SSSD - Finish Marit

Ro decides to stay on task. Her tongue is numb and her mouth is sore, so she uses her hand. Unfortunately, this leaves her looking up at Marit. The eye contact adds a new dimension to what’s happening, and the already boiling situation between Ro’s legs intensifies. Part excitement, part self-consciousness. There’s something terribly exciting about caressing Marit’s slick lips with her fingers, even though she is now intimately acquainted with the Norwegian’s womanhood. She lets the tip of her middle finger slip between the outer folds and run up the slit, making Marit’s tattooed belly tense.

Marit’s not acting cool or cocky now that Ro’s looking at her. If anything, she’s self-conscious too, but she doesn’t look away. She swallows, then sighs. The angle is different from when Ro is touching herself, but she knows how to do this well. Her fingers skillfully manipulate the hood of Marit’s clit.

Birgitte isn’t touching Marit anymore; she’s touching herself, but Ro forces herself to stay focused. It’s not difficult.

Marit’s cool when she comes: jaw clenched, eyes shut, but she can’t control her legs, which shudder briefly. She grunts and the tension leaves her; she leans back and her legs spread even wider.

Ro is sober. She was sober when she made Marit cum and she’s sober as she looks at the aftermath. The way that her heart races is a little scary. She doesn’t mind.

But things don’t go quite the way that Ro expects. Birgitte rubs herself a little more but doesn’t finish. Marit comes around in her own time and gives Ro an appreciative look, but doesn’t reciprocate. Ro isn’t complaining. As far as she’s concerned, she can die happy now.

They get Ro out of the shower before she overheats completely.

Out in the long hall, Ro sees Niv talking to Golda and Linda. The vibe in the outpost has gotten weird, and it’s not just because Ro has lost her virginity.

However, losing her virginity has made Ro considerably less anxious. At least for the moment, as she’s still glowing with pride at satisfying Marit.

Or not. She spots Julie entering the coatroom by the exit near the shed and heads that way, joining her at the window. It’s pitch black outside and difficult to see through the window, discolored by age. The outpost’s exterior lights reflect on the swirling snow. This is a proper snow. The look on Julie’s face is enough to tell Ro that this is particularly bad weather. Julie glances over at her. She seems calm, at least. That’s reassuring.

“Stay warm,” the scientist says.

That’s not super reassuring. Ro watches her walk away, then shivers. She’s spent a lot of time in therapy to work on her anxiety. She’s not going to let herself do a whole worry spiral over Alison right now. Ro stretches and heads back toward her room, finding Marit in the hall.

Now that the rush has passed, Ro is suddenly shy.

Marit does her little gesture toward her lips and gives her a questioning look. She’s inviting her to smoke, but not really—this is an invitation to spend the night. And, almost certainly, to pay Ro back. It’s not that Marit is impolite, it’s that she’s sensible and knows better than to stay in the sauna forever. Especially if they were going to exert themselves.

“Yes please,” Ro says, blushing.

She gets ready for bed and trots nervously to Marit’s room. She’ll have to count on the other girl being so cool and aloof that there will be no room for weirdness.

Ro walks in on full nudity. Marit is bent over her dresser, critically examining a blemish on her chin in the little mirror. Ro can see everything from behind, from the big tattoo on her back: a sort of lunging skeleton holding a flag, to the birthmark on her pale bottom.

Marit straightens and stretches, which only makes it sexier, then slides into her bed without ceremony.

Ro stands there, unsure what to do.

Marit sits up, bare chest in the open, and picks up a battered tin. On the top is the picture of an angel statue slumped over a gravestone reading ONCE. She opens it and considers the contents. That must be her stash. She glances up, and Ro comes to her senses. It’s time to be brave.

Ro strips naked, and she’s not sure if she should be relieved or disappointed that Marit doesn’t really look at her body. She crawls into bed and mimics Marit’s position. The air is chilly but Marit’s skin is warm.

Marit’s stash is bulging with good stuff. She has several baggies of bud, joints pre-rolled, some fancy-looking cigarettes, gummies, a brownie wrapped tightly in plastic, and a baggie that has to be shrooms.

Marit, the unflinchingly pretty Norwegian custodian, and handygirl, with her nipple piercings gleaming in the orange lamplight, is an excellent hostess. She offers the tin to Ro.

Should Ro partake?

Or politely decline?