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16 Nisan 2023, 17:46
Once my eyes opened, I felt my heart tighten when I saw the unfamiliar surroundings. Then, as I was mid-panic, last night's events all came crashing down on me. The dinner date, coming back to Lia's home to share drinks, sitting down to watch a movie.
And, of course... Yeah. We, uh, we did stuff, huh?
My head was pounding. I rolled out of the foreign bed and waddled out of the room. The smell of pancakes hit my nostrils. Maybe it was the hangover, but all of my thoughts were fairly primal. "This smells good. There's a couch in front of me. What time is it?" Things like that.
All of them stopped when I found Lia. She was standing at the kitchen, in the middle of flipping a pancake. Don't get me wrong, that alone was impressive (with me being the horrible cook that I am), but more than that it was like the world suddenly became blurry, save for just her body. She was in a white negligee that left very little to the imagination but didn't fully show her butt from my angle. Instead, the fabric stopped just a tad bit above the start of her cute cheeks.
I rubbed my eyes and took a step forward. She saw me from her peripheral and smiled. I couldn't tell if it was because of her smile or the headache, but my knees felt weak.
"Morning." I shyly said, my voice sounding raspier and lower than usual.
"Morning." She replied with a bit of warmth and a slight chuckle. "You know, if you wanted to go another round, you could have found subtler ways to tell me."
"What?" I raised a brow. She giggled. With a grin, she pointed at my stomach.
Or at least, I thought she was pointing at my stomach. When I looked down, I understood what she meant.
"Fuck!" I quickly wrapped my arms around my bare chest. Yeah, I'd walked out of Lia's room and hadn't even bothered to put clothes on. I was fully naked.
"No no, don't hide them. Please, I like the view." I could tell she meant that as a tease though because she wasn't even looking at me, mostly focused on what she was cooking.
Sprinting away, with a throbbing head on top of things, I went back into Lia's room and picked my clothes up (though I did cringe a little putting my panties back on, they smelled like sex).
"Okay, take two?" I asked, re-emerging into the kitchen fully clothed.
"Morning!" Lia couldn't stop smiling.
"Morning." I let my head dip as I walked up to her. "What hour is it?"
"It's still pretty early. Nine."
"You think that's early?"
"It's early for me." She shrugged. "Here," leaving her station briefly, she skipped over to a counter behind her. There was a napkin with a pill on it and a cup of water. "Advil. I figure your head must be killing you. Next time, I'm sure as hell not letting you go so hard."
"There's going to be a "next time"?" I asked, gratefully picked up the pill, put it in my mouth, and let the river of cold water flood it into my stomach.
"Well, yeah, right?" Lia looked away, back at her cooking. "Did you enjoy the night?'
"... Honestly? I don't know."
That made her pause.
"What?"
"I don't know." I shrugged. "Everything is, uh, a little fuzzy. I remember what we did." I blushed because of course, I did. "But, I, well, I don't remember how it all felt." I looked away, feeling more embarrassed than I could remember recently. Well, besides last night I guess, but even then I was running on liquid courage.
A pair of soft, no, SUPER soft lips, pecked me on the cheek. I squeaked (because I just had to keep embarrassing myself) and when I looked back, I found Lia smiling softly, blushing a little in a way that was honestly adorable.
"I..." She hesitated. "It does suck that you don't remember whether you liked it. So, would you like to do something again?"
"Whoa." I held my hands up. "I... I don't think I can handle..."
"No!" She interrupted me. "I don't mean the drinks-related stuff. I mean the date. Would you, like, would you like to go out again? Do something?"
"Oh!" I laughed a little. "Oh."
"I mean, I get it if you don't." She looked away. "I mean, after all... I did basically take advantage of you. I, believe me, I get it if you think I'm gross or if you're disgusted with me, I... I'll respect any decision you want to make."
"What?"
