Orc Girlfriend: Sonja 1 (rough draft)

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 the 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 is when 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, is when 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 hired some extra help to make sure nothing was left to chance. The crew you hired was made up mainly of Orcs, you usually hired them at the end of the season when clean up was happening, but this year their extra oomph was needed.

The crew leader was a woman named Sonja, who gave you butterflies every time you spoke to her. For years you had harbored a secret crush on Sonja, but had always chickened out of going beyond the business relationship you had with her.

Sonja must have been at least seven feet tall and was built like an Amazon queen. Her arms and legs were thick with muscle, but it was her rear that caught your attention. It was perfect, the kind of thing you could set your coffee mug on. She kept her long hair tied up, either in a braid or ponytail, but it looked soft to the touch. Pitch black with streaks of white at the temple. Her face often held a surly expression, but only when she was working. Outside of that, she often had a big smile, and her honey eyes light up the room.

To say your crush was small was an understatement, you would marry Sonja in a second if the opportunity arose. Alsa, that opportunity never did, as did the courage it took to ask her out. You chickened out every time. Surely a statuesque beauty like her was already snatched up anyways.

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

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

He poured himself a cup of coffee then leaned against the counter. “The object of your unbridled desire.”

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

He smirks. “Sure it’s not.”

“How do you know this?” You ask urgently, standing up. “Did you ask her or something?” You then stiffen up, 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 was very proud of her daughter, she shared pictures all the time. I had known the father wasn’t in the picture, but I still didn’t know Sonja’s entire 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 at the same time you know you need this extra space.

You know you’ll be working with Sonja, so you have something prepared as an excuse to spend some time alone with her. There’s paperwork that needs to be signed, so you figure, you’d ask her to come sign them and make dinner then 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 on 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 internally scold yourself for backpedaling already. “But I was thinking, if you want you don’t have to, 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 are strong now.

“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-” It hits you like a brack. “Really?” You 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 down 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, that was the whole point of this dinner anyways. You wanted to know more about Sonja, and if things ended up becoming romantic, that was fine too.

After work, you went home and started cooking. When everything was nearly ready you got a shower and changed clothes. You were very nervous, you wanted to impress Sonja since after all this time you had known her you had been a bit of a chicken. Now was your chance to impress, or at the very least, become friends with her outside of work.

As you were getting things out of the oven, there was a knock at the door. You open it to Sonja, who is wearing a cropped t-shirt and black shorts. The outfit was really cute, but it showed off her figure in a way you’d never seen before.

Your heart is in your throat, so as you start talking your tongue is a bit fumbled. “I’ve never seen you out of work clothes before.”

“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 into 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 made works of art on. “What held you back?”

You place 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 are joking,” her voice is so serious.

You shake your head. “I can show you her recipe journal if you don’t believe. 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,” she says about the farm. “My parents would bring us her 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’ 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 now, that was a process of decades to get from  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 fat 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,” you sigh.

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

This doesn’t sound like a good sign. “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 then frowns. “I guess reluctant would be a better word.”

“How come?”

“I have her now, I need to be careful.” She looks down 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.

“Lets 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 there is a cool breeze that flows through.

You sit in silence at first, your leg pressed against hers, skin on skin. Your heart hammers excitedly as you take this in. Sonja then 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 to 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, 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 had Kaja for the night. I don’t have to rush anywhere if I don’t want to.”

Your breath shudders as you breathe. “Well then, that’s nice.”

“I do, though, 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, 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, you then go to your room where you lay 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 up, 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 then 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 sleep shirt quickly. “No. Go ahead.”

Sonja starts stripping in front of you. “Thanks,” she yawns. She then 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, 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 catch your breath, her naked form and hair still burned into your brain. You doubt it would ever leave you.

You snuggle back into bed, laying there hoping to fall asleep. You eventually feel Sonja get into bed. She crawls 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 begint of 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 then 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, and as more time goes by, both of you begin to talk more intimately.

“What are you doing this saturday night?” She asks over the phone.

“Not sure,” you say between bites of carrot. “I’ll either be cleaning or trying to ignore doing the cleaning.”

Sonja chuckles. “Well, how about you ignore it 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 and cough and sputter.

“Babe? You okay?” Sonja gasps.

You spit out 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.”