SomethingEsoteric
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Sep 5, 2013
- Location
- Canada
Tamera didn’t really know what love was all about, outside of what TV, movies and music told her but what TV’s, movies and music told her seemed like an utter lie, seemed like something that wasn’t for her – she didn’t see many lesbians there either. Tamera had a beautiful example of what love was really about around her whenever she was home but in a way she almost… looked passed it. Sometimes she felt like what mom and dad had was cheap and too good to be true so clearly it wasn’t, clearly it was a farce, clearly it was just… smoke and mirrors for the kids. Mom and dad were broke, better than they were then but still a long way off of wealth – house poor. They’d moved out of the old neighborhood and into the border of the burbs, a nice bungalow with a garage and two care drive way, it even had a pool – just needed a liner and some new plumbing… not that they’d ever gotten around to that. Mom and dad were high school sweet hearts, Tamera their first of three mistakes that ended up being their biggest blessings they said. She was sure her youngest sibling wasn’t a mistake like they said but heaven forbid they leave little bobby out, she knew for a fact Tommy the middle child was – she still remembered the argument of where he was going to sleep and how mom wouldn’t be able to finish school and all the other conversations that had come and went with the simple explanation Well Tami-baby, you’re going to be a big sister.
They weren’t the best parents any kid could ever ask for – but they always did the best they could, the best they could to provide in every way from love to food and clothes on their backs, even if they were from a church donation bin and later on the Sally-Anne. If Tamera had been a little less human and a little more like her parents who seemed above that she may never have wanted for anything, hell, she never needed to want for anything – all her needs were always met, she needed to want for more, that was who she was. She wanted to not share a bed with Tommy once he was too old for a crib, she wanted to have nicer clothes, she wanted to have the cool things other kids had, she wanted to have her lips on the lips of another girl, she wanted other kids to be okay with that. All the while her parents had their peaceful smiles and their peaceful ways of pacifying her, had their over encumbered sighs and the shrugs that came after, told her God only gives us what we can handle Tami-girl, everything else we put on our on plate. or We’ll get by, don’t you worry – we’ll make it work… we always do. and it was true.
Her mom and dad, no matter how rough things got – always had a smile on their faces and when they didn’t the smile wasn’t far away… and Tamera just… when she wasn’t with them she had to feel it was fake, either it was fake or she didn’t ever get to be that, she didn’t ever get to have that, maybe because she was gay, maybe because she lacked what they did in the fiber of her character, maybe because she just… because she wanted more? She didn’t want to be happy and broke, happy but broke, she wanted nice things and she didn’t want to fear buying new things because they’d get broke or she couldn’t pay the bills if she did or they may get stolen, lost, all of the above and beyond. Tamera just… maybe it was her jealousy in the end of it all, or her fear, or any number of things that kept her from even trying for it; more likely than not fear. She’d seen the way people treated Heidi for being gay, what had happened to Heidi’s cousin, what happened to other girls in the city who’d come out – hell, she’d never even come out and even she caught a few hits for hanging out with girls who liked girls, her fair share of hate for who she may or may not love.
Everybody else got nice things, her parents got love, she chose the nice things first and decided love wasn’t for her, it was a price she didn’t want to pay even if she took all of it she could get from them… Tamera decided her parents got love because they never wanted nice things. She swore she’d never be them, she’d never have kids, she’d never have a stupid smile on her face with negatives in the bank account, she’d never want for anything again, she decided all this with the first breath of luxury she’d taken within St. Marriott’s and soon after her impressions of a lot changed in the process of deciding just how she’d get it. The gay girls were usually the ones getting ridiculed, the gay girls were usually there by the skin of their teeth or surrounded by those who were, the gay girls didn’t have what she wanted so she didn’t have time for them. She found herself surrounded by the rich ones on a suggested air alone; she seemed like them so she was one of them just as quick.
Something like that… that’s how she saw it at least. Mom and dad were the best, mom and dad always gave her what she needed to hear and needed to have – rarely what she wanted and away from the flock, away from their guidance, she wanted for too much. She didn’t care about love because love wouldn’t pay the bills and mom and dad couldn’t forever, she wasn’t sure she deserved it or could hope for it because she saw the glaring differences between her, mom and dad and when that thought process cut her she decided what mom and dad had was fake anyway. Check.
At the end of the day… it was all to protect herself, protect Tamera from what? –she didn’t really know. Protect her from desperation, from the desperate voice in her that screamed out for all the things she’d never got to have, all the things she’d do anything to enjoy, from all the things her parents told her didn’t matter, at the end of the day she was still that 16 year old girl rebelling against her parents for the sake of doing so, stealing twenty bucks out of the jar of change so she could pay for her and Heidi to have lunch after Heidi paid for the last three years, just so she could, maybe just tired of feeling like she owed something, maybe just feeling like she could finally call the shots, maybe… maybe just to feel something new. Mom, Heidi is going to St. Marriott’s – can’t I too? … we’ll make it work Tami-baby, promise.
