by Ava May
Chapter 5
She knocked on Danny's door loudly. He was wearing a stained t-shirt and jeans, and he was looked rugged and unkempt, as though Carrie had just woken him up. As soon as he saw the bruise on her cheek he flew into a rage.
“I knew he was no good! I'm going to kill him,” he snarled, and went to pick up the keys to his bike. Carrie had to do all she could to stop him.
“No, look it's fine.”
“Don't try and defend him for this! I'm done. I don't care if it makes you hate me but I'm not letting this go on, and if it means the end of our friendship then fine, but this has to stop.”
“No, I mean I took care of it. Danny, this isn't about him it's about me. I've dealt with it, but I need my friend with me, here, now,” she said, and went to the couch. Danny looked her and the rage faded. He breathed deeply and made her a drink, then sat beside her on the couch. She told him all about the conversation that she overheard and everything that he told her, and then the truth about their relationship.
“I should have known something was wrong all this time but I was blind to it. I guess I just wanted something normal. I wanted to believe that someone could love me.”
“Carrie, why would you need Martin for that? You're the most amazing person I've ever known and you certainly deserve more than that piece of shit.”
“That's easy to say, harder to believe.”
“Did you ever even love him or were you just with him because it was comfortable?”
“Maybe there was a point when I thought I could have loved him, but that's all over now.”
“I don't know why you wanted that kind of life anyway. It wasn't you.”
“Because I was tired of the way my life was. I was tired of getting nowhere.”
“Why is everybody obsessed about getting anywhere? Is it not good enough just to be happy anymore? You were finally getting to a place where you were ready to send off your book and then you gave that all up to be with him and work in some crappy office.”
“Yeah, because I didn't want to spend my life regretting not making any changes, just like you are by working in that garage,” she said. Their voices were beginning to rise as the stress and frustrations boiled over. They hadn't seen each other for what seemed like an eternity and their bodies were charged with emotion.
“What the fuck do you mean by that?”
“I mean that you could be anything you want to be, but you waste your time working in that garage and I don't understand why? You never give yourself enough credit.”
“Like you do?”
“You know I've always struggled with things.”
“We all have our problems Carrie, and how do you think I felt? You're the one person I know that's always tried her best to survive and has always fought to do what she wants, and then the first time you meet a guy who you can get serious about you throw it all away for some generic job. If you can't chase your dreams then why should I? You were the one person I looked to for hope, the one person that I thought could actually show me how to live but at the first opportunity you just left it all behind, so don't act like you're better than me. I'm just doing what I can to survive, same as all of us,” he said.
Carrie was shocked and the two of them were staring at each other, breathing heavily, their chests heaving.
“Is there anything else you're pissed off about? She asked.
“Yeah, I'm pissed off that I haven't done this sooner,” he said, and promptly cupped her head in his hands and kissed her.
*
“What the hell?” Carrie said, more out of surprise than displeasure.
“I think part of the reason why I've been so angry was because I thought I missed my chance when you started going out with him.”
“Why? After all this time?”
“I don't know, I just know that I can't stop thinking about you and I know that I'm not good enough for you. I'm just a mechanic. I ain't smart and I ain't going to be anything big in this world, so I thought if I could be your friend then at least I could keep you safe. The you started going out with him and it killed me.”
“All this time?” she said.
“All this time,” he repeated, and kissed her again. One hand was pressed into the small of her back while the other ran through her hair, and he thrust his tongue in her mouth. Her neck arched back as she surrendered to the passion of the moment, and she too realized that all along it had been Danny. Ever since he had first saved her in the alley it had always been him.
In a torrent of passion they tore each other’s clothes off and kissed each other fervently, as though they had to make up for all the time they had lost. She ran her hands down his thick neck and broad shoulders, and rested them against his chest, feeling the beat of his heart under his tight t-shirt. His hands ran down her spine and lingered just above her ass. He kissed her deeply, lifting her up onto the tips of her toes. She felt as though she was floating.
Muffled moans escaped their lips as they kissed, and Danny was more tender with her than she had imagined. All their lives he had been labeled as the wild one, as a dangerous beast. Everyone else she knew had tried to get her to stay away from him but she saw something they didn't. She saw his heart and he had seen inside her too, he had seen her true beauty.
“You should never let anyone tell you anything other than that you are the most beautiful woman in the world. I've always thought it and I hate that it's taken me so long to say it.”
“Better late than never,” she replied, and kissed him again. She pushed him down on to the couch and pulled away some of the mess that was on there. He grinned as she pinned his wrists back and lowered herself down upon him, straddling him and wriggling over his crotch, feeling his erection swell and harden beneath her. They were both smiling and their eyes sparkled with arousal. Carrie leaned in to give him a longer, deeper kiss, before leaning back and keeping out of reach, hovering her lips close to his, brushing hers against his so that her hot breath teased him, while still restraining his wrists. He had the strength to hold her and push away but he played her game and let her take control for the first time in her life.
