Disclaimer: 1) I DO NOT OWN any of the characters represented hear. 2) This story contains graphic sex sex. If you don't approve, please move on to a story more to your liking.
Ever So Crazy
"Phoebe, you're sneaking out. Meet me at the usual place. I'll wait outside."
"Helga, I can't! You know I have a paper due tomorrow!"
"Oh come on Pheebs, you're smarter than everyone in school. I bet you could crap out that paper in a hour or less and STILL get an A."
"While that's very flattering of you to say, you know that's quite inaccurate. I'm sorry Helga, but I can't go out tonight. Maybe this weekend."
"Fine," I groan, "Talk to you later Ms. Brain." I hang up and lit a cig. Well, no sense wasting a good sneak, not that Bob and Miriam noticed. He was too busy screaming at the TV and Mom was too passed out to know WHAT was going on. Criminy! I bet I could walk in preggers and Dad wouldn't even realize till I had a kid hanging of my tits.
"Hey girl-no smoking! Put it out or leave!" A bouncer says, glaring at me. Jeez, I can't even lean on the wall anymore? I'm not even INSIDE and I can't smoke! Good one Giuliani. You sure made the streets safe again! Not... Oh well...better start walking before Mr. Steroids takes a whack at me, like I need that. The nights got a cool breeze anyway. Plus, I can go to that new place next door Phoebe's always too scared to try. I never got that. Her fake ID's are gold! Not a flaw on them. Man, why she doesn't make business out of that is beyond me. If I had her skills I'd be raking it in ALL day long.
I take a few last puffs of my cig and stomp it out, excited to see the inside of the black and purple building next to me. The silver flecks of paint shine right off the place and I almost get on my knees and praise this mother. Yes! Something new. Something Exciting! Something a little...dangerous. After all these months I can FINALLY go inside Stompin Soundz!
I walk up and show the bouncer my ID and he lets me in easy. YES! I drink it all up-the inside just as dark as the out. There are tables everywhere, a small stage in back and long bar to the right of me, lights along the length of it. Nirvana's Heart-Shaped Box plays on the speakers as I notice everyone is dressed like me- total grunge. Though some are wearing more black than I own, one guy damn near blending into the background. I take a seat at the bar when this rocker chick with thicker than thick red hair greets me. It puffs out in all directions, a really wild mane of fire.
"So, what'll it be?" She says, chewing something, "Jack? Barcrardi? Or, you could try today's Special, a Wild Bill. It's ever so tasty." Ever so? Who is this chick? Lila?
"I guess I'll try the Wild Bill."
"Good choice. ID?" I flash it to her and she smiles, giggling some before she makes it. She puts in front of me, leaning over as she says "Be careful with it. It's been known to make people every so drunk. Enjoy!" There she goes with the 'ever so' again. What is WITH that? I take a sip, letting the infusion of boozes relax me-chill me-and take me to places I LOVE to go. The women takes out a sign and puts it on the bar.
"Ok, listen up, bars closed for fifteen minutes. Showtime!" She walks out from under the bar and up to stage where a few others are gathering. Beaming- little Ms. Ever So takes the microphone as the rest of them take their axe's and drums.
"Ok, who's ready to ROCK!" Her drummer starts up and soon a cover of Nirvana's Rape Me fills the room. I can't take my eyes away, the redhead's voice just as smooth and raspy as Kurt's was.
The more she sings the more she sounds like him-impressively invoking the Governor of Grunge himself. I can't help but be soaked in and sucked in as she deftly works the mike. She gets crotch close to the stand, barely touching it when she takes the stand away and walks on the edge of the stage-her tight fitting deep forest green dress hugging her like I suddenly want to. Her fishnet tights catch my eye and I'm hooked. I HAVE to get to know her. I HAVE to know who she is. What she does do? Is this her only job? Is she in high school? If she is, would didn't I recognize her in the halls? Or would she be too plain then?
The crowd goes bonkers for her as she-amazingly-switches from Nirvana's All Apologies to Portishead's Humming, her voice making sweet love to my eardrums. I try to calm myself, dying to take her to some back room and rip off her dress, sucking her tits for all their worth. Come ON Pataki! Get it together! You love Arnold remember? Yea..right...like he'll come back from San Lorenzo. He's been gone for years and has yet to show any sign of returning-just as lost as his parents once were.
"It's been SOOO LONG," she sings, my heart rising higher with each note she graces me with. Oh the kisses I would place on her, the hands I could caress her with. The sugar I could suck from her...the charry I could pluck -loving the taste as I...NO! You have to calm down! But how! The bar does not open for another...five minutes. Criminy! This is going to the longest five minutes of your life... I try to wait, sweat dripping off me as the Lila-like siren continues to woo me with her silkiness-each word evoking dirtier and dirtier desires I didn't even know I had. And just when I'm about to burst-she finishes.
"I'd like to thank the band for my ever so nice performance, and lets not forget you fans! To the BAR!" Everyone erupts in cheers and she drives into the mob-throngs of hands touching her in places I wish my tongue could go. She jumps to the ground next me and enters the bar- face aglow in something.
"All finished I see. Another?" She asks.
"YES!"