Her eyes peeled open with a sniff, eyes rolling in her head till the strong scent of sex hit her and with it reality. She felt a weight on her side and discovered an arm in its place, she felt heat on her back and knew it quickly to be the woman she’d spent the night with, the full breadth of what they’d done coming to her from tip to tail, a little itchy soreness between her cheeks and another soreness not far from them, swollen and rubbed raw. “Hnngff… fahk…” she murmured groggily, nowhere near as graceful as her counterpart in the first moments of consciousness but it was starting to set in. She’d had sex with Sera, lots and lots of lesbian sex with Sera, she’d blown off all her friends, they’d want a story, she’d indulged in her secrets and the wants around them, she’d chastised and betrayed herself, let her deepest darkest naughty bits run wild… and she’d loved every single second… she’d loved every single second and she was terrified to give another. In a jolt Tamera scrambled out of the bed looking down on the mattress and the beautiful woman in a heap atop it. Looked down at herself, pulled down her bra with a wince and her skirt just after, legs wobbling beneath her, threatening to collapse as she stumbled forward and nearly hit the bed post on her way by. Tami quickly scooped her shirt off the floor and broke into the living room still in a shambling mess. God damn Sera, she thought, hissing as she looked at the shirt in the light of the living room, the only buttons that remained were the few she’d left undone to show off a little chest for posterity.
Fucking shit cock sucking son of a whore! –she couldn’t walk the halls like this! She stunk of sex and looked like a hot ass mess of a prostitute, she knew she did, there was nothing even remotely acceptable about any of this! Frantically she looked around for a solution as she buttoned the top three buttons of her blouse, the rest hanging open over her stomach. Otherwise unceremoniously there from a hook just out of reach hung a school jacket but in this moment – to Tamera it may as well have been a burning bush, may as well have been a parting sea, fucking irrefutable proof there was something out there and it was totally copasetic when it came to her slinking away like a thief in the night even if she wasn’t as far above reproach as she could hope for reeking of sex and deviancy, not looking far off either with her hair a mess, lip-gloss smeared across her cheek, makeup a mess… whatever, the buttons clasped just high enough that you couldn’t even tell all those below on her blouse had been popped out of their stitches, the rest of her would hopefully be missed between the time of night and the fact that while she thought she was the center of the universe and the forefront of the minds of all those who saw her… really, at 1AM on a Friday night – nobody gave a shit about anyone but themselves in the top three floors.
Feeling more and more like that thief in the night Tamera left Sera’s room, careful to quietly close the door behind her – cursing the creaking hinge, the door’s mechanism clicking shut may as well have been a damned gunshot it sounded so loud to her in her hyper aware state. She groaned and huddled into herself with her head hung quickly walking across the hall and toward the stairs not even daring to get caught in the elevator with someone smelling and looking like she did, they would have to know, everyone had to know, there would be no doubt in anyone’s mind! Tamera didn’t see anyone but then, she was too busy hiding to look, she may very well have been alone but it still felt like a thousand and one eyes were on her, a thousand and one biting rumours were being weaved, insults registering and awaiting the wings of regurgitation to see them to purpose. The walk of shame, more like sprint, took her at the fastest pace she could manage without drawing any more attention to herself – to the showers on her floor.
She quickly disposed of the evidence, her skirt, torn shirt and the jacket all stripped inside the shower, kicked to the side of the drain after she’d soaked them – like she thought someone may smell them and know, like somehow that someone could possibly link the clothes back to her and suddenly everything would come crashing down – how could she be so stupid to have let that happen?! –and why was her swollen sore and over-sensitive clit hammering and demanding attention as she furiously washed herself off, washed her fingers, her mouth out with her hand, her shoulders, her body, between her legs, between her ass cheeks, everywhere Sera had touched her or could have possibly was given a full and entirely thorough scrub with her hands and nails – without a doubt obsessive to the point of unhealthiness, she just wanted it all off her, from the smell to the act to how much she’d loved every last fleeting second of it even now.
Wrapped in three towels, one around her hair, the other around her bust and hips and the third over her shoulders she snuck much the same as before toward her room – disposing of the clothes she’d stolen in the laundry chute, they were all ruined by the filth she’d participated in, she couldn’t even fathom holding on to him, couldn’t fathom the night, couldn’t fathom what was next, just… couldn’t fathom what she would do if anyone, any one person, knew.
It was that fear that kept her up nearly to sunrise before her eyes finally glued shut and her breathing matched that of the girl across her room fast asleep, made her stop thinking about how Jessica probably knew what she was doing when she’d been sleeping the whole damn time.
