“Why are we at the mall again?” Tanya asked Sara as they made their way to the third clothing store in about as many minutes. Her arms were itching something fierce, but she couldn’t scratch them the way she wanted when they were in public like this.
“I told you. I need a few things. And you said you didn’t have plans for the day. Which I translated to you wanted to come with.”
“That was such a mistranslation. You are not bilingual at all.”
Sara laughed. “Look, emo-girl, you were just saying yesterday that we didn’t spend enough time together. So here we are. When we’re done, we can go back to your place and chill with some Netflix, OK? Besides, tonight I have some errands to run, and for the next few days I’ll kind of be running around, so this is the last chance we’ll get to spend together for a while. I wanted to expose you to as much Sara-ness as I could before all that happened.”
For some reason, the sensations of Sara’s lips on her body came to mind, and she felt her body flush. Maybe they would do more than just Netflix and chill when they got back to her apartment later…
Tanya shook her head. What the fuck was she thinking? Was she becoming a lesbian or something? And towards her best friend? Her only friend? All thoughts of lesbianism and lips flew out of her head as she saw Fatima in the distance. She nudged Sara, who briefly looked down and followed Tanya’s gaze.
Fatima was approaching, surrounded by a handful of girls that looked like they were ripped straight from that movie Clueless. Sara sighed and stuck her hands in her pockets.
“Wow,” Fatima said as she approached, “I almost didn’t recognize you. You look a lot different when you’re not laying on your back, puta.”
The girls with Fatima giggled, and Tanya looked up at her best friend. What exactly did that statement mean?
“Don’t get too cocky, skank. You got lucky.”
Fatima took a step closer. So did her friends. “Oh yeah? We can see how lucky I am right now if you want. What you gonna do, bitch?”
Sara pulled her hands out of her pockets and took Tanya’s hand in hers. “Come on, Tanya. I’m not playing with this trash here. Maybe later, without so many witnesses.”
“Yeah, maybe,” Fatima sneered. “Oh yeah: daddy said hi.”
The girls with Fatima giggled again, and Tanya wished she could fight so she could kick their asses right there. She followed Sara’s lead through the mall until Fatima and her cronies were far away.
“What was that about?”
Sara smiled and squeezed Tanya’s hand firmly before she let it go. “Nothing. Nothing at all. Hopefully, we don’t run into anyone else we know here. I just wanted to unwind and maybe swipe some stuff.”
“Whoa. He’s here,” Tanya said, freezing in place.
Sara groaned and followed her gaze again. She was looking at Antonio, who was talking to some girls from school.
Tanya looked up at Sara and was surprised to find her eyebrow raising and a strange expression forming on her face. “Why are you looking like you’re about to murder Antonio? Do you like him or something?”
“Nope. Not at all. We’re stripley patronic. Let’s go say hi,” Sara dropped the shirt she was looking at and began walking in that direction.
“You’re what? Wait, we can’t just go over there!”
Tanya immediately began panicking. In all these years of knowing and crushing on Antonio, she had yet to work up the nerve to actually talk to him. How was Sara so bold and unflinching about it?!
“Hey, are you still crushing on him?” Sara murmured as they approached.
Tanya nodded her head, but couldn’t bring herself to actually say the words.
Sara nodded and closed the distance between Antonio and them.
“Hey, Antonio. Having fun at the mall today?” Sara asked in a strange, sweet, ultra-feminine voice.
The expression on his face, and the way his eyes widened, almost made Tanya laugh. He looked like a boy that just got caught with his hands in the cookie jar.
“Uh, hey Sara! Yeah, well, I was just here to meet my homeboy, and these girls came out of nowhere. How are you? And hey Tanya. Nice seeing you.”
Tanya nodded, unsure of what else to do. This whole situation seemed surreal…
The girls that were talking to Antonio quietly dispersed.
Antonio leaned into Sara, looking closer at her face. “Hey, what happened to your eye? Did someone hit you?”
“Really none of your fucking business.”
Tanya looked up at her best friend, stunned. Why was she talking to him like this?
Antonio nodded and shuffled his feet. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to make you mad. Uh, what are you doing here anyway?”
Sara looked at him quietly for several seconds before she answered. “Shopping. I need a few things for - for later. Come on. You’re coming with.”
Antonio looked at Tanya.
What was going on here?
120 Hours to go
“The next time I see you out in the wild surrounded by girls, I’m cutting your balls off, you got that?”
Antonio looked around the diner. They were practically alone, and it was late. He looked back at Sara and nodded, reaching across the table and grabbing her hands.
“Babe, I didn’t know they were going to be there. Honest. They just showed up. I was waiting for Mark.”
Sara took a deep breath and studied his face. He was a horrible liar with a handful of tells, but this time he was telling the truth. She relaxed and smiled. “OK, fine. I believe you.”
Antonio relaxed and nodded. He wielded that big, goofy grin that melted Sara almost instantly. “I like that. I get it. I know I made mistakes in the past, but you know I only got eyes for you.”
“You better. I have a strange question for you. How do you feel about Tanya?”
Antonio blinked. He knew a trap when he saw one.
