Liquorice

5.Girls And Their Questions

Author's note:

I have to write.

If I don't write,I die.I get consumed by jealousy.

*Andrea's Pov*
There wasn't much she could do in that position.She liked me and I was enveloping her.I could feel her heart hammering in her chest.Her arms were like gentle steel around me.
I broke away and led her down the hall,into the bar.
We sat on tall leather-clad stools and ordered drinks.I,a dry Martini and she,three shots of Vodka.
"This early in the day?"I asked
"Nerves "she answered.
"Oh"
I looked at her.Her eyes were dark,heavy with grief and her mouth was a straight line.
She gazed up at me like a drunken old man:
"Tell me about yourself"
"I'm a Gemini,I like red lipsticks and have two cats"
"Yeah.The thing is,I already know those and you're avoiding my question."
"I'm not...I don't know what you mean..."
"Fine."
"Fine?"
"Fine."
"Tell me about yourself.I haven't known you for as long as you've known me,after all."
"I'm a Scorpio.My favourite color is blue and my nails are longer than most men's cocks"she answered with delightful vulgarity.
"Sorry if my words offend you,milady"
"No.Not at all."
"Good."
"The summer
Enjoy it
Ride it like it's an expensive man-whore."I said,out of the blue.
She looked somewhat surprised,but pleased all the same:
"We're in April,lovie."
"I know.But it's a good quote.Honest.Metaphorical.The type of quote I like."
"You're blunter than I thought you would be."
"Is that a bad thing?"
"Yes and no.Depends on the way you look at it.You're awfuly girly and sensual on the outside and direct,even slightly brutal on the inside,a manly trait.Some might say you're balanced,that the two anulle each other.Others might say you're a porcelain doll,a fake,a pretty Apple sour and green on the inside."
"And what do you think I am?"I asked with genuine curiosity.
"I think you're woman who can't contain herself."
A moment of silence passed,in wich her crude,truthful words settled on my brain like dust bunnies on a wooden floorboard.
"Your drinks,ladies"said the bartender,a short,fair,perky fellow.
We drank,grateful for a break from the breath-taking intensity of our little chat.
"You're right.I can't contain myself.Sometimes I feel like I'm gonna burst.There is a constant flow of feeling inside of me.Pure,unabridged feeling.And you just made it flow faster."
And then I kissed her.Full on the lips,right there,in the middle of the bar.
She smelled of bitter cologne and ciggaretes and her soft,pouty lips kissed me back with calculated passion.The Vodka on her breath invaded my Martini soaked mouth as her toungue attacked my own,causing an almost imperceptible moan to escape my lips.
Her hands ran up my hips and on my waist once again,her long nailed thumbs cupping my breasts discretely.My arms were around her neck and my head leaned to the left,our noses touching in an innocent manner.

We kissed and kissed,until there was no more air in our lungs.Then we stoped and she looked at me,a devilish smile crowning her white theeth.

"Still doubtful,my love?"

"Hell no."

She caressed my fingers and held them in between her own.

"I've never kissed a girl before,you know."I uttered sheepishly.

"You're a novice,I can tell."she smirked.

"Hey!I'm older than you!"

"We should respect our elders,I know."

"Are you trying to piss me off?"

"Yes."

We both laughed,histerically.

"Am I drunk?"she asked,eyeing the empty shot glasses.

"Three shots?Please.I can drink twice as many and still walk straight.But I won't,because I intend to give you,my tipsy little friend, a ride home."

"Aren't you the Mama Bear."she chuckled.

"Oh,shut up."

We stood up,split the check and went outside,down the stairs.

We were in the parlor when she suddenly stoped.

"What's wrong?"

She didn't say anything,instead she grabbed my waist and pushed me against the brick wall,her cold breath on my neck,her teeth biting into my skin.

"You taste like chicken nuggets."she said,then let me go.

"You bit me!"I whined playfully,rubbing the sore skin.

"Yes I did."

"Why?"

"They say that all white girls taste like chicken.I wanted to test out that theory.In the name of science and all that bullshit."

"So I'm..."

"You're my experimental game."she nodded.

I laughed.

"Are you seriously quoting Katy Perry?"

"You have to admit that her songs were good once upon a time."

"You're terrible"I said,then kissed her once again.

It was getting late so I took her home.

We stood on the porch of her tall,black house for a few last words before my departure.

"You live alone?"

"Yes.My parents died in a car crash."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be.It wasn't much different with them around.At least they left me money."

"Did they neglect you?"

"Not entirely.They appointed some foreign governess to educate me.But they rarely spoke to me or take any notice of my existence at all."

"Oh."

She was cold and hard,like cobalt.It was time to give her some space.

"See you soon,my sweet."

She did not respond,so I rose on my tiptoes and kissed her forehead in a motherly sort of gesture.

"Bye."

I went home,and after I went home I cuddled up with my cats and fell asleep.