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Heidi couldn’t help but let her straight face turn to genuine, genuinely touched smile. Kat was too kind, Kat was too lovely, Kat was too much and gosh darnit she had too much reserve! She was sure the potion wasn’t working like it should but she was just as sure Kat was still on course, just not quite to her design… that was okay though… right? At least she was kind enough to let the night go as it would, to let Heidi and her play it by ear, give her the chance to impress her, give her the chance to… well, Kat just seemed genuinely excited, she didn’t seem burdened by Heidi, she didn’t seem burdened by the idea of them spending time together… she didn’t seem like any of her fears realized even with her fearfully failing potion.
Growing up in the Pryzbylewski house had been hard for Heidi, she didn’t know what it was like to have real friends and didn’t much know what it was like to have real family by all rights. Heidi’s life lessons were taught to her by the help not by the parents, her best friends in her early years were paid employees of the family and their kids if they were allowed to bring them to the home with them, which was rare if at all. Heidi still remembered the day they fired Isabel, the woman that taught her about the birds and the bees, about affection, about the body – the same woman that taught her sister, the nanny that changed her life, that made her start to care so much more for the words, voice, form of a woman than anything any man had to offer, the woman who embraced and nurtured who she was even when who she was wasn’t the best, even when who she was-was every emotion in her range all at once or quick successions, Isabel was a maple-skinned goddess with the kindest eyes and softest most eloquent smile… well, everyone seemed beautiful in hindsight when they were taken from you.
When the doctor put a name on what Heidi was, mom quit her job – no need for a nanny, no need for Isabel… and Heidi’s child hood came to a none-too-late close… she finally felt the depressive side of manic-depressive. She’d kicked and screamed, she’d rebelled, she’d stopped doing everything Isabel coddled her toward doing, she didn’t bathe, didn’t eat, didn’t do her homework or go to bed in time, she didn’t even change her clothes for a full eight days till Isabel came to receive her last pay and saw… maybe if she hadn’t Heidi would of went on like that even longer but that wasn’t the point. Mom and dad didn’t even notice till Isabel pointed it out just how upset she’d been. Heidi’s parents didn’t love Heidi or her sister, or her late brother – they loved the idea of them, they loved the idea of children and the fact that all the other rich families had those toys so they needed them too – just like their three piece suits, pear strands and fast imported cars. Mr. and Mrs. Pryzbylewski had kids because everyone else was doing it.
Heidi didn’t want lovers because everyone else was doing it, she wanted lovers because Isabel told her one day she’d fall in love and it would be the most magical, wonderful, spellbinding experience ever to come to her, to always keep her head up because if she let it down even for a second they may just go and walk on by, the love of her life, and she’d miss them completely – caught up on feeling low and how it could make you fixate on shoes tied too tight or not tight enough. She loved Isabel; she wished she could see her again even now.
Sera kinda looked like Isabel… Kat didn’t, but Kat looked beautiful in her own right and Heidi had kept her head up long enough not just to see her but receive the kiss on her cheek that changed everything. “… Sweet dreams Kat.” She whispered, raising her hand to touch her cheek where the ghost of two lips left a tingling warmth. –she’d forgotten all about telling her when by the time she reached her dorm room and started once again, preparing feverously right into the whee hours of the morning. –she didn’t need sleep, she had lithium for what ailed her and potions for whatever lithium, Seroquel and Xanax couldn’t fix.
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“Holy shit Tam, I think someone loves you.”
“Waaah?” a croak came from under her quilt as Tamera rose like the dead from a grave, soil cascading from pallid rigor gripped discoloured flesh or cotton and sleep from a groggy young woman – either way, either case, Tamera looked like a zombie and felt like one too.
“Seriously, what did you do last night and who is S? –they must have dropped a fortune on you! –I thought you were studying you lush.” Jessica gabbed, sticking her tongue out and winking. “Shit, there’s gotta be like… I don’t even know, I don’t think Jacquelyn could of even afforded this sort of stuff before she dropped out and like… Jacquelyn was rich as fuck! God… look at this dress!” Jessica pinched the fabric of a black dress that was terrifyingly familiar, draped over the side of her bed beside a bouqette of roses and a little letter. “Seriously though, who’s S and how come you never told me about him? –is he dreamy? –I bet he’s dreamy. GAH! You’re so lucky Tam, Kyle is the same ass he ever was, he totally blew me off for some ass holes in his frat last night meanwhile some rich bastard is buying you… everything and sending you roses and…”
Tamera just stared, face sinking, eyes wide, trying to process the sight before her, piles of boxes, the sort fancy clothes came in and the other sort that St. Marriott’s clothes did, smaller boxes she didn’t even recognize… jewellery? Her hand shot to the card, signed S… era. “Tamera, last night was incredible, let’s get together again soon.” her lips trembling as the scent of roses reached her nostrils, reason not coming with it. She’d held to her promise but why like this?! Was she trying to get her caught? Why would Sera do this to her?
