Untitled Sexy Romance Story, Part Four (Adult Content)
Sep 19 '03 (Updated Oct 29 '03)
The Bottom Line This is growing in to a tale of sexual obsession, amongst other things.........
More steamy sex scenes, but other troubles lay ahead as well......
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The past twenty-two years of her life lay dormant in her bedroom.
Nobody had a perfectly spotless private space, even as they playfully or discouragingly criticize other’s messy bedrooms and living rooms. Everyone has a habit of spoiling the need for a clean, well-kept private space with the contrary desire to stamp that area with the permanent moments from their lives. Janice wasn’t any different in that regard.
The bedroom closet was littered with years of the trivial, of the interesting, of the little blips and large bumps of those years she witnessed. Clothes sprinkled with elderly specks of dust, aging since the three or four years since she wore them. Books unopened, pages sticking from dampness.
One of the forgotten fabrics was a dress that Janice wore to the high school prom, an event that seems like ancient history, lived by another person other than herself. That prom night was attended by a young woman named Janice, accompanied by both male and female friends. The young woman named Janice slow-danced with one male friend. Seemed so long ago.........
The young man that Janice was with was the first man whom she kissed. It was no big deal in many ways, she believed. He was just one of the gang. During the whole of high school, the gang stuck together, being silly and goofy, even more so when seen through adult eyes.
The gang’s activities were mundane, but that’s what made their time feel so much more satisfying.
They would haunt the expressways of the malls, flowing in and out of every shop without buying anything, even as shopkeepers’ paranoid eyes expected to see all youth hiding stolen merchandise within their person.
After a night of not shopping, the kids might decide to take in a movie, either at the cinema, or at somebody’s house with a video. None of the movies were particularly inventive, and besides, a gaggle of teenagers don’t go to the movies to follow dialogue, or study crucial story points, but as another opportunity to hang out with friends. Complicated movies might be a distraction, not a blessing.
There was one trip to the mall where Janice did sacrifice some hard-earned cash. She bought a dress, in preparation for the high school prom. Nothing fancy, and not in the league of some of the rented dresses that most of the girls would get, but Janice was more interested in buying her own dress for that special evening.
Merely a tasteful red dress, with enough of a bright hue to divert eyes away from other, more shadowy distractions and toward that lovely girl in red.
All of her friends were paired up. A few of them already had genuine partners, whom they took to the prom. Janice and her male friend, however, were just friends, but it would look awkward, embarrassing, if they went to the prom “dateless” -- at least, that’s how Janice would have seen it. Never being involved in a romance, major or minor, she would have considered something as brief as a couple of hours at the high school prom a major social event, and she needed to play the part of the well-adjusted girl with a date to that special evening.
During those slow dances, she understood, for the first time, what it felt like to be close to someone, to be intimate with another’s body. Not just the randomness of bumping into someone in the hallway, or shaking someone’s hand, or doing something off-kilter like jokingly messing up someone’s hair or tickling them, but embracing someone, feeling the other’s aura, the other’s form -- feeling as if you were getting closer to the essence of another one outside of yourself.
The prom had ended, and the group of friends went to a party afterwards. Nothing extravagant happened; just a lot of drinking and antics. Janice received a kiss from the male friend. The two brushed it off as another act of silliness, but Janice felt her heart flutter for the rest of the evening. Nobody had kissed her before. Nobody had kissed her, a woman who felt like she was on the outside, looking in. A woman who felt that she wasn’t going to have a boyfriend, finally received a kiss from someone. It was a quick, simple kiss on the lips, nothing like those love scenes that gets blood racing in movies and soap operas. In actuality, this kiss was fairly insignificant from a distance. But to her, it made her feel good.
Summertime was a more revealing season, during her summer job at one of the tourist shops in the North Shore. The vast majority of the guys and girls behind the counter were within her age range, and she knew at least a few details about all of those people. She found herself quietly stunned at her ability to befriend a number of these people, and, occasionally, she would accompany them on excursions to the local bar across the street from the Boardwalk, as the chain of shops were called.
