13 comments/ 17246 views/ 23 favorites Allison Wonderland Ch. 01 By: Yuno "UGH!" I huffed, tossing the paper across the table. The torn envelope lay at my feet, crumpled and forgotten as I sat in the stiff wooden dining chair. Tears finally reached my eyes as the heart wrenching sob took over my rib and chest, constricting and painful before I collapsed over the table. My arms lay out on the stable wood, the tears pooling under my head as my forehead banged restlessly on the tabletop. Another failed university application. I felt lost, I felt like my world was shrinking. That was four places, my only four places that I didn't have to move state to go to. I could feel my body shivering from the onslaught of emotions overtaking my body. I lifted my head and pushed my palms into my eyes, taking three deep breaths. By the third my body had stopped shaking and the tears had slowed. Standing, I scooping up both the paper and the envelope and threw them in the bin as I walked out the small kitchen into the hall/walkway. I stopped before my bedroom door, looking at the mirror hung on the wall beside it. My eyes were the greatest and worst thing about my appearance, great because they were big and framed with naturally curled long lashes, bad because of their colour. They were brown; but not just brown, brown with orange around the pupil. The colour often made me cringe. As for my hair, I couldn't waste any money on a real hairdresser so I just let me friend do it, she was good enough to cut it so what the hell. The left side of my hair was significantly shorter, and curled and flicked at my jawline, tousled naturally. Where as my right side went a bit lower and flicked out around my face and framed it nicely. My fringe swept to my right side and evened out my appearance. Currently my eyes were puffy, and my small upturned nose was blotched with red. My normally cheeky pink lips were down turned at the sides in a small frown. I sighed and walked into my small room plonking myself down on my bed. My hand grabbed my phone from the charger on the beside table and hit speed dial two, brrr.... Brrr.... "Hello?" chimed Sarah's voice, my heart melted immediately and my shoulders sunk as the tension swept from my body. "Hi," my voice shook slightly as I clasped the phone to my ear with a shaky smile. "Hey babe, what's up?" I could hear the slight crash of pots and pans in the background and knew she was baking again, she was a whizz at cooking especially decorating cupcakes and cakes. My tummy growled in thought of her cakes and I sighed. "UQ Declined my application," I could hear my voice quaver and bit my lip to stop fresh tears. All noise in the background stopped, and all I heard was Sarah's intake of breath,"Need me to come over?" Yeah, that was just what I needed; my gorgeous straight friend to come over and curl against my body as we did when I was hurt. No. Not this time. I needed to stop pining after her. Pining and wallowing in self pity does nothing. My mind clouded with images of her wavy blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes, her thin body and large breasts, and her infectious perfect white smile. I pinched the bridge of my nose and shook my head. "Nah, babe. I'll be okay, you know me. Strong as steel." "Not everyone can be okay all the time, Felicity." "I know, but this is just a small bump in the road, I'll figure it out," "O..okay babe, let me know if you need anything. Anything at all," I heard her soft giggle and a muffled male voice in the background followed by a squeal. "Gotta go, bye!" she said breathlessly, followed by the dial tone. My hand gripped my phone hard as I laid on the bed and gritted my teeth. I briefly considered throwing it at the wall but I swallowed my anger. My fingers slowly released my phone onto the bed. Sarah can date whoever she wants. And I need to stop falling for the straight ones, even if we did drunkly kiss once. I looked around my small apartment bedroom, the door on opposite the bed lead into the hall and directly across to the small entertainment area/study/living room. The room had a small tv and couch in the middle of it, and behind the tv sat a half full bookshelf against the wall. On the far side of the lounge room sat my desk and laptop, covered in books and papers. My apartment was small, but it was enough. I had my bedroom and my kitchen that was hardly used. It was homely to me, I didn't need much to live. I spent most of my time in the study reading or watching animated Japanese movies, occasionally even drawing. I'm not the best but I am a natural at judging curves and shapes, which is a main factor of art. My dad is an artist and I know he wanted me to follow his footsteps, but all I've ever wanted to do was help people. Since I could think of a serious career all I wanted to do was be a surgeon. But as high school ended reality dawned on me that I had needed to study more for that, and I just wasn't a studier. It was hard to keep my thoughts together enough to sit and study. Speaking of which, I swung my legs off the bed and headed for the small en suite bathroom. I opened the mirrored cabinet above the small sink and grabbed the bottle of pills, shaking two into my hand and putting them in my mouth. I dropped the pill bottle back in its spot and almost slammed the mirror back. I grabbed each side of the sink and took deep breaths, my head lowered. The pills do little to help my bipolar disorder, but my mum said it was for the best. They kept me neutral and I hated feeling like my emotions had a black blanket smothering them down. My passion and life was snuffed out on pills, but at least I didn't fly off the handle all the time. I