Tegan
Mondays are already the truthful representation of what hell must be like. I'm pretty sure they are the days Satan celebrates his powerful control over the human kind. Each Monday, Satan sits with his nymphs, they gulp the mead, and talk about their next victim. Guess what? I am the next victim...probably.
Not only it's the worst day of the week, but I haven't gotten a single hour of sleep last night because of Satan...I mean Sara. I'm pretty sure Satan is doing this, he's making me the rag that her majesty uses to wipe the floor with. I don't know what she's doing, but she's doing it well and I'm falling. I'm worshiping her. I'm under her mercy. I'm there for her even though I don't want to. Is it because I slept with so much women? Is this punishment for the many hearts I have broken? It better not be, because I don't think I can live with this. No, I don't think I can.
Here's what happened. She was tired. Poor, little baby, how could I let her be tired and not do a thing about it? I mean, I admit it, Emy and I messed the shit out of the the room, and we got her pissed at the end. But she was too dizzy and angry, and over drugged to clean, so who would volunteer cleaning after Emy had left? Of course no one other than Tegan Stupid Quin. Who else? Why did I do that? I don't know. She seemed so cute, I couldn't let her be adorable and cute and not do what her mind was telling my mind to do.
That's not all. Then, she was working on some stupid report, and she was whining about not being able to finish it because she was going to fall asleep at any second. I asked her how much left and she said only editing is required. So Tegan, in her mind, she was like, oh well, easy peasy lemon squeezy, I'll do it. And again, Tegan Dumb Quin was the martyr of Sara's bullshit.
So Sara slept like a little baby and I stayed up all night trying to understand what the fuck she had written. I discovered many things, one of them is that psychology is hard as fuck. The second one, my roommate has an eerie infatuation with incest. The third one, she has the most complex mind I have ever encountered, and I don't think I'll ever understand what does happen inside there. I couldn't understand what she was speaking of. All I knew it was some weird theory about attraction between siblings and she was trying to prove it with literature. I didn't know what to edit and what not to edit. No grammar mistakes or even spelling errors were evident in her report. I simply put myself in a tangled situation last night.
I also couldn't sleep without editing whatever she wanted to edit, I'd have felt guilty because I have promised her that I would edit. So my only option was to contact the one person I know majored in Psychology, known as my mother.
At 12 AM. my mother was still online, most probably chatting with some new dude she just met or something. So I contacted her.
Tegan: I need help :(
Sonia: No, I'm not going to convince Stephen to send more money!
Tegan: Not with that -_-
Sonia: Who did you knock up ;)
Tegan: Ha ha, so funny...
Seriously, though...Remember my roommate?
Sonia: The hot one who reminds you of me?
Tegan: Did it sound that wrong when I said it? Anyway, yes her. Look, so she majors in Psychology, and like she's sick and all and she fell asleep without putting the last touches on her report. I promised I'd edit it but I don't get anything. Can you help me?
Sonia: Helping someone that is not you? Shock! Tegan Rain Quin, have thou fallen into the pits of love?
Tegan: No, what the fuck? No, I haven't. She's just nice and we're good friends. She cleans the room everyday, okay?
Sonia: Alright ;) Email it to me and I'll take a look at it.
Tegan: K.
So I emailed my mother Sara's report and waited. An hour, two, three, and there was no response back from my mother. I ate, ate, ate, and watched cartoons, then ate, tried to be quiet while fighting with the dudes of GTA on Sara's PlayStation, and mother did not respond. I even, creepily, watched Sara sleep, her little mouth was a bit opened, and she snores just a tad. Funny, one of her conditions to stay in this dorm room is me not snoring. Finally, at four in the morning, my selfish mother returned.
Sonia: Oh, Tegan, sorry I forgot about the email.
Tegan: You've got to be fucking kidding me!
Sonia: I was talking to someone earlier. I took a look at it, don't worry. Are you still awake, waiting?
This pissed me off so fucking much. It's always about her and her boyfriends, it's never about me or what I want, and then she says I'm the selfish one. Well, look who caught the bad gene?
Tegan: Yes!
Sonia: Are you mad? Don't be mad. I honestly didn't think you'll stay awake, you never care about anyone too much to stay awake for them.
I didn't respond after that. I did not only feel offended, but at the same time, I knew she was kind of right. I never really cared about anybody too much to stay awake for them, not even for my mother and she's the most person I do care about. I never wanted to help a girl that much. I never liked somebody that much to help them in the first place. I don't know what's happening to me, but I can't face it and I don't know what it is.
Sonia: Your roommate is something.
Tegan: What do you mean?
Sonia: This report, it's something! I mean, she's really smart. She's building on Freud's and Lacan's theories of incest.
Tegan: Who are these?
Sonia: Theorists. She took the Oedipus Complex and Electra Complex to a whole new level, but this will surely make her fail.
Tegan: I'm lost...But why will it make her fail if it is smart? She thinks she's stupid.
Sonia: She's building theories on her own, proving them with literature. Psychology professors don't like that, they like the basic knowledge they give their students. Anything out of the ordinary is shunned.
Tegan: Mhm. So are you saying my roommate is some theorist? Anyway, what did she mean by editting? Did you do it?
Sonia: I think she only meant revising. Just tell her she won't get a good mark with this. Tegan, is your roommate adopted?
Tegan: As far as I know, nope. Why?
