by Angela Peach
When he’d finished, I went to the kitchen for a glass of water and saw my phone on the side next to my bag. There was a message on it from Spencer.
HAD A GREAT DAY! LET ME KNOW WHEN U WANNA MEET UP AGAIN. X
I sent back;
HOW ABOUT LUNCH 2MROW? X
Not expecting a reply straight away I took my water into the bedroom, ready for sleep now, but the phone buzzed when I put it on the bedside table.
“Who’s that?” Nick asked, frowning at the time.
“Spencer. I’m meeting her for lunch tomorrow” I said as I opened her text.
LUNCH SOUNDS GREAT! LOOKING FORWARD 2 IT ALREADY! SHALL I COOK? X
“Again?”
“Yes, again. Why? Do you have a problem with me having lunch with my friends now?”
“Um, no. It’s just…” he paused, looking sheepish. “I might have told your mum you were off work this week…and she might have told me to tell you she was cooking lunch for you…tomorrow.”
I groaned. That was the last thing I needed-lunch with my mum? Luckily for Nick I was too drunk and tired to get annoyed with him for letting her arrange it without my say so. I texted back.
SHIT! RAINCHECK ON THAT LUNCH DATE? GOTTA GO TO MY MUMS. I’LL CALL U IN THE MORNING? X
A minute later, it buzzed again.
OK. SWEET DREAMS BABE! X
I read the text a couple of times. Sweet dreams? All of a sudden, I was anxious to get to sleep. Maybe if I got it out of my system with her in my dreams, I’d be able to prevent making a fool out of myself by trying to touch or kiss her while I was awake.
At least that’s what I told myself as I closed my eyes.
CHAPTER 7
I woke up at ten, my mouth dry as a bone and gasping for fluid of any kind. I made a conscious decision to never drink all day in the sun again. As I eased myself out of bed, I had a vague recollection of my dream. Of my lips running all over Spencer’s glistening, naked body while she writhed and screamed beneath me in agonising pleasure.
Holy shit, I’m totally obsessed with her!
I guzzled a pint and a half of water straight down before I saw the note on the fridge door.
T,
Dont 4get yrmums 4 lunch!
N
xxx
“Thanks Nick” I mumbled grouchily. Seeing mum on a good day was challenging enough, but with a killer hangover? On the plus side, there was a package on the table which contained my replacement mobile phone. I plugged it in to charge, relieved.
I took a shower, then called Spencer to say that today was so far blur free, and also to explain why I’d cancelled on her. She understood, but it sounded like she was sad about not seeing me. I said I’d call her later then left for mum’s. On the drive over, I felt my spirits lift as some tunes I liked came on the radio, and I wound the window down as I sang to them, really enjoying the hot weather.
Inside my head I was already starting to question the changes that had happened to me in the week. Maybe I should accept it was highly possible that I was just confused? And the new car was a definite upgrade, so it wasn’t all bad, was it?
I pulled up outside mum and dad’s deep in thought about it all, then sat and stared up at the house I’d grown up in. After the accident, I’d returned here to convalesce for about six weeks and while they’d loved taking care of me, I’d become stifled and desperate for my own space and independence back. Plus, my nightmares had been so fresh and terrifying back then, I’d hated waking them every night with my screams. It had been mum who’d convinced me to see a psychiatrist, and I’d only agreed to go to ease her mind.
I walked up to the front door and knocked. Mum never left it unlocked and I didn’t have a key anymore. When it opened, I started in surprise. It was Frances, mum and dad’s neighbour.
“Oh, hello Molly! I haven’t seen you for a while! How have you been?” she asked smiling at me.
“Hey Frannie. Is mu…”
Before I could finish the question, I caught sight of the wall behind her and fear rose inside me. It was not the right wallpaper. Aware she was watching me, I swallowed.
“Can you help me to mum’s please? I’ve, er, hurt my ankle.”
“Oh, you poor thing! Let me put my shoes on lovey, and I’ll help you across.”
