The Girl With Pink Hair: Pt 2
Any resemblance to individuals living or dead is purely co-incidental.
Constructive criticism is very welcome
Recap
In "The Girl With Pink Hair" we follow the travails of Elena Kowalski, a post-graduate student in the throes of completing her thesis. Her previous romantic interest has left the country to pursue his career and Elena is trying to fill the emotional void. She has a couple of less than satisfactory encounters before hooking up with Jess, a waitress. Jess reveals herself to be a member of another covert branch of humanity with the ability to detect and influence emotions. Elena decides that she is happy to accept Jess at face value - for the moment.
Saturday
The Loft
Elena came awake with a little bit of a start, initially not knowing where she was. Then she smiled and stretched languorously in the warm comfort of Jess's bed. It was still very dark, and Elena snuggled under the duvet.
"I'm off to work, love. I finish after lunch. Will you be here when I get back?" Jess whispered.
"Wild horses," Elena murmured, and she heard Jess's quiet chuckle.
The mezzanine floor creaked gently as Jess padded round to go downstairs. Half awake, Elena listened to the sounds of her new girlfriend getting washed and dressed, before quietly closing the door behind her as she left.
Mazily drifting in and out of sleep, Elena's thoughts bumbled around in her head. Some delicious recollections of yesterday's coupling had her nipples stiffening and she squirmed her thighs together. There were lots of problems now, she thought dreamily, but they could wait awhile. The word 'love' echoed as a soft lullaby as she drifted back into sleep.
Some few hours later, she sat up and wondered how to raise the blinds on the Velux. Looking around in the dusky light she noticed a remote hanging on a cord from the end of the headboard. It was admirably simple in design, there were just two rocker switches, one for the blinds; the other for the windows themselves.
The blinds started to come up in sequence, starting at the opposite end of the loft, and the big room came alive, with shafts of bright sunlight bouncing off the white walls. Elena hummed the theme to Thunderbirds with delight as a geeky teenage smile spread across her face. Hats off to whoever had the imagination to create this Boho loft rather than dividing it into four. She paused and chided herself, more likely
eight
extra bedrooms. There were plenty of predatory landlords in the city that would do exactly that if they got their hands on it. Sylvie's uncle must be seriously rich.
She wondered what to do with herself. The first port of call had to be the bathroom and then breakfast, or brunch, she thought guiltily, looking at the time. Jess had already been at work for nearly five hours.
The shower was a wonderful mixture of high and low tech. A sophisticated mixer supplied the drencher style head and was fed by two colourful red and blue plaid hosepipes snaking across the floor from taps on the wall. Elena eyed these dubiously, but her worries were unfounded. A touch of a switch and she luxuriated in a decadent flood of hot water.
Afterwards, wrapped in a robe and with her hair piled up into a towel on top of her head, she sat at the small table and wondered at her unexpected situation. Now - what was it Jess had called it -
entangled
with an elven spy. That was
absurd
on so many levels! She'd known Jess less than 24 hours and only had her word for any of the fantastical things that they'd spoken about between bouts of lovemaking. A smile curved her lips, the sex had been very good.
She shook her head and attempted to organise her thoughts.
What did she actually know? Jess claimed to have three paranormal powers, but only one that she had demonstrated. There was that business of the dream and she had to admit that Professor Edwards had been considerably nicer to her since then. Elena pulled a Gallic shrug; Jess could demonstrate the other two to her satisfaction when she came back.
Next bit of evidence: Jess was a waitress in a bistro by the station. She also claimed to be a spy! There was no way to substantiate that. It would also have to wait until sufficient proof was provided. It was Elena's fervent hope that Jess wasn't a delusional fantasist.
Lastly, she thought back to the previous evening. Jess had said she loved her. Bizarrely, of this she was more certain. She examined her feelings, doing her best to rely more on instinct and leave her analytical brain out of the process. The business with Jack Turner had shaken her deeply and she hoped she wasn't leaping from the frying pan into the proverbial. However, there was a little knot in her breast that didn't feel fake, and she tentatively probed it.
Jess felt open and genuine, which might be what was expected of a spy but then why tell the target? She had rescued her from the lying shitbag Dr Turner. Or, at least, she said she had. That couldn't be confirmed unless Elena felt like having a very surreal telephone call. 'Hi Mrs Turner, I don't suppose you can tell me the name of the anonymous person that tipped you off to your scumbag husband's infidelity?' No, perhaps not. And wasn't analytical brain supposed to be keeping its nose out of this?
Elena realised her shoulders had hunched with tension. She exhaled long and slow and made herself relax. Instead she thought about trust. Trust was very definitely not an analytical brain concept. And her instinct was to trust Jess. At that she felt a vast relief and was hugely reassured. Perhaps take things on trust (analytical brain sighed) for the moment and keep her wits about her. And the sex had been
very
good.
A little
frisson
shook her as she remembered the slick and the sweat, the soft cries, the sensual moans, the shuddering climaxes. So many words starting with 's'. Part of her immediately took up with thinking about why that might be while the rest of it dreamily recollected their twined limbs and she pressed her hand to her groin, squeezing her thighs together.
Memory supplied that at least one of the dildos was on top of the fridge by the bed and Elena groaned quietly. She should not be contemplating getting herself off, but her feet carried her upstairs, nevertheless.
She sat on the side of the bed and picked the sex toy up. It had several modes, but she settled on the simplest and opened her legs wide. Elena let the vibrating tip rest on top of the hood of her clit and thought about Jess's full breasts, firm and shapely with prominent nipples. The memory of those stiff points between her lips and her teeth quickened her breath and she lay back, pressing the dildo more firmly into her sex.
A fire started to build in her belly as she thought about Jess's brilliant blue eyes, looking up at her from between her legs. That blue intensity was evidence enough for a separate species all on its own.
There was a lump under her shoulder and Elena ferreted it out from under the duvet. It was no real surprise to discover another vibrator and she grinned to herself. This was the one that rotated and squirmed, and she felt an abrupt ratcheting up of her excitement as she switched it on. Jess had made her come like a rocket with this and Elena licked her lips as she anticipated a reprise. It was not going to be as good as if Jess did it but until her lover returned it would have to do.
She gasped as the head probed her opening, and then moaned as it eased further inside her, while she kept up the pressure on her clit with the other device. Her hips started to surge off the bed as she tortured herself by slowly fucking her sex with the knobbly plastic sex toy. Her lubrication was a rhythmic series of liquid sounds, easing the passage of the thing deep inside her.
Her climax arrived as a slow wave, cresting through her as she rammed the dildo home, and held the vibrator on to her clit as she shook and quivered. As she reached the peak, a melange of neon pink and deep blue swirled through her head and an ecstatic grin spread across her face, her eyes squeezed shut.
Across the city, Jess felt a little surge of crimson shot through with clear white light, and the corner of her mouth ticked up. Wish you were here indeed.
Elena lay back, staring at the ceiling, some things crystallising in her head. When it came down to it, all relationships were founded on trust. But perhaps Jess was going to have to work a little harder to earn it.
That decided, she rolled off the bed, climbed down the glorified ladder that counted as stairs and set about investigating the kitchen. Opening one cupboard door after another Elena discovered that this was a kitchen in name only. The two or three that weren't empty contained only the most basic of items. Elena pursed her lips and frowned. The frown only deepened as she realised the coffee was instant out of a jar! Elena took a deep breath. This was akin to neglect. And something had to be done about it.
