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It's Not the End of the World
By Tanya
Walking along a bridge overlooking the coast is the most captivating moment of my life. The air is so fresh and pure and when it caresses every inch of our body, it's almost as if we were sent to some ideal world. Usually when the exam period ceases, I would come to this place to relieve any form of tension or stress that has built up over the semester.
During the 9 months of strenuous studying, I had to decline the offer of having fun and sacrifice certain things that most teenagers like to do: hanging out, going for movies, etc. But it was worth it seeing that most of my friends and I have aced the finals and now proceeding to a newly-built university which is located near the southern east of the coast.
I walked down to get a closer to the coast and blend myself with the nature reflecting on the bad memories of my college years and recollecting the good times I had with my friends and the little pranks played on teachers and other classmates which often made us laugh together. That train of memories was stopped by a sobbing voice from a few meters away.
There I saw a young, petite-looking girl with her head buried between her knees, afraid to face the world and she started mumbling her guilt. Her luscious golden brown hair was draped around the shoulders covering her face. There was a big suitcase beside her and I started to wonder what could have happened and why was she sitting here all by herself in this cold night. I was about to approach her hoping to get answers to my questions but then she stood up and started walking towards the waters.
"Hey you! What are you doing?"
I ran after her shouting at her to stop before it was too late to help her. It was a good thing I manage to get a hold of her in time and I started to drag her fully soaked body.
"I'm trying to end my life. It is the end of the world for me." She argued trying to get loose from me grip to scramble towards the shallow parts of the waters but I tightened the grip and dragged her back to the shore not hearing any of her protests.
She started to sob again and went back to the position that I had found her in, that being crying with her head between her knees. I didn't know how to console her so I encircled my arms around her shoulders and rubbed her back to ease the pain that was within her. Then came an idea which I thought might help her out.
"Do you think we can go to a juice bar to get a drink?"
"No! You have have no business to save me. Mind your business and get lost!" She retorted in such harshness.
Her fingers combed through her wet hair to look at me clearly and did I then realize it was Blanche. Her eyes were all puffy and swollen from the crying and I saw the sense of frustration in her eyes. Few strands of hair were clung to her to her cheeks; her white blouse was perfectly pasted to her medium framed body. Her lips were redder than usual from the pressing of both lips that indicates how annoyed she was because of my intrusion.
"Hey listen! You have have right to take your own life! There is a person above us who does that job. Look, maybe we can grab a drink, reflect on the things you have done and if you still insist on ending your life, I'm not going to stop you but all I ask from you is to think about the people who are going to miss you terribly especially you family and friends.
"Not anymore! Not my mother! No one will miss me!"
"Mind if we go and talk about it. If it's personal then we can drop this issue. I may not be your closest friend but I guess I can help."
"Okay." She finally said.
I helped her up on her feet and took her suitcase and proceeded to walk along the dimly lit lane only hearing the symphony the birds were producing. Neither of us broke the silence and I thought it would do her good to remove any suicidal thoughts. I knew Blanche since we stepped in college as freshman.
We were not that close friends but I have always worked with her when it comes to projects and I have always seen her as a happy-go-lucky girl always making people around her feel joyful. She was chosen to join the cheerleading squad and always did a wonderful job. She never misses any training and now her body has turned out to be something any man or woman would want to mortgage his or her house for. She had her own share of dates but none of them has turned to be a steady relationship as it all became more like friendly dates.
We finally reached an old cafeteria which I normally go to with my friends. It has a wide variety of music catered to all ages and the food is tastefully good and cheap. Blanche looked around the place and I saw a small smile which made me relieved knowing that she is now being light-hearted.
We went to the corner part of the cafe and and sat down in a booth overlooking the coast and then we ordered ourselves some snacks. The place was neatly decorated with `healthy food' signs and there was a jukebox along the aisle. There were not many people around except for a family celebrating their son's birthday. My attention then turned to Blanche who remained silent. Her smile slowly faded as she looked at the coast intently. I quickly drew the curtains down sensing that her suicidal thoughts might resurface again.
"You really thought I was still thinking about ending my life." She finally broke the silence and stopped me from drawing.
"Yeah. You know ending your life doesn't solve problems. You are only allowing those problems to conquer you. So you must face it!"
"I know but I just don't know what to do now." Blanche stuttered with some sadness in her tone.
"It's not the end of the world, Blanche. You seemed to have aced your finals well as well. There are other things that we can achieve; good academics, good career, good living etc."
"Yeah you are right. Hey, I am sorry for being cold on you just now."
"That's okay."
The food arrived and we started to eat and drink silently just staring at space and later at the people who were ready to pack and go. While I was waiting for Blanche to finish, I walked up to the jukebox and started to browse through some dance hits. I know there were only a few people but it would be nice to charge up the atmosphere. After much browsing I hit on of my favorites and danced according to the beat renc I settled back in my seat.
"I didn't know you could dance or that your listened to such music." Blanche chuckled and gave out a small smile.
"What does that suppose to mean?" I looked at her all confused.
"All the while I see you with your nose buried between your books. So my friends and I assumed that you were practically a bookworm."
"Oh now I get to see what sort of impression you have had on me all these years." I looked annoyed but later I smiled at her.
"I'm sorry if I had hurt your feelings." Blanche looked away from me and stared at the finished plate.
"It's okay. I do listen to such songs. Just that I don't like to go to the clubs or pubs. So I buy these albums and listen whenever I feel like transporting myself to the fantasy world." I reassured her giving her back that same smile she has given to me.
It was quite late by now so we decided to head home. We saw most of the shops along this lane were closing but we saw a 24-hour food outlet so we grabbed some finger food to eat on our way.
"So where are you staying?" I asked her as I passed the chips to her.
"I
am staying at
"Right here! The second house past that music store. Perhaps you would like to stay here for the night?"
"Oh no, no thanks. I have given you enough trouble. I can manage on my own now." Blanche took hold of the suitcase from my hand and was about to leave.
"Wait. It's pretty dark and you look exhausted. I'm sure it would be no trouble for me. Besides I am alone for the night. It would be nice if u could stay with me rather than in a motel where it might be unsafe and you don't even know anyone there. If you don't like, then I understand and will walk you down to get settled at the motel."
She pondered over for a few seconds and then nodded her head in agreement to come with me into my house. I led her to the bathroom to get her all cleaned up while I placed some clothes that she brought on the bed and went down to the hall to watch a serial. The insides of the house were getting cold but thankfully the heater was doing a good job by keeping the house warm. Flipping through the channels I saw none of the serials that were appealing so I just let it run mindlessly waiting for Blanche to come down.
A few minutes later, Blanche walked into the hall and there stood a figure that could send sparks within anyone. Her greek features are tastefully assembled on her body. She was beautifully sculpted displaying her womanly features in every beautiful way as possible. Her sapphire eyes are almost magnetic capturing every motion running on the television. Before I was caught staring by her, I told her to have a seat and handed a cup of hot chocolate.
