A brave new world (i.e. My first attempt at this)
Okay I'm just gonna post this now before I think about it too much and decide not to.
Opinions welcomed. Really, does it suck? Not so much? Honesty (polite) very much appreciated.
Here's what's through the cut:
Title: Curtains
Synopsis: It's the Spring cast party. Everyone's sure Kristin is done with boys, except her. She wants to take her relationship with Sophie to another level, but Soph wants her to be sure that's what she REALLY wants (and needs?).
PG-13-ish, for swearing/eff-wordage; implied sexuality (Msolo and FF); explicit MF snogging; manipulation, anger, love, romance.
I'm gonna try this cut thing:
Curtains
Ch. 1: Best. Cast. Party. Ever.
“Sophie, I don’t know what you mean, what you’re asking me!” Kris was clearly upset, her fair complexion
reddening. Standing at the side of the bed, she looked down at the Mediterranean goddess who knelt on the bed in front of her.
Sophie tried to make her point again. “Baby, Kris, listen, you know how I feel about you; I love you sooo much, nothing can change that. But…” She reached out and took Kris’ hand in her own. She went on, “I’m just worried, that you’re not ready. And I would just freaking DIE if this somehow went bad…Or…I don’t know. I just want you to be one hundred percent SURE, for yourself, okay?”
Kris had been considering all of these feelings, for months -- years, even -- since she had first begun to question herself about why her relationships with guys always went so badly.
“Soph, I think that I’m sure, I mean…I totally feel the same way, I’m so in love with you, and I’m ready, hun, I want you, at least…ninety-nine percent? Isn’t that enough?”
“I think a hundred percent would be better.” Her consonants were becoming sharper; more staccato, as her native Italian accent started to creep into her pleas. This certainly wasn’t doing anything to deter Kris from her plan; she was in love with Sophie, and wanted her in every way possible. And when Sophie’s English started to go…WELL. Yum, yum and YUM, yes, ma’am.
So it had all led to this. Everything had been worked out perfectly, their last performance of the spring play was done; they could share this night together, sharing each other, more so than they had ever before, the cast party providing a convenient cover story. They weren’t perfectly alone, as the rest of the cast and other members of the Drama club were downstairs, no doubt heating up as well, if the increasing volume of the nonstop dance track was any indication. It was now practically rattling the windows. “But that’s good…” thought Kris. She had no intention of holding back. “Yup, loud is definitely good” Yes, indeed, the Drama club KNEW how to throw a par-tay
Seemingly at a difficult crossroad of her deepening relationship with Sophie, the seeds of an idea were taking root in Kris’ mind. She thought for a minute, and a smile crept across her face.
Sophie noticed her grin, “Ohhhh, no, what are you up to, girl? I know that look, and it’s trouble with a capital KRIS.” Sophie never tired of that joke, even if she didn’t totally understand the irony.
“Oh, nothing, I just…” She considered her words carefully. “I think I know what to do.”
Without another word, she grabbed her pink sweater, wrapped it around her shoulders, and flounced over to the door. “I…” she paused for proper dramatic effect, “will be right…back.” With that she swept out of the bedroom, and pattered down the stairs.
She chatted for a minute with several of her friends, barely able to hear any conversation above the thumping dance groove. She cast her gaze around, first the living room; all couples, either talking, making out, or dancing, or some combination of all three. She walked through the kitchen, into the dining room, passing a very much intertwined couple who were most definitely NOT dining. “Well, I bet they will be!” Kris thought to her self, grinning at her naughty joke. She walked down the hall toward the other bedrooms, but saw what she was looking for as she walked by the open door to the den: Three guys, all friends of hers, all huddled together (and all pretty good looking), with no other girls present. She was more than happy to interrupt what was no doubt a “how the hell are we gonna get laid tonight?” planning session. She bounced into the room with a cheery, if somewhat awkward, “Hey!”
“Hey, Kris,” they all more-or-less mumbled. Their brows all narrowed at the unexpected appearance of a reasonably hot, curvy blond. Things seemed to be going their way.
She eyed each of the guys, quickly assessing who SHOULD be the most attractive to her. Joel? Eh, kind of annoying, and fair like her, nah, she liked some contrast in her lovers. And not Eli, he was attractive enough, but had a reputation as a bad kisser. That left Andy. Andy would be good. Maybe more than good. It occurred to her that he was essentially a male version of the girlfriend she had left upstairs; olive skin, dark hair, moody. “Mhmmm, delish,” as Rachel Ray would put it.
Kris scanned the hall quickly, then pushed the door almost closed. No need to draw too much attention. She crossed the room -- six male eyeballs shamelessly deadlocked on various features of her figure -- and went to sit on the couch next to Andy. He scooched over a little as she sat down.
