Subject: New Story: Friction (F/F, semi-non cons)
From: Jessie Walker <email@example.com>
Date: 27 Jun 1999 13:09:56 -0700
This is a work of fiction. Feedback and comments always welcome. All rights reserved. Thanks-Jessie
I sit at my desk and stare out the window thinking nothing, yet find that tears are softly falling down my cheeks. I am tired. Deep down tired. I can't be here today.
I gather my stuff and walk out into the fresh air, but find little comfort in that. It is a bright sunny day, but I can only see gray hues. People are laughing and talking vibrantly all around me, but my vision is clouded. I want to push all these happy people out of my way. I want to stand on the street corner and shout, "Don't look at me, don't talk to me, and certainly don't smile at me!" Instead, I wrap my arms around me a little tighter and stare straight ahead.
I get home and close all the blinds, almost as if I can't bear even a little spark of brightness to enter my world. I sit on the couch and stare off into space, too tired to sleep, but too out of it to concentrate on anything else…. so I sit and stare. Hours pass and I am unaware of the time lost.
I hear a door open and close as if from a distance. Light suddenly floods the room bringing me out of the dark. She is standing right in front of me, her hands on her hips, her dark brown eyes gazing intensely on me.
"What are you doing?" she asks slowly.
Anger courses through my whole body. What does it matter to her what I am doing? "Leave me alone," I spit at her.
"No," she says firmly. "I live here too. Now I want to know why you are holed up in here. It was like a tomb when I walked in here."
"Well, pardon me for needing some peace and quiet, " I say smartly. I glare at her. Her face studies mine. She is puzzled. I can see that.
"Are you mad at me for some reason?" She asks.
"No," I sputter. "I just want to be alone."
"Megan, this isn't good for you. C'mon Love, let's go out and have some dinner. Maybe see a movie," Beth says holding out a hand for me to take.
"GODDAMN YOU BETH, I SAID LEAVE ME ALONE." I scream at her and slap her hand away. "I DON"T WANT TO BE WITH YOU RIGHT NOW."
She reels back as if I've just slapped her in the face. Hurt is written all over her face. I see her straighten a little. She looks at me coldly.
"OK Megan, it appears that you are going to sit around and mope and feel sorry for yourself. I would love to help you with whatever it is that is going on with you. And I know it is something. You haven't slept, you are hardly eating, and I am worried about you. But it is NOT okay to treat me like this. So I AM going to go away for awhile and when you feel like talking you better hope that I will too."
This is too much for me. I grab the nearest thing next to me, which happens to be a plastic cup, and hurl it at her. It strikes her in the chest and bounces to the floor. "I HATE YOU," I scream with all my might.
Tears form in her eyes and instantly I am sorry. I want to walk over to her and hug her. I want to feel her arms around me, holding me tightly, telling me everything will be okay. Instead, I pick up a pillow and throw it at her as well.
"I see," she says, the tears falling freely from her beautiful face. She spins on her heels and walks to the bedroom. I hear her unzipping a suitcase and opening the dresser. I imagine her putting her things in carefully and slowly, hoping that I will come stop her and beg her forgiveness. But I sit on the couch unable to make myself move to make this better. I hear her walk into the kitchen and then to the hallway and out the door. I hear her car start and drive off. I am alone, and even though the sun is shining brightly into the room now, it is still very dark for me.
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Days pass. My nights and mornings blend together. I lay in bed immobilized. The phone rings constantly and I ignore all the voices asking when I will be at work, how I am doing, heard that I was sick,--hope I feel better soon.
I am dreaming that I am in a dark cave. It is cold and damp in there and I am scared. I can find no way out. I walk in circles, bumping into sharp edges that cut me, and wonder if perhaps I am dead. I hear a voice from far away. "Megan? Megan? Are you okay?" I am relieved. It is Beth -- she has come to save me. She has found me in this monstrous cave
I feel the ground shaking and think that the cave must be crumbling. I cry out.
"MEGAN, it is me Beth. C'mon wake up," she says shaking me. I open my eyes groggily and see Beth standing above me with a worried expression on her face.
Tears flood my eyes, so happy to see her, but I cannot say these words to her. "What are you doing here?" I say with venom in my voice.
She sighs and says, "I've been getting calls about you at work. Everyone is worried about you. They asked me to check on you."
"Oh, I see. You are doing your obligation huh? Well, don't do me any favors OK?" I snap and roll over, turning my back to her. "Go away and get on with you life."
I feel her get up off the bed. I think that she is leaving-leaving me alone again. I want to call after her to stay with me-that I need her right now more than ever. But I don't. I just lay there.
I feel a hand on the middle of my back and feel a sharp stinging smack over my panties. Before I can respond, I feel another and another. I hear Beth's voice.
"Megan, I am tired of this. I LOVE you, dammit. I don't know what is wrong with you, but I am putting a stop to it right now. I won't have you shutting me out this way," she says, the hairbrush in her hand firing on my bottom time and time again.
I struggle and try to get away, but she pins my hands behind my back. She is strong. Stronger than I am. I try to kick her, hoping to get her in the head, but she spanks my thighs hard when I do this. I yelp and scream at her.
"LEAVE ME ALONE. YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT ME. WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME? I JUST WANT TO BE ALONE. FUCK YOU BETH."
She yanks down my panties and I feel the sting-burn of the hairbrush on my bare skin. I continue screaming hateful things at her, but still she spanks furiously with no rhythm or respite. The whole time she lectures.
"I KNOW you are going through a hard time. But this is when you need your friends and the people who love you-it is not a time to shut people out. Especially me. I love you and I am here for you, but you need to let me be. I know you are scared that I am going to leave you, but I am here for the long haul. Do you understand this?" She says giving me six very hard spanks to make her point and then continues the rapid-fire attack.
I howl. Tears course down my face. I can only move my head from side to side. I try to buck her hold on me, but she only spanks harder. I sob. I sob so hard, I think I might faint, but this does not stop her.
Her pace slows a little and she tells me softly, "I am going to give you 8 of the hardest ones I can give. I want you to know with each one that I am right here and that you are not alone. OK?"
She gives them hard and fast and I am beyond tears. I just lay there and let them rain down on me. I hear Beth throw the hairbrush down. I feel her release my arms. I let them drop to my sides. She turns me over, making me cry out as my red-hot bottom makes contact with the sheets.
Her deep chocolate eyes meet my sky blue ones. Her tears drip onto my face. I lift my head slightly to meet her lips. My arms encompass her body as she falls on top of me. Together, in pain, in passion, and in joy, we find each other again.
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