"I know your mother might be angry with you but that anger should have ceased by now. You better call and let her know where you are or else she will be very worried about you." I told her waiting for her reply as she was taking little sips of the drink.
"My mother has disowned me so I don't see a point to call her. Even if I did, I'm sure she will hang up on me. Look I think I better leave." Blanche placed her cup on the table and stood up to pack her things.
"Wait. I don't mean it in such a bad way. I also don't want to pry into any of your personal issues but do you mind what made you come to that sort of a decision and what made your mother disown you?"
Not wanting anymore distractions from the television, I switched it off waiting to hear her answer. Her lips pursed together every now and then sensing the nervousness and tension she was facing and fighting her mind not knowing what to say or knowing not what to say. She took at her drink taking a gulp of it and then place it back on the table.
"I
hope that whatever I am going to say doesn't shock you. I wouldn't be surprised
if you are going to kick me out of the house." Blanche said it with a slight
confidence as if I am really going to do that and that made me worry what sort
of a problem was she facing.
"No, I wouldn't do such a thing though I may not be worldly and sophisticated as you are. Just tell me what's bothering you and I can at least think of something to lighten this thing up."
"That's quite comforting to hear."
I heard every word that Blanche was uttering without any interruption. Her eyes started to cloud with tears when she told me that her mother had disowned her after finding out her sexual preference. That initially shocked me because she I had never seen her dating another girl back in college years but somehow it all made sense as to why the dates she had never made it to next level as she had no keen interest in men.
Blanche had a crush on her neighbor's daughter named Jean. It was basically a one sided love. Blanche wanted to tell her love for her but she thought writing letters might do the job. But whenever she goes over to meet her, she lost every bit of her wit and didn't give the letter to her. As days went by, Blanche happen to fall for her so hard and continues to write many letters containing her emotions and passion but then locked them up in a box.
Unfortunately, Jean's
father had gotten a job in
Blanche went home that afternoon and everything went smoothly but that happiness she felt as she did her finals well was short lived. Her mother decided to clean up her room as it was already in a great mess while Blanche was getting dressed to hang out by herself. During the cleaning, her mother had discovered the box underneath the bed and the letters in it. She was so stunned as she saw her mother reading every letter and her face was getting redder every minute. She tried to explain but her mother heard none of it and then completely washed her hands of her. And so her final decision was to end her life so she went up to the coast where no one will know what had ever happen to her.
After hearing her story, I didn't know what else to say or what to do to comfort her. Her hands covered her face to wipe out the shame and preventing the tears from bursting out of her eyes. I settled next to her with my arm encircled around her shoulder and I rubbed her back to calm her down.
"Listen, I'm sure your mother is also weeping for you as she is thinking about you. She must have said that in a fit of anger. But I know that she didn't mean it. It will be shocking for her at first knowing that her only daughter is gay. It will take time to digest the news and very soon she will accept you. Remember you are her only family and she has only got you to count on and depend on. So don't worry and get some rest. Everything will be fine." I let out a few words of consolation and cleaned her wet face.
It was already very late in the morning and I know if she is going through this without any sleep it would be bad for her. I went up to the guest room and made the bed for her so that she can get some good sleep. But when I came down to see her, she was fast asleep on the sofa and her breathing was calm and steady and it would not be nice to wake her up.
That night, I couldn't get a wink of sleep. My eyes were heavy knowing that if my head hits on something nice and comfy I would be in dreamland. But my mind was fully awake thinking about the string of incidents that have occurred within the day. What would have happen if Blanche had really gone on to end her life? What if there was no one to stop her? I have read such incidents but then those people were not brave enough to face the reality. Those questions raced through my mind but somehow I was happy that it all turned out fine somehow. Blanche was sleeping so soundly that her heavy burden was finally lifted off her chest. Then again I also wished her mother would understand her and accept for who she really was.
I woke up to the strong smell of hot coffee which was brewing in the kitchen and thought it might be my mother who had come back home early. That strong aroma made me fully awake and I saw that the sofa that Blanche was sleeping on was empty and cold so I knew it was her and that she must have woken way earlier than me. I walked up to my room and dressed and then went to the kitchen to greet her.
"Hey Blanche! How are you doing?"
"Hey Gladys! I'm doing better. Here have some coffee. After all you are right. There are other things that I got to achieve and make my mother happy." She said as she handed me the freshly brewed coffee.
"That's so good to hear. Anyway, you don't need to serve me. You are a guest in my house and my guests are not allowed to do anything except make themselves at home."
I tried to stop her from doing any more preparations but she insisted on helping me out in the kitchen. Sandwiches were made and a pot of coffee was placed on the table and we took our seats to talk At least it was a good opportunity for us to get to know each other better.
"So what are you going to major in?" Blanche asked as she refilled her cup with coffee and took a bite of a sandwich.
"Maybe in chemistry. I'm not sure yet. What about you?"
"Hmm...maybe the same as you, chemistry is one of my favorite subjects."
"Heck, we still have a few months of free time before we start to worry about the school again. So why not make good use of it. That also means you are staying here with me till you can work things out." I suggested, gulping down the remaining coffee and finishing the last bit of the sandwich.
"Okay cool!" She gave me a smile which made me do that to her in return.
Meantime, we started
chatting about our families. Each of our families had only one child. We were
fortunate in that area as there is no room for sibling rivalry. Blanche's
parents were divorced when she was five but both their parents are getting along
really well as good companions. Her mother used to work in an advertising
company but has quit the job a few weeks ago as the pay wasn't good enough
compare to the hard work she had put in. As for my parents, my father died of
cancer when I was two so I don't pretty much miss him at all and my mother is
working as a teacher at
Our conversation stretched to a wide variety of topics and we chatted for our hours as if we were long lost friends separated for years and finally got back together. Jokes were being cracked across the table and memorable college incidents were being shared between us. For the first time, I saw the usual Blanche laughing and having fun of her life and it was so relieving to see that there was no sadness within her unlike yesterday.
Since it was her first time coming to my house, I gave her a tour around. We went out to the garden to see the new pots of plants my mother bought for my birthday. I didn't know Blanche was into gardening until I saw her handling the garden with great care. As we watered the plants, she even gave me some tips on how to grow new plants instead of buying them. Just then, the doorbell rang and I knew it was my mother.
"It's mother. Come on I will introduce her to you." I went over to open the door and let mother step in.
"This is Blanche, my college friend. She will be staying here for a few days."
"Hi ma`am, nice to meet you." Blanche greeted her with a handshake and small hug.
"Please call me
My mother told us to set up the table so that we can have lunch together while she went upstairs to get herself refreshed. A little while later, my mother walked in the kitchen to start preparing a pepperoni and cheese pizza. This dish was quite special to me because it is normally done in times of celebration. The aroma emitting from the kitchen started to stir rumbling noises in our tummies so we decided to go outside and see the kids playing water games. It's quite sad that my house was the only house in the neighborhood that didn't have a pool but I got used to it. A while later, my mother called out to us saying that dinner was ready. We couldn't wait any longer as we settled ourselves in the dining room ready to sink our teeth into the meal.
