THE QUEEN BEE, cicrcle of three short stories by Nikola Kitanovic
Nikola Kitanovic - page of his short stories. Nikola wrote short stories since he was very young and he writing it as well today. Modern stories, short stories, postmodern stories, after-postmodern stories
1.
In this part of the city we could walk
freely in the streets because I didn’t know anyone there. We were
holding hands, walking slowly, looking at the shop windows and
passers-by. From time to time, almost by accident, she put her
hand around my waist. Every time her hand touched my loins, I
quivered. While I was trembling, she would look deep into my eyes.
We were silent most of the time. I was happy and I thought that it
was pleasant to her too.
We walked into a restaurant which we
liked because of the excellent food and wine. It was located in a
remote street, so only couples who desired discretion were coming
there. I took a few sips and said, “This wine is worth living
for.”
She looked at me calmly and added, “But
only one glass is enough for you.” I looked at her confused. “If
you drink more,” she said, “you will fall asleep
quickly when we come back to the room.”
At last we were in the room, of course,
naked in bed. I didn’t like to kiss the mouth; she didn’t like it
either. I preferred to use my tongue to cover her body from neck
down to feet. She was much more skilful than I; she was working on
my body as if she knew all its secrets, including those which I
had never known.
I was deep inside her, full of sweat,
sighs and roars. The telephone kept ringing. “Answer it,”
she told me.
Surprised, I picked up the receiver. “Darling,
are you alone?” It was the voice of my wife.
“I’m alone,” I sobbed.
“Right now I imagine you inside me,
naughty and wild.”
I was silent for a few seconds, and
then I started telling her how we were making love, how she was
passionate, beautiful, and desirable, that she was the only woman
in the world for me. While I was speaking I was rushing into the
wet body of the girl. I was groaning and sometimes I let a scream.
When I was finished, I realised that my wife was screaming with
pleasure. I hang up.
“She used to scream like this when
she was young,” I said looking at the girl.
“No, she used to scream that way
when you were young,” she replied.
“That’s right! She’s not alone in
bed now,” I shouted furiously.
“Yes, just like you,” the
girl replied.
“Yes, but which young man would
sleep with her unless she paid him for that? Still, she is
faithful to me,” I concluded.
The girl moved from me, took a sip of
water and looked at me gently: “The one who sleeps with her and
whom she is paying is the one I sent to her.” I could
not believe what I heard. “If you have the right to quality
then she also has the right to quality, doesn’t she?” she
said, looking deeply into my eyes.
“And I am not quality?!” I sighed.
“I haven’t said so. You probably
used to be extra quality, and now you are quality. Right now she
has extra quality, in order to remember you from your younger
days.”
I stood up. “How come you know that
she has extra quality right now?”
She smiled. “The one I sent to her is my boyfriend Robert and he is really extra. You and your wife can remember youth only with me and Robert. Maybe it would be easier if Robert and I moved in with you. We would all be satisfied.”
I don’t know what I replied, but in my
head it was still echoing: We would all be satisfied.
2.
I remember when I was younger, much
younger, I used to go to that city several times a year. Every
time I visited “The Encounter” club, and I have many dear memories
related to that club. One of them is special, really special. I
remember I walked in the club, ordered a pint of beer and sat on
an empty wooden bench. I didn’t come to be a hunter; I wanted to
be hunted.
Slowly I swallowed my beer constantly
staring at the ceiling. I noticed that some girls and women were
looking at me and fixing their hair. I was still looking at the
ceiling. Finally she came in, large, blond, beautiful, with happy
eyes. Men were looking at her, many of them were going around her
pretending to accidentally brush against her. I kept looking at
the ceiling. I knew that she noticed me and that she was surprised
that I wasn’t looking at her, when she was the centre of attention
of the entire club. She was looking at me persistently, but I
didn’t look at her. I thought: If you want to catch me, you
will have to come to me. With the corner of my eye I
noticed that she went into the other part of the club which was a
bit darker, and divided with several pillars. I laid my eyes on
the pillars and she was gone. This time I lost, I thought.
However, she was only hiding behind the
pillars watching me from the darkness. Then she came out of hiding
and she was smiling. She approached me and sat next to me. She was
also drinking beer, and often, unconsciously or not, rubbed the
top of the pint with her index finger. From time to time she laid
her hand on my thigh, squeezed me, then left it and returned her
hand on the top of the pint. I really enjoyed it. Then, completely
unexpectedly, she kissed my neck and sighed. Whether it was the
sigh of her pleasure or she was just turning me on, I didn’t know.
But I was really turned on. “Let’s go to my place,”
she said.
