Familiar Strangers

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Familiar Strangers 

A story by Suzanne Helen James

“Miss Viola!” the butler knocked and called out, waiting for the young girl. Faint footsteps were heard as a pair of bunny-clad slippers clicked towards him. The door opened and a dark-skinned, brown-eyed girl appeared. She was draped in blue robes and had tousled, long jet black hair falling over a part of her face. Viola rubbed her eyes as she looked at the manservant before her. “What is it, Stephen?” she muttered sleepily, leaning on the doorframe. Stephen responded by raising the lid of his silver plate and revealing a rather delicious looking breakfast. Warm, fluffy, square waffles sprinkled with traces of white sugar and doused with a pool of maple syrup. To the left of the waffles and syrup were neatly cut strawberries and kiwis in a bowl. The brown-eyed girl smiled and took the plate. “Thank you, Stephen. You may go.” With a wave of dismissal, the butler nodded and left his mistress to close the door.

Inhaling the scent of her breakfast, Viola licked her lips. Taking a glance towards her large Queen bed, the girl rolled her eyes as the sleeping lump underneath the covers moved. “Hey you,” she called out softly, “You can wake up now. Stephen hasn’t noticed a thing.” The lump reacted with a groan and moved again, leaving Viola to place her plate on the nearby table. Nearing the bed, the other girl gave a nudge to the lumpy blanket, but still no movement. Sighing, Viola tried again. “Hey…” she said again, “It would be best if you’d wake up now, seeing as if you didn’t, I’d have to kick you out of my house without breakfast.” This time, she had a more positive response with a short-haired blonde head rising from the white covers. Facing her side, the girl’s blue eyes peered back at those of her girlfriend’s with a smirk…

Wait, that’s not right.

These two girls aren’t “girlfriends” in the romantic sense.

They’re not girlfriends in the platonic sense either.

I know, it’s confusing.

Technically, if you’re not romantic girlfriends then you’re sexual partners.

Which they…aren't.

So then what are they?

Actually, they’re two girls who met at a club the night before and went to Viola’s house instead of Hailie’s because it was 30 minutes closer. Why their relationship is so casual I can't tell you yet, so let’s just recap to that and see why they shouldn’t be called one-night stands.

(The night before)

In the wee hours of the morning, despite the cold night air outside, the nightlife was still very much alive and peaking inside the club. The blaring electronic track was loud over the speakers, with the crowd bouncing and grinding on the dance floor. Multicolored lights swirled everywhere, highlighting various corners of the stage and floor. A remix of Fedde Le Grand’s “Electric Dreams” had everybody dancing, but some others were so enthusiastic and excited they were humping each other like hell. Among the center of these heated and horny bodies were Hailie and Viola, the two girls in question; just as drunk as everyone else and making out, with their arms locked around each other’s waist and bodies pressed heatedly. However, as fun as the light touches and body clinging was, the intoxicated pair was growing restless as fingers snaked under clothing and kisses became erratic and heated.

By the time the song was nearly done, the two girls were also close to the end…of the club’s doors, fumbling outside in-between their fervent kissing and groaning.

Hands roaming each other’s backs, the kissing girls stumbled from the club to an open field with a nearby forest. Hailie pushed Viola to a nearby tree and wedged her leg between her thighs. “F-flying fuck..!” the dark-skinned girl muttered, moving her hips back in response to the pressure added. Just as the two started to grind against each other again, a small breeze passed them and they froze, shivering.

Despite their strong inebriated state, it seemed that the two girls recovered enough to call a cab; but that sobriety was short-lived as soon as the car came, for the hungry pair crashed into the vehicle and resumed their make-out session.

The only reason they didn’t go all the way in the cab was because the driver had to honk them back to reality over three times. They were not going to make love in his vehicle at this time of morning.

 The other reason was because the girls decided to tease each other at least, to calm their lustful appetite; that resulted in the rather brief 30-minute car drive filled with groans, moans, and the occasional giggles and dirty talk that had the driver trying to keep his cool. By the time they arrived at Viola’s mansion, the girls were pressed on the left side of the car, playfully tugging each other back and forth, with their rocking movements knocking loudly against the car door.

