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Lost and Found by plainjane
Dee can remember what it felt like to have Noel’s hands on her. She remembers the hot touch of skin on skin in the dark. She still feels the ghost of his body pressed up against her late at night. She misses the hardness. Hard hipbones. Hard muscles. Hard cock. The feel of Noel between her thighs as she rode him, dominated him. She yearns for him to touch her again. But she knows it will never happen.
There are other hands though, other bodies. But none compare to his. No one can wash the memory from her body. No one can remove the imprint he has made. Many have tried, oh, how they’ve tried. But still in the throws of passion and the height of climax only one word escapes her lips: “Noel.”
Noel left Dee in ruins. She didn’t eat, she didn’t sleep, she merely existed. Only one person stuck with her through her depression. Sue. The shining light in her dark world. Sue put her to bed and made her meals. She made her get up in the morning and made her shower.
Eventually Dee got better but she was never the same. Sue stuck with her though. Even when all her other friends left her, unable to cope with her mood swings, Sue stayed. Sue held her when she cried, she calmed her when she raged and she even ushered out her one-night stands in the mornings.
When Sue moved back to Berlin, Dee went too. Dee was better in Berlin, away from the constant reminders. There wasn’t an inch left in London that didn’t have Noel written all over it. She couldn’t even read the paper without Noel jumping out at her.
Dee moved on with her life and for a while things were good. She and Sue had come to an agreement and they were lovers of a sort. They never spoke about it though, preferring to leave the relationship for the dark of night. The days remained the same, Sue looking after Dee and both of them steadfastly refusing to acknowledge that at night they slept together.
Sue was a very different lover to Noel. Her body was soft and willowy, her skin smooth and hairless. Yet despite the gentleness in her physique, she was rough and forceful. Sue was always on top, ripping orgasms from Dee’s body with brutal fingers and a vicious tongue. Dee would just lie there, unwilling to participate and unwilling to deny Sue. It was past submission, it was apathy. The less Dee gave, the more Sue took. Sue was frantic, desperate for a response from Dee past the uncontrollable shudders of orgasm.
After a while the frustration Sue displayed at night seeped into the day. Where before Sue was calm, now she was agitated. Instead of understanding, she was cold. Dee was at a loss. The only constant in her life had deserted her. Sure, Sue was still cooking and cleaning and looking after her, but emotionally Dee was alone. Alone for the first time in her life.
After weeks of living with the violent and angry Sue, Dee felt more alone and depressed than ever. More so than when she had come home to find Noel’s things gone and a note that simply said: “I’m sorry.”
And so, a year after Noel had left her, Dee picked up the phone.
“Yeah, it’s me.”
“I… wow… how are you?”
“I’m doing better, you?”
“I’m ok. Good actually.”
“I really didn’t expect to ever hear from you again…”
“Yeah, well, you know…”
There was a long pause.
“Dee, look, I just want you to know how sorry I am. I never meant to hurt you.”
“Can I ask you something, Noel?”
“I fell in love. I fell in love with Julian.”
“Are you happy?”
“I forgive you, by the way.”
“Thank you. I never meant to hurt you.”
“I’m living with Sue now. In Berlin.”
“Are you happy?”
“I… I don’t know. I don’t even know who I am anymore.”
“Well, don’t you think it’s time you found out?”
The next day Dee made Sue breakfast in bed. It was the first time in a year she’d gotten up without prompting. When Sue asked her why, Dee simply replied, “It was my turn.”
The following week saw Dee cooking every meal and cleaning the whole apartment from top to bottom. She even started writing songs again. Every day Sue would ask her why and every day Dee would reply: “It was my turn.”
At the end of the week, when Sue slipped into Dee’s bed and began their night time ritual, Dee stopped her. Sue looked at her questioningly. This was the first time Dee had even acknowledged that Sue was in bed with her.
Dee rolled on top of Sue, pinning her hands to the bed and ravishing her neck. Dee felt alive again, enjoying the feeling of having someone beneath her. That night it was Dee who brought Sue to climax for a change, pleasuring her again and again until Sue thought she might faint. Exhausted, Dee flopped down onto the bed beside Sue and pulled her close. Dee ran her fingers along Sue’s body, enjoying the feeling of softness. Soft skin. Soft hair. Soft breasts.
When both Dee and Sue’s breathing had returned to normal Sue looked up and asked, “Your turn again?”
Dee grazed down at Sue, smiling. “No. Just me being myself.”