Chapter 2: Life is…Confusing
I hear my name. Someone is shouting it, repeatedly. It's confusing. Everything is confusing. Though my eyes are closed, I feel the world is spinning around me. Up is down, left is right. I feel myself spilling my guts out before I fall back into a black hole.
I hurt Katie. I hurt Steph. I hurt Mom. I disappointed Dad. Fuck, let's hope I don't meet him on the other side or else I have to live…or be death in eternity with shame. Was it a mistake to pull the plug? What will Max think of me…if she even cares?
Fuckdammit, I'm so sorry! I fucked up again! I was selfish. I don't wanna die!
A mixture of noises starts to surround me, getting louder and louder with every second. Almost deafening. I wanna scream! I wanna run away! I wanna jump up! And this is what I do.
Gasping loudly, I wake up with a start, only to slump back onto the pillow. Everything is still a blur and out of order. Yet, slowly, everything shapes together. And…yup, I'm in a hospital room…again.
Fuck, I should make a subscription here, maybe they'll gimme some bonus for the third time stay or so.
"Chloe," someone calls and I recognize that voice right away. Steph! And I don't even have to look at her to know that I'm into deep-shit trouble, which is confirmed right away as she starts to yell at me while using my arm as a punching bag. "YOU STUPID, MOTHERFUCKING BITCH! You…you selfish asshole!"
With every shouted word, her voice and hits are getting weaker, until she buries her face in my chest and cries, while embracing me tightly.
I don't know what hurts more, my arm, my ears or my heart. But I think it's my heart. Damn, I feel so guilty and ashamed. Trying to comfort my girl, I fling my arms around her, but instead of enjoying it, Steph backs away.
"Why?" she asks and brings some more distance between us. "Why the fuck did you do this?! Why?!" I look away, shedding some tears myself. "Am I such a shitty girlfriend?"
I shake my head. Oh Steph, I'm so sorry!
"Have I EVER given you the feeling of not being loved or being badly treated, huh?!"
"No," I whimper and feel even worse. I hurt her so badly and expect her to leave in merely a second, but instead…Steph hugs me again, this time even tighter than before and this moment I'm allowed to return the affection.
"I love you, you stupid ass! Please don't ever do this again!"
Her words warm my heart and I feel embarrassed once again. Ugh, I've been so stupid! Instead of trying to ghost myself, I should've talked to Steph. Should've told her what happened.
"I'm so sorry!" I whisper into my awesome girlfriend's ear, pressing her even closer and hope she will forgive me my stupidity.
A few days later…
As it turned out, trying to kill yourself is rewarded with a stay in the loony bin. Yay!
Okay, cards on the table: it sucks hard! Psychotherapy, group-talks, restricted visits and drugs. The crazy people are at least funny in their way, but the doctors and nurses…? Fuck, it seems like having a stick up your ass is part of the job description. Don't do this, don't do that…UGH! And on top of that: you're always treated like a fucking psycho!
But besides of that, I'm doing okay. Steph visits me every day, telling those asshats that she's my sister, 'cause only relatives are allowed to come here regularly. Mom isn't mad yet disappointed in me. Colonel Cocksucker is still Colonel Cocksucker. And Kate…well, I haven't heard of Katie since she ran away from me. It kinda sucks, but she probably doesn't even know what I did or if she knows, then I'm a freakin' sinner anyway. I think it's safe to say that I'll see her never again and that kinda breaks my heart.
But I need to think positive! Steph still loves me and that's what counts! Sadly, she can't come by so soon today, because she has a lotta homework to do. But it's okay, y'know. She has her own life and I accept that. Plus, that I'm not that needy…aaaand we aren't allowed to fuck in here anyway…sadly…again. Ugh, life is full of disappointments.
In order to keep myself busy, Mom bought an old Laptop for me. It's not the fastest, but it does its job. I'm more into listening to music and watching films than playing triple-A videogames, anyway.
I had just finished watching a random action-flick as it suddenly knocks on the door. My first suggestion who it might be is Steph, the second, my mom and the third, Kate. But fate's a sneaky bitch, so it entirely fucks me over as the door opens and a brunette gal with chin-long hair, blue doe-eyes and freckles all over her cute face stands on the step, gazing at me with a shy demeanor.