After realizing they were at their destination, a heated yet mumbled squabble erupted between the two drunks over who would pay. After a sudden loud yell of exasperation, Viola won over Hailie by kissing her protests away and within minutes, was straddling and climbing her again. This made the annoyed driver honk his horn once more; this time, the long deafening sound not only scared the girls out of the car, but also made the local dogs howl as well.

Stunned at the actions of the cab driver, Hailie grinned and stuck a finger in her ear as the cab sped away, leaving her and Viola to another cold breeze.”Innit he a hoot”, the girl slurred quickly and giggled, looking half-lidded at Viola as she scoffed and grunted. “Fuckinfucker”, the other girl muttered, tugging Hailie to her side and dragging her to her house.

And finally, finally, FINALLY…after passing the small hill, the staircase, the backdoor, the hallway, the kitchen, the ground floor and another set of stairs that lead to the bedrooms, the twosome could finish what their bodies were craving for the minute they collided on the dance floor. Disposing of their top clothes as the bedroom door opened, Viola let out a satisfied groan as Hailie reached through the waistband of her pants.

Fuck yes, this’ll feel good in the morning.

***

As the early sun crept on the windows of Viola’s bedroom, the young woman groaned as the rays flickered over her eyelids, forcing her eyes to open. As she adjusted to her body position, Viola turned at the bare back next to her. Narrowing her eyes at the stranger’s back, the black girl sat up abruptly. Blinking once, then twice, Viola widened her eyes and put a hand over her mouth. Everything from the night before crashed back to her.

…The Club.

…The drinking dare from the zealous and drunken girlfriends.

Her.

Slowly, it was all coming back to her. She wasn’t just another girl on a night out on the town. Neither were her friends. She was Viola Miles, senior student in grade 12 at Hillton Prepatory school, queen of the Quill, the school newspaper, nominee for Favorite Drama Student actress of the Year, daughter of influential businesswoman Suzanne Charles…

But right now, Viola Miles wasn’t any one of those things. Rather, she was someone who had just done something very very wrong. Namely, bring a complete stranger into her mother’s home; and rather, not just any stranger…a female one at that. Twitching at the realization, Viola jumped as Hailie’s sleeping body stretched and turned towards her, bringing Viola’s wide eyes to gape even further as she had a full, clear view of the girl’s chest.

“…Fuuuuck,” Viola muttered as she pursued her lips and reflexively licked them.

Ok, so her breasts were nice. Fuck it, they were damn nice!

Startled by her perverted thoughts, Viola crossed her arms around her own chest and grimaced. What’s the fuss about a pair of blobs anyway?  Big deal, her cleavage was well-formed. So were hers. They were both B cups, big fucking whoop. Creasing her forehead as she narrowed her eyes again, Viola turned around to stick her tongue out at Hailie in defiance. Yet the visions kept haunting her as she glared at the blonde’s ample figure. Frowning, Viola continued to hold out her tongue, licking her dry lips every once in a while. Growling, she closed her mouth and frowned again, trying to glare daggers at the pair of breasts. Maybe then, she thought, she’ll feel my glare and cover those damn things…” Smacking her lips together again, Viola kept her intense stare and gave her upper lip a nice long lick with her moist pink tongue.

The same tongue which probably had licked those same breasts and tasted those small nipples.

“...Flying mother fucking…”A frustrated Viola muttered under her breath as she flopped back on the bed with a soft thump. Damn her for asking Mom to buy a soft, cushiony mattress for her 17th birthday last year. Releasing a long sigh, the long-haired girl took another look at Hailie, this time darting her chest and staring straight at her face. Proud of herself for resisting temptation, Viola focused on the facial features that she could see on the peachy skin. Slowly, Viola’s eyes trained themselves to trace the face before her, starting with the smooth forehead, lightly covered by blonde bangs surrounding her visage. Trailing her eyes downwards past the thin eyebrows, Viola noted how dark they were, a complete contrast to the blonde’s dirty blonde hair. Must’ve dyed it, Viola figured, shrugging. What are you doing? Just focus on her face! Ignoring the useless thoughts, the woman shook her head and stared again.

