How do people actually come to terms with themselves, wondered Melissa, idly staring at nothing in particular. She had asked herself that question again and again over the years and, still, she had no answer. The inability to face up to her true nature had finally reached a point she could no longer tolerate! But what to do about it? That continued to elude her. "Shit!"
"Well that's a fine howdy-do," chuckled Brenda.
Startled, Melissa looked up and saw her best friend standing in front of her desk. "Sorry... I.. uh... guess I was daydreaming and didn't see you come in," was her embarrassed reply.
"Ya think?"
"Ok ok, I WAS daydreaming."
"I'm sure glad we got THAT cleared up," laughed Brenda.
"You always have to be the smartass, don't you," observed an amused Melissa.
"You know it, so stop you're bitching, get your pretty ass out of that chair and let's get the hell out of here. It's Friday, work time is over and time's a wasting, so move it girl!"
"You can be such a bossy broad, you know that."
"And your point is?"
"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!"
Brenda laughed herself silly, so enjoying the ease with which she could irritate her best friend.
As was usual on a Friday night, The Lamp Lighter Lounge was packed by the time they got there. The two friends fought their way through the mob of squirming bodies on the dance floor, only to find all tables were taken. Luckily, they managed to commandeer two just-vacated seats at the bar.
"Well that was fun," quipped Brenda grumpily, sitting down.
"Now who's the one doing the bitching," giggled Melissa.
"Button it," came the stern reply.
"Or what," teased Melissa, "you gonna send me to my room?" Her uncontrollable laughter brought questioning stares from all those around them.
"It's not my fault we had to stop at your place first so you could change. How many times have I told you to bring an extra outfit with you so that won't happen!"
Brenda was right. Melissa had been in such a funk that morning from over sleeping she'd completely forgotten it was Friday and that she'd be getting together with Brenda after work. She was half-way to the office by the time she remembered so there was no time left to remedy the situation. Now she was paying the price.
"I'm sorry babe, I completely forgot. Forgive me?" she asked in her best sweet-little-girl imitation.
"I'm sorry too Mel," replied Brenda ruefully, "it's just that I've been a bit depressed lately so I get irritable at the drop of a hat".
"Hey look, why don't we got out of here and go back to my place where we can relax and unwind in peace," said Melissa, quickly standing up.
"You sure you don't mind?"
"Hell no. It's too crowded and noisy here anyway."
The drive back had been a silent one. Brenda was obviously more troubled than Melissa had realized. Her silence was so uncharacteristic it was almost frightening. The two had been best friends since childhood and there wasn't anything they hadn't been able to share with each other. Or almost anything, Melissa reminded herself. So the silence now was more than a little disturbing.
Back at her apartment, they were sitting on the couch sipping their drinks when Melissa finally broke the long silence. "Ok babe what the hell's going on?" she asked with much concern in her voice.
With tears in her eyes, Brenda looked over at her closest and dearest friend but was unable to speak a single word. How could she when what was on her mind was the unthinkable?
"No matter what it is, I'm here for you," said Melissa softly, encouragingly.
Oh girl if you only KNEW, thought Brenda as the tears swiftly became a deluge streaming down her face. Her hushed sobs turned into all out cries of anguish as she covered her face with her hands to hide the horrible shame burning deep inside her soul.
Melissa quickly moved over beside her friend and wrapped her in her arms and held her the way a mother cradles a terrified infant. "Ssssssssssh," she whispered soothingly as she began gently rocking Brenda back and forth. "Whatever's bothering you, it's ok baby, I'm right here with you and I'll keep you safe... so safe baby... I promise."
Brenda desperately grabbed on to Melissa and squeezed tightly, murmuring a barely audible thank you as her arms enveloped this precious friend of hers. Sighing deeply, she let her head slowly sink onto Melissa's comforting, feminine shoulder.
As she did so, Melissa felt tremors rumbling deep inside her body, the unmistakable call of the all-too-familiar feelings she'd known most of her life. They were hurriedly building up and spreading throughout her body. Feelings she shouldn't be having at this moment- hot, hungry, sexual feelings. Those sordid, disgusting, unnatural feelings she'd had for Brenda ever since they were sixteen.
Even after all these years she'd never been able to get that one glorious picture of Brenda out of her mind. They were at Mary Ellen Mackie's house for a pool party- inside- changing into their swim suits- Brenda naked, her perfectly shaped body completely exposed to a very mesmerized young girl's lustful stares. A body that radiated carnal sensuality with every movement. Having developed early, Brenda was fully matured at the tender young age of sixteen.
Melissa could visualize every single detail of that scene with such vivid clarity, it all easily could have been happening right now; Brenda bending over- her huge, heavy breasts dropping into the almost non-existent red bikini top- straightening up, chest out, hands behind her back securing it- her luscious legs stepping into the skimpy thing that was a sorry excuse for a bottom- then her posing in front of the full-length mirror, modeling herself, running her hands up her bare thighs then back down her creamy, mostly-exposed ass. Breathtaking!