Although they had been friends for a long time there was no weirdness about breaking through this new barrier. Everything seemed right and natural and perfect. When he pulled up her top she felt a thrill, and there was a little burst of pain as he ran his hands over the bruises caused by Martin. She winced a little but Danny leaned forward and kissed the sensitive skin, making it all feel better. She in turn pulled his top over his head. His body was masculine and hairy and the mere sight of it sent a pulsing wave through her head and she began to feel intoxicated. Her hands moved lower, down the rippling abs and the scars on his stomach until she was wrestling with his belt and diving into the hot warmth, feeling the hardness beckoning her to go deeper and deeper. His hands, now free, ran along her body, caressing her soft curves and her breasts, feeling all around her body. As he took away his clothes she felt like she was going to be naked for the first time. Their flesh pressed against each other, erupting in tingles, their kisses getting deeper and deeper until there was nowhere else to go but inside each others' bodies.
Carrie's curves slid over Danny and her mouth hung open as he penetrated her. His hands rested on her thighs, holding her in position tightly as they started to move back and forth, finding their steady rhythm that brought with it such delights. Carrie's eyelids fluttered and through blurred vision she looked down at Danny, a surreal sight to see her best friend underneath her, fucking her.
“This is so weird,” she said, leaning forward and whispering in his ear.
“But so right,” he replied, and she couldn't argue with that.
The heat rose between them and Danny started to get stronger and stronger, controlling the rhythm between the two of them, getting faster and harder as the passion burned in each others' hearts, their bodies becoming one giant mass, the big beautiful woman and her bad boy best friend coupled together in a kaleidoscopic haze,
hands clasped together as their bodies sang to the same rhythm. Anguished groans filled the small apartment as they made love together, Carrie's tight pussy rode Danny's thick erection and he gazed in awe at all of her beauty, enjoying the sensations of her body riding his, and when she saw the way that he looked at her it was almost enough to bring her to orgasm by itself but her vision was blurred by sweat and her skin felt as though it was vibrating as she saw that moment in Danny's eyes when he knew that he couldn't stop the climax from hitting and she clung onto his hair and head and body as a burst of sweet joy swept through his mouth and he released himself, and their juices mingled in a potent cocktail.
*
“Are you ready for this?” Danny asked, resting a hand against Carrie's back. The day was cold and yet the sun was shining. The two of them held coffee in their hands. Steam rose from the small lids in the cups. Carrie handed hers to Danny as she pulled out a thick envelope from her bag.
“I hope this is alright,” she said, her voice trembling.
“You proofread it, right?”
“Yep, the first three chapters, and a synopsis, and a biography about me. I can't believe it's finally done. You think they'll like it?” she asked, looking up at him with wide eyes.
“I think they'll love it, just like I did,” he said, wrapping his arm around her and kissing her on the end. She took a deep breath, and placed it in the mouth of the mailbox, but let it linger there while she looked back up at Danny.
“Thank you for not letting me forget who I am,” she said. He leaned down and plucked a kiss from her lips, and as he did so her fingers left the envelope, letting it drop down into the bowels of the mailbox with a dull thud. With that done the two of them walked away hand in hand, sipping on their coffee.
THE END
The Summer with Clara
The Summer with Clara
Chapter 1
I tapped out the final few words of an e-mail. My cell buzzed beside me, its screen glowing. I glanced at it as my fingers danced over the keys, then picked it up and answered.
“We're just round the corner, I hope you're ready, we're on a tight schedule!” Kira said. I could hear the demand in her voice. She was afraid that I would cancel or back out like I had done with so many other things over the past year. I look at the unpacked clothes on my bed and felt a sinking feeling in my stomach.
“I'll be there, don't worry, I'm just finishing a few things up,” I said, and I heard her silent sigh of relief. She hung up and I scanned the e-mail, then pressed the send button. I checked over my notebook to make sure that everything was in order and then chucked everything into a big bag that I had bought especially for this weekend. I had no time to fold them properly, but we were only going camping for three nights so I would surely have enough clothes. I ran around the room and picked up my cell, money, and other little things that I thought I wouldn't be able to do without, although I had a nagging feeling that I had forgotten something.
Then I heard a car roar around the corner and the horn blared out. I cringed, for it was early in the morning and the neighbors wouldn't have appreciated this. I threw the bag over my shoulder, ran down the stairs, and slammed the door behind me.
When I approached the car the girls cheered. Kira came out and helped me throw my bag in the trunk. She was smiling but I got the sense that she hadn't slept. That was Kira for you, always on the edge of excitement. She linked hands with me but then let go almost as quickly as she had taken my arm. She went to the passenger seat. I was assigned the back seat, to the left.
“Hey Andrea, glad you could make it in the end,” Simone said. She was dark-haired and usually wore a lot of make-up, but evidently there hadn't been enough time for that this morning. Her hands clutched the wheel and she moved the car forward. The tires rolled across the smooth road as we carried on.