“Andy,” she stated flatly.
“Kris.”
“You and Meghan broke up, right?” It was more of a statement than a question, and she patted his leg as if to confirm her point.
“Yeeeaaaahhhhh, why?” he replied, mildly concerned what Kris might say or ask next. It sure seemed like she was going to ask him out, but that would be weird, given what was circulating through the rumor mill. The story percolating through the student body was that Kristin Shaughnessey had given up on dating boys. Ever the rebel, she was about to throw a whole sack of wrenches into the old rumor machine tonight.
“Well, you’re a great guy, and I wouldn’t want to get you in trouble with anyone,” she said, and in one fluid motion swung herself around and up onto Andy’s lap; They were now literally face-to-face, Kris’ nose no more than an inch from that of her stunned subject. Her plan was up and running, and about to give the lunchroom gossip girls something to crow about for weeks.
“What the hell…” Andy started to protest, but Kris cut him off, placing a finger to his lips. “Shhhh, don’t interrupt,” she said, adding in a mock professorial tone, “This is for Science!” And as the other two guys in the room watched in amazement, Kris planted her lips against Andy’s and began a full-on, four-alarm snogging/groping session, complete with lip-mashing, tongue wrestling, and not a little bit of hip grinding. She let herself sink down onto his lap, all of her weight now bearing down right through the womanly delights hidden in her jeans, directly onto his surprised, but happy, crotch. Andy’s nervous system was momentarily out of action, his arms just flapping in mid-air as the girl seemed to be intent on devouring him, starting with his face. He recovered quickly enough, though, and fell into the familiar routine of the all-American make-out scene. He didn’t know where this had come from, but he knew immediately where he wanted it to go. He was going to take the reins and lead this wild filly to the finish line, having been ridden by the champ. Or so he thought.
Just as abruptly as she had attacked him, Kris broke their embrace. She put her hands on Andy’s shoulders, gently shaking her head back and forth. He assumed she was taking a break to catch her breath, or maybe to change positions; possibly, even, to start shedding her clothes? His mind raced with the possibilities, and he gently tried to tug her back into him, missing the delightful pressure of her chest against his. She resisted, though, much to his surprise and consternation.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, a hint of annoyance in his voice.
“Nothing really. I just needed to check something; and I was right.” She started to climb off of her test subject, who was suffering an unfortunate jumble of hormone-driven emotions. She began straightening her clothes, tucking her tee shirt back into her jeans, and seemed suddenly, oddly cold and distant. To Andy, she seemed like she had shut down the jets AND closed the airport. He had a brief moment of hope when Kris unfastened her belt and the top button of her jeans. It was dashed just as quickly, though: She was just getting her outfit back together.
The lack of any sound from the people in the room was offset by the continuous musical thumping from the computer and speakers in the living room, Andy wasn’t entirely sure whether it was the jams or his own heartbeat throbbing in his ears. He grabbed her arm as she stood in front of him, fumbling for words. “What the fuck? I mean, sorry, but what the hell?” He looked around her to the other two in the room. “If you guys are fucking punking me, I’m gonna whip somebody’s ass!” He gathered himself and stood up, looking to Kris, Joel and Eli in turn, trying to understand why his night had gone so weird. Kris wrenched her arm from his grip; to his credit he let her go easily.
She hadn’t meant to get him so upset, so she tried to soothe him. This time it was she who grabbed his arm, and said, “Dude, Andy, I’m sorry, nobody’s fucking with your head, not like that. These guys had nothing to do with it.” Neither Joel nor Eli had any idea what to do or say, but each felt fractionally less terrified that Andy would be rearranging their faces. They stood mum for a second, then Joel spoke up, saying “Hey, maybe we’ll give you guys a minute, and I know I DEFinitely need a beer. Or three.”
“Yeah, no shit,” added Eli. They left and closed the door behind them. Kris and Andy heard a muffled shout of “DUDE, what was THAT?” from the hall.
She let go of his arm, and clasped her hands together in front of her chest, nervously wringing her fingers. “Okay, here’s the deal. I know you’ve heard things, talk, gossip, whatever, God only knows; It’s basically true, though, which I think you already knew. I don’t know how these things get out, I told, like, NOBODY, but…” She was rambling, but didn’t think she should stop. “Yeah,so I’ve been basically confused, kind of upset, really, I mean I’ve been dating guys for a couple of years, you know, and doing whatever, and I’m like, “I should be feeling something here.” But I didn’t. Like, ever.”
