The Facts of Life does not belong to me. It belongs to creative geniuses with whom I am trying to honor and emulate. Although I do not own any of the characters, plot lines, or references mentioned in this fictional account, the story is completely made up and did not happen during the show. Jo returns home sore from a field hockey game and Blair offers to give her a massage, but will their blossoming feelings for each other destroy their friendship? This is rated M for now because who knows where these girls will take the story. Comments and criticism is welcomed.
Chapter 1
Blair let out a slow sigh as she lay on her bed reading another romance novel. Her mind was not completely on the book. Tootie and Natalie were gone for the weekend visiting Tootie's Aunt Sylvia and Uncle Brian, and Mrs. Garrett was going to be in and out of the house preparing another surprise faculty luncheon Mr. Parker tasked her with at the last minute. That meant that Blair was going to be alone with Jo. How could things get any worse? They already hated each other and Blair did not know how she would ever survive a weekend with that Bronx Barbarian, that nauseating Neanderthal, that grungy grease monkey. Blair could still see the glare Jo gave her that morning before heading off to a field hockey match. Her piercing green eyes, that no-nonsense attitude, that confident swagger. Blair shook her head to snap herself out of her self-imposed trance.
What was happening? Lately, Blair had been having these strange feelings when she thought about her surly roommate. She couldn't understand it and it frightened her. In fact, it irritated her because it was beyond her control. This inability to manage her feelings made her hate Jo even more. That smug smile, that unwavering pride, that . . . that . . . that . . . oh, that perfect balance of strength and beauty. Blair began to picture Jo's biceps as she flexed them involuntarily as she worked on her bike or played sports; Jo's powerful thighs and calves as she ran up and down the field hockey turf or the basketball court in her short, tight, dark blue shorts; her long and powerful fingers as they dexterously took things apart and put them back together again; her firm butt as . . .
"Snap out of it," Blair said to herself. "Why am I thinking about Jo like this?"
Blair couldn't help thinking about how safe she would feel in Jo's strong arms as they wrapped themselves around her waist or shoulders, or how loved she would feel with Jo's luscious lips meeting her own, or how cherished she would feel knowing Jo would take her time to understand and meet Blair's needs instead of just getting what she wanted. Unlike all the guys Blair dated, Jo would be sincere and sweet and protective and . . .
"Why am I doing it again," Blair asked herself. "I am not gay," she told herself adamantly. "So, why am I having these thoughts . . . about Jo of all people?"
Blair let out another sigh as she tried to turn her attention back to her book, but she was just having trouble. She knew she needed to tell Jo about these feelings. Despite their arguments, Jo was the one person – aside from Mrs. Garrett, of course – with whom Blair felt comfortable sharing her deepest, darkest thoughts. But, could she honestly tell Jo of this strange attraction she has been feeling toward her? Would Jo be flattered? Repulsed? Would Jo ever speak to her again if she knew or would she avoid Blair for the rest of the year? Worse yet, would Jo request to move out of the room? If Blair kept quiet, at least she would have Jo staying in the room so she could admire her from afar. After all, Blair had taken to watching Jo as she slept. Just after the lights were turned off, Blair would shift her focus to the brunette beauty lying just a few feet away. Her hair would splay out over her pillow as the moon's turned its luminous gaze upon her. Jo's pajama top would have the first few buttons undone displaying her proud collarbones. Could Blair really afford losing the object of her affection and a true friend to some weird feelings? Blair knew that Jo would never break a confidence and tell anyone her secret, but she just didn't know if she was willing to risk her friendship.
As Blair was pondering what to do, she concluded that she would have a little time to make a decision. After all, Jo would be muddy and sweaty after her field hockey game and would undoubtedly take a shower. That was a big mistake as Blair now pictured Jo in the shower, letting the water cascade down her strong back, her hair wet and slathered with shampoo, her arms and hands glistening as she turned her face up towards the water to get the smudges off her face. Blair felt another tingle.
"I've got to stop thinking about Jo," Blair reasoned with herself.
As if on cue, Blair could hear the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs. She stuck her face in her book to ignore Jo as she would enter the room. However, that would not be easy.
"Ew, ow, arg," grumbled Jo as she limped into the room leaning heavily on her stick.
"Jo," Blair gasped jumping up from her bed and rushing to Jo's side, "are you alright?"
"Yeah," groaned Jo in pain, "but Jennifer McFadden got her revenge."
"Did she hurt you?" Blair asked obviously concerned.
"Nah," Jo said looking at Blair, "I can take anythin' she can dish out. I just strained my calves and my back is in knots."
"Sounds like the game didn't go so well for you to me," replied Blair as she tried to help Jo to her bed.
"Oh, no we still won," said Jo triumphantly with a huge smile on her face. "In fact, I scored the winning goal. It's just that I didn't do my muscles any favors. I forgot to stretch before the game."
"Jo, how could you be so careless?" asked Blair shaking her head.
Jo gave Blair a quick head to toe glance as she said, "I . . . I, uh, . . . I had my mind on other things," Jo stammered as she looked away from Blair and continued to limp to her bed.