We went out of the club; she didn’t
want us to take a taxi. She led me down the empty streets, across
bridges, through dark passages and she was smiling all the time. I
was swearing to myself. The coldness in the wind was cruelly
blowing into my face and I thought, I will push her from one of
these bridges into the Danube if we soon don’t arrive at her
place. But we were finally at her apartment.
When she kissed me I was already
completely naked and hard. Smiling she slipped away, went to
darken the windows, and then turned all the lights on. She pulled
me to bed and I wanted to start immediately, to rush into her. As
she was constantly smiling, she took my head with both hands and
pushed it towards her vagina.
I was playing with her vagina with my
tongue, lips, fingers and I was completely fascinated. All hard, I
rose on the bed above her like a satyr. She nodded with approval.
At that moment a thought crossed my mind: Now it would be a
real shame to lose the erection. Just as I thought about it,
my penis went down. I became incredibly ashamed. It had really
never happened to me before. She laughed, satisfied, and then
waved away: “Don’t worry, when the time is right everything
will be fine. Now just lie next to me and try to sleep.”
I laid down still ashamed, still in
shock—How, for goodness sake, should I sleep, I was
thinking.
She understood my fear, so she was
talking to me about the Northern Sea, about the huge fish that she
caught with her friends, about sex in saunas and swimming in cold
water. I hated the cold. I hated the north and the snow. Why
doesn’t she shut up, I thought.
In the morning, I woke up very early.
My penis was hard up to the point of pain, and her gentle fingers
were playing with it. The gentler she was, the harder I became.
Finally we started. I was groaning, roaring, as if it had been the
last sex in my life. She responded to my movements, watching me
all the time, and then she would take initiative. We rolled in
bed, on the floor. I had never done it longer, more powerfully and
better then at that moment. I was finished. I looked at her and
saw that she was satisfied. “And why did it happen to me last
night?” I asked.
“Last night I wanted to fondle. I
wanted a man in bed, and now I wanted sex,” she replied
promptly.
“So, it is always the way you want
it,” I stated more to myself, as it was not a question
anyway.
“It is always just the way I want it
and it makes me happy.” She stretched with contentment.
“Last night you rose to the sky, I put you down among the
thorns, but this morning I lifted you to the stars, and you should
be grateful.” She smiled.
2.
I remember when I was younger, much
younger, I used to go to that city several times a year. Every
time I visited “The Encounter” club, and I have many dear memories
related to that club. One of them is special, really special. I
remember I walked in the club, ordered a pint of beer and sat on
an empty wooden bench. I didn’t come to be a hunter; I wanted to
be hunted.
Slowly I swallowed my beer constantly
staring at the ceiling. I noticed that some girls and women were
looking at me and fixing their hair. I was still looking at the
ceiling. Finally she came in, large, blond, beautiful, with happy
eyes. Men were looking at her, many of them were going around her
pretending to accidentally brush against her. I kept looking at
the ceiling. I knew that she noticed me and that she was surprised
that I wasn’t looking at her, when she was the centre of attention
of the entire club. She was looking at me persistently, but I
didn’t look at her. I thought: If you want to catch me, you
will have to come to me. With the corner of my eye I
noticed that she went into the other part of the club which was a
bit darker, and divided with several pillars. I laid my eyes on
the pillars and she was gone. This time I lost, I thought.
However, she was only hiding behind the
pillars watching me from the darkness. Then she came out of hiding
and she was smiling. She approached me and sat next to me. She was
also drinking beer, and often, unconsciously or not, rubbed the
top of the pint with her index finger. From time to time she laid
her hand on my thigh, squeezed me, then left it and returned her
hand on the top of the pint. I really enjoyed it. Then, completely
unexpectedly, she kissed my neck and sighed. Whether it was the
sigh of her pleasure or she was just turning me on, I didn’t know.
But I was really turned on. “Let’s go to my place,”
she said.
We went out of the club; she didn’t
want us to take a taxi. She led me down the empty streets, across
bridges, through dark passages and she was smiling all the time. I
was swearing to myself. The coldness in the wind was cruelly
blowing into my face and I thought, I will push her from one of
these bridges into the Danube if we soon don’t arrive at her
place. But we were finally at her apartment.
When she kissed me I was already
completely naked and hard. Smiling she slipped away, went to
darken the windows, and then turned all the lights on. She pulled
me to bed and I wanted to start immediately, to rush into her. As
she was constantly smiling, she took my head with both hands and
pushed it towards her vagina.
I was playing with her vagina with my
tongue, lips, fingers and I was completely fascinated. All hard, I
rose on the bed above her like a satyr. She nodded with approval.
At that moment a thought crossed my mind: Now it would be a
real shame to lose the erection. Just as I thought about it,
my penis went down. I became incredibly ashamed. It had really
never happened to me before. She laughed, satisfied, and then
waved away: “Don’t worry, when the time is right everything
will be fine. Now just lie next to me and try to sleep.”