“This is not a trap, you big goofy motherfucker,” Sara laughed, reading him easily. “I really want to know. There is no wrong answer to this, promise. Whatever you say won’t make me mad.”
Antonio still looked suspicious.
Sara leaned over the table and took his face in her hands and kissed him, then returned to her seat. “Babe, relax. Seriously. I’m not asking you a trick question here. I just wanna know. Do you like her? Like, if you had the chance, would you hook up with her? Or, you know, date her?”
Antonio lowered his head and shrugged. “Well, you know, she is really attractive. I mean, I’ve liked her since before me and you became a couple.”
“We’re not a couple,” Sara corrected. “We just hook up.”
Antonio raised his head and looked at her. “If we’re not a couple, why would you get jealous if-”
“Boy if you don’t shut up and finish answering my question…”
“But I did answer your question!”
“If you had the chance to hook up or date her, would you?”
“Hook up? You mean have sex, right?”
Sara nodded and waiting unblinkingly for his response.
“Yeah,” Antonio said as he braced himself, awaiting the hit he knew was coming.
But it didn’t happen.
“See, now was that so hard?” Sara asked, smiling sweetly.
“Why are you asking me this?”
“Cause I want to know. Another question. What is your absolute favorite sexual thing to do? What’s your turn-on?”
“Anal,” Antonio admitted quickly, which sparked an amused grin from Sara.
“Wow. You’ve never told me that. We’ve been having sex pretty much forever, and you’ve never once tried it. Why not?”
“Because I didn’t want you to kill me.”
Sara nodded, considering his answer. “Good answer. Great answer, actually. You know, Tanya has a butthole like a newborn baby. Just saying.”
She laughed as Antonio’s eyes widened.
“Uh, yeah, OK. Now, will you tell me about your eye? Who hit you?”
A flicker of expressions danced across Sara’s face, ending with a devilish grin.
“I have a better idea. Let me know if someone gets close.”
Before Antonio had a chance to ask her why, Sara slid under the table and pulled his sweatpants down, just enough to expose his cock, and quickly entrapped his flaccid member fully in her mouth.
It had been almost two weeks since they last had sex, and in no time, he was rock hard and leaking pre-cum.
Sara knew how to please him, knew better than anyone else what drove him crazy. She suckled him gently, moving her tongue along the underside of his rapidly hardening shaft as she placed her face flush against his pubic hair, taking him fully into her throat and holding him there as he grew harder and thicker.
And then she retracted, leaving just his enormously engorged tip in her mouth, and drank in his precum as it came out. She left her hands on his legs, rubbing them, encouraging him, occasionally squeezing them as she swallowed his salty, slimy precum. She loved the way it tasted. To be more accurate, she loved the way his tasted. It was like a slightly bitter nectar…
Her personal ambrosia.
He tried to buck so that his member would go further into her mouth, but every time he did she dug her nails into his legs, stopping him abruptly. He was letting out so much precum it felt as if she was drinking water from a faucet. He was really turned on. He was utterly hers, in every conceivable way a man could be.
She finally relented and slid his erection into her mouth, making a low-pitch, feminine whining sound that she knew drove him crazy.
Seconds later he was emptying himself into her throat, coming so hard she knew his balls had to be aching as they rapidly and forcefully ejected their contents.
Sara swallowed every ounce…
Several hours later Sara sat alone several hundred yards away from the school gym, listening to the insects singing and relishing the wet, cool wind as it gently caressed her skin. It was lightly raining, though the drops fell so lightly and sporadically that it was hard to tell.
In short, it was peaceful.
Especially in this area. Especially at night. No one would ever guess what happened here several times a month.
Her thoughts drifted to Tanya.
She knew her best friend had to know about her Facebook status change by now, and also knew the reaction she was likely to give. It may very well mean the end of their friendship, but it was something that had to happen. She couldn't blame her if her best friend did call off their friendship; in fact, it would make things so much easier if she did. On several levels.
"I thought I was the only one who came here."
Sara turned to find a frowning Fatima about a yard away, dressed in all black and barely visible. "I don't come here often. Not willingly, at least. Today is just...it's been a day."
Fatima nodded and sat down next to her arch nemesis. "Yeah, I get it. That's why I come here too. To clear my mind. Or try to."
Sara nodded. This had to be the longest conversation she ever had with the small Latina, and it had a surreal, almost dreamlike quality to it.
"I don't hate you, you know," Fatima muttered as she stared at the school gym. "I know you think I do. But I don't."
"You should."
Fatima smiled. "Maybe. Nah, not really. You're just as much of a pawn in all this as I am. Especially in the beginning."
Sara frowned. "Yeah. About that..."
"If it wasn't me, it would have been you, chica. One of us had to lose. One of us would have paid the price for losing. That's just the nature of the game. I don't blame you. But I'm glad that asshole uncle of yours is in prison. He really…hurt me."
"Me too," Sara said simply, fighting to keep the memories from flooding her mind. "Often."
She could feel Fatima looking at her, could feel the emotions of the other girl pour out. She could also feel the tear slide down her own cheek, burning its way to her chin.