Sonia: Just seems like it from the way she's written about the theory not being applied if the infant is adopted, which is what happened in Oedipus Rex. How the person, if adopted, they are instantly attracted to their mother, father, or even sibling.
Tegan: Eww.
Sonia: These are known theories, just so you know.
Tegan: Still, eww!
Sonia: Between you and I, do you like her?
Tegan: I told you, I do. She's my friend. And mum, she has a name. Sara Smith!
Sonia: What does she look like? Do you have a picture?
Tegan: Brown hair, same colour as mine, same style as yours. Hazel eyes, same colour as mine. Same skin tone as mine. Soft, really cute voice. As tall as I am, maybe an inch shorter. Annoying as fuck sometimes. Has terrible OCD. She's random, and self-deprecating. She has a dirty mouth but is so fucking shy at the same time, I don't even know how that's possible. She's six years older than me and fails a lot, she thinks she's stupid, but apparently she's not. She has a girlfriend.
Oh, and I don't have a picture.
Sonia: I asked you what does she look like, not tell me everything about her...You like herrrrr ;) :)
Tegan: Fuck off.
Sonia: I'm your mum, hey...
Tegan: Sorry. Good night. Thanks. Did you email it back?
Sonia: I did. Goodnight xo
And that's how my mother ended up being another reason why it's seven and I haven't closed an eye. I couldn't stop thinking about her words. I couldn't stop thinking about what she said. Do I have to deny it? Or I can just admit it? I like her. Yes, I like Sara. I have a fucking crush on Sara. That probably explains everything, right? I mean, I'm confused, I've never liked anybody. I've never thought of anybody like that, like the way I think of Sara. That's what it feels like to like someone? I don't like it...Actually, I do. But what do I do now? Yes, I like her, but what do I do now? I don't know.
Sara's alarm is now ringing, interrupting my thoughts about her. I remove my blanket away from my head and I look at her as she starts to wake up. She wakes up the way a kid does, or maybe all of us wake up that way, but hers is just extra cute. She shifts in bed as her eyes begin to flutter. Then her fist moves to rub her eyes, then she sneezes, then she rubs both her eyes and groans. This same ritual happens everyday. Now her hand is reaching for the alarm to put it on snooze. There, she reached for it, a sigh is out of her lips. Now her eyes are opening, and the first person she sees is me, looking at her. She jumps, blinks, then smiles.
"Morning." She whispers and smiles wider.
"Sup." I say, yawning as she yawns. I shift on the side and look at her.
"I dreamed about you." She says while she sits up, grinning. I sit up as well, even though my dizziness is killing the shit out of me and I'm about to collapse.
"Really? What was I doing?" I ask her. She stretches and yawns again.
"I don't remember much." Lies. I can see them. "We were in a kitchen?" Yes we were. "In a house. A big house."
"What were we doing?" I wiggle my eyebrows at her, she rolls her eyes at me.
"We were talking. Just talking."
"About what?" I tease, getting up. I should just sit down and skip, fuck.
"I don't remember." She whispers, getting up. I sit down and make myself fall on the mattress. "Are you okay?" I nod.
"I'm just so tired." It's okay to skip, right? I need the sleep. "I didn't get your report so I contacted my mum, and she explained it to me."
"Oh." That's the only thing she says. I look at her and I notice she's looking through her dresser. "What did she say?" She asks again. Apparently, Sara is torn between choosing a light blue bra or a purple and black polka-dotted one.
"That you're smart but you're gonna get a really bad mark because this is like I don't know, controversial?" Sara chuckles, she decided to go with a white lacy bra instead. I really like this bra. I wonder how her tits will look in them. Fuck, man.
"I've been told." Sara turns to me, smiling. "Thanks for wasting your time on it."
"Oh, no problem." I sit up once again. "But like, are you into incest?" Sara purses her lips, I look at her. "Are you like in love with your sister?" I ask again and she furrows her brows.
"No." She laughs. "It's just, I believe that there's this special attraction between siblings who don't know that they're siblings, just like how Oedipus was into his mum and he didn't know she was his mum. Like in Moll Flanders, she loves and marries her brother and he lover her back. She has two children from him and the third is on the way when she discovers he's her brother. Not only that, like there's this book called The Hotel New Hampshire, even though they know they're siblings, they love each other, that type of love. I believe nobody can understand you better than your sibling. If I had one, I'd probably love them so much, maybe not that type of love, but you know, I'd trust them with my life." I have never felt more lost than ever. This is the Sara Complex, one I'm drowning to understand it.
"You have a sibling, though. A sister?" I raise one eyebrow, suddenly remembering when my mother asked me whether she's adopted or not.
"Oh...I said if I had? Sorry, just not focusing. I mean she's young. I meant someone close to my age." Oh, I guess that makes sense. "So I'll go shower." She declares like she's been doing a lot lately whenever she has to go to the bathroom. It's like she's trying to send me some subliminal message or is asking me to join her. Oh, maybe she's asking me to join her.
"You want me to join you?" I smile widely, ready for her to blush and stay silent so I can follow and we can fuck.
"Excuse me?" She squints her eyes at me. She's going in, there's still no answer so I get up, and...rude...very, very fucking rude. She slammed the door in my face. Now she's locking it. She could have just said no.
I almost fell asleep, but she left the bathroom and kept making noises. Now she's making breakfast while whining about how late I am going to be. It's like having another mother sometimes, or a whiny girlfriend. "I'm not fucking going, stop nagging." I groan and bury my head in my pillow.