walked to the toilet and spat the pills in, flushing them. To hell with it. I have ways to control myself without feeling so empty and void. I walked out of the room as my phone alarm buzzed, I sighed thinking "Just perfect." I returned to the bathroom and donned my work uniform that was hanging on the shower stall. I ran a brush through my hair and slipped on the visor we had to wear. SAMS SANDWICHES was written in blazing orange and red over the visor band and under my left breast on the black shirt. I straightened my black skirt and pulled on my faded black converse shoes as I gathered my bag and phone. My boss, Sam, was a douchebag and "didn't tolerate lateness". As it was, I was always determined to be ten minutes early anyway, only living down the block. I walked with my iPod up loud, the music numbing my wild emotions. I sighed and closed my eyes, and allowed my body to finally relax. Music was my vice, it allowed me to return to normal and calm. I hummed along to "Lucy in the sky with diamonds" my feet stomping on the footpath in rhythm with my song. I turned off my iPod and slipped inside my workplace, tucking it into my bag as I walked past the counter and waved at Drew, my co worker. Drew was, if I was attracted to men, a woman's wet dream. He had short tousled brown hair, piercing green eyes and a naturally tanned and muscles body. He knew the affect he had on women and usually abused it unashamedly when flirting with customers. I waved to my boss through the office window as I stepped out the back. He gave me a stern smile, holding the phone to his ear. I rolled my eyes and went to my locker, tucking away my bag. Grabbing my time sheet I fed it through the machine to clock on. I adjusted my hair once more before walking out the door and behind the counter with Drew. My routine began with checking all the ingredients in the salad bay as Drew prattled to me about his "adventurous" weekend party, where he undoubtedly slept with many women. He was only 19 like me, but very much aware of his sexual allure. I shook my head and suppressed a grin at his antics. "Drew, honestly, do you ever think with your brain and not with your pants?" I sighed, allowing him a cheeky smile. "Would you like to see what my pants think of you, Fee?" He grinned, leaning back against the drink fridge. "Ha ha," I said, lifting my head as the door chimed for customers. A flock of giggly tanned girls walked to the sandwich bar and I smiled to them, stepping back before Drew swept me off my feet in his eagerness. I followed after him, making two sandwiches as he made two, and flirted with the customers. I actually don't mind him doing this as much as I give him shit about it. It allows me to do my job without having to talk to anyone. I wrapped my two sandwiches and handed them to the bimbos as Drew rung up the order and got a phone number out of it. The giggly girls left and I just shook my head at him. He had his shit eating grin on his face, thinking he had won something special. "Drew you and I both know getting a phone number from THEM isn't hard," I sighed, looking at him with my half smile. "Oh yeah? Then how come YOU never get any?" "Duh! I don't have a dick!" We both burst out laughing till our boss stuck his fat, blading head around the corner and frowned at us. ---- I was pacing the room, holding my phone to my ear as my mum lectured me on and on and on. I knew I should've just said I didn't hear from the University, but no. I put the phone on the table and walked down the hall into the bedroom and bathroom. Peeling off my sweaty uniform felt so good, I dug my feet into my shoes and kicked them into the corner. I hung my uniform back up on their hangers on the top of the shower stall and opened the shower door. As soon as the heated water cascaded down my body the stress of the day leaked out of me and down the drain. Being a Friday night I thought I might as well go out on the town. The tap squeaked slightly as I turned the blissful water off and pulled a fluffy white towel around my torso. I padded down the hall and picked up my phone, hearing dial tone and smirking. "Serves her right," I thought with a snarky smile as I scroll through my contacts. "HEY BABE!" My flamboyantly gay friend, Jason answered with flourish on the third ring. I giggled, "Hey hot stuff, fancy a trip to Bris-Vegas?" Unfortunately, Brisbane was the closest to Vegas us Australians got, but I didn't mind and neither did Jason. We flaunted our stuff no matter where we were. "I'm there like bees to honey," he all but squealed, "what time?" I grinned to my receiver "Meet you at Klub Kruise at eleven, dress slutty!" He chuckled, "Don't I always?" "Touché," I said as he hung up. I looked at my watch, I had little over an hour to get ready. I whirled around my room and bathroom putting on makeup to draw out my lips and eyes in a pouty "fuck me" look, with dark shadowy eye and red lipstick. I ruffled my hair, and put on my lacy black dress that clung to my skinny figure, and small boobs, but brought out my great ass. Scooping up my keys and clutch I bolted out the door in my two inch heels. Any more heel and my 5"9 frame towered over people too much for my liking. Plus the shorter the heel, the more comfortable it is to walk. The greatest thing about my small apartment is that it's in the heart of Brisbane, so it's a short walk to the nightclub strip. I rounded the corner as Jason stepped out of the cab. He grinned his prize winning smile at me. He had a stylised gay army man hair cut, short back and sides while fluffy and spiked up the top, iced with blonde streaks that brought out his boyish features and grey eyes. He had his tight blue