Those fleeting weeks gave her just enough time to become comfortable with her comrades. She was able to discern, subtly, the dynamics between the men and the women surrounding her. She understood more closely the games that they played with each other -- the game in which they passed each other off as friends of the other, when, in reality, they were antagonists in a battle in which the outcome was perpetually delayed. The men and the women exhibited mannerisms that were, to a clever eye, false, theatrical. They never spoke to the opposite sex like they would speak to each other. Every conversation was vetted, censored, adjusted, before the words were finally uttered.
Janice read the story, and understood its meaning, its ambiguities. And she didn’t like the message. But what could she do? She had to have a social life. So she allowed herself to be written into the story.
The other girls were a lot more experienced than she in the realm of sexuality. She didn’t feel pressured by the girls, so much as she felt in awe of them. She knew what it was like to be kissed, but not what it was like to go further........
She knew that one man was traveling to the mainland for university. He seemed like a nice fellow; at the very least, he was tall, blonde, and had a decent build. As August drew to a close, so did her season of inexperience -- she quietly allowed herself to travel with him, alone, in his car. They traveled along the North Shore, late in the evening, on the quiet road linking all of the beaches together. They had a simple dialogue, pieces of firm present and potential future passed back and forth.
The two parked at a barren patch of pavement, overlooking the dunes. Janice sweated nervous bullets of liquid as she slid ever closer to him.
Hey, want to fool around, she asked him -- just spit it out, as bluntly as possible, so he would be forced to say either yes or no.
He seemed dumbfounded more than aroused. Prince Edward Island was the sort of place where sex happened all the time, but nobody ever was frank and honest about it, lest be tagged as some sort of degenerate, perhaps. The guy wasn’t repulsed by the woman, however. In fact, she was sweet enough that he had few regrets about fulfilling her abrupt request........
........ the sex was not smooth. No trauma, but no electricity either. They both fumbled with each other’s bodies, not quite used to how the other worked. He was a bit too eager, which meant that he finished more rapidly than she had hoped. She didn’t feel any uncontrollable surge across the plains of her body -- but it was okay. The guy was a decent sort. Once it was all over, they lay still, in the back seat, feeling each other’s skin, feeling warm from all of that intimacy.
Yet once they were dressed, once they escaped the silent, private place where they had their sexual non-sequiter, their connection grew awkward. It was natural to expect that a relationship would occur between two people who grew close, but they knew it wasn’t going to happen -- he was leaving the island, and she wasn’t. It was as simple as that. After the close of August, they never saw each other again.
Off to university he went, but she didn’t follow his path, physically or intellectually. She stayed behind, and toiled in the work force...............
........an old math notebook from Grade 12 was tucked deeply inside the closet. Math was her favorite subject, for some insane reason, she believed. It wasn’t always her largest success, but it was enjoyable to her. The struggle was what made it interesting. It was fascinating to her how numbers could be manipulated, merged, divided, added -- every problem was like a game to her. Every year, the games were harder to play, and more difficult to beat, but the challenge was still fun.
It had been more than four years since she had been challenged in any meaningful way, however. It wasn’t as if she was incapable of moving on after high school. Her seventy percent average was appropriate enough to get into the University of Prince Edward Island, or Holland College, at the very least. She could have been like her summer fling, and opened her eyes to the sophisticated mainland campuses, but she believed that this was not an option, unless she was interested in counting the numbers that signified massive debt.
Lack of nerves. Fear of the unknown. Whatever it was, she settled into a routine that was more about moderatly-paid work than excelling in something more significant. If she were to attend her 10-year high school reunion, what would she have to say? I work at a gift shop, like to add and multiply product prices in my spare time, and pick up strange customers and take them home with me.........
