Orc Girlfriend: Sonja (complete)

It all starts at the beginning of August - well, it begins way before that, actually. Planning for the pumpkin patch as well as the corn maze takes nearly all year to get right. From the end of Halloween until the following September, planning and preparing is vital.

Your family had been pumpkin royalty in your town since your great-grandfather. It was a tradition passed down to you, as well as the large plot of farm land, when your father passed away. You share the land with your brother, who takes care of the corn maze while you take care of the pumpkin patch.

After the last frost of spring the corn maze is planted. All year your brother works on a design for it, and it is carefully mapped out before planting. After that, preparations for the pumpkin patch are made. Every year, during September and October your family makes the brunt of its money. After that, you rent out the farm for various other events including festivals, weddings, and sometimes the Highland games.

This year you’ve planned the biggest corn maze yet, along with the biggest pumpkin patch in your family’s history. To do this, you’ve hired some extra help to make sure nothing is left to chance. The crew you hired is made up mainly of orcs. You usually hire them at the end of the season when cleanup is happening, but this year some extra oomph is needed. The crew leader is a woman named Sonja, who gives you butterflies every time you speak to her. For years you've harbored a secret crush on Sonja, but always chickened out of going beyond the business relationship you had with her.

Sonja must be at least seven feet tall and is built like an Amazon queen. Her arms and legs are thick with muscle, but it’s her rear that catches your attention. It’s perfect, the kind of thing you could set a coffee mug on. She keeps her long hair tied up, either in a braid or a ponytail, but it looks soft to the touch, black with streaks of white at the temples. Her face often holds a surly expression, but only when she’s working. Outside of that, she often has a big smile, and her honey eyes could light up the room.

To say your crush is small is an understatement. You would marry Sonja in a second if the opportunity arose. Alas, that opportunity never has, and neither has the courage it would take to ask her out. You chicken out every time. Surely a statuesque beauty like her has already been snatched up.

“She’s single,” your brother says one day.

You look up from paperwork and your glasses slide down your nose. “Who’s single?”

He pours himself a cup of coffee and leans against the counter. “The object of your unbridled desire.”

You pout and take off your glasses. “It’s not exactly unbridled.”

He smirks. “Sure, it’s not.”

“How do you know this?” you ask urgently, standing up. “Did you ask her or something?” You stiffen, fearing he may have spilled all your beans. “What did you say?”

“Nothing.” He shrugs. “I just heard some of the other guys talking about while working. They said she’s barely dated at all since she had her kid.”

Sonja is very proud of her daughter, and she shares pictures all the time. You know the father isn’t in the picture, but you still don’t know Sonja’s deal, per se. “That still doesn’t mean she’d date me.” you sigh. You bring your hair over your shoulder. “I’m lucky she’s single but that’s probably where my luck ends. She’s probably not bi.”

Your brother shrugs. “All I know is she’s single, so it can’t hurt to ask her on an actual date. Who knows, you may end up being on the biggest streak of luck right now. Considering how well everything else is going.”

That afternoon, you’re mapping out the pumpkin patch so it can get fertilized and tilled. This will be the first time the patch has gone over the bounds your great-grandfather set ages ago. You’re a bit nervous, but you know you need this extra space.

You also know you’ll be working with Sonja, so you have something prepared as an excuse to spend time alone with her. There’s paperwork that needs to be signed, so you figure you’ll ask her to come sign them and have dinner. You could see how things go from there.

“Another hot one today,” Sonja huffs. She fans her shirt out as she looks out across the yard. “It’s hard to think fall is a month away.”

“It’ll get here, then when it does we’re going to miss this heat,” you say.

Sonja snorts. “Oh god, I never miss heat. I always run hot, so I wouldn’t mind cold weather all year round.”

You smile up at her and giggle as nerves bubble up. “I’m always cold, even when everyone else is hot.”

Sonja dabs her bandana to her neck as she smiles down at you. “I envy that.”

You bite your lip as you gather up all your courage. “I have some final paperwork for you to sign tonight - just tax bullshit, really, nothing important.” You scold yourself for backpedaling already. “But I was thinking, if you want, you can come over tonight and I’ll make dinner so the paperwork won’t seem so boring.”

The smile on Sonja’s face falters for a moment. “Dinner and paperwork? That would be a first.”

The nervous butterflies in your belly flap harder.

“Why don’t I just sign the paperwork when we’re done here?” Sonja asks. “Then that way, dinner will just be fun.”

Disappointment settles in before it clicks in your head. “Oh, that’s fine. I just figured… Really?” Your voice cracks.

Sonja grins and she winks at you. “I’ll have to find a babysitter, but that won’t be too hard with my family. What time should I drop by?”

You swallow the excited bubbles in your throat. “How about six?”

Her expression is adorable. “Perfect. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a meal I didn’t buy or make myself.”