Her eyes returned to Hailie’s dark eyebrows and followed the trail down towards the other girl’s nose, which was adorned with a rather small yet noticeable nose ring. Though whether she noted this last night or not hadn’t been the first thing on her mind then. “Damn it!” Viola berated herself again, slapping her forehead. Another distraction was not fun…but at the same time, doing this whole introspection of a stranger whom she’d just fucked, or had been fucked by, was a complete and utter distraction in itself. It was taking her time from doing more…important things. Sure, it was really early in the morning, but usually that was good for her because she’d be able to take of said important things. They included extra-credit schoolwork, filling out those college applications due in a month, or perhaps looking over the audition role she was offered for Romeo & Juliet…

But at the same time, no one else was here to tell her about those other important things.

At least not right now.

Right now it was just Viola and this stranger, this rather beautiful stranger…

Who had a rather alluring mouth that the girl was just tempted to kiss…again.

After all, remember that it hadn’t been that long ago that they had kissed. In fact, it would be fair to taste those dark pink lips another time. Going with your indulgences isn’t bad, as long as they’re taken in moderation. Biting her lip and wetting it, Viola couldn’t help but smirk at the sleeping woman’s face. Who knew that she’d look so innocent when asleep, only to arise as a beast of the bed..?!

Goodness, what kind of terrible morning metaphor was that?

Rolling her eyes and growling at her weak mental vocabulary, Viola leaned down to press her lips on Hailie. Just as she was about to move away from the chaste kiss, a hand softly held her wrist down in place. As the blonde beauty awoke, she darted her tongue to Viola’s lips, asking for entrance. The young woman easily accepted her intrusion and rolled on top of her. It wasn’t long before their actions rapidly escalated and their bodies reacted in suit. In minutes, the once quiet room became suddenly a bit noisier. Muffled moans and grunts echoed softly in the room, along with light bed creaks. Though the Queen bed set was in perfect condition (again just a year old), a few hours with two energetic girls could best even the newest of bedposts. Or at the least break it in.

If you were really patient, unwillingly attentive or had spectacular hearing, you’d eventually hear gasps and long faint sighs. Luckily for our frivolous pair, their lovely sounds hadn’t been heard by anyone and they were free to continue their intimate exercises until one, or both of them exhaled their last begging breath for release.

When they did at last finish said strenuous love-making for what was their umpteenth time, Hailie grunted as Viola collapsed on her, her pants making small breaths on her heaving chest. As the two girls slowly regained breathing ability, Hailie’s hand crept up to encircle Viola's backside with her arm.  Too tired to reject the affectionate embrace, the beaten girl conceded and closed her eyes, deciding to lie with this beautiful stranger for the time being.

After all, this was only an indulgence.

It’s not like it meant anything.

As her hazel eyed fluttered closed, Viola’s last conscious thoughts slowly returned to reality. Yes, she’ll have to kick this girl out somehow. She’s not part of her world and Viola’s probably not part of hers.

They don’t truly belong together outside of this moment. They don’t exist in the real world.

And not to mention, she’s not very much for the same-sex relationships, even if it’s purely sexual. She’s rarely for romance or intimacy of any kind in general, because she’s always felt it unnecessary. Platonic relationships had worked best for her because at least with friends, once you’ve built your relationships, few things will actually break those powerful, long-lasting bonds. When it came to crushes or infatuations for either gender, she’s had her share, but has supressed and ignored them altogether.

She doesn’t think them necessary.

Besides, there’s rarely a chance she would actually see this beautiful stranger again, so no need for names or attachments. The physical actions would be enough. They would be forever imprinted in each other’s bodies and memorized, only to be replaced by future lovers. But they themselves wouldn’t count.

Therefore there’s no need for them to see each other again.