While Fran swapped her slippers for shoes, I pulled out my mobile, texting Spencer;
MASSIVE BLUR! REALLY NEED U-IF I TEXT U MUM’S ADD, CAN U GET HERE ASAP PLEASE? X
Fran returned and helped me (as I faked a hobble) across the road. We went up the path of a house that, to the best of my knowledge, had belonged to a young couple with no children. Mum came hurrying out-she must have been watching.
“Oh Molly! What on earth have you done now?”
“Tweaked my ankle mum, that’s all” I said, genuine tears in my eyes.
“Well why didn’t you park outside here then? Tut! You always have to do things the hard way, don’t you? Thank you Frannie, I’ll take her from here.”
“Ok Hayley. Bye Molly, look after yourself now, won’t you?”
“Thanks Fran.”
Once inside, I tried not to look like I was seeing everything for the first time, but it was like someone had slammed me with a sledgehammer. There were even photos of me that I’d never seen before and couldn’t remember being taken.
“Mum, I’ve er, invited someone over for lunch. I thought you might want to meet her” I said, sitting on the sofa as gingerly as I would if I was at a stranger’s house. Numb, I took my phone from my pocket. There was a message waiting from her.
OH NO! I’LL GET A TAXI-WHAT’S THE ADD? DON’T WORRY BABE, I’M ON MY WAY! X
I texted back with the correct address and said I’d refund her taxi fare.
“Oh. Is it that girl?”
I turned to look at mum. Her tone implied she knew who I’d invited and was less than impressed.
“If you mean the girl who saved my life, then yes, it is that girl, and her name’s Spencer” I said, a little barbed and defensive.
“What sort of a name is Spencer?”
“The same sort of name as Tristen. Why are you being weird? Has Nick said something?”
“Oh, just that you’ve been spending a lot of time together and he’s barely seen you since. He’s a bit upset you took your holidays without telling him. You should show the poor lad a bit more consideration, Molly. He’s good to you, is Nick. He deserves to be treated better.”
I raised my eyebrows, but bit my lip. I was in no doubt that whatever Nick had actually said was similar to this, but was in no position to argue with her today. I watched as mum busied herself with getting our lunch ready, needing to smooth it over before Spencer walked in to an undeserved icy reception.
“Mum, she did save my life. And she’s so nice, I’ve just enjoyed spending time with her, that’s all. I only invited her over today because I thought you might want to meet her, not have a go at her.”
“Don’t be so melodramatic. Of course she’s more than welcome here! I was just saying, don’t neglect Nick, that’s all. I’m sure she’s lovely and I can’t wait to meet her. I hope she’s not expecting much, I’m only doing tuna salad sandwiches.”
I tried to let mum do most of the talking until Spencer arrived, being cautious not to say much in case I got a fact wrong.
Like where I grew up?
This was definitely more serious than the previous blurrings and I wondered if they were just going to continue getting worse until I ended up in a padded room.
When the doorbell finally rang, I leapt from my chair and ran to let Spencer in, completely forgetting about my ankle. Luckily, so had mum, who didn’t seem to notice I could now walk fine.
“Hey Tris! How are you?” she asked, giving me a big hug. I held on longer and harder than normal, feeling so much safer in her arms that I could have stayed in them all day given the chance.
“Better now. Thank you so much for coming” I breathed in deep, letting her musky perfume assaul
t my senses. When I heard mum clear her throat behind us, I reluctantly broke the embrace and actually took a good long look at Spencer. “Wow! You look amazing! Is your hair different?” I asked, mainly because although it was true, it gave me an excuse to scrutinise her closely. She was dressed in skin tight dark blue jeans and a loose grey vest that hung low enough to show off her large breasts and perfect tan. Her dark hair was different, hanging down past her shoulders in tantalising curls that I’d never seen on her before. I’d never seen her look so beautiful!
No, I’ve never seen anyone look so beautiful!
She blushed under my unashamed scrutiny and shyly tucked a curl behind her ear.