"How long have you known Gladys?" My mother asked Blanche as she filled her cup with juice.
"Err...just yesterday." Blanche replied and taking a sip of her drink.
"Oh I understand now. I was quite surprised when Gladys told me that she had a friend over. I don't know why but I guess she has some sort of a phobia of interacting with people unless they make the first move." My mother stated as if it was like a statement and let out a chuckle when she saw me pretending to be annoyed.
"It's true. I have not seen her hanging out with friends that often unless they drag her out from her own world." Blanche giggled a bit and gave a smile to me to only indicate it was meant as a tease.
After much laughter, Blanche nudged me and whispered to me to tell my mother what was the reason she was staying. She wanted the truth out in the open. It was then I told mother what had happened and I saw a shock on her face but then she began to sympathize with Blanche. She clearly understood the situation and told Blanche that she could just consider this house as her own and can stay for as long as she liked. Blanche felt relieved after hearing that and was very appreciating of my mother's efforts.
That evening, after spending time window shopping, Blanche and I stopped at a grocery store to pick up some things that my mother asked me to buy. As we were selecting vegetables, we would accidentally brush past each other. Our fingers would slide past each other's fronts when we reach for something. Even the apologies that I made were not convincing to me but when I saw Blanche going back to searching the products I just shook those thoughts away.
"Hey Gladys, how are you doing?" The grocer asked as we placed the goods on the counter.
"I'm doing fine. What about you?" I said as I placed the last item on the counter.
"I'm okay. I've haven't seen you this happy since I saw you as a child. I guess that's your girlfriend." The grocer shot it out with a smile as he scanned the items one by one.
"No, not at all. She is just my college friend, Blanche." I defended myself knowing I was too embarrassed and that Blanche's cheeks were flushing.
"Oh, I am so terribly sorry. But you are her friend and also a girl. So that makes you are a girlfriend. There is nothing wrong in that." He handed the receipt to me and the bags to Blanche with a smile.
"Yeah thanks. Goodnight." I handed him the money and took a bag from Blanche and when I did that, our fingers again traced across each other's palms and it felt as if electricity of high voltage shot through me.
These little actions did bother me or shall I say something stirred within me that I couldn't explain and I never have felt something so intense as this. But I pushed those thoughts aside forgetting the whole incident at the shop as we walked down the street to head home, cracking jokes on the way and commenting on the appeal of cars that pass by.
"We are back." I called out for mother and I started to burst into another laughter when I heard another joke from Blanche.
"Girls, what's the laughter all about?" My mother came out from the kitchen wondering what it was all about.
"Oh
"Mind if you could tell me?" She asked Blanche placing the bags on the kitchen counter and some of them in the fridge.
"Okay. Does fish have fingers?" Blanche asked mother with a raised eyebrow.
"Nope."
"Then why is it call it fish fingers?" She questioned with a box of fish fingers in her hand and soon, the three of us started to giggle again.
"Oh Blanche, that was a good one! Okay girls, let's have some dinner." My mother continued laughing collecting the remaining bags from me and started taking out the products and placing it in the cabinet.
"I've just taken light snacks on the way and am full since lunch. I will just skip dinner today so goodnight." Blanche said as she stretched her arms and yawned giving mother and me an invisible kiss on the cheek and headed upstairs to bed.
Mother and I didn't want to force her and allowed her to have her own time. After all, it was true that the pizza we ate really filled our bellies and let alone the snacks we ate along the way made us bloated. After having an idle chat with mother, I was about to retreat when she stopped me a for a moment and took a look at me intently as if I had something unusual on my face and down my body.
`What is it?" I asked her snapping out of her cloud of thoughts.
`Nothing. Goodnight sweetie."
"You sure? You can ask me anything you want to ask."
"It's okay. It's nothing."
Mother came up to me and placed a kiss on my cheek with some reassurance that everything was fine not that something has happened and let me go to bed. But I stood there a while and wondered if she knew what I was feeling or experiencing or something beyond my knowledge. But I decided to push aside those thoughts and went to snuggle myself beneath the sheets with my pillows.
The sun rays tore into the early morning sky and penetrated through the blinds inviting my butt, which was super glued to the mattress after a rough tiring night, to get off from the bed. I had never felt this refreshed or happy before Blanche came in to my house. Maybe it's because I didn't have anyone to interact with or socialize since mother always had to get up early and set off to work and not to mention my friends busy with their own stuff and have little time to mingle around with me.
Everyday started as a brand new day and ended joyously so that I had difficulty sleeping at night, as I was anxiously waiting what the next day awaits for me. There were bitter times when Blanche thought about her mother and cried for hours and wouldn't be willing to go out and have some fun. But we could find comfort in each other and try to make the best out of the day and that's when the old Blanche that I used to see in college appeared. However, there was one thing that particularly bothered me and that was the hesitance I saw in mother lately. We both know that we haven't talked much for the past few months since the exam period and plus she had lots of commitments back in school. Despite all that, my mother was very open to me about things and if she wanted to ask me something or do something, she never failed to mention but now that phase is about to change.
After dinner, she would call out to me or when Blanche enters the kitchen to help out with the dishes and I could see that she would withhold the question that she wanted to ask me. When I ask her what is it and she would always diverts my attention to something else. Today I decided that it was time to find out what was on her mind.
I walked over to Blanche's room to see if she was awake. The chilly wind that was gushing past her windows was cooling enough to make her sleep so soundly that even if there was a loud explosion next to her bed she wouldn't care. I carefully covered her with the woolen blanket so as to keep her warm and went quietly out of the door afraid that I might wake her up and also that would give me an some private time with my mother.
I walked across the hallway to my mother's room and was surprised to see the door ajar and light illuminating through the doorway. Mother wouldn't be up that early unless she has some unfinished matters in her school. Hearing the sounds the dishes being put away and some humming through the kitchen, I knew she was there setting up the coffee table with some toast and some coffee.
"Hi mother. You are up early." I walked up to her and gave her a kiss on her cheek.
"Yeah...I have to prepare stuff for my students. Also, a few new students and a new teacher are coming to join the school. I have to get the students settled and also get acquainted with that new teacher." She replied as she started spreading jam on the toast and handed it to me.
Silence began to develop between the two of us as she started to take sips of her coffee rimming the mouth of the cup with her fingertips. I know she is trying to formulate the question within her mind but then wondering if it is going to hurt either one of us. I know the parent-child relationship is getting weaker since I have spent all my days in college and also my mother's long working hours have not offered the slightest opportunity to bond closer and talk things out. I waited a while hoping she might just shoot out whatever that is fogging her mind.
"Err...mother, is there something you want to ask or say? I know there is something bothering you." I asked and I felt quite happy breaking the silence and giving her a chance to open up to me.
