Katie grinned and flicked a pea at me. “Are you going to be a princess?” “Not really, Katie.”
“Oh, but you must!” Mum gushed. “You have to have a nice dress, Helen. We’ll take you shopping, get you something nice.
That’s only fair, isn’t it, George?” “What?”
“Helen needs a lovely dress, doesn’t she?”
Dad shrugged. “Yeah, whatever you think.” He gestured in my direction with a fork. “Nothing too low cut.” “As if,” I said. “When have I ever worn anything low cut?”
He shot me a look. “Just saying don’t start all that now, not now you’ve got a boyfriend in tow. Harry’s a nice lad, you don’t need to impress him with all that.”
“I wasn’t planning on it,” I snapped. “Just as well.”
Lizzie stifled a giggle and I could have jabbed her all over again.
I retreated from the table as soon as possible and dragged her upstairs with me, shooting her evils over my shoulder all the way.
“What?” she said. “I didn’t think it was a secret!”
“It wasn’t. I just hadn’t said anything. I didn’t want to talk about it.” “But you need a dress!”
“I hadn’t thought about that yet.”
She rolled her eyes. “Get with the script, Hels. Hot Helen plus hot dress plus hot Harry Sawbridge equals one very jealous art teacher.”
“Except it doesn’t. He hasn’t even looked at me in days.”
“I don’t believe that.” She dug around in her overnight bag. “You need cheering up. You’ve been a right Miserable Minnie this week.”
“Excuse me for feeling like crap. My world is ending, in case you hadn’t noticed.”
“Such melodrama.” She handed me a bottle of wine then took out another. “Let’s get trashed, help you forget all about it.” “Unlikely,” I said, but I was already unscrewing the lid.
“Have you gone on the pill yet?”
I shook my head. “Got a doctor’s appointment on Tuesday, but it feels stupid. What virgin needs the pill, Lizzie? He doesn’t want me, I don’t need the pill.”
“Jeez, Hels, sometimes I really despair. Life isn’t all about Rampant Roberts, you know.”
I took a swig of wine, and it was gakky and bitter. “You think I’m going to take the pill for Harry Sawbridge? Think on.” “I think you should keep your options open. He’s hot, and he likes you. His eyes lit up when I told him you had a thing for
him,” she smirked. “You did what?”
She giggled her pretty little face off. “What did you think I was going to do? I had to tell him something.” “So, now he thinks I want him?”
She nodded. “All the better for making Mr Roberts jealous, my dear.”
That explained a lot. Harry had been like a limpet in art, sitting next to me every lesson and boring me stupid with his TV talk and meaningless comments. He was sweet enough, but dull as hell, and considering Mr Roberts didn’t seem riled at all by his interest in me it felt like one big fat fail.
“Drink up and forget about it now,” Lizzie grinned. “Let’s have some fun, since I missed out on all our fun time while you were off playing artist.”
I drank up, much more quickly than usual. Quickly enough that Lizzie still had a load of her bottle left and split it between us. She seemed drunk though, drunk and giggly, telling me all about Scottie Davis and how hot he was with his head between her legs. My own memories burned me, and I drank more, pondered more, festered more. And then I was sad. Sad and angry and brooding.
“I really wanted him,” I said. “I really, really wanted him.”
“Aww, Hels, you might still get him.” She rubbed my arm. “We’ve got a plan.” “A stupid plan.”
“Still a plan.”
“I wish it had never happened. I was happy as friends.” “Don’t say that, Hels. You know you loved it.”
“I did love it, but now it’s gone.”
She tipped the bottle up so more wine forced its way down my neck. “Little Hels isn’t so virginal anymore… not now she’s had tongue between her legs…”
I swallowed down the wine and put my finger to my lips, despite knowing full well Mum and Dad were long in bed already.
“I bet you were so hot as you came for him…” My stomach fluttered. “You’d have to ask him.”
“No, I wouldn’t,” she smiled. “I already know.” She looked at the final slops of wine in the bottle. “You may as well finish that.”
The room was already swaying around me. “I’ve totally totally totally had enough.” “No, you haven’t. You need it, anyway, to cheer you up, my treat.”
But it didn’t feel like it was cheering me up. I downed the rest and lay back on my bed, and the ceiling was spinning, florescent stars everywhere. Lizzie started laughing and I laughed, too, even though nothing was funny. She grabbed my hands and yanked me up the bed towards her, fluffing up pillows under my head.
“Come and lie with me.”
“Like I have any choice.” I closed my eyes, but smiled. “You’ve got me trashed, Lizzie Thomas. I can’t even see straight.
You’re bad for me… bad…”
“I’m good for you,” she giggled. “You love me.”