“I just thought I’d wear it down for a change” she said with a nervous smile. Mesmerised, I watched as her tongue flicked across her lips, then realised she was watching me, and that mum was watching us both. Shaking myself down, I turned around and did my best to introduce them as normally as I was able.
Mum seemed to be on her best behaviour, gushing at Spencer with an easy sincerity about saving my life, and I was happy to let them do most of the talking while we all ate.
After a good hour of catching up, I told mum we were going to my old room for a bit and this time I remembered to lean on Spencer as we went hunting for it.
Once inside, I fell on the bed, hot tears coursing down my cheeks, and when Spencer lay next to me, I buried myself in her. She held me, stroking my blonde hair out of my face while I cried, and I think a part of me realised right then that I would only ever feel safe when she was near me.
“What’s wrong with me Spence? Am I actually insane?” I asked softly, my voice hoarse from crying. My head was on her chest and her legs were tangled with mine. It felt nice.
“Do you think you are? I mean, I thought only a sane person questioned their sanity or something like that?”
I thought about this.
“Even though crazy stuff is happening, I don’t feel crazy. Not yet, anyway.”
“Tell me more about life after the accident? Maybe we’re missing something?” she suggested, but her fingers were gently stroking the uber sensitive skin around my neck and my breath caught in my throat as every single hair on my body stood to attention. My neck was sensitive on a massive level and had its own special g-spot which, when touched correctly, could produce body shaking intense neck orgasms!
But I didn’t tell her to stop. I didn’t want her to stop! I tried to concentrate as she continued tracing her fingertips through my hair and down my neck, but my eyes were practically rolling with pleasure.
Oh, if only it were her lips…
“Ok, um, after the uh crash…” I swallowed, thinking hard. “…I guess it was like my luck changed. I…mm, I er always had sort of bad luck before, and unreliable friends…stuff like that. But then, everything started going my way. If I wanted something, I’d get it, one way or another, you know? Things just er…things just er…” I tried desperately to remember what I’d been about to say, but she was now gently massaging my scalp as well as stroking my neck and I probably couldn’t have told her my own name if she’d asked. I bit my bottom lip as my pulse raced toward critical levels.
“Things what? Do you mind me doing this?” she asked, halting her fingers in the middle of my hair.
“No! No, it’s fine! It’s really nice. Relaxing” I said, needing her to continue and feeling like an addict with a drug as I did. I held my breath, then shuddered with involuntary pleasure as she resumed.
“So carry on. What were you saying?”
“Mm, oh yeah. Well, things just sort of fell into my lap. I got the perfect job, despite not having any experience. I met the perfect friends, and then I started seeing Nick, and I’d liked him since we were at school together but he never even knew I existed. Plus, I got a huge insurance pay out from the accident of nearly fifteen thousand pounds.”
As I spoke, I was acutely aware of her breasts which were close enough for me to kiss, and I could smell that intoxicating perfume she wore on them. I turned my head in slightly, giving her more access to my neck and burying myself in her chest.
“So your luck did a complete u-turn?” she asked, her voice slightly husky. She massaged her fingers in my scalp softly before trickling them lightly down the back of my neck.
“Oh, god, yes!” I whispered.
“Apart from me. You wanted to find me, but couldn’t.”
“Yes!”
I arched my back slightly, lifting my legs up around hers more.
“Well, you’ve got me now.”
“Mm, good. That’s so good.”
“You know, the universe has a way of balancing things out. Maybe you had such a bad run of luck before, that after the crash you were well overdue for your share of good luck. Maybe this is what you deserve?” she whispered, as her fingertips danced back up into my hair. Nobody had ever got me this aroused before, and it was getting to a dangerous point now where I was giving serious thought to sitting up and kissing her.
We fell silent for a few minutes, and I knew I was going to do it. I had no control over myself. I was just going to angle my head up and put my lips against hers and taste that delicious tongue with my own.
Giddy with anticipation, I raised my hand, sliding it up over her stomach to her soft breast and squeezing it gently. Spencer gasped.