"Oh no, nothing like that...it's just that I have never seen you this happy before. So I was just wondering if there is anything going on between the two of you." She shot it right back to me as her eyes met mine waiting for me to answer.
"Of course not, she's just a good friend, that's all. I think we are having a great time with each other." I said with a slight defensive tone and took a gulp of my coffee to calm myself down.
My mother looked at me with a surprised look wondering what made me say it in such a tone. I couldn't even look at her in the eyes afraid that she might see the battle that was going on within me. I was confused at that moment and tried to analyze the events that had happened between Blanche and me and was wondering if it was just a fleeting crush or a joy that I am having as I finally got someone to spend time with and not be alone. I stood up from my chair and walked over to the couch in the living room, dropping down on the cushions. My mother took a deep breath and exhaled as she settled next to me and took my hand in hers, a sign to let me know that she is always there for me.
"Hey, I just haven't seen you any happier since Blanche came in here. You do have your own set of friends in college but it's always within the college boundaries. I haven't seen you bringing them over to our house for lunch, dinner or even your own birthdays. Also you only met Blanche about two to three days ago and you are beginning to like her company. So I just assumed there were some deep friendship between you two."
"Oh...okay..." I stuttered not knowing what else to say.
"You got agitated as if I asked if you were in love with Blanche." She said turning my face to meet hers with a grin, "that's why I sensed a bit of guilt down there." She said pointing towards my heart with her index finger.
I was dumbfounded trying to think of a way to divert this conversation to something else and also wanted to clear off the misunderstandings in a convincing way when I saw Blanche standing in the hallway with a light frown looking at my mother who was oblivious about her presence when she turned around to face in the direction I was looking at.
Blanche looked back and forth between my mother and me a couple of times. My breathing was coming to a stop unsure if she had heard anything about the conversation that we had. I was terrified as I didn't know how long had she been standing there and how much of the conversation had she heard or was she waiting for me to give an explanation on what was going on. The silence was becoming deafening but thankfully mother broke it and told her that breakfast would be served shortly and then she was off to school. Blanche asked if everything was alright and that question alone gave me ease knowing she had not heard any part of the conversation between my mother and me. She smiled at both of us and helped herself with the toast and coffee while I poured myself another cup and saw mother making final checks to her bag and ready to move off.
"So, any plans for today?" Blanche asked as we both waved bye to mother.
"Hmm...nope. You have any ideas?" Hoping if Blanche had any suggestions on how to pass the day.
"Okay... how about we go out for a walk in the park, grab some lunch and watch a movie, then head home?"
"Sounds nice. Let's get going."
The park was a couple of bus-stops away but we decided to walk rather than wait for the bus to arrive as we missed it when we walked down the pathway. It was a fifteen-minute walk and it was nice to take in the sights and sounds around us. By taking a bus, we might not be fortunate enough to experience all these things. The park was quite packed with children running around everywhere playing a game of tag. Some parents were coaxing their own kids to play along with them. Some brave ones stood up and decided to join in the fun but a few shy ones were reserved and wanted to be in their own little world. We stopped by a candy store to buy a cup of popcorn and soft drinks and nestled under a shady tree looking around at the events that were going on in the park. It was a nice place to chill out although my preferred hang-outs would be the beaches, malls and the arcades, but still a park is a more suitable place to spend quality time with loved ones or in this case my good friend Blanche. We started to have mild chat when the both of us became restless and decided to do something fun rather than just sitting there.
"Hey want to play a game of Frisbee with the kids over there? I know it's not a game for our age but at least we can have some fun." I suggested pointing my fingers to a group of kids at the other side of the park.
Just when she was about to answer, a Frisbee flew in our direction and landed next to us. A little small framed but tall girl came running from the group to collect the Frisbee when Blanche picked it up and handed it to her and asked if we could join in their little game. The girl called over to her friends and they finally agreed as they started pumping their hands up and down with joy. After all, the more the merrier. They made small arrangements like who is in which team and who is suppose to be the goalie and that sort of thing. After much discussion we split into two groups with Blanche on the opponent's side and me on the other side. When the kids ganged up with their own teams to discuss their playing tactics, Blanche dragged me aside out of their ear-shot and I was wondering what she wanted to say.
"It's a game. So what is the deal?" She asked with a bright smile on her cute face.
"Anything you want." I told her with a grin leaving the deal to her.
"Okay...anything I want ...huh...how about err..." She pondered for a while tapping a finger at her cheek and then whispered, "How about a kiss?" putting up a very serious look on her face.
I was stunned to hear about the deal she made but after all, it is just a kiss; a friendly kiss between two friends so there is no harm done in giving and I agreed to her request. If she wins she gets to give it to me and if I win, I will give it t her. That's how the deal works. The gang called over to us announcing the game was about to start and we joined into our respective teams.
The game started out smoothly with each team having their own good share of players as they displayed their talents in the game. The Frisbee was flying in all directions and the players were playing very well not allowing the Frisbee to fall on the ground. Blanche's teammate caught hold of the Frisbee and threw it to his friend but one of my players barged in disrupting the momentum of the Frisbee and tossed it towards my direction. One of the opponents was already at the right position to grab it but before she could get it, I manage to lay my hands on it passing it through the goalie's net without giving him a chance to stop the Frisbee and scoring a point for my team. After much cheering, the game started to catch fire and the level of enthusiasm rose to its peak. It was clearly visible that both teams were making use of their playing strategies well deceiving the goalies and earning points for each teams.
Even Blanche was playing really well but when it comes the scoring time, she tried hard to cope with the tackling and ends up tossing the Frisbee to my team. Her team mates were really supportive and there were some occasions when she scored and did her cheerleading dance only to put up a great competition with my team.
The score was even when one of the girl's mother called out to her that she had only ten minutes left and they were leaving. So the teams decided to end within that time frame and it was either Blanche's team or mine to score the golden point. The game accelerated as everyone knew it might lead either of the teams to the gaming point. The Frisbee was thrown up high heading up the direction where Blanche was standing who was now in the attacking position and the players started to flock down the field as they saw her waiting for someone to grab the Frisbee from her as she was quite far away from the goalie.
After a moment or two Blanche decided whom she wanted to pass the Frisbee to but it failed to reach to her player's hand when one of my teammate's named Kyle scored for our team and the team cheered out his name, slid in between and swung the Frisbee right down in a perfect streamlined motion while the Blanche's goalie panicked at the speed and swept past his hands hitting the net hard and achieving that golden point for our team.
Blanche's team was in a shock and I nearly laughed when I saw Blanche's jaw just hit the ground and trying to see what had just happened. At one moment, it seemed that her team had scored but then in another moment it had just became a dream that her team had scored. It took a while for her to come up from the shock when both teams started rejoicing joyously together and again Blanche put up with the cheerleading dance together with some girls and boys. It was such a fantastic play and it didn't matter who won and who lost. The important thing was we really had a great time and it was another chance that we could act like little kids. Thinking about that made us laugh but it is true to some extent that we were actually deprived of our own childhoods.