"M-Max?!" I gasp quietly as my jaw drops and my eyes are starting to leak. Max, however, doesn't say anything and the reason gets obvious as her lips start to tremble and first tears are rolling down her face. Immediately, she runs towards me and literally collapses on my chest as she whimpers my name.
We both are crying. We both are hugging the shit out of each other. We both are happy. We both are sad.
Then I see Steph, standing in the door frame, wiping away a mushy tear and I know one thing…
Life just got even more complicated.
I don't know what to feel, everything is just confusing again. For over half an hour I'm holding Max in my arms, never wanna let go of her again, yet I feel the need to rage on her for the radio silence. Ugh, everything's just a big pile of messed up shit! But I need to know! I need to know why she bailed on me.
"Why did you go silent on me?"
The question hovers in the room, increasing the air pressure and turning everything mute. I realize how Max as well as Steph tense up. But while my girl simply remains in her seat beside the bed, Max lifts herself up and looks at me with a pair of sad doe-eyes.
"I'm so sorry, Chloe!" she starts, her voice shivering a bit. "I-I wanted to answer, but…it hurt. It hurt me so much."
Her watery gaze slumps and her hand starts to shake as well. Fuck, whatever's going on in Maxi's head, it's some heavy shit. I literally feel how she suffers and give her some comforting brushes over her back.
"I never wanted to leave you, Chlo! I never wanted to leave you alone with your grief. The day we left, I cried the whole time. The only memory of you that was imprinted into my mind was the moment Joyce told you that William would never come back. I went through therapy and they told me to leave you behind. Told me that I should break contact, because it wasn't good for me. And I…I…" She sniffles and wipes away some droplets with the back of her hand. Fucking shrinks! "…I did it. But I felt worse and then, your mom called and told me what happened and I…I…Oh Chloe, I missed you so much!"
"I agreed to get Max here, 'cause Joyce and I knew how much she meant to you," Steph adds and I'm truly touched.
A bit more passionate than I planned, I grab my girlfriend by the collar of her shirt and pull her close for a long kiss. And while she giggles and blushes, I whisper a heartily "Thank you!" followed by a "I love you!"
Yup, lately I use the L-word excessively and…well, I truly mean it. I'm in love with Steph Gingrich!
Of course, Maxi looks at this whole mushy stuff dumbfounded, 'cause she never saw this uber-goopy side of me before. Or is just surprised that I kissed a girl…and liked it! Well, I guess it's time to explain one or two things.
"Well…um…" I start and scratch the back of my neck. Damn, it's hard to come out of the closet to your closest friend. A friend who you spent your entire childhood with. But Steph, my female knight in shining armor, saves my butt again.
"She already knows about us, Chloe! The drive from Seattle to Arcadia is actually pretty long, y'know."
"Oh," I plainly say, looking at Max again, who starts to blush a bit.
"I-I'm fine with it," she mentions with a slight shrug, like it's the most normal thing in the world. "I-I mean…"
My awesome, yet shy Max doesn't have the chance to finish her sentence as one if those stuck-up nurses barges in and tells us that all visitors have to leave for the day. UGH!
But sadly, if you don't play by their rules, you're pretty fucked. And with fucked, I mean a thick-syringe-with-sedative-up-your-ass fucked. Therefore, I give Max a big hug and Steph a big smooch and say my goodbyes to them.
Another bunch of days later…
Okay, Price-question...sorry for the bad pun! What are people doing when they're stuck in a madhouse and get horny? I mean, surveillance everywhere – even on the toilets and showers – twenty-four-seven. Nurses patrolling the halls and rooms, every thirty minutes. And, of course, screaming lunatics right down the hall.
Everything of this doesn't really help getting in the mood, until…you got an awesome girlfriend!
"You ready?" asks me Steph, sitting on the edge of my bed and her D 'n' D game board on the table of my rolling nightstand, which is hovering over the mid-section of my body.
I'm nervous, yet also giddy. And as I nod and Steph starts the game, I feel adrenaline flooding my with a blanket covered body.
"You're an adventurer on the search for the mysterious city of Org'gasm. A city of peace and unimaginable pleasure. Searched by many, but only found by a handful few.
Destiny had been on your side as you found the long-forgotten map of Gingrich in the Academy of the Black Well. A map, which shows those who are worthy the way to the holy city.
Ahead of you, lay the plains of Forep'lay and the valley of Ple'Asure. Both need to be passed by you, but which way do you choose?"
