The Blurring

by Angela Peach

  As I thought this, something very strange happened. Our tongues seemed to fuse together, melting until they were joined and we were sharing the same tongue. Unfazed, we pushed even harder against each other, needing this joining. Our lips followed suit, then our hands, and bit by bit, our bodies moulded together into one large singular writhing mass of absolute pleasure…

  My eyes flew open. The orgasm from the dream had followed me and a small cry escaped as I came. I tried to get my breathing to return back to normal, but failed. I quietly slipped out of bed and went into the kitchen for a glass of water. My face felt flushed from the excitement, and I couldn’t stop going over what had just transpired.

  The dream had been different!

  For the first time since the accident, I’d dreamed a different ending! It was such a rush to have another outcome other than waking up thinking I was in hospital!

  And there are definitely worse ways to wake up than to a toe curling orgasm!

  I ignored the thought, despite feeling another flush rise up my neck and across my face as I remembered it. It was a muggy night, that was all.

  I went and sat on the sofa, picking up my laptop. I was going to message Spencer and tell her my nightmare had changed, but obviously not go into too much detail about what had happened. After I logged into Facebook, I was surprised to see that she was online. I’d added her before going to bed last night, and she’d obviously accepted. Frowning, I checked the time. Eight minutes past three. A second later, a conversation box popped up from her.

  REBECKA SPENCER

  Hey!

  Shocked, I sent one back.

  TRISTEN ALEXANDER

  Hey back! How come u r still awake?

  REBECKA SPENCER

  Just woke up! My dream was different!  How was yrs?

  TRISTEN ALEXANDER

  Different too! What does it mean?

  REBECKA SPENCER

  ???

  Do u want 2 call me instead of talking on here? Too much 2 say!

  TRISTEN ALEXANDER

  Ok! R u by yr phone?

  REBECKA SPENCER

  Yes-call landline.

  X

  With shaking fingers, I dialled her number from the sheet she’d given me with all her contact details on. She picked up before it had even rung.

  “Hello?” she answered breathlessly, and I smiled at the sound of her voice.

  “Hi! How are you?” I replied, slightly breathless myself with the excitement of it all.

  “I don’t know! I can’t really believe it to be honest! What was different about your dream?”

  I hesitated. One thing I’d never been able to do my whole life was lie on the spot. My mind went blank apart from the image of our bodies wriggling together in ecstasy.

  “Uh, I knew your name and…we were talking…” I managed to say as I desperately wracked my mind for something else to tell her.

  “Really? What were we talking about?” she asked, sounding genuinely interested.

  Sex. Kissing. Touching.

  “Um, we weren’t so much talking as we were kissing” I admitted, kicking myself for not being able to think of any other activity. But it was just a dream, wasn’t it?

  “We were kissing?” she said, sounding surprised. I felt my face burn.

  “Yes. But I think it’s because of what you said last night. You know, about giving me the kiss of life and stuff” I said quickly, trying to rationalise it.

  “Oh, you mean I was giving you the kiss of life?”

  Could this get any more uncomfortable?

  “Erm, no. It was actual kissing.”

  “Really? With tongues and stuff?” she probed, and I realised she sounded amused at my embarrassment, and was just teasing me.

  “Yes, with tongues and stuff, then I woke up” I skipped over the intense sexual pleasure and body melding, feeling it unnecessary to mention. She laughed.

  “Was I a good kisser?”

  I closed my eyes, aware of my nudity for the first time as a thrill of pleasure ran through me at the memory.

  “Yeah, you were pretty good. I mean, I’ve never kissed a girl before, so you were my first! But I wouldn’t push you away!” I laughed, realised I was flirting with her, and shook my head.

  What am I doing? Nick’s in the other room, and I’m not gay!

  “Well, I actually am a phenomenal kisser, so you had your first time with the best! Not that I’m a lesbian though. I totally like men.”