skinny jeans and a white open v neck, looking hot as hell. I skipped to his side, placed my hand on his shoulder and stood on my tippy toes to kiss his cheek. His remarkable skinny and lightly toned body stands at 6"4. He smiled and spanked my butt lightly, "Well, aren't you just a sight for sore eyes," he waggled his eyebrows as he winked. "Back at ya, sugar," I winked back saucily, we both chuckled and walked to the door, waiting for entrance. I looped my arm through his as we waited and rested my head on his shoulder. Soon we were at the front of the line and handed our IDs to the bouncer, he eyed them and waved us through uninterested. It must suck working as a bouncer at a gay club if you're straight. We stepped into the almost black room, the dancers and the music making the floor vibrate slightly. Bright purple and blue lights lite the dance floor just enough to show people faces and bodies, but enough darkness for privacy. "Sister, I am so ready to get pounded tonight," Jason whispered in my ear as he grabbed my elbow and steered me to the bar. "Are you ever not ready?" I questioned as I leaned on the bar, folding my arms on the tabletop and waiting. "When I visit my grandmother, that's it I suppose." he said to me, his eyes scanning the heads in the room, landing on a person in the distance, "Oh yummy," he said, wandering off. I sighed and watched him go, rolling my eyes. That's the thing about clubbing with Jason, nothing ever holds his interest unless he can dry hump it. I swivelled my eyes back to the bar and tilted my head, spotting a new waitress. She had flaming red hair, the kind you only get from a bottle. It was layered and hanging down near her large C cup chest. Her hand flew over the bar, pouring shots like an expert and keeping a full smile on her lips. Her eyes appeared almost white, but surely they must've had colour, and heavily lined with eyeliner and an Egyptian style curl at the end of her eyes. She was gorgeous. Just as that realisation hit me her eyes swivelled to mine and she looked away just as quickly. I bit my lip and lowered my eyelashes in the alluring way I learnt could hook anyone. Soon a bartender was in front of me, grinning broadly. "Hey sugar, what can I getcha?" a coarse feminine voice asked. I raised my eyes and smiled sweetly at the butch bartender, her hair cropped short in a buzz cut and her arms easily the size of half my body. "A scotch on the rocks, please," I answered, causing the bartender to scoff slightly before fixing my drink and placing it in front of me. "No offence sweet thang, but you look more like a sugary drink girl," she grinned at me, holding the bar with both hands. "Looks can be deceiving," I flirted lightly, raising my eyebrows and winking slightly as I raises my glass and took a gulp. "True that." she said and wandered off to serve more people. I nursed my drink, finding a stool near me and sitting at the bar. I kept my eyes down so I wasn't staring at the new bar tender. Pretty soon my drink was empty and I had been staring at the ice melting. A slim pale hand reached out and swept away the empty glass, "Refill?" A voice questioned quietly. I glanced up into the almost white eyes of the new girl, raising my eyebrow. "Scotch on the rocks," I said, eyeing her sceptically. She laughed and nodded pouring my drink with a smirk, "Aren't you a little too young to be wasting your taste buds on this shit?" I raised an eyebrow and sneered at her, "Aren't you a little too new to be questioning others in the game?" She looked up at me, confused. "Whatever, princess. Enjoy you're "maturity"." she said with air quotes, placing the drink in front of me. I was about to snap back, but she had already moved on to other customers, talking and grinning easily. "Why are the hot ones always bitches?" I grumbled to myself as I downed the drink. I swivelled on my chair and walked out to the dance floor to find Jason and some hot beefed up thing grinding like their pelvises were melded together. I grinned at him as I passed and found a spot to gyrate my body. Soon I felt someone pressed up against me. I tilted my head back slightly on the shoulder of my companion, as a strong hand snaked its way onto my waist. The woman behind me was in her early twenties, with thick dark hair framing her face and curling down over her shoulders in big loose ringlets. Her wide green eyes were smoky and pinned on my body, as she held me to her grinding hips. I pressed my butt to her crotch, feeling her nipples harden through the sheer fabric of her red silk dress. I smiled slowly and lowered my eyelashes, give her a sultry look, and lowering my hand to hers on my stomach. She ran her tongue up the side of my ear slowly and flicked it around, before planting her lips on my neck. I groaned and moved my free hand up into her hair as her lips traveled along my neck. Suddenly she spun me around into her body. She had an inch on me with her heels, and I grinned, grinding against her. After a few nuzzles on my neck her hands slid down to my ass and took possession, her lips suddenly closing down over mine. She sucked greedily on my top lip and pushed her tongue into my mouth. I felt her slippery tongue roaming around my mouth and relaxed into the kiss, wrestling her tongue with mine and looping my arms around her neck. Her lips left mine with a soft gasp, looking into my eyes with dilated pupils, she smiled seductively. "Bathroom?" She didn't have to ask me twice. I nodded my head before she grabbed my arm. I spanked Jason and winked on my way to the bathroom, he nodded and winked before turning back to his man candy. As soon as we reached the bathroom she pushes me into the