Janice removed the book from her closet, and skimmed the pages. She began to realize how much she lost in those four years since high school. Most of her friends had moved on, to different social circles, to different places within Canada, never seeing her or contacting her. Her social life lay dormant, except for the occasional blip, the occasional adventurous blip like what occurred last night. And, her eyes scanning the algebraic questions on the page, she was aware that her intellectual skills were fading away -- if she were to go back to school, she would be lost in a maze of doubt. She would have to relearn everything.........
Knock knock knock.
Didn’t expect anyone this evening. Strange.
She placed the math book upon her table, and walked out to the living room. She was inexplicably nervous about who stood at the door’s opposite side.........
........ her cheeks flushed as she laid her sight upon the figure.......
“Frank....!?”
“......hi......”, he said, awkwardly.
“Wow, I.... never thought .... “, stumbling, “ah, I mean, I never expected you to come back so soon.” , she smiled, her voice trembling, not once able to disguise her complete surprise.
“Why wouldn’t I return to see you?”, he asked, feeling that Janice was far too abusive on herself. “I .... I hope that I didn’t interrupt anything.”
“No way! Absolutely not! I was just.... rummaging through the closet; nothing special.....”, she slurred. “Come on in......”
He walked in. With each step, he lost more of his inhibitions, and felt more confident. His intuition told him that Janice was more than willing to meet him a second time. He envisioned the image of him and Janice, falling into each other’s arms, making wild passionate love on the bed, or the floor, or wherever..........
“Did you work this afternoon?”, he asked.
“Yes, I did, actually.......” Her voice still could not fully correct itself yet. “... I.... sold that thing that you and your friend were debating about yesterday......” Janice walked toward the bedroom, hoping that Frank would follow.
“Yea..... now what have you got there?” He did.
“Just a few of those garden statues..... nothing amazing.”
“Not pink flamingos, I hope.”
“No..... “, she turns around to face him. “Not.... not quite.”
They both were in the bedroom. The silence was unbearable. What to do, what to do?
“I wondered if you would bother getting in touch with me.....”, she admitted. Her voice was flat, as it relayed a truth that she could not bear to hide. “I mean, it was just ..... a night. That’s all.”
Frank took a few steps closer. “One really adventurous night!”
She felt herself slowly melting with each step that he took, closer to her body. “I thought maybe you just considered this a one night stand.......that you were going to toss that shred of paper with my number in the compost bin.........”
“No, I don’t work that way, Janice.” They felt each other’s breath.
“Neither do I...... not by choice”, she said.
“Umm.... you shouldn’t be so hard on yourself.” The back of his hand brushed alongside Janice’s stomach. “If I really didn’t want to be with you, I wouldn’t have went home with you last night.”
“So, how did you spend the last twenty-four hours?”, she asked. Her palm rested on his shoulder, while her other hand caressed her own stomach, before her fingers tangled on his resting hand.
“Replayed the movie of our night, over and over again. I couldn’t think of anything else to do.”
“Me too. I couldn’t concentrate on my work today. I had to resort to using the cash register. My brain was out of order.”, she murmured, a smile caressing her lips.
They started to kiss, tenderly, enjoying the lips and tongue of the other.
“...... you’re terrific....”, he said.
“Oh my.......”, she sighed, feeling herself blush. “I try to be.....” I’m happy that you feel that way, she thought. Happy that who I am, did not drive you away.......
His hands wandered her body, his touch enjoying all the attributes of her feminine shape. She had a body that was made for love. Frank would have sacrificed anything just to make love to this woman for the rest of his life.
“I have a gift for you......”, she smiled. “Unwrap me.......”
Slowly, as if in a trance, she raises her arms to the sky, freeing her lover to ease her shirt away from her frame..........
He unhooks her bra, lets it fall neglectfully to the floor.
Janice felt so vulnerable, almost nude, completely at the mercy of her passions. The previous evening was a planned affair, and all of her feelings were premeditated. Tonight, however, there were no rules, no plans. She never felt so nervous with another person in her life. But it felt so right, to take the risk.
Their lips continued to play their lovely game. Sighs and moans were quietly garbled due to the interference of the kisses.
