The rain was light tonight, the clock was saying 1:00 am but it felt like 5:00 pm. I had no clue why. I was overpowered with tremendous energy tonight. Cleaning the entire house, and organized my bedroom and the dry foods in the cabinet. Now, I was sweeping the kitchen and getting ready to mop. No matter the situation, I always have to listen to music. You can not see me doing anything without listening to music. My earphones are attached to me.
I was waiting for my mom. She was out with her friends again. Another party for the sixth time this week. Let's say she's an extrovert. In layman's terms, she's a drinker. For the 20 years, I've known her since that's all she was. She doesn't drink at home often, however. She said it's because she's not an alcoholic, though if you're partying every night getting blackout drunk. It means you are an alcoholic Sarah.
"Mary is the girl that I wanna kiss, She's got big red eyes and big red lips, She's got big sharp teeth and big fat hips."
I heard my voice and my song echoed throughout the hollow house. As I was crouched down pushing the dirt into the pan. I liked girls. I've never told anyone that until now. I wasn't that type of girl you know? I was on the cheer team, I almost became valedictorian if it wasn't for my average score on my math SAT, and I got a scholarship to NYU in the fall. I'm a writing major. I want to become a writer. Create my own realities and people. Choosing their fate. Getting lost in another world that is far different from my own. Anywhere is perfect than here.
"Honey, sugar plum! I'm home!!" My mother stumbled into the doorframe almost hitting the floor without the help of her other drunken disorderly friends carrying her to the couch. "We had so much fucking fun tonight! I danced on a table, Addy! Can you believe it!!" She slurred swaying her head in all sorts of directions. "Oh? Well, you're going to sleep good tonight then." I had to be careful about what I said around her. She was a very moody drunk. One minute she's squeezing my cheeks saying how adorable I am, to all of our good china pierced into the wall behind me trying to hit me.
I walked over to the couch, prompting a pillow underneath her head. Her friends were a rowdy bunch, screaming obscenities. Still clasping onto their drinks they swiped from the bar. "Your momma didn't tell you either she lap danced a server boy!" My mom's coworker exclaimed showing me what my mom did to that poor boy to her other friend. Gyrating her ass against her other coworker who I was getting the impression she didn't mind by the way she giggled to herself. They all continuously cackled to themselves reminiscing about their night. Making me never want to drink with them. Ever.
"Stop scaring the poor girl ladies. I think we overstayed our welcome." My mom's best friend and our neighbour Elizabeth shut the door behind her. She was quite a sight to see. Her short wavy hair was blonde now, it made her olive skin sparkle. She didn't have any kids like the rest. Her figure was slim yet had amazing light curves. Elizabeth's torso shape was a soft hourglass, hugging the velour red pantsuit around her lovely body. It didn't help her plunging neckline came above her belly button exposing her flawless diamond skin. The dark merlot belt around her hips was at the end of her neckline carving out her waist. Her exposed cleavage was noticeable but still held an element of class. Not like these other chicks around her, who'd whip out their tits if you asked. The only thing taking your eyes from venturing any lower was her dainty diamond necklace with a single red diamond on the end of the chain.
Her black platform heels were hidden underneath the long pantsuit peering out every graceful step she took. We were almost the same height. Though, she just had to be an inch taller than me. Her soft rose lips were painted with a dusty rose gloss. Her eyeshadow was a shade lighter than her pantsuit, it surrounded her entire eyelid smoking it all out in one coherent shade. The smoky effect made her green eyes pop even more. Especially more so since her gaze was directed at me. Oh shit! Look away!
"Well, well. You look like you were a very busy body huh Addy?" She stood in front of me tall. Her posture was amazing, and mine was somewhat getting better. Her expression was almost playful looking down at me. I felt embarrassed standing in front of Elizabeth in the ratty clothes I always wear to clean.