stall and locked the door. Her lips were ravishing mine before I could release my breath, I moaned in her mouth as our tongues continued their duel. I moved my hands around to her butt and squeezed and her hands grabbed my dress and pulled it up to my bra, she used one hand to pull down my panties, her mouth travelling down my neck to suck. I moaned and massaged her firm cheeks in my hands, gasping as her fingers travelled up and down my dripping slit. I grasped her butt tight and dragged her closer to me, her fingers worming into my hot centre. She pushed two fingers in and out of my tight hole, sucking and biting my neck as moans poured from my lips. I was writhing against the wall and feeling my orgasm build as her fingers slid up and pinched my clit, rubbing it hard. "FUCK!" I screamed in the stall, my body pushing off the wall and against her as my orgasm shook me. I coated her fingers in juices, my breath heavy and my body limp. I fell to my knees and lifted her skirt. She grinned down at me, sucking her fingers clean before hitching up her skirt. I stared at her red lace covered pussy, leaning my head forwards and traced my tongue over her swollen lips trough the fabric, feeling her moan above me. Her hands found their way to my head as she started thrusting on my face. I grabbed her hips and ran my tongue up and down her thong before tugging it down with my teeth. My tongue slid up and down her slit vigorously, her hot pussy was already dripping for me. I collected all her juices and drilled my tongue directly into her hole, thrashing it wildly. I plunged my tongue in and out of her a few more times, hearing her moans get louder, as she struggled to stay quiet. I dragged my tongue out and around her clit, roughly licking her before taking it in my teeth and sucking. Her hands in my hair clenched as her legs shook. She trusted against my face one last time before squirts of her juices hit my mouth and chin, dripping onto my chest. I stood up slowly as she panted, leaning on the wall for support. She pulled me forwards to her and kissed my lips before licking all her juices off my chin and chest. After we had straightened up she walked out with me and tucked a card into my clutch purse. She whispered in my ear, "Call me anytime, darlen,'" My eyes followed her as she collected her friends and strut out the door. I grinned to myself and walked to the bar feeling thoroughly satisfied. I sat down on a bar stool and placed my hands on the bar, it wasn't long before a bartender stood in front of me. I glanced up into the mocking pale blue eyes, "Perfect," I thought, struggling to not roll my eyes. "WELL, that was very mature of you," she smirked, wiping the table in front of me so she could whisper without being heard by anyone else, "gosh I hate to think how many times you've been in that bathroom if you've been in the game SO LONG," Allison Wonderland Ch. 01 I gritted my teeth against her accusations and glared up at her, "Wouldn't you like to know," I leaned in closer to her, heaing her breath catch and seeing the dilated pupils, I pressed my lips to her ear and muttered, "I've never had a complaint yet." I grinned leaning back in my stool and winked to her. She shot me an icy glare and looked at my neck, then my eyes. Jason was just appearing at my side with his arm looped through his mans when she spat back at me, "You have a hickey on your neck," If Jason wasn't there to grab my arm and pull me out the door I would've jumped the bar and gone for her throat. I was seething the whole way home, Jason being the gentlemen he is, walked me with his date for the evening. "How dare she, Jason! How DARE SHE?!" I ranted as I stomped down the street toward my apartment. I heard a soft giggle behind me and shushing sound followed by Jason muttering, "I know sweetie, I know," I screamed into the air and stomped my foot on the pavement, "She sits there calling herself a bar tender and judging me for my drink choice, then basically calls me a slut. She thinks I drink scotch just to look mature," I scoffed, crossing my arms over my chest. I felt Jason's large hand rubbing my back soothingly. "Come on babe, we are almost home. It's over now." He gently pushed me forwards with his large hand down the street and stopped at my apartment building entrance. He leaned down and kissed both my cheeks before ruffling my hair gently "Goodnight sweet cheeks, don't run yourself into a rut worrying about this girl" he said as his date whistled for a taxi. One pulled away from the traffic and stopping beside the pair. "I won't Jase, have a goodnight," I said with a faint smile, waving as I watched him climb in the taxi cab. I turned and unlocked my apartment entrance, climbing up the five floors of stairs to my door before collapsing inside my small home. I kicked off my shoes and dropped my bag with them, locking the door as I all but crawled the short distance to my bed. I laid on the covers and tossed and turned, angry thoughts swirling and taking over my mind. Curling into a ball I clutched either side of my head and growled. I closed my eyes and took deep breaths, in and out, trying to stop the thoughts nagging at my mind constantly. "Fuck it," slipping my long legs off the bed I went to my work bag and grabbed my iPod. With the sweet bliss of music pumping in my ears and blocking the tearing thoughts I could finally sigh, releasing my tension. I pressed my fingers gently into the back of my skull above my neck, rolling my head and shoulders. Carrying my iPod and humming gently I went back to bed. I slipped under the covers, drifting to sleep easily. I awoke with a slight pumping over my left eye, a soft thrum to