“Yeah, I managed to move a few things around. I know I've been useless at doing things recently so I wanted to make the effort this time,” I said, and pulled out my cell quickly, wanting to make a note of something that I needed to send someone.
“How is the business?” Simone asked.
“Yeah, it's good, really hard, sometimes I forget to sleep and eat but other than it's great. Can't really complain seeing as how it's what I wanted all these years. But there we go,” I said as I sent the message and slipped the cell back into my pocket where it felt heavy against my thigh.
“Well I hope you're ready to relax, we're going to have a technology-free weekend. An escape from the drudgery of modern existence. We're going back to a time when it was just humanity and the world, no Google, no Facebook, no blogs or Tweets or anything like that. Hashtag going old-school,” Kira said, twisting her head back so that she could look at me. I smiled and nodded, although I had no intention of going the whole weekend without checking my messages. It's the 21st century, I'm sure that I can find a signal somewhere.
Kira leaned forward and slid a CD into the dashboard.
“I made a little mix for the road, thought it would bring back some memories,” she said. Then N*SYNC started playing and me and Simone both shook our heads. Kira started singing loudly, and the other two of us had no choice but to join in.
As we sang I realized how much I had missed this. For so long this was what life had been like, just us girls sharing laughs and experiences, singing and dancing no matter what life threw at us, and then somewhere along the way it had been forgotten, like a faded, hazy dream. I was as much to blame for that as anyone but it was mostly life. After we graduated from high school we promised that we'd always be friends. Sometimes we were just people on each others' Facebook feeds though, but being in that car with them was like slipping back into my own bed after a vacation. Midway through the song I stopped singing and smiled, and simply looked at my two friends. This is what life should be like. But I knew that after this camping trip we would all go our separate ways again, back to our ordinary lives with our ordinary plans and we'd all promise each other that we'd stay in touch but we know that we wouldn't. And we'd talk about arranging another trip but we wouldn't be able to find a date that everyone could make. The time between seeing each other would increase, then we'd fall into other lives with husbands and children and we'd watch them grow up and play together, and we'd think about each other and what a shame it was that we never kept in touch but by then it would be too late, and we'd be nothing to each other but a wistful smile on a sleepy Sunday afternoon.
I looked out of the window as the dawn sun's light danced over the tops of the houses. People were sleeping. It was like we were sneaking out on an adventure. We were adults now but when we were together we were just like children again. Like the time we ran into the abandoned house and sprinted out of there when we heard a noise. There was just one more person to pick up. Lisa.
Chapter 2
The car stopped outside her house and Kira repeated the words that she had said to me earlier. Lisa was the one of us who had seamlessly found a place in the world. I was trying to build my own empire. Kira was a nurse. Simone was a teacher. Lisa was a number of things. She had always been the eldest, and seemed so by far even though there were only a matter of weeks between us all. But if we were girls then she was a woman. She was the one who had had a boyfriend first. She was the one who taught us what it was like and how to kiss. I still remember that night when we were hunched in Kira's room and Lisa told us all about Jack Fox's wet, slobbering kiss. The way his swollen tongue had filled her mouth until it felt like her own and how his paws had clawed over her small bumps of breasts. We were sitting there wide-eyed as she casually told us about the way his body was all hard and hot and yearning and how he had a look in his eyes like he wanted to devour her, and that one day she would let him, and we knew she would even though the mere mention of it set our hearts racing.
Then she taught us how to kiss. It was late at night. We'd been sipping on a forbidden bottle of Kira's mom's wine. I didn't like the taste but at that age I only needed one sip. The
moonlight danced over us like we were fairy children and it all seemed perfectly natural. Lisa sidled up to each of us in turn. First she kissed Kira, and they giggled. It didn't seem slobbering. It was soft and sensual. Then Simone. They laughed even before they kissed and then acted like it was out of a movie, with hands clutching at each other and their mouths locked together so that their lips disappeared into each other. Then it was my turn. I already knew I was different to them. When they talked about boys I smiled and nodded and pretending that I had a crush on Danny Fisher because that's who I thought girls were supposed to like, with his fast car and his slick black hair. But when I looked at him and his girlfriend, it was her I thought of when I was laying in bed at night. The blonde bombshell Milly Martin. Now there was a woman. The one that got away. The one that never would be.
But sitting in front of me was Lisa. I had never told them my secret. Not even though our bond went deeper than sisters. There was something precious about it. At that point I didn't even understand it fully myself so how could I tell them? All I knew is that as Lisa was sitting in front of me and stroked the hair away from my face my heart was racing and I felt a tingling sensation surge through me, rising like lava from a volcano. I felt her breath on my lips just before they touched. It must have only lasted for barely a second but time stretched out and it seemed like an eternity. Our eyes closes and our heads tilted away as our lips met. She was soft and tasted of the wine. This time I didn't mind the taste. My lips were wet with her saliva and I felt her hand around the back of my head. Like we were linked. Like it was just the two of us.
Then she broke off and laughed again like it was some joke. I laughed too but it was no joke to me.