Frank playfully grasped Janice’s exposed breast; his palm massaged the surface, across her nipple.
“Your breasts.... are so beautiful......”, he murmured, “..... just like the rest of your body.......”
...... oh my god...... she wanted to sigh, to whomever was able to listen. She never recalled anyone praising her body, praising beauty that she never considered possessing.
She regarded Frank’s sensitive but untidy stumbling over her bosom. Politely, she interfered, removing his hand and replacing it with her own. She moved her fingertip around her nipple, coaxing it to a stiffness.
“Frank.....”, she spoke to him, biting her lip. “...... d -do you like that?”
Of course he would, she thought.
“..... Janice..... “, he moaned, “I .... want to make love to you.... I can’t stop thinking about you......”
“Please do...... make love to me.......”, she agreed, her emotions collapsing.
Their mouths returned to their oral embrace. They weaved a bit around the floor, unable to stand still. Janice’s backside bumped against the edge of the table, where that old math book sat. But numbers were no longer on her mind.
Frank sensed that Janice had hit the table. He lifted her upper legs, and eased her on to the table’s edge, while Janice held her embrace more tightly, balancing herself.
First time I ever had sex on a wooden object, she thought.
They fumbled playfully with all the material from the waist down. The two were so hungry for the experience that they did not entertain massive amounts of concern for the fact that the bed was only a few feet away, and would have been more comfortable.
Frank found himself loosening Janice’s jeans, tearing them away from her body, along with her undergarments. He could sense Janice’s own efforts to loosen her limbs away from the impediments of clothing. He removed his own clothes, until the two of them were in the same state as the night before -- naked, passionate, in a state of freedom apart from the world outside.
At first, they embraced quietly. Their eyes shared the effects of the sexual narcotic they willingly injected. Unlike other drugs, the consequences were pleasing, and improved when shared with another simultaneously.
Janice swallowed hard, letting her hand move down between them, cradling Frank’s erection.
Closer, she wanted to sigh, but it only came out as a mournful breath.
He moved himself nearer to her, easing himself cautiously inside of her, merging with her body. They remained almost motionless for a time, not wanting to prematurely end this situation. He rested his forehead against hers, as they melted into each other’s eyes. Their hands wandered quietly across each other’s bodies, searching them as if their hands had never touched another person before.
“..... Frank.... you feel so good... inside......”, she sighed, exhausted from her emotional ecstasy. So long since I’ve felt this way, she wanted to say. But she didn’t want to sound desperate, in the middle of lovemaking -- she didn’t want to appear like an eager soul, pining for someone to satisfy her.
“.... you... you’re terrific, yourself... Janice....”, he panted. So different from Christine, he wanted to say. But he didn’t want to find himself comparing people as if they were competing brands of appliances. Didn’t want to fall into the typical trap that males laid out for themselves.
Their lovemaking increased at a faster pace. It was awkward, upon the bedroom table, but it didn’t bother them, even as the striking of the table’s backside against the wall became louder. They kissed harshly, while their bodies swam around each other, so much so that they no longer felt like solid figures. Melting into each other.
The rush of blood punched every part of Janice’s body, so much so that it almost hurt her. Hurt me, she spoke to her inner body, you’ll never defeat me, not when I’m so happy...........
She fell back against her hands, allowing Frank to more aggressively move inside of her. He wrapped his hands around the small of her back, feeling her body push as hard as his did. “Oh, Janice!”, he sighed, sensing the rocking motion of her hips. “..... you move so wonderfully!”
“Oh, I do, do I?”, she seductively snarled. “I only move as good as my partner.... without him, I .... I’ve forgotten everything.”
Frank felt braver with her. Intuitively, he knew that she was playing on his level. He awkwardly moved his hands beneath her upper legs, raising them higher, while managing to get one leg draped over her shoulder. Janice sighed in surprise, her eyes widening in delight.
“How’s that?”, he panted.