  “Oh, me too…obviously!” I said, ignoring the nugget of disappointment that settled in my stomach. She laughed again.

  “Yeah! So, is that why you’re Tristen Alexander?”

  “Wha…oh, you mean on Facebook? No, that’s sort of my way of remembering my brother. You know, cos Tristen’s my last name.”

  “Oh shit, sorry.”

  “That’s ok. So is San your boyfriend?”

  “San? Oh my god no! Once upon a time, yes, but we’re just really good friends now. Listen, do you have Skype? Then we could see each other as we talk?”

  “No, sorry” I looked down at my naked body and saw my nipples were erect.

  And there’s a definite wetness between my thighs.

  I ignored that thought and tried to concentrate on what she was saying. For some reason, I didn’t want to cover myself up and was quite enjoying sitting here buck naked chatting to Spencer. I idly wondered what she was wearing, whether or not she was dressed.

  We continued talking and within fifteen minutes, it felt as comfortable as talking to Alice. We covered a lot of subjects from music, to films and books, even what sort of vacuum cleaners we both had and how we rated them! It didn’t seem to matter what we talked about-we shared the same interests, liked the same things and nothing was too ridiculous to discuss. She had an easy voice to listen to, and several times I found myself staring at her profile picture on my laptop screen as she spoke, taking in her soft brown eyes and the way her dark hair fell over her shoulders.

  “Don’t you have work today?” she finally asked me, and I looked in shock at the time.

  “Shit! Yes, in three hours! How did it get to six o clock?” I exclaimed, feeling sorry our chat was going to come to an end-I could have carried on for much longer!

  “I’m so sorry. I didn’t really think, what with me being a dole bum now and everything. But I’ve really enjoyed talking to you.”

  “Hey, it’s my fault for not keeping an eye on the time, and I’ve enjoyed talking to you too.”

  “Are you going to go back to bed?”

  “I wouldn’t be able to sleep now. I think I’ll just get a shower and drink plenty of coffee. Feels like it’s going to be a scorcher today” I hesitated, trying to build up the courage to ask my next question. “So, listen. I’ve got to come and collect my car tonight after work. I wondered if you’d let me take you out for dinner? To say thanks.”

  “Hey, it was only a spag bol! And that reminds me-I think I need to give you some cookery lessons” she said, laughing.

  “No, I mean to say thank you for saving my life. I mean, dinner doesn’t really say thank you at all, but it’s a start.”

  “Oh! Yeah, that! Sure, I’d love to have dinner with you!”

  “Great! Do you like Thai food? There’s an amazing restaurant quite near where you live where we could go.”

  “The Orchid Garden? Are you kidding? I love it in there, but it’s so expensive!”

  “Seriously, don’t worry about it! It’s my treat and I won’t take no for an answer!”

  “Hey, I’m not going to argue! When I was a chef, I never had time to go out for meals, and now I couldn’t afford to if I wanted to so it’ll be nice to be taken out!” she said, and I beamed stupidly.

  We arranged a time for me to pick her up, then made idle chit chat for another ten minutes before hanging (reluctantly) up. I then spent a further twenty minutes scrolling through her Facebook, reading her statuses and peering at her pictures. I tried desperately to ignore the fact that
I was incredibly aroused, but in the end I caved and slid my hand between my legs. My fingers were immediately soaked with my musky wetness and I knew it wouldn’t take long to climax. I massaged my swollen clit, biting my bottom lip to stop from crying out. I couldn’t remember when I’d last felt this turned on, but it felt wonderful! Despite not having slept for more than a few hours, I felt awake! No, I felt alive! When I came, I was barely able to stop myself screaming in pleasure and the orgasm itself tickled on for what felt like hours! I’d only just got my breath back when I heard the bedroom door open behind me.

  “Hey! You’re up early” Nick said, walking through bleary eyed and yawning. I sat forward guiltily, aware I was bathed in a light sheen of sweat and no doubt flushed red.

