SIDE A
Track 4: Does Your Mother Know - ABBA
Track 5: Jeepster - T. Rex
The next three Saturday nights after that were spent in the same manner. She would call me up each Saturday at 4pm when I had arrived home from my Saturday job, allow the phone to ring three times and then hang up, to signal that we were on for the night. We didn't have redial or an answering machine in our house at that point, and I found endless amusement in my mother rushing to the phone only for it to be dead by the time she picked it up. Each night resulted in painful hangovers which lingered even when we had returned to school on Monday morning. It was worth it though, and I watched her play on the sports field from my position in the library almost as a remedy for my suffering. Every now and then, she would glance towards me, a small, knowing smile on her lips before she resumed her play, and I lived for those moments.
Despite our newfound companionship, we still didn't interact much whilst at school. I didn't mind this, however; it made our Saturday nights feel all the more special, being the only time we spent together, the time that we reserved exclusively for one another. The weeks dragged, though, as I waited eagerly for the next time we would go out, let loose, become lost in one another.
Meanwhile, I made a habit of taping the weekly charts on the radio with the new cassette player I had received for my birthday, playing it back again and again until I knew almost every word to every song, in a desperate attempt to impress her and be able to join her in her over-enthusiastic singing on the dancefloor. In fact, I started to spend most of my time listening to the radio, always finding myself grinning each time a song that I recognised came on, remembering how we danced.
I had fast discovered my favourite songs, and so when ABBA's 'Does Your Mother Know' came on, the fourth Saturday we spent together, it was my turn to drag her across the dancefloor, laughing all the time as we danced and sang together.
We drank more than we ever had before on that night, consuming at the very least a bottle of Shiraz each along with what seemed like infinite shots of tequila. We spun and we twirled and we let ourselves feel completely free as we let loose from a difficult week of mock exams and coursework deadlines. We were closer than we had been before that night, too, dangerously so, out in the open like that, but the drink had gotten to me and so every opportunity to pull her closer, to feel her beneath my fingertips, I took, my caresses disguised amongst the crowds.
"I need some air," she spoke in my ear, her nose bumping softly against the side of my face as she struggled to keep steady. I nodded in response, following her across the room towards the door, both picking up our glasses as we went in case someone were to take them whilst we were gone.
The cold air outside made my head spin, and I took a couple of moments to steady myself and to stop the dizziness. We stumbled round to the side of the club, away from the noise spilling out of the doors and the bustling of people coming and going, needing time to just relax from the suffocating heat of the club.
She leaned against the wall beside me, and I watched intently as she reached into her bag for a cigarette with bumbling hands, sluggish from the drink.
"Allow me," I said quietly, batting her hand away and reaching inside for her, pulling out the packet and her lighter before placing a cigarette between her lips.
"I thought I was supposed to be the lightweight," I joked, grinning at her as she smirked at me warmly.
"Shut up," she mumbled, the unlit cigarette still between her lips. "I saw you eat that bag of crisps at the bar. That's cheating."
I laughed. "I didn't know we were playing by rules," I smirked, lifting up the lighter and resting my hands atop her's as we both attempted to shield the flame from the cool night breeze.
"Thanks," she murmured, taking a deep drag as I replaced the lighter and packet in her bag, my knuckles lingering ever so slightly against her hip before pulling away.
We were silent for several moments, me watching her with fascination and drunken adoration as she alternated between drags and sips of Shiraz. I felt a desperate urge to be closer to her, to have her put her arm around me and to breath her in, and I tried to come up with a way for this to happen.
You're so sweet
You're so fine
I want you all and everything
Just to be mine
"Is it really that good?" I asked suddenly, unable to identify where my words had come from, and feeling out of control of them, like I was on autopilot. "Shiraz and a fag?"
She smiled, taking the cigarette from her mouth before turning her head towards me. "It's heavenly," she replied softy. "Especially when you've drunk as much as I have tonight." She chuckled.
I held my breath, gazing at her steadily, meeting her eyes and never looking away.
"Show me."
She looked at me intently, before pushing off the wall and placing the cigarette between her two fingers, her eyes never leaving mine as she lifted it slowly up to my lips.
The world seemed go quiet and still around us, but for the faint murmur of T-Rex coming through the walls of the club.
My mouth watered, my eyes suddenly feeling heavy as they locked with hers, and carefully I took a short drag, before exploding into a coughing fit. She laughed at me fondly.
"Not getting the charm there," I spluttered, struggling not to giggle myself, such was her hysterics. She always had the most infectious laugh.
