Love And Other Nightmares, Part One (Adult Content)
Nov 23 '02 (Updated Oct 29 '03)
The Bottom Line Two women, one man, one apartment, nothing else. Think of it as a one-set play, written as a short story.
I've written this story at a much faster (about five weeks!) pace than all the others, so if you see something that seems off, please tell me! I'm not careful with my editing; I'm far too impatient! As you'll notice, the story has only three characters, and only one setting.. an apartment. Two of the characters are women, and I write about certain feelings and emotions that make me wonder if I'm really good at writing about female protaganists or not, but that's for you, the reader, to decide. As well, this story definitely reveals my habit for erotic situations.... this is the steamiest (yes, very!) I've ever published on Writer's Corner...... so you've been warned!!!!!!! Now I've just left myself open for about a million Not Helpfuls and even worse fates, with all that sleazy content, but that's the breaks!
“Ha! Listen to this, Anna!”
April let out her high-pitched, hyperactive laugh, directed to her roommate, who at this moment was above the kitchen sink, vigorously attempting to remove the grease from the frying pan, which had seen better days.
“What a people those Americans are!”, April continued, her eyes browsing the text inside her newspaper. “It says here, that apparently a bunch of fat people are suing a number of the fast food chains. They’re being blamed for making them fat!”
Anna dipped the frying pan into the sink water. “Oh my god!”, she smiled. “The CEO of McDonalds got his mimimum-wage drones to pin down the innocent masses and force them to be customers, huh?”
“Those customers were tortured! The teenage clerks were kicking genetically-modified chicken into their jaws!”, April mocked. “Why else would those poor fat people be fat! It was surely nothing that they did. Those Americans. Glad I’m not one of them.”
Anna ceased her kitchen-sink activity. “April -- there’s about ten fast food restaurants here in University Avenue alone. There could easily be a person around Charlottetown who would absolve himself from responsibility and sue our fast food joints!”
April looked up from her paper, at nothing in particular. “Impossible. But we’re Canadians! When we get fat, we don’t sue! We just file for unemployment insurance, and hope for the best.... or else we just waddle around behind a cash machine at the dollar store. I think we enjoy this particular affliction. Why, just last night, I had the triple Cheeseburger Combo from Wendy’s. It was delightful!”
Anna laughed at April’s rant. April tagged her roommate’s praise with a sweet and knowing grin.
“So you didn’t cook anything last night?”, Anna said, continuing her skirmish with the frying pan, water quietly overwhelming the cupboard. “Then who used this ... thing ... last night?”
April got up from her chair. “... that was from a few days ago, when we cooked the fish.”
“Yuck. So this was sitting collecting germs and other terrifying creatures for two days. Don’t we take care of ourselves at all?”
“Sure we do.....”, April said, opening the fridge. “We’re still here, aren’t we? We’re not sticking our heads in the compost bin looking for food.” She grabs a can of soda. “... we’re able to pay our rent. Nothing wrong with that.”
“Yea... but, we’re women. Shouldn’t we be a little neater than this?”
“Do you see newspapers on the chair, burger wrappers on the floor?”, April gestured to the space of her living room.
“Yea, that’s true....”, rinsing the pan, which was finally clean enough for reuse. “Men... they’re such slobs sometimes! I was at a friend’s house.. her boyfriend left his... boxers.. and socks.... on the floor in the bathroom. And of course I had to use the facilities. He doesn’t even live there, for God’s sake.”
“He obviously likes to think he does, though....”, April replied.
“Ah well... as long as they’re happy. As long as she can put up with her boyfriend, then everything is kosher.”
April squinted at her. “Kosher? Since when did you convert?”
The two laughed.
But almost as quickly, they fell silent for a few moments, as if unsure of their next verbal approach. April continued reading her paper, its sheets rattling as she flipped the pages quickly for anything worth knowing about. Anna let the dishes dry on the dishrack, while she removed the ketchup and salt from the table.
“I seem to be doing all the dishes and kitchen work tonight....”, Anna said, hinting about purposefully.
“Well, you promised.”, she grinned. “I cooked, you cleaned, and tomorrow, vice versa.”
“Yea, but...”, she grinned harshly. “......there’s two days worth of dishes here.”