  “Couldn’t sleep. I think I’ll go take a quick shower babe” I said, practically running from the room before he could notice, or smell the sex in the air.

  In the shower under the hot stream of water, I tried to think things through. I’d told Nick months ago that my dreams were starting to be different from the usual accident nightmares, so I couldn’t get excited with him now about it. But on the other hand, I was totally confused by the developments of the last twenty four hours.

  More specifically, how I was starting to feel towards a certain brown eyed girl.

  CHAPTER 5

  Nick dropped me off at the bus stop and I just managed to catch the one I needed to get to work in time. I walked in with a big smile on my face despite having had so little sleep.

  “Somebody got lucky last night!” Marie observed as I turned on the coffee machine.

  “Marie, I had the craziest night!”

  Over coffee, I told her about getting mugged and bumping into Spencer.

  “So if I hadn’t had to take Carol Hudson’s samples over, I never would have met her!” I finished, taking my mug to the sink.

  “Wait a second, who the fuck is Carol Hudson?” she asked, frowning.

  “Carol Hudson? Your client?”

  “Tell me you mean Karen Henson? Oh dear god Tristen, please tell me you haven’t been calling her Carol?” Marie was aghast and totally serious. I shook my head uncertainly. “Christ, you had me going then. Ok, talk time’s over, let’s go and do some work.”

  She left the room, but instead of following, I went straight for the paperwork in my briefcase, glad I’d left it in the office now. Surely I hadn’t got it so wrong? I’d been working on the samples for weeks, and spoken to her numerous times both on the phone and in person, and neither she nor Marie had ever corrected me before. I found the relevant paperwork.

  No. It can’t be?

  Karen Henson.

  I read the name over and over again. Here it was typed, and here were some notes, written by myself, which all said the same name.

  Karen Henson.

  Karen Henson.

  Karen Henson.

  For a moment, I found it very hard to breathe. I stared at the name, trying to make sense out of what I was seeing.

  “Are we having an extended coffee break before we’ve even started work?” Marie said over my shoulder, startling me. I hadn’t heard her come in.

  “No, sorry. I was just making sure I’d written the right name on all the paperwork” I replied truthfully. She took a file from the desk next to me.

  “Well if you’re done checking, I’d love it if you could join me for some work today. It is what I pay you for” she said cuttingly, then stalked back out. I sighed. She was not in a good mood.

  Unfortunately, it seemed like everything was out to piss her off this morning.

  I had a constant barrage of phone calls on my private phone line, both from people who’d read on my Facebook profile that I’d been mugged and robbed of my phone, and from the police and insurance company asking me for more details. Nick and I had made all the necessary calls when we’d got home the night before, which had kept us up late, as well as waiting for the emergency locksmith. The insurance company told me it would be five to seven days before a replacement mobile phone could be sent out to my annoyance. By the time I got off the phone nearly half an hour later, Marie was positively seething.

  Her mood didn’t improve when Della and Jen popped in at eleven to see if I was free for lunch and also to check I was ok after my traumatic experience. I had an idea I was going to be having another one if anyone else interrupted our work day!

  The final straw came at eleven forty five by way of a wrong delivery. I had to feel sorry for the poor delivery driver who, through no fault of his own, delivered her the wrong stationery. He took the brunt of her wrath while I watched sympathetically from behind my desk.

  When twelve thirty rocked around, I quietly slipped out of the door to go to the local café for lunch, walking as quickly as my tender feet could carry me. When I got there, Alice, Della and Jen were already waiting for me.

  “Your boss still hulking out?” Della asked, poking around with her hair. She was currently cultivating one of the largest afros I’d ever seen, and it was a regular occurrence for people to stop her and ask if it was real.

  “If you mean is she still majorly angry and spitting fire, then the answer is yes” I said, flopping into a chair. There was a coffee on the table for me. “God, I need this. Is there any whisky in it?”