"You were drunk." She told me. I could hear her voice turning sadder than I was used to. I think, in the short time I'd known this girl, she hadn't sounded like that before. "I shouldn't have touched you like that. I mean, some people are fine with that but you hadn't told me anything or... Sorry. Sorry, I know I fucked up, but..."
She was full-on rambling at this point. I heard her, but I was shocked. This entire time, this was weighing on her mind? Well, I guess I hadn't been clear enough. Because... Well, yeah.
I walked up to her and put my hands on her shoulders. She stopped talking.
"Um, sorry, but I had to stop you. Listen. You didn't... You didn't force yourself on me, or anything. I just want that to be clear."
"Oh?" She softly replied. "You're sure?"
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"Yeah, I'm... I'm pretty sure I'm attracted to you. Like, a lot. Or, very."
"O-Oh." I could hear her breathe a small sigh of relief.
"I just..." I breathed in. "I'm not used to this." I walked around and placed my back on her counter, leaning on it as I kept talking. "I don't do one-night-stands or... Whatever this is turning out to be. I'm..."
"Yeah?"
"I'm nervous," I admitted, looking away.
"Why?" She asked. "If anything, I'm the one who should be wondering if you'll ever want to talk to me again. I kinda fucked up, even if you say you don't mind."
"See, I don't get that." I shook my head. "Lia, I'm probably the most boring person you know. Even if I wasn't okay with last night's stuff you still wouldn't lose anything if I were to walk out of here and like, never come back or something."
"It's a shame you see things that way," Lia muttered.
"Why?" I asked, a little bit desperate. I just didn't get it.
"Alice," she smiled at me as she finally started setting plates and taking the pancakes out. "You're cute. You're really cute."
"Uh, no." I shook my head. "That's a definite no."
"I'm serious!" Lia drizzled some syrup onto the dishes and held one out to me. I hadn't even noticed she had been making two. She pointed to the living room table and I started walking there automatically.
"I don't believe you," I stated.
"Fine, I'll prove it." Lia pointed at me with a fork. "You're so honest, you're clever, even if you don't act like it, you're open-minded but you're super shy about things, Alice, every time I talk to you my heart warms up."
I blushed. Fuck. What could I say to something like that?
"See!" She pointed with the fork again. "That's what I'm talking about!" After a few laughs from her, she looked down at her (well, I assume) breakfast and kept talking. "Alice, I go out a lot. Whether it's to clubs or parties or for work. And everyone around me is always trying to put on an act. Puff out their chests, walk with a little more swing in their steps, you know what I mean? Everyone always has something to prove."
She pointed at me one more time.
"You don't. That's what I like about you if you absolutely must know. You're just here. You're real."
I sighed, cutting the pancake with my fork and biting into a piece.
"Whatever."
We ate in silence for a little bit, and then a question popped up in my mind.
"So... Do you want to do something tonight then?" I asked.
"Can't." She looked away. "I'm working."
Right. Shit. With all this insecurity going on, I forgot what Lia actually did for a living. Not that I had a problem with it now or anything, but... Well, whatever.
"Oh, okay."
"Maybe tomorrow, though?" She asked. Before I answered, she kept going. "For tonight though, you can just enjoy the view." With a smirk, she kept eating.
My eyes bulged. What the hell did she mean by that? Did... Is she saying I can...
What the fuck?
---
Once breakfast was over, we went our separate ways. Well, as separate as being a few steps down the hall allowed for. Regardless, in one prolonged breath I released all the awkward energy I'd been holding in my chest for the past hour.
"I need a fucking shower," I mumbled. On my way to the sanctum that was my bathroom though, I saw my phone's screen lit up on my bed. "What the...?"
I figured it must have been one of my classmate's sending me something college-related. I couldn't have been more off the mark. instead, my eyes widened when I found that my ex-best friend had called.
*One Missed Call: Krystal*
I froze. I blinked multiple times, trying to see if I was imagining this or something.