"The-High!" I say, already feeling the palms of my hands getting sweaty as fucked, 'cause this turns me so much on!
"Alright, your choice!" replies Steph and continues. "You chose the path of the-highs. A wise choice! The way is smooth and…"
Oh yeah, I should mention that her hand is under the blanket and on its way to where the fun is. And as her awesomely soft fingers touch my amazingly soft thigh, I let out a shaky breath, trying to suppress any lewd sounds that would make my roommate or passing personal aware of mine and Steph's doings.
"You travel along the path. It's well build and maintained..."
Her hand glides all over my thigh, squeezing it from time to time. And the higher she wanders the hornier I get, almost feeling the need to grab her hand and push it into my pussy! Gosh, two weeks without sex are just torture!
"…and without stumbling over any enemies, you reach a crossroad. The path to your right leads into a dense forest…"
"Hey! It's not that dense!" I object, but only receive a firmer grip on my thigh.
"In my stories, the forests are dense, 'cause I like 'em dense. Now, shush!" chides my awesome girl, giving me a few soft strokes as an apology for the hard grip. "Um…where was I…? Oh yeah! So, the dense forest to the right and straight ahead the Depth of Na'vel."
"The forest! I take the forest!" I almost plead, but if anything, Steph can be pretty sadistic when it comes to sex.
"Sadly, fate isn't on your side this time, since a black mist arises from the ground, accompanied by a guttural voice. 'Who dares entering my lands?'"
Fuckdammit! I'm already so lost in my arousal, I totally forgot that we're still playing a game. And somehow I've the feeling that Steph enjoys keeping me on a short leash as a punishment for my try to bail on her.
"Uh…m-my…ugh, fuck! M-my name's Callamastia, and I'm…I'm looking for the city of Org'gasm!"
Steph lets out one of her eerie laughter and says "'Nobody is allowed to enter the city ever again! Turn around and abandon your endeavor or feel my wreath!' The mist gets denser and forms a shape, which materializes into a tall, black monster with two claymore swords in its hands. It radiates pure fear and despair. You need to roll the dice to overcome your fear and fight the dark power, which tries to stop you from reaching the city! Everything above 15 will let you gather all courage. Everything underneath will fill your heart with despair and let you run away into the Depths of Na'vel, which will bring you farther away from your destination."
With my trembling hands – 'cause at the time I'm so horny from this erotic, ambiguous RPG – I pick up the dice and roll. And as it shows only a twelve, real despair fills my real heart and almost makes me cry.
"Oh, c'mon!"
"Deep inside, Callamastia realizes that she's not strong enough to fight this monster…yet! But she doesn't want to give up her search for the city! Heavy-heartedly she decides for the path ahead. Of course, the monster wants to stop you, but taking the way to the depths gives you more space to dodge its attacks. And then, you run as fast as you can. But though she's frustrated, Callamastia vows to herself that she'll train more and harder on her way until she'd be strong enough to return with a vengeance!"
So far, the story's amazing! And I wish it wouldn't be tied to my well-being, because I'm really on the edge here and suffer with Callamastia. But as Steph lets her hand glide upwards over my belly, I take her wrist into a soft grip and gaze deeply into her stunning eyes.
"On the horizon, I see a pair of mountains," I say quietly, "Callamastia, who's a child of the mountains, knows that only there she'll be able to get the needed strength to continue her journey to the city."
"You know that those mountains are far up north?"
I lean in, whispering into her ears. "Lead Callamstia to my tits or I'll become the monster and eat the Gamemaster alive!"
I feel how her hand gets all sweaty as Steph repositions to let it glide where I want it to be and block our doings from the surveillance-camera with her body.
"Hey, your game sounds boooring!" throws in my, also suicidal, goth-emo-teen roommate. Actually, she's pretty nice and cute with her colorful chin-long hairs, but far too emo for my taste, and right now just annoying!
"Shut the fuck up or just leave, bitch!" I yell at her, but everything I get back is a sigh, rolling eyes and that she lazily gets up.
"Fiiine! I leave you two to it," she mentions as she walks past my bed. "Call me when it gets interesting, so I can have some fun, too!"
Both, Steph and me, are following her as her slim body sways towards the open room door. And then, Steph does something I'd never have expected of her.
"Give us ten minutes!"
