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This chapter is a bit of a bridge and has very little sexuality in it. But I felt it was needed to help the tale unfold properly. I hope you, dear reader, will enjoy it for what it is. Thanks. PC
Shelly’s lips tightened and her eyes blazed. ‘You fucking bitch!’
‘Shelly,’ Stacy began, ‘take it easy. I don’t want anybody to get hurt—’
Her fury at finding Barb passed out in Stacy’s room, at knowing Barb lay there without her panties, at smelling Barb’s musk on Stacy’s face, burned so hot that Shelly’s reason failed her. She ignored Stacy’s warning and grabbed for her throat. Then Shelly’s wrist went numb and she lost control of her arm. She yelped in pain.
Stacy studied her blonde adversary with an unnerving calm. Her steel-hard fingers dug into a spot in Shelly’s forearm and she sank toward the floor with her arm twisted back toward her shoulder. Confusion and agony colored her eyes. Shelly’s rising panic made her desperate. She swung her free hand at Stacy’s head, but the girl blocked the blow with a strong forearm that numbed Shelly from elbow to fingertips. She could not even kick because her bent legs spoiled her balance.
The brunette spoke in a slow, deliberate cadence and enunciated every word. ‘Shelly, Ah want y’all to listen to me very carefully, ‘kay?’
‘Okay,’ she gasped.
‘Ah’m gonna release the pressure, and then we’re gonna talk. No more o’ this ‘cat fight’ shit, ‘kay?’
Shelly nodded. Stacy let go and Shelly cradled her arm. Her anger remained, but she controlled it with an effort spurred by the phantom thought of self-preservation.
‘What the fuck, Stacy? Babs gets pissed off and, like, walks out on me, and now she’s here and you guys had sex?’
‘Shelly, Barb said she loves you. When Ah called y’all to tell ya Ah was serious as a heart attack. As soon as she said that, we stopped.’
‘But why’d you . . . guys—’ Shelly began to cry. ‘I love her, Stace, and you two went behind my back.’ Her voice hardened and she growled, ‘I’m so fucking angry!’
‘Ah know.’
‘I’ve been waiting, for . . . wee-eeks,’ her voiced cracked, ‘for her to say she, loves, me, and . . . and, this—’
‘And this wasn’t the way y’all wanted to hear, huh?’
Shelly shook her head.
‘Shelly, Ah’m sooo sorry.’
‘Yeah,’ Shelly sniffed. ‘Why the fuck should I believe you?’
‘Listen, Ah thought you guys were just messin’ ’round. Ah didn’t think you and Barb were in love.’
‘Then you’re fucking blind!’
‘Ah . . . when she kissed me, well, Ah couldn’t stop thinking about her. Ah thought that maybe Ah could . . . oh, shit, Ah was so stupid, Shelly, Ah’m sorry.’ Stacy looked at the floor and her voice grew quite. ‘Ah actually thought Ah might have a chance with her.’ Stacy sniffed and a fat tear slid from her right eye. ‘Ah can’t stop thinking about her. Ah think Ah’m in love with her. But when she . . . said—’ Stacy shook as her emotions overwhelmed her poise.
Shelly’s expression softened only a little. As angry as she was, she felt an odd connection with the girl at that moment. After all, they were in love with the same woman, though Shelly had prevailed. Hadn’t she?
Shaking with effort, Stacy steadied her voice and went on, ‘Shelly, Ah thought you were kinda a player, and didn’t . . . think you wanted . . . anythin’ serious . . . with anybody.’ She sniffed. ‘Ah had no idea.’
‘We decided to be exclusive, like, a coupla weeks ago.’
Stacy raised her eyebrows. ‘Sorry, Shelly. Ah didn’t know.’
‘You’re telling me that if you knew that it would’ve made a difference? Really?’
The girl nodded. ‘But Ah thought since all y’all wanted a threesome, you guys were, like, open, y’know?’
‘Only if we were both in on it. To-ge-ther.’
‘Oh.’
‘And then this shit? Muh-ther-fucker!’
‘Shelly, remember Barb had some to drink. Ah don’t think she woulda done anything without you if she was sober. Prob’ly never will again. If y’all want her back. You do, doncha . . .?’
The blonde’s angry stared bore into Stacy’s eyes.
‘Yeah, Ah would, too.’ She sighed. ‘Barb even seemed scared when she, like, found out you weren’t here,’ Stacy offered as a slightly sanitized history.
‘What? What the fuck did you do?’
Stacy held her hands toward Shelly to slow her racing mind. ”Kay, lemme start ovah.’ Stacy sighed. ”Kay, so Barb shows up and wanted to drink with me. Ah said ‘no’. Then she insisted. So Ah stalled and got some glasses from the bathroom. Figured she might fall asleep. But when Ah came back she lifted her skirt and wanted me to . . . well, y’know.’ She took another deep breath.
‘Shelly, Ah’m sorry.’ Stacy saw an iota of tension leave the Shelly’s eyes, but her jaw remained clenched. ‘So Ah was . . . well, she called out your name and said, ‘Ah love you, Shelly’. So Ah stopped. Like right then! And then she looked for you ’cause she thought I was you, and when she figured out you weren’t here she kinda freaked out, rolled over and started crying, said, ‘What have Ah done?’ and then she passed out.’