Here's the thing. Krystal and I had been extremely close once. She used to joke around about me being the "hometown genius". I used to mess with her because she looked like exactly the kind of girl your parents didn't want you to be friends with (pants too short, shirt too short, education too short, that sort of thing). But I loved her for that. She was... Raw.
But when I left home, we never talked again. Holy shit, that was three years ago. At this point, I really thought she'd forgotten about me. And, well, I couldn't blame her. I'm one boring bitch. But... Did she call me?
I gulped.
"Maybe it was an accident or something. Pocket dialed me or whatever." I muttered, tossing my phone back onto my bed.
Almost the instant the phone hit the soft fabric, it started ringing. I turned in a one-eighty and walked back over to it.
*Calling: Krystal*
"Oh, shit." I gulped.
Well, it's definitely not an accident.
With a certain amount of reluctance, I picked up the phone.
"Hello?" My voice, way too shy to speak properly, answered the call.
"Alice?" A much bolder voice answered. There was a moment where Otele gelen escort (http://cankayalar.com/ad-category/otele-gelen-escort/) neither of us said anything. "OH MY GOD, how have you been?"
She asked.
"Uh, good. Good."
"I haven't seen you in forever, bitch!" My eyes widened, but I could hear that there wasn't any malice in her tone. "God, how has everything been? What have you been doing, Allie?"
Allie. Haven't heard that nickname in a long while.
"Uh, just studying, mostly."
"Do you still draw?"
I glanced at my tablet.
"Um... A little."
"What? Fuck that, you need to start selling pieces or something. Your art was solo good!"
"Nah, I'm just alright."
"You actually think that? It must be so hard to draw without eyes." I chuckled as I sat down on my bed. "For real, you have so much talent!"
"What's been going on with you?" Okay, yeah. My dodging was obvious, but I didn't want to talk about my hobby like this with anyone. Krystal sighed and I could basically hear her shaking her head.
"I got pregnant!" My eyes bulged out of their sockets.
"You what?"
"Yup, I met this total fucking hunk, he put a baby in me, and now I'm about two months away from seeing a weird mixture of me and him come out of my vag. It's kind of sick."
At that, I burst out laughing.
We talked for about an hour after that. Gradually, I felt my chest lightening up with every minute that passed. Krystal hadn't changed at all. She was still the bubbly, spontaneous mess that I knew from back home. It was refreshing. I honestly hadn't understood just how much I needed someone to talk to, well, someone to talk to that wasn't a potential "something".
"Yo, listen, after I have this kid and all, would you be okay with me flying out there?" Krystal asked.
I was taken by surprise. I hadn't had any visitors since... Actually, I just hadn't had any visitors. In general.
"Sure," I replied with a small smile. "I'd like that."
After a few extended goodbyes, I finally hung up. When I lied down on my bed, I found I was holding onto a timid little grin. I hadn't realized how much I missed her. Well, not just her, but talking like that with someone.
As I replayed our conversation in my mind, I ended up glancing at my tablet.
I haven't drawn anything in a while... May as well, I guess.
I turned it on and took out my pen.
It was virtually automatic when I started to glide my pen across my tablet's screen. Time started to go by faster, the bustling streets of Lowlight outside sounded just a little quieter. I wasn't making anything of too large a scale, but still, this was such an immersing experience that before I knew it, the radiance of the sun had receded, replaced by the glow of the dim Lowlight street lights.
I yawned.
"I guess I'll keep going tomorrow... Not really doing much anyway." With that thought, I turned my tablet off.
So, what I thought would happen for the rest of this night was that I'd lie down in my bed, close my eyes and wake up feeling a little less tired. Instead, the elevator in the hall beeped a few times, slid open and footsteps traced a path to Lia's unit.
My eyes opened. I had forgotten just how thin these walls were. I could just barely make out two voices speaking warmly to each other. Short greetings, happiness tinging every syllable. I turned on my side. Suddenly, sleeping was a lot harder to do than it had been just a few minutes ago.