She tossed her head back. “Ahh.... you’ve reminded me.... of how fun this could be.........”, she sighed.
They were unaware that the edge of the table was like a chisel slashing through the years-old paint each time it swatted the wall. All that they were aware of was the other person -- their bodies moved faster to the music of their passionate song.
“Ahhhhh......... ahhhhh....... Frank, I’m coming!”, she breathed, her body reacting as if suffering an overdose.
“Me too.... Janice......”, mirroring her own pleasure.
Joy and regret met each other as they orgasmed. Other thoughts would quickly jockey for position, and the two people were helpless to this reality. They still had their joy, but regretted that the pure bliss they enjoyed could not last forever.
........ holy ....... that was.... amazing........ , she could not help but say to herself.
The two bodies slowly drifted onto the floor, numb from their lovemaking. Silence returned to the bedroom air, as the two lovers spent precious moments regaining their composure.
“........ Frank....”, Janice cooed, as she tilted her frame closer to his. “That was ....... you were so good......”
He laughed with a twinge of gentle embarrassment. “I.... I only followed my intuition..... I couldn’t have done it without you....... you’re wonderful.” He ran his fingers alongside Janice’s waist.
Janice smiles shyly. “Yea, I suppose so..... it’s nice to be with you though..... that’s all that really matters.... in the end.” She hesitates, believing that she revealed more than she needed to.
Frank was enchanted. Janice was the voice of truth. Her words were spoken with complete honesty; her meanings sounded clear..........
“Hey, I feel the same way......”, he responded, his own words pure of intent.
“..... because,”, she shakily smirked, “who else would I screw on top of old tables?”
He brought her body closer, in an embrace that was more friendly than sexual. “I can be here whenever you want me to be........”
“I’m... I’m not sure....”, she uttered. “I don’t mean that .... I don’ t mean that I don’t want you to, but are you sure you want to be with me? What about your friend?”
“Hmmm..... oh, you mean Rebecca. To hell with what she thinks.”, he dismissed. “She’s not my girlfriend. If she doesn’t like it, that’s her problem......”
Janice understood, to her dismay, that she had, in fact, come between the two people, whom she had mistakenly thought of as a couple that day at the shop.
“Does she know about us.......?”, Janice questioned, worrisomely.
“She doesn’t need to know..... let’s just keep it to ourselves......”, placing his fingertip over her lips.
Another morning came out of hiding, and with it, so did Janice, after a wholly unexpected evening.
Her walk to work was as refreshing as it was on that first fateful evening. She felt alive, loved, as she never had in such a lengthy period. It was a rebirth.
The narrow streets, cars crammed into the parking spaces, seemed like wondrous paths to extraordinary places. The sidewalks were roads paved with gold. All of these tacky gifts that she sold at the shop appeared as intricate creations with lovely details. Every tedious errand she had to perform by rote, day after day, was performed with a complete lack of contempt. Every customer seemed agreeable today, and she had no urge to hide in those large cardboard boxes emptied of stock.
Her feelings, however, were meant to be private, but she wasn’t so sure about it now.
Frank appeared to suggest that his friendship wasn’t solid enough to withstand his adventure with that strange woman at the bar. Suddenly, what was supposed to have been a clandestine affair, meant to cleanse her loneliness and frustration, became a potential wedge between her partner and a third party.
But maybe Frank was just speaking elliptically. Perhaps his friend had no knowledge, and everything was safe............
........the phone from behind the counter began to ring.
“Hello, Genuine Order?”, she spoke.
“Hey, Janice.” It was Sherri, her friend from the restaurant.
“Hey, girl, what’s going on?”
“Ah, not a whole hell of a lot. So, planning to eat at Myrons’ again this evening?”
“Ah, no, I’m going to experience my own cuisine this evening.”, she laughed. “I hate to break it to you, but I’ve had better burgers at a greasy fast-food joint.”
“Gee, thanks, you trollop!”, Sherri scoffed. “And I was hoping for a healthy sized tip from you again too.”
