There isn't any Kissing Jessica Stein fanfic, so I thought I would write some. Helen's thoughts in where she's telling her friends 'it's over' then Jess calls and Helen acts like a schoolgirl. I don't own the Rilke quote.
For it is not inertia alone that is responsible for human relationships repeating themselves from case to case, indescribably monotonous and unrenewed: it is shyness before any sort of new, unforeseeable experience with which one does not think oneself able to cope.
Rilke
Ten days I tell myself. It's just ten days.
That's all. Jessica will come around in ten days. But then I think about that brochure she brought with the 'accessories' of lesbians and her nervousness at it all. Has the girl listened to K.D Lang a bit much? She's so shaky and timid and scared.
And it's annoying as hell.
All we do is kiss and pet. That's it. Day after day. And she's stiff and cold about it at first, but she warms up. That's good.
So it's just ten days and then we'll have sex. But why am I changing my mind so quickly? I just said it was over. Finito. Forget Rilke, forget foreign festivals, forget John Wayne movies. People who are sexy ugly.
Forget the way she brushes up against me, forget the way she's sweet and shy. Forget it all.
But she calls then. Right up to the final moment, the encore. Curtains closed.
She calls and I act like a fucking schoolgirl. 'No, it's fine,' I say. Nothing could be further from the truth. I want sex and I want it now. With Jessica Stein.
But it's just ten days, right?