I heard something along the lines of "hold on" and Lia's unit was in silence for a moment. Then, my phone's screen lit up.
Lia: you're welcome to watch
And, of course... Yeah. We, uh, we did stuff, huh?
My head was pounding. I rolled out of the foreign bed and waddled out of the room. The smell of pancakes hit my nostrils. Maybe it was the hangover, but all of my thoughts were fairly primal. "This smells good. There's a couch in front of me. What time is it?" Things like that.
All of them stopped when I found Lia. She was standing at the kitchen, in the middle of flipping a pancake. Don't get me wrong, that alone was impressive (with me being the horrible cook that I am), but more than that it was like the world suddenly became blurry, save for just her body. She was in a white negligee that left very little to the imagination but didn't fully show her butt from my angle. Instead, the fabric stopped just a tad bit above the start of her cute cheeks.
I rubbed my eyes and took a step forward. She saw me from her peripheral and smiled. I couldn't tell if it was because of her smile or the headache, but my knees felt weak.
"Morning." I shyly said, my voice sounding raspier and lower than usual.
"Morning." She replied with a bit of warmth and a slight chuckle. "You know, if you wanted to go another round, you could have found subtler ways to tell me."
"What?" I raised a brow. She giggled. With a grin, she pointed at my stomach.
Or at least, I thought she was pointing at my stomach. When I looked down, I understood what she meant.
"Fuck!" I quickly wrapped my arms around my bare chest. Yeah, I'd walked out of Lia's room and hadn't even bothered to put clothes on. I was fully naked.
"No no, don't hide them. Please, I like the view." I could tell she meant that as a tease though because she wasn't even looking at me, mostly focused on what she was cooking.
Sprinting away, with a throbbing head on top of things, I went back into Lia's room and picked my clothes up (though I did cringe a little putting my panties back on, they smelled like sex).
"Okay, take two?" I asked, re-emerging into the kitchen fully clothed.
"Morning!" Lia couldn't stop smiling.
"Morning." I let my head dip as I walked up to her. "What hour is it?"
"It's still pretty early. Nine."
"You think that's early?"
"It's early for me." She shrugged. "Here," leaving her station briefly, she skipped over to a counter behind her. There was a napkin with a pill on it and a cup of water. "Advil. I figure your head must be killing you. Next time, I'm sure as hell not letting you go so hard."
"There's going to be a "next time"?" I asked, gratefully picked up the pill, put it in my mouth, and let the river of cold water flood it into my stomach.
"Well, yeah, right?" Lia looked away, back at her cooking. "Did you enjoy the night?'
"... Honestly? I don't know."
That made her pause.
"What?"
"I don't know." I shrugged. "Everything is, uh, a little fuzzy. I remember what we did." I blushed because of course, I did. "But, I, well, I don't remember how it all felt." I looked away, feeling more embarrassed than I could remember recently. Well, besides last night I guess, but even then I was running on liquid courage.
A pair of soft, no, SUPER soft lips, pecked me on the cheek. I squeaked (because I just had to keep embarrassing myself) and when I looked back, I found Lia smiling softly, blushing a little in a way that was honestly adorable.
"I..." She hesitated. "It does suck that you don't remember whether you liked it. So, would you like to do something again?"
"Whoa." I held my hands up. "I... I don't think I can handle..."
"No!" She interrupted me. "I don't mean the drinks-related stuff. I mean the date. Would you, like, would you like to go out again? Do something?"
"Oh!" I laughed a little. "Oh."
"I mean, I get it if you don't." She looked away. "I mean, after all... I did basically take advantage of you. I, believe me, I get it if you think I'm gross or if you're disgusted with me, I... I'll respect any decision you want to make."
"What?"
"You were drunk." She told me. I could hear her voice turning sadder than I was used to. I think, in the short time I'd known this girl, she hadn't sounded like that before. "I shouldn't have touched you like that. I mean, some people are fine with that but you hadn't told me anything or... Sorry. Sorry, I know I fucked up, but..."
