LIFE TURNED INTO BLACK.
-1. KALEIGH SAT AT the edge of her bed, pondering upon whom she had just encountered. Her brother's girlfriend of all people; she thought, I must have gone insane. She had been an orange-faced, salmon-pink vest top bearing girl- the type of which could barely spell their own name; let alone hold a conversation worth responding to. However, Kaleigh could not help but find her somewhat abhorrently intriguing. For someone- for someone to willingly fall into such a disgraceful way of life; it was a thought completely intangible to her. She, an ideology held rather firmly by her father; believed that everyone should aspire to greater things than they are capable. So, why a young, attractive woman- such as her brother's girlfriend --would knowingly decide to lower ones self- well. The whole idea sounded notably crazy, and she had often pondered the exact same thing in regards to her brother, Travis, whom had fallen into the simplicities of gang culture rather enthusiastically. In fact, from loose gossip she had overheard while campaigning over animal cruelty in their local town centre, Kayleigh had even heard evidence that her brother may have seriously injured someone with a knife. She had thought it not true at the time, of course, believing she knew her brother to be a kind, quiet boy. Times had changed since she had moved temporarily to go to University, obviously. The places she regarded as being 'rough' had simply become normal, and all of the originally nice places had became rundown; much like the rest of their small town. Gang culture, knife crime, regular beatings and sometimes gun crime; these things all became normality. For someone with such high moral beliefs, what her town had turned into, it devastated her and confused her. She, however, remained much the same. Kayleigh remained strong in her vegetarianism beliefs, in her Lesbian sexuality; and in her individuality.
Hearing the faint echoes of her brother's thuggish voice, as well as his common as muck arm candy, coming from the living room area in her apartment- she hastily broke herself out of the daydream. It had been for so long since her brother had willingly visited her that she felt under obligation to throw him away. She had even wasted a good red-wine on them; in fact, it had been the one given to her by an ex-lecturer. Travis had at least attempted to drink it, but his girlfriend- named Stacey --had simply dismissed it as tasting 'disgusting'. However, sophisticated pallets begged to differ. Another thing which had come to annoy Kayleigh greatly, had been the way Stacey- his girlfriend --would refer to her as sounding 'posh' and had often stated in confusion how she used 'so many big words'. Kayleigh had thought, in a slight amusement, to herself; you should try reading a book then. Nevertheless, Kayleigh could no deny she felt an odd attraction towards his girlfriend- something she definitely did not want to feel! There was something in the nervous glint in Stacey's eyes, however, which indicated the feeling was reciprocated.
"Fucking 'ell," Travis had suddenly proclaimed as Kayleigh had returned to the living room area once more, "that wine 'as proper gone to ma 'ed." Stacey, too, had been giggling as if she were miraculously tipsy. For none-stop partiers, Kayleigh had thought to herself, these kids sure are lightweights.
"Oh, I'll phone Dad or something." Kayleigh had suggested, clearing up the slight mess her visitors had made; as if by natural reflex.
"Nah, sis' let us stay 'ere for the night or somethin'." Oh, great, Kayleigh had thought to herself, even thinking in a sarcastic tone.
"I'm not sure whether that would work, I only have one bedroom and my couch isn't exactly..."- Kayleigh looked towards the 'couple', realising they would be staying the night despite however much she may have debated. "Okay, I probably have some spare blankets hidden away somewhere. One of you will have to sleep on the floor, of course." There was an odd silence; no, Kayleigh had thought, no they weren't going to sleep in my bed.
"If you sleep on the couch it'll be easier, sis'." Stacey had nodded in agreement. Typical, she had surely dug herself into too deep a whole now.
After a short silence, the reluctant Kayleigh finally agreed, simply nodding her head.
"Thanks." Stacey had said, usually she remained quiet. Something about the way she smiled showed she was actually thankful to Kayleigh, as well as possessing the look of slight guilt; like a kid who had just stolen a biscuit from the cookie jar.
"I want to go to bed at eleven though; I have work in the morning." Kayleigh said, glancing towards the digital display flashing across her television screen. It was exactly 22:10, which meant they had fifty minuets to calm themselves down enough to sleep; a thing Kayleigh doubted would happen in time.
"Oh my days sis', when did you become such a goody-two-shoes?" Travis send, mockingly as he had rose to vacate into her bedroom.