remind me to control my anger. Rolling over my hand slipped under the covers, groping for my iPod and finding the cold metal. I switched it off and deposited it onto my beside table before I swung my legs off the bed. I stretched my neck then looked down at my body, seeing the dress from last night bunched around my chest from fitful sleep. Grabbing the hem I whipped it off my body and strode into the bathroom to wash my face. I scrubbed the sleep and make up off my eyes. I took off my sex soaked underwear and stepped into the shower. I tipped my head under the water, letting the stream run through my hair before washing it thorough. The doorbell chimed just as I was stepping out and I heard Sarah's hurried voice through the door, "Open up, bitch, I brought cupcakes!" A wide grin immediately spread over my face as I tucked a towel around me and darted into the hall to wrench open the door. Sarah posed with the cupcakes held out in front of her on a tray, pursing her lips. I giggled and waved her in. She winked as she walked past me in my short fluffy towel, "You were expecting me, I see," I laughed and followed her into the lounge room where she set the tray on the couch and plonked down beside it. "Oh sugar, you know I always dress my best for you," I stood in front of her, pinching my knees together and places my elbows on them as I bent in front of her. I pushed my chest as close together as I could and pouted for her till she giggled. I cupped her chin in my hand and brought her lips forward and planted a soft kiss on her lips, wishing I could keep kissing her forever. She smiled as I pulled away, "Good to see you babe. Sorry about the University..," "It's okay Hun, something else will come along, I know," I said as I trotted into my bedroom to pull on some shorts and a loose tee. As I walked back into the lounge, pulling a comb through my hair Sarah had started on the cupcakes. Her slender hand held out a flower frosted, half eaten cake as she chewed. I sat down beside her and took her hand in mine, pulling it to my mouth and taking the last half. Her finger caught between my lips as I sucked off the frosting from her fingertip. Her eyelids slowly lowered and she leaned towards me, before snapping out of it and drawing her hand back. "Um, well... To give you consolation cupcakes isn't the only reason I came over. I also wanted to talk to you about.. Well.. TAFE," I paused with a half eaten cupcake in my hand, turning to look at her with my eyebrows drawn together in confusion. "Wot?" I said with my mouth full, while raising my free hand to cover it. "Er, TAFE. It's an alternative option to university. I know you wanted to be a teacher, and a university degree is fancier, but you can still get a good teaching job from a TAFE degree, OR you can do the TAFE degree then go to university..." She trailed off with her head down, looking to the side at my cluttered art desk. I put down my half of the cupcake and swivelled my knees to face her more directly. My hands clenched and unclenched as I cleared throat. "If I do go to TAFE, W-will you help me.. Sarah?" A small strangled noise escaped her throat as she turned her body to face mine, half lifting one leg onto the seat of the couch. She knew I never asked for help from anyone, especially not close friends. I could see from her expression that she appreciated it, and it was overwhelming her. Suddenly her body launched across the small space between us, her torso pushing mine back against the arm of the chair with an audible thud. Her arms were squeezed around my neck, our bodies so close you couldn't slide a piece of paper between us. I felt her breath on my lips, her nose against mine as her words gushed out from her in one big rush. "Of course I will, Fee! You know I would do anything for you!" Her words cut off and she sucked in a big breath, suddenly her face seemed closer, her hair draped around us like a golden curtain. I saw her eyelids flutter as she looked deep into my eyes. Hey eyes slowly shut, and her nose pressed into mine then slid down onto my cheek. My lips were against hers before I could blink. It was the only natural reaction my body could compute. My eyes closed and my arms slid around her waist, holding her to my body as her lips parted. Her tongue slid out to dance along my top lip, causing me to gasp. My body felt frozen in place while her tongue worked its way past my lips to tentatively touch mine. Suddenly her weight left my body and my lips felt the cold air before my eyes could snap open. I could only glimpse her troubled face before she darted into the hallway and down into the kitchen. Slowly I slid off the couch and trod after her with caution. I grasped the doorway and slowly leaned over, seeing her in the corner with her hands covering her face. Walking over to her I gently placed my hand on her shoulder. Her hands slid away and she slowly lifted her head, looking on the very verge of tears. "I'm so sorry Fee, I didn't mean to kiss you like that. I don't know what came over me," "It's okay babe, I forgive you. Everyone makes mistakes," I forced a smile on my face, the pang of hurt from her words pulsing through my stomach. Of course she didn't want to kiss me. Of course she regretted it, after all she was straight. Our kisses would always just be a mistake to her. "You're right, Fee, you're always right. I'm so stupid," Punching her arm lightly, I grinned. "You're not even close to stupid so don't beat yourself up," "I don't need to, you're already doing it for me," she smirked, proud of her witty response as I snorted and giggled. "Okay, let's get down to business, how do I apply?" ------ After sitting in my computer