“Hello?”
“Yo.”
“Well, you don’t sound your normal obnoxiously happy self. What’s wrong?”
“Is it… I mean…what the fuck! Am I an ass for missing Samantha?”
”WHAT??? Ok, then! You are SO weird! You miss Samantha, so you feel like an ass? What’s your issue?!”
“Ok, I take that as a no. But I’m with Alex.”
“Yeah, for two months. And how long did you have a major crush on Sam? Maybe two YEARS?? What did Alex do now?”
”Who said she did something. At least, I don’t think she DID something. She’s talking to Andrew right now. *Privately*. I think this has something to do with the pool.”
Alex had been going to Andrew’s pool every day since summer began. She befriended a lifeguard there named Yuwana that reminded her of her ex-girlfriend Tedi, thanks to her thin beauty, Bulgarian citizenship, and of course, she was quite the femme lesbian. I knew that my not seeing Alex for a while this summer would be an issue, so I gave her permission to cheat on me with Yuwana. She refused, and insisted she had not and would not. But it was still an issue.
“You think she fucked that girl there?”
“I dunno. But somehow I’d rather they’d have fucked then ‘made love’. Because why would Alex stay with me if she loves another girl? And I love Alex.”
“Ok, don’t cry about it.”
“I don’t cry. You should know that.”
“Bullshit. Whatever, just go away for a little while. Think about Sam, if you need to. Call me later.”
“Alright, peace out.”
They walked to where I was a minute later. By this time, I was quite down. I asked them if I could meet them back at Alex’s in less than an hour, so I could walk to my school. They refused. Both remembered an incident just weeks before when the “depressive” part of my untreated bipolar issue caused me some hell. They didn’t want to leave me alone. I went anyway. They followed me for a while, and Andrew finally talked to me after Alex ran home, despondent. I sat near the school parking lot, chain-smoking like an idiot, when I heard him call, “Yulia!” Since he was the only other person I knew that called me that, and Alex had run home, I looked up and responded. I cut to the chase.
“She cheated? I won’t get pissed, just fucking tell me. It’s not the end of the world.”
“Yulia, you know the difference between love and pure sex? I know you do.”
“Yeah, except most people phrase it as ‘love and lust.’ Genius.”
“Oh just shut the hell up and listen to me.” This from a teenage femme queer. I had to smile. “She thinks Yuwana’s hot, and is confused about her. She’s attracted to her, but she *loves* you. There’s a difference, see?”
“That would be good. But I doubt it. I *know* Yuwana’s way better than I would ever be.”
“Bullshit. Even *I* like you. And I’m GAY!”
Yeah. Ok. So I went back to Alex’s house, and found a note on her door that said “I LOVE YOU YULIA!!!” I went into her room and found her clutching my…keys??? Yeah. Well. So she said they were a part of me and she thought I was suicidal. Weird. It all turned out all right. It always does.
*******
So she went to Virginia for two weeks. I know, I know, two weeks is paltry and I would see her again soon. But it was the longest I went without seeing her since I first went out with her. So I went on here in Pennsylvania, freaking out and missing her. I called her often. The day I’d see her again was a Saturday. We’d go to DorneyPark, then go to her place. When I saw her again, we literally knocked each other over and lay in the grass laughing. DorneyPark kicked ASS! But it was without compare to the events of that night. When we got home, we played poker, taking shots of Stolichanaya. When we were sufficiently buzzed, we stopped drinking. No sense in inhibiting ourselves or being more tired then we should have been.
“OK, you’re buzzed. Let’s do strip poker now.” Alex looked so beautiful, smiling as she said that. And it wasn’t the liquor talking- we both had all our sense and senses.
“My pleasure.” I dealt the cards and won the hand. “Ok, off with the shirt. But I get to take it off of you.”
“Fuck this already!” She ripped off her shirt. “To the bed!”
“Ok. But you still have to take off your shirt.”
Alex smiled at me and quickly lost all of her clothes. I lay on her bed, fully dressed in a sleeveless top and shorts, as she got her charming electric toothbrush and new vibrator.
“Forget it, Yulia, you’re not ready.”
“Yeah, I won’t be wet until I see you feeling good.”
She lay down beside me and began her regular toothbrush masturbation. For anyone
who thinks this is strange, try it. The toothbrushes that vibrate feel awesome on a clit- but you might want some cotton ball or something to pad the bristles.
I wasn’t gonna just sit there and watch- I never do. So I began rubbing circles around her sensitive nipples, watching them form into hardened shape. Alex grabbed my arm, then started sensuously stroking it as she started breathing slightly more heavily. She turned her head, and I kissed her neck gently until she turned back so we could passionately kiss until her climax. We kissed again afterward, then she lay there for a minute and whispered, “That felt so great, with you kissing me like that.” Then even quieter, “I’m gonna do you so well. You’re mine.”
With that, she climbed onto me and gently began helping me take off my clothes without even the slightest sting on my somewhat sunburned upper body. She began by kissing me until I felt weak and completely surrendered to her. She licked downward, flicking her tongue on my nipple, then moving downward to my belly button. Then lower. I was so wet, I could feel it getting rubbed onto Alex’s nipples as they brushed up against me. After licking my clit into oblivion, she quickly impaled me on the vibrator. But one orgasm wasn’t enough for me in her book. She found my G-spot in a hot second with one finger, then began licking me again while rubbing my G-spot with one finger. She took out her finger and stuck her tongue up me to get a taste, then started licking the nerve ending just north of my G-spot, with one hand on my stomach, rubbing in gentle circles. I came in no time, and she licked up as much as she could, commenting on my taste. I kissed her, tasting myself on her lips, then on her tongue when she stuck it into my mouth erotically. The rest, as the
cliché goes, is history.
*******
I see her today. Then at the shore this weekend. Then maybe a day trip to New York to see RENT- an awesome show, as I can hear from the soundtrack. But she’s headed back to Virginia. And I’ll miss her. It’s hard to have these days with her, knowing that they’ll be many hard days I’ll have to be without her. But as they say in RENT,
“There’s only us- there’s only this
Forget regret, or life is yours to miss
No other road, no other way-
NO DAY BUT TODAY!!!”
So I live the day as a gem, a sparkling entity to hold onto until it goes. Until next time, peace out.
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