Silver Tears(61)

Prohibit and suppress someone’s thoughts, and they only ended up echoing louder, pummeling with more strength to get out. They went from a figment of the imagination to reality. If David was fantasizing about sleeping with Alice, where was the harm in that? Why leave him wondering? Why not say, “Hey, you two go home together and I’ll see you tomorrow”?

In theory that might have worked. Faye reckoned she had learned enough about emotions and sex in the last couple of years to avoid getting jealous. To understand that a screw was a screw. But she also realized at the same time that she wanted to join in.

The realization hit her with full force: She wanted Alice too. Not as a partner, not to share her life with, but just in the moment. She wanted to consume Alice, her body, her soul. Be reflected in her beauty. Because Alice was attractive. Because she was a goddess.



Unattainable.

She glanced toward Alice. Then she shifted her gaze to David.

She squeezed David’s hand tighter.

She felt the idea take root in her body. Tingle. Grow stronger.

“Don’t you think it’s a bit loud?” she said. “Why don’t we go back to the apartment?”





The logs in the fireplace glowed orange and red, and the hue they cast made Alice’s and Faye’s dancing bodies look like flickering shadows on the white walls. The terrace door was open and ABBA’s “Dancing Queen” was seeking its way out and marrying with the light summer night.

They raised their fists toward the ceiling and then formed their hands into microphones, yodeling along with the chorus.

David was sitting in an armchair sipping a whiskey. He had loosened the top buttons on his shirt. His eyes were cloudy and inebriated. A smile was playing on his lips. Faye loved to see his smile—it turned her on and made her wet.

“Dance with us,” she called out, waving at him to join them.

She felt her power when he stood up and came toward them. He was with them on their terms—hers and Alice’s. They had invited him, not the other way around. They were in charge of the tempo, the rhythm. They were leading the dance.

Faye realized at that moment that she’d never seen David dance, but he let loose, took a couple of dance steps to one side, and then shimmied back to them.

“I haven’t been this drunk since I graduated from high school,” he said.

“Me neither. And I’ve definitely never danced this much,” Alice hooted.

The combination of dance and booze had made Faye lose all the tension and worry that she had been carrying around inside. All that mattered was right here and right now, in this room. Two people who meant a lot to her on a bright summer’s night in Stockholm.



The rest could wait. The world could wait.

The ABBA song faded away, to be replaced by First Aid Kit’s “Fireworks.”

They leaned back, reached into the air with their hands, and sang along.

Alice’s blond hair was down, her body moving rhythmically, sensually, without her even thinking about it—although she was probably aware of how beautiful she was. A moment later, Faye pulled Alice to her and kissed her.

Her lips were soft and moist. Her tongue tasted of mint and alcohol. They were pressed against each other, and when Alice nuzzled Faye’s lower lip, it ran through her like an electric shock.

Faye turned her head. David had returned to the armchair and seemed to be bewitched as he watched them without saying a word. She could feel Alice’s hard nipples through her dress against her own. They held each other while looking teasingly at David.

She could tell that Alice was in. There was something in their kisses that had gone from playful to hungry in a way that couldn’t be misinterpreted.

She and Alice moved toward David and stopped right in front of him. Faye stepped behind Alice and slowly pulled the straps of her dress outward and down over her upper arms. The dress slipped slowly off Alice’s body and settled in a small heap at her feet, leaving her naked between David and Faye. David gaped, but didn’t move. Instead, he sat completely still with the whiskey glass resting against his thigh, his gaze fixed on Alice.

“Do you like her?” Faye asked, stroking Alice’s nipples.

Alice groaned and tilted her head back onto Faye’s shoulder. Faye allowed her hands to slowly wander down. In between Alice’s legs. She found her wetness and stroked her the same way she loved to stroke herself.



“Do you like her?” she asked again.

David nodded slowly. He had unbuttoned his trousers and pulled out his rock-hard cock and was slowly caressing it top to bottom with his right hand. Faye carried on stroking Alice for a while as David’s hand moved up and down.

Alice took a step forward to David. She straddled him. She ground back and forth on his thigh in time to the music. She ignored his cock and forced his hands away from it. Instead, she began to rub against it, but without taking it. Faye went behind the armchair and unbuttoned David’s shirt. She drew her fingers around his nipples in circles and gently pinched them. Then she began to stroke Alice’s nipples. She leaned across David, and her and Alice’s mouths met with wet tongues, while Alice continued to move up and down, grinding against his penis.

It was as if David were paralyzed—he was in their power.

“Touch her,” Faye whispered, grabbing hold of his hand and placing it on one of Alice’s breasts.