When Fatima's hand slipped into hers, she did not resist. Instead, she intertwined their fingers and silently continued looking at the gym. And just like that, years of mistrust, hatred, and awkwardness vanished, replaced by a bond born out of mutually shared horror...
96 Hours to go
Tanya was bored out of her mind. Typically she would be hanging out with Sara, but since her best friend had errands to run for the next few days, she was alone. Times like this she rued the fact that Sara was her only friend. It was her own fault, though. She just didn’t care to socialize with anyone else.
What complicated matters even further was the memory of Sara’s mouth on hers, on her neck, her ears, traveling down her chest. Of her spreading her legs for Sara to maybe go a little further…
Tanya tossed herself on the couch and let out an exasperated growl. This was not what she needed to be thinking about right now. Besides, she wasn’t a lesbian, and she didn’t think Sara was either, so why were these thoughts suddenly all she could think about?
Could they…do things…and still not be lesbians? Or could they maybe be lesbians for only each other?
Tanya laughed aloud. She was being ridiculous.
But still…she couldn’t deny the way her body responded to Sara’s kisses. Maybe she was just horny. She shucked her shorts off, noting the small wet spot on the crotch, and used her toe to flick them across the room. She then spread her legs and put her fingers in her mouth, wetting them, then placed them on her exposed sex.
And then proceeded to fumble around, trying to pleasure herself, but ultimately failing miserably. She didn’t know how to masturbate, and had never in her life had an orgasm. She just didn’t know how to make herself come. She watched so many videos, read so many articles, but none of them helped.
After about five minutes she gave up and decided to turn to the internet to pass the time.
Her first destination being, of course, Facebook. Upon opening her timeline, she idly wondered if a clue to Sara’s errands would be anywhere on her page. She doubted it though, as the only reason she even had a Facebook profile was because Tanya had insisted on it. Sara barely knew how to update it, and rarely bothered. For one she could barely operate her archaic flip phone, and for two she hated computers. Which meant Tanya was usually the one updating her profile.
Before she could click to look, however, she froze on an update to her timeline: Sara was now in a relationship with Antonio. She felt her heart drop to her stomach. She idly wondered how she knew to update her profile to reflect that, but that thought was quickly swept away. Antonio was the one guy that Tanya had ever liked, and Sara knew it. How long had this been going on? How could her best friend - her only friend - do this to her? She clicked on Sara’s profile and was bombarded by picture upon picture of the happy couple, taken at various times in the past, from grade school to the present, in various locations.
Sara had been hiding this from her for a long time, apparently. She felt her eyes start to water and wiped them dry with her hand. She wanted to see more. There were so many pictures...pictures of them kissing, holding hands, of him holding her in his arms, of her spider monkeying him while they both laughed. Of them in bed under the covers. Smiling. Laughing. Cuddling.
Kissing.
A sharp pang hit her chest, and she stood up quickly, almost tripping over her own feet, and searched the front room for her phone. When she found it, she shot a quick text message to Sara.
“Were you ever planning on telling me about you and Antonio?”
She didn’t receive a response.
For some reason, emotion overcame her, and she fell to the couch and cried. She wasn’t entirely sure why she was crying, however: was it over Antonio, or Sara?
72 Hours to go
Tanya’s nightmares were many and vivid. Several times throughout the night she woke up crying, and she wasn’t exactly sure why. She loved Sara, trusted her, and out of all the guys out there, why did she choose to be with the one and only guy Tanya liked? Why? To hurt her? To rip her apart? Is that why she ask
ed her if she still liked him at the mall? What was the reason for that? To make the Facebook declaration sting even worse? None of it made any sense. Were they ever truly friends?
And her feelings for Sara were confusing to her, something her subconscious mind didn’t disregard when it crafted its nocturnal musings. She pictured her and Sara together, in bed, making love, and Antonio walking in, and Sara tossing her to the side as she rushed to join her interloping beau.
The betrayal element of all her dreams stung deeply, each and every time.
She awoke to the smell of something burning.
She got out of bed and stumbled around in the dark, finally finding the light switch and flipping it on, then left her room to find the source of the smell. She found Sara standing in her kitchen in a pair of plain black panties and a tank top, beating the toaster as she held it upside down.
“Sorry, sexy. I was trying to make you breakfast, but something’s wrong with your toaster.”
Tanya was speechless.
Sara smiled. “That expression is priceless. I’m not sure how to interpret it. You look like you just saw a one-legged midget in a twerking competition.”
Tanya laughed against her will. “What?! Stop making me laugh! I’m mad at you! How did you get in my apartment anyway?”
Sara placed the toaster on the counter and rinsed her hands off. “I crawled in through the window. You weren’t answering the door.”
“I was sleeping! It’s like three in the morning! And why are you half naked in my kitchen?”
Sara shrugged. “It’s raining outside, so my clothes are drying in the bathroom. I’d be fully naked if I weren’t still on my period.”
Tanya looked at her best friend in disbelief. And again saw the bruises and marks all over her body.
“I only have two questions for you, and then I want you to leave,” Tanya said grimly, crossing her arms.
“I need to leave anyway. I just wanted to talk to you. To explain…things. So, what are your questions?”
Tanya shook her head. “Uh-uh. You first.”
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