This story is a work of fiction solely from the twisted mind of Chromex. Any resemblance to any persons living or dead is purely coincidental. All characters are of at least 18 years of age unless otherwise specifically mentioned. Please do not copy/redistribute the story, in part or total, without the author's permission.
*
Walking into the house I found myself drained; the lack of sleep and the emotional roller coaster finally catching up with me. With each step through the silent rooms, I couldn't help but catch a glimpse of the small gold chain around my ankle. It had once belonged to Tiffany's mom and now she wanted me to have it. Tiffany's mom, I knew I was missing something and it just wasn't clicking. Had Tiffany ever mentioned her mom? I was just too exhausted to think clearly. Stripping out of my dress before crawling into bed I resolved to talk to Tiffany about it later.
It was dark when I woke up hours later to a gnawing in my stomach and delicious soreness between my legs. Somehow I managed to sleep through most of the day and after a quick shower, I threw on some clothes and went in search of Tiffany and food. Tiffany's door was open when I stepped into the hallway so I stuck my head in hoping to find her. She wasn't there, but her closet was open and I could see a couple of outfits draped over a chair. It looked like she had been going through her clubbing clothes and I didn't see her most recent purchase. She had picked up a hot looking green dress the other day and I knew she was dying for a chance to wear it.
"Sara, going out with some friends. Not sure if I will be home before morning or if I'll be alone. Probably not." I had to read the note I found on the kitchen counter a couple of times to make sure I understood her meaning. A part of me was happy that she was going ahead and moving on and yet my mind kept drifting to the small chain encircling my ankle. I needed more information because it was obvious to me I was missing something important. I also needed to figure out what the hell I was going to do tonight. So far my record when left unsupervised was less than stellar.
Opening the fridge I couldn't stop myself from smiling. Sitting on the shelf was a plate with a turkey sandwich, a pickle, and a can of Pepsi. A sticky note in Tiffany's flowing script was stuck to it with just my name in big letters. As much as I appreciated the food I appreciated the gesture that much more. We weren't going to be more than friends but at least I knew she still cared. I silently vowed to make sure I would always be there for her. As I slowly munched away on my sandwich I sent a text to Mike asking if he could come over so we could talk. I was hoping he could clear some things up for me.
I never heard from Mike until the next day, but I was able to get Elisa on the phone. We talked for a while about my concern regarding Tiffany's ability to control me in non-sexual situations. It was then I learned some things I wish I hadn't. "Sara, how do you feel about Tiffany? I mean deep down inside how do you feel about her?"
I didn't have a good answer for her. Nothing I had ever done had prepared me for the mix of emotions that were running through me. "Truthfully I'm not sure. I know I care about her more than anyone else in my life right now. I've never been this mixed up in my entire life. Part of me wants to let her go and get on with her life, and another part just wants to grab her and hold on for dear life. I just don't know what to do."
"Sara, this is important. I need for you to be completely honest with me. Do you love her?"
The question caught me completely off guard. Did I love her? Did I even know what love was? Had I even truly been in love? I couldn't answer my own questions. "Elisa," I whispered into the phone, "I don't know."
"I wish I was there in person to tell you this. There was something we didn't cover the other night," she said, sadness creeping into her voice, "because it's usually years before this crops up. We live a long time. My brother and I are both well over three hundred years old and you'll live probably long past us. When Gandalf makes his new toys he likes to keep them around. Severe trauma and injury will still kill you, but outside of that- nothing. I'm sorry, but you're going to outlive Tiffany and everyone you know."
The floor rushed up towards me as my knees buckled. It's funny how time seems to run at its own pace when it wants to; as fast as the floor was rushing up, that's how slowly my phone slipped out of my hand and tumbled to the floor. I saw as it hit; the screen as it shattered from a small chip in the corner spreading like a spider web across the glass. The buttons flying off as the plastic case exploded. I don't know how long I was on the floor sobbing and screaming, my heart having been shattered into a million pieces.
It must have been hours before I was able to pick myself up off the floor. Gathering the pieces of my ruined phone I put them in a paper bag and headed to my bedroom. Searching my room I quickly found exactly what I needed, the last remaining stuffed animal from my childhood; a small grey mouse. I'd never given it a name but it had always been there for me. Curling up into my bed I just lay there as tears poured down my face, my mind refusing to accept Elisa's words.
I'm not sure what it was that woke me up. Glancing at the clock I could see it was after three a.m. and it was then I realized I could hear a sound through my door. Clutching my mouse I crawled out of bed and pulled open my door. The sound was instantly recognizable. I should have just gone back to bed, but my feet seemed to move of their own volition, drawn towards the sound.
On the couch was Tiffany; her blonde hair loose and wild, her tan skin glistening in the soft light, her eyes closed, and her mouth hanging open as she rode the cock of some unknown guy. I couldn't help but stare at her; she looked so beautiful in that moment with her face in rapturous bliss. I wanted to flee the room, but I couldn't bring myself to do it, so for long minutes, I stood there watching her. I watched as he let himself go inside her causing her to cry out and slump against him, her breathing was ragged as his. I knew she'd orgasmed when he did, I could already tell the signs.
She looked beautiful to me and I found myself so intensely jealous that I couldn't look away. It wasn't until I saw her eyes flutter open and focus on me that my feet finally let me flee. Moving down the hall I quickly entered my room and locked the door. I wanted to fly further; leave the house, the city, fuck the state even, but I had nowhere to go.
Crawling back into bed I turned on the stereo hoping to drown out the sounds now coming from her room. It didn't matter how loud or what type of music I played I could hear her. Every moan and cry of passion was crystal clear in my ears, I thought I was going to start going insane when finally, thankfully, it stopped. I just prayed for enough sleep to recharge at least a little bit. It was then, in that half-conscious world between awake and asleep that I truly grasped my issue this night. It wasn't that she was fucking some strange guy. It was that she was doing it without me; we were supposed to be together.
The morning came far too soon and yet the night was so incredibly long. I needed to clear my head and before I knew it I was dressed for a run. I knew it was probably too hot already, but I needed to do something and running has always been cathartic for me. So dressed in my running shorts and a sports bra I hit the road. Being in the Marine Corps I used to have to run all the time, but it took me a couple of minutes to get used to the change in my balance. Running with breasts was certainly a new experience, but once I adjusted I just focused on the road ahead.
It was early enough in the day that it wasn't obscenely hot just yet, but it was going to be a fun one. As I ran I felt my mind clear for the first time in days. Mile after mile passed under my feet and I found myself going over the last few days. I tripped over my own feet and found myself lying in someone's yard as the pieces of the puzzle fell into place. Tiffany's red and swollen eyes yesterday morning at the hotel were a perfect match for mine last night.
Getting up off the grass I began running back to the house. My god, how fucking stupid could I have been. I had made an assumption and now I was paying for it. The ground was passing beneath my feet far faster than the way out and yet there was no soreness in my legs. It felt as if I was moving at a dead sprint, tears blurring my vision as they streamed down my face. I had to get to Tiffany; I had to fix this before I lost her.
Turning on to our street I saw the house and nothing appeared to have changed. Our cars were still there as was the red Camaro that I assumed belonged to the guy from last night. Crossing through the house I headed into the back yard to cool down from my run. I wasn't sure how I was going to do this with him here and had to hope he would be leaving soon.
Hearing the back door slide open and the heavy footfall I knew her toy from last night was watching me. I wasn't in the mood for conversation with him so I continued my stretching routine. "So you must be the housemate Sara?" It was a voice I would recognize until my dying day. Lifting myself off the ground I turned and looked upon someone I'd prayed to never see again.
