Erotica 10 – Love Found
It has been a long day. Deborah, although longing, has never been much for the world of romance. Her calendar never leaves her much time for building seriously a relationship that could support that kind of thing. She was always more pragmatic, trying to figure out how to survive or, when surviving wasn't an issue, and college offered any kind of lull, how to just deal with life on a basic level. She has never experienced what she really wanted most. It is not because she is undesirable. She is! She has wanted and waited and prayed for her fantasy partner...companion, and her diligence, determination and refusal to merely settle keeps her mind wrapped around the ultimate mate, yet to enter.
So, about a month ago, when her roommate kissed her, there was no confusion because of that kiss. Deborah believes that "everything happens for a reason," as so many do nowadays. Her feelings were triggered more because she had never been kissed like this, or by her roomie at all. She went all the way to college, without as much as a kiss; however, on that evening, she either tore a hole in her own kittle wall, or simply opened an astonishing door. Since then, things have been ...Um... not awkward, but to some degree, complicated. Helga has been doing a good job of giving Deborah time ... and that was something, and certainly not unnoticed.
The more Deborah thought about it, the more that kiss was a benefit. With all the insanity of the carnival and Helga's dad building it up, it is getting to the point where she just wants someone to be close to. She longs for the REAL thing: Love. Simply stated, she pines to have the kind of relationship that thrives on every sense of the phrase, true love. To date, she has only read about it. That kiss with Helga held with it such fantasy, promise and at least potential. She is over her own self-administered popsicles: That is, like all girls eventually do, she learned to love herself, but has wanted and remains wanting a Life Companion or a Domestic Partner. She wants to love and be loved. It's who she truly fantasizes to have and to hold, forever and ever, Amen, that keeps a road block always before her.
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 – LOVE to share in their lives. She has confidants, she has people who understand her situation, and she'd had them for years. What was driving her insane now was that her life was always so chaotic that she never had the time to stop and be comforted or just ignore even for a few hours that she was not and never could be normal. And considering she had exactly one friend here ... she was tired of having to keep a "minimum safe distance" from her. No more detachment or distance!
A shitty morning rolls darkly into a shitty afternoon. The rain never did let up, and falls steady along with the loud crashing thunder and lightning outside. From what Deborah can see from her window, walkways are now starting to flood. She sighs, left the curtains open, and lies down on her bed, but remains inverted – positioned – to watch the storm. On top of that, it is an extremely hot day, and the air conditioner was broken. Deborah isn't entirely comfortable with the pink, lacey under garments (nor did she even remember when she got them), but she had already started laundry before this day had turned into the clusterfuck it is now. "No class today," she mumbled, less than enthused. "Whoa!" She tilted her head back from the torrential downpour and abruptly loud thunder clap outside. She takes a deep breath, laying down on her back, and stared at the ceiling, bored out of her mind. It is been one of those days: The ones that she finds herself unable to stop thinking. And with nothing to actually do, except her laundry, it just gets worse and worse, until she decides to quickly masturbate before getting back to the laundry chore. She bent her head back awkwardly (and, for anyone else, likely uncomfortably) upside-down, just past her mini-orgasm she achieved, as the door clicked.
Helga, wearing an excessively large and soaked black poncho, slips into the room and unintentionally slams the door behind her. She takes her own deep breath while leaning against the door. She drops her bag as she catches her breath, having run all the way across campus from her last class before the storm shut the school down for the day. She opens her mouth to say something, and paused, her eyes widening just a little bit as she looked down to see Deborah laying down and arching herself up in her underwear. Deborah immediately realized this may not have been the best way to choose to cool off her cumming, now that Helga is home. It wasn't like she could throw something on...that is, at least, not without it being covered in detergent and water! She smiles and says, "Hi" to Helga.
"Laundry ... day," Deborah said, somewhat meekly as she turned herself around, laying stomach-down, getting comfortable, if not maybe a little less provocatively, as well.
"Oh ... right, laundry day," Helga answered, doing her best not to sound awkward or stare and shaking her head a little. "Hi to you!" she says to Deborah and blows her a kiss.
She takes off her rain poncho and walks into her closet to change. Deborah groaned and buried her head into her arms, feeling like a raging bitch for what she guessed she must have just put her friend through. 'I mean, it's not even like you don't like her,' she admits to herself internally, 'so why can't you just be a woman and tell her?' She'd been having that fight with herself for too long a time, on top of all the conflict, two probable-related facts, but it is still agonizing.
Deborah looks up suddenly determined, and then throws a glance to the window again. It is a shitty day. It is a long day. It is only 12:55 in the afternoon, but feels like 8:00 PM, and she's already been exposed, overheated, stressed-out, and frustrated. 'DO something about it, then,' she commanded herself, 'Stop being such a sissy and just ... okay, Deborah. Get up! Figure something out! Do it! What could be easier?' She spun around to sit up and looked at the closet door, slightly ajar, where she could hear the slight rustling of clothing. She inhales in deeply and got up, making quick strides over to it.
Deborah pauses, her hand about to knock on the door. She feels 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 out what she is going to do, barely realizing her impulses are acting for her. By the time her fingers had wrapped around the doorknob, she was barely moving herself at all. She looks down at her closed hand and finally exhales, then slowly pulls the door open.
Helga turns around, hands pulled behind her back and on the clasp of her bra. She pauses, otherwise completely undressed, and stares back at Deborah for a couples seconds. "Um, can I help you?" she asks just as nervously as her roommate, tilting her legs away from Deborah a little. While Deborah didn't mind her showing off her firm, pale ass, she couldn't help but think she was acting a little weird. Well, weirder than she thought she would in this scenario.
"If I was any good at come-ons, I'd have at least a one-liner about the bra," Deborah says, unable to make her move away from the door or into the closet, "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 for a second in confusion, and then mouths an "Oh!" as she gets to the point.
"Deborah ... it's not that I don't want to." Helga answered, blushing, "But ... there are some things about me you don't know; and they are things that most people get a little freaked out about. Okay, well, one of them is." She closes her eyes and bows her head. Deborah looks her over a little apprehensively, unsure what Helga could be talking about.
She doesn't have to wait long to find out. Helga throws her bra to the side and turns around, letting Deborah see all of her at once. Most of it is what Deborah expected:: Helga's average-sized, but perky breasts with her adorable nipples, her flat stomach, the pale tone of her skin, long, graceful legs that are, admittedly, just a little more toned than she remembered them being ... and one thing she didn't expect. Between those legs hung what looked to be a rather large penis and a set of balls, completely shaved so there was really no mistaking what she was looking at. It is standing 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 as Deborah, shocked, stared down, "Not the girl part, this part, grabbing her eight inch dick. I just woke up one day and ... yeah. I'm not sure how or why ... okay, look, I'm sorry I didn't tell you in the first place, but after you turned me down, I didn't think ... I didn't think you'd ever have to know. I'm REALLY good at hiding it. Just ... not right now here with you." She closes her eyes, wincing a little at the embarrassment. She is bright red in her cheeks, wishing she were somewhere else, not here, right now.
