[Kimberly is still trying to come to terms with the horrible death of her parents. She has found comfort with her sisters, Cassie and Jennifer, but is disturbed by erotic dreams that indicate a much deeper subconscious love...]
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I the morning, there was nothing to do but act like last night had been a dream - all of it. I woke up late and showered in the little en-suite cubicle the spare room enjoyed. I put on a pair of jeans and a fitted t-shirt that were clean but hadn't been worn since before the night of the fire, and a pair of flat sandals for the warm spring day. I went into the kitchen, ready to offer a bright good morning to either of my sisters, but neither were there.
"Hello?" I said. "Cassie? Jennifer?"
There was no answer. I looked in to the sitting room, where I'd spotted Jennifer sat in the sofa during the wee hours. It was empty. So was the study and, after some investigation, both of my sister's rooms. I went back down to the kitchen and only then did I spot the little yellow note pinned up against the reminder board:
Kim,
Have gone to work already. Cass had to dash out early for something at the seconds shop. Unless you want pasta again, grab some food from the mall and we'll cook later. Will be home by 6.
It was signed off by Jennifer, with two kisses at the bottom. I held the note for a moment, wondering what I should do with my day. Technically I was still in the leave period between finishing my dissertation and my final interview with the police in June. I had no-one to apologise for not going to work. No one to shake excuses at for failing to hand in a paper.
I sat at the kitchen table and ate some toast, and drank my orange juice and felt very, very lonely.
Without quite even realising what I was doing, as though it were an action my brain hadn't fully considered or consented to, I punched in the digits to Amanda's number on my cellphone.
"Hello?"
"Amanda? Hi. It's Kimberly."
"Kim? Kim?! Is that really you? How are you Kimby?"
"I'm fine, fine. How's things with you?"
"Things are great. I mean, they're like super-shit y'know. But hey, just everyday life, right?"
I grimaced, trying to hold back sudden tears. "Yeah. Listen, I was thinking. We haven't um, we haven't seen each other in quite a while, and I was thinking maybe we should, you know..."
"Meet up? God yeah. That'd be great. I thought you were going to live in New Jersey."
"Yeah, I am, but not yet. So you want to meet up?"
"Sure! That'd be fun. I'm just kicking around at home today, doing some housework. How about we have a few drinks at Mackie's next week if y-"
"How about half an hour?"
I could tell that the request took her initially by surprise. I could also tell she knew exactly what that meant. The pause was agonisingly longer than I expected. When she next spoke, Amanda was quieter, her voice a little bit more silky.
"Sure, Kimby. I'll, um, I'll just grab a shower and put on some clothes-"
"Don't bother." I said, letting the silence confirm what Amanda was already suspecting. The next time she spoke, I could hear the giggle in her voice.
"Why Miss Jones, I do believe you are being naughty! I-"
"I'll be there in half an hour." I said, and cut the call.
I put the phone down and sat, watching my trembling hands for a few minutes, before picking up my phone again and putting it into my jeans pocket. I went back to my room, sat down to put on a little make up and comb my hair, then picked up my bag and left.
I walked across town to the leafy residential avenue where Amanda still lived with her parents. Well, she lived on the same plot but had, three years earlier, persuaded her wealthy father to convert the family garage into a flat for her to live in by herself. She rarely spoke to her parents now; expect to argue about boundaries between the driveway and her 'garden path'. I walked up to the door and range the bell. The door opened a few inches; as much as the chain would allow. Amanda's face, framed by her short auburn hair, fixed into view. She looked much the same, but had put on quite a bit of weight.
"Hey stranger!" she said, in little more than a whisper. I forced a brief smile.
"Hi Amanda."
"You look great!" she said, eyeing me up and down.
"Can I come in?"
"Oh yeah."
The door closed and I heard a brief rattling before it opened again; slowly, and not fully, until I could step inside. Amanda closed it behind me while I stood, still wearing my summer jacket.
"Great to hear from you, Kimby. I didn't know if-"
Amanda had the breath taken away from her as I grabbed her upper arms and forced her against the wall by the door. I pushed myself hard up against her and smothered her lips with my own, kissing her passionately, violently, before she could react or push me away. I needn't have worried about her pushing me away. Within seconds, I was being pushed back to the opposite wall; Amanda's greater strength and bulk telling as she pressed her own ardor on me. I banged my head hard against the wall but ignored it. Amanda's hands were on my breasts; pressing them, squeezing them hard like she knew I enjoyed. I had my hands in her hair, down her back; raking her skin beneath the fabric of her top with my nails as our teeth clashed against each other and our tongues stabbed at one another relentlessly. For a spectator, it would seem we were fighting, or each forcing ourselves on the other at the same time. In truth, I absolutely had to feel like I was alive, and I knew that Amanda would be my release.
