By Jessy:


Her lips tasted like strawberries and it took me off balance. She cupped my boobs and sexily made to release them from their cups, as she leaned closer, making a hickey on my neck.

“Want to know my name now?” She sucked my bottom lip and pulled away, making me shudder at the lost of contact.

I nodded breathlessly and she said, “I’m Lilian,” I felt her finger tips grace my lower lip, as she withdrew them and tasted them one by one.


She was just so beautiful, and I certainly couldn’t keep my paws off her. She had smooth, perfect skin; two gorgeous round eyes and the perfect shape I longed to have all to myself. Her breath was magnificent, and the way she let me into her, without any refusal, got me all wet underneath, making my juices flow even more.

I sucked on the upper side of her left breast, and made to suck on the second, as I slid my hand under her dress.

“I’m sorry. I-I can’t -” She pulled away from me, and my eyes widened.

“What’s wrong? You’ve never been fucked by a girl?”

She twisted her lips. “One… yes. And, also cause I’m totally not into you. Na-ah!” She wiggled her fingers as I gaped at her.

“You can’t be serious now…”

“I am!” She shot me an angry stare. “Look, Lilian or whatever you are, I know we had fun and all, but this… this just isn’t my thing.” She said, and walked out on me.

I stormed off angrily, bothering not to look for Karen, as I boarded a cab back to Marionette.

On reaching there, I realized Karen will be coming back anytime soon, and knowing she won’t waste time reigning her bitchy attitude on me for humiliating her girlfriend, I mean, seriously, what was I thinking letting her kiss me? Grr! I better go use a mouth wash! I groaned, stealing a glance at my watch.

I remembered Philip, and I wasted no time getting my phone out – brushing my pride aside as I gave his number a dial.

“Hello?” His weary voice came in.

“Phil… Phil, are you around?” I found myself asking, forgetting all about the disagreement we had.

“Trish?” His voice jerked to life. “Trish, what happened?” I could hear his panic-stricken voice.

“Did I wake you up? Where are you?” I asked simultaneously, looking around.

“Of course. Y-yes. Why? Is something wrong?” He asked, as I relaxed my voice.

“Nothing is. I just… I just want to see you right now.”

“Trish, it’s almost midnight. What’s going on?”

“Nothing. I just… um, wanna spend the night at your place.” I said and began explaining. “It’s hard to explain,but something came up, and, I… I don’t know… just please let me -” I stopped halfway, hoping he wouldn’t say no.

“Well, um… well, sure! You can home.” He agreed, and I felt a butterfly feeling in my tum.

“You’ almost here?”

I nodded and answered, “Yes… yes, just keep ten minutes. I’ll be there soon.” I ended the call swiftly and boarded a taxi to Maine lane.

We got there in not less than fifteen minutes, as I got out and paid the driver, not caring about the petty change.

I rushed to Philip’s door, giving a loud, but not so loud knock on it, as it came open. “Philip!” I spoke breathlessly, rushing into his arms. “Philip, I’m so sorry. I’m really sorry! I never should have yelled at you in that manner. I really shouldn’t have.” I went on, feeling really bad.

“Trish… Trish…”

“Oh, Phil. Please forgive me. Don’t stop being friends with me.” I continued, ignoring his call. “Please don’t stop. I don’t know what I’d do if I lose you,”

“Trish, stop,” His voice softened. “You know there’s no way I’d stop being friends with you. What will make me do that?”

“Really? You still want to be friends with me?”

“Of course. I’ll never leave your side,” He drew closer, wrapping his arms around me this time.

I was happy at least, and was really glad that I still had a chance of being with him.

It was just the two of us as his roommate wasn’t around – making it pretty uncomfortable for the both of us.

“Will you be okay there?”

I adjusted the pillow and turned to face him. “Yeah, why?”

“Don’t know exactly, but it looks like it’s about to rain,” He averted his gaze from me and fixed it on the window.

He laid back down, and with his hands placed behind his head, stared at the ceiling boards.

I could see his muscles from where I laid, and I swallowed and stared, not taking my eyes off.

“You’re not scared of thunder, are you?”

A blush coated my cheeks at the sound of his. “What if I was?”

His eyes glistened as he stole a glance. “You don’t look like someone who is.”

I smiled, burying my face in the fragrance-filled pillow, inhaling its scent like a child who still licks an ice cream off its cone.

I lifted my head up as lightning struck and thunder clapped, making me jump in fright.

“I thought you weren’t scared?”

“I wasn’t,” I pretended not to me scared and eyed him.

“Ah. I can come stay with you, if you want.” He offered with a grin, and I shook my head in refusal.

Not like I didn’t want it, I just didn’t want us to get into a fight again. Not after the one we’ve had. Part of me really wished for him to stay with me, but I just couldn’t let that part win, knowing I won’t be able to stop myself from kissing him.

I was still scared of the noise that was going on outside, and I so wished for it to stop. Ever since I was little, it’s always been that way. I’d always have my Mum sleep by my side, until the rain stopped. I couldn’t say why I feared the rain so much, but I just couldn’t let my fears to be known –

“Good night, Trish,”

“You’re sleeping already?”

“Yep. It’s few hours to morning and I’ve got loads of work to do.” He covered himself properly with the sheet.

“But I can’t sleep. Can you please keep me company? Just for a while -” I pouted and looked at him with kitty eyes.

“Awe. How can I refuse that?” He laughed softly. “Oh, by the way, what happened that you decided to spend the night here?”

“Hmm. You don’t like that I’m here?”

“No. You know that’s not what I mean,” He said, sitting up.

I thought of an answer to give, having had no plans of lying, and had no other option than to tell him everything, sparing the details of Lilian and me making out, out!

“So you’re saying you attended a sorority party?” His lips curved to the side, and I gave a nod, not uttering a word.

Gosh, what am I saying? What have I done? What is happening to me?

“Wow! Look at this. The rain’s stopped.” Phil announced. “Think you can sleep now?” He asked, giving me a concerned look.

“Mm-hmm” I managed to say and relaxed my head on my palm.

I bid him good night and turned off the lamp, hoping my conscience won’t stop me from having a good night sleep.


I couldn’t catch some sleep, not with Tricia sleeping next to me. I sat up slowly, looking to where she slept soundly and gave a smile at the pretty sight.

I got up to my feet and slipped on my footwear – making towards her, I drew closer, looking down at her, my hand placed lightly on her cheek as I caressed it, trying to be as quiet as possible.

I heard a soft moan being let out, and I withdrew my hand, hoping she hadn’t notice anything.

I waited for her to open her eyes as they remained shut, a sigh eluding my lips.

I went on my knees, not minding the cold floor as I took her hand in mine, caring less on how she’d react if her eyes flung open at that moment.

I kissed it lightly, throwing a glance at her as I breathed and thought; Oh, Tricia. Why are you making this so hard for me? I don’t know where to start; I don’t know what to do. It feels as though I’m living in a world where I am completely lost; a world where I can’t fully express myself. My grams is sick… I have no money. Everything about me is complicated, and is making me really crazy. I just can’t let you be a part of this life… a part of me. You deserve better. I’m sorry I can’t give you what you want. It hurts knowing there’s no way I’ll ever be a part of you. Even though I wish for that. I just hope you can understand why I am doing this. I love you very much…

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