Wait! Does she really want my roommate to watch me getting off?! That's really kinky!
With a smug smile, Cassy - that's her nickname – gazes over her shoulder. "Thanks! See ya in ten!" And then, she's gone.
With a frown I look at Steph, who only gives me a shrug. "I'm fine if she wants to watch."
"Uh, hello! What about asking me?" I shoot back, which doesn't impress my girl in the slightest.
"My game, my rules! Or don't you wanna play until the happy end?"
Damn! She really wants me to suffer for my suicide attempt and…okay, I'm not sure if it's really a punishment, because I'm so into this stuff and feel horny beyond everything. And I'm reminded of this as Steph reaches my tits and squeezes one of it softly while continuing her narration of the story.
"Callamastia practices each and every day…" She starts playing with my nipples. "…and gets stronger and stronger, the urge to reach the city helping her to access formerly unknown strength and durability." I moan quietly under her treatment. Trying to hide my lust becomes almost impossible. Luckily, Steph realizes this, too and pauses.
"After steeling her body for the upcoming fight, Callamastia decides to head south again, straight for the Depths of Na'vel with its six slight hills. From afar, those depths seem easily to pass, but in truth, an evil spell lies upon them. A spell, which fills the minds of humble wanderers with illusions, sending them across the landscape without ever reaching their destination. A labyrinth of death. And not even Callamastia can withstand those mind tricks and keeps on walking in circles."
The digits of her fingers are brushing circles all over my belly. Already experienced from months of mushy time, Steph knows the right pressure, which sets the feeling between tickling and massaging, short: pure awesomeness!
"Of course, Callamastia's innate stubborn head tries to fight the illusions, but you need at least a ten to clear your mind!" narrates Steph and – oh my gosh – I feel already so lightheaded that it takes me several attempts to roll the dice, which sadly stops at a devastating 5.
"Oh eat my ass, come ON!"
Aaaand the torture continues…UGH!
"You guys still not in business, yet?" chimes Cassy's voice as she saunters back into the room and towards her bed, a bag of potato-chips in her hand.
"Shut it!" I bark, getting really frustrated by now. But Steph knows how to keep me motivated, so that, instead stopping this game and simply fuck myself, I just endure this agony.
"Thanks to her incredible thick head, Callamastia eventually overcomes the spell and heads towards the forest. Sadly, the long travel through the depths has weakened her, so that she needs to roll five points higher in every fight to have an effect."
I'm just about to let out a bunch of curses at my devilish smirking girlfriend, until she reaches down into my 'forest' and gives my pubic mound a soft massage, which makes me hiss in pleasure.
"Finally!" mentions Cassy plainly as she noisily stuffs a fistful of chips into her mouth. Damn, she really seems to be entertained and enjoys the show. Still, I give her a stinky-eye because her chewing, cracking and rustling sounds are clearly disturbing my mood.
But a slight deeper brush brings my focus back to Steph.
"The plains of Forep'lay are laying behind you and you know that the valley of Ple'Asure must be close. However, you also feel that evil houses these woods. An ever dark presence, which sends goosebumps all over your skin. Barely you realize how the black mist materializes and the monster from before swings one of its vast swords at you, leaving Callamastia only one chance to dodge that deadly blow."
To tell the truth, I'm at a point right now, where thinking becomes almost impossible. Everything that has nothing to do with sex is merely an inconvenience. But I know the rules. I agreed to this. So, Price, get a fucking grip of yourself and roll the freakin' dice!
"A 15! Now we're talking!" I cheer, but get pulled back to reality as Steph's caressing strokes stop and the Gamemaster pisses me royally off.
"A 15 would've been enough to entirely avoid the attack. Sadly, Callamastia is too much weakened from her travel and only manages to avoid the blow by merely an inch. The impact of the heavy blade is so powerful that you stumble and fall. And if that wasn't bad enough, the cunning shadow-creature doesn't waste any time and kicks you right in the ribs, lifting you up the ground and sending you flying against a tree.
You're severely injured, no help in sight…"
"Dammit, where's Elamond, when you need this fucker?!"
"…The vast creature comes closer, its stomping steps foreshadowing your doomed fate. Stomp! Stomp! Stomp!"