"Since forever"- she followed him in, not fully trusting him with her possessions. Inside her wardrobes lay things she did not want her brother; or anyone other than a lover, to see. It bore an assortment of sexy lingerie, sex toys; as well video tapes, DVDs and literature of the pornographic nature. See, the thing about Kayleigh was she was a good girl, but she was also a very sexually liberated woman underneath. She didn't want her brother, of all people, to see this side of her. It would mutilate their relationship even further. "Don't touch anything; you know how I like things nice and tidy." She said, quickly scanning the room to ensure she had not left any conspicuous items lying around. There was nothing, as far as she could see.
"I won't, as if I can be arsed to go looking through your weirdo stuff." Stacey came wondering into the bedroom next, gently brushing hips with Kayleigh on her way through the narrow doorway. She nervously coughed, as if clearing her mind of an arousal. Kayleigh, however, remained standing with her arms beside her hips with a smug-smile dancing across her lips. How obvious could it become, before her own brother would realise he was 'dating' a girl who was into other girls, too.
"You have a nice bedroom," Stacey said, almost out of the blue "I suppose you know what looks good." Travis, suddenly overtaken by a need for the toilet, rushed past his sister and left the two girls alone together.
"I also know who looks good," Kayleigh had said, a suggestive and aggressive tone taking over.
"Not me." Stacey had begun eyeing up her boyfriend's sister, noticing the largeness of her bright green eyes. She had perfection about her, something about the fine point of her jaw, or the pail-perfection of her skin that looked as though it would be baby-soft to touch. A look, Stacey thought to herself, a rare amount of women would ever achieve. Kayleigh looked as though all she had to do was wake up, and her whole aurora would resonate a divine beauty. But, Stacey said pulling herself out from her own thoughts; she did not find Kayleigh sexually attractive. Or did she?
It had been in the early hours in the morning, around two-am, when Travis had finally taken his girlfriend to bed. As Kayleigh lay there, watching some drab late-night television quiz show, she began to think about Stacey; and what things she would do to her if they were left alone.
-2. IN HER FANTASY, Stacey would be handcuffed to the headboard of her double bed, with her eyes covered by a black blindfold. She would be completely naked, where as Kayleigh would be dressed in her favourite underwear, which consisted of a black and red laced bra and a pair of matching black and red laced thongs. Kayleigh would revel in the position of power and tease her slave for all she was worth. She would whisper dirty words in her lover's ears, before crouching down before her and licking her erect, pink nipples. She would moan with incredible pleasure as she began to want more and more; as Stacey begun to beg her to fuck her. She would, her own pussy throbbing with excitement, go in her wardrobe and pull out a large black dildo, and strap it around her crotch. Stacey would be so wet, so ready; she moans in complete ecstasy as Kayleigh presses her body against the captives, and fucks her pussy hard. At each rhythmic push, her lover would scream 'more, oohh. Fuck me harder' and Kayleigh would, in fact, fuck her stronger and give her more. Just as Stacey would be about to climax, she would pull her massive rubber cock out and rub ice cold cubes down her lover's stomach. She would be screaming 'oh shit, no', ready to have the most intense orgasm of her entire life. Kayleigh would carry on teasing her, until she felt she had been cruel enough and she would eventually burry her head in-between her lover's thighs, and seek out her crown jewels. There it stood, the most beautiful pussy she had ever seen in her life. It lay pink, unshaven, wet; but most of all it smelt of lust and desire. It sent all of the senses in Kayleigh to orbit, and she had not even tasted her yet. She would lick her clit, slowly and in circles at first, and then she would thrash it hard in up and down motions with her tongue. She would be fucking her so hard with her tongue, her head would be moving in combination with the up and down movements. Stacey's moans would rise in pitch until finally; she would cum in her mouth. Thick, juicy, pale liquids would poor out from her pussy, and Kayleigh would drink it all up and still be thirsty for her musky-sweetness. She would untie her, and then be done with her. They would never smile at each other and exchange pleasantries, they would never hold each other or kiss; they would never emotionally link themselves to one and another.-
Kayleigh prised her eyes open and glanced about her living room. She had fallen asleep for about an hour, and had been rudely awoken by the sounds of her brother and his girlfriend at it in her bedroom. It made her feel sick, the thought of a man and woman having rough sexual intercourse in her bed. She could imagine her brother to have Stacey in the doggie position, and be fucking her like a piece of meat. She could imagine her bed to be rocking back and forth, hitting her wall and chipping away at the wallpaper. The disrespect for her personal area was the thing that angered her most; let alone he was fucking a girl she really wanted to, herself.