The guys and girls went back to their own parents who were leaving for their homes, though there were some guys planning to meet up here again to play another game of Frisbee. They even invited us again but we took a rain-check and watched those guys heading out leaving me and Blanche alone but with happy faces.
"So, I hope we are still in agreement with the deal we made?" Blanche asked wondering if I had backed out from the deal.
Blanche walked up to me coming face to face with me and the gap between us can be measured using any other ordinary ruler. My heartbeat started to zoom like a bullet train as I felt her breathe sweeping across my face. It was like an eternity when Blanche stepped forward giving me the permission to go ahead with the kiss. My hands began to become numb and I had to lick my now dried lips constantly. Blanche gave a another piercing look at me before closing her eyes waiting to receive her first kiss from me.
My mind said it was a friendly kiss and my body thankfully reacted in a friendly way by guiding my lips to her forehead and pressing them against the warm skin when Blanche sprang her eyes open with a big fat grin on her face leaving a curious question mark on my face. A while later, I understood her inferential question and returned that same type of grin.
"You said the deal was a kiss. But you forgot to mention where is this kiss suppose to land." I said with a slight chuckle as Blanche slapped my arm lightly and giggled while I pretended to wince in pain and started heading further down the park.
"Oh Blanche, there is something I wanted to say to you." Blanche turned to look at me with a sign of concern.
"Oh what is it?" She asked looking puzzled.
"I think you need to learn a few skills on how to play Frisbee. Why not I sign you up for a professional dog training session? It might be useful if we ever get to play the game again." I remarked her performance with a laugh and let out in a run when I saw her coming after me. I wanted to apologize to her for being mean but I know if I was only going to get caught by her, I would be dead meat.
I guess the trainings that Blanche received during her cheerleading practices didn't go to waste at all. It was only a matter of time for Blanche to catch me and pull me down to the ground. Blanche was already reaching her hand to take a hold of the hem of my shirt but I was too slow to back out as she tugged it down causing me to roll down the waters and thus bringing Blanche to fall flat backwards.
My apparel was half soaked when Blanche climbed over me pressing her entire weight down me causing my clothes to be fully drenched. We both started giggling heavily as Blanche started tickling my ribs and then down to my lower tummy and finally I got a hold of her hands preventing her from finding my other soft spots, rolling over each other only to be stopped by a rock which acted as a barrier from moving any further down.
Everything was still between us, we us only hearing the symphony made by the birds up on the trees. We only then realized that we have moved off far away from the crowd and landed ourselves near a lake. I was in desperate need for oxygen as I took another deep breath and rested my head down on the sandy pit.
"You better take back whatever you said." Blanche demanded in a very authoritarian tone as she held down my shoulders to the ground firmly not allowing me to a make a single move.
"No, I won't! I was just giving you my honest feedback based on your performance. What do you think you can do about it?" I challenged her back trying to get away from her firm grip but to no avail.
"Oh yeah...I will make you take that back." She retorted as I felt her breasts pressed hard against mine with her already hardened nipples causing a sensational friction against mine.
I felt her hands climbing my through my shirt and I knew she was finding a perfect spot to tickle and torment me. Her right leg was now rubbing against my crotch so as to get herself in a comfortable position. The insides of me have already started to electrify and before either one of us crossed the line and regretted it, I finally give in to her as I let out a low moan. I pushed Blanche off me and quickly released loosened her firm grip on me and helped me up as she felt my arms and legs thinking that I was in an uneasy position and the rock stones beneath me have caused much pain. The cause of the moan was very much obvious that my nerves had just experienced some kind of sexual bliss.
A whole bunch of kids started racing down the lake throwing weeds down the waters feeding the little fishes followed by their own families who came down to rest near the lake talking and joking and helping themselves with the food that they have prepared.. If not for them, I would have excused myself from Blanche and hide myself behind the rocks and bushes to relieve my burning sexual tension I had within me. Since more people were coming down to this area, I didn't want to risk getting caught and that thought alone caused my interest to pleasure myself to fade.
I ran up to join with Blanche who was waiting on the gravel path holding up a bottle of coke. Initially I thought she was being nice as she got me liquid to quench my thirst but then a sly smile told me I was wrong. She started to shake the bottle vigorously until the fizziness had already reached the mouth of the bottle and was now ready to spray it on me once the cap was flicked off. But before she could even release a single drop on me, I managed to snatch it back from her and shook it hard as I tried to take a good aim and threatened to hit it one her if she didn't stop running but it wouldn't be a nice feeling to get coke all over our already wet shirts so we each took a gulp and started to giggle at our own childish acts.
We stepped into in the house hurriedly, Blanche made a dash to the bathroom to release the contents in her bladder and getting herself cleaned up, while I placed some defrosted chicken steak in the oven to warm up. Just when I was about to prepare the salad, Blanche came out from her shower and I thought maybe I would take mine later but the stickiness and the sweatiness of my body were making me uncomfortable. Plus the bathroom was welcoming me with open arms. I peeled off my top and shorts and hurled them into the laundry like I was shooting a basketball into the net.
There was standing an average figure, wishing it had been a fuller figure like Blanche's, in front of the mirror which belonged to a girl of nineteen. I was happy with what I saw. Guess the mass runs and gym practices had finally paid off in developing a hardened but yet soft body over the past three years. As my eyes were gazing down to admire my features, a large wet spot was already forming on the front side of my panties. Only then did I recalled the incident that happened in the park when Blanche's chest was crushed hard against mine while her dark blue eyes pierced through my brown as her right leg started to hump my crotch but thankfully she backed away before anything went wrong that would make us regret.
Just thinking about that incident made the wet spot enlarge in size feeling the moistness between my nether lips until I had to remove my panties seeing a few strands of girl juice oozing from my hot oven. I ran my hands along both cheeks; caressing them softly before moving my fingers to my full pink lips and tracing the outline of my tender folds.
These brief touches caused my nipples to become rigid and very noticeable. They were full and erect standing out from two B-sized globes. I turned the shower to the hottest setting and waited until the translucent doors covered with steam as I liked being engulfed in the mist. It didn't take long before little beads of moisture were all over me, especially my breasts.
Of course my pussy was already wet and I found that my body was in a desperate need of release. My body was wet with steam and sweat and my pussy was soaked with arousal and horniness. My mind became conscious as I realized I wasn't the only one in the house. I turned down the temperature setting and allowed the cold water to cool off my heat and started applying the gel onto my breasts, shoulders, down my flat tummy and tenderly caressing my legs and stroking up my inner thighs.
All the while, the semi-hot water cascaded down my body washing off the foam as I brought my index finger down the length of my slit, then using another two fingers from my other hand to my pussy lovingly caressing my hood, then began to draw little circles around my protruding clit. I bit down on my lower lip which was already red and was careful not to make it bruised, to prevent any moaning from escaping through my mouth.