for an hour, a steaming mug of chai tea wafting from under my hunched chin, I was feeling drained. We had read every course and application process and requirements the TAFE offered, and my mind was swimming with cluttered information. I scrubbed my fist into my eye sockets and lifted my mug once more to scold my tongue on the devilishly sweet mix. My head dropped lower, the long side of my hair dropping dangerously low to the steaming liquid. I shook myself and took another sip, looking over at Sarah. She looked buzzed and excited, she was in her element. "Are we done yet?" I whinged, slumping into her side and nuzzling her neck. A sure way to get her to do what I want. This move is like catnip to her. She frowned then turned slightly to face me, her head dipping to return my nuzzle along my jaw. I frowned, holding still as she worked her nose along my jawline; she had never done this before. Normally she just laughs and shrugs me off, she was definitely acting weird today. I pushed it aside and looked up at her blinking my wide brown eyes. "Nearly, baby, just hold out a few more moments. We just need to print this, fill it out then fax it to the TAFE. Gravy." she grinned at me, her lips poised over my cheek. "Yes... Gravy..." I glanced at her lips then back at her eyes, slowly moving myself away and standing up. I drained the last of my tea in one gulp and grabbed her empty mug. I carried both into the small kitchen and dumped both mugs in the sink with a clank. My hands gripped the sink so hard my knuckles were white, I took a few calming breaths and hung my head. Damn it... What was happening? She was normally the one brushing off my advances. A small hand crept around my waist and rested on my belly, her chin rested softly in my shoulder. "Are you sure you're okay with this baby? You don't have to go to TAFE," "I'm okay, I'm fine.. Really," Her fingers trailed gently over my stomach and her breath felt closer and closer on my neck. Soon her lips were pressed gently on my neck in a brief kiss. "Okay, well, lets sign this form then," her words brushed along my neck as she spoke and I shivered. My head nodded and I felt her draw away, catching my limp hand as she went and pulling me with her. I followed her slowly, still numb with confusion over what was happening. We sat down at the desk as the printer hummed and clanked, spitting out a few pieces of paper. Sarah gathered them up and pointed to each thing I needed to fill out and sign. I barely noticed when she was faxing them away. But, I did noticed when she sat on my lap and spun her arms around my neck. I snapped out of my daze and looked at her. "You did it, Fee!" she said, excitedly. "Yeah, all thanks to you," I half returned her smile and inched back slightly in my chair. I did love the girl to bits, but I hate being drawn to her. I hated that if she continued this way, I would fall for her, and she will draw away and go back to her man meat. "Okay, babe, hop up," I said, looking away as I pat her waist. She nodded, sliding off me and standing up. The printer/fax machine rang, then a piece of paper slid out the tray. Sarah darted over and grabbed the paper, her eyes darting over the fine printed words. "It's from the TAFE, it's a list of orientation dates that you need to go to.. I think this means you're in, babe!" she grinned at me, squealing in excitement. I smiled back, her joy was very infectious. ----- We were curled up on my small couch, watching a chick flick she insisted on, with her head on her shoulder. I had my arm wound around her waist, looking down to her eyes. We both jumped as her phone shrilled, she sat up immediately and dug it out from her pocket. She smiled briefly at me as she flicked the answer button and raised it to her ear. "Oh, hey Mark," Great... Her boy toy was probably wondering why her legs weren't wrapped around his waist. "No, no, I'm just hanging out with Felicity," her voice raised slightly, her eyebrows pulling together in worry over the raised voice coming through the speaker. "Mark, calm down, I'll come right home now," I sighed and slumped back in the couch, raising my eyebrows as I looked at her. She presses the end button and stared at her phone for a while before turning to look at me. "I.. I'm sorry Fee, I have to go," "I know," I said, my voice strained with anger as I turned back to the tv. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her head nod in defeat before gathering her stuff and walking to the door. Her faint goodbye reached my ears before the soft closing of the door. I sighed in frustration and turned the tv off. I walked into the kitchen and made myself a sandwich for dinner. Loneliness nearly crippled me as I sat alone at my table. Being with Sarah had made me feel complete, apart of something. I just needed someone to be with. I ate half my sandwich and went into my bathroom to shower, after throwing the other half away. After I had a shower I dropped naked on my bed, reaching over to set my alarm, I feel asleep without my pyjamas. The shrill tone of my alarm woke me out of my dream, I dreamt about Sarah again. About her long hair streaming as we ran along the beach and through the water, laughing till we had nothing left but to collapse. I reached over and hit the snooze button, dragging my legs out then my body. My fingers dug into my eyes as I hunched over, sitting on the edge of my bed. A wave of undefined sadness smothered me, covering me and everything I had. I felt the sobs shaking my chest as I pushed my palms into my eyes and tried to fight it. A few shaky breaths later and I had control enough to stand up, at least. I stood next to Drew at the shop, going through