Yelena Moskovich - Virtuoso

Jana was reaching up to take hold of the woman’s face, leaving the woman’s question unanswered, covering it up with her movement, she tilted her head into the darkness until she felt her lips touch the woman’s.

The woman opened her mouth and grabbed at Jana’s breath.

The woman’s hand was on Jana’s stomach, wedging under the waist of her trousers, her fingers unclasping them and pulling the zipper down. Her hand was working beneath, reaching into Jana’s underwear, then inside, to where her middle finger pushed into the soft flesh, rolling her fingertip around the ballpoint, and smiling at her, and whispering, “Does that feel good?”

Jana moaned with her mouth closed and the woman slid her index finger down along her slit towards the opening, circling the place within Jana where she could, at any moment, go deeper.

The woman was lowering herself to the floor, pulling Jana’s trousers down, then her underwear, ringed at her ankles. She reached one arm around her legs, and grasped her thigh, the fingers of her other hand opening up the slit, then she lowered her warm tongue inside the folds. Jana’s knees softened, but the woman clutched the flesh of her thigh as she pushed her face into Jana’s wetness, letting her tongue rub down from the top of her slit towards her opening.

Jana held onto the woman from above, squeezing her shoulders.

Aimée stretched the muscle of her tongue, inserting the tip into Jana’s opening and licking the rim as Jana gripped her shoulders tighter.

Jana was reaching down towards Aimée’s face, pulling her up now and kissing her, her fingers running through the woman’s mouth, Aimée’s tongue weaving through Jana’s fingers.

Aimée was on top of Jana on the bed, her flexed hand in between Jana’s legs, sliding her fingers into Jana as her thumb circled the outside.

“Come for me…”

Aimée’s knuckles were rimming the opening with each jut, and Jana swerving into her clutch.

“Come for me, come for me, come for me!”

The blue vapour seeped from the large white bookshelf, gathering itself into a cloud and moving down the dim hallway towards the opened door of the bedroom.

Dominxxika_N39: Sexy Amy…? U there?

0_hotgirlAmy_0: I’m here! I’m here!

Dominxxika_N39: O I so happy u r online!

0_hotgirlAmy_0: Me too! I’ve been going on like every chance I get! But u’re never there!

Dominxxika_N39: My husband is hang around so much since he get back from business trip. Now he gone but he come back soon.

0_hotgirlAmy_0: Did he lock the door and windows again?

Dominxxika_N39: Yes…

Dominxxika_N39: And… he… chain me… to bed post… on my ankle.

0_hotgirlAmy_0: WTF?! Serious??

Dominxxika_N39: He just get sweaty and nervous. But do not worry, my beauty, I drag whole bed to the doorway, and chain long enough for me to use living room computer.

0_hotgirlAmy_0: Omg. We gotta get u outta there.

Dominxxika_N39: Lock and chain is iron. This is not possible.

0_hotgirlAmy_0: It is possible! Stop saying that, we’ll figure out a way.

Dominxxika_N39: I’m scared… there is no way. I cannot break free and meet you at Jewish cemetery anymore.

0_hotgirlAmy_0: That doesn’t matter. I’m coming.

Dominxxika_N39: What?

0_hotgirlAmy_0: I’m coming to Prague and I’ll get up to Zelevcice and I’ll save you!

Dominxxika_N39: This is high ambitious plan.

0_hotgirlAmy_0: I have almost 800 dollars in my savings account. And my mom is always forgetting her wallet around the house. And I’m gonna be 18 next week.

Dominxxika_N39: Your birthday? O my beauty, my love, how I want to wish you happy birthday with my kisses.

0_hotgirlAmy_0: You can. You can!

0_hotgirlAmy_0: I’m getting outta here and I’m coming to Prague! I’ll take out the 800 next Tuesday. Then use my mom’s credit card to buy the ticket for Friday. Which is also my birthday. So, whatever, no one can stop me, I’ll be 18.

Dominxxika_N39: O my dream, I am waiting for you!

0_hotgirlAmy_0: Send me your adrs. And the times your husband is away each day.

Dominxxika_N39: O you are such brave girl!

0_hotgirlAmy_0: I love you, Dominika. And Archangel Michael told me, it’s all going to be alright.

Dominxxika_N39: I love you million times from my throat, in my eyes, and on my fingertips!

0_hotgirlAmy_0: Don’t lose hope! One week!

Dominxxika_N39: I will touch your whole body with mine and I will hold you in my arms and you will be my angel.

“They want me for the part!” Aimée and Dominique were jumping up and down, holding onto each other.

The play was at the prominent Théâtre National de Chaillot near the Eiffel Tower, in their epic Jean Vilar auditorium, seating 1,250, moreover it was that famous Polish director, the one who, a couple of years back, did Goethe’s Faust vertically, meaning he hooked all his actors into rock-climbing ropes. It was about mortal gravity, and the devil. The critics loved it.

For his next production he decided to simplify. He was suddenly done with concepts. It was his theatrical homecoming. He wanted good actors. He wanted to feel that feeling, when you watch someone experience something, breath by breath. Instead of backing up, he longed to get closer. And so the Polish director went with none other than Jon Fosse, the Norwegian playwright hailed as the contemporary Beckett, the purified Ibsen, the master of silence.

It’s true that the Odéon Théâtre de l’Europe in the Left Bank, one of France’s six national theatres, already did Fosse’s Autumn Dream , appropriately last autumn. But quite frankly, both Chaillot and the Polish director thought that they could do Fosse better.

They chose Fosse’s very first play, Someone Is Going to Come , about a man (HE) and a woman (SHE) who buy an old house in the middle of nowhere so that they can get away from everyone and everything, and be alone together. As soon as they get out there, though, the anxiety begins between them that someone is going to come by. The man assures the woman that they are finally alone now, no neighbours, no friends, no distractions, they can relax, and just…

SHE

A beautiful old house

Far away from other houses

and from other people

HE

You and I alone

SHE

Not just alone

but alone together

[…]

HE

And no-one is going to come

But then, someone comes. A younger man to whom this house belonged in fact, who had sold it and moved into a more suitable place for himself, ironically becoming their nearest neighbour. He came by just to say Hello and see the house…

“They want me they want me they want me!” Dominique was clenching her fists.

Aimée put her arms around Dominique.

They were kissing now.

They were on the bed now.

Through the window, Die schönen Berge , with those seventy-two waterfalls and the braggart gods in the clouds.