Episode 12 - A Rude Awakening
Chloe's finger tips hovered over Sara's throbbing clitoris. She begged her to release her from this agony of apprehension. Chloe did.
The first touch brought a wave of ecstacy. Sara cried out loud, repeating Chloe's name over and over. Her hips bucked spasmodically and her legs suddenly seemed to have a mind of their own. The phone rang and she squeezed her eyes shut and tried to ignore its persistent call.
Her eyes flew open.
She was alone in the living room with her own hands down her pants. Her shorts and panties were soaked through and her legs were still quivering.
Oh my God!!! she thought. She pulled her dripping hands out from her crotch and bolted to the phone, wiping her fingers on her shorts. Her heart was racing and she still wasn't fully awake. She answered the phone;
'Hello?' she said breathlessly.
'Sara? Is that you?' her mother's voice asked.
Oh, shit! Get yourself together grrl, she thought.
'Yes, it's me, Mum.' she replied.
'You sounded different. Is everything alright, darling?' she asked, concerned.
'I fell asleep on the couch,' she explained. 'I just got a bit of a shock when the phone woke me up.' Her mother seemed reassured by this and asked how things were and if the move had been ok. Sara lied and told her things were fine and the transition had been non-eventful.
Her mum prattled on about things at home and how she missed her. Sara listened dutifully, not absorbing a word. Her mind wandered back to the dream she had. She felt positively vile and deviant. She needed a shower...preferably a long one. She waited for her mother to pause and then interjected;
'Sorry Mum but I'd better go. I'm really tired.' she explained.
'Are you sure you're ok, honey?' her mother asked.
'Yeah, just tired Mum.'
'Ok,' she said warily, not entirely convinced. 'Make sure you ring us. We miss you.' Sara promised she would and hung up. She put her head in her hands, thought for a second and pulled them away in disgust. She all but ran to the bathroom and turned on the shower. She peeled off her shorts and underwear and put them in the hamper. The shower was scalding hot but she jumped in anyway, almost relishing in the punishment-like stinging of the water jet.
Her good catholic upbringing had taught her to be suitably ashamed of her own body. The nuns at Saint Agatha's had instilled the taboo of masturbation into her so enthusiastically that she was sickened by the sight of her 'naughty bits'.
Sara scrubbed herself until she was red raw and the hot water ran out. She dried herself and dressed in her PJ's. She estimated she had been asleep for an hour, and despite the exhaustion she felt, she was not tired.
She couldn't stand another restless night so she hunted around in her bathroom stuff that she still hadn't found a home for and found some night and day cold tablets. She took two of the night ones hoping they would be enough to knock her out. She lay staring at the ceiling waiting for them to take effect. She made a point of tying the drawstring on her PJ bottoms so tight that her hands couldn't do anymore night crawling.
Eventually she became drowsy and sluggish. She buried herself under the covers, and holding her pillow tight, Sara fell into a dreamless slumber.
to be continued... |