"Well…guess that's it. No Org'gasm for you, Chloe!" comments Cassy drily, like she's enjoying my pain, as she stuffs some more junk food into her mouth. This, plus the fact that my uterus cries for an orgasm, makes me so furious that I grab Steph by her collar and hiss right into her face.
"If you end this game and leave me hangin' here, I'm gonna…"
"Break up with me?" she fills in the blank lines and pulls harshly on a bunch of my pubies…OUCH! "Bad idea, babe! You better come up with a plan, 'cause this will be your last chance to turn the tides!"
A PLAN?! Da fuck, Steph?! How am I supposed to get all creative when my brain's only reduced to my primitive parts for procreation? Oh, she's so punishing me!
"Uh…" is the only thing I come up with. Shit, I'm so fucked. I mean...not fucked fucked, but…uh…you get the gist.
And as the nurse barges in and says "Miss Price, visitor's time' over!" I almost break down in tears of desperation, because I know there's no bargaining with these motherfuckers, and if you rage, they're simply gonna fill up your ass with sedatives.
But what comforts me a bit is as I see the sadness in Steph's amazing eyes, which tells me, though she tortured me pretty hard, she would've loved to guide me to the city of Org'gasm.
"Sorry!" she says quietly with a bowed head, slowly pulling her hand out of my already drenched panties. Gosh, she's really feeling sorry!
"It's okay!" is my truly meant answer. "C'mon, I bring you out!"
At first, I check that my sweatpants are spotless…which they luckily are. Then, I get up while Steph packs the game back into her backpack, quietly. Though I shouldn't, I grab her hand and give it a soft squeeze plus a reassuring smirk, which signs her that I'm okay.
Giving my roommate a short wave with her hand and a friendly "Bye, Cassy!" we both then saunter along the hallway, side-by-side.
"It was an awesome game!" I eventually say to overcome the slight tension that hovers above us. I know…no, I feel that something's going on under that grey beanie of hers. Which gets revealed to me as she suddenly checks our surroundings, takes my hand into a tight hold and drags me into the nearest bathroom.
Still a bit dizzy from the remaining high concentration of blood in my crotch, I barely realize how Steph locks the door, pushes me against the next wall, pulls down my pants and dives into me.
The wave of pleasure I experience as her tongue flicks over my clit is so intense that I can't suppress a loud groan.
Aware that eating me out is inducing way too much noise, Steph gets up again and crashes her full, soft lips onto mine and continues to treat me with her fingers.
"I…mmh…I love you…mmh…so much!" she pants between our tongue-play, filling my heart with joy.
I break the kiss for a moment to catch a breath. We look at each other and I take in every awesome detail of her; every curve; every edge; every perfect part; even every flaw. And I love it! I love Steph and of course I tell her this!
"I love you, too!"
After brushing over her cheek, I let my hand wander deeper until it reaches her jeans. Slowly, I unbutton it and continue my journey past her waistband. And holy fuck! She's drenched down there like crazy!
Normally, Steph's the one who takes the lead in the sack, but not now! Today, I wanna take charge and slide two fingers inside her, which causes her to hold tightly onto me.
Damn, I've the feeling that this kinky version of D 'n' D had turned her more on than me!
Of course, my most loved girlfriend doesn't leave me hanging and returns the favor I'm just giving her. And of course, I'm the first who comes…as always. Though, this time, Steph follows only a few seconds later. Aaaand of course, we can't hold back with our moans, leaving them out as they come…literally!
Barely able to stand and panting heavily, we both sit down on the tiled floor for a moment.
"Gosh, I needed that!" sighs Steph, pulls her hand out of my pussy and licks her fingers clean.
Yup, Stephanie Gingrich, queen of nerds, can be pretty kinky and that's one side of her that turns me on like fuck and makes me come up with some lewd ideas, myself. So, I pull my hand out of her pants and hold it in front of her face. Of course, she understands right away and licks on it as well, but then comes my part, as I stick my tongue into her mouth to taste the mixture of our flavors.
I know she loves it when I do such spontaneous things and I bet we would've gone another round, if a heavy knock on the door and a yelled "Whoever's in there, open this door, right now!" wouldn't have destroyed that wet wish of mine.
Shit, busted!
Correct me, if I'm wrong, but I've the feeling that in every facility I'm a guest at, the boss of said joint is a stuck-up, bureaucratic asshole.