“Sure does have some pretty girly hand writing though… I don’t know, maybe his like… assistant wrote it or something. He’s older right? Has to be. No guy out age could pos-… unless he’s famous or… S-S-S… hmm… Okay Tamera! –that’s enough, seriously what’s the deal?”
“I… I don’t even… I… he… He? He! –right. Ahm… a lady doesn’t kiss and t-“ Tamera was sliding out of her bed when a wince stopped her, toes curling beneath her. Her body was still less than willing, her ass not exactly sore everywhere but one particular spot itched and pinched and the rest felt raw from all the spanking, she looked over her shoulder and swore she could still see Sera’s finger’s proof in red relief over otherwise olive skin. Fuck, fuck, fuck… Jessica was broken in the head, about as stupid as her friends came – air headed and beautiful and just wealthy enough to be welcome but nothing more. It was that saving grace that kept her inconspicuous, she didn’t even need to lie, Jessica had already given her a perfect one. Still though, she was sure any of the other girls would have been far more demanding for answers and far less willing to bubble up such grandiose plots of their own. “He’s a real fucking gem…” she groaned, reaching to the hamper she kept beside her bed for a pair of track pants and a tank top. Jessica being retarded wouldn’t save her forever and wouldn’t save her for long, this had to be dealt with right away and her fear of the truth was quickly, almost ridiculously so – replaced by anger for how stupid Sera was to send all this to her room, she should have left it up to her to figure it out, to figure out how best it was to go about the exchanges, how best it was to handle any of this, if she even wanted to! (as if last night wasn’t evidence enough)
Tamera was blinded by rage, blinded by fear, blinded by paranoia and urgency to solve all this right this instant. She sprung to her feet, tossing down the card and ignoring the roses as she tied her messy mane behind her head and glared around the room. “You don’t exactly look happy Tam… li-“
“Jessica, stop talking. Now.” Tamera snipped, fingers splayed, looking around furiously still, she couldn’t have anyone else see the card, see any of it. Quickly she collected it all, every last box, dumping them carelessly into her closet and slamming the door, the card went into her drawer, the roses into her waste basket and out the door, track pants, tank top and sandals she went – looking for blood S’s.
She was so fucking stupid! Didn’t she realize how important this was? Didn’t she realize she was fucking with her life? Didn’t Sera realize that if anything had been different, if any one thing out of line, if any one of the caniving bitches just like Tamera who she surrounded herself with who just like Tamera loved to see one and other crash and fucking burn got wind of this they would do everything in their power not only to find out who would ever buy her something like all that let alone make such a bold powerful statement and in turn do everything they could t-. She could have screamed there marching through the halls like a woman possessed, like she was ready to run chow chows through cheese graters, a furious knock on Sera’s door yielded no results – a young woman, a freshie who’d tried to weasel her way into Tamera’s crew offering in a sheepish little warble “I think she’s out on the grounds Tamera…” Tamera in turn only snarling at her and continuing her quest for blood.
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Her room was perfectly spotless, her outfit once again picked out, a picnic basket prepared and a concoction just for Kat snuggled safely inside. Heidi once again was ready, take two, one, two, three, four, one, two, three, four. It was early, one, two, three, four, she didn’t care, one, two, three, four, she’d spend all night obsessive and fixated, one, two, three, four, all night working out every last detail that would surely be blown to pieces in the event of any one of many more variables she could never account for, one, two, three, four, her fingers were growing sore and aching from all the counting, one, two, three, four, she could only drum them on her leg for so long, one, two, three, four, it may have still been early, but Heidi hoped that was acceptable, one, two, three, four, so she knocked – one knock, two knocks, three knocks, four.
Heidi stood at this is me in an outfit she hoped desperately was up to snuff with the one from yesterday but was sure didn’t quite make the grade. She’d matched the canary fingernail polish to a pair of rubber rain boots to account for the crisp fall morning that was sure to coat the forest they would be walking through in a blanket of frost and dew, thick woolen socks scrunched and bunched at the loose mouth of either. Her thin legs were hugged by a pair of white stockings and teased by the draping short hem of a black skirt with many tiny white hearts in a cross hatched pattern. The dress appeared more as a riskay skirt after some planning on her part, she wore a belt around her waist and bunched the dress inside it, a grey knit sweater keeping her upper body nice and warm, this one her own, not repurposed from a taller woman’s wardrobe like the tops from yesterday and it fit her just right, a little swell at her chest on either side of its low neck, each of her wrists sporting folded cuffs from a blouse beneath much like the collar smoothed and ironed around her neck and down to the small tease of cleavage she didn’t really have to show off in the first place. Once again she’d gone with her stand-by staple pearls, twice looped around her neck, in her ears, around her wrist and in her hair… all she was missing was a little more yellow, and so, a small ribbon was tied to a bow and in a last minute effort she’d broken out her hot glue gun and a few pins. A ribbon on her right breast over the school’s emblum on her sweater, and her pearl hair clips swapped out for two ribbons of the same variety to tie her hair into innocent little choppy pig tails… so maybe it would make the grade… maybe it would be a little too over the top. –the first crippling hope of the day that had nearly kept her from walking out her door.