“Yes, I do.” I poked my tongue out. “But I am trashed, and it’s all your fault. All your fault. And Mr Roberts, it’s his fault, too. All his fault. I’ll be a virgin forever and it’s all his fault.” I laughed to myself. “All his stupid fault.”
Lizzie pressed up to me. “You won’t be a virgin forever, Hels, with or without Roberts.” “But he’s all I want. Only him.”
“Forget about who it is,” she said. “Believe me, Hels, it doesn’t really matter. Just as long as it feels good, right? That’s what matters.”
I laughed. “Whatever you say, Lizzie. But that’s stupid. Of course it matters…” I rested my hand over my eyes but she pulled it away. “I love him.”
“You can have fun without being in love, Helen Palmer. Trust me.”
“I’m always trusting you,” I said, and my voice sounded weird. “You’re my bestie. Bestie of the besties.” “Good. You should. I’m trustworthy. I’m the super bestie.”
“Yes, you are. Super bestie. Super, super bestie.” I groaned to myself. “I didn’t even get to try anything… how mean… just a few things. And then he was gone. It’s so unfair… I wanted it all. Everything. Every. Thing.”
She switched the main light off and got the lamp, and it was so much better for my eyes. I shuffled down a little, got comfortable.
“Shame you didn’t get chance to try out all the stuff in your kinky pictures.” “Yes!” I hissed. “Yes! It’s so unfair!”
I felt the bed bounce under me, and lifted my head to find Lizzie on her knees at the bottom, by my hamper. She pulled out my school tie and put it around her neck. “He should have used this on you. Wasted opportunity, stupid man.”
“Used that?”
She crawled up the bed to me, and she was laughing. “Yeah, he could have tied you up.” I giggled. “Could have… I’d have liked that…”
“He could have done this…” She was still laughing as she grabbed my wrists, and I was too slow and drunk to respond. She pinned them tight and wrapped my tie around them, threading it through the rails of my headboard before tying me up in a knot. The knot was tight, I could feel it even through the drunkenness.
I pulled against it and laughed. “You’re so silly, Lizzie. Let me free.” “No,” she laughed. “You’re my prisoner.”
I giggle-snorted. “You’re funny.”
“Try and get out,” she whispered. “See if you can.”
I pulled again, and the headboard moved a little but the knot was tight. “I can’t,” I said. “You know I can’t, silly. Urgh, Lizzie, I’m too drunk for this. It’s not fair. I can’t get out when the room is spinning, can I?”
“Do you like it?”
I opened my eyes in the lamplight and hers were right in my face. “Like it? This is silly, Lizzie. Silly.” “I think you like it,” she said, and laughed against my neck. “You said you’d like it, being tied up.” “Not like this,” I laughed. “By Mr Roberts, doh.”
“And I said it doesn’t really matter, just as long as it feels good.”
I felt a funny buzzing in my stomach. “Let me go, Lizzie, this is silly.” She shook her head. “You’re my prisoner. You’ll have to say please.” “Pleeeeeeease,” I mocked. “Pwetty pleeeeease. Cherries on top.” “Close your eyes…”
“Say please with my eyes closed?” I was giggling again and I didn’t know why. “Say please if you want, just close your eyes.”
I screwed my eyes shut. “Sometimes I think you’re the weird one. The weirdy weird one…” She yanked me down the bed, pulling me by my hips, and my arms were stretched out, the tie cutting into my wrists, but it felt so far away. “What are you doing? That’s tight…”
I felt her slide her leg over me, straddling me, and then she was laughing so quietly. It was cold as she pulled my top up, I felt the chill on my skin. And then it was warm, warm from her hands.
“Lizzie…?”
“Shh,” she said. “Just shh, Hels.”
I gasped as she pinched my nipples. She pinched them hard then rolled them in her fingers, and I felt it between my legs. I squirmed under her. “Lizzie… what… what are you doing?”
“Having fun,” she whispered. “Just stupid fun, Hels. It’s just fun.”
She pinched again and I squirmed. “Lizzie… ow… that feels… ow…” “Good,” she said. “It feels good. Don’t pretend it doesn’t.”
“It feels… weird…”
“Don’t pretend you don’t like it…”
A lurch in my stomach but it was far away. “Lizzie…”
“You like it, Helen. I know you do. Just keep your eyes closed…”
“Lizzie…” I said, but I didn’t open my eyes. “This is…”
“Good,” she said again. “Fun.” I felt her hands on me, squeezing me, flicking. “Don’t pretend this doesn’t feel good, either.”
And then it was her mouth, hot and wet and sucking at me. I wriggled, tried to pull my arms down, but they wouldn’t come.