"Why?" She asks quickly. "Are you okay? Are you sick? Did you catch the flue from me?" She's showering me with concerned questions. Now she's staring down at me. Sweet baby Jesus, she's a fucking beauty, she's so beautiful, her eyes are so beautiful, her confused worried face is so beautiful.
"I might be catching some flue, ya." The Sara flue, probably. I'm sick with the Sara syndrome. "You might want to make it better and kiss me, prince charming." What the fuck? Prince charming? Why did my voice even come out so fucking tender and sweet? That's not me. No, no.
She's blushing, I made her blush.
"Maybe one day." She winks and she walks away. One day, one day she's going to kiss me. She winked. That used to be my job. What is she planning in that mind of hers? Wait, which day? Is it soon? No, Sara, don't leave me. Is that like a metaphor? Or is she shutting me up? I need to kiss her. I need a kiss. I want it.
"What the fuck?" She looks at me while setting our cereal bowls on the coffee table. I squint my eyes in confusion and she giggles. "You just made the weirdest sound ever. Like a squeal slash groan slash moan slash scream." Did I? Do I do that often? I don't remember I did that. She giggles again. "Leave whatever struggle in your mind and come eat. That's So Raven is on." Oh hell yeah.
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I hear banging, lots of banging on the door. Fuck off. Who is that? I wanna sleep. More banging. "Tegan." Yelling. "Open the door." Whining. What an annoying voice. "Fucking Tegan. Wake up you idiot, you have to get to work." Wait, work? That's Emy. Oh my god. Work. I forgot. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
I get out of bed like a drugged lunatic, rushing out to the door with my blanket half-wrapped around me. I unlock it, Emy enters, and I end up being pushed to the ground. "Oww." I don't even put any effort to stand or to open my eyes. I like where I am, I love the floor, I shall continue my sleep.
"Shit." Emy is laughing so hard at me and I don't blame her, I probably look like a clown. "Get up." She holds my hand and tries to pull me up. "Sara told me to wake you up so you can go to work." Oh, right, I told Sara to wake me up to go to work. How much did I sleep exactly? Emy puts both hands under my arms and pulls me up. "Gross. You're so sweaty."
"I was asleep." I rub both my eyes as I try to adjust to the surrounding. She walks to the bathroom to wash her hands and I follow. I yawn while standing at the door. "What time is it?"
"Very late." She sighs and leaves the bathroom. "Shower quickly, you need to get going."
"Do I have to shower?" I moan while pushing my face against the wall. I haven't been getting any good sleep since ever Sara has entered my tiny brain cells and planted whatever evil spell she did in them. I think of her all night and all day. The worst part is that, and I'm even ashamed to admit it to myself, yesterday I have started this plot about us in my head. Like I'm writing a fiction about us in my fucking head, and that's the only thing that makes me doze off. But then I get to the sex part, and well, ya, I'm too worked up to sleep anymore. Now if I just fuck Sara, I'd stop craving her, I'd stop wanting her, I'd stop writing our plot together, I'll just basically forget about her like I've done to every other girl. But the fact she's making it too hard to do her is what's pulling me towards her. Why wasn't she just a cheap bitch I could fuck and get it over with? Why does she have to tease and be cute and be fucking hot and be classy and be in a relationship and have self-control all at once? Goddamn it.
"Unless you want Sara to smell you when you're back..." Before Emy even finishes her threat, I am already fishing for fresh undergarment and my uniform to go shower. I don't want to repeat another yelling fist like the one I had about ten days ago. I was back from work and I smelled like rotten onion, but I was too lazy to shower and too exhausted. Sara of course was able to tell by my repulsive smell. She told me to shower and I just lazed around, she told me again and I didn't hear her, she started yelling and I rolled my eyes. All of a sudden, I ended up being dragged to the bathroom, literally dragged by my collars to the bathroom. So I showered, but the shitty thing was, when I got out, she gave me this whole lecture about personal hygiene and that shit. Yelling was involved. The whole dorm heard it.
I leave Emy in the room and go to the bathroom. I get rid of my tanktop and my pajama pants after. My bra and boyshorts follow. I look in the mirror at myself, I yawn, then I rub my eyes. I look at my naked form and smirk to myself. I'm so damn attractive, like how can Sara not even want to touch this? How can she not want to knead my breasts or push her face in my cunt? What kind of self control does she own? Why can't I just have it?
Can I masturbate or is it too late? Probably too late.
I hop in the shower and hum as the water keeps cascading down my shoulders and runs through the curves of my body, through the valley between my breasts and above the heavy mounds, it continues to run above my stomach and down my legs and thighs. I quickly do what I do each day. I wash my hair with my shampoo and then add conditioner, then my skin with a washcloth, then I brush my hair and clean my piercings while using the sea salt I was told to use. I put up with the burn as I clean them then I close the faucet and get out of the shower. I wrap a towel around my body and start picking up the stray hairs which fell down. Then I stand in front of the mirror again and use Sara's blowdryer to dry my hair. I mess up with Sara's lotions like I usually do and put from each all over my skin. I'm pretty sure she knows that I use them by now, but I guess she doesn't mind since she has never mentioned it. I brush my teeth and I pluck the hair that's growing beneath the thin line that I have structured for my eyebrows. Then I pluck the few hairs that are making themselves visible above my lips and grab my deodorant and apply under my arms. I grab my mascara and apply some to look less sleepy. Then I grab my hair straightener and quickly straighten my hair and my bangs. I get dressed, spray a bit of a perfume and leave the bathroom.