“K-kat?” she called into the door after her knock without answer, “I know it’s a little early but I thought that may be okay?” hoped…
They weren’t the best parents any kid could ever ask for – but they always did the best they could, the best they could to provide in every way from love to food and clothes on their backs, even if they were from a church donation bin and later on the Sally-Anne. If Tamera had been a little less human and a little more like her parents who seemed above that she may never have wanted for anything, hell, she never needed to want for anything – all her needs were always met, she needed to want for more, that was who she was. She wanted to not share a bed with Tommy once he was too old for a crib, she wanted to have nicer clothes, she wanted to have the cool things other kids had, she wanted to have her lips on the lips of another girl, she wanted other kids to be okay with that. All the while her parents had their peaceful smiles and their peaceful ways of pacifying her, had their over encumbered sighs and the shrugs that came after, told her God only gives us what we can handle Tami-girl, everything else we put on our on plate. or We’ll get by, don’t you worry – we’ll make it work… we always do. and it was true.
Her mom and dad, no matter how rough things got – always had a smile on their faces and when they didn’t the smile wasn’t far away… and Tamera just… when she wasn’t with them she had to feel it was fake, either it was fake or she didn’t ever get to be that, she didn’t ever get to have that, maybe because she was gay, maybe because she lacked what they did in the fiber of her character, maybe because she just… because she wanted more? She didn’t want to be happy and broke, happy but broke, she wanted nice things and she didn’t want to fear buying new things because they’d get broke or she couldn’t pay the bills if she did or they may get stolen, lost, all of the above and beyond. Tamera just… maybe it was her jealousy in the end of it all, or her fear, or any number of things that kept her from even trying for it; more likely than not fear. She’d seen the way people treated Heidi for being gay, what had happened to Heidi’s cousin, what happened to other girls in the city who’d come out – hell, she’d never even come out and even she caught a few hits for hanging out with girls who liked girls, her fair share of hate for who she may or may not love.
Everybody else got nice things, her parents got love, she chose the nice things first and decided love wasn’t for her, it was a price she didn’t want to pay even if she took all of it she could get from them… Tamera decided her parents got love because they never wanted nice things. She swore she’d never be them, she’d never have kids, she’d never have a stupid smile on her face with negatives in the bank account, she’d never want for anything again, she decided all this with the first breath of luxury she’d taken within St. Marriott’s and soon after her impressions of a lot changed in the process of deciding just how she’d get it. The gay girls were usually the ones getting ridiculed, the gay girls were usually there by the skin of their teeth or surrounded by those who were, the gay girls didn’t have what she wanted so she didn’t have time for them. She found herself surrounded by the rich ones on a suggested air alone; she seemed like them so she was one of them just as quick.
Something like that… that’s how she saw it at least. Mom and dad were the best, mom and dad always gave her what she needed to hear and needed to have – rarely what she wanted and away from the flock, away from their guidance, she wanted for too much. She didn’t care about love because love wouldn’t pay the bills and mom and dad couldn’t forever, she wasn’t sure she deserved it or could hope for it because she saw the glaring differences between her, mom and dad and when that thought process cut her she decided what mom and dad had was fake anyway. Check.
At the end of the day… it was all to protect herself, protect Tamera from what? –she didn’t really know. Protect her from desperation, from the desperate voice in her that screamed out for all the things she’d never got to have, all the things she’d do anything to enjoy, from all the things her parents told her didn’t matter, at the end of the day she was still that 16 year old girl rebelling against her parents for the sake of doing so, stealing twenty bucks out of the jar of change so she could pay for her and Heidi to have lunch after Heidi paid for the last three years, just so she could, maybe just tired of feeling like she owed something, maybe just feeling like she could finally call the shots, maybe… maybe just to feel something new. Mom, Heidi is going to St. Marriott’s – can’t I too? … we’ll make it work Tami-baby, promise.
