Neighbors Chapter 11
(Warning: Lewd stuff and trigger warning for flashbacks of what happened in a previous chapter. Its at the end, though. Thank you all for the nice comments! They make me really happy and encourage me to keep writing. If you'd like to talk to me about anything I write or just talk to me about whatever, my tumblr is Lillix-92. Thank you for reading!)
After a little more friendly bickering, Marceline and I decided we would acompany her cousin and his friend after we took showers and got ready for the day. I left for my apartment and after I did all the necessities, I dressed casually. I chose a pink and white striped quater sleeve shirt, short jean shorts, knee high pink and white stiped socks, and white tennis shoes. I felt like I should feel comfortable because I had no idea where we would be going, but I guessed it was nowhere fancy. When I was done, I decided to pick up my white framed sun glasses, a pink wrist-let carrying only what was important, and returned to Marceline's apartment.
Maybe a day out with actual people would be good for my mental health, I thought. I had only conversed with my girlfriend through texts, being too tired to actually have any real conversations and physical contact with her all week up until yesterday. I couldn't ignore the fact that after spending time with her, I was already feeling a little better. It was nice to take my mind off... That... Thing that was causing me so much... That thing that I will refuse to think about today because I know I need to cheer up and I don't want anyone feeling concerned for my well being. I'll be fine... Eventually.
I knocked on Marceline's door twice before entering out of habit. The conversation between the two family members had changed into a nicer tone, now. I sighed and joined Ronnie on the couch.
"Cute outfit," he said, then turned his attention back to the cousins who were reminiscing about their childhood shenanigans.
"Or that time Simon talked us into putting a bag of flaming dog poop at Earl Lemon's front porch," Marceline cackled.
"Oh glob," Marshall chuckled, holding his stomach, "That old man was so mad, he chased us down the street yelling for like, ten minutes before he finally gave up! We were grounded for weeks!"
The two bellowed in laughter, crouching over, holding their sides for a full minute before they finally straightened up. They caught their breaths and wiped tears from their eyes before finally noticing me. Those two had a lot of the same mannerisms. There was no hiding they were related.
"Oh hey, Bon, you ready," Marceline asked as she walked over, kneeling over to give me a quick peck on the cheek.
I blushed at the contact, then shrugged my shoulders, trying to hide it from the guys in the room. It was too late, though, so I nodded quickly. Marshall gave me a mocking smirk. It made me even more embarrassed, and he snickered.
We left Marceline's apartment and exited the building. Where ever we were going, it was by foot. I put an arms around one of Marceline's and held onto her bicep with my other hand as we walked. This was normal for she and I, but now I did it because it gave me a little security, as well. Our first stop was the cafe I liked for coffee and breakfast. I decided to try and eat something, so I ordered a bagel while Marceline and Marshall both ordered pancakes with chocolate, straw berries, and whip cream. Ronnie ordered a slice of pie.
I finished my bagel, a personal accomplishment, honestly. I had to force myself to, but I did. When everyone else had finished their's, everyone but me was chatting small talk. I heard the name Simon get mentioned a couple more times, but I wondered if I should ask about him. I almost felt like I was intruding in a group of close knit family members. Ronnie was quiet, too, but he talked like he had known the family his entire life. But the way they talked about this Simon guy made me curious. He seemed really important to them. Was he a friend, a family member, or a teacher? So I gave in and asked.
"Um,"I began shyly, "who is this Simon guy you all keep mentioning?"
"Our babysitter and a close family friend," Marceline answered.
"I can't believe you never told her about him," Marshall added.
"It never came up I guess," Marceline admitted, scratching the back of her head and slumping her shoulders.
"He was always around, playing games with us or talking us into pranking someone," Ronnie said with a smile.
"He sounds interesting," I said. A bad influence, too.
"He was," Marceline mumbled, looking down into her lap, now with a frown.
"Was," I wondered out loud.
Now the three were all sharing the same sad expression, leaving me clueless.
"What happened," I said with a concerned tone.