My knees started to grow weaker as I plunged in two fingers in and out into my hot hole and thrusting my hips forward in an obscene fucking motion as I rode out my hard orgasm off my body. I was completely spent and had no strength to stand so I leaned on the wall for support as I slid down for a few minutes.
It was then that I realized I had spent more than enough time in the shower so I quickly rinsed out the remaining foam on my body; dried myself and went on to put on a t-shirt and my gym shorts. I gathered my undergarments from the hook and stepped out from the bathroom when Blanche was standing right at the entrance with a grin on her face revealing a cute dimple on the left cheek.
"Hey Gladys, I was about to knock down the door to check if you were okay. You have been in there for like two hours and the food is getting cold. Are you alright?" She asked waiting for an explanation as I just stood there hoping that she had not been standing there for very long.
"Sorry about that. I was just counting the tiles on the wall." I joked letting out a giggle to cool myself down.
"I guess as you were counting the tiles like counting sheep, you fell asleep slurping your thumb in your mouth. That's why I heard some slurpy sounds from there." She joked back with a smile on the face and left me wondering what she actually meant and then just shrugged it off. At least the fragrance of the shower gel had overcome the sexual aroma and there was not a single trace left to find out the truth behind the shower door.
The food was laid in such a tasteful manner and no doubt the food Blanche had prepared was equally delicious. We went on discussing about the slight changes in our plans as we thought of going out to get some food and catch a movie after our walk in the park. It has been a long time since we had gone out to a theatre and now that we had finished our lunch, I went to check out the papers under the movie section if they have anything good.
Since there was nothing to our satisfaction, we just decided to watch a movie at home. Blanche walked into the kitchen to put away the dishes while I cleaned up the dining table. Before Blanche started washing the dishes, I stopped her and told her to relax herself and search for a good movie in the shelves next to the television set.
She insisted on helping me out with the kitchen as it was already in a mess but I rebutted her back saying that it was only fair I do this myself as she had prepared the meal and left her with no room for any bargaining as I took the dish towel from her hands and made her make her move out from the kitchen. I asked her to browse through for a good movie. She complied with my orders and after a good hour of cleaning up the kitchen, everything was squeaky clean and I brought in some snacks to see Blanche holding a DVD in her hand while looking at some of my family photos assembled in the glass cabinet.
Blanche stood in a daze that after I had called her three times, but there was no acknowledgment done except looking at my current photo which was taken a month ago at one of the coastal areas and at my parent's wedding photo.
"Hey Blanche." I called as she was startled a bit, "oops...sorry didn't mean to come up to you like that. You seem to be bemused. What's up?" I asked her placing two juice bottles and a small tray of jellybeans and peanuts on the table.
"No...nothing much, I was just looking if you resemble more like your mother or father. So based on my judgment, you are more like your mother except that you have your father's eyes." She replied as she handed the DVD to me and settled herself on the sofa popping a few jellybeans into her mouth.
"So what about yourself? Do you look more like your mother or father?" I asked her as I drew the curtains to make the living room in a more theatrical concept.
"I guess more like my mother as well." She replied reading the synopsis of the movie that we were about to watch.
"Your mother must be very beautiful then." I stated as she looked up at me with a smile nodding in agreement.
"So what movie have you chosen?" I asked her as I took the DVD from her hands and looked at the movie title and credits.
"It's a movie that I still haven't gotten a chance to watch. Some of my friends told me it was quite a good production."
It was a horror movie named, The Ring. I still remembered that it was a movie that kept me awake for days and I had refuse to be all alone in the house that I tagged along with my mother and even to friends' place to keep me from thinking about the movie. In fact, the first time when I watched it in theatres it really freaked me out that I refuse to go home alone and have to ask my mother to bring me home and feared to pick up the phone when someone rings.
"Why, you scared to watch hardcore horror?" She chuckled as I continued staring at the movie shots on the cover.
"How I wish I could watch hardcore porn right now!" I murmured under my breath. "Err...nothing...let's watch the movie. After all, I like to freak myself out after watching horror flicks like this." I said letting out a nervous laugh.
"No...no...that's not what you said. I heard you said that you wish you could watch porn. Gladys, I am quite good in lip-reading." She articulated every word that I had said through my mind and wiggled her eye-brows when she mentioned her special talent.
"Err...never mind...the show's started so let's watch it." I said as I loaded the DVD inside the player waiting for the credits to pass on.
The movie started out boringly at first when the first murder came up showing nothing but it was just a woman screaming at the sight of her friend's dead body. Good thing that I had watched the movie about five times with my mother and I know what the next scene was. Even then the fears were not overcome so that whenever the freaky scene came by, I would look away and admire the paintings on the wall popping in a few jellybeans into my mouth.
Blanche put up a very brave facade completely relaxed with her legs stretched out on the sofa and sometimes letting out a laugh when the ghost appeared and then started commenting on how well they have applied make-up to the girl who was acting.
"Hey are you hungry? Perhaps we can order pizza and then resume watching the movie?" She asked waiting for my agreement.
"Hmm...okie sure..." I looked up at the wall clock and she was right it was nearing dinner time and so I agreed to her suggestion.
"What kind?" she asked back.
"Anything that you like," I told her leaving her to decide the choice of the pizza.
I stopped the movie for the time being as Blanche picked up the phone and dialed the pizza delivery hotline to place an order while I walked into the kitchen to raid the mini drinks bar. There was only one bottle of fruit juice and three bottles of wine and that made me to remember to stock up the drinks when I go down to the stores again.
"Hey Blanche! What would you like to have? I called out to her and mentioned what was currently available in my drinks bar.
There was no reply from her and after calling out a few times, there was still no response and I wondered what she was doing but she wasn't in the living room. I started calling out a couple of times and went up thinking she might be in her room but my assumption turned wrong. I was beginning to get worried and started searching for her everywhere in the house.
She couldn't have left the house without at least telling me `bye' or else I could have heard the front door opened and shut, I thought. As I scampered across from one room to another, I remembered about the garden that I had yet checked. Perhaps she might be there as she is a garden lover. Never a day gone by that I have not seen her spending time with the plants so I walked down the stairs when I saw a figure coming out from the kitchen making it way to the living room.
My body became numb as I approached the figure which was dressed in complete black; hair let down to the lower back. What if she was a robber and has kidnapped Blanche but how on earth did she get into the house? What if she was a serial killer who has some psychotic motive?
I rushed into the kitchen without her knowledge as she walked out to the garden and back out to the yard. I looked around to see if I could find anything to hit her right smack on the head but decided against it as she was a woman and things would be out of control. So I decided to walk up stealthily behind her and seeing that she has no weapon and wasn't doing anything but looking around I got ready to pull her straight down to the ground.