the motions of cleaning every spot and niche I could find, feeling empty and like a shell. Drew noticed straight away, he always gives me a look when I'm in this state, but he didn't say anything. He just sat there watching as I cleaned the place spotless. We had a silent agreement that when I was in these moods he would deal with as many customers as he could while I kept the place neat. He came up behind me and placed his massive man hand on my shoulder. I jumped slightly at the contact but kept my head down, scrubbing the bench. "Liss, it's clean. Come on, you've been scrubbing the same spot for ten minutes. Tell me what's wrong," My chin raised as I glanced over my shoulder at him, sighing and dropping my eyes. "Sarah was acting all lovey yesterday, I can't deal with it again. But I can't just drop her, she's my best friend" "It's probably nothing, she'll let it go. I bet she'll be back to normal within the week, just stop stressing," I nodded but went back to my cleaning. This feeling wasn't easy to shake without music and it's best to just work it off. By the end of the shift I was thoroughly exhausted. I waited by the door as Drew flicked off the lights and shut up, locking the doors with a padlock. He stooped down in front of me in a crouch, holding his arms out to the side like wings. Grinning, I leaped onto his back, my arms around his strong neck as he stood up. I squealed slightly and wound my legs around him. He always gave me piggy pack rides to cheer me up. He deposited me back at my apartment, and I went upstairs to make myself some pasta for dinner. Later that night when I was in bed I was scrolling through my phone, Sarah had left a few messages and Mum sent one. I dropped my phone on my bed beside me and curled up on my side, falling deep asleep almost instantly. ----- A week later Sarah and I stood outside the TAFE with the other students milling around. She clutched my hand and lead me to a hallway with a line of classrooms, above one door said "EDUCATION". She smiled and turned to me, leaning in to peck my lips once. "Good luck," she whispered, squeezing my shoulders and pushing me in the door. I went in and found a dozen or so others, some standing some sitting in groups. Most were girls, with a small cluster of guys standing around and joking. A few glanced up as I made my way to the back, sitting at the second last bench. I pulled out a pen, watching the students and twirling it around my fingers. Finally everyone seemed to take their seats when it was five minutes to nine, and the last of the students filled in. Soon there was only a few seats left, and the professor walked in. He was tall with ink black hair, going grey on the sides. He wore a plain grey suit and a blue tie. He was undeniably handsome. Just before he shut the door, a blur of red blocked the way and squirmed in. The waitress from the bar stood in the doorway and smiled uneasily at the professors before walking to the benches. I saw her glance around at all the students before her eyes narrowed on mine, still perfectly made up with eyeliner, as if she had it tattooed on her. She half smiled half smirked and strutted down the aisle, sitting on the seat beside mine. I kept my eyes forwards, scowling as I twirled my pen around my fingers. I listened to the professor as he introduced himself as Mr. Smith and went over the curriculum. She cleared her throat, but I kept my eyes forward. I was by all means, still furious with our first encounter. Soon I felt the pen leave my fingers, and I growled in my throat. I turned my head and leered at her, ready to snatch my pen back. She had a dazzling smile on her face and was spinning my pen in her fingers. "I would've expected someone as mature as you to have done this course already," her smile only increased as she mocked me. My hand clamped over hers, stealing my pen back as I glared at her, "I didn't think they let dogs into TAFE." That did it. All I saw was her face contort from a smile to a full out snarl, her arm raised and her fist snapped forwards into my cheek. I was flung back off my chair and against the wall, groaning as I slid down a bit. She was on me before I could move. Her body against mine, grabbing my hair and pulling it harder to the wall. One moment there was blistering pain in my hair and head, the next moment she was being pulled away by the professor. Her eyes were crazed as she watched me, before sagging slightly and looking away. A hand reached under my arm and helped me stand up and I saw one of the male students holding me. His lips were moving and the background was fuzzy. Straightening my legs I stood fully and brushed him off, nodding and saying thanks. Mr. Smith grabbed my arm, holding the red head in the other and dragged us both out the door, yelling orders at the students. I groaned and lowered my head. Great. All the effort Sarah put into getting me here would be wasted, I'd be kicked out the first day. I felt the tears welling in my eyes and sniffed, the red head glanced my way, clearly shocked. It looked like she was going to say something before we were stopped outside a door. Mr. Smith knocked on the door and waited with us, holding our shoulders in a vice-like grip. The door opened with a creak and the old Headmaster stood in the door. She had a crows nose and her white hair was pinned back in a tight bun. She glanced at the two of us and stood aside. Professor Smith explained what he saw before he went back to orientation and we were left sitting in two hard plastic chairs opposite the crows desk. Allison Wonderland Ch. 01 "Okay, let's see, who do we have here?" She said in a stern voice, folding her hands on the desk and