No one answered for a moment, so I decided not to press the question further, but then Marshall spoke up.
"He liked to play with kids. He was a good person, though. When a little girl went missing and was found dead later, the cops arrested him."
I frowned, noticing the somber aura surrounding our table.
"It couldn't have been him, though. He was just a funny guy. That didn't make him some kind of pervert or murderer," Marceline added.
I pat Marceline's shoulder, not sure what to say. What could I say? Their friend was wrongfully imprisoned and they missed him. But there was nothing they could do.
I frowned and didn't speak until Marshall shot up from his seat. The rest of us jumped when he did. He sighed loudly before speaking.
"Come on, lets go somewhere else," he said. We all stood as he left to pay for our meals. When he returned we walked out.
I attached myself to my tall girlfriend as we walked. We found ourselves at the city park eventually, where we sat under a shelter, watching people walk by.
"Your town stinks, Marcy," Marshall said, then chuckled lightly. "Isn't there anything to do around here?"
"Not really," Marceline said, then playfully shoved her cousin.
"How's your dad," Marshall asked.
"I dunno," Marceline shrugged. "How's your mom?"
"I dunno," Mashall shrugged, too.
"Neither of you have tried to make up with your parents," Ronnie said. He shook his head. "You two are as bull headed as ever."
"She kicked me out because..." Marshall decided not to say anymore on the subject. He just scowled, avoiding Ronnie's annoyed expression.
"What about you Marcy," Ronnie asked.
"He said some pretty mean things when I came out. I'm not talking to him until he at least tries to apologize." Marceline rolled her eyes, then crossed her arms and huffed angrily.
"Why did," I began, looking at Marshall.
"We were a couple once," Ronnie interrupted.
"Dude," Marshall yelled, his face red with both anger and embarrassment.
"What, its not like she's gonna think any differently of us. She's dating your cousin," Ronnie said, facing away with his arms crossed. He pretended not to hear the curse words Marshall said under his breath.
"I asked you not to bring that up," Marshall mumbled, turning away from everyone.
"What was it like when you came out, Bonnie," Ronnie asked me after giving up on his friend.
"I haven't, yet, actually," I said. "But I don't think my adoptive parents would care, and I don't think my brother would either."
"My family already knew when I did," Ronnie laughed. "Well, actually, they thought I was gay, not pansexual. But whatever," he shrugged.
"What," I asked. I had never heard that word before.
"Not limited in sexual choice with regard to biological sex, gender, or gender identity," Ronnie said, as if quoting from a dictionary. "I just fall in love with people for who they are. I don't worry about anything else," he added.
"Oh," I nodded.
We spent a couple of hours at the park enjoying each other's company again once the mood had lifted. The three talked a little more about their past. I tried to add a few stories of my own, but I didn't think they were as funny as their's, so I kept quiet mostly. When evening came we decided to pick up take out food on our way back to Marceline's apartment.
Somewhere along the way, Marceline and Marshall had gotten into an argument over who was the best at Mario. When we were inside, Marceline dug out an old Super Nintendo and a few cartridges that all had Mario on them. We spent quiet a bit of time playing Super Mario World in two player mode while Marceline and I shared one controller and Marshall and Ronnie shared the other. Ronnie and I weren't very good at the game, although Ronnie did seem to have a little more experience than me.
By night fall we were all laughing as Marshall kept dying at a level in the forest map until he eventually gave up out of frustration, claiming it was the game's fault, and not his.
"This isn't over," Marshall said, pointing angrily at his cousin. "Next time we'll play Smash Brothers. Then we'll see who'll be crowned the best!"
"I'll still kick your butt," Marceline mocked.
"You wish," Marshall growled.
"Whatever," Marceline scoffed. "What do you guys wanna do now?"
"My thumbs are sore," Ronnie laughed.
"I have movies," Marceline suggested. "Or we could find something on Netflix."
Marshall walked over to Marceline's DVD shelf, examining its contents. He pulled out a case.