"I'm sorry," she cackled, almost bent over double from the laughter. "Your face..." Her features crumpled again as she leant back against the wall for support.
"I'm glad you find my suffering so amusing," I said, attempting to sound disapproving but breaking out into a grin half way through. "It's safe to say that you've not won me over at all with that one." I drained the rest of the wine in my glass and placed it on the little half-wall across from us as she stood straighter, inhaling deeply the last of her cigarette before tossing it on the ground and stamping it out with the ball of her foot.
The wild winds blow
Upon your frozen cheeks
The way you flip your hip
It always makes me weak
"Here," she said pointedly, and I barely had time to look up before she was kissing me, her fingers pressed firmly against the back of my neck as she pulled me close towards her.
My world stopped, and I was frozen in place as I experienced for the first time her lips mingling with mine, a sensation that I had so often imagined but never dreamt of actually happening. Her body pressed closer towards mine, turning me so that I was pressed against the wall of the club, and I whimpered involuntarily as she gently pushed her tongue inside my mouth, allowing me to taste just the combination of flavours she wanted me to.
Then the shock was over, and I was responding hungrily, my fingers tangling in her hair and my body pressing as close as possible, desperate to feel her against me, to be consumed by her. Her hands wandered down my sides before reaching round to grasp my arse, pulling my hips towards her's so that they ground together torturously. I pulled at her bottom lip with my teeth, leading to a low, guttural moan escaping her and shooting straight through my stomach to my core.
"I see what you mean now," I murmured against her lips, feeling her chest rise and fall erratically in unison with mine, her breaths hot and sharp against my skin.
She let out a shaky breath, a slight grin on her lips as she placed a wet, open-mouthed kiss on my own, her fingers gliding slowly down my arm and interlinking her fingers with mine before pulling with her around to the back of the club, away from any chance of prying eyes.
Her hands were all over me then, pushing up underneath the silk of my blouse to graze bare skin as our kisses became biting and fierce. My arms were wrapped firm around her shoulders, pulling her close so that I could feel every inch of her pressed against me, yet still I was desperate for more. My head was spinning, my breathing irregular, my skin on fire as I felt her overwhelm my every sense, her lips moving to my throat, placing rough kisses there and making me cry out with pleasure as her teeth grazed against the sensitive skin.
Her mouth moved lower, kissing and nibbling as she went along, and soon she was unbuttoning my blouse, her tongue running across the curve of my breast before continuing, moving ever closer to my nipples. Meanwhile, my hands were making their way down her spine, daring to delve beneath her waistband and cupping the bare skin there, only slightly covered by her lacy underwear that I found myself dying to get beneath, leading her to gasp against my skin, humming in response as she fastened her mouth around my right nipple, twirling her tongue around it in a way that almost made me scream.
As if in response to my actions, I found that her fingers were now fumbling drunkenly with the top button of my trousers, and I rolled my hips towards her in encouragement whilst simultaneously mirroring her movements. She kissed her way back up my neck, recapturing my lips as she ran her cool fingers across the fabric of my underwear, leading me to gasp as she felt the wetness there.
I felt her chuckle against my lips. "You really want me," she said cockily, in between kisses.
"I don't hear any complaints," I replied, biting down just that little bit harder on her bottom lip and thrusting my hand straight down underneath her knickers, feeling her heat and groaning at the sensation as she drew in a sharp breath and bucked her hips against my hand. A shiver ran right through me, the excitement of for the very first time dipping a finger into her and feeling her hot and ready for me, soft around my fingers in a way which made my mouth water, and my breathing go shallow in unison with hers.
She repeated the movement, and soon we were reduced to a rutting, quivering mess, me with one leg hooked around hers, jerking against one another's hands as we kissed with such force I was certain I could taste blood. Soon, my vision was flashing and fading to black as I reached the edge, and all I needed was one final brush of my clit to finish me off, crying out as I came and quickening my wrist movements as she did the same. Her lips faltered against mine, slack as we both finished and felt exhilaration like never before.
After moments of recovery, I felt her fingers retreating from me, though her lips still brushed mine, and soon we were simply leant against one another, occasionally dipping in for another kiss or embrace, revelling in our post-coital exhaustion and the relief we both felt at the built up tension, finally satisfied.