“Spent it in the wrong place, did you?”, she smiled.
“Nope, it’s still in my wallet. And thank you kindly, my friend.”, she said in an honest tone.
“No problem, girl.”, Janice replied.
“Hey, you didn’t stick around at the club afterward, did you?”, Sherri asked, hoping for unknown clarification.
“Uh.....”, she stumbled. “Whatever do you mean?”
“Call me crazy, but I would swear that it was you going home with a guy the other night. I was walking toward a table, close to the front of the restaurant, and I could see two people walking past the window.” Her voice had already expressed the feeling that she didn’t quite believe her own words. “You, Janice, picking up men in clubs,”, laughing in a high pitch. “You trollop, yet again!”
Secrets. Impossible to hide in a small town. She should have known that. But she attempted to protect herself. “Oh, yea, Sherri, sure I am!”, she laughed. “I needed a new addition to my secret harem of men. I couldn’t make do with the four that were chained to my bed, so I needed a fifth. And you would not believe how sore I was this morning walking five blocks to work. Oh, god!!”
“Yea, I’d bet!”, Sherri teased. “I’m only kidding you, Janice -- I think it was the glasses that set me off, but I knew that it wasn’t you. I know you don’t really do the club thing......”
Janice had avoided being pegged, but now she felt like a liar, lying to her friend. How did Frank feel, when speaking to his friend during the last few days?
“Ah well, you know me.”, Janice sighed. “Boring old Janice. Nothing exciting.”
“Ah Christ, girl, don’t be so hard on yourself..... we’ll get you a man somehow.”
Janice felt the words at the tip of her tongue. She swallowed them quickly.
“They’re out there somewhere, I know.”, she smiled. “That’s what you keep telling me anyway.....”
“Well, I better let you go, Janice, I know you’re so busy.”, she smirked.
“Sure, see you around.”
“Bye.....”
Click. Sherri might have been amused, finding out that boring old Janice did indeed find herself a male companion at the bar. But what would she have said if she knew what happened afterwards? Janice didn’t want the questions. She didn’t want the notoriety.
Ring, ring. The phone, yet again. Sh*t, maybe Sherri wasn’t so sure of what she saw through the window......
“Hello, Genuine Order?”
“..... ah, hi, is this Janice?”
“Yea,” Who was this? “How are you doing?”
“Hi.” A hanging pause. “This is Rebecca. Frank’s friend.”
A sharp pain hit Janice’s chest. “Uh... hi!”, she stammered. “How... are you....?”
“Oh, I’m okay, I suppose. I ... I really need to speak to you, Janice. I know that you don’t know me at all... but I feel that there are some things that I need to say to you.”
Janice wished that she had a visual of Rebecca’s face at this very moment. Solitary words did not fully reveal the state of mind, or the mannerisms, of the person speaking them.
“Why.... do you think that’s necessary?” Janice’s voice grew defensive, as images of shouting matches, of fists impressed into skulls, flashed in front of her stinging eyes.
“I... don’t want to say it over the phone......”, Rebecca said, quietly. Her voice subtly injected a sadness. “Can I meet you after work, Janice?”
“Um.....” Say no, say no. “Well.... you might have to wait a few minutes after 5 30, I’ll have to lock up.”
“Oh, that’s okay... I ‘ll wait.”
Pause. Janice had no way out. She couldn’t deny a single thing. Her carefully controlled plan unraveled, and could not be repaired.
“Please.”, Rebecca implored. “I really want to talk to you.”
“Oh... okay.... come here at about 5 20 or so.”, she feigned. “I don’t imagine they would unlock the mall doors just so you can meet little ole me.”
“No.... probably not.....”
“Well.... see you then.....”
Janice quickly replaced the phone, before any extra words could be uttered. She needed to brush aside this obstacle.
Shame crept over her. She felt that she was complicit in lies and deceit, and would pay the price, whatever it may be........
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END OF PART FOUR
Part Five at http://www.epinions.com/content_3514015876
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