“Yea, and you cleaned them so very well. The clarity of the reflection upon the plate is a wonder to behold. DVD’s will be obsolete within the year.”, she jibed.
Anna gave her a mocking glance of offensive. “Well, tomorrow night you’re going to try to better that technical achievement.”
“Sure, sure, don’t worry.”, a pretense of defensiveness.
“So how was work, April?” April worked at a petshop, very used to cleaning up after many animals, which was far less gruesome than anything Anna was complaining about in the kitchen sink.
“Ah, the same, rather boring really.”, April said. “It’s hard to pass the time when only the occassional customer walks in. The only real excitment is when I get to clean up the cages! How about you?” Anna worked at an inbound call center. She was a manager, responsible for interviewing potential hirings, dealing with clients, and occassionally even working the phones herself.
“Well, the same of course.”, Anna replied. “Nothing changes. People still have to call to complain about every little thing, and there still has to be somebody manning the phones... even of some of them aren’t as good as they ought to be.”
Neither job seemed to hold a lot of enriching promise.
“So..... doing anything tonight?”, Anna said, while putting the ketchup bottle back into the fridge.
“Well, Fred’s around tonight... so I’ll most likely be with him. Haven’t figured out what we’re going to do yet though.”
“Don’t eat at a fast-food restaurant, though, April. You already ate your fill just now. And if you eat more and balloon up, don’t come crawling to me for monetary assistance in your legal battle.”
“Ah, that’s okay! Fred can help me; that’s what boyfriend’s are for, aren’t they??”, April laughed, blushing.........
Blushing. She couldn’t help but to react in that fashion whenever Anna mentioned the idea of ballooning up. It sounded like a jab at her very existence; a chisel scraping away at her self-image, at her self-esteem.
April looked into the bathroom mirror, as she combed her long dark hair. The strands hung from her scalp, flooding over her shoulders, enveloping her round face.
She looked at her face. She was already ballooning up, she would say. She already had the look of someone who did not match up to the images of the women in the videos, the women in the magazines, or even the women in real life, who were wandering around the streets of Charlottetown, who conspired together at the nightclubs, with their hip-hugging jeans, and tight-fitting shirts, invariably exposing navels and backbones and a sizable portion of their waists, just enough to suggest an easy flaunting of their riches.
April didn’t have that body. The cheeks were soft, round -- when she smiled, the corners of her mouth heavily marked out the cheekbones. People said that she had a pleasant smile. But was that because of or despite her face?
She removed her shirt and her pants that she wore from work. Standing in only her undergarments, she could find all sorts of flaws upon herself. She felt the softness of her stomach. It wasn’t flat and rock-hard -- it was soft and plump. When she sat down in a particularly bad posture, she could feel the flesh bulging on the bottom of her stomach. Her equally chubby arms, not muscle-bound, whatsoever, but just thick. Her breasts, large and heavy, not as perky or firm as she thought those Myron’s chicks were. She felt fat.
She put on her lipstick. She wanted to make herself attractive to the outside world. She knew, logically, that she wasn’t horrible... she wasn’t obese, or corpulent. Objectively, she knew that the worse thing she could be accused of was having a full figure. But it was easy to fall into the stereotype, of being the self-conscious, body-obsessed woman ... since such stereotypes are prevalent in the world. She could say to herself that she could lose a few pounds here and there.. on her legs, arms, hips, stomach ........ it wasn’t an obsessive thought, though. Well, expect during her private moments, when her mind had more opportunity and time to meander into chaos.
She buttoned her jeans. She had imagined what it would feel like to be able to buy a smaller size. The size she had on was already quite snug, however, and that was enough comfort for her. She put on her dress shirt, which showed off a bit of cleavage. Once, she would have wondered whether she had the appearance to carry off such an ensemble, but now she was sufficiently used to the idea of looking charmingly presentable, as opposed to merely just making an appearance.
Finally, she washed her hands. As she turned to wipe her damp palms upon the hand towel, she noticed an undergarment hanging over the towel rack. The undergarment was one of Anna’s bras......
Hmmmm, didn’t me and Anna talk about something like this tonight? she thought. Somebody obviously misplaced their feminine neatness on the way to the toilet. She smiled, as she put the undergarment into the dirty laundry basket...........