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I don't know how I managed to get home, but the first thing I felt the next morning was a pain so severe, I thought my head was about to explode, followed closely by dizziness and urgently rising bile in my throat, causing me to leap out of bed and into the bathroom just in time to crash down onto my knees and throw up violently in the toilet. My stomach felt as though it were turning summersaults, my head spinning as though I was on a boat in stormy weather and my limbs jerking violently as I trembled in pain. I rested the side of my cheek against the toilet seat, too fatigued to keep my head up and feeling too ill to go back and lie down in bed. My stomach rolled and growled, until all I could do was dry-heave, my stomach so completely emptied that there was nothing left for it to propel out.
Eventually, I managed to stumble shakily to my feet, clinging onto the side of the bath for support, regret lacing my every movement as I tasted the aftermath of such a heavy night on my lips, wine mixed with bile and tequila and... was that a hint of tobacco?
I bit back another wave of nausea washing over me, instead turning on the cold tap and rinsing my mouth out in the sink. I felt disgusting, sweaty, dirty, and thought about taking a shower, but couldn't face the heat of it just yet. I just needed sleep.
Then I saw my reflection in the mirror above the bathroom counter.
I had expected to look rough, to have dark circles under my eyes, lipstick smeared down my chin and hair stood out on end. I had expected the green tinge to my skin and the goosebumps lining my flesh. What I did not expect, however, was the dark purple blotches which marked my neck, my shoulders, my breasts. A long line of them, running from behind my left earlobe to my collarbone, then scattered haphazardly across my shoulders and chest. Looking down, I saw how my right nipple was swollen and red, bordering on bleeding from the force of her lips and teeth - not that I remembered as much, at the time. All I could recall was her lifting the cigarette to my lips, the beating of my heart as she met my eyes, and the sensation of her lips meeting mine in order for me to sample the delectable combination of Shiraz and tobacco that she so often spoke about.
My first reaction was panic. How in God's name was I supposed to hide this? I looked as though I had been beaten up, strangled, battered - how on earth could I possibly explain that to my mother, never mind people at school? And then there was the regret; our relationship was precious, and what would this do to us? Had we ruined ourselves forever? I certainly hoped not.
As if in sync with my thoughts, the telephone rang downstairs, and I quickly rushed back into my bedroom to cover myself in a blanket so that I could answer it. Looking at my watch, it was just 6am, and so my parents would not yet be awake, and there was only one person who could possibly be calling at this hour.
"What on earth have you done to me?" I hissed down the receiver, my blanket lifted above my head and wrapped tightly around me for fear that my parents should for some reason appear.
"I was about to ask you the same question," she replied, but amusement laced her voice, a far cry from my blind fury and panic.
"I look like I've been beaten up, for heaven's sake! How am I going to hide this from my parents? And at school?"
"Oh relax," she chuckled. "Just put a bit of concealer over it and wear a scarf for a few days. You'll be fine."
"I will not!" I raised my voice, my stomach immediately jolting in fear that I would wake my parents. "You're an animal!" I said, more quietly.
She laughed in a way which both soothed me and made my blood boil. "I can assure you that you gave as good as you got."
"No I didn't!" I said back quickly, before hesitating. "Wait, did I? Do you remember everything?"
"Of course! Do you not?"
"No," I said slowly. Oh shit.
She laughed again. "Now who's the lightweight?"
"Ugh, go fuck yourself!" I snapped, furious that she wasn't taking this seriously enough.
"I think you took care of that one."
"This is serious! There's no way I can... Hang on, what?"
She chuckled heartily. "No chance I'm elaborating on that one."
I started to protest, but then realised it wasn't worth it. I took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," I said quietly. "Forgive me. Oh, I feel so ill," I groaned, sliding down the wall next to the table where the phone was placed.
"That makes two of us," she said sympathetically. "Have a nice sweet cup of tea and some dry toast, that should sort you out."
I murmured my thanks, closing my eyes against the blinding pain in my head.
"And I'm sorry too," she said, after hesitating. "I shouldn't have… We were very drunk." She laughed nervously.
"Don't worry about it," I replied, resting my forehead on my knees. "It's all in the past now. Well it will be once I get rid of these bloody hickies."
I heard her smiling in response. "Yes. It probably shouldn't happen again…" She trailed off, almost as though she were questioning her words.
"I think you're right."
There was a half awkward silence for a few moments, both of us unsure of where to go next, contemplating the night before.
"Well, I suppose I'll see you tomorrow then."
"Yeah, see you," she replied quietly, stifling a yawn.
I replaced the receiver on the table, and crawled my way back to bed.
A/N: I've been really nervous about posting this chapters, so please do let me know your thoughts - it helps keep me motivated! More next Wednesday :)