She paused for a second to think of a way to finish explaining without making Andy angry again. She continued, saying, “I just wanted to see, you know, if I just totally threw myself into it, with a hot guy…” She paused here, to let the compliment take full effect. It did, as Andy visibly relaxed, beginning to catch on. “I figured if a spark was gonna happen, that would have done it. Sorry if it got a little out of hand.”
“Jeezus, well, you sure got MY fire lit! I mean, what the…” He was still a little mystified by the events of the past ten minutes, and struggled to find something sensible to say. “So, wait…We just totally fucking made-out…shit, sorry, that’s rude.”
“S’okay,” she assured him.
“I mean, that was actually kinda hot, really.” He smiled a little, getting a sense of how strange this was. “So you got NOTHING out of that? Really??”
Kris cocked her head sheepishly to one side, a wry smile on her face. “Sorry, I mean, no offense, dude, it’s not you…It’s totally me, believe me. But, no. Nothing. No fireworks…no spark.” She shrugged her shoulders.
“Wow. That’s freakin’ intense. And, like, amazing…OW!.” He bent over a little, seeming to be in some discomfort. Kris had a brief, panicked thought that she had broken some piece of his gentleman’s equipment, somehow, and was momentarily horrified.
“Are you okay? What’s wrong?” She put her arm on his shoulder, and wondered to herself whether guys’ things could break, and how that would work, and how mind-bendingly awful THAT would be. She made a mental note to pursue that knowledge at another time.
Andy slowly straightened up, though clearly still not in perfect shape. “I’ll be fine. It just kinda hit me; I’m gonna have blueballs for a frickin’ week!” He looked at her, and they both started to giggle; She, in relief, now that his anger had abated; He, because he had just said “blueballs” to a girl, which he thought was just funny as hell.
Kris remembered from numerous late-night conversations in her past, what might help alleviate Andy’s discomfort. She then immediately wanted to be anywhere but in that room, in case he got the idea that he might convince her to help. She tried to work out a way to bring things to a satisfactory close for everyone. She also thought that the music that had been so loud all night to that point, had been turned way down. She was sure that Joel and Eli were already entertaining everybody with their tale of the latest episode of When Lesbians Attack! She wondered, too, how strange the story would become by Monday, by which time everyone in the school would have heard one version or another.
She started, slowly -- imperceptibly, she hoped -- to ease her way toward the door. “Heyyy, I, um, kinda need to get back…upstairs…so….” She wondered if she had the right strategy, adding, “Hey, do you want a beer or some…” Andy cut across her stammering escape attempt: “GO. Get outta here, I’ll be fine. Really.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, really.” He sat back down on the couch, and added, as a parting shot, “You know, you really ARE a freaking nutcase, do you know that?”
“Ummmm…yeah.” She opened the door and stepped into the hall, and was greeted by a combined, loud cheer from everyone gathered in the living room. “Oh, jesus,” she thought, as several people started toward her. She stopped them in their tracks, pointing at them and barking, “Back off!” and then “Don’t. Even…” as she stared them down. Then she turned and looked back into the den at Andy. She half-whispered, “Thank you!” and closed the door, not waiting for a response.
Having taken a couple of minutes to compose herself in the downstairs bathroom, Kris peered out to be sure she wouldn’t be cornered before she could reach the stairs. With the general excitement dying down, and the grinding beat of the dance track back at feel-it-in-your-chest level, she decided it was safe to try, and casually walked down the hall, not making eye contact with anyone. It worked, and she started up the stairs, a deep smile etched on her face as she thought about what delights the rest of the night might hold.
She opened the door to the bedroom, where Sophie was stretched out on the bed, her head propped up on her hand. She stepped inside, closed the door and leaned back against it, eyeing the sultry vixen on the large bed. Kris also noticed that there were more pillows than before. “Interesting…” she thought.
“Well, Miss Troublemaker, what was that all about?” Sophie’s lips were curled into a devilish grin; Kris was fairly certain that her girlfriend had already heard the story.
She didn’t feel like going into detail or delaying anything with a lengthy explanation, as she could already feel the heat that she hadn’t found with the boys, building into primal lust for her beautiful girlfriend. She stood up, locked the door with a satisfying *click,*, then turned back and walked slowly, seductively across the room. She made a show of pulling off her socks, then removed her belt and wriggled her way out of her jeans. Thus unencumbered, she climbed up on the bed, kneeling next to Sophie.
“Wellll, let’s just say that I got all my questions answered, so there is no doubt…at…all…” she tapped Sophie lightly on the nose, emphasizing each word. She shifted her bare legs down and stretched out next to Sophie, their lips now just inches apart. “I am totally…completely… and utterly yours…” She pressed her lips to her lovers’ softly, briefly, then added, her voice low, sultry:
“One. Hundred. Percent.”
The end…
Or just the beginning?