After midnight. April and Fred quietly entered the apartment. All the lights in the living area were out; Anna must have went to bed. Her shoes were beside the doorway, April noticed -- so unless she found herself sleepwalking, in bare feet, in -4 degree temperatures, Anna was home, and in bed.
“Don’t.. shut the door too loudly.”, April whispered. “Anna has to work early in the morning... I doubt that she’d like to be interrupted by our late arrival. She gets disturbed enough when people show up late at her work.”
He slowly swung the door, until a quiet click of the latch was heard.
“Umm, is it okay to....”, he began to ask.
“Yes, yes, don’t worry.”, she answered, warmly. “As long as we’re quiet, it’s okay....”, fumbling for his arm in the black.
“Are you going to turn on any lights? I can’t see anything....”, he said.
“Ah, I guess I could risk it.... as long as her door’s closed....” She paced over to the other wall, and flicked the light switch. The living room was illuminated.
“I’m still a bit amazed that you liked that movie we watched tonight......”
“Hey, it was no problem... it was pretty good, actually......”
April noticed that the kitchen table was in a mess.
Anna had eaten out again, apparently. Obviously, supper at six wasn’t enough for her, and so she picked up something at ten.
The burger carton was left open, shreds of lettuce in the beginning stages of staleness and rot. The plastic cup which held the soda still rested beside the carton. Even the bag which contained the entire meal remained, tipped on its side.
“Maybe you can help me clean the kitchen tommorrow... since Anna was too lazy to do it.......”, April giggled.
Anna must have been in a wicked rush to get into bed.
April began to experience the touch of hands upon her shoulders, as if wanting to caress, to explore.
“...... forget about tommorrow.”, Fred murmured. “Anna will have all sorts of time then......”
April realized that she, too, was in a wicked rush...........
.............. he hid his face in between her breasts. His tongue weaved along the crevice of her bosom, as the woman held his head, dragging her fingertips through strands of hair.
“....... your breasts are wonderful....”, he whispered, half to himself. He was so focussed on the intimate realities of her body, that the sounds of his words against his eardrums were proof that this wasn’t a dream.
Her breasts were soft against his hands. His palms slithered across the sides of each one. He gently squeezed them, absorbing their terrain. He loved this body. He loved to experience this body of this person that he tried to know so well.
Her breasts were large. Not abnormal, but filling, ample -- she appeared so woman to his eyes, to his senses. He had bought the notion of the female as soft, full-figured, sensual -- and now he had a genuine model, that fit his ideal..........
........... she lifted her breast with her hand, offering it to her lover. For this moment, she had no worries. She could have had given everything away if it was possible -- but at this time, she was content to allow him to take what he wanted.
Her eyes, drugged from the sensuality which overtook her, watched him, as he tasted her nipple, snaking his tongue along the edge. She could see it, feel it, becoming harder, erect. She felt herself expanding further, to the point where she could burst. She could imagine a shower of passionate milk spilling across her body, for her lover to taste. She could imagine him drinking the passion that she was unable, or unwilling, to contain within herself.
That image aroused her just as greatly as the genuine reality she was witness to. Her own thoughts loosened her body. She switched off the safeguards, and permitted herself to become wonderfully vulnerable to the sensual moment.
This body of hers was full-figured, she knew. Nevertheless, her lover didn’t seem to be bothered by the fact that he wasn’t making love to a rail-thin model, as he continued to mold her soft flesh upon his sculpting hands.
She felt everything that he was saying to her. She felt the hands across her stomach. She shook from the chill of his touch on her thighs and her legs. He then began to massage her sex. What he was telling her was that only one thing worried him -- whether his touch was sensible enough for her body.
It was.
The stress on her joints, on her legs, lessened. She let herself go, in order to be awash with the primal instinct. No thoughts that were rational, inhibited, were permitted.
He continued to arouse her, through touch, through gentle beckoning.
She felt his fingers inflame her, tickling her, from within. Mindlessly, she began to slowly rock on her hips, moving in rhythm to her lover’s touch. It felt quite intriguing; she thought herself lucky to be in this situation.
Her eyes were closed. She grit her teeth in erotic tension. She breathed through her mouth, the sounds brittle as they past through the cracks between her teeth.
