D.D. Diary #1 : Frenching the Beast

Part 8

March 26 Eve. Charles’ House.

I was able to sneak Hero back into the bedroom, where I left him with his clothes. By the time I found and infiltrated the crowd, Britty was behind me. Which she instantly made me aware of by saying, “Liyah, you’re dirty,” as if it was an accusation that completely scandalized her. “I don’t want to think about what you were doing with this Tick person that would result in you becoming so dirty. I don’t want to even imagine what he must look like.” She reached out and wiped something off my arm with her handkerchief. She looked a little disgusted and just dropped the handkerchief on the floor and kicked it into the corner. “Am I at least correct in assuming that he has even more goose poop on him?”

I wish she could have helped me and wiped me off without ever enlightening me as to what it was. “Tick wasn’t with me. I was with Hero walking in the woods and I fell and rolled down the hill.”

“On your back in the woods with Hero. I am scandalized.” Britty said.

“Don’t be a muppet. We were just walking. Not even holding hands.” I said.

“If you’re done lying, your sex god is done getting dressed in Charles’ room.” Kimmi announced, walking up behind us and pointing out Hero who was making his way through the crowded hall. But he apparently felt it necessary to stop and speak to everyone he encountered before moving along past. Finally after five minutes I turned away. I’d just been with him and the things I wanted to discuss with him could not be discussed in present company. And if I stood around waiting obediently for him I would give the rumor mill far more grist than it needed.

I started\walking towards the kitchen with Britty and Kimmi behind me. “I thought you were waiting for Hero, did you feel snubbed when he kept talking to other people?” Britty asked.

“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard, you dim girl.” Sometimes I felt bad retaining an English level of rudeness, even in jest. “He just reminded me that I just talked to him while there are at least three of my best friends I haven’t seen since school Friday. Are the rest of the gang here?” “Georgie and Evan were in the pool last I saw.” Britty said. “That’s okay, I’ll see them tomorrow. Are either of you coming?” Georgie and Evan were the only other ones of my friends whose Dad worked for the same company as mine, but the company encouraged inviting anyone you want, so I’d invited all my friends. I knew Kimmi was a solid yes, simply because the water park was her favorite place. Now that I knew she was a siren, I wasn’t surprised.

I looked around, “What about Nasty? I know Charles is here, it’s his party, but did Nasty come?”

Kimmi laughed, “Of course she did. When has that girl pass up an opportunity to ridicule the boy she grew up with. It’s a funny thing but I never feel the need to announce the fact that I’m never going to marry anyone I am actually not going to marry, like you for instance. I have never once felt the need to tell you I will never marry you.”

“Yes but Nasty has her parents saying she will and Charles said while he didn’t love her he saw how the relationship worked on paper and they should resign themselves to it.” I said, thinking it was odd she didn’t know.

“Oh thanks for telling me the story of something that happened while we were both friends with her. That she references pretty consistently herself.” I felt like an idiot but she wasn’t finished. “Do you want to squeeze on up to me so Britty doesn’t hear and I’ll tell you some details of the story you clearly don’t know.” She hisspered to me, leaning over a bit.

My pride was never any match for my curiosity so I slipped over and sidled right up against her while we continued to follow Britty.

“I always thought it was so crazy that you didn’t notice, for a long time I didn’t know you didn’t know,” She began, but I poked her and she continued. “Girls mature faster than boys. His ‘I don’t love you but,’ speech came after she realized she did love him and before he realized he was too immature to love anyone. At that time the love he felt as her friend was the only kind he was capable of feeling, but he thought he was being a grown up. He would need to beg but pretty much an admission that that was why he said it would bring her back.” She gave me a moment for that to soak in, and I needed it. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t seen that. The moment she said it everything just fell into place. There was no way she was wrong. I suppose I could say, I never had spared a thought to their relationship. So I’m sure I would have seen it too if I’d looked for it.

She continued, “Even more interesting. Scott heard from a friend of a friend that both of them are a very rare and specific kind of Djinn called Silat. Djinn began as spirits so powerful they could take an earthly form. As they weakened they joined with humans. No power as humans but when they die the human ghost works with the spirit to make a spiritual creature we’ve come to call poltergeists, but that name is not correct. Anyway Silat are special because if they marry another of their kind that connection can allow them to get access to their powers in the flesh and become something like witches. Speak of the devil,” She said pointing to where Nasty walked towards us. As I had guessed, her aura visible and shining.

“What the pig raping fuck is going on with you lil one?” She said loudly when she was still halfway across the room. Constant pressure from her family to be a good little muslim had had an effect on her. She was a completely different person at home and when her parents were in attendance since her father, an economics professor, had singlehandedly severely beaten several visiting relatives for suggesting that there were punishments meted out to disobediant daughters in other countries that made a much stronger impression. Family from overseas didn’t visit after that. She decided then that it was time to accept him doting on her all her life was more important than stupid rules. Out of respect for him she would cover her hair and be demure in his presence. She did not drink, had never tried drugs, followed halal dietary law. But she only watched her mouth in her parents presence and only watched her temper when she could. She was still herself after all. She continued to scold me. “You start ragging on Friday, I get no phone call. Suddenly boys are tripping over their tongues when you walk by. Two days and I don’t hear anything.”

“Yesterday afternoon is not two days ago by any definition, except I suppose in the fact that yesterday and today are two different days. I also worked both days and knew I’d be seeing you tonight.” I replied.

She smiled and said, “Yeah from what I hear between your perversion clients and your ceaseless hunger for foreign St. Bernard boys, you almost missed the party completely.”

“Seriously, Nastika my lovely. Even with my insatiable hunger for man flesh, I never miss a party.”

“Insatiable hunger, I’ve gone farther with a boy than you.” Nasty said. “Sixteen years old and never been kissed.”

“I’ll kiss a boy when I find a boy I want to kiss.” I said, “I’m not going to do it because you say other people are pressuring me. You’d be exactly where I am. Except that guy you met in France on vacation seemed to be worth it.”

“The less said about that the better.” Nasty said, looking disappointed. “And my shit stirrer nature will not allow me to not mention; when the farthest you have gone is a cheek kiss, then you have gone with my dad as far as you’ve gone with any boy. You’ve gone as far with your own Dad as you’ve gone with any boy.”

This was gross and offensive, but I didn’t want her to win; so instead of punching her on the ear like she deserved I said. “I’ve gone that far with you. With everyone in our group. I guess I’m the bisexual cheek whore of this whole state. The state of Liyah’s cheek whoredom.”

“You said it not me,” She said, laughing.

I spotted Georgie and Evan squeezing past and grabbed them. “Quick, kiss my cheeks, I need it so badly.” I said in my best junkie voice. They both immediately did, as I knew they would. I let all the air whoosh out of me in a big sigh. And panted, “Oh yeah that’s the stuff. I hugged them both one on each side and said, “Nasty was just telling me what a cheek slut I am, because I let people kiss my cheeks, I kiss their cheeks, it’s a cheek orgy up in here.” Of course as soon as I bring up the cheek orgy everyone has to start kissing the cheeks of everyone within reach.

Even Nasty got into it for a moment but then Charles saw her and pulled her aside, where he could lecture her and she had to teach him a lesson that involved spitting in his face. It was a simple lesson about not pulling her places to lecture her.

March 26. Night. Home. Bed.

I checked the weather for the swim party before I went to bed. They were predicting warm and muggy, overcast with a chance of thunder showers. I couldn’t ask for a better day. I like the heat and even like the sun, in it’s place, but after a day of summer sun in my eyes and reflected off the water, I’d be asking for a migraine. And I loved swimming in the rain.