Her eyes peeled open with a sniff, eyes rolling in her head till the strong scent of sex hit her and with it reality. She felt a weight on her side and discovered an arm in its place, she felt heat on her back and knew it quickly to be the woman she’d spent the night with, the full breadth of what they’d done coming to her from tip to tail, a little itchy soreness between her cheeks and another soreness not far from them, swollen and rubbed raw. “Hnngff… fahk…” she murmured groggily, nowhere near as graceful as her counterpart in the first moments of consciousness but it was starting to set in. She’d had sex with Sera, lots and lots of lesbian sex with Sera, she’d blown off all her friends, they’d want a story, she’d indulged in her secrets and the wants around them, she’d chastised and betrayed herself, let her deepest darkest naughty bits run wild… and she’d loved every single second… she’d loved every single second and she was terrified to give another. In a jolt Tamera scrambled out of the bed looking down on the mattress and the beautiful woman in a heap atop it. Looked down at herself, pulled down her bra with a wince and her skirt just after, legs wobbling beneath her, threatening to collapse as she stumbled forward and nearly hit the bed post on her way by. Tami quickly scooped her shirt off the floor and broke into the living room still in a shambling mess. God damn Sera, she thought, hissing as she looked at the shirt in the light of the living room, the only buttons that remained were the few she’d left undone to show off a little chest for posterity.
Fucking shit cock sucking son of a whore! –she couldn’t walk the halls like this! She stunk of sex and looked like a hot ass mess of a prostitute, she knew she did, there was nothing even remotely acceptable about any of this! Frantically she looked around for a solution as she buttoned the top three buttons of her blouse, the rest hanging open over her stomach. Otherwise unceremoniously there from a hook just out of reach hung a school jacket but in this moment – to Tamera it may as well have been a burning bush, may as well have been a parting sea, fucking irrefutable proof there was something out there and it was totally copasetic when it came to her slinking away like a thief in the night even if she wasn’t as far above reproach as she could hope for reeking of sex and deviancy, not looking far off either with her hair a mess, lip-gloss smeared across her cheek, makeup a mess… whatever, the buttons clasped just high enough that you couldn’t even tell all those below on her blouse had been popped out of their stitches, the rest of her would hopefully be missed between the time of night and the fact that while she thought she was the center of the universe and the forefront of the minds of all those who saw her… really, at 1AM on a Friday night – nobody gave a shit about anyone but themselves in the top three floors.
Feeling more and more like that thief in the night Tamera left Sera’s room, careful to quietly close the door behind her – cursing the creaking hinge, the door’s mechanism clicking shut may as well have been a damned gunshot it sounded so loud to her in her hyper aware state. She groaned and huddled into herself with her head hung quickly walking across the hall and toward the stairs not even daring to get caught in the elevator with someone smelling and looking like she did, they would have to know, everyone had to know, there would be no doubt in anyone’s mind! Tamera didn’t see anyone but then, she was too busy hiding to look, she may very well have been alone but it still felt like a thousand and one eyes were on her, a thousand and one biting rumours were being weaved, insults registering and awaiting the wings of regurgitation to see them to purpose. The walk of shame, more like sprint, took her at the fastest pace she could manage without drawing any more attention to herself – to the showers on her floor.
She quickly disposed of the evidence, her skirt, torn shirt and the jacket all stripped inside the shower, kicked to the side of the drain after she’d soaked them – like she thought someone may smell them and know, like somehow that someone could possibly link the clothes back to her and suddenly everything would come crashing down – how could she be so stupid to have let that happen?! –and why was her swollen sore and over-sensitive clit hammering and demanding attention as she furiously washed herself off, washed her fingers, her mouth out with her hand, her shoulders, her body, between her legs, between her ass cheeks, everywhere Sera had touched her or could have possibly was given a full and entirely thorough scrub with her hands and nails – without a doubt obsessive to the point of unhealthiness, she just wanted it all off her, from the smell to the act to how much she’d loved every last fleeting second of it even now.
Wrapped in three towels, one around her hair, the other around her bust and hips and the third over her shoulders she snuck much the same as before toward her room – disposing of the clothes she’d stolen in the laundry chute, they were all ruined by the filth she’d participated in, she couldn’t even fathom holding on to him, couldn’t fathom the night, couldn’t fathom what was next, just… couldn’t fathom what she would do if anyone, any one person, knew.
It was that fear that kept her up nearly to sunrise before her eyes finally glued shut and her breathing matched that of the girl across her room fast asleep, made her stop thinking about how Jessica probably knew what she was doing when she’d been sleeping the whole damn time.
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Heidi couldn’t help but let her straight face turn to genuine, genuinely touched smile. Kat was too kind, Kat was too lovely, Kat was too much and gosh darnit she had too much reserve! She was sure the potion wasn’t working like it should but she was just as sure Kat was still on course, just not quite to her design… that was okay though… right? At least she was kind enough to let the night go as it would, to let Heidi and her play it by ear, give her the chance to impress her, give her the chance to… well, Kat just seemed genuinely excited, she didn’t seem burdened by Heidi, she didn’t seem burdened by the idea of them spending time together… she didn’t seem like any of her fears realized even with her fearfully failing potion.