“........ mmmmmmm........”, she sighed quietly. “I love that .... don’t stop what you’re doing......”
She didn’t need to watch. Her entire psyche focused on touch, on the body. She felt herself falling, falling, into the abyss of sensual chaos. It was dark, and unknown... but she didn’t want to be rescued.
She felt warm breath upon her face, and opened her eyes to see her lover.
“You’re so beautiful....”, he said to her.
“So are you ....”, she said, smiling.
He slid his hands underneath her, caressing her back. She slowly moved her own hands along his back. Gently, he went inside her. She and her body invited him in, and he agreed...........
They gripped each other tightly as they made love Her arms spread across his back. Her legs locked over his lower back and his waist, giving him more opportunity to embrace her. He pressed his body against hers, as if wanting to experience his entire being within her. It was not so much a literal wish -- it was an emotional feeling, an empathetic one. He wanted to be a part of her -- to transcend his physical state, and rest within her comforting presence.
She bit her lip, wanting to make a sound, but not wanting to embarrass her sleeping roommate in the next room. Her heart pounded throughout her body.
He felt himself about to climax. He endlessly peered into his partner's face. Her own joy would make this moment far more worthy.
“Oh, God...”, she rasped. “I... I want to scream!”
She tilted her head back, feeling her back arch. Her mouth fell open, as if to burst out in a sort of verbal distress.
He gripped her shoulders, as his body drained, as he felt the ravenous power of his lover’s sex drinking in his own orgasm. He felt taken away from himself, but that was desirable, when it involved this woman in his life. Her throat shoved out staccato moans as she orgasmed. She was unable to stop herself.....she was no longer in control of herself. She, too, was taken away from herself, and her mind was wiped clean, for a short time, of any worries, any self-consciousness.
The two lovers remained together, allowing the sensual fog to quietly lift from their eyes. They softly kissed each others lips, before remaining still, enjoying the silent embrace.........
......... momentarily, April began to laugh, the laugh of slight embarrassment.
“Oh...oh my God!”, she giggled, before taking a deep breath. “Was I loud?”
“You sounded fine to me....”, he replied, uncritically.
“Sure!”, before giggling anxiously. “But to outside observers, I probably sounded pretty ridiculous. “
“Yea,”, Fred joked. “Anna’s going to have nightmares about her roommate’s disgusting private life!”
April blushed. “Oh my; I hope she won’t say anything.......”
“She’d be too jealous to say anything, I think!”, he laughed. “She’ll be fuming! hahaha!!”
“Oh she has a boyfriend of her own.. I don’t think she’s that envious....”
Fred gently broke their embrace, and rolled over onto his back. April remained on her back, and experienced the physical shock of feeling the air attacking her body. The furnace was turned off, being so late in the evening, and the room temperature was much cooler, being so close to the winter season outdoors......
April rolled on to her side, facing Fred. Her body felt so vulnerable. She instinctively hugged her body, covering her breasts, as she snaked closer to him, and further away from the chill of the nighttime air.
“It’s a slight bit arctic around here, don’t you think?”, she whispered. “Wasn’t it just a month or so ago.. when the air was torturously humid?”
“It’s the fall now....”, Fred said. “Where have you been in the past month... holed up in a tanning bed?”
“Ha!! Well, it’s funny because... I’m not exactly thin as a rail here.”, she laughed self-consciously. “I ought to have enough body fat to protect me... but it failed. I’m still cold.”
“I don’t think it has anything to do with that. “, he said, placing his hand on April’s waist. “I’d feel guilty if I accidentally snapped any of your bones while in the throes of passion!”, he laughed sinfully.
April still had her arms crossed, a flimsy protective shield for the rest of her body.
“Ah, I’d probably crush you in the throes of passion, not the other way around .. your muscles must ache in any case.”
“You’re a beautiful woman, April.”, he commented.
“Yea..”, April giggled, treating his comment as if it were an utter non-sequiter, “whatever.” She knew she must have had some merits for her to be loved by him. But old habits, even of the intellectual sort, were difficult to phase out. No scientist had yet developed a patch for cancerous self-criticism. And willpower was far too easy to overcome.
“Seriously.....you don’t know how sexy you are?”, he laughed, touching her arm. Quietly, he freed her arms from their defensive pose. She offered no conflict as he unfolded her limbs.