"Saw," he said with a grin.
I wanted to shake my head. I was not up for another scary movie.
"Um," Ronnie began.
"Saw it is," Marshall said, shooting Ronnie a cocky smirk. "Oh, got any beer, Marcy?"
She shook her head.
"I can go get some," Ronnie suggested as Marshall hooked up the DVD player.
"Do you know where to go," Marceline asked him.
The title screen of the movie came on the TV, and it was a little too gruesome for myy tastes.
"I'll go with him," I decided. I held back a gag.
"Hurry back and be careful," Marceline called as the two of us left.
I told him we would drive my car so it wouldn't take too long. But the truth was that I was never walking in this town in the dark again. I trusted Ronnie, but I was afraid of anyone else that might be on these streets. I had to remind myself not to think about anything else on that subject.
"I hate scary movies," Ronnie said as we drove into town. "Especially the ones with blood and gore!"
"Me too," I said, shuddering.
"He picks those movies only because he knows that," Ronnie laughed.
In my peripheral vision I saw him leaning his head on a hand and looking up into the night sky.
''Why aren't you two together anymore," I asked him.
Ronnie let out a long sigh. "We've known each other since we were kids. When we dated it felt awkward and different. We were afraid something would happen and we wouldn't be able to be friends if we broke up. So we decided to just stay friends."
"So it was a mutual agreement?"
"He thinks so," Ronnie mumbled.
I decided to drop the topic when Ronnie sighed loudly again and looked back up at the sky. It seemed some feelings were still there, but I figured it wasn't my place to be so nosy about it. If it was meant to be, they could work it out, eventually.
When we got to the liqueur store Ronnie and I split the bill for a large case of light beer and drove back to the apartment. When we got inside we sat around the TV as we drank. The movie was just as Ronnie said, gruesome and gory. I held onto Marceline for most of it and hid my face in her shoulder. But when the movie wasn't so disgusting, I would drink and watch as Ronnie cowered just as much as me. Marshall teased him and Ronnie would insult him playfully.
When the movie was over, I stood and wobbled over to the bathroom. My tolerance to alcohol was still pretty low. When I returned Marceline was handing spare blankets and pillows to her guests as the two claimed separate couches.
I yawned and leaned back, which almost caused me to loose balance. Marceline caught me with a laugh and told me to just stay with her tonight. I wrapped two arms around her waste and smiled, letting her lead me into her bedroom. When we were in her room, she walked me to her bed.
"Lay down Bon," she laughed.
"Okay," I hummed, falling back and pulling her with me.
Marceline gasped, catching herself with her hands before her fore head collided with mine. She smiled and kissed my forehead.
"You're such a light weight," she chuckled.
"Mhm," I moaned, hugging her close. I buried my face into her neck, enjoying the smell of her perfume. I loved how soft her skin felt close to mine and I kissed her neck. I heard her let out a long breath and saw her hand grab and squeeze the blanket out of the corner of my eyes.
"Hold on," she said, and nodded to the pillows.
I nodded as she got rose up and let me scoot up and lay my head on a pillow. When I was comfortable she came and hovered back on top of me. She bit her lip before kissing me eagerly. Suddenly my heart was drumming in my chest and I tangled my fingers in her hair. Our tongues met and a moan escaped my throat.
When our lips parted I moved back to her neck, taking in the scent of her perfume again. I kissed her neck once more and she squeezed my shoulder. I smiled and playfully bit at the skin, curious what her reaction would be.
"Fuck," she gasped. "Be careful, Bonnie. You're treading into dangerous waters, there."
"Am I," I breathed onto her skin.
Her body tensed up and I smiled again. She crushed her lips back onto mine and rose up slightly, placing a hand on my breast. It startled me at first, but I didn't mind. She massaged it and used her free hand to tilt grab my hair. She rose up and pulled until my head tilted back. She then kissed my now exposed neck, sending chills down my spine. I gasped and held onto her waist tighter. She kissed up my jaw line and nibbled on my ear lobe.