And where Blackhell has a Principal Wells, the loony bin is under the iron hand of a doctor Larsson, who's also therapist for suicidal kids, like me or Cassy. All-in-all, he's the typical mid-age career-doctor. Young, dynamic, patronizing and a fucking know-it-all.
"So," he says, sounding all-knowing and patronizing as always…UGH! "Your real name is Stephanie Gingrich, right?"
"Yes, sir!" replies my awesome girl, who sits right beside me, with a low voice, knowing that trouble's heading her way. Damn, I won't let her get blamed for this!
"Listen, doc! It was my idea, okay. She…"
"Chloe," he stops my words. "Haven't I already told you several times during group therapy that it's rude to interrupt the conversation of other people?"
I hate this fucker so much! "Uh, yes…sir. But…"
"Then stay quiet and wait for your turn!" he simply adds and as he put on his stupid I-am-so-superior-grin, I just can't hold back a well-deserved yet mumbled "Asshole!"
His dirty smirk falters as he adds "We'll talk about this insult later." and focuses his attention back to Steph. "Miss Gingrich, are you even aware of the severity of your doings? Not only that you lied and pretended to be a family member of a patient, no. You also risked the therapeutically effects on some of our other patients. Quite a number of those other kids have suffered from negative sexual influences and can be easily triggered!"
Shit! This son of a bitch is going full psycho on her! In my opinion, psychiatrists are dangerous, 'cause they know how to enter your mind and try to influence you. I'm a hard case, so surviving such psycho-shit has been easy for me, so far. But Steph? She's not like me.
My awesome Steph is strong and knows how to inspire people to give their best, but she doesn't know such shit. And I see that the fucking doctor's guilt-trip has her in its full grasp as my poor girl starts to sob.
Not on my watch, motherfucker!
"JUST STOP IT!" I yell and jump up, pretty aware that in a few seconds a nurse and one security-asshole will storm the office and sedate me. But who cares? Steph is way more important.
"We get it, okay! No sex in hospital. Great! Super! No fun allowed! Check! But tell ya what, I already got a solution for that problem."
I sit down again and fling an arm around my girlfriend's shoulder to underline how important she is to me.
"I'm done here! I got an epiphany and am healed. Suicide's bad, there's so much to live for. Bla-bla-bla, fuck you! So, gimme the freakin' release form and lemme go home with my girl, 'cause I so wanna get down on her again tonight!"
Though, I meant it pretty serious, the doctor simply chuckles and shakes his head and I know that shit's about to get real.
"Chloe, as much as you wish for it, your therapy is far from being complete and a release not possible within the next four weeks."
My anger rises. I clench my hands into fists. Four weeks? FOUR FUCKING WEEKS?! Okay, calm down, Price! You can do it, as long as…
"Of course, we'll have to take actions that such an incident won't happen ever again," says doctor Larsson, his sadistic smirk back in his ugly visage. "Miss Gingrich, your privilege to visit Miss Price is hereby revoked permanently."
"WHAT?!" I gasp.
"NO!" Steph cries in desperation.
"And to prevent such interactions at all, only her relatives will be allowed to visit."
Okay, that's it. Game's on, motherfucker! I jump up and over the table, yelling directly into his shocked face.
"Are ya fucking crazy?! She's the only thing that keeps me sane! If you take her away from me, I'll…"
I'm not even able to finish my rant as I get grabbed by two security-fuckers and dragged out of the room.
"Lemme go you fucking assholes or I'll swear…I'm gonna…kill you! STEPH!"
Against all expectations, they didn't pump me full of drugs, 'cause as soon as Steph was outta sight, I turned into a pile of crying shit and I guess they just spared the money getting me high. They just put me back in bed and strapped my wrists onto it.
For the last hours, all I did was crying and asking myself what have we done wrong, aside from doing what all teenagers in a relationship do: fucking?
Okay, maybe it wasn't right to have sex here, but damn! Denying my girlfriend access is so low!
"You hungry?" chimes Cassy's voice through the darkness of our room and at first I'm considering not saying a word, but I think she really cares. Let alone that my rumbling stomach betrays me anyway, 'cause I haven't been in the mood to eat something. But right now…
"Yeah…almost starving."
I hear how her blanket rustles and her bed creaks. Then bare feets patting over the linoleum and the. some rummaging. Eventually, I see Cassy's dark figure closing in and slumping down on the side of my bed. With a click, she flicks on the lamp on my nightstand. Silently, she undoes my bindings and reaches me a bag of potato chips.