“You’re a naughty boy!”, she smiled, her eyes squinting.
Fred surveyed the figure of the woman beside him. “Only a fool wouldn’t go for what you’ve got. You have such a figure....”, gesturing aimlessly, hoping to transcend his simple words.
April giggled. “Oh my god!!”
“Your hips are round. Big arms. Big legs. But it’s just right. You’re the perfect woman.”
April’s eyes were amused. She couldn’t hold back her laughter. “You must have received a diploma in BS, didn’t you?”
Concern melted over his face. “Wow, you’re awfully grim, aren’t you?”
“I’m sorry, some of us women fall into this snare.”, April began, forcefully. “I don’t expect you to understand this. If we choose to, we can succumb to a lot of pressure. There’s so many... things... out there that a lot of women just can’t take. Look at all the supermodels -- there’s no fat on them at all! “ Her verbosity fell into a more sermonizing tone. “Look at all the magazines, the music videos... the women let everything hang out!! It’s all about the body, baby! I... I’m not saying that I’m so far down that I’ll do anything to be like these women. I’m not that crazy. But it’s hard to avoid this issue, no matter who you are.”
“Ah, you’re not going to be like those women in the movie are you??”, Fred asked, sardonically
“I didn’t say that....”, she muttered.
“Well, a few of them seemed so obsessed with their bodies. Like the one who played the actress. So worried about her flabby arms. Why? I mean, I thought she was too skinny not too fat. So I don’t know what she was so worried about.”
“Well, she’s an actress. They have to worry about that. If they want to have a high profile career.”
“Or... even that woman who played the mother to all the sisters... she wanted lyposuction. She’s was an older woman sure... but I don’t think she would have been all that bad! She could have been worse... she could have been enormous!”
April looked at him, wondering where his sympathies originated from. “So.. you go for the chubby chicks, is that it?”, she asks slyly.
“Well, there’s a big difference between fat.. and what you’ve got! I mean... you’ve got it all!”, he said, trying very well to massage her ego. “I mean.. you don’t have to be thin. I.. I don’t know why I keep hearing that stuff all the time.....”
She murmured a slight giggle, before writhing closer to him, until her skin touched his.
“Well, look at you...”, she grinned sarcastically, rubbing up against him. “You’re just the opposite of me. I’ve noticed you, out of the bedroom.... and even here with you right now. There’s nothing there, Fred. You’re not exactly a hunk, you know.”
Fred frowned in curiosity.
She runs her hand along his chest. “Hmmm...... I can feel your ribs, for God’s sake. Do you even eat? I mean, you’re just so scrawny! You must starve yourself... I couldn’t imagine you becoming an exotic dancer or anything like that. Or certainly not a professional wrestler. Or even a hunky Hollywood actor. A lot of them have a lot of build, you know. These are famous people, you know.. the whole world loves them!!”
Fred laughed cautiously. He didn’t know what to say.
“There’s none of those bulky abs or chest muscles. And your arms....”, sliding her hand along one of them. “... are like twigs. I can see that you’ve worked out at most twice in the last twenty-six years. But then I suppose I can understand why you wouldn’t work out. I mean, a gym is a public place.... you’d probably feel pretty embarrassed walking in to a room with your weaknesses exposed, and your body not up to snuff. With all eyes on you... judging you. “
“Ahhh... what’s with you....”
“You ought to feel very privileged that I’d go out with you. Very privileged. I mean, most people just go out with the person with the best rear end, the best chest, the most handsome face.. no matter what they tell you in public, it’s all rubbish. Most people would just look over your shoulder, if they even noticed your rawboned frame. And you’re probably not the most confident person in the world either, huh? Woosh, all those eyes will look away from you at an even faster rate...... what a vicious cycle........”
“Geez, what’s gotten into you!”, Fred said, grinning worrisomely, playing with April’s hair.
April’s voice changed to a much more sorrowful tone. “Why don’t we just go to sleep? I don’t want to talk about this nonsense, okay.......”
“Okay... “
“’Night....”
“’Night......”
She rested her head upon the mattress, her face lightly touching Fred’s shoulder, her eyes watery from her possibly sorry attempt at cutting satire.
Part 2
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