  “Forget the coffee, tell us what happened?”

  “Did they have guns?”

  “Did they try and take you down a dark alleyway to have their wicked way with you?”

  Bombarded with questions, I held up my hands.

  “Whoa whoa whoa! One at a time!” I sat forward, and they all followed suit. “Ok, so there was two of them, and I think one of them had a knife” I started in a low conspiratorial voice, making sure I had their full attention. I told them what had happened then waited for their reaction.

  There was a long silence.

  “Let me get this straight. Two kids asked you for your stuff, and you handed it all over willingly?” Alice asked incredulously.

  “Hell Tris, that aint a mugging, that’s a giveaway! Hey, can I please have your car?” Della said in a loud voice, then started guffawing hysterically. Alice joined her, holding her stomach.

  “Aw, come on guys! Give her a break? I’m sure they looked menacing, right Tris? How old were they anyway? Nine? Ten?” Jen asked, trying to keep a straight face as she feigned sympathy for me. Her curly blonde hair sat just above her shoulders, which were shaking as she tried to stop laughing.

  “Laugh all you want. I’d like to have seen any of you lot refuse to hand your bags over.”

  “Sugar, they wouldn’t have dared ask me for my shit!” Della said, and I truly believed her! She looked like a fierce African tribal warrior, but also wouldn’t have looked out of place strutting down a catwalk.

  “Anyway, I’ve got some other, bigger news, and if you lot don’t stop laughing at me, I won’t tell you!” I said as the waitress came over. We all ordered and, unable to keep it from them any longer, I told them about Spencer. As with Nick, I withheld certain nuggets of information.

  “Is she going to go to the police?” Jen asked.

  “What for? I’m sure the police don’t really care now, and it’s not like she did anything wrong. I’m just glad the nightmares have stopped!”

  “That’s just weird! I mean, I know you’ve been going on about how when you found her, your nightmares would stop, but I didn’t think they actually would! How do you explain that?”

  “Power of the mind? She believed it, and made it happen?” Della said, shrugging her shoulders.

  “Maybe. There’s something else though, something really strange. Earlier, one of my client’s names…it changed!”

  “Changed? What, as in she’s got married?”

  “No, as in it used to be Carol Hudson, and now it’s Karen Henson!”

  “Why is that strange? People change their names all the time.”

  “She didn’t change it! Apparently it’s been Karen the whole time, but I always knew it as
Carol.”

  “Were you getting her mixed up with someone else?”

  “No!” I started getting really frustrated trying to explain it, but our food turned up and everyone lost interest in the name change, preferring instead to discuss Spencer. I let it go, wondering if it really had just been me. It was too weird to have actually happened anyway, I decided.

  Halfway through our food, I asked whether anyone had made any plans for my birthday which was in two weeks, and saw a mysterious look pass between them all around the table.

  “Ah, you’ll have to wait and see! It’s a surprise!” Alice said, winking at me. I smiled, knowing that between the three of them, they’d give me a birthday of epic proportions, as we all did for each others birthdays.

  I’d met Alice in the hospital just after the accident and we’d hit it off instantly. The two hour wait to be seen by a doctor had been spent getting to know each other, and we’d been best friends ever since.

  At first, I’d felt guilty about being the sole survivor from my car, even more guilty that I didn’t mourn their deaths longer than four weeks. But meeting Alice had opened a new chapter in my life-she was the ultimate best friend! She never let me down, knew when I was in need of a cuddle or a chat, made me laugh, was interesting, fun and funny and was always there for me. She was perfect in every way and I loved her on a par with Nick.

  Jen and Della were already best friends when we’d all met shortly after at a pub, and we’d merged into one group of really good friends, proving practically inseparable since. At first, I’d felt a little intimidated by Della, but then I’d look at Jen-at just over five foot four, she was a complete sweetheart and she brought out Della’s soft, caring side that she tended to hide behind a tough bad ass exterior.