Emy jumps and hides whatever was in her hands behind her back. I didn't even know she's still here. I squint my eyes at her and walk towards her. "What are you still doing here?" Scarlet redness is tickling her entire face. I look at her opened backpack and try to look at what's behind her. "What are you hiding?" I ask, more sternly. I try to shift my gaze to what's around me while still focusing on her. I notice from the corner of my eyes that the closet Sara and I share is half opened. "Were you spying on your girlfriend?" My hands are on my hips, I'm about to crack her, she can't even reply back, she's nothing like Sara. Sara, even though naive, still enters your mind with sly actions or some witty words that come out of her without much consciousness, but Emy is too weak for me, she's collapsing under my gaze, her big blue eyes are watering.
"I wasn't. It's personal." She says, closing her eyes, huffing, then opening them again. She removes her hands and shows me what she was about to put in her backpack. I notice the same lengthy phallus that hit my head two days ago is in her hand. In the dark, I couldn't see that it was blue coloured, but now I can see it well, and now it's my turn to somehow blush. She sighs and I nod. "It's a shared toy." She whispers, but chuckles and shakes her head. I don't say anything because I'm thinking of all the reasons why she's taking the shared toy and putting it in her backpack. It's probably so she and Sara can fuck, I'm not stupid and I have noticed that they have became closer lately, despite Emy telling me they're drifting away, and Sara constantly complaining about it. So if Sara and Emy are still having a somewhat healthy sex life, it means Sara doesn't want me anymore and doesn't want to fuck me. Emy's hot, beautiful, her body is fucking heaven, so Sara wouldn't even think of doing me anymore.
No...No. Sara would think of fucking me. Since when was I so self-deprecating? I am as sexy and as attractive as Emy, Sara does want me and will want to fuck me. I should just tease more, maybe.
"Tegan?" Emy asks me as she puts the toy in her backpack. "I want to talk to you about something. I need an advice. That's why I stayed in the first place." She bites her lower lip with hesitation girdling her entire frame.
"Sure." I finally let out a sound. "Come with me while walking to the cafe'?" She nods and gets up, taking her backpack and following me out. I lock the door of my room and we start walking to our destination. "So what's up?" Emy doesn't speak, so I break the silence.
"Well," She chuckles and I notice she's hesitant and nervous. "It's weird talking about this, or actually asking for an advice about this from someone younger." And by this I'm assuming she's talking about the holy act that I cherish so much.
"Just say it, Emy. We're friends."
"How do I make Sara...I don't know? Like..." She keeps stuttering and my patience is running out. "Get involved in more sexual experiences, let's say?"
"I'm not following up." The weather is getting colder and colder each day, winter is coming and my winter bones are starting to ache by the simple breeze in the air.
"Okay, you know how Sara and I are eh in bed?" I nod with a small laughter. "She doesn't go down on me." Then Emy drops the bomb and I almost trip and choke on more rude laughter.
"I'm sorry, sorry." I apologize as I try to remove some dust from my eyes. I don't like how the sky is full of clouds and how it seems very dusty outside, this weather makes my allergies act up and makes me dizzy. "Like doesn't do it anymore or never actually has gone down on you?"
"Our sex is either fingering or her using what you've seen on me or me going down on her. It's been like that for two years. It has to be really dark in order for us not to see each other because it grosses her out, but actually, I know it's just that she's not comfortable with her naked body. She refuses to change it. I try so hard to make her try something new, but she's such a top she doesn't let me take any action."
"Sara? A top?" I laugh more and Sara's girlfriend sighs. It feels so strange discussing the girl's (you're basically, kind of, crushing on.) sex life with her girlfriend who is also really hot. It feels weird because I'm imagining them in bed and it's turning me on. It feels weird because I wanna do Sara and Emy is asking me for an advice to do Sara. It feels weird because Emy seems so clueless and I feel like I have a lot to teach these two women. It feels weird because I wanna sleep with both of them, but at the same time, I only wanna sleep with Sara.
"Ya, she is. She's so dominant, it's so annoying." It also feels weird that Emy is saying that because Sara showcases nothing but submissiveness. "I wanna use this dildo on her." Then she sighs the biggest sigh a solicitous fellow sighs.
"Em, I'll get back to you. Stay here, don't go, alright?" She nods after we walk into my place of work and I go where the staff are only allowed, leaving her outside. "Hey Mike, what's up?" I greet my co-worker and he smiles in return.
"Slow day, kids are still in school. 't'll be filled within an hour. Studyin' and shit."
I tie my hair and hide the small bun inside my snapback and wear a new pair of gloves. "Seems like it's gonna be a long day." I sigh, mostly to myself, and leave. I find Emy on one of the stools facing the counter. I take my place next to Julie and greet her quickly. "I'll make you something on the house. What do you want?"
"Are you bribing me because I'm sad?" Emy's face is between her two hands, her cheeks are pushed against her eyes and it's making them smaller, her lips are pouting and she looks like an adorable child. "Because it's working." She sends me half a smile and I send her a wink back, which I'm pretty sure makes her blush. "One of that Irish nut creme Sara said you make so good." Oh Sara, not the only creme I make so good.
I start preparing for Emy what she wanted and then take a couple of orders, hand Emy hers and finish with my other orders. Then I face the brunette again and purse my lips. "So she doesn't want you to do her with a dildo?"
