More writan'
I thought this'd be cathartic. I hope it is.
Jess loved to fight.
Well, more specifically, to fight and lose. To get beaten up. That was why she'd never taken friend's and family's advice when they cooed, "Oh, you should do martial arts or something! You'd be good at that, you'd enjoy that!"
Jess liked being weak and taking on opponents stronger than herself. Not that she got to do this very often. Every time she'd drunkenly squared up to a friend or a stranger the reaction was always the same. Pity. Not wanting to punch a 5"3 girl who looked like she weighed about as much as a bag of dog food. So Jess did not get to fight very often at all.
She was sitting on her bedroom floor with her back against the wall, popping and stretching her joints. It wasn't hitting the spot though, all her twisting and pushing wasn't relieving the pressure in her bones. She sighed heavily through her nose and looked over at Danni, who felt her gaze and returned it, looking up from her laptop.
"Stop clicking. It's gross." Danni complained.
"I can't!" Came the indignant reply.
"Well.. fine. Let me give you a massage."
"What!? No!"
Despite her offer being turned down, Danni rose to her feet and walked over to Jess, tiptoeing over the mess on her bedroom floor. She took Jess by the shoulders and turned her, ignoring her increasingly loud protests.
"It's just a massage! What's wrong with you?" Danni said, exasperated, and with that began to slowly rub Jess's shoulders with the thumb of one hand, and pushed her chestnut hair forward over her shoulder with the other.
Jess leapt about a mile in the air with a shout. "I told you I didn't want one!"
"What's wrong with you?" Danni repeated.
Jess settled back to where she was sitting after fixing a steady look at Danni and satisfying herself that there wouldn't be another attempt. Danni looked up through her blonde fringe and raised her eyebrow at the other girl's serious look. Jess sighed again.
"I.. I just don't like massages. Okay?"
"Why?" Asked Danni, and then added as an afterthought, "You must be broken or something."
Jess took a cigarette from the packet lying by her hip, held it between her lips and looked at her lighter thoughtfully. "I think I am. I mean, I've always... No." She shook her head and lit the cigarette quickly. What she was about to say was stupid and she knew it.
"You always what?" the blonde pressed.
"It's stupid."
"Come on! I promise not to laugh."
Jess exhaled and tapped the end of her cigarette into an empty beer can, leaving flecks of ash around its damp rim.
"I've always felt," She began, "that my pleasure and pain... receptors, or whatever, like... how I feel things, are... all mixed up."
Danni looked at her incredulously. "Huh?"
"Like... things that feel good to most people; a massage, a foot rub, having your hair brushed.. I can't stand it."
"Uh-huh."
"But, like... things that hurt.."
"They feel good?"
"Yeah."
"Huh..." Danni was silent and thoughtful for a moment. "Jess, are you trying to tell me you're a bondage freak?"
The brunette became angry and embarrassed, her face hot. "What!? No! I... fuck you! You said you wouldn't make fun of me!"
Her friend instantly felt bad and apologised. "I'm sorry. It's just... that's odd. I don't know if I even believe you."
Jess was slightly taken aback. "Um, why?"
"Well, like.. You're saying if I came over there and, I dunno, smacked you in the face, you wouldn't mind?"
"Nope."
"You'd enjoy that?"
"Yup."
"That'd feel good to you."
"That's what I'm saying."
Danni looked pensive again. She rose from her knees again and shuffled this time to the other girl so she was kneeling in front of her. She raised the back of her hand high above her head, and then dropped it back to her side. "Yeah, right! As if I'm gonna hit you. You'll just hit me back and then we'll both feel like dicks."
At this, the brunette looked up, a grin on her lips and a strange edge to her eyes. "Are you scared of me, Dan?"
A laugh. "Fuck off. Who'd be scared of you?"
"Do it then." Her voice had lowered a few octaves and seemed to have a challenge in it. Taunting, pushing, daring. Jess didn't break eye contact as she balanced her cigarette on the can and moved it aside. "Do it."
The blonde snatched her hand back up from her side and threw her shoulder into the blow, the backside of her hand and her knuckles crashing into the side of Jess' face with a searing crack. The impact forced her lower jaw to slacken and her mouth to open, and as it did, a low, thick moan escaped, her eyes closed.