We broke apart for a few moments, catching our breath. Amanda looked me up and down; eyeing me wildly.
"Wow!" she said, breathing hard. "Wow! Kimby I didn't think you still felt that way about me. I didn't think you wanted to-"
I leaned forward and kissed her again; gently this time. A shushing kiss.
"I just want you to make love to me." I breathed, my lips and tongue remembering the taste and the scent of her as I kissed her again and again. Within a few seconds, Amanda's lips and hands were as hungry as mine. She tugged the jacket down my arms and dropped it to the floor. Breaking our kiss for only the briefest of moments, she pulled the hem of my t-shirt up from my belly and over my head. My small breasts bounced free and Amanda cupped them. Then she moved her hands down to my waist and fumbled with the button on my jeans. I guided her hands and helped her tug the jeans, and my panties, down past my hips and legs onto the floor. My sandals came off as I stepped out of my jeans and I stood there; naked and desperate as Amanda let her eyes and hands feast themselves on my body.
"Come on." she said, taking my hand and pulling me into her flat, toward her small bedroom. I did not protest. As she led me to her room, I looked at her properly for the first time. She had put on a lot of weight since we were last together, and that was evident in the orange baby-doll dress she was wearing. She was still the same Amanda though, and as she threw me onto her bed, I lay - face down - wanting her just as much as I had in the past.
Seeing that she had time on her hands, and that I wasn't going to change my mind and walk out, Amanda slowed her ador and urgency. She crept up onto the bed behind me and began to kiss the backs of my legs - from the ankles upwards - taking turns to wet each leg with her lips as she moved upwards. I sighed, closing my eyes to the sensation. I parted my legs a little as Amanda reached my ass cheeks and her teeth began to nibble at my skin. I felt her hands spread my ass open and her mouth on me again; lips wetting, tongue probing. Wetting two of her fingers, Amanda slipped them underneath me and pressed them against my already wet and swollen clit.
"Mmm! That's what I love about you, Kimby. You're always wet and horny!"
I didn't want to hear her speak. I didn't come here to be Amanda's girlfriend once more. I shifted, lifting my right leg as I rolled away from her. I knelt up on the bed, closing the space between us.
"Shh." I said, pressing a finger against her lips, then covering them with my own lips. Amanda simpered and coo'd at me, but I tugged at the bottom of her dress, trying to lift it. Amanda squirmed at first, as though she didn't want me to remove it, but gave up the fight when my hands insisted I wanted her naked.
I ran my hands over her larger body, feeling the soft folds of her skin beneath my fingers. I felt her react to my touch; remembering her old twitches and nuances. Despite her different shape, and our time apart, being here having sex with her was like old times; like putting on a pair of comfortable old shoes. I lay her down on the bed and spread her legs open. I kissed the soft fur at the top of her pussy, just like I knew she enjoyed, then pressed myself between her legs, using my lips and my tongue to prise and tease the warm, salty slit beneath her small clitoris.
I ate her for several minutes, feeling the familiar ache in my jaw as Amanda tried and failed to bring herself to the kind of orgasm I was able to enjoy so quickly. I shifted, swivelling my body around so that my legs straddled her head. I lowered my hips to her face and she didn't disappoint me.
I revelled in the sensations the pure hot lust our lovemaking produced and, when I came and heard Amanda sputter and cough, I turned round again and lay beside her, my hand still exploring the soft mound between her legs as I pressed my small frame against hers. We kissed for a while, each tasting the other's sex on our tongues and lips, and didn't talk.
Eventually, when her pussy got too sensitive for me to touch, and I had taken instead to roaming my hand over her breasts and belly, Amanda kissed the top of my head and told me that she still loved me. She began to talk about her efforts to get a job, and what maybe we could do together next week when I shifted, pulling myself up on my left elbow.
"I'm leaving." I said. Instantly, her eyes showed a panic I wished I could have averted. "Not right now. Not this minute. But I'm leaving. For New Jersey, and I wanted to come and say goodbye to you, Amanda. I wanted to remind myself of the good times we had together. I wanted to feel-"
Alive. That's what I wanted to say. But I didn't. Nor did I say anything about my family tragedy. I didn't come to Amanda's for sympathy.
"-I wanted to feel you in my arms, on my lips once more. I don't think I'll be coming back."
Amanda started crying. Small at first, then large, unattractive sobs making her body shiver as we lay on the bed. I shifted, kneeling up and straddling her, smoothing her hair and face with my hands.
