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Part IV
RUN!
Denise was shocked to hear that her act of duty to the company had come
back to bite her in the rear. Thwarting the plans of what appeared to be
a bunch of half-arsed opportunist thieves, had turned into something much
more; much, much more and she really was starting to worry for her own
safety.
"What am I going to do?" she asked in a small voice, tears welling up in
her eyes as she looked at Stephanie.
"Is there somewhere you can go?"
"No. I don't think so. I don't have any family and the only people I
really know are those I work for or with. We get on alright at work, but
I don't think they're the sort of people I can impose on at a time like
this."
"What about going somewhere for a couple of days, a sort of impromptu
holiday or something?"
"You're suggesting I run?"
"It does have its merits." Denise couldn't stop the tears.
"I never wanted any of this," she cried and Stephanie could feel a lump
in her own throat. It wasn't what she wanted either.
"Look, I'd better go," said Stephanie, already feeling that she was in
deeper with Denise than she knew was good for her and she could feel
herself drawn closer because she actually wanted to be friends with her,
despite what she had to do.
"Do you have to go?"
What could she say? Denise looked so alone. Never mind looked, she was
alone. It was just a case of her being in the wrong place at the wrong
time. She didn't intend to get involved with the shenanigans at Fellows;
she was just unfortunate enough to have been there when it happened.
She didn't really know anything either, however, from what Stephanie
knew, she was probably closer to the truth than she knew. How could she
leave her alone?
How could she not?
She knew what she had to do; what was expected of her and she was already
putting herself in more danger by giving Denise the chance to run, but if
Stephanie couldn't find her, she couldn't go through with it could she?
"Don't go. It's a lot to ask I know, I mean you don't really know me and
I shouldn't be asking you; getting you involved more than you need to be,
but please, even if it's only until I get to sleep, I've got so much to
think about I just need you to be there."
Stephanie looked into Denise's eyes and couldn't refuse.
"Okay, but I will probably go as soon as you're asleep, then you're going
to have to get away. Promise me you'll do that?"
"I promise."
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Saturday morning dawned bright and cheerful and Denise awoke feeling cosy
and snug.
Even before she had opened her eyes, she knew Stephanie hadn't gone home
after all.
There was a weight on her chest that seemed to be pushing her boobs
aside, but it was so wonderfully warm and pleasant, that she didn't want
to do anything about it. It was a long time since she'd felt... No forget
that, it was a long time since she'd been that close to anyone and
alright, it was plain that Stephanie wasn't into her in that way, but it
didn't seem to stop her getting snugly with her.
She gently opened an eye and peered down to see the sleeping form of
Stephanie lying there between her breasts, eyes closed and arm draped
over her stomach. In fact, it seemed that Stephanie was pressed against
her the whole way down her body and she could feel the crotch of her
panties pressing against her thigh.
"God, what a turn-on," she thought.
Denise just lay there soaking up the feeling, the closeness; the
subconscious hug. Okay, so Stephanie probably wasn't aware that she was
snuggled up against her, but it didn't matter. Everyone needs a hug from
time to time and whether it was designed specifically for her or not,
this was Denise's and she was making the most of it.
She could feel the pressure in her bladder building up and knew that
sooner rather than later, she would need to go and relieve herself, but
she was going to stave it off for as long as possible to get the full
effect of this snuggle.
Ten minutes or so later, Stephanie started to stir.
She let out a quiet little groan and adjusted her head a little, but
didn't take it away. The feeling of wanting to pee was starting to get
overtaken by the feeling that maybe Stephanie was that way inclined after
all and things would just - well, happen.
Stephanie turned her head on Denise's chest, looked up at her and smiled.
"Hmm," she said. "Morning."
Now Denise's need for a pee was second in the queue behind something
else. She smiled back and started to stroke Stephanie's hair, brushing a
few hairs from her face and listening to the even and gentle rhythm of
Stephanie's breathing.
"Good morning to you too," said Denise, hoping she could hang on just a
bit longer, but it wasn't to be. "Ohh, I gotta pee!" she said and almost
leapt out of bed and hurtled towards the toilet.
"Please be there when I get back, please!!" she thought as she did her
thing in the bathroom, but when she got back, Stephanie was already
getting dressed.
"Bollocks!" thought Denise.
Denise went into the bathroom. She was feeling like she'd never felt
before, tingling all over and just about all of her was buzzing.
She splashed some cold water on her face, but it had no effect
whatsoever.
She could see her nipples, hard and erect in the mirror and much of that
tingling sensation was emanating from them. She touched one with her
finger and thumb and gasped turning her attention to the other.
Now it wasn't just her breasts that were tingling, it seemed to be coming
from 'down there' too and nervously, she brushed her middle finger across
the soft folds of skin and nearly fainted. Her body was starting to spasm
and the tingling sensation increased.
Soon, she had found the root cause of the tingling or rather causes and
was trying to address each at the same time.
It took no time before she was gritting her teeth and in the throes of
something almost magical as she manipulated her nipples alternately with
one hand and continued to rub the increasingly wet area between her legs
with the other.
Then it struck, like a thunderbolt and her whole body seized as she
gasped for air, gulping down mouthfuls between spasms, clamping her right
hand between her inner thighs, whilst at the same time, trying with
little success to remove it before her fingers actually broke.
She sat on the bath, trembling like a leaf, trying hard to be quiet and
hoping to God that Stephanie hadn't heard what had happened.