Your heart hammers, but you try to keep your excitement at bay. Sonja could just think you’re hanging out as friends, which is fine. You just want to know more about Sonja, and if things end up becoming romantic, that’s fine too.

After work, you go home and start cooking. When everything is nearly ready you take a shower and change clothes. You want to impress Sonja since after all this time you’ve known her. Now is your chance to impress, or at the very least become friends with her outside of work.

As you’re getting things out of the oven, there’s a knock at the door. You open it to find Sonja wearing a cropped t-shirt and black shorts. The outfit is really cute, but it shows off her figure in a way you’ve never seen before. Your heart is in your throat, so you fumble with your words. “I’ve never seen you out of work clothes before.”

“There’s a first time for everything.” Sonja places a bottle of vodka in your hands. “It’s all I had. Sorry if you don’t drink.”

“I have cranberry juice in the fridge we can mix it with later.” You set the bottle in the freezer so it’ll stay cold.

Sonja sits down at the table, one leg stretched out before the other. “Thanks again for cooking. This is a real treat for me.”

“I’ve been meaning to do this for a while,” you confess.

Sonja’s smile is dreamy, the sort of thing people make works of art about. “What held you back?”

You place the food on the table. “Dumb reasons, I guess.”

“I get it.” Sonja sits up to look over the food. “This all looks good.”

You smile happily. “Grandma’s recipes, although I used chicken instead of opossum.”

The expression on Sonja’s face shifts so fast. “Please tell me you’re joking.” Her voice is so serious.

You shake your head. “I can show you her recipe journal if you don’t believe it. There’s also a chili that calls for five squirrels.”

“Shut up!” She chuckles. “Even my grandmother would never use squirrels. Do you know how many she’d have to kill to feed five sons?”

You’re both laughing and joking, a good sign. As dinner goes on,and you mix those drinks, you ease into a relaxed manner and talk at length about a variety of things.

“I’ve always loved it here,” Sonja says about the farm. “My parents would bring us here every fall to pick out our pumpkins. Then there was the cider and the fried pies.” She sighs deeply. “It was always one of my favorite traditions.”

You smile brightly. “I didn’t know you came here as a kid.”

“Every year without fail. I’ve been bringing Kaja since she was a baby, too.” She leans back in her chair with her drink in hand. “I’ll have to bring some of the pictures my mom has. I look so awkward, but they’re nice.”

“You? Awkward?” You laugh.

Sonja smirks. “Yes. Very awkward. I didn’t mature all at once. It was a matter of decades to get from a string bean to this.” She waves her hand down her body.

You shake your head. “I can’t imagine that.”

She tilts her head onto her shoulder. “Oh yeah, I was a late bloomer. I didn’t start filling out until after high school. Grew two feet and a bust just before I turned eighteen.”

“Lucky. I never grew out of my baby thighs,” you sigh.

“Nothing wrong with that.” Sonja leans forward on the table again. “Some people like thighs.”

Your cheeks begin to warm up. “I’ve yet to meet them.”

Sonja’s smile softens. “They’re out there, trust me. You just gotta know where to look.”

“I’m always working, so it’s not a big deal.” You look into her eyes. “I don’t date often.”

“I hear that,” Sonja sighs. “I’ve been a little shy ever since Kaja was born.” She frowns. “I guess reluctant would be a better word.”

“How come?”

“I have her now, so I need to be careful.” She looks into her glass. “Maybe it’s an excuse. But if I meet someone, it’s gotta be someone willing to be there for me and Kaja. You know?”

“It’s a sweet deal,” you chuckle shyly.

Sonja’s smile returns. “You think so?”

The nervous bubbles return, and all you can do is nod in reply.

“Let’s go sit on the porch. It’s a nice night.” Sonja stands from the table.

“Sure! Sounds good.” You follow her outside, sitting down on the porch swing together. The night is a bit humid, but a cool breeze flows through.

You sit in silence at first, your leg pressed against hers, skin on skin. Your heart hammers excitedly. Then Sonja drapes her arm around your shoulders, and time stops completely. A bead of sweat trickles down your neck, and everything else freezes. “It’s so nice out,” Sonja breathes.

“It’s perfect.” Your voice cracks.

Sonja moves a little closer. “You’re so lucky. Having all this land and space. My apartment is right in the middle of town.”

“It’s a lot to take care of.” You try to talk through your excited nerves.

“It’s all worth it though, right?” Sonja smiles at you.

You look up at her and nod. “Yeah. Of course.”

Sonja dips her head down, and you close your eyes. It happens in slow motion - her lips touching yours, her tusks against your cheek. Her hand presses the small of your back, while yours touches the skin between her shorts and cropped shirt.

“Finally,” you sigh dreamily.

“What was that?” Sonja chuckles.