"Jo, you are obviously in pain and I insist that you relax."
"Blair, I'm filthy and stinky and I need to shower."
"You will . . . after I give you a massage."
"What?" Jo asked surprised.
"I have seen my mother get a lot of massages, and I have picked up a few things. I can help ease some of that tension . . . if you let me, that is."
"Um, Blair, I don't know if that is such a good idea."
"Come on, Jo. I won't hurt you. Trust me."
"Well . . ."
"Come on."
"Okay."
A smile spread across Blair's face as Jo sat down on her bed to remove her shoes and pads. "Okay Jo, take off your shirt."
Jo looked up from taking off her shoes, "What?" she exclaimed as she crossed her arms in front of her chest.
Blair rolled her eyes. "I need to feel the muscles, Jo, to massage them correctly."
"I thought you were just going to get the cramps outta my legs."
"Oh, I'll do that too, but you need to take off your shirt and lay down on your stomach. You said you had knots in your back and I am going to get it all at once. Besides," said Blair, "I will not want to be doing this again later when you are complaining of back spasms. I might as well do it all now."
Jo looked at Blair uncertainly.
"Come on, Jo. Let me do this so you can take your shower," Blair was trying her best to maintain her snotty façade so Jo would not catch on.
"Fine, but turn around," said Jo as she made a turning motion with her finger.
Sure, the girls had been dressing and undressing in front of each other for a while now, but Jo was still shy around Blair. She didn't understand it because she was always changing in the locker room in front of the rest of the girls, but being around Blair made her modest and uncomfortable. Maybe it was because Blair didn't mind flaunting her perfect voluptuous curves, but Jo was only starting to develop her feminine body. In fact, people were just beginning to stop mistaking her for a boy. Whatever it was, Jo didn't want Blair to see her in just her bra.
"'Kay, ready," said Jo as she lay on her bed facing the window.
Blair's breath caught in her throat as she examined the perfect form in front of her. Jo was the perfect mix of masculine and feminine. Her muscles danced below the skin and Blair could tell that Jo was really beginning to fill out her girly areas. It was as if Blair was looking at a piece of art on display just for her pleasure.
"Come on, Blair. I don't have all day ya know," said Jo snapping Blair out of her reverie.
Blair positioned herself between Jo's feet so she could reach the brunette's calves. She began massaging Jo's calves gently at first not wanting to hurt Jo.
"Um, that feels great," said Jo almost dreamily as she closed her eyes. "You know, you can rub harder if you need to. It won't hurt me."
Blair complied and began a rigorous rubdown of Jo's calves and hamstrings. She bit her bottom lip as she watched in awe as Jo's muscles reacted to every touch. It was as if they were trying to find a rhythm and get in sync with Blair's hands. The sounds resonating from Jo was making Blair uneasy and excited. The feelings in her stomach began churning again. Blair held in a deep breath as she ended her massage just below the leg holes of Jo's shorts.
"Okay, now for your back," said Blair as she lifted herself up and straddled Jo's lower back. She was literally using Jo's butt as her seat.
"Blair, what are you doin'?" asked Jo a little dizzily.
"I have to do it this way to give you a proper massage. I don't have the right kind of table and the bed is down too far. I would have to bend way over to give you a deep muscle massage. Now, you wouldn't want to give me a massage because I got a kink in my back by being nice to you now would you?" asked Blair, but the thought was intriguing.
"Kay," responded Jo somewhat apprehensively; however, the leg massage felt so good, she could only imagine the magic Blair's hands could perform on her back.
As Jo settled down and closed her eyes once again, Blair began the massage on Jo's back. Just like in Jo's legs, the muscles in Jo's back responded to Blair's touch. They danced and moved tantalizingly just below the surface. Jo was indeed tense, and Blair just wanted to ease the tension. As she moved up and down Jo's back, Jo suddenly said, "Harder."
Blair could not deny Jo. She took her palms and the heels of her hands and dug them deeply in Jo's back. Jo responded with a groan.
"Did I hurt you," asked Blair concerned.
"Nah, that feels so good. Please, don't stop."
Blair continued to rub and massage Jo's back and shoulders and they started to loosen up. Blair figured she would take it a step further and grabbed Jo's arms, which Jo had folded under her chin and were laying her face on top of, and Blair stretched them above Jo's head. Jo was not putting up a fight because she fully trusted Blair, and what Blair was doing felt so good that she resigned to let Blair control her.
Blair rubbed her hands up and down Jo's arms while trying to hold back her rapid breathing that was coming quicker and quicker. Blair was aware that she was losing the ability to restrain herself, but she was doing her best. As she was massaging Jo's arms, she suddenly gently ran her manicured nails down that perfect skin. It was not enough to alert Jo that something was different. Blair's nails continued their trek down Jo's back and stopped on either side, just below her bra. Blair then leaned down and placed a kiss on Jo's left shoulder, right by Jo's neck. At this, Jo's eyes shot open in shock and she abruptly lifted herself off her bed, knocking Blair to the floor. Jo quickly grabbed her shirt and covered herself as she eased her way around Blair.
"I gotta shower," said Jo as she quickly left the room.