A few moments later, she was running the water and although still
slightly wobbly, she tried to clean her teeth, putting her shakes to some
good use.
"Jesus! That was fan-fucking-tastic!" she thought. "I've gotta try that
again."
"Where's the coffee?" called Stephanie from the kitchen.
"In the cupboard over the worktop on the left," she responded, her mouth
full of toothpaste bubbles.
"Thanks."
Perhaps she didn't hear and Denise was able to relax a bit, but could see
the flush from the experience still showed on her cheeks as she grinned
at herself in the mirror.
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The initially light atmosphere disappeared with the realisation that
today was important. Getting to a safe distance was the prime objective
and where that was going to be was as yet a complete mystery.
They sat and drank their coffees in near silence. Stephanie didn't want
to speak. She knew what was coming and Denise was too wrapped up in the
fear of what it was she had got herself into and how she could possibly
get herself back out of it again.
She was thinking too, about where she should go. Whether it would be
better to go somewhere where there were plenty of people or not so many,
should she head for London for instance, with plenty of places to get
lost in a crowd...
"I guess this is it then," she said at last, putting her coffee cup onto
the table and looking at Stephanie.
"Guess so."
Denise was sure there was much in that brief look that said more than a
mere "goodbye" and hoped that it was true. There was, she felt, a bond
between them and she was more interested in fostering that bond than
breaking it after such a short time.
She stood and picked up a rucksack of bits and pieces she'd put together
for the journey.
"I don't want to do this." she said softly.
"It's not for long. I'm sure the guys at the station will sort this out
in no time and you can go back to normal."
"Yeah, but then again..."
"Enough of the negatives; just get going and be safe."
They were about to close the front door and go their separate ways and
Denise took the bull by the horns.
Grabbing Stephanie round the waist, she pulled her to her and hugged
tight.
"I was so hoping this was going to go further and I know it can't." she
said and buried her head in Stephanie's neck. Stephanie stood, tears
starting from her own eyes and did nothing until as Denise pulled away,
she leant in close and kissed her.
It was going to be a quick one, but neither girl wanted to break away
from the other. The kiss deepened, Denise opening her mouth and without
thinking, started to push her tongue past Stephanie's warm, soft lips.
"No!" said Stephanie, pulling away. "No!" she said again, seemingly
panicked and ran off down the road. Denise watched as she ran; regret the
only thing that remained.
It was with heavy heart that Denise locked the door behind her and made
her way in the opposite direction to Stephanie, towards town centre and
the railway station.
It was difficult for her to think. That last kiss had started that
tingling sensation with a vengeance and only made what she had to do all
the more difficult. It was one thing to have to do something like this.
Quite another to do it with the thought of what she was leaving behind,
especially since what she had to do, she had to do alone.
She trudged into the station and was about to go to the ticket window,
when she remembered that her cards all described her as Mr and not Miss.
She went to a hole in the wall and withdrew all the cash she could from
all her cards. It was a tidy sum and hopefully would last well past the
time all this idiocy was over.
She looked up at the boards to see what trains were immediately available
and the destinations they offered.
"Hmm. London? What about Brighton?"
"Are you alright Miss?"
"Can't decide," she said. The man looked at her quizzically and left her
to it.
She went back to the ticket office and bought herself a ticket to
Brighton. London was out as she really didn't like the idea of that many
people. Brighton although still a city (along with Hove that is), seemed
a lot less imposing and besides, it had the seaside to pass the time and
was busy enough so she could lose herself in a crowd.
Hefting the heavy rucksack over her shoulder, she started off down the
platform towards the front carriage and onto the train, pulled the door
closed behind her, a feeling of melancholy descending as she finally
realised that this was really happening as she dropped the rucksack on
the seat and opened the window.
Leaning out as the train sat at the station, she watched people on the
other platforms all going about their business, oblivious that not more
than a few hundred yards away, she was running for her life.
A commotion at the gate caught her eye and she could see the guard
dealing with someone although the angle didn't allow her to see who. At
the same time, she could hear shouts across the concourse as several men
appeared to be running in the direction of her train. She stood back from
the window as, did her eyes deceive her, or was that Paul heading up the
running men?
The train jerked as it started up the tracks and looking back out of the
window, she could clearly see Paul along with a number of others looking
well annoyed as the train picked up speed and they got smaller and
smaller until the train had rounded the curve in the track, putting them
out of sight.
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She sat down and contemplated where this incredible journey was taking
her, but before she could even get the facts lined up in her head, a
voice asked if the seat was taken.
"No," she replied without even looking up and instead of sitting opposite
as she expected, the person moved the rucksack and plonked down beside
her. Denise was about to ask the person to move when she realised that
she had been duped. It was Stephanie.
"I didn't recognise the voice," she exclaimed looking at her friend.
"What made you change your mind?"
"Let's just say that I had some help."
"Paul?"
"How did you know?"
"I saw him running over towards the train. I must say, you only just made
it and he looked pretty pissed-off that you managed to get on and he
didn't."
"That's not the only thing he was pissed-off about, believe me," she said
grinning. "I think it might be a wise move to get off this train one or
two stops before Brighton, just in case Paul's arranged a reception."
"There's stuff you're not telling me isn't there?"
"Stuff that it's best you continue not to know; for the time being."
It was all getting very cloak and dagger. While some of it almost scared
the pants off Denise, she was surprised at how much excitement it also
brought, although, having said that, she would have preferred to have had
her safe, boring life back. At least, she thought so.
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