"Raise up," she whispered into my ear.
I nodded and rose up, letting her remove my shirt. I was a little put off at first and began to get self conscious. She removed her top, too. Before I could think anything else about the embarrassment of my bare torso, she was kissing my lips again to keep me distracted. It felt like little jolts of electricity when she touched my bare skin and I quiet enjoyed the softness and warmth of her's under my fingertips.
When she slid a hand under my bra I gasped.
"Is this okay," she whispered before continuing.
I nodded, feeling ashamed of being so jumpy.
She cupped my breast and my lower torso felt hot and something pulsated. I moaned into Marceline's mouth as her thigh slipped between my legs and began rubbing. After a moment the hand left my breast and slowly trailed down my stomach. She kissed me deeper and flicked up at the waist band of my shorts, which caused me to feel a little nervous and a little more light headed.
I moaned into her mouth again as she ran her fingernails down the skin on my back and felt her other hand slowly inch down passed the waist band of my shorts. She snapped the button apart and jerked the zipper down, the rubbed my center on the outside of my panties. I moaned again and dug my nails into her skin.
Marceline moved her hand back up and slid them under my panties. She slid a finger up and down my clitoris first, causing my leg muscles to tighten an my breath to quicken. I squeezed my eyes shut tight as she moved lower down, slowly sliding her finger into my entrance.
Then my heart felt like it had stopped beating and I was instantly sober. I was back in that alley blindfolded and his hand was covering my mouth so that I couldn't scream for help. I felt him penetrate me again and it hurt and made me want to cry. My stomach was suddenly doing flips and I wanted to puke.
I opened my eyes and gasped. No, I wasn't back in that alley. This was Marceline's room. Marceline was the one on top of me and her fingers were inside me, not something else. But I still felt sick and I was scared. I almost cried but I held it back.
"Marcy, wait," I said.
"She looked up at me, confused, and removed her hand. I sat up and buttoned my pants and pulled up the zipper. Then I frowned and looked away from her.
"I'm sorry," I mumbled.
"I think I should be the one to say that, actually," she said.
I rose up and looked her in the eye. She wouldn't look at me, though, and her eye brows furrowed.
"No," I began.
"You're drunk. I should have asked first. That was kinda wrong of me," she said.
I put my shirt back on.
"No, I thought I wanted to, but I chickened out," I explained. I wrapped my arms around her and hid my face in her hair. "Don't be so upset," I begged. I was telling the truth, mostly. I waited for her to say something, but she didn't. "I'm sorry, Marcy. I'm just not ready, yet."
"Are you a virgin," she asked me.
"No," I mumbled. "But I'm not exactly experienced, either," I added. "I'm not the type to be comfortable with this sort of thing."
"It's all right," Marceline said, turning to kiss my cheek. She broke away from me and put her shirt back on. "Lets get some sleep."
She turned off her light and rejoined me in the bed. I turned towards her and buried my face into her chest and hugged her tightly as she wrapped her arms around me.
I felt ashamed. I wanted that, I really did. It wasn't just the alcohol talking, either. But I chickened out because of that... Awful person. I was fine until she penetrated me, then it all went down hill. She must have thought badly of me for a second. Why couldn't I let her do it, though? I had such a good day and I was distracted and in the best mood I had been in since it happened. I was ready and I craved it so badly. But the moment it started I had that same feeling as before. What could be wrong with me?
I would have to be more careful, I supposed. Take things more slowly. Maybe I should wait a little longer. I wouldn't be this way forever, would I? Things would surely go back to normal, wouldn't they? They would have to! I want them to and I want to be able to do this with Marceline. I just hoped she would have patience with me.
I almost didn't want to go to sleep that night. I almost forced myself to stay awake because I was afraid I would have nightmares. I was afraid I would wake Marceline up and she would worry. I was afraid she would know something was wrong. But I did end up falling asleep and luckily, there were no bad dreams. After all, I was safe and happy in Marceline's arms. I knew no harm would come to me as long as I was with her.