She was full-on rambling at this point. I heard her, but I was shocked. This entire time, this was weighing on her mind? Well, I guess I hadn't been clear enough. Because... Well, yeah.
I walked up to her and put my hands on her shoulders. She stopped talking.
"Um, sorry, but I had to stop you. Listen. You didn't... You didn't force yourself on me, or anything. I just want that to be clear."
"Oh?" She softly replied. "You're sure?"
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"Yeah, I'm... I'm pretty sure I'm attracted to you. Like, a lot. Or, very."
"O-Oh." I could hear her breathe a small sigh of relief.
"I just..." I breathed in. "I'm not used to this." I walked around and placed my back on her counter, leaning on it as I kept talking. "I don't do one-night-stands or... Whatever this is turning out to be. I'm..."
"Yeah?"
"I'm nervous," I admitted, looking away.
"Why?" She asked. "If anything, I'm the one who should be wondering if you'll ever want to talk to me again. I kinda fucked up, even if you say you don't mind."
"See, I don't get that." I shook my head. "Lia, I'm probably the most boring person you know. Even if I wasn't okay with last night's stuff you still wouldn't lose anything if I were to walk out of here and like, never come back or something."
"It's a shame you see things that way," Lia muttered.
"Why?" I asked, a little bit desperate. I just didn't get it.
"Alice," she smiled at me as she finally started setting plates and taking the pancakes out. "You're cute. You're really cute."
"Uh, no." I shook my head. "That's a definite no."
"I'm serious!" Lia drizzled some syrup onto the dishes and held one out to me. I hadn't even noticed she had been making two. She pointed to the living room table and I started walking there automatically.
"I don't believe you," I stated.
"Fine, I'll prove it." Lia pointed at me with a fork. "You're so honest, you're clever, even if you don't act like it, you're open-minded but you're super shy about things, Alice, every time I talk to you my heart warms up."
I blushed. Fuck. What could I say to something like that?
"See!" She pointed with the fork again. "That's what I'm talking about!" After a few laughs from her, she looked down at her (well, I assume) breakfast and kept talking. "Alice, I go out a lot. Whether it's to clubs or parties or for work. And everyone around me is always trying to put on an act. Puff out their chests, walk with a little more swing in their steps, you know what I mean? Everyone always has something to prove."
She pointed at me one more time.
"You don't. That's what I like about you if you absolutely must know. You're just here. You're real."
I sighed, cutting the pancake with my fork and biting into a piece.
"Whatever."
We ate in silence for a little bit, and then a question popped up in my mind.
"So... Do you want to do something tonight then?" I asked.
"Can't." She looked away. "I'm working."
Right. Shit. With all this insecurity going on, I forgot what Lia actually did for a living. Not that I had a problem with it now or anything, but... Well, whatever.
"Oh, okay."
"Maybe tomorrow, though?" She asked. Before I answered, she kept going. "For tonight though, you can just enjoy the view." With a smirk, she kept eating.
My eyes bulged. What the hell did she mean by that? Did... Is she saying I can...
What the fuck?
---
Once breakfast was over, we went our separate ways. Well, as separate as being a few steps down the hall allowed for. Regardless, in one prolonged breath I released all the awkward energy I'd been holding in my chest for the past hour.
"I need a fucking shower," I mumbled. On my way to the sanctum that was my bathroom though, I saw my phone's screen lit up on my bed. "What the...?"
I figured it must have been one of my classmate's sending me something college-related. I couldn't have been more off the mark. instead, my eyes widened when I found that my ex-best friend had called.
*One Missed Call: Krystal*
I froze. I blinked multiple times, trying to see if I was imagining this or something.
Here's the thing. Krystal and I had been extremely close once. She used to joke around about me being the "hometown genius". I used to mess with her because she looked like exactly the kind of girl your parents didn't want you to be friends with (pants too short, shirt too short, education too short, that sort of thing). But I loved her for that. She was... Raw.
