all alone.
Bear, the black and white tuxedo cat that her grandmother got her when she was fourteen, mewed at her from in front of her food dish. Mostly, the cat drove her crazy, always wanting attention only when it suited her and biting her when it didn’t. Deep down she loved the furball, though. Maybe that was because Bear made her feel connected to her grandparents still.
Suddenly, Rachael walked in. She never knocked. It was one of those necessities that disappeared when you were as close of friends as they were. Taking one look at her friend, she said “Missing Gramma?” Rachael knew Alex well, and she always got a sad, faraway look when she was thinking about her past.
Alex nodded. It was when she wasn’t sure what to do about something important that she missed her grandmother the most. She shook away her thoughts and was so glad to see Rachael that she jumped up and hugged her.
“Uhhh, ok,” Rachael smiled. “Don’t know what I did to deserve that, but I’ll take it!”
They sat down at the small kitchen table together. Rachael also knew when to change the subject.
“So what are we doing tonight?” she asked. It was pretty much a given that the girls spent Friday nights together relaxing after the hard week and “getting the kinks out”, as Rachael liked to call it, even though Rachael was usually the only one doing anything kinky.
“Actually, I have to talk to you about that,” Alex began, and before she knew it she had gone into complete and gory detail about everything with Caleb.
“It’s about time!!” Rachael said matter-of-factly.
Alex blinked. “Really? That’s your reaction?” she asked, astonished.
“Well, yeah,” Rachael said innocently. “I have been waiting for you to find some good action since I met you. It’s a total stress reliever!” She stuck her tongue out at Alex.
“Ew,” said Alex.
Rachael smirked. “On the other hand, I am slightly jealous of what might have been the best sex ever. Sounds like this one guy I met in Italy. Those Italian stallions really live up to their name by the way,” she said, wandering off into her own thoughts.
Alex smiled at her friend and stood up to feed Bear and get a cold green tea, automatically getting one for Rachael too. As she did the motions, she was busy thinking. Rachael didn’t seem to be much help on this one. She was going to have to decide for herself whether she should meet Caleb. Who was she kidding, she had already made the decision. She was going to go and she knew it. Instead of going around in circles about it, she decided to go figure out what to wear. At least this time she could wear her own clothes. She ran upstairs to find an outfit.
“Just make sure to wear a front clasping bra!” Rachael called after her.
Alex found herself being paranoid as she walked to the classroom to meet Caleb that night. She kept looking around to see if anyone saw her, but no one did. It wasn’t like she hadn’t walked to class dozens of times before, but that was when she didn’t have unsavory intentions. Nervously, she stopped before his door and took a deep breath, remembering the last time she’d stood there. Wanting answers, she took a deep breath and walked in. She found Caleb pacing the room rather than sitting at his desk this time.
Instead of speaking, she looked down the hall to make sure no one was around and then quietly shut the classroom door.
She could feel the tension in the room as Caleb stopped and stared at her. He was so relieved to see her there. He hadn’t realized, until that moment, how afraid he was that she wouldn’t come. This was his second chance and he knew he wouldn’t get a third. He wanted to speak, to say a million things. He wanted to explain and get on his knees and beg her forgiveness for his coldness the other night. He tried to read her face to see what she was thinking. He walked closer to her.
When he reached her, she just stood looking at him, so he knew he
Bear, the black and white tuxedo cat that her grandmother got her when she was fourteen, mewed at her from in front of her food dish. Mostly, the cat drove her crazy, always wanting attention only when it suited her and biting her when it didn’t. Deep down she loved the furball, though. Maybe that was because Bear made her feel connected to her grandparents still.
Suddenly, Rachael walked in. She never knocked. It was one of those necessities that disappeared when you were as close of friends as they were. Taking one look at her friend, she said “Missing Gramma?” Rachael knew Alex well, and she always got a sad, faraway look when she was thinking about her past.
Alex nodded. It was when she wasn’t sure what to do about something important that she missed her grandmother the most. She shook away her thoughts and was so glad to see Rachael that she jumped up and hugged her.
“Uhhh, ok,” Rachael smiled. “Don’t know what I did to deserve that, but I’ll take it!”
They sat down at the small kitchen table together. Rachael also knew when to change the subject.
“So what are we doing tonight?” she asked. It was pretty much a given that the girls spent Friday nights together relaxing after the hard week and “getting the kinks out”, as Rachael liked to call it, even though Rachael was usually the only one doing anything kinky.
“Actually, I have to talk to you about that,” Alex began, and before she knew it she had gone into complete and gory detail about everything with Caleb.
“It’s about time!!” Rachael said matter-of-factly.
Alex blinked. “Really? That’s your reaction?” she asked, astonished.
“Well, yeah,” Rachael said innocently. “I have been waiting for you to find some good action since I met you. It’s a total stress reliever!” She stuck her tongue out at Alex.
“Ew,” said Alex.
Rachael smirked. “On the other hand, I am slightly jealous of what might have been the best sex ever. Sounds like this one guy I met in Italy. Those Italian stallions really live up to their name by the way,” she said, wandering off into her own thoughts.
Alex smiled at her friend and stood up to feed Bear and get a cold green tea, automatically getting one for Rachael too. As she did the motions, she was busy thinking. Rachael didn’t seem to be much help on this one. She was going to have to decide for herself whether she should meet Caleb. Who was she kidding, she had already made the decision. She was going to go and she knew it. Instead of going around in circles about it, she decided to go figure out what to wear. At least this time she could wear her own clothes. She ran upstairs to find an outfit.
“Just make sure to wear a front clasping bra!” Rachael called after her.
Alex found herself being paranoid as she walked to the classroom to meet Caleb that night. She kept looking around to see if anyone saw her, but no one did. It wasn’t like she hadn’t walked to class dozens of times before, but that was when she didn’t have unsavory intentions. Nervously, she stopped before his door and took a deep breath, remembering the last time she’d stood there. Wanting answers, she took a deep breath and walked in. She found Caleb pacing the room rather than sitting at his desk this time.
Instead of speaking, she looked down the hall to make sure no one was around and then quietly shut the classroom door.
She could feel the tension in the room as Caleb stopped and stared at her. He was so relieved to see her there. He hadn’t realized, until that moment, how afraid he was that she wouldn’t come. This was his second chance and he knew he wouldn’t get a third. He wanted to speak, to say a million things. He wanted to explain and get on his knees and beg her forgiveness for his coldness the other night. He tried to read her face to see what she was thinking. He walked closer to her.
When he reached her, she just stood looking at him, so he knew he
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