Erotica 10
Love Found
It is the end of another day, and Deborah, although pining, is turned off from the world of romance, convinced that someone just for her, someone that understands her wants and needs, does not exist. Mainstream meet-up websites she visits never support the kind of attributes that describe the perfect love for her. So, she gave up on relationships. Besides, her calendar hardly leaves her much time for the search, let alone rapport building. She is pragmatic and tries to figure out how to survive the wrinkle. College does not offer much lull time.
She never experienced what she desires most but knows it must be out there somewhere. It is not because she is undesirable. She is, and she waits, wishing for her fantasy partner, companion, and her diligence and refusal to merely settle keeps her mind wrapped around the ultimate special friend.
When her roommate kissed her a month ago, there was no confusion. Deborah believes that "everything happens for a reason," as so many do nowadays. Embraces like that do not happen often, and a kiss like that, for Deborah, never, and it triggered her deepest feelings. She went all the way to college without as much as a kiss; however, she either tore a hole in her own little wall or opened an astonishing door on that evening. Since then, things have not been awkward, but to some degree, seem complicated. Helga is good about giving Deborah time, and that was compelling.
The more Deborah thought about it, the more that kiss represented a benefit to both young women. With all the insanity of the carnival and Helga's dad building it up, she gets to the point where she wants someone close. Longing for the real thing, Deborah thrives on true love, the kind she has only read in stories. That kiss with Helga held within it such fantasy, promise, and perhaps, potential. She is over her self-administered popsicles: That is, like all girls eventually do, she learned to love herself but has wanted and remains wanting a life companion, domestic partner. She wants to love and be loved.
Helga is dying to give back all the love she has in her. She, like Deborah, wants a mate, a match, and an all-out lover to share the passion in their lives. She has a few confidants - and has for years - people who understand her situation. Her chaotic life does not even allow her the time to stop and be comforted or ignore, even for a few hours, that she is not and never could be normal. She was tired of keeping a "minimum safe distance" from her roommate. No more detachment and distance!
A shitty morning rolls darkly into a shitty afternoon as the rain continues to fall steadily, along with the loud crashing thunder and episodic lightning. Deborah sees from her window that the walkways are starting to flood. She sighs, leaving the curtains open, and lies down on her bed but remains inverted -- positioned and pillowed -- to watch the storm. On top of the humid rainy day, there is no relief from the crappy air conditioner. Deborah isn't entirely comfortable with the pink, lacey undergarments she has on (nor did she even remember when she got them), but she had already started laundry before this day had turned into the clusterbomb it is now.
"No class today," Deborah mumbles, less than enthused. "Whoa!" She tilts her head back from the torrential downpour and abrupt, loud thunderclap outside. She takes a deep breath, laying down on her back, and stares at the ceiling bored out of her mind. It is one of those days: The ones that she finds herself unable to stop thinking. And with nothing to do except her laundry, it just gets worse until she quickly masturbates before getting back to the chore. She bends her head back and upside-down, just past her mini-orgasm, as the door clicks.
Helga, wearing a soaked black poncho, slips into the room and inadvertently slams the door behind her. She takes a deep breath while leaning against the door and drops her bag on the floor. She catches her breath, having run across campus from her last class before the storm shut the school down for the day. Helga opens her mouth to say something and then pauses, her eyes widening slightly, seeing her roomie laying there in her undies. Now that Helga is home, Deborah immediately realizes this may not have been the best way to choose to cool off her cumming. It was not like she could throw something on, not without it covered in detergent and dripping water!
She smiles and says, "Hi.
"Laundry day," Deborah says meekly. She turns herself around and lays on her stomach to get comfortable, if not maybe a little less provocative.
"Oh, right, laundry day," Helga answers.
"And, hi to you!" She says back and blows her friend a kiss. She does her best not to sound awkward or stare, shaking her head a little.
Helga takes off her rain poncho and walks into the tight walk-in closet to change. Deborah groans and buries her head into her arms, feeling like a raging bitch for what she guessed she must have just put her friend through. She admits to herself that it's not even like she doesn't like her, so why can't she be a woman and tell her?' That's a familiar fight with herself, on top of all the inner conflict.
Deborah looks up, suddenly determined, and throws another glance out the window. Twelve-twenty in the afternoon feels more like 8:00 PM, and she's exposed, overheated, and frustrated. She commands herself to do something about it. 'Stop being such a sissy and just... get up! Do it!' She spins around, sits up, and looks at the closet door, slightly ajar, enough so she could hear the rustling of clothing. She inhales deeply and gets up, making quick strides over to it.
Deborah pauses, her hand about to knock on the door. She's warm, but not just from the broken air conditioning. She is nervous and more than a little excited. Her hand drops lower as she thinks about what to do, barely realizing her impulses are acting for her. By the time her fingers had wrapped around the doorknob, she was barely moving at all. She looks down at her closed hand and finally exhales, then slowly pushes the door open.
Helga turns around; hands pulled behind her back on the clasp of her bra. She pauses, otherwise wholly undressed, and looks warmly back at Deborah.
"Um, can I help you?" She asks, just as nervous as her roommate, tilting her legs away.
While Deborah doesn't mind Helga showing off her firm, pale ass and cute tits, she couldn't help but think she's acting a little weird. Helga is doing what is natural -- changing her clothes after school and rainy run home.
"If I were any good at come-ons, I'd have at least a one-liner about the bra," Deborah says, unable to make herself move away from the closet door. "But I'm not, so I'm hoping that gives you an idea of why I came in here to see you." Helga tilts her head in fascination and then mouths an "Oh. All right.
"Deborah, it's not that I don't want to." Helga answers. "But there are some things about me you don't know, and they are things that would freak out most people. Okay, well, one of them is." She closes her eyes and bows her head as Deborah looks her over.
"What are you talking about, Helga?"
She doesn't have to wait long to find out. Helga tosses her bra to the side and turns around, letting Deborah see all of her at once. Most of it is what Deborah expects, Helga's perfectly sized, pretty perky breasts and adorable tiny nipples and flat tummy. The fair tone of Helga's skin and long, graceful legs more toned than she remembers them being, and then, something she could never have imagined and certainly did not expect. Between those legs hung what looked to be an attractive penis and a set of balls. Completely shaven, there is no mistaking what it is. It is slowly erecting and stands at attention, almost like it is staring at her.
"Yeah, I noticed it blossom and grow at about age five," Helga makes herself say after a few seconds. "Not the girl part, this part." She grabs her eight-inch cock. "I just woke up one day, and yeah, I'm not sure how or why."
Deborah cannot look away.