"Oh yes..um..I-I always stay up and wait for mom. I make sure she always gets home safe." I was stumbling over my tongue. Elizabeth was the only one to make me act this way. Like a force over me. "She should be so proud to have such a thoughtful daughter like yourself." Her hand extended out to me grazing my bicep. Her palm was warm. It warmed your entire body, being touched by her soft skin. Once her hand drifted away from you it felt as though she was still there. You could say I have a crush on Elizabeth Olsen. I've known her since I was 15 when she moved in next door. She and my mom were friends in college, they met before she had me of course. Though, they have driven apart because of different career paths. My mom worked as a paralegal for our hometown company of lawyers. As Elizabeth made it big, becoming a CEO of a major network company in Manhattan. Our small town was right outside New York.
"Thank you very much, Ms. Olsen. That means a lot to me." My fingers fumbled trying to remain calm while holding the dry mop head. My cheeks felt hot trying to stay calm to maintain eye contact with her. Her eyes closed beginning a deep laugh. Her soft unblemished hand touched her collarbone resting her fingertips gently on the bone.
"Not a lot will make you blush huh? And call me Lizzie. I think you're old enough now to do that." Elizabeth stepped another inch closer to me. Not drawing any attention to herself in our surroundings. She smelt like booze-filled cherries. A sweet musk. A contradiction I know but, she truly did. She smelt masculine and feminine.
I giggled quietly covering my mouth to hide my wavy teeth. Back when I was young, mom couldn't afford to fix my overcrowding. So now I'm burdened with the fact I'll never have straight, pearly-white teeth like Lizzie. My teeth were clean, yes, but we're human. Sometimes my ADHD made me forgetful.
"I'm not blushing Lizzie! Just had a lot of things going on. It's very warm in here." I pressed the back of my hand against my forehead, pretending to wipe the sweat off my brow noticing I was sweaty. My body pivoted around noticing the bucket in the sink was overfilled with soapy water. My senses completely forgot the task I was finishing when they initially came in. I almost blew up, I went to scurry over to the soap mess cursing under my breath. Which I do too much lately. Elizabeth laughed again following after me. Her shoulder connected to mine, becoming deaf with the sound of her heels against the floor. She turned off the faucet extending a dish towel to me.
"Sweet girl, I've known you since you were 15 years old. I can tell when I have you wrapped around my little finger." Lizzie's breath was hot on my ear. Her perfume was intoxicating, mixed with the liquor she drank lingering from her mouth. My mom and her friends didn't know about our disappearance from the living room. Frankly, if I was rebellious, my mother wouldn't have noticed me gone anyway. But unfortunately, I was never that type. I wish I was. I wish I was a little more dangerous. It just doesn't look fun from this side. The side of always holding my mom's hair in the toilet bowl. Or the side of pacing back and forth looking out the windows for her in the middle of the night. No daughter, no. No child should be an adult to their parent.
"Haha, you think you're funny huh?" My ratty shirt was too big for me. It was my dad's, I leaned on the kitchen sink letting the collar of the shirt fall to my shoulder. That enticed Lizzie. Her eyebrows perked up. Eyes looked down to my fuzzy socks and back up to my exposed shoulder.
"I'd like to think so, but you know Miss Addy. You're a hell of a lot funnier than me. So, tell me. Are you excited to go to university in the fall?" She rolled her velour sleeves up grabbing hold of the other side of the mop bucket and helping you dump some water out.
"Yes, I'm quite excited to start uni! Yet nervous, but hey, I guess everyone is when starting something new." You grabbed hold of the bucket throwing it to the ground, plunging the mop letting it soak. You didn't want to start cleaning while everyone was still here. Even though it would've been a good excuse for them to get the hell out. You noticed Lizzie stood stationary at the sink gripping the countertop with a tight grasp. She pushed her chest out leaning over the island while keeping her posture and head up straight.