"Alright-alright...calm down Fido. I'll make it for you. So you finally came into Stompin soundz. Like it so far?" She hands me the drink and I sip. Her hands touched this glass. And she's been sweating...oh..
"I...um...like it alot. Hehehe...my friend and I usually go the one next door. You know...The Rager? They barely card you." Crap! What if she's 21? Will she think my cards a fake now? Will she turn me in? CRAP! WHY did I say that?
"Oh yea...I did that a few months back. It's ok. For a start." I sip in relief. Thank God! She won't turn me in. So she must be in High School then. So why don't I recognize her? Well, our school IS huge. Maybe she has classes in the other building and I just never ran into her.
"This is ever so nice, you know," she says, making herself a drink, "I'm really glad that you came here."
"You are?"
"Yea...I don't know..I just kinda assumed that since it took Arnold a while to get over me that you'd ever so hate me. But you don't!" What the...I...what? Oh dear god! She does not LOOK like Lila. SHE IS LILA! I have been lusting after Lila THIS WHOLE TIME? Oh God. Ohhhhh GOD!
I gulp the entire drink again, my whole world spinning around me in circles. Maybe it was the drink! Yea-yea! She said the drink does something right? Maybe the something-or-other made me gay? Oh..who am I kidding! You don't just MAKE someone gay. They either are, or aren't. And if I'm gay then what does that say about Arnold? Does he look girlish to me? Or...wait...maybe I'm not gay...I'm bI! Yea...maybe...ok...now you are going insane.
"Hello? Earth to Helga!"
"What?" I raise my head from the bar, suddenly realizing it's been down there for a solid five minutes. Great. Just fucking great.
"So let me ask you..." I slur, "What's with the grunge getup? I thought you were all home on prairie and everything."
"That was years ago. And I only wore that to make my father happy."
"Wait...so...you're not nice anymore? Or..." She sighs some, rolling her eyes.
"Helga, just because I dress differently and sing Nirvana now doesn't mean I'm not ever so nice anymore. I'm still nice to my father and I still get good grades. I just changed how I have fun."
"What does your dad think?"
"I'll tell you when he finds out."
"So wait...how can you serve booze? You're still in high school."
"Shhh! Not so loud! They think I'm 22!" Crap! I slink in my chair, sliding back. Her drummer comes up for a beer, her hair just as wild as Lila-only black.
"Girl we ROCKED!" Lila hands over a Shocktop adding,
"Don't you know it! Your beats are ever so amazing! I don't know HOW you do it!"
"And I don't know how YOU do it! It was like Kurt came back from the dead or something!" I look at them-the image still hitting me like a ton of bricks. Here it is. Lila-the school's resident goody-goody rocking out harder than I ever dreamed of. Not that I REALLY dreamed of it of course. It's just...I had a rep you know? People knew there was one hardcore woman around here and it was Helga G. Pataki. Heh. Was. Past tense. I WAS the hardcore chick until little miss Lila usurped me.
What a bitch! What a boob! And yet...how I want to touch your hair! How I want to stroke every strand to know your real and not a dream! How I want to hug your perfect waist and nestle my head into your breasts-telling you every last thought in my head until I'm out of air! But would you take me? Or would you reject me like I feared the bouncer would at the door? I have to know! But what if you don't feel the same? What then? I hear a cell, and for a second I fear it might be Bob when I remembered he'd NEVER call.
"Damn! It's my mom. I got to go. See you tomorrow Li!" The drummer downs the Shock Top beer and rushes out, leaving me with Lila. Just me... and Lila.
"I should go too you know...I mean it's so late and-"
"Helga it's only 11:30."
"I know...but it's a school night...and...I...I..." Suddenly she's sitting next to me with a drink. Her arm hairs grace mine and I almost lose it. Almost grab her and-
"Helga..."
"Huh?"
"Come on...what were you going to say!"
The fake fruit smell of the bathroom cleanser envelopes my nose as Lila's tongue swirls around mine. I try to calm down but I can't stop myself from pressing her silky body up against the band stickered wall. Her arms, my arms, sliding and roaming every inch of us. I bust open her top and go for her milky breasts, loving how perfect and round her bra makes them. Heavy breathing, a blur of smeared makeup...all melding into something I have dreamt of feeling. An orgasm builds, getting closer and closer with each touch.
I want to stop and figure this all out when Lila fingers my clit, her other hand guiding me to hers. I can't think. I can't break away, my hand mimicking Lila's light and pleasurable clit dance. And then...just when I think I can speak, I breathe "YES! YES! YES!" A wave relaxation splashes over me as Lila cums second-bucking under my hand as her sugar-laced "Yes's" kiss my skin. Without thinking we collapse into each other.
"That was good..."I sigh, "fuck me..."
"I think I just did," Lila says.
"So...what now?"
"Whatever you want. I have to get back to the bar."
"But..." Lila unhooks herself from me and turns to check herself in the dirt splotched mirror. I want to get up and hug her from behind, yet I can't, tied down by the complexity of what I just did, and what it might mean. Lila reaches for the door, pauses,
"Hey Helga..."
"Yes Lila?"
"We should get coffee sometime. That would be ever so sweet! Bye!" And just like that she opens the door, notes of Nirvana's My Girl wafting in from the bar and beyond.
"My Girl...My Girl..."