Growing up in the Pryzbylewski house had been hard for Heidi, she didn’t know what it was like to have real friends and didn’t much know what it was like to have real family by all rights. Heidi’s life lessons were taught to her by the help not by the parents, her best friends in her early years were paid employees of the family and their kids if they were allowed to bring them to the home with them, which was rare if at all. Heidi still remembered the day they fired Isabel, the woman that taught her about the birds and the bees, about affection, about the body – the same woman that taught her sister, the nanny that changed her life, that made her start to care so much more for the words, voice, form of a woman than anything any man had to offer, the woman who embraced and nurtured who she was even when who she was wasn’t the best, even when who she was-was every emotion in her range all at once or quick successions, Isabel was a maple-skinned goddess with the kindest eyes and softest most eloquent smile… well, everyone seemed beautiful in hindsight when they were taken from you.
When the doctor put a name on what Heidi was, mom quit her job – no need for a nanny, no need for Isabel… and Heidi’s child hood came to a none-too-late close… she finally felt the depressive side of manic-depressive. She’d kicked and screamed, she’d rebelled, she’d stopped doing everything Isabel coddled her toward doing, she didn’t bathe, didn’t eat, didn’t do her homework or go to bed in time, she didn’t even change her clothes for a full eight days till Isabel came to receive her last pay and saw… maybe if she hadn’t Heidi would of went on like that even longer but that wasn’t the point. Mom and dad didn’t even notice till Isabel pointed it out just how upset she’d been. Heidi’s parents didn’t love Heidi or her sister, or her late brother – they loved the idea of them, they loved the idea of children and the fact that all the other rich families had those toys so they needed them too – just like their three piece suits, pear strands and fast imported cars. Mr. and Mrs. Pryzbylewski had kids because everyone else was doing it.
Heidi didn’t want lovers because everyone else was doing it, she wanted lovers because Isabel told her one day she’d fall in love and it would be the most magical, wonderful, spellbinding experience ever to come to her, to always keep her head up because if she let it down even for a second they may just go and walk on by, the love of her life, and she’d miss them completely – caught up on feeling low and how it could make you fixate on shoes tied too tight or not tight enough. She loved Isabel; she wished she could see her again even now.
Sera kinda looked like Isabel… Kat didn’t, but Kat looked beautiful in her own right and Heidi had kept her head up long enough not just to see her but receive the kiss on her cheek that changed everything. “… Sweet dreams Kat.” She whispered, raising her hand to touch her cheek where the ghost of two lips left a tingling warmth. –she’d forgotten all about telling her when by the time she reached her dorm room and started once again, preparing feverously right into the whee hours of the morning. –she didn’t need sleep, she had lithium for what ailed her and potions for whatever lithium, Seroquel and Xanax couldn’t fix.
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“Holy shit Tam, I think someone loves you.”
“Waaah?” a croak came from under her quilt as Tamera rose like the dead from a grave, soil cascading from pallid rigor gripped discoloured flesh or cotton and sleep from a groggy young woman – either way, either case, Tamera looked like a zombie and felt like one too.
“Seriously, what did you do last night and who is S? –they must have dropped a fortune on you! –I thought you were studying you lush.” Jessica gabbed, sticking her tongue out and winking. “Shit, there’s gotta be like… I don’t even know, I don’t think Jacquelyn could of even afforded this sort of stuff before she dropped out and like… Jacquelyn was rich as fuck! God… look at this dress!” Jessica pinched the fabric of a black dress that was terrifyingly familiar, draped over the side of her bed beside a bouqette of roses and a little letter. “Seriously though, who’s S and how come you never told me about him? –is he dreamy? –I bet he’s dreamy. GAH! You’re so lucky Tam, Kyle is the same ass he ever was, he totally blew me off for some ass holes in his frat last night meanwhile some rich bastard is buying you… everything and sending you roses and…”
Tamera just stared, face sinking, eyes wide, trying to process the sight before her, piles of boxes, the sort fancy clothes came in and the other sort that St. Marriott’s clothes did, smaller boxes she didn’t even recognize… jewellery? Her hand shot to the card, signed S… era. “Tamera, last night was incredible, let’s get together again soon.” her lips trembling as the scent of roses reached her nostrils, reason not coming with it. She’d held to her promise but why like this?! Was she trying to get her caught? Why would Sera do this to her?
“Sure does have some pretty girly hand writing though… I don’t know, maybe his like… assistant wrote it or something. He’s older right? Has to be. No guy out age could pos-… unless he’s famous or… S-S-S… hmm… Okay Tamera! –that’s enough, seriously what’s the deal?”