They both stayed stock still for a few moments, the only sound audible were slow but heavy breaths. Neither of them could believe what had just happened. It couldn't have, wasn't supposed to. Jess opened her eyes and looked up at Danni, who was staring into mid-space with a confused look. She was the first to speak.
"D-did that t... did that... turn you on?" She asked quietly.
Jess wanted to lie. She really did. But her chest was full of a crushing heat, the insides of her thighs were tingling and throbbing, her underwear was starting to stick to her. Her breasts felt heavy, her nipples hard. What could she say? What the fuck was she going to say?
"I... uh..." Another sigh. "If I said yes, would you be freaked out and run away? Please don't get freaked out and run away. I can't help it, I told you, I'm all mixed up!" She was babbling now, anything to fill the deafening silence flooding the room with awkwardness.
Danni finally made eye contact with Jess, her gaze soft and somehow understanding. "I can't believe you liked that. That's... incredible."
This was about as much as Jess could take, so she shifted forward and leaned up on her heels, and smiled at her friend, before pushing her mouth up against Danni's. They were still again for a moment, but then lips were opening, tongues were rolling and dipping, hands gliding and pressing, the blonde's hand was still stinging from the slap but somehow the pain transmuted itself into pure heat and sensitivity.
Jess groaned into Danni's mouth, the vibration sending warmth down both their throats and making the blonde's groin just as slick and full of needy ache as the brunette's. They began to cram their hands down the fronts of each other's jeans and wet their fingers, as their hips involuntarily ground together in order to gain more friction. Danni started to pant and broke from Jess' mouth to bite her neck, hard. Jess threw back her head to bare more of her throat, leaning into the pain, embracing the bite in all its confusing glory. At this moment they felt less like two friends and more like a single mass of twitching, still clothed limbs, joined together by, and covered in, sweet, responsive areas crying out to be discovered and abused.
Jess' cigarette remained on top of the beer can, still smouldering, forgotten. It's owner hadn't the time to even undo her jeans to accommodate the hand squirming inside them, crushing Danni's wrist between them. The brunette managed to catch her breath and organise her mind to allow her to vocalise three small words, and groaned them out against the blonde's tensed shoulder.
"Hit... me... again."
Wow, um, that was the wrong frame of mind to put myself in before an hour-long bus journey. *blush*
Jess loved to fight.
Well, more specifically, to fight and lose. To get beaten up. That was why she'd never taken friend's and family's advice when they cooed, "Oh, you should do martial arts or something! You'd be good at that, you'd enjoy that!"
Jess liked being weak and taking on opponents stronger than herself. Not that she got to do this very often. Every time she'd drunkenly squared up to a friend or a stranger the reaction was always the same. Pity. Not wanting to punch a 5"3 girl who looked like she weighed about as much as a bag of dog food. So Jess did not get to fight very often at all.
She was sitting on her bedroom floor with her back against the wall, popping and stretching her joints. It wasn't hitting the spot though, all her twisting and pushing wasn't relieving the pressure in her bones. She sighed heavily through her nose and looked over at Danni, who felt her gaze and returned it, looking up from her laptop.
"Stop clicking. It's gross." Danni complained.
"I can't!" Came the indignant reply.
"Well.. fine. Let me give you a massage."
"What!? No!"
Despite her offer being turned down, Danni rose to her feet and walked over to Jess, tiptoeing over the mess on her bedroom floor. She took Jess by the shoulders and turned her, ignoring her increasingly loud protests.
"It's just a massage! What's wrong with you?" Danni said, exasperated, and with that began to slowly rub Jess's shoulders with the thumb of one hand, and pushed her chestnut hair forward over her shoulder with the other.
Jess leapt about a mile in the air with a shout. "I told you I didn't want one!"
"What's wrong with you?" Danni repeated.
Jess settled back to where she was sitting after fixing a steady look at Danni and satisfying herself that there wouldn't be another attempt. Danni looked up through her blonde fringe and raised her eyebrow at the other girl's serious look. Jess sighed again.
"I.. I just don't like massages. Okay?"
"Why?" Asked Danni, and then added as an afterthought, "You must be broken or something."
Jess took a cigarette from the packet lying by her hip, held it between her lips and looked at her lighter thoughtfully. "I think I am. I mean, I've always... No." She shook her head and lit the cigarette quickly. What she was about to say was stupid and she knew it.
"You always what?" the blonde pressed.
"It's stupid."