As hurt and mad as Shelly felt, her heart leapt knowing Babs called out her name in a fit of passion. For the first time since Stacy stormed out of their dorm room earlier that night Shelly allowed herself a tiny smile.
‘Shelly, Barbara loves you. It breaks my heart . . . fo’ me. But, but Ah guess Ah’m happy for all y’all.’ The brunette sniffed and dabbed at her nose with the sleeve of her sweatshirt. ‘Ah’m really, really sorry,’ she whispered one more time.
‘Stacy, what the fuck did you do to my arm?’
‘Oh, sorry. Keep rubbin’ like that and it’ll feel better.’
‘No, seriously, what’d you do?’
‘Um, a little pressure point thing.’
‘How’d you—’
‘Well, uh, my mom was worried ’bout me. She wanted me to be able to fight off the hormonal ‘bubbas’ who might get a li’l bit liquored up, ya know? So my dad and two uncles taught me some kung fu and a coupla diff’rent Chinese martial arts styles. Some tai chi. Sorry.’
Despite the lingering desire to hurt Stacy, Shelly could not help but be impressed. Then she analyzed her own intense emotional trauma when she thought of Babs and Stacy together. She remembered that Barb had rejected Stacy. If Stacy really was falling for Babs, a broken heart would hurt a lot worse than anything Shelly could do—especially if Stacy really decided to defend herself. Fuck, Shelly realized, I could totally get my fucking ass kicked!
‘Kung fu—Jee-sus Christ!’
‘Sorry.’
‘Shell? Shelly?’ Barbara sounded bleary and confused.
‘Yeah, Babs, I’m here.’ Shelly sat on the bed. Her good hand stroked Barb’s shoulders, down the length of her spine, tugged her dress down, and travelled up again. ‘I’m here, babe,’ she repeated.
‘Gawd, Shell, I had the weir-desht fuh-keeng dream . . .’ Barb slurred.
‘Shush, Babs. I’m here, babe. Just relax and rest, ‘kay?’
Barbara snuggled her round bottom against Shelly’s hip and sighed. ”Kay, Shell. I feel kinda dizzy anyhoo.’
‘Shelly, you guys wanna stay heah?’ the girl whispered.
‘No, Stacy, I’m going to take her to our room. Just give us a fucking minute, okay?’
‘Nah, Shelly, Ah mean, really, you guys can totally stay. The sheets are clean,’ she offered by way of enticement. ‘Ah can go some other place.’
‘Shit, Stace!’ The angry woman’s hand stopped. She took a long breath deep into her lungs and let it out in a slow exhalation. Her voice lost its edge in the process. ‘No, thanks, Stacy. I’d feel better if we were home, you know? But thanks anyway.’
”Kay, all y’all . . . need . . . any, thing?’ Her throat tightened.
‘No, just give us a minute, okay, Stace?’ Shelly resumed the caresses.
‘Okay. Ah’ll be in the bathroom.’ Stacy moved in silent grace and the door latched
with a muffled click. If the room had not been so quiet, Shelly would have missed Stacy’s muted sobs.
‘Babs?’
‘Yeah, babe?’
‘Time to go back to our room, Babs. You ready?’
‘Oh-kaaay.’
‘Okay, lemme get some stuff together.’
‘Oh-kaaay.’
Shelly grabbed the panties from the desk and stuffed them into the satchel. She decided to skip the liquor and juice, and recognized nothing else. She shouldered the pack and moved to her lover’s side.
‘Okay, Babs, here we go.’ She lifted, turned and guided Barbara into a sitting position then helped her to stand. The redhead swayed a little, but was able to balance.
‘That’s my girl, you’re doing good.’
‘I’m your girl?’
”Course, Babs.’ Shelly sublimated her anger for later.
‘Oh, goody. I wanna be your girl.’
‘And I wanna be yours,’ Shelly answered. ‘Now let me open the door and we’ll go home, ‘kay?’
”Kay. Do we need to tell Steph, ‘bye’?’
‘Who’s Steph?’ They navigated the doorway and began the short journey down the hall.
‘Steph? Who’s Steph?’ Barb sounded confused. ‘I said, ‘Stace’. Do we need to say ‘bye’ to Stace?’
‘No, it’s okay—’
‘I love Stacy.’
Shelly tensed. She felt herself ready to explode like a nuclear pressure cooker.
‘And you, Shelly. I really, really love you Shelly. You’re my girl and I don’ want anyone elshe.’
The young woman began to soften again as her blood cooled. ‘That’s good, Babs. I want you all to myself, too.’
‘You mean, like, exclusive?’
‘Maybe. Would you like that?’ Shelly asked as she fumbled for her keys while supporting Barbara.
‘Yeah, I’d like that,’ Barb admitted in a thick voice. ‘So, no threesome with Stacy?’
‘No, Babs, no threesome with Stacy.’ The lock turned and the door swung open.
‘Okie-dokie. And Shelly?’
‘Yeah, babe?’
‘Would you kiss me?’
‘Sure.’
‘Goody!’ Barbara looked at Shelly with fogged eyes, blinked them closed and leaned toward her lover’s face. Shelly thought that in her emotional state she could manage a small peck, but Barb preempted any show of affection with a belch.
‘Oh, shi—’ Barbara turned and weaved for the bathroom. Shelly heard the toilet seat clack followed by the sound of vomiting.
She closed the room door, dropped the backpack on her bed and sighed. Then Shelly went to the bathroom to hold Barbara’s hair back.
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