“I… I don’t even… I… he… He? He! –right. Ahm… a lady doesn’t kiss and t-“ Tamera was sliding out of her bed when a wince stopped her, toes curling beneath her. Her body was still less than willing, her ass not exactly sore everywhere but one particular spot itched and pinched and the rest felt raw from all the spanking, she looked over her shoulder and swore she could still see Sera’s finger’s proof in red relief over otherwise olive skin. Fuck, fuck, fuck… Jessica was broken in the head, about as stupid as her friends came – air headed and beautiful and just wealthy enough to be welcome but nothing more. It was that saving grace that kept her inconspicuous, she didn’t even need to lie, Jessica had already given her a perfect one. Still though, she was sure any of the other girls would have been far more demanding for answers and far less willing to bubble up such grandiose plots of their own. “He’s a real fucking gem…” she groaned, reaching to the hamper she kept beside her bed for a pair of track pants and a tank top. Jessica being retarded wouldn’t save her forever and wouldn’t save her for long, this had to be dealt with right away and her fear of the truth was quickly, almost ridiculously so – replaced by anger for how stupid Sera was to send all this to her room, she should have left it up to her to figure it out, to figure out how best it was to go about the exchanges, how best it was to handle any of this, if she even wanted to! (as if last night wasn’t evidence enough)
Tamera was blinded by rage, blinded by fear, blinded by paranoia and urgency to solve all this right this instant. She sprung to her feet, tossing down the card and ignoring the roses as she tied her messy mane behind her head and glared around the room. “You don’t exactly look happy Tam… li-“
“Jessica, stop talking. Now.” Tamera snipped, fingers splayed, looking around furiously still, she couldn’t have anyone else see the card, see any of it. Quickly she collected it all, every last box, dumping them carelessly into her closet and slamming the door, the card went into her drawer, the roses into her waste basket and out the door, track pants, tank top and sandals she went – looking for blood S’s.
She was so fucking stupid! Didn’t she realize how important this was? Didn’t she realize she was fucking with her life? Didn’t Sera realize that if anything had been different, if any one thing out of line, if any one of the caniving bitches just like Tamera who she surrounded herself with who just like Tamera loved to see one and other crash and fucking burn got wind of this they would do everything in their power not only to find out who would ever buy her something like all that let alone make such a bold powerful statement and in turn do everything they could t-. She could have screamed there marching through the halls like a woman possessed, like she was ready to run chow chows through cheese graters, a furious knock on Sera’s door yielded no results – a young woman, a freshie who’d tried to weasel her way into Tamera’s crew offering in a sheepish little warble “I think she’s out on the grounds Tamera…” Tamera in turn only snarling at her and continuing her quest for blood.
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Her room was perfectly spotless, her outfit once again picked out, a picnic basket prepared and a concoction just for Kat snuggled safely inside. Heidi once again was ready, take two, one, two, three, four, one, two, three, four. It was early, one, two, three, four, she didn’t care, one, two, three, four, she’d spend all night obsessive and fixated, one, two, three, four, all night working out every last detail that would surely be blown to pieces in the event of any one of many more variables she could never account for, one, two, three, four, her fingers were growing sore and aching from all the counting, one, two, three, four, she could only drum them on her leg for so long, one, two, three, four, it may have still been early, but Heidi hoped that was acceptable, one, two, three, four, so she knocked – one knock, two knocks, three knocks, four.
Heidi stood at this is me in an outfit she hoped desperately was up to snuff with the one from yesterday but was sure didn’t quite make the grade. She’d matched the canary fingernail polish to a pair of rubber rain boots to account for the crisp fall morning that was sure to coat the forest they would be walking through in a blanket of frost and dew, thick woolen socks scrunched and bunched at the loose mouth of either. Her thin legs were hugged by a pair of white stockings and teased by the draping short hem of a black skirt with many tiny white hearts in a cross hatched pattern. The dress appeared more as a riskay skirt after some planning on her part, she wore a belt around her waist and bunched the dress inside it, a grey knit sweater keeping her upper body nice and warm, this one her own, not repurposed from a taller woman’s wardrobe like the tops from yesterday and it fit her just right, a little swell at her chest on either side of its low neck, each of her wrists sporting folded cuffs from a blouse beneath much like the collar smoothed and ironed around her neck and down to the small tease of cleavage she didn’t really have to show off in the first place. Once again she’d gone with her stand-by staple pearls, twice looped around her neck, in her ears, around her wrist and in her hair… all she was missing was a little more yellow, and so, a small ribbon was tied to a bow and in a last minute effort she’d broken out her hot glue gun and a few pins. A ribbon on her right breast over the school’s emblum on her sweater, and her pearl hair clips swapped out for two ribbons of the same variety to tie her hair into innocent little choppy pig tails… so maybe it would make the grade… maybe it would be a little too over the top. –the first crippling hope of the day that had nearly kept her from walking out her door.
“K-kat?” she called into the door after her knock without answer, “I know it’s a little early but I thought that may be okay?” hoped…