"Come on! I promise not to laugh."
Jess exhaled and tapped the end of her cigarette into an empty beer can, leaving flecks of ash around its damp rim.
"I've always felt," She began, "that my pleasure and pain... receptors, or whatever, like... how I feel things, are... all mixed up."
Danni looked at her incredulously. "Huh?"
"Like... things that feel good to most people; a massage, a foot rub, having your hair brushed.. I can't stand it."
"Uh-huh."
"But, like... things that hurt.."
"They feel good?"
"Yeah."
"Huh..." Danni was silent and thoughtful for a moment. "Jess, are you trying to tell me you're a bondage freak?"
The brunette became angry and embarrassed, her face hot. "What!? No! I... fuck you! You said you wouldn't make fun of me!"
Her friend instantly felt bad and apologised. "I'm sorry. It's just... that's odd. I don't know if I even believe you."
Jess was slightly taken aback. "Um, why?"
"Well, like.. You're saying if I came over there and, I dunno, smacked you in the face, you wouldn't mind?"
"Nope."
"You'd enjoy that?"
"Yup."
"That'd feel good to you."
"That's what I'm saying."
Danni looked pensive again. She rose from her knees again and shuffled this time to the other girl so she was kneeling in front of her. She raised the back of her hand high above her head, and then dropped it back to her side. "Yeah, right! As if I'm gonna hit you. You'll just hit me back and then we'll both feel like dicks."
At this, the brunette looked up, a grin on her lips and a strange edge to her eyes. "Are you scared of me, Dan?"
A laugh. "Fuck off. Who'd be scared of you?"
"Do it then." Her voice had lowered a few octaves and seemed to have a challenge in it. Taunting, pushing, daring. Jess didn't break eye contact as she balanced her cigarette on the can and moved it aside. "Do it."
The blonde snatched her hand back up from her side and threw her shoulder into the blow, the backside of her hand and her knuckles crashing into the side of Jess' face with a searing crack. The impact forced her lower jaw to slacken and her mouth to open, and as it did, a low, thick moan escaped, her eyes closed.
They both stayed stock still for a few moments, the only sound audible were slow but heavy breaths. Neither of them could believe what had just happened. It couldn't have, wasn't supposed to. Jess opened her eyes and looked up at Danni, who was staring into mid-space with a confused look. She was the first to speak.
"D-did that t... did that... turn you on?" She asked quietly.
Jess wanted to lie. She really did. But her chest was full of a crushing heat, the insides of her thighs were tingling and throbbing, her underwear was starting to stick to her. Her breasts felt heavy, her nipples hard. What could she say? What the fuck was she going to say?
"I... uh..." Another sigh. "If I said yes, would you be freaked out and run away? Please don't get freaked out and run away. I can't help it, I told you, I'm all mixed up!" She was babbling now, anything to fill the deafening silence flooding the room with awkwardness.
Danni finally made eye contact with Jess, her gaze soft and somehow understanding. "I can't believe you liked that. That's... incredible."
This was about as much as Jess could take, so she shifted forward and leaned up on her heels, and smiled at her friend, before pushing her mouth up against Danni's. They were still again for a moment, but then lips were opening, tongues were rolling and dipping, hands gliding and pressing, the blonde's hand was still stinging from the slap but somehow the pain transmuted itself into pure heat and sensitivity.
Jess groaned into Danni's mouth, the vibration sending warmth down both their throats and making the blonde's groin just as slick and full of needy ache as the brunette's. They began to cram their hands down the fronts of each other's jeans and wet their fingers, as their hips involuntarily ground together in order to gain more friction. Danni started to pant and broke from Jess' mouth to bite her neck, hard. Jess threw back her head to bare more of her throat, leaning into the pain, embracing the bite in all its confusing glory. At this moment they felt less like two friends and more like a single mass of twitching, still clothed limbs, joined together by, and covered in, sweet, responsive areas crying out to be discovered and abused.
Jess' cigarette remained on top of the beer can, still smouldering, forgotten. It's owner hadn't the time to even undo her jeans to accommodate the hand squirming inside them, crushing Danni's wrist between them. The brunette managed to catch her breath and organise her mind to allow her to vocalise three small words, and groaned them out against the blonde's tensed shoulder.
"Hit... me... again."
Wow, um, that was the wrong frame of mind to put myself in before an hour-long bus journey. *blush*