"It's not that she doesn't want it. It's just that whenever we plan to, you know, have sex, I end up underneath her. And the other times she's the one who pushes me above her and pushes my head where she wants it. I wanted to do the same with her but she told me she's not into eating pussy. I asked her once if she wanted to be penetrated by that dildo and she said this one is only for me and she's not much into being, you know, fucked like that." Emy's words are too loud and too obscene. While I'm making an old lady's American coffee, I couldn't look into her glaring eyes nor tell Emy to shut up because I don't like to cut someone off while they're venting to me.
Just like I have imagined, Sara doesn't really do much in sex, she probably doesn't even enjoy it much and she doesn't know anything. But I also know Sara has wild fantasies from that teddy she was riding. Emy's description of her stubborn dominance illuminates the fact she's capable to be kinky in her head but is too afraid to apply it in actions. I wonder if Sara can be dominant with me. I'm mostly a top as well, I think we'll spend it fighting who's gonna fuck who if we slept together. That's not a terrible idea, actually. "So what do you want me to help you with?"
"I took the dildo so I can wear it and surprise her all of a sudden, but like, I don't know how?" She blushes fiercely as I raise my eyebrows at her. "Not using it, dude. I mean how to be like, sit still, we're gonna fuck like right now, and it's not gonna be dark, and it's not gonna be me who ends up being fucked at the end." I don't know why Emy doesn't wanna be fucked by Sara in the first place, I mean sure, fucking Sara is fucking great. But damn, being fucked by Sara? That's actually hot.
If Emy can realize the thick fluids in my underwear right now are caused by her description of her sex life with her girlfriend, she's probably gonna think I'm sick.
"I honestly don't know how to give sex advices. I just think there should be some understanding between you two when it comes to something so intimate. You can't just force her into it. She has to be comfortable too with it. From what I noticed about Sara, she's pretty self-conscious..."
"Tell me about it." Emy cuts me off.
"Ya, so you have to make her feel good about her body or herself or what she's doing first then go too extreme like that. Start of with making her comfortable in sex not in the dark. Like walk naked around her, even if you already did, keep doing it, let her know there's nothing wrong with it. Talk about your insecurities about your body, let her know it's okay to have them and to share them and to love them. Then take baby steps until she's not afraid to expose herself to you completely. Then sex will come naturally afterward." In my head, in my mind, in my heart, and in everything in me, I'm cursing myself and my being for helping my friend to sleep with her girlfriend, whom I wanna sleep with. But I can't do anything about it. I can't just tell her to fuck off when she's nice and she needs help. Plus, maybe this help will actually help open Sara a little bit more and then Sara will accept swaying back and forth between her and I.
"I guess you're right." She nods and drinks more of her coffee. "Thank you." I nod in return and serve another customer. "So what are you going to do about Lindsey and Theresa not leaving you alone?" She's fiddling with the necklace around her neck now. I was literally chased by these two women yesterday when I was out to get some things. I told Emy only, I didn't tell Sara. Emy told me they have some sort of competition who will sleep with me first. How sick is that. I told her I'll do something about it.
"I have a plan." Which I'm not sure if it will work or not. "But I won't tell you about it. You'll know it on your own." I wink at her for the second time this day, she blushes for the second time this day. I'm starting to believe it's easier to sleep with Emy than it is with Sara.
I return back to the dorm and quickly up to my room. Sara's body greets me as I open the door. She's sitting on the chair facing her desk, she has a hand behind her back and one rubbing her brow. I lock the door and throw my snapback on my bed. "Hot mocha for the one who seems grumpy." I hold what I've gotten her in front of her tightly-shut eyes, waiting for her to open them.
She opens up her eyes and looks at me, she doesn't take what's in my hand. She winces then pushes me back gently. "I smell, don't come near me." She whispers, but I smell nothing too funny. "Do you have any painkillers? I'm dying." She winces again and sits back, her eyes shut tightly and open up again, a tear rolls out of them.
"Ya, wait a minute." I go to my nightstand and grab the Advil I usually take for my cramps. I grab her a glass of water and give her a pill, she swallows it and gives me the glass back. "Period cramps?" She shakes her head and wipes her eyes.
"I've been cleaning the room for the past five hours, my back is killing me." I look around me and shrug, I don't notice any change. "When I was sixteen, I fell in the shower, since then my back had been very fucked up. I had to get physical therapy to be able to walk normally again. I forgot all about it and now I'm dying, basically." She huffs and grabs the mocha I've gotten her. She gulps too much that I'm afraid she'll choke on it.
"The room's clean. Why'd you clean it?" I sit on the floor, facing her, I begin to unwrap the carrot cake I've gotten for us and look at her. Now I can smell what she's talking about, and I feel so tempted to tease her with her own words about hygiene and shit.
"Emy doesn't clean well. I don't trust anybody cleaning. The room needed air and everything needed to be changed. I changed your sheets and pillowcase. I did your laundry as well. Cleaned the bathroom and everything else. Now I need cleaning, but I can't get up." I offer the cake first and she's too careful to take just a small part of it using her thumb and index in order not to drop any crumbs on the ground. I take the box back and do the same, not wanting her to be upset with me murdering her efforts of cleaning.
"You did my nasty laundry?" I chew and talk. She makes the same disgusted face and disturbed reaction whenever I'm eating something. Am I that much of an ugly eater?