Greedily, I rip open the package and stuff a fistful of this glorious, full with artificial flavors pumped pieces of greatness into my mouth.
"Blech," I mumble between my chews, "Sal' 'n' vinega'!"
"You wanna eat or complain? Just appreciate the good taste!"
I gulp down the first batch of junk food and am just so grateful that my stomach gets filled. "Thanks, Cassy! You're awesome!" I say with a big smile before stuffing some more food in my mouth.
My emo-roommate simply keeps on sitting on my bed, gazing at me…well, emotionlessly…like an emo…until I've emptied the bag. And like it's Christmas, she even pulls out a can of soda. Hallelujah!
"Burp!" is everything that comes out of my mouth after I've finished my most satisfying meal.
"You done?" asks my emo-friend with the colorful hair and, of course, I nod and add my typical "Fuck, yeah!"
"Then, let's get the fuck outta this hellhole!"
With a dumbfounded expression and a bigass frown, my sight follows Cassy as she jumps up and starts to pack her stuff.
"Uh…Cassy? What the…?"
Once more I can't finish what I want to say – Damn, why won't anybody let me finish?! – as Cassy presses her lips onto mine and forces her tongue down my throat. Though it's definitely wrong, I'm way too befuddled to do anything and have to wait until the emo-chick breaks the kiss.
"Cassandra Ferryman," she simply states and scoffs, "Hope now that we know each other better it's okay to get intimate."
And as if nothing had happened, she continues packing, while I try to get up with shaky legs, still not knowing what to do or say. Cassy was almost done as she realized that I was still standing in my spot.
"You wanna leave your stuff here?"
"N-no," I reply, but that's it. Gosh, I'm so fucked over right now. Thankfully, my roommate sheds some light into the darkness of my brain.
"Okay, listen! I planned to bail since I got here, but then I got my first nice and very attractive roommate and thought 'What the hell. You can do this with some good company.' But then today happened and I realized that, A: I need to get us both outta here, and B: I need to fuck you.
So, here's the deal: I get you outta this hospital and back to your girl, and in return, you're gonna gimme a good fuck. Deal?"
Holy. Fucking. Shit! The universe must really hate me, 'cause this is such an immoral offer that even Michael Douglas would blush redder than a hydrant. Let's see if I can talk her out of point B.
"Uh, Cassy…point A: no problem there, but B…I don't think so. You know I'm in a relationship and…"
"Do I look like I give a shit about her nerdy slut?" Cassy hisses into my face, interrupting me…AGAIN! "Listen! What I want is a simple fuck, not some lovemaking-smoochy-shit you do with your girl. But, if you prefer to stay in here for the next four weeks, only your mom and this assfucker she calls her boyfriend visiting you…be my guest."
With a plain shrug, Cassy lays back down into her bed, puts her hands behind her head and whistles a soft melody.
And here I am, forced to make another decision I never wanted to make. Sure, giving in to her demands is so wrong, but also is being separated from the girl you love. Plus, not being able to even call her since usage of phones is very limited is definitely fucked up.
Maybe Cassy's right. It would be nothing more than a simple fuck. No strings attached, no emotions. Just plain sex. A small price to pay for freedom. So…
I pull my shirt over my head and drop it. Then I strip down my pants and panties. I'm naked, and as Cassy eyeballs my body with her lustful gaze and a wry smirk, I kinda feel like a cheap whore. But this doesn't stop me as I lay down beside my roommate.
Right away her hands are exploring my body, caressing it where it feels good. She's fast and bold, not as soft and cautious as Steph.
"Ouch!" I call out as Cassy bites one of my nipples. But instead of an apology, I just get a devilish grin.
"You like it?"
Did she really just ask, if I like to get my nipple bitten?! What the fuck?! Okay, if you haven't noticed already, I should confess that – despite my badass reputation – I'm a total softie. I simply don't like to get bitten, spanked, fisted, assfucked or any other hardcore stuff that most of my fans would love me to do.
Do I even have fans? I mean, besides Steph and Max…and maybe Mikey…and Justin…
Damn, I've got a fuckin' community already! Maybe they should make a film or comic or videogame just about me! That'd be so co-…OUCH!
