A Wifey for the Bad Boy(193)

I looked out of the window as the dawn sun's light danced over the tops of the houses. People were sleeping. It was like we were sneaking out on an adventure. We were adults now but when we were together we were just like children again. Like the time we ran into the abandoned house and sprinted out of there when we heard a noise. There was just one more person to pick up. Lisa.





Chapter 2

The car stopped outside her house and Kira repeated the words that she had said to me earlier. Lisa was the one of us who had seamlessly found a place in the world. I was trying to build my own empire. Kira was a nurse. Simone was a teacher. Lisa was a number of things. She had always been the eldest, and seemed so by far even though there were only a matter of weeks between us all. But if we were girls then she was a woman. She was the one who had had a boyfriend first. She was the one who taught us what it was like and how to kiss. I still remember that night when we were hunched in Kira's room and Lisa told us all about Jack Fox's wet, slobbering kiss. The way his swollen tongue had filled her mouth until it felt like her own and how his paws had clawed over her small bumps of breasts. We were sitting there wide-eyed as she casually told us about the way his body was all hard and hot and yearning and how he had a look in his eyes like he wanted to devour her, and that one day she would let him, and we knew she would even though the mere mention of it set our hearts racing.

Then she taught us how to kiss. It was late at night. We'd been sipping on a forbidden bottle of Kira's mom's wine. I didn't like the taste but at that age I only needed one sip. The moonlight danced over us like we were fairy children and it all seemed perfectly natural. Lisa sidled up to each of us in turn. First she kissed Kira, and they giggled. It didn't seem slobbering. It was soft and sensual. Then Simone. They laughed even before they kissed and then acted like it was out of a movie, with hands clutching at each other and their mouths locked together so that their lips disappeared into each other. Then it was my turn. I already knew I was different to them. When they talked about boys I smiled and nodded and pretending that I had a crush on Danny Fisher because that's who I thought girls were supposed to like, with his fast car and his slick black hair. But when I looked at him and his girlfriend, it was her I thought of when I was laying in bed at night. The blonde bombshell Milly Martin. Now there was a woman. The one that got away. The one that never would be.

But sitting in front of me was Lisa. I had never told them my secret. Not even though our bond went deeper than sisters. There was something precious about it. At that point I didn't even understand it fully myself so how could I tell them? All I knew is that as Lisa was sitting in front of me and stroked the hair away from my face my heart was racing and I felt a tingling sensation surge through me, rising like lava from a volcano. I felt her breath on my lips just before they touched. It must have only lasted for barely a second but time stretched out and it seemed like an eternity. Our eyes closes and our heads tilted away as our lips met. She was soft and tasted of the wine. This time I didn't mind the taste. My lips were wet with her saliva and I felt her hand around the back of my head. Like we were linked. Like it was just the two of us.

Then she broke off and laughed again like it was some joke. I laughed too but it was no joke to me.

After that I went to college and found myself. When I eventually told them, Lisa was mildly embarrassed that I was her first kiss but I told her not to worry about it. It had to be with someone and it was better that it was someone I trusted rather than some random boy who I would never think about in five years' time. I think she took that as a dig at her. Maybe it was.

I never had a crush on any of them though. We were too close. It was too weird. I knew them too well. But sometimes it still feels like I'm working my way through life, but Lisa has it all figured out. She has a fiancé and house and a life together, just like you're supposed to. She got with the program and played the game like everyone else in the world. Sometimes I envy her for it, sometimes I pity her. Sometimes it's like she's just gliding through life without every doing anything. I see her hug Kira. The engagement ring shines on her finger. But that is not what catches my attention. There's another woman with her. The most beautiful woman I have ever seen.





Chapter 3

Sometimes there are people you come across and they seem unreal, like a mirage or an illusion, born from the depths of your desires and given life. Clara was one such woman. She had fire-red hair that cascaded down past her shoulders. Though it was early in the morning she looked fresh and energetic. Her face had a timeless quality about it. She looked young, even younger than us and we were but pups in the grand scheme of life, and yet when she grew closer I saw that she had a wisdom in her emerald eyes, and I found myself instantly enchanted by her. She walked with grace and elegance, more glided than walked. She had a slender, lithe physique with curves in all the right places and the kind of mischievous smile that would send anyone wild. Where had this rare and beautiful creature come from? Why torment me with the knowledge that someone like this exists? No good can come from my dreaming or my fantasies. Suddenly I fell into despair for I knew that the long weekend was going to be filled with longing if she were there, so close and yet forbidden to touch, because she wasn't for me. She was for somebody who knew what they were doing, who knew themselves and what they wanted.