She comes back from her shift at the bakery, makes her way through the living room, opens the doors to the bedroom and I am standing there, speechless. Everything I know disappears and who I am fills up the room, I matter. She stands at the entrance and looks at me in a very specific way, like she’s been searching for me for a long time. She’s breathing slowly but intensely and she makes her way towards me.
“How did it go?” I ask.
“Oh, it was alright but I was upset” she says.
“Why were you upset?”
“Because I was there instead of being here with you” her voice trembles on the tail of the sentence. I kiss her. We undress and I have this clear image of our panties on the floor, dead, useless, never to be put back on again; at least, that’s how it feels like.
Her body is tense, her legs are spread open, her skin is smooth and elastic, dry and perfect; she’s touching herself, and she’s moaning, eyes closed, muscles tight around my fingers. Her voice gets louder, I am lost in the moment, I can’t stop watching her, she’s perfect.
At the moment of climax her voice is filling the room and I hear someone else shouting something behind the doors we left ajar. I feel like I’m hallucinating.
“Everything alright in there?” the stranger voice asks and a face shows at the door. It’s A’s flatmate and I have a big question mark in my brain as I am automatically covering mine and A’s bodies with a sheet: WHAT THE FUCK?
“Oh my god I am so sorry so sorry so so so sorry” the flatmate is screaming as she’s running away, “My cousin suffers from epilepsy and it sounded like someone was having an attack! I am so sorry!!!”
Now, that’s a strange thing to say to someone who just had an orgasm and you were not invited.
A and I look at each other and burst into laughter.
That evening we are in the kitchen, making dinner. The flatmate walks in, we all look at each other in silence, embarrassed.
“I am so sorry for today! I would never walk onto someone having sex... unless I’m invited”.
Me and A exchange a quick glance, I am really struggling to stay serious now.
“As I said, I just know someone who sounds exactly like that before an epileptic attack and I was worried!”
I can’t fucking believe this but then I remember I am in Berlin.
We should have fucked the flatmate too.