"Yes, and I'm glad you know how nasty it is." She rolls her eyes. "Just a little of an advice, don't throw your bloody underwear all over your other laundry and stain everything with it. Blood doesn't come off easily, especially when it's dry, that's very disgusting." I look down at the cake. This is the most embarrassing thing that has so far happened to me. "I don't mean to embarrass you, Tegan." She sighs. "I'm just giving you an advice." She says and I nod. I look up at her and she smiles at me. I am blushing, but mostly it's because she's seen something so private out of my clothing that nobody had ever seen, and it feels kind of strange, but it feels domestic, I feel closer to her by this, and I feel like we're bonding in new ways.
"Well, thank you." I nod and give her more cake. She nods too and gives me her mocha. I take it and drink from it. "You look pretty when sweaty." I wink at her and the redness sways away from me and jumps on her face.
"I feel like the closer I get to you I'm less disgusted by everything around me." She takes back the mocha cup that I have just drunk from and sips from the same place my lips were on. "See?" She sips again. "I can't believe I like doing that. It's like..."
"Indirectly kissing me." I grin at her, she giggles sheepishly and I know that's what she meant. She wants to kiss me. Sara wants to kiss me. I'm getting there.
"Like today I didn't really get disgusted. I mean, just a little bit, but like, it felt like...I don't know, like it's my own dirty laundry I was taking care of. It's weird. I feel like Emy would hate me because of it." She's handing me back the cup, but my hand is above hers while we're holding the object, and my thumb is rubbing her hand.
"I think we know by now what we're feeling towards each other, so it's not weird. Plus, I'm pretty sure Emy wants to fuck me as much as you do." Her foot kicks my knee and I giggle.
"You don't change." She says in a playful way and gets up. "Stay right here. I have something for you. I'll take a quick shower." Before I can add more words to tease her, she looks back at me. "And no, you can't join me." She closes the door and I sigh. I fucking like her.
While she's showering, I make myself useful and make us both grilled cheese and salad since she loves salad so much. I change my clothes and get comfortable in my pajamas. I try to find something interesting for both of us on the television but I end up watching cartoons and laughing at silly moments.
Sara is still holding her back when she leaves the bathroom. I look back at her from my place on the sofa and I smile really big when I see her eyebrows raised as she notices what I'm watching. Somehow she still can't get used to the fact that I'm an animation lover despite my age and mentality.
"Come here for a little sec." Sara orders me. I obey without much thought because it's Sara fucking Smith. I look at her and she giggles, I don't know why, but I smell evil more than the sweat I have smelled on her before. She removes her duvet and I see a giant stuffed spongebob pillow that my eyes widen at seeing. I don't know how the fuck I didn't even pay much thought to what was under there, I just thought it's her clothes or something, but it's a cute spongebob pillow, and it has arms and legs. "You like it? It's for you." She picks it up and hands it to me. Oh my god, I probably look like a fucking child, but I don't care, I hug the pillow, slash stuffed toy, and smile with gums and teeth at her. "It's me thanking you for taking care of me when I was sick and a little something for your birthday."
"I wanna kiss you right now so fucking much." She giggles again and tilts her head. Her adorable hair falls to the side and almost covers her eyes, it rests on her shoulder and I sigh as I get lost in her eyes. But then mine pop up and I remember what I have actually bought her as a joke and a present yesterday. "Wait, oh my god." She's already confused. I put the stuffed toy on her bed and walk to my backpack. I take out the toy that I bought her and walk towards her again, smiling so big as I hand her the white box. "I got you a toy as well."
She opens the box hurriedly and turns crimson quickly. I smile at her and she's staring at me with disbelief. "What the fuck?"
"It's a vibrator." She obviously knows and I feel so dumb. "See? We both got each others sex toys." I wink at her, already reaching for the poor spongebob and squeezing it between my legs. I feel like her eyes are going to bulge out of her face and it's so fucking funny. "I'll sure make use of mine. Already doing. I hope you'll make use of yours."
"Asshole." She yells at me and pushes me roughly. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" She drops the pink and white toy on her bed and sits there, angry and glowering.
I throw the yellow stuffed toy on my bed and sit beside her. "I'm sorry." I whisper. She doesn't answer, she starts crying. What did I do now? God, she's always so sensitive. "I was joking with you. I'm just kidding. I just..." I don't know what to say, I don't know why she's crying.
"You'll never stop making fun of me riding that thing." Oh, so that's what's it about. Think Tegan, think. How can you embarrass yourself in front of her?
"Sara, I can just strip naked and do it in front of you if it's making you feel so ashamed." Why the fuck did I offer that? What if she says go ahead and do it?
"You always make me cry. I hate you." She wipes her tears but more fall down her cheeks.
"No, you don't hate me." She sniffles and shakes her head. "I'm sorry about that as well." I point to the sex toy. I bought it yesterday after I received the money my dad sent me. I hid it in my backpack to give it to Sara. It's my first purchase of a sex toy and I wanted it to be for someone special, and that someone is Sara. I didn't think anything of it, but now I'm kinda regretting it. I don't really know if she ever experienced the hitachi magic wand, but I remember the first time this woman used it on me when I was fifteen, it was heaven on earth, since then it's been my favourite, even more than the dildo, and I just want Sara to try it instead of the teddy bear. Speaking of that teddy bear, Sara has thrown it away apparently, it's nowhere to find after that day.
"What gave you the idea to get that? Sometimes I feel like you don't think before you take actions, just like me not thinking before speaking." That's actually true. I never think much before taking an action, which is why I don't regret much.
