COLD SHOULDER
I return to Boston after the long Thanksgiving weekend. For the first time since I arrived here a little over 4 years ago, I realize, Boston doesn't really feel like home. The whole reason for choosing Northeastern as my college--the ease of landing a high paying job when school was over--turned out to be a pipe dream. I'm 22 years old and working as a waitress. I could easily be doing that and living back home with my parents.
If I was living back home, I'd be getting home cooked meals--Thsnksgiving weekend was an unpleasant reminder of the frozen food I eat all the time here in the city. And I'd be getting some companionship. My mom and dad are nice to talk to during commercials while watching TV. And Wendy--who knew--we have more in common than I thought. Now that her infant has grown to be a toddler, she has more free time. We could hang out. And maybe tongue fight some more. Mmm, that was kinda hot--she's a rough kisser. And I never see Scott in person, anyways. I could phone fuck him from my parents' as easily as here.
My lease with Robin still has another 8 months to go. Is it to early to tell her I don't plan on renewing it? That if I don't get a job here in Boston soon, I'm going back home?
Robin and I need to talk. She comes back to the apartment Sunday afternoon. I park myself on the couch in the living room, in front of the TV. This is where she and I usually talk. Will she tell me how her weekend was? Will she tell me that she and Scott finally fucked? Will she tell me where things are headed between him and her?
But she gives me the cold shoulder. She spends time in the laundry room, and her bedroom. Then she's on the phone with friends. Then she's on the internet. Afternoon turns into evening. We still don't talk. I miss my mom. I miss Wendy. I miss Scott. I have to waitress at 10am Monday. I go to bed. I fall asleep.
Late at night, I'm started by the presence of Robin, stark naked, in my bed. She's kissing my face, and aggressively humping my body, undoing my pajama top. I normally lock my bedroom door--how did Robin get in? But I don't resist her kisses--in fact, I return them, offering my tongue to her. I miss Robin. I miss Wendy. I'll take any interaction I can get at the moment.
Between aggressive tongue kisses, Robin and I begin whispering to each other.
> I fucked Scott the weekend.
> Wow, here or his place? <<<<I need to be careful to not show her I already know. Is she testing me?>>>>>
> His place.
> So--he's not married then?
> <<<Robin thinks a long time before answering. Why is she thinking? It's a logical, simple question.>>>> You already know if he's married or not. <<<<Robin's kisses become less tender, more aggressive. Our tongues begin pushing against each other.>>>>
> How would I know that? <<<Can Robin feel my heart beating faster?>>>>
> Cut the crap, Bella. <<<<As strange as Robin and my first tongue fight was, with us directing obtuse insults at each other, this one is even more....raw. Robin is...testing me...challenging me. I don't like her being on top of me. Not with where this conversation is going. And yet I'm getting more and more turned on. Our crotches begin aggressively humping each other. Our legs wrap together. We roll from side to side on my bed.>>>>
> Robin, I don't know if Scott is married or not. <<<<Mostly, true--as recently as 48 hours ago, I didn't know.>>>>
> I know you and him text, Bella. <<<<Robin and I clutch each other tighter, our crotches now aggressively banging together, causing pain to me, at least, and maybe to her. Robin senses that I've maneuvered us to be side-by-side; she tries to get back on top, but I resist. We're officially catballing now, as our breathing intensifies.>>>> I saw your username on his Skype. I saw your number in his cellphone texts.
> <<<Shit. You dumbass, Scott. I know she ransacked your apartment. But you didn't tell me she got into your pc and your cellphone, too. Ever hear of a freaking passcode?>>>> I've tried to get job leads from him, Robin.
> Bullshit, Bella. You've never told me that. <<<<I expect any second for Robin to break our kissing, humping embrace; to stand up and start yelling at me, or slapping me. But we're clutching each other tighter, both approaching orgasm. Are we aroused at our arguing?>>>>
> <<<I remember Wendy's warning that betrayal will only make any eventual altercation worse. I decide to stop letting Robin be the only one of us telling the truth.>>> There's a lot I don't tell you, bitch.
> Mmmmmnnnnngggggggg......mmmnnnngggggvgg......fffuuuuujjk......mmmnnnng <<<Robin and I thrust our crotches into each other, our hands on each others' buttcheeks, desperately seeking relief for our mutual arousal. Our hops roll desperately on the bed, each preferring the top position, but unable to maintain it for more than a few seconds at a time. Our simultaneous cumming fills me with a closeness to Robin that's been missing since I began having phone sex with her boyfriend. I start to remdmber all the things I miss about Robin. We start to unwinx from the state of frenzied arousal, but continue tongue kissing. Robin breaks the awkward silence.>>>>
> How much of what we were just saying to each other was...you know,....just role playing?
> <<<<So, whoa whoa whoa, hold on here--Did you see my name on Scott's pc and cellphone, or didn't you? I'm not coming clean until you do, Robin.>>>> Well, umm, when I called you a bitch there at the end, I didn't really mean it. Sorry. <<<Actually, I meant that one more than anything. Bitch.>>>>
> It's ok. It kinda.....unlocked the floodgates....right?....lover?
> <<<Ok, we're lovers, now? Or, now are YOU role-playing.>>>>> I liked that we came together. It made it less....awkward.
> Ok if I leave you now? I'm tired.
> <<<<Get out, bitch.>>>>> If you have to.
> Night.
> G'night. <<<<I hate you, cxnt.>>>>
I toss and turn in bed, unable to fall asleep. I text Wendy.
> You were right. Fights between friends end worse than fights between enemies.
> Told ya.
To be continued.....