Before I could pounce on her, the woman suddenly made a turn to face me which made me yell and scream to the top of my lungs as I saw a faceless figure just like the ghost from the Ring. I don't know why after seeing that movie certain things do happen around the house. I know it's all coincidence. I recalled when I finished watching the movie for the third time with my mother, the kitchen was flooded and it was caused by the faulty water faucets. The faceless figure started to walk towards me in a funny limping way when I wanted to rush into the kitchen to take something to whack that thing down but I stumbled and fell flat on my butt, but even then I was so freaked out that I couldn't sense any pain.
"What do you want? Just get lost! Or else I will call the cops!" I shouted demandingly as I started to throw things at her within my reach but catch every object that was thrown at her and assembled them neatly on the table beside her.
I was getting nervous and petrified as I ran out of ammo and stood there not knowing what to do. I looked at the thing standing right in front of me but not doing anything or not even saying anything but just staring. I wondered what had happen to Blanche and whether thing has done anything to her.
"Okay...what did you do to my other friend Blanche?" I stuttered as I prayed hard not knowing what I am praying for.
"She told me she was going to register for the dog training programme. Besides, is this how you treat ghosts when they come into your house?" It stated as I could sense that the thing was looking straight at me though the hair was covering her
At that moment, it triggered me as to who was thing in disguise and it was Blanche who was trying to scare me. Only then did I look at her closely and knew it was wig that she was wearing both front and back. I wondered where she got it but then left the question to be asked later as I went on playing along with her.
"Hmm...okay...so what is your
name?
"Nope. I'm Cassie."
"Oh okay. Nice to meet you Cassie. Boy, do you need a haircut!" I commented as she let out a chuckle and told her to take a seat.
"I like to have hair both front and back." She joked and looked around the living room as if it was her first time looking at it.
"So what would you like to have?" I asked as I looked at clock waiting for the pizza to arrive as my tummy was already rumbling.
"How about blood?" Blanche asked with a grin as I stood wondering how long she was going to play.
The doorbell rang and masculine voice from behind the front door shouted, "Pizza delivery!" Blanche quickly stood up from the sofa the moment that she heard the pizza was already here. She settled down on the couch as she saw me giving her the `feeling hungry?' look. I opened the door as I collected the pizza from him giving him a good tip for the fast delivery and placed the box on the table.
"Sorry...if you want blood, you just have to go to the blood bank in any of the hospitals around. Unless you want a piece of this delicious, mouth-watering pepperoni pizza?" I asked as I went into the kitchen and grabbed two plates and divided the pizza equally between us.
"Sorry, I don't eat what human eat. I only want blood!" Blanche growled stomping her feet up and down as she kept repeating what she wanted.
"Then you can just starve while you sit and watch me savor such heavenly taste of the cheesy crust and consuming on the juicy tender meat." As I went on describing the pizza, a pillow from no where flew across and hit right smack on my face.
That was enough to make Blanche who was already famished to tear off the black gown and pulled off the wig revealing the desperate look of hunger on her face. I couldn't help laughing as I saw her grabbing the plate and started to devour the pizzas down. Once she was done, she came right up to me with a stern look.
"You are very mean just leaving your friend to starve like that and telling me to watch you eat greedily!" She whined putting on a pout look on her face as she gave me slap on my arm and left for the kitchen.
I ate my meal in silence as I saw Blanche wash her plate and placing on the dish-rack and going on to refill her cup with the last bottle of fruit juice that I had left on the counter. No words were being exchanged and I know Blanche was displeased as she will be the first one to initiate any for of conversation between us.Every time, I caught her looking at me she will turn her head away looking elsewhere. I went up to her and apologized for being such a meanie and I was happy that she accepted it when suddenly she started laughing and told me in between gasps at how freaked out I was when I saw her in such a disguise and how hard she was trying not laugh when I fell on my butt and even now as I fell for her little tease.
We proceeded back to the living room to finish watching the movie as I saw Blanche's anticipation as to find out what will happen in the end. She laid down on the on the sofa with her right leg dangling on the floor and while her hand resting behind her head and the other holding on to her drink.
Just then, my cell vibrated in the side pocket of my shorts and there it indicated a text message from my mother saying that she is now in her colleague's place and that she will be back late. Blanche asked what was up when I told her the news as I settled down on the couch adjacent to her and turned on the television to watch the remaining movie.
The movie went on while Blanche always took a glance at me and saw me if I was still in the movie but I managed not to show her that I was still scared. However that pretence was short-lived. There was a scene when the ghost practically comes out from the screen which made me to jerk suddenly and nearly falling back on her causing Blanche to chuckle at my reaction.
Thankfully, the movie ended with Blanche telling me that we should watch it again sometime soon and that got her a dirty look from me. She settled herself next to me, her arms encircled around my back as her hand traveled up and down my back to relax my stiff muscles. I started to melt in her touch as I tried hard not to let out any moans enjoying the pleasures of a good massage. I know my body was starting to respond as my mind started sending wrong messages but eventually she got up to go to the kitchen and I was relieved as she gave me a smile and went in.
"Hey, you want some wine?" Blanche asked as she waved a wine bottle at me.
"Sorry...I don't drink. My mother does. If you want, you can help yourself with it." I said as I rested my body on the couch still not prepared for bed time.
"No, I am not much of a drinker myself. Maybe ... a bit of drinking could help you relax. Your body is dead cold." She suggested as she placed great emphasis on the word "you" and placed the bottle back into the rack.
In fact, the mini massage that she gave me was good enough to set me on fire rather than drinking the wine to keep me warm. It was a beautiful feeling to have someone to tease, joke and make fun as long as it doesn't hurt people's feelings. I was beginning to feel some sort of attraction towards her and I thought what it would be like if we could live together like this forever. At the same time, I was wondering if she feels the same towards me.
We have become good friends for the past two weeks and I didn't know if it was right to take it up to the next level. Maybe my mother was right about me telling me indirectly that I was having a crush on her but back then; I was in a state of self-denial. The days that I have spent with Blanche contain a set of wonderful memories. It was as though it was the last day to the end of the world and I wasn't satisfied after talking for hours and days and yet I felt something was missing. Somehow, I didn't feel that loneliness anymore I have been feeling all my years and has made me open up to a great deal of good things. For that, I really respect Blanche and the friendship between us.
But now, the only way I can give her that same real happiness is to get in touch with her mother and then maybe confess my feelings to her and started to think of a way to do it. Blanche hasn't really talked about her mother that much and even if she does, she breaks down and I didn't want that to happen to her again.
One thing I remembered her telling me was that she was out to look out for a part time teaching job so that she could spend more time with Blanche but after that chaotic incident, Blanche doesn't know what her mother was doing now. But that clue wasn't good enough to track down her mother so I decided to go to her mother's house the next day and somehow try my best to wipe away her wrath caused by her own daughter.