"I don't know. I went into the sex store and I was too overwhelmed, okay? Like I wanted to get you something and I imagined you using that. It's fun and it's a safe choice." I shrug.
"I've never used a vibrator before." She confesses, looking at me. She reaches for the toy and takes it in her hand. "How do you use that?" She looks at it and inspects the buzzy head.
I smile and get closer to her. "You just plug it in, turn it on, and put this thing over your clit." She turns bright fucking red when I say the last word. She bites her lower lip and nods with a smile. "Want me to show you?" Her expression changes and she pushes me away, shaking her head.
"Thank you." She whispers, putting it back in its box. "I might make use of it." Her foot is on my lap, she's pushing me away and out of her bed, looking at me with hooded lids, and I know, and I can tell how horny she is because that fucking beating in my parts isn't triggered out of nothing. It's that look again, that sexy look that's driving me crazy. I put my hand on her foot and pull her towards me. She sits on her elbows and giggles, pushing my chest with her foot.
"You sly thing." She giggles again, and even though her eyes are teary, she's nowhere near crying again. I take a hold of her moving foot and kiss her ankle. She giggles one more time so I kiss again and again, going up. She throws her head back when I'm rubbing the whole length of her legs till I reach her thighs.
"I think we should go eat." I pinch her thigh and try to sneak my way in the slit of her pajama shorts. I can already see her underwear peeking from there. I can't take it anymore. My underwear is a pool of fluids, my nipples are aching and hard, my mind is focused on thing, and I bet she's suffering like me. But then she pushes me, she pushes me harshly and I almost fall. She giggles and grabs my hand so I don't fall. "Oops." She wickedly says. "That's enough." She says more sternly. What a fucking bitch, she's getting me where she wants, fucking evil witch. "No touching, no cheating. Didn't we say that?" She raises her eyebrows at me and I nod like a drugged idiot. I'm probably drugged. She probably had cast a spell on me, maybe she is a wizard or something.
We end up eating in half silence and I know the change in attitude means many thoughts are dancing in her mind. I'm sure of it more when she doesn't let me sleep next to her. Something about not crossing the boundaries. I know she's thinking of Emy and is doubting everything. Everytime we touch we get closer, and her motto is no touching no cheating. If I can just find a way that we won't touch but we'll do what I have in mind that would be great. But let's be real, I just wanna touch her more than anything.
I'm going to skip to the most important part or parts in the following day. Giving a promise to two thirsty woman at the same time approximately is something I haven't done, but today I have managed to do it so well. My plan is simple, I want to ruin the friendship of these two people. Emy knows half of it, she just doesn't know the exact details. Emy helped me arrange a time to go to Lindsey's room at 6. Then I flirted my way through Theresa's heart and promised her we'd meet up in her room at 6:30.
My shift is exactly over at six, which means I'll be late for Lindsey, that will piss her off, and that's what I want.
I go back to my dorm room first, Sara is nowhere in sight, which is strange. I change my clothes quickly and head up to Lindsey's room. As soon as I knock, she opens the door, and before I had a time to absorb my surroundings, her saliva is all over my lips and inside my mouth and splotching my cheeks. I push her off, a little bit too roughly to get her away from me.
"Whoa, calm down little nugget." I push her towards a bed, hoping it's her. My eyes are trying to scan the room, it's not bad, but not as neat and tidy as Sara and I's.
"Little nugget?" She chuckles and pushes me off. I see how it is, I see how she wants it. "Listen, sweetie..."
"No, you listen." I push her again and this time she falls on that mattress. I try to accentuate the rasp in my octave as I hover over her, pinning her down by having my palm pressed over her chest. "I have no time for playful shit, kay? You can come quickly or I go away?" She tries to fight back, she tries to push me away, but I'm much stronger than her, she can't really do anything about it.
"I didn't think you're like that." She whispers, giving up. "It's really fucking hot." I lift one eyebrow, already cupping one breast. "Yes." She gives me her consent. "Do me." With a smirk, I lean down and take the skin of her neck between my lips.
Lindsey's so submissive and easy to control in bed, but she's taking too much time to come, I know Theresa is fuming in her room, and that's exactly what I want from her. "You should come because this girl is waiting for me, you know." I'm holding her wrist roughly to ban her from trying to undress me every now and then. My other hand is working on her orgasm.
"What girl? I'm not gonna fuck you?" I lower my head to her cunt to hurry the process. I flick my tongue all over her clit as my two digits curl inside her. "Fuck." She hisses when I suck on the engorged button and quicken my thrusts.
When she's finished, she tries again to make me lie on that bed but I push her away with my words this time. "Theresa's waiting in her room. Be a good girl and let me go." I wink at her and she pauses, taking a step back. I run quickly to the door and leave her there, bewildered and confused.
I run towards Theresa's room before Lindsey comprehends what's happening and chases after me. Again, with one knock I'm allowed entry, and with the adrenaline rush I have, it doesn't take me much to push Theresa on a black bean bag chair.
"What took you so long? I thought you'd never come." I look up at her and she nods, so I rid her off her jeans and underwear all at once.
"I was with Lindsey, your friend?" I lower my head on her crotch and my tongue runs its length between her slit before she could say anything.