"Focus, Chloe!" singsongs Cassy, once more this stupid smirk on her face. But this time I can't hold back to reply something. And you can tell that I'm pretty pissed already!
"If you bite me one more time, I'm gonna punch you in the face, bitch!"
Of course, this threat doesn't impress her in the slightest. Instead, she combs through my strawberry-blond hair, grabs a fistful and pulls on it, making me groan in pain.
"If you want this to be over, you better start to make me feel good! You got fifteen minutes before the nurse barges in again, so…"
Okay, she wants to feel good? I give her five minutes and then she'll have the orgasm of her life!
I give the clock on the wall a short peek, before I push Cassy on the mattress, pull her t-shirt above her small tits and start to treat them.
"Oh fuuuuck!" she moans and arches her back. "That's what I'm talking about!"
Like my treatment has flicked a switch inside of her, Cassy drops her dominatrix-act and gets all soft and mushy, letting her hands brush through my hair and back…and even gives me a soft smile. Time to give her the full awesomeness of my lesbian experience!
So, I let my hand glide softly over her body and guide it past the waistline of her black pajama shorts until it reaches…HOLY FUCK!
Um…okay, guys. Now it gets a bit…well…special?
She has a landing strip…so far so common. She's already drenched as fuck…nothing special after that treatment of mine. But what's new to me, is a piercing through the clit.
Yes, Cassandra has a pierced pussy and now I'm asking myself how to react on that and almost fear that she might switch back into bitch-mode. But instead, she gives me a knowing smile and whispers "Don't worry, just do ya thing!"
Okay! I'm gonna do my thing. Some standard clit-rubbing. Massaging every inch. But instead of starting with one finger, I get back to her for the bad treatment from before and stuff two inside right from the beginning. And against my expectations, Cassy's pretty tight and inhales sharply as she gets spread. Sorry, but not sorry…bitch!
Okay, time's running out. And I'm actually not planning on doing anything else than fingering her pussy. So, let's get it over with and search for her sensitive spot!
Hmm…let's see…maybe I should push here? Nope, that's where Steph's spot is. Maybe here? Nope! Or maybeeee…
"Ugh, fuck yes! That…that's it! Oh shit…I'm…I'm already…mmph!"
Bingo!
To muffle her moaning – 'cause being too loud would fuck up our escape – I press my lips onto Cassy's.
Damn, her orgasm seems to last like forever and I almost run out of air, but eventually, she comes down. I gaze at the clock again…dammit, six minutes! I should've cut some foreplay!
Without any caution or mushiness I pull my fingers out and give her a pissed-off "Feeling good enough?"
Panting heavily and sweat all over her face, Cassy just nods. But as she tries to touch me again, I simply stand up and get dressed.
"Good, then let's bail!"
"W-wait!" she says, strangely not sounding like a badass at all anymore. "D-don't you want me to…"
"No!" I whisper-yell at her, close in and keep on hissing into her intimidated demeanor. "You wanted to get off, I got you off! A deal's a deal! Now, get me outta here or I'm gonna make sure that you stay here with me! And besides, I'm not really turned on by getting abused!"
A tear forms in the edge of her eye and runs down her cheek. I hurt her; said something wrong. But I don't care! She started this shit, now she has to live with the consequences!
But this sadness doesn't cling onto her for long. In merely a second she switches again, from little mushy-girl to badass-emo-bitch.
"Fine!" she growls and makes her way to the window. And as I pack my stuff and ask myself if I've got anything, my sight falls onto the surveillance cam.
Oh shit!
"Don't worry, it's just a dummy," mentions Cassy as she fumbles on one of the windows. "Out of anger that I wanted to have some privacy while fucking myself, I pulled the cable. So far, nobody complained, ergo: a dummy."
Then a click chimes through the room and the – actual formerly – locked window swings open and reveals to us the dark night outside. A dark night, where it rains cats and dogs. UGH!
"C'mon!" urges me Cassy, grabs her stuff and jumps out, I'm following her stat, a backpack on my back and a duffle bag slung over my shoulder! Lucky for us, the psychiatric ward of the hospital is on the first floor and the leap between windowsill and muddy ground only a few feet.
We run as fast as we can. It took me merely a few seconds to get entirely drenched, but thanks to the shitty weather we're able to leave the vicinities without any problems.
Somewhere on the way Cassy simply vanishes into the night. And somehow I get a bad feeling about everything.