After making a decision on what to do tomorrow, I looked up the clock and it was already midnight but the bed didn't seem inviting to me at all so I walked out to the balcony to see people still walking along the streets. Besides after watching the movie, I didn't want to be alone in my room and continued to see the happenings outside when the phone started to ring and Blanche came rushing down the stairs at the sound of it. I stood confused and looked at Blanche who was already dressed to go to bed with the same baffled look wondering who it was in this ungodly hour.
"You think it's the ghost from the Ring?" She asked with an evil grin on her face as she waited for me to answer the call.
I know there was no such as ghosts calling up people and determine their lifespan after watching a mysterious video clip that shows how they died. That was just a movie, an entertainment. Somehow my mind didn't seem to accept that. The phone went on ringing as I reached near the phone set. Getting irritated from the ringing, Blanche picked it up but I took it from her to answer it.
After having said hello many times there was no response from the other line when suddenly I heard some buzzing noise and quickly slammed the phone down to it phone set not wanting to hear anymore of it. Blanche stood stunned at my action but I just kept staring at the phone set wishing I hadn't watched that movie at all. I know it is some silly illusion and some may even call me a fool for that matter but this time I can't afford to take it lightly.
"Gladys, what's wrong?" She asked as she looked at me and back to the phone.
"Err. Nothing...let's go back to sleep."
As I was about to retreat to bed, the phone rang again. I nearly fainted at the sound of the ringing and grabbed the phone from the phone set as I was already breaking out in cold sweat.
"Hello! Who is this?" I asked quite sternly wondering who was it on the other line and saw Blanche becoming nervous.
"It's me...you mother. I called you just now but guess my battery is running low and the reception here is bad. By the way, why aren't you asleep?" She asked as I was relieved to know it was only my mother and sat down against the wall to relax.
"Err...hi...mother...I was about to go to bed ...then you called..." I told her as I slowly recovered from the shock; Blanche taking a seat in front of me.
"Why are you breathless? Have you been seeing any of the horror movies just now?" She asked as I could sense her annoyance in her voice.
"Yeah...when will you be back? It's getting late." I asked as I diverted the subject totally.
"Hmm...yeah I know. That's why I am staying over at her place. So don't wait up. I will see you tomorrow morning." She said as she bid both of us good night.
What a night! I hung up the phone and let out a deep sigh as I scolded myself for over reacting and behaving so silly assuming whatever happened in the movie was coming true. Blanche chuckled to herself as she got frightened herself from the phone call.
Blanche then came closer to me and placed her ear on my chest listening to the thumping of my heart and joked that two glasses of strong vodka would do us good and we laughed at ourselves for getting scared for no apparent reason. We started to go to our own rooms to catch a goodnight sleep as I heard Blanche making her getting ready to sleep.
The night air was chilling and it felt so good to get into bed only in my undergarments enjoying the silkiness of the sheets rubbing against my body. After getting scared all night, I didn't want to sleep in the dark leaving the room lights on and turned on the night lamp and the radio to listen to some symphony. I was about to close the door when I saw Blanche coming towards my room making me wonder what was the matter. Quickly, I slipped on my night robe and after a minute of fumbling with the sash, I managed to get it done just on time when Blanche walked in with an odd look on her face.
The weather must have changed her mind to put on some chill-friendly clothes that she wasn't in her nightie but in tank top that shows off her surfboard midriff revealing her a pierced navel and black shorts displaying her 42 inch well-defined toned legs.
I imagined myself kneeling in front of her as I ran my fingertips along her smooth legs. Then as I slowly stood up my fingers traced the outline of her tummy and down to her navel playing with the pierced stud. By now my palm were getting sweaty and that goes for my pubic region as I visualized what sort of a reaction I will get if my hands cupped her full and firm breasts and placed my lips on the nape of her neck.
Before I crossed the line, I stopped myself from the lustful thoughts as it didn't feel right to fantasize a friend like a lover though I do have a light crush on her. Thankfully she didn't see me staring at her as she was busy looking around my room and commented that it looked more like dance-cum-study room which made me let out a chuckle.
"Hey what's the matter?" I asked her as she sat on my bed.
"Err...no. nothing..." She stuttered fiddling with her fingers as she was constructing the question in her head.
"Just shoot it."
Well...err...you mind if I sleep here with you? I'm just scared myself." Blanche spoke as she looked like all worried and nervous.
"You scared?? I thought you were doing fine just now." I asked her in disbelief as I put on a smirk look on her face.
"Please, can I just sleep with you? You have a bed for two. Please don't be selfish!' she pleaded as she battered her eye-lashes like a cute innocent child.
"Okay...but only for tonight!"
"Is that a question or a statement?" she asked back with a slight smile on her face and continued, "how about the rest of the nights?" making me blush at her frankness.
"Go to sleep." I told her looking away from her direction as she gave out a light chuckle.
She climbed into the extreme left of the bed slightly against the wall and left enough room to let me slip in. I grabbed my clothes from my chair and went into the bathroom to put it on. After turning off the lights, I opened the windows to allow the cold wind and light to pass through so as not to make the room look darker but bright enough to see everything.
"You like to sleep in the nude don't you?" Blanche asked giving me a slight shock as I thought she was already asleep.
"Yeah...I sleep nude when I am alone." I replied as I closed the room door and went to the closet to pull out my bolster.
"You don't have to change your sleeping lifestyle for me. I don't mind actually. Besides will you be dressed up when you are with your lover especially at a night like this?" She teased as I slipped in under the covers.
I gave her grin that matched hers and let her know that it was okay and told her to get good rest. I was blushing so hard that even in the dark anyone could see my cheeks turning red. Her words so simple made me warm and I was wishing that the sleep fairy would make her sleep. I placed the bolster in between us as I positioned myself to get comfortable.
"Is this some sort of a barrier to prevent us from crossing the line?" She asked as she turned to face me and snuggled up against the comforter.
"Yeah...I have a bad habit of kicking people out of the bed. I don't want that to happen to you." I said as I wondered if she caught my double meanings.
"No worries. I am good in bed." She said with a grin wiggling her eyebrows as she shot me back another double meaning answer.
"Have you ever talked to a ghost before?" I asked nonchalantly.
"Of course not!" She replied.
`What would you do if you see one?" I asked her with a serious look as I saw her nervous wondering where is going to lead.
"I would say hi and take the chance to get to know it better." She joked as I let out a giggle and then exclaimed, "Heck, I will scream and run mindlessly. Anyway why are you asking this?"
"It seems that those who don't yet sleep now, will be greeted by a ghost named Cassie through the window. That's why I kept it open. She should be here any minute." I told her maintaining that same look while Blanche's mouth was hung wide open in incredulity.
I couldn't stop laughing when I saw that look on her face. It was only fair that that the both of us were teased evenly. She quickly got up on her knees as I thought she was about to leave but took the bolster and started smacking me but not enough for me to get hurt as she joined in for a good laughter. Her energy level was going down as she stopped giggling and the smacking and fell directly on me with her head resting right on my on my chest..
I was about to lift her body fro