And then I was moving, rolling my hips and I didn’t even know why, didn’t know how to stop.
“That’s it…” she said, and licked at me again. “That’s so cute, Hels. We’re having fun, aren’t we?” “Lizzie… this isn’t…”
“It is…” she interrupted. “It’s fun.” I felt her fingers at my jeans, and she pulled at them until my legs were cold. “Cute,” she said. “You have cute little knickers on, Hels, very sweet.”
My insides jumped and twisted. “Lizzie… stop…” “You don’t want me to stop…”
“But, I…”
“Your knickers don’t lie, Hels Bells. You’re soaking wet.”
I felt the embarrassment far away below the wine. “I don’t mean to…” “It’s ok, Hels, it’s ok… just close your eyes, and forget about it…”
I opened my eyes long enough to focus on her, on her fingers reaching inside my panties. I gasped as she touched the right spot. “Lizzie… don’t…”
“You don’t want me to stop…”
But I did. I did want her to stop. Until I didn’t. Until it felt good, and my body forgot that it should feel weird. My hips were rocking and my hands gripped the headboard, and my breath was strange and frantic.
“That’s it, Hels… I knew you wanted this… call it practice…”
I heard the rustle of clothes, and then her weight on my belly before she slid down. I could feel her skin on mine, and she was hot, and clammy. She spread my legs, and I didn’t fight her, and then her weight was in the right place, and she felt so strange against me, rubbing against me. Her hips against mine, and her pussy, too.
Lizzie’s pussy was against mine, I could feel it. I could feel it even though it was far away. She was soft and hard at the same time. And warm, and wet, and nice…
And it felt good. I felt sick and fluttery and weird, but it felt good.
Her breath was weird and she was making funny little noises. She leaned forward and I felt her tits against mine, and her mouth was at my ear. “Let it happen, Hels, let it feel good. I promise it’ll feel good…” And then her hands were on my tits, squeezing them tighter. “This is your fantasy, isn’t it? Don’t pretend it isn’t… you want to be taken… you want to be tied up… it doesn’t matter who it is, Hels, just close your eyes.”
“Oh God…” And it felt so good. It felt so nice. She rubbed her pussy against mine, and I rubbed back, and it felt… it felt… “That’s it… that’s good…”
I made a strange little moan, and gasped as she shifted some more. She was rubbing just the right spot, and I couldn’t stop moving, I didn’t want to stop moving.
“Little Lizzie loves you, Helen Palmer,” she giggled. “This is fun… this is so much fun… say it’s fun, Hels…”
But I couldn’t say it was fun. I couldn’t even think straight. There was only the feeling between my legs, of her, as she rubbed against me.
And then she couldn’t say anything either. Her breath was loud in my ear, and the bed started creaking, and she rubbed so hard, faster and faster, and squeezed at my tits, and I was making funny noises, and so was she, and far away there was a part of me that was worried about my mum and dad hearing us… and then there was the ache in me, the need to keep going, harder and harder.
“Tell me to stop and I’ll stop…” she whispered.
But I didn’t want to. I just wanted more. “I’ll stop if you want me to…”
But it was much too late for all that. I squirmed and wriggled, and bucked under her, and the room was spinning and I felt sick, but it felt too good to stop.
“I’m going… I’m going to…” I hissed. “Don’t stop… I’m going to…” “I know,” she breathed. “I know, Hels, I know. It’s ok…”
And then I did. I got the tingles, and I was panting, and tense, and out of control. I bit my lip, and rocked back at her, and I could feel her right there with me.
There were no words, just noise and breath. And then I was dizzy, my heart racing, limbs like jelly. She kissed my mouth and she laughed. “Told you it would be fun.”
But it didn’t feel like such good fun. I felt weird, and not good weird.
She tugged at the tie around my wrists and they came free, and they were sore. Even through my drunken eyes I could see they were sore. I held them to me.
She kissed my cheek, once, twice, three times, and then she wrestled the duvet from under me, covered us both up with it. “That was fun, right?”
I didn’t know what to say.
“Hels Bells, that was super fun, wasn’t it? Don’t pretend it wasn’t.” “I’m tired,” I said. “And drunk…”
“Aww, tired Hels,” she giggled and reached for the lamp. The darkness felt better. I rolled on my side away from her, but she followed, her body to my back. “You wanted it, Hels, I promise. Don’t let it be weird, it isn’t weird.”
“Ok,” I said, and I didn’t know what else I could offer.
“Don’t be grumpy,” she whispered. “We’re besties. We are besties, aren’t we?” “Always, Lizzie. Always besties.”
I squeezed her hand, then pretended to be asleep.