Cross Talk
Author's note: This is the second chapter on Caily and Tau. Do read the first one 'One summer day' for more context. I hope you enjoy this one. Drop your comments and vote to let me know how you like it so far.
The little girl I had known all my life, stood before me, smiling, her red wings simmering in the bright light. I watched unable to do anything, as she flitted away from me like a butterfly. Heels dug into misty ground, trying to reach her but it was hopeless pursuit. Her face clouded, disappearing into the unknown. The ground below me began to rumble and crack. Deep gorges opened to swallow me whole.
The ground reverberated as I awoke, but there were no murkiness or the little girl. Just an over compassing darkness and the sound of a train passing close by. I had fallen asleep and judging by how dark it was, for far too long. The old train yard by the lake was beautiful by day but at night, it became desolate and eerie.
I shook myself fully awake. I was dreaming but not sure what about. It made so much sense a minute before. The only thing of sense was Caily as a little girl. She either was a butterfly or dressed like one. Thoughts returned to earlier happenings that day, the same thoughts I had before I dozed off. What we did was probably so wrong, that it felt so right but I had to fix it somehow. I didn't want to lose my best friend over a mistake. It wasn't her angry face that I couldn't handle but her pained one that hurt.
Speaking of angry faces, my mother's loomed as I peddled back home and just as I envisioned, she waited on the steps of the porch like a sentry waiting for any threats. Of course, the only threat was to me. Up close, she didn't look all that angry but that didn't mean she wasn't.
"What happened?" She asked in quiet indifference.
"Slept by the tracks." I answered. Her disapproving look said more than any words.
"Where's your phone?"
"I don't have it on me." I shrugged.
"The one time that contraption is of any use and you don't have it on you." I nodded and waited but all she said was; "Get cleaned up. I have supper ready."
I washed and sat down while my mother set my plate.
Something was wrong with that picture. Her job was to put food on the table, never tend to it. Not that she didn't want to but her busy schedule never allowed it. Like the calm before the storm, I watched silently as she slapped a spoonful of mashed potatoes on to my plate.
"Mom, aren't you late for work?" I ventured.
"I still have time. You finish up." No, she never had time. Her feet were out the door by six the latest. It was seven.
"Tau, are you alright?" She asked once I finished.
"I am fine." She took the plates from my hands. Washing plates, another chore she never did. "Mom, now you're freaking me out?" She turned the water down and faced me.
"Caily's been calling all afternoon. She sounded worried... more than worried and when that girl is, so am I... Should I be worried Tau?"
"Really? You think she sounded worried?" My mother had that look in her eye when she suspected something.
"Did you guys have a fight?" She guessed.
"No! Why do you think that?"
"I am your mother Tau. I know when things are off." Her sharp intuition was irritatingly accurate.
"Maybe... I don't know what we did."
"Talk to her. Sort it out. You never handle fights with her very well."
That wasn't completely true. Sure, there were times when things seemed to have gone overboard. Like in the 6th grade, when we lived in a different town and phones were the only way we kept in touch. We fought for some petty reason and I locked myself in the bathroom demanding Caily apologize. This was impossible, as she wasn't home that weekend. My mother had to find the locksmith to get me out. Or maybe it was way before that in 3rd grade when she stuck bubble-gum to my hair for ignoring her and we had a hair wrenching fight. My mother had a point; we didn't handle fights very well.
On cue, the phone rang.
"Go on. That must be her again." My mother returned to washing.
"Hello... "
"Tau! You jerk, where have you been?" She howled over the receiver. I got out through the back door before answering, away from my mother's earshot. She's a ninja when it came to hearing other people's phone conversations.
"Look Caily, before you say anything, I want to tell you that I never wanted to force myself on you like that. It was wrong and I hope you can forgive and forget whatever happened today." I spat out my ten-time revised apology. Still it sounded horrible and robotic. There was a long silence, when I imagined her considering.
"You want to forget everything that happened?" She confirmed.
"Yes! I want things to go back to the way they were before this mess."
"Sure Tau, if that's what you want." She agreed. I exhaled finally. "Just tell me this; what were you doing in my bath after that thing that didn't happen?" There was an odd tone when she mentioned that.
"Nothing. Just... cleaning up the mess we made." I blurted out.
"Well, you didn't do a great job; you missed a spot." She told me.
"Really? I thought I got everything." I answered, trying to remember all the spots I shot my load.
"You should have let me give you a hand. I would have been so much better at it." She said mischievously, leaving me to wonder if it was the cleaning she really talked about. Before I could ask her, my mother came out.
"Tau, I am going to work. Dinner's in the fridge." I nodded while squeezing the handset. "And one more thing, they fixed your Internet."
"Okay..." I answered. She eyed me suspiciously one last time before leaving.
"Caily...?" She hung up. I called back only to receive a busy tone. A few more times and I was about to break the handset. Even on her mobile, only her sarcastically bubbly voice mail answered. I gave up eventually and returned to my room.
For some reason, I felt exhausted but not enough to put me to sleep. I stripped down to my trunks and laid flat on my bed.
I knew what I told Caily but my mind kept reeling back to that afternoon. All those incredible sensations that took hold of me: her scent, her taste, her hair and every image that seared itself in to my memory for all of time. It was all fresh in my head but incomplete without her presence. My hands were already stroking my dick. It was as if something powerful manipulated my hands as I jerked out of control and into oblivion. It was mind blowing and yet I had more in me. I stopped myself before my memories got the better of me.
The rest of the night, I spent with my sketchbook, putting my memories to paper. The way she wiggled out of her shorts, standing on her toes as I touched her for the first time, her spread legs, her writhing and moaning under my tongue's assault and the final one when she came. Hours had gone by and I didn't even notice. They were some of the best sketches I did and yet they paled in comparison to her.
I yawned audibly.
It was probably time to get dinner, when the phone rang. I picked up immediately.
"Caily?"
"No man, it's me." I almost groaned into the receiver on hearing his voice.
"Eddy, what do you want?" I asked half-irritated.
"Dude, what's with the doom and gloom? You're back online and we need you scoping for us bro." Eddy was over enthusiastic, a day before I would have been too.
"How did you even know about my Internet?" I asked.
"Who do you think you're talking to man? I know everything."
"My mother called you, didn't she?"
"Yes, she was asking for your password and I know we promised to never reveal it until we were mortally injured or something but I couldn't help it. We need you man, those Russians are killing us." My head throbbed with Eddy's every syllable. Eddy was more fun than most but once hold of anything, he could even drive peaceful monks to violence.
"Not really in the mood tonight Eddy."
"Not in the mood? Not in the mood! Duty calls my friend and you don't say no to your brothers. Besides, you want those commy bastards taking over the scoreboard?"
"First of all, they are probably from Cleveland or somewhere and secondly screw the scoreboard."
"Hey, never mock the sacred board. What's wrong with you? Did those commies turn you?"
