Dimitra Mantheakis - Melina Breaking Free

He had sex with them everywhere. On his desk, in the revolving chair, on the floor, even on the sink of the office kitchenette. One of his partners, after squeezing him dry by her repeated demands for “More! More!” as if a man were a machine, turned and said to him “I imagine that now you have made me your woman, you will marry me! I won’t let you have your way and then dump me.”

Anesti laughed, saying “The person who should marry you is the one who deflowered you before me and taught you so many of the tricks that you did for me, if indeed my predecessor was just one in number! Judging from your performance I personally very much doubt that he was the only one. I am tired of always having the number “2” on my back, as the second lover in the sexual career of most of you. If you want we can continue to have a good time together, but that is as far as it goes. I have no intention of tying myself up with anyone. Besides which, you came here on your own. I didn’t phone you, chase after you or know who you were.” The girl, pretending to be insulted usually shed a tear or two, but in a little while grabbed his private parts and with her capable hands prepared him for a new round…

For several months Anesti enjoyed himself, making love to the girls by rotation, after the other ones had pressingly demanded that he enter them to feel his organ deep in their vaginas. Anesti overcame his initial hesitation and after the third or fourth date there wasn’t a single position that he had not tried out with them, nor any erotic game that he had not played either with his penis or with his tongue. It was true though that they too offered him pleasure, exploring his almost permanent erection with their lips with the ulterior intention of enslaving him with their sexual encounters and to permanently trap him in their nets. Luckily for Anesti, none of them knew of the existence of the others, and even though all four were friends, they had not opened their mouths to say anything. One could say, of course, that at a time when girls would not admit even to kissing a boy, would any of the young women dare to admit the extreme sexual limits they had gone to during lunch hours at Anesti’s office? The hills would blush!

A little before the beginning of June Anesti, sated by the erotic encounters now they had nothing new to offer him, was not willing to copulate with them and satisfied himself with oral sex. As soon as they, each one in her turn, demanded satisfaction with conventional sexual penetration, expressing their dissatisfaction at his unwillingness, saying that he “excited them and then left them to simmer in their own juices”, the architect found an excuse to get rid of them, one by one. He was sure that they would not let slip even a word about the hours of depravity they had spent with him. In any event, he himself felt absolutely nothing emotionally for any of them. When he satisfied his male sexual longings that were so pressing and intense at his young age of twenty-seven, and after he indulged every fantasy that came to him with his willing partners, he could hardly wait for them to leave his office so he could take a shower and wait for his day’s work to be done so that he could visit Mary.

After each round of debauchery with his “volunteers”, Mary appeared even purer, even more innocent, and the thought that she would soon become his wife and that he would be able to explore every part of her body made the erection springing up from his crotch so obvious that he went to great effort to control himself so that he would not give himself away and be made a laughing stock. It is a fact that he missed his lunchtime activities with the hot and subservient provincial girls who were not wanting in imagination, nor in their ability to put their thoughts into practice compared to the females he had connected with in the past; women who had enjoyed the freedom of offering themselves to him, wherever and however they desired, without limits, and without raising a social outcry. He had, however, to be careful not to give his sexual partners more rights over him by extending their presence in his life because the hour of his wedding on the fifth of July was approaching and there would be a scandal in the small town if his activities became known, as well as the fact that Mary, for sure, would leave him if she were to find out what had been going on…and the last thing that Anesti wanted was to lose the only person who spoke to his heart.

Anesti’s and Mary’s wedding took place with as much glamour as the pharmacist’s family budget would allow. The wedding dress was a masterwork, white and plain in design, projecting the bride’s fine body and emphasizing the sweet charm of her face. Looking at the groom standing next to her in church, Mary banished the shadow that lodged itself deep in her eyes. How much she wanted to be madly in love with the man who was becoming her husband, how much she wished that his charming appearance would electrify her and make every cell in her heart and body long for him! Yet, however, there was nothing in her, beyond respect, a surfeit of liking for him, and the carnal wait. She had been unable to tie her heart to his with a bond of love in all the time that they had been secretly engaged…

The girls who had shared passionate sexual siesta hours with the architect were also invited to the wedding with their families. Each of them, separately and secretly, was seething with anger and envy, because sexual passion, their imaginative games in bed and their limitless submission to every desire of Anesti, whether conventional or beyond socially acceptable limits, had been unable to tie him down. Their mothers were equally annoyed, considering that the groom had slipped through their fingers, taken from them by Mary the Bland, who, moreover, was penniless; but none of them betrayed the true feelings well-hidden behind the hypocritical smiles of joy that they put on for the bride’s happiest hour.

After the bridal couple’s dance they went back to a table which was exclusively for Mary’s childhood friends. Paulina, Sofia, Dina, Urania, Iakovos and Sarantos once more voiced, with much gesturing of hands, their plans for the future to their school friends. Dina told them that she would pursue her dream to be on the stage now that she had graduated from high school. Paulina would become a dress designer, a field in which she had displayed talent, filling many albums with her sketches. Their problem was that in Athens things were still in a primitive phase regarding their chosen professions and would limit their career potential. They wanted to spread their wings to other places. Their burning aspiration was directed at New York which appeared magical in their minds. The problem was how to find a way to pay for the expensive tuition at the schools there. They would also have to overcome the objections of their parents, but that, for the moment, didn’t much bother them. They would overcome hurdles in their own way, come hell or high water! Sarantos told them to contact immigrant Greek organizations to apply for scholarships. Perhaps luck would be on their side and they could find the much-needed economic help they were looking for.

“Isn’t Spiros Andreadis, the photographer’s son, studying to be an engineer with funds provided by the Church and by Greek emigrants? His father didn’t have a bean to send him to America,” said Sarantos, inflating the girls’ hopes. Urania had no professional ambitions to present to the others. She wanted to get married and to occupy herself with her husband and children as soon as possible. Sofia on the other hand told them that she wanted to work as a municipal employee at the town hall and her father had already had a discussion with the local Member of Parliament they always voted for, and he had promised he would assist in getting her hired. She was a pampered only daughter and didn’t want to distance herself from her family’s embrace for any reason...