“Tristen?”
I ignored her. I moved the vest down enough for me to kiss her breast, flicking my tongue out and tasting her salty skin as I did so, and a rush of fire ran through me.
“Tristen, no! I don’t think…”
Halfway through her protest, two things happened. The first was that her words sunk in and I suddenly realised what I was doing. The second was that my mum knocked on the bedroom door.
I jumped from the bed, shocked and ashamed of what I’d intended to do.
What had I been about to do?
I stared wide eyed at Spencer as she quickly sat up, swinging her legs over the edge. Her face was flushed as red as mine felt.
“Molly, your father will be home in an hour. Will you be staying and having dinner? I know he’d love to see you” she called through the door.
“Spence? Please?” I whispered. She looked uncomfortable, but nodded. “Is there enough for Spencer too mum?”
“Yes, of course. I’m making a beef stew. It won’t be ready for a few hours though.”
“That’s ok. We’re coming out now anyway” I replied, wincing at my choice of words. I waited until I heard her footsteps recede before I turned back to the bed.
“I am so sorry…”
“Tristen…”
“No, please, let me apologise? I…I have a really, really sensitive neck. I know it’s not an excuse, but I sort of just lost control for a second, forgot where I was” I sat next to her on the bed, but kept a safe distance. “Look, I promise, I don’t fancy you, and I swear nothing like that will ever happen again. Please, can we pretend it never happened?” I pleaded. She wouldn’t meet my eyes, but stared instead at her hands in her lap, her face tight. I waited anxiously.
“Sure, it never happened” she said eventually, still not looking up.
“Thank you. I’m not a lesbian. I’m in love with Nick” I said, trying my best to reassure her and regain her trust. She raised her eyes to mine, and I saw how upset she was.
“It’s ok Tristen. Don’t worry about it. It’s forgotten” she said, sounding more certain this time. She stood up and wiped her palms on her jeans and I took the hint. We left my room in silence, but by the time we got to the kitchen, we’d both put on our best smiles for mum.
We avoided any eye or body contact for the remainder of the afternoon, joining mum on her patio to catch the sun before it disappeared behind her large conifers. When dad got home I was so relieved he was the same, I threw my arms around him! He was happy to meet Spencer, and conversation over dinner was free and easy so that by the time we left at half six, it felt like we’d almost returned to how we’d been.
> We drove a couple of miles in silence while I thought something over.
“Spence?”
“Mm?”
“Can I ask you something? This might sound weird, but…can I give you some money?” I said, laughing nervously.
“What?”
“Well, you’re not working at the moment, and you’re the only one who knows what’s going on. I think I’m going to need you around as much as possible, and I’m not short of money…”
“Tristen, I don’t need your money…” she started angrily.
“Wait, I don’t mean it like that. I just thought I could get your car fixed so that you could have transport again, and I can cover your phone costs and stuff” I said quickly, but by the way she looked at me, I knew something was wrong.
“I don’t have a car anymore. It got towed away by the police and scrapped when I couldn’t afford to collect it.”
I thought about this, then pulled up at the kerb and got out, walking round to the passenger door. She looked up at me, confused.
“This is your car now then! Get in the other side” I told her as I opened the door.
“No! Tris, I can’t! This is way too much!”
“Look, I might not even recognise it in the morning if things change again, and it means you can come over whenever you want. If you still want to spend time with me?” I added, wondering if the bedroom stunt had blown it. But a slow smile tugged at her lips.
“We-ell, if you insist? But just until we straighten things out, right?”
“Of course!”
“Ok then!” She got out and ran to the driver’s side gleefully, and when we were both buckled in she drove away from the kerb, grinning happily. “So, what now? Do you want me to just drop you off at home and come back in the morning?”
“Actually, I’m supposed to be going out with Ali and the others tonight. If you fancy coming, I’ll lend you some of my clothes and buy your drinks all night?” I offered, feeling a little desperate to stop her going home and leaving me, but unable to stop myself.