You shake your head. “Nothing. Just ignore me.”

She kisses you again playfully. “I plan on giving you my full attention.”

You chase her kiss, wanting more. You can barely breathe, but it doesn’t matter. You wrap your arms around her neck, and she kisses your neck and ear. You gaze into her eyes and both of you smile giddily.

“You probably have to go soon, huh?” You rub your fingers against the back of her neck.

Sonja shakes her head. “My mom has Kaja for the night. I don’t have to rush anywhere if I don’t want to.”

You exhale a shuddering breath. “Well then, that’s nice.”

“I do want to take my time with this. If this is something you feel is worth taking time,” Sonja mumbles nervously. “It’s been a while and I just want to make sure. You know?”

You chuckle softly. “It took me a long time to get to this point, so I don’t have any issue with it.”

Sonja leans in, kissing you again. “I’m glad.”

You end up talking for a long time after that. You go back inside and finish your drinks, then go to your room and lie down in bed, continuing your conversation. You both go on about a lot of things - deep things, shallow things. As the night wears on, both of you fall asleep. When you wake a few hours later, Sonja is still there. She looks so peaceful and beautiful it takes your breath away. You go to the bathroom, undoing your hair and combing it out before washing your face. As you’re changing out of your clothes, Sonja walks into the bathroom.

“Didn’t mean to fall asleep. Can I use your shower?”

You tug down your shirt quickly. “No. Go ahead.”

Sonja starts stripping in front of you. “Thanks,” she yawns. She reaches up, taking down her hair. It’s the first time you’ve ever seen her with it down, and it’s quite possibly the best vision of your life. It’s full and wavy, hanging down her back and shoulders in dark waves. She catches your staring and smirks. “Where are the towels?”

Your face turns bright red immediately. You point to the closet door. “Right in there. Take you time, and use whatever you need.”

Sonja dips down and kisses your cheek. “Thank you.”

You leave her in the bathroom, hearing the shower run as you close the door. You try to catch your breath, her naked form and hair still burned into your brain. You doubt it will ever leave you.

You snuggle back into bed, hoping to fall asleep. But eventually feel Sonja crawl under the covers with you. “Are you asleep?” she whispers.

“No.”

Sonja comes close, putting her arm around you. “Thanks for letting me stay.”

You gulp. “No problem.”

“This is nice.” She relaxes into the bed. “It’s been a long time I’ve felt this comfortable with someone.”

“Me, too.” You place your hand over hers. “What are you doing tomorrow?”

“I have to take Kaja to the doctor,” she says. “So I’ll be with her. But I’ll be free Sunday. She usually spends it with her grandparents anyway.”

You feel warm against her. Your eyelids begin to feel heavy, and your whole body slumps into the mattress. “Is there anything you’d like to do?”

“I need to go shopping,” she murmurs. “If you don’t mind that.”

Your eyes close involuntarily. “Not at all.”

You begin seeing her every Sunday, often going grocery shopping with her and having a nice lunch. Throughout the week you’ll see her maybe once or twice, but Sundays really become your day. The more time you spend with Sonja, the less nervous you get around her. You open up more to her, both of you begin to talk more intimately.

“What are you doing this Saturday night?” she asks over the phone.

“I’m not sure,” you say between bites of carrot. “I’ll either be cleaning or trying to put off doing the cleaning.”

Sonja chuckles. “Well, how about you put it off for the night, then Sunday I can help you clean?”

You smirk. “What will I be doing instead?”

“My folks will have Kaja for the night. They’re going to the drive-in and staying in a hotel overnight. I was thinking we could have a sleepover.”

Your heart hammers. “Sure, that’ll be fun.”

“I was also thinking...” She hesitates for a beat. “Well, if you’re up to it, maybe I could eat you out and see where it leads.”

You choke on your bite of carrot, coughing and sputtering.

“Babe? You okay?” Sonja gasps.

You spit the carrot into a napkin. “I’m sorry,” you cough again. “Could you repeat that?”

Sonja chuckles. “I want to eat you out.”

“I thought that’s what you said.” You gulp down a breath. “I wouldn’t mind doing the same, to you.”

“Anything else?” she purrs.

Your head is spinning. “Anything you asked me to do.”

Sonja chuckles again. “I have a few ideas, but I would like to talk about them in person, if that’s alright with you.”

“That bad, huh?”

“No, not at all. I just don’t want to get you too excited now on the phone,” she teases.

You can’t stop grinning. “Too late.”

“I also had something else I wanted to ask you. It’s about Halloween.”

You sit down at the table. “What about it?”

“Before you have to open the pumpkin patch, I was hoping you could come trick-or-treating with me and Kaja, if that’s possible.”

“Really?” Your heart swells. “You want me to go too?”

“Kaja asked. She really likes you.”

Your grin grows. “Then I can’t say no.”