I laid down still ashamed, still in
shock—How, for goodness sake, should I sleep, I was
thinking.
She understood my fear, so she was
talking to me about the Northern Sea, about the huge fish that she
caught with her friends, about sex in saunas and swimming in cold
water. I hated the cold. I hated the north and the snow. Why
doesn’t she shut up, I thought.
In the morning, I woke up very early.
My penis was hard up to the point of pain, and her gentle fingers
were playing with it. The gentler she was, the harder I became.
Finally we started. I was groaning, roaring, as if it had been the
last sex in my life. She responded to my movements, watching me
all the time, and then she would take initiative. We rolled in
bed, on the floor. I had never done it longer, more powerfully and
better then at that moment. I was finished. I looked at her and
saw that she was satisfied. “And why did it happen to me last
night?” I asked.
“Last night I wanted to fondle. I
wanted a man in bed, and now I wanted sex,” she replied
promptly.
“So, it is always the way you want
it,” I stated more to myself, as it was not a question
anyway.
“It is always just the way I want it
and it makes me happy.” She stretched with contentment.
“Last night you rose to the sky, I put you down among the
thorns, but this morning I lifted you to the stars, and you should
be grateful.” She smiled.
3.
I woke up. I didn’t know what time of
day or night it was. It didn’t matter. Next to the bed there was a
base with water automat. It could take about ten liters of water,
but in the container there was merely more than a liter. Straight
away I put my head under the tap, turned the water on and drank.
Very soon the automat was empty. I turned over in bed restlessly.
I was awake, but I didn’t have the desire to get up.
Before I heard the key in the door, I
had felt her presence. It made me hungry and turned me on at the
same time. Next to the bed I spotted a large red apple. I grabbed
it immediately and couldn’t wait to bite it. It was juicy and
sweet, just the way I liked it. Although I think that at that
moment any kind of food would be pleasant to me. “Don’t eat the
apple, I brought you a roasted chicken,” she said,
closing the door.
Just thinking of a roasted chicken my
mouth was full of juices and I realised that I was hard—my penis
was in erection. It was because of her, not the chicken, I
thought. Maybe it is, however, because of the chicken, I don’t
know. I was in dilemma.
“Ah, my sweetie is left without
water.” She pointed at the automat. Then she brought a
plastic hose from the kitchen, which was stuck in the kitchen tap
and turned the water on to fill the automat. “Soon you will be
completely supplied,” she said stroking my cheek.
“And what about the chicken? The
chicken! Give me the chicken right away!” I shouted.
I ate with my hands, messy like a pig.
I was tearing off pieces of meat, chewing and swallowing them
quickly, as if somebody would take it from me. She was sitting
calmly and watching me like watching a canary bird. Why a canary
bird? I don’t know. Maybe a squirrel in a cage? Maybe a satisfied
puppy? I was rather like some fish in aquarium. These thoughts
crossed my mind while I was gulping the meat. And the thoughts
came without any order, without sense, only to have something
crossing my mind.
“Don’t eat the bones. I told you not
to eat bones! Spit it out! That’s right, that’s the way I like
you,” her voice was soothing.
The water automat was full and she
turned off the tap in the kitchen. Then she approached me, helped
me to rise, laid me next to the bed and turned on the tap on the
automat. Again I drank water with a lot of passion. Meanwhile she
was making the bed, removing blankets and pillows, and then she
put a large rubber mat over the bed. At that point I had drunk
almost half of the water from the automat. Then she turned the tap
off and helped me to return to bed.
She lay next to me. Every her touch
made me more excited. She was caressing me, whispering something
that I did not understand, and I wanted sex immediately. Out of
all my pores, from my head, arms, the whole body, water started
coming out. While I was kissing her, while we were in the ecstasy
of Eros I completely soaked her with water. More and more water
was pouring down from me to her, from her to the rubber mat, and
from the mat to the floor. I don’t know how long it lasted.
“Enough, it’s enough now. I said
enough!” she shouted. I let her go, and I could go on.
I was completely certain that I could go on. I didn’t know for how
long and I didn’t know how, but I knew that I could go on even
longer. She was satisfied, she was happy, and I needed more. I was
absolutely certain that I needed some more.
She stood up, got dressed quickly,
helped me again to place myself next to the bed and again turned
the water tap on, which I drank relentlessly. In the meantime, she
removed the rubber mat from the bed, wiped the water from the
floor with a sponge, put some clean blankets on the bed and new
pillows. She turned the automat tap off and helped me to get back
in bed. Again she turned the water in the kitchen on to fill the
automat. All the time, while doing that, she was talking about
business meetings she had, then about a good play of a local
football team whose matches she regularly followed. It bothered
me. “You could talk a bit about us,” I told her.