But when I left home, we never talked again. Holy shit, that was three years ago. At this point, I really thought she'd forgotten about me. And, well, I couldn't blame her. I'm one boring bitch. But... Did she call me?
I gulped.
"Maybe it was an accident or something. Pocket dialed me or whatever." I muttered, tossing my phone back onto my bed.
Almost the instant the phone hit the soft fabric, it started ringing. I turned in a one-eighty and walked back over to it.
*Calling: Krystal*
"Oh, shit." I gulped.
Well, it's definitely not an accident.
With a certain amount of reluctance, I picked up the phone.
"Hello?" My voice, way too shy to speak properly, answered the call.
"Alice?" A much bolder voice answered. There was a moment where Otele gelen escort (http://cankayalar.com/ad-category/otele-gelen-escort/) neither of us said anything. "OH MY GOD, how have you been?"
She asked.
"Uh, good. Good."
"I haven't seen you in forever, bitch!" My eyes widened, but I could hear that there wasn't any malice in her tone. "God, how has everything been? What have you been doing, Allie?"
Allie. Haven't heard that nickname in a long while.
"Uh, just studying, mostly."
"Do you still draw?"
I glanced at my tablet.
"Um... A little."
"What? Fuck that, you need to start selling pieces or something. Your art was solo good!"
"Nah, I'm just alright."
"You actually think that? It must be so hard to draw without eyes." I chuckled as I sat down on my bed. "For real, you have so much talent!"
"What's been going on with you?" Okay, yeah. My dodging was obvious, but I didn't want to talk about my hobby like this with anyone. Krystal sighed and I could basically hear her shaking her head.
"I got pregnant!" My eyes bulged out of their sockets.
"You what?"
"Yup, I met this total fucking hunk, he put a baby in me, and now I'm about two months away from seeing a weird mixture of me and him come out of my vag. It's kind of sick."
At that, I burst out laughing.
We talked for about an hour after that. Gradually, I felt my chest lightening up with every minute that passed. Krystal hadn't changed at all. She was still the bubbly, spontaneous mess that I knew from back home. It was refreshing. I honestly hadn't understood just how much I needed someone to talk to, well, someone to talk to that wasn't a potential "something".
"Yo, listen, after I have this kid and all, would you be okay with me flying out there?" Krystal asked.
I was taken by surprise. I hadn't had any visitors since... Actually, I just hadn't had any visitors. In general.
"Sure," I replied with a small smile. "I'd like that."
After a few extended goodbyes, I finally hung up. When I lied down on my bed, I found I was holding onto a timid little grin. I hadn't realized how much I missed her. Well, not just her, but talking like that with someone.
As I replayed our conversation in my mind, I ended up glancing at my tablet.
I haven't drawn anything in a while... May as well, I guess.
I turned it on and took out my pen.
It was virtually automatic when I started to glide my pen across my tablet's screen. Time started to go by faster, the bustling streets of Lowlight outside sounded just a little quieter. I wasn't making anything of too large a scale, but still, this was such an immersing experience that before I knew it, the radiance of the sun had receded, replaced by the glow of the dim Lowlight street lights.
I yawned.
"I guess I'll keep going tomorrow... Not really doing much anyway." With that thought, I turned my tablet off.
So, what I thought would happen for the rest of this night was that I'd lie down in my bed, close my eyes and wake up feeling a little less tired. Instead, the elevator in the hall beeped a few times, slid open and footsteps traced a path to Lia's unit.
My eyes opened. I had forgotten just how thin these walls were. I could just barely make out two voices speaking warmly to each other. Short greetings, happiness tinging every syllable. I turned on my side. Suddenly, sleeping was a lot harder to do than it had been just a few minutes ago.
I heard something along the lines of "hold on" and Lia's unit was in silence for a moment. Then, my phone's screen lit up.
Lia: you're welcome to watch