"I wouldn't blame you, Addy. I too was quite nervous about starting university. That was until I met your mother and other people I've been friends with for a long time. You'll love it! You get to make so many new friends. Are any of your friends tagging along with you to NYU?" Her finger dragged along the granite countertop making a small squeak sound. "No, not really, after my junior year they all kinda dropped like flies. So I'm sorta going alone." That wasn't the real reason. The real reason all of my friends stopped hanging out with me was because they knew my secret. They knew I wasn't straight. Lizzie's brows furrowed softly tilting her head. "All alone? Not fully miss Addy. You're never alone." Lizzie made her way in front of me searching for my hand that rested against my thigh. Without breaking eye contact she found my pinky clutching on with her warm fingers. "I'm always here if you need me. You know where to find me, Addy Raye." Her other hand pointed out to the window above the oven, at her place.
"Thank you, Ms. Olsen." My chest felt heavy with every breath I took, the weight was becoming more apparent. My stomach was hollow, with a sensation of something moving around playing a game of pinball up to my ribs. Are these butterflies? Am I getting butterflies for Elizabeth? Really? Wow, she's right. I am wrapped on her finger. Like a stupid puppy.
Her hand dragged down my pinky tracing her thumb down to my nail letting go. She giggled under her breath shielding her mouth was her hand. Her laugh was perfect even. Her laughs were higher than her natural low vocal tone as her chest perked out simultaneously. "Anytime cutie-pie. Again, call me Lizzie. I don't think you need to be formal with me any longer." Lizzie whipped her short champagne hair away from her cheek showing off her unpierced ear. I have a lot of piercings. I got them after high school. I thought it would be a new freedom. Lizzie was the first person to show them off. My mother didn't care, it was my money. I had one on either side of my nose and my septum, I had 8 in each ear. 8 rings going up from my lobe and my belly button. Plus 2 secret piercings Lizzie or my mom doesn't know about. God, I wish I can show Lizzie where.
"Oh..right! I'm sorry. It's hard to break that habit." My hand landed on my head running my hand through my black pixie cut. It was still new because where they took the razor it felt like peach fuzz still. "It's okay. I'll let it go, this time. Next time. Not so much." She smirked taking a few steps away from me heading for the living room. "Ladies come on it's 2 am. We better get all of you home. We all have overstayed our welcome. Goodnight Sarah!" She grasped her purse from the table beside the door herding all the disorderly women out of our house. Before stepping out she turned her back once more locking her pale green eyes with mine. "Goodnight Miss Addy."
"Goodnight Lizzie!" I uncontrollably waved like an idiot. Or so I felt like one. Her figure turned dark walking out shutting the door behind her. The hollow feeling came back but it wasn't a good feeling this time. Something left with her. I want it back. I want her back in here with me. Just her and I. No one else.
I gawked over onto the couch where my mom was a drunk messy covered in sweat and runny makeup. Her fake lashes her not where they were supposed to be as she passed out into a deep sleep. Oh well, I'm leaving you there. I dried the soaked mophead beginning to mop the front door to the living room and finishing off in the kitchen. I made my way to the island in the middle of the kitchen where the sink resided, it caught me off guard. The smell. Boozey cherries again. It was Lizzie. "Fuck Addy-..." I sighed exhaling out. I couldn't get enough of her. She was so sweet hell, she was so hot. It was a classic trope. The dyke is in love with her next-door neighbour. It's a cliche.
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I was done cleaning for the night. Finally. It was 3 am now, which meant both me and mother will be sleeping in. As usual, but, it was summer break and I don't start my new job until Thursday. I stripped out of my gross cleaning clothes into a white tank top with no pants. My room was weirdly built. The ceiling goes into an angle on one side not giving me much wall space. The only way my bed sat coherently was beside the window horizontally. It stood on a bed frame but I had no headboard. Beside my bed, lay the numerous amounts of books stacked beside the wall. It would have been too big for the room. My room was covered in tapestries and leaves. Cute little fairy lights strung up around my ceiling never turned off. I slept with them on. I always had a candle or sensy going to hide the smell of mom smoking cigarettes in the rest of the house. I wanted to make my room my safe space. It was my safe space. My phone connected to my tiny speaker on the windowsill, I didn't have any curtains. No one can see me on the second level. My window was off too, it wasn't high up. It was low, my mattress was right below the border of the window itself. I didn't care, the only person who can probably see me was Elizabeth. Her bathroom window was positioned the same as my window. All her lights were off. I couldn't tell if it was the light from my room or the moonlight, all I could see is the pearl white of her freestanding bathtub.