I almost feared my plan didn't work so well when she started moaning instead of saying anything, but then she pushed my head away and looked at me with confusion clouding her face. I have to admit, she's a babe, Lindsey's too, but their attitude and the story Emy told me made me see them in a very different way. It's funny how when someone is so attractive says or does something seriously ill-mannered your whole perspective of them changes.
"With Lindsey? What were you doing?" I smile to myself as relief washes over me.
"Her is what I was doing." I wink at her and lower my face again, but then I'm pushed even more harshly and fall on my back.
"What the fuck? Are you fucking kidding me? You can't do that."
"Last time I checked we're not dating." I get up and watch her tall figure standing there like a brick, she's already zipping up her jeans when I stand up to face her. "I can do whatever and whoever I want."
"She's my fucking friend." Plan is working well. "I fucking told her I want you." She's mostly rambling to herself.
"Sure didn't seem like it when she was chanting my name a few minutes ago." I shrug. "Well too bad, your pussy tastes good." I wink at her, opening the door. I imagined that's how it's going to be, I imagined it would calm down and then the next day we'll hear about the rivalry, but I certainly didn't imagine finding Lindsey waiting outside, and didn't imagine the cat fight that happened in the hallway. This is much better than what I've imagined, and this is exactly what I wanted.
I left them both fighting over me and I went down to my dorm. I'm sweaty, my face is heated, and I'm horny to the degree of insanity. Having to please someone and make them come without getting there yourself too is hard work. I just need to touch myself at the moment. My pussy is throbbing for any type of release. I need it more than ever since I've come here.
I find Sara lying on her bed, well half her body is, her legs are swaying and her feet are touching the ground. I walk there and try to even out my breaths. She sits up and looks at me. I look at her and notice her damp fringe and her flushed complexion. "Guess what?" I look at her swaying socked-feet, then up at her face, her smile is swaying me more and building up my orgasm without having to touch myself. "I just had sex." She fuels my anger the way she wants it and it works so damn well because I can feel my whole face on fire. "It was really fucking good." She sighs in content and giggles as my jaw clenches and I take a hold of her own chair. "Did you have sex, Tegan?" Did Emy fill her in on the plan? No, it can't be. Why does she seem so cunning right now? Why does it seem like she has a rope wrapped around my neck and is dragging me where she wants me? "You look really tensed up. Help yourself." She directs me and I'm lost for a second, then she looks down at my lower body and I look down as well, noticing that my hand is subtly pressing on my clothed clit in her presence.
"You do it too." Now I see where she's going, and now I can understand the concept of no touching, no cheating. My hand is already unzipping my light blue jeans.
She tsks at me and shakes her head, in a manner that is playful, childish, and adorable. "I've already done it, it's your turn now." She pauses and her eyes focus on my hand going inside my pants and hurriedly inside my underwear. She can't see anything, but she can make out the shape of my palm cupping my mound as the wetness covers every bit of dry skin. "Show me your orgasm face." She says, coldly, gravely, and tauntingly...all at the same fucking time.
I hiss and shudder as I drag my digits between my moist slit and stop at the very engorged button crying with sogginess for a touch. I give my most precious part of my body the satisfaction it's crying for and begin circling it with my index and middle finger in clockwise movement. I open my eyes and watch Sara watching me, but I also notice one hand cupping her breast, and the other on her thigh. I know I'm breaking her by the minute, but I also know the kind of irritating willpower that she owns, and even though she was dying, I know she won't cave in. But it doesn't bother me any longer because my main focus at the moment is on the release my body is shrieking for.
I cup my breast in solidarity with Sara, and we both let out a sound that's like laughter but really, it's just a whiny moan, nothing more. I don't press much because my nipple is already hard and hurting because of the piercing, but she squeezes hers and sighs as I start to pump in two of my digits hard and fast enough for her to see and understand what's going on so well. "My pussy loves you." I start talking dirty to get her going and get myself going as well. I know she won't be the one doing that, so I do it instead. I'm not sure if it makes her blush or not because her face is already flooded with red, but she giggles and that's what gives her shyness away. "It's so fucking wet and it keeps getting wetter. Ugh." I moan because it seems like I'm teasing myself with my words and not her.
"When is it gonna come?" She finally lets out a sound and I look at her again, she's licking her lip and giving me that dirty eye that's driving me to the edge.
"Help me come, please." I whine, squeezing my eyes shut when I hit the right spot inside. I massage my walls and my thumb help me by massaging my clit. My legs are cramping and my muscles are sore. I'm either going to fall or going to come so hard and then fall. When I feel the tightness in my lower stomach I start thrusting hard once again. I take a good grip on the chair as I feel it coming.
"You don't need my help from what I can see." I open my eyes again and I feel a tear swimming beneath my eyelid. My mouth is in a round shape as I focus on Sara's tired eyes and Sara's hand pinching her thigh. Her legs are tightly closed and her other palm had already made a home for her boob.
I start thrusting my hips like an idiot as I begin to ride my orgasm. I can't control my movements or my breaths or whatever weird sounds I'm probably making. The high takes me away from reality for some seconds and brings me back to life when I hit the floor as I lose my balance. She gets up and stands near my resting body. Her legs are on both sides of my stomach as I'm lying under her. She giggles while looking at my state and my hand still down there inside my pants.
"Good girl. Now we're even." She giggles again and I look at her with wide eyes. "No touching..."
"No cheating." I finish her sentence and sigh as I try to realize what's happening around me. I only understand one thing of this whole mystery that is us, and that is, Sara Smith is wearing me like a ring on her finger.