DISCLAIMER : Moderate reference to lesbian sex . Read at your own risk.
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SONYA POV:
[ 8 YEARS AGO ]
Neither said it, but we both wanted it.
It was only Day 3 , but there was so much passion. I was not surprised. After all, all firsts were exciting, and Becky was my 1st girlfriend.
Becky and I always had so much to talk about, and even that was so different with her. When she said that no one has ever asked her what she wanted to do, I couldn't hide my surprise, and another emotion which she frowned at. Hence, the change of the subject.
She had so many questions for a regular girl like me, so much that it felt like a job interview. For instance, why I only hung out with Delancy and Frank when I was , and I quote, so " nice and friendly with everyone", why I studied so hard, whether or not I liked studying, what it feels like to love what you do, and what it was like to have a choice..
But I also had many questions for her; mainly, questions she heard for the first time too, and some of which she shrugged with a reluctant smile : who Becky Jones was, what she liked , what she didn't like, what type of music she liked, and what made her happy, when she was the most sad, her fondest memories of her family, and when her parents were the proudest of her ..
I could see that she was not used to being vulnerable, and I fully respected that. In fact, it seemed that she was resistant; It was as if the only thing she was sure about was this moment.
Her grim yet hopeful eyes, her smile, chaste, childish, that lighted up the whole room. I wanted to be the band aid. I wanted to be the shield of what made this little girl cry.
We were laying on my bed, not royal sized, but big enough for two people. My head was resting on her shoulder, hers on mine. Call it mere coincidence, but the house was empty on a Tuesday evening : My mom just happened to have to see my grandma, Amanda was running late for her new job, and nobody had an idea of what my dad has been up to these days, he was barely home.
Anyways, Becky and I had my place to ourselves. It was not as grand and fancy as hers -which we only stopped by very briefly- but it was still different than meeting in public places ..
I finally muster to break the silence. "I wish we could stay like this forever"
Becky chuckles. " Nothing lasts forever"
I gently lift my head up, and she adds.
- " Don't give me that face. You know I'm right "
Defeated, I bring back my head on her shoulder before she starts playing with the strands of my hair, soothing me ? teasing me ? I don't know.
I blurt out. " What about love?"
-" What about it?"
I whisper, " How long does love last ?"
I have always imagined it, the answer to that question. I'd imagine that Becky Jones was not Becky Jones for a second, the heir who will ultimately take over her dad's company and forget all about this, all about this room, about this moment, and these feelings, while I keep everything in my memory and cry over a relationship that was only going to hurt both of us.
I'd imagine that we were equal; That she also couldn't afford to goof off school because she was also nervous about the future, and that, maybe, sharing a small house was part of who she was.
I'd imagine that Becky and I had a future together, one where I could afford to leave my family behind and follow my heart, embrace this moment, and make something out of these addictive, and tantalizing feelings ..
I repeat, with much genuiness. " How long do you think love lasts ?"
Becky gently lifts my head up, facing her . " Love .. "
Love.
-" .. Doesn't last."
Her thumb begins brushing my cheek, her eyes, looking into mine, as if she was sealing this moment, planting it into our minds for a very, very long time.
-" It grows "
Grows .
In that moment where my senses were as if mesmerized, she pulls my face in and kisses me in a vigorous, fiery kiss that sets all the butterflies in my stomach free.
We were only teenagers, reckless and fickle, yet we were so eager. Becky was pulling me into her as if I was not close enough, and my mind was in ecstacy, the kind that I didn't know existed, and which I wanted to hold onto. Right then, everything right. She orchestrated it, and I only followed along.
All firsts ignite sparks of love. Unlike the fire that I pictured, too overwhelming to put off, taking me to places I feared, she made me feel delicate, akin to the fine strings of a guitare.
But then the small room shrunk, becoming warmer, like a hot chamber. It was my first time, but Becky knew too well what she was doing. She skillfully pulled down my zipper, took off my shirt, unveailing my concealed lacey bra, with a dark shade of red .
A coincidence.
What came next happened in a flash. Becky took off her blouse , showing off her well toned arms, her golden skin, ozzing of the fanciest and most extravageant care. Then, there was something so pleasing about the way she approached me, who, has suddenly become one of her hopelesss admirers.
She chuckles, her laugh revebrating in my mind and putting an eternal spell on my heart. " Stop checking me out and touch me "
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THE PRESENT MOMENT :
I open my eyes, peacefully.
I was on a soft bed, and it smelled like roses. At first, I think I must still be dreaming, or dead, and this was the limbic world. So I shut my eyes back down..
Everything comes back to me; I see myself in the sea, rain pouring down from the sky as if it was the end of the world. I see myself moving forwards, defying nature, and screaming while I did it. Where I was, I was invisible to the world.
" Why would you live in the background ?"
I was not killing myself; why would I ? I was finally free, unknown, and powerfull; a force to be reckoned with. Limtless. Still, I was tired;
How is it my fault there was no place to hide in the human world ?
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