I couldn't get Lizzie out of my head. The way she acted, the way she walked. Moving so confidently. Her body was immaculate. I wish I was alone with Lizzie; just one night. I'd love to push her red pantsuit off her shoulders to touch her bare skin. I bet she's warm. Just her and I wrapped in each other, her perfume filling the room. I laid myself into my bed with my sheets shifting around my kneecaps. I couldn't stop thinking about the things I do to her. What I would let Elizabeth do to me. I'd let her do anything to me. I didn't realize my hand had sunk under my pink panties gently circling my clit. I was becoming wet fast. The fabric of my panties was sticking to my core creating a spot on the cotton. The hollow feeling in my stomach was rushing out of my body. My middle finger dove deeper running through my folds vertically. I touched myself regularly though, tonight. This is the first time I've touched myself thinking about Elizabeth. I'd usually watch porn to get myself off. But tonight I didn't need any help. It felt different too. It didn't feel rushed or wrong. It was soft and strong. My sensitivity was boosted to 100. My breathing was erratic, I couldn't handle my breathing. I tried to stay quiet though it was not that easy once I stuck my finger into my center. I shut my eyes lifting my head back. I rode my finger. Imagine it isn't my finger, it's hers. It's Lizzies. Her voice rang throughout my mind.
"Miss Addy..."
"All alone?.."
"I can tell when I have you wrapped around my little finger..."
"Awe fuck!-..." My jaw clenched sucking air through my teeth. A deep moan let out of my lungs. My mind was racing. My thumb lay on my clit with my middle finger still inside me. It twitched uncontrollably. My thumb had a mind of its own. In my dim room, I picture Lizzie on top of me, letting me ride her fingers. Her smile was wide, her laugh was how she always laughed. Her messy blonde hair hovered above me around her face. Her skin was glowing. Thinking about her was way better than watching porn. Far better. The wind blew in from the window. My head turned to the right watching the trees across the street blow friskily. My eyes went to Lizzie's bathroom again before they returned to staring at the tapestries on my ceiling. I sensed I was cumming. It felt like I was on a cliff ready to fall off. I remained thinking about Lizzie, now, thinking about her head between my thighs. My butt shifted prompting myself sitting up. My elbow held me up behind my back. "Aw...Lizzie..." I softly moaned out thinking someone was in the room. Even though no one was there. I wish there was. I wish Lizzie was touching me. Making me cum. She'd probably do better than me. The thought of her soft skin made me go over the edge. I came rather hard. I've never came without help. It felt amazing that I didn't need my phone to do everything for me. I slipped my finger out of my rubbing my folds riding my high out.
I saw something move in Lizzie's bathroom. I thought maybe it was a curtain or toilet paper moving from the wind.
Wait..wait..what? My dream came true. Scared me, but it came true. Someone is watching.
In the dark of the bathroom, Elizabeth sat sitting hunched over on the ledge of the bathtub. Her elbows rested on her thighs. Her one hand was holding her jaw, her other hand was in front of her mouth. Her thumb glided on her bottom lip. I couldn't tell if it was Lizzie for sure. I guessed just by the fact that no one else lives with her. I could tell also in the shadow was the outline of her short hair. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! How long was she watching me? Did she hear me say her name? Fuck! What do I do?
My body froze. My eyes were still locked on her. I quickly flipped over onto my side pretending to fall asleep. I tried to discreetly pull my blankets up above my shoulders. "Just go to sleep. It's not real. That wasn't her. It was just a shadow." I whispered trying to calm myself down. It didn't help. I was tried, but I was startled at the same time. I was drifting off to sleep clearing out my mind of the thought that Lizzie was watching me touching myself. It was quiet, the only sound I heard was the rain starting to fall and my soft music playing quitely. I heard rustling thinking maybe it was mom getting up going to bed.
My brain was just about the shut off until I heard a quiet laugh behind me. With the sound of the window being shut.
Shit!