staring down at us. I cleared my throat and put on my best innocent look, "Felicity Gray," She smiled very slightly then turned her sharp grey eyes to the red haired girl. Raising my head slightly higher, I realised that I didn't actually know we name. "Allison Matthers," she said in her high clear voice, her eyes remained straight ahead even with my gaze boring into her. "Ah." The Headmaster said, swivelling on her chair to the filing cabinets behind her and pulling out a draw. Her fingers briefly flicked through the piles before pulling out a slip. It didn't look too menacing... Maybe we wouldn't be suspended... She placed the form on the desk and grabbed a ball point pen, poising it over the sheet of paper. "Now, who would like to go first?" I looked down at my feet as Allison spoke up beside me. "She called me a dog, so I reacted," I turned and glared at her, my voice raising an octave in angry as I gripped the chairs seat. "You were mocking me first!" Her eyes turned to mine coolly, her voice spoke daggers "I was just saying I thought you would have finished you're classes already," I gaped. This was so unfair! She was turning it on me! "You still hit me!" I said, pointing to the angry welt I could feel growing on my cheek. Shrugging her shoulders she turned back to the Headmaster, "I was provoked. She called me a dog." The Headmaster pen was furiously scribbling across the lines, filling in our details and accounts. Finally she looked up and placed the piece of paper in her drawer. "Well ladies, I am not pleased. It is the first day of orientation. You should be setting an example for how the rest of the year will go, and if this is what it will be like, you might as well clear out now. However, I will give you a chance. I do not want to hear of anymore arguments or physically violence, because god help you you will be out of my institute so fast you won't have time to object." We both nodded mutely and looked at the ground. Because of Allison I was already on thin ice. I'd hate to think what Sarah would say... "Now," the Headmaster continued, "as for your punishment, you will report to detention for two weeks after lectures start, and on every report, every activity, every class group you will be partners. You will learn to tolerate each other and get along." We both frowned at her, Allison opened her mouth to object, but then thought better of it. Finally we both nodded, accepting our fate. The Headmaster nodded once and gestured to the door, dismissing us. We walked in silence back to the front of the school, orientation already over for the day. Many students milled around out the front of the building, chatting and making new acquaintances. She turned and glared at me, grabbing the strap of my shoulder bag and pulling me to her chest. I felt her large breasts press firmly into mine and her breath on my jaw. She was just shorter than me in her spikes heels, but she was way more menacing. I swallowed slightly and looked into her eyes. "You nearly got me expelled!" She hissed, her face so close I had no option but to look in her eyes. Her eyes were so pale blue that they almost looked completely colourless. Suddenly I was intoxicated. Intoxicated with her, with her scent, her colours, her makeup, her breath on my cheek. My eyes flicked to her mouth and back to her eyes, slowly lowering my eyelids. My lips parted on their own and I inched slightly closer to her. Her body changed, sensing my reaction. She twisted to mould her body to mine perfectly, her head tilted towards my lips as if waiting for a kiss. Slowly her hand trailed down my strap and around to my hip, holding me in place. Her pupils had widened and her eyes became darker blue, it was the most erotic thing I'd ever seen. And it all happened within a two second time space. I blinked then stepped back, trying my hardest to glare at her. "Me? I did jack shit, you punched me!" I saw her looking confused then blinking out of her daze, she sneered at me. "Just stay out of my way, Felicity," I will never understand how she twisted my name to sound like an insult but also a soft caress. Before I could figure her out she had turned on her stiletto heels and left, leaving me feeling angry but more then a little bit turned on. ----- To be continued ----- Allison Wonderland Ch. 02 Authors note: Hey guys! Thanks for all the kind words and encouragement for my first story and adventure. Just a warning if you haven't read chapter one, maybe do so. Also, this is a long story, with sex at the very end. Want a quick fix? This probably isn't the story for you. This story Is slightly more darker then the other, but stick to it, hopefully it excites :) ---- "FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!" I screamed, storming from room to room and slamming my doors, I knew the tenants and landlord would be angry but I was seething. It had been a month. A whole month of HER. Every time I turned around she was there with a nasty comment or prank to pull. I couldn't even visit the club on Saturdays when she worked; it was too frustrating and distracting. But she was smart, and she always kept under the radar, but I wasn't one to back down easily. Where she had a comment, I had a snappy comeback; where she had her foot out to trip me, I had my arm out to drag her down. We had been boiling under each other's skins for a month and I was at exploding point. I turned and raised my fist to punch a hole through my wall but paused. I couldn't afford to fix it, and I sure as hell couldn't do it myself. My anger dissolved slightly and I was able to turn on my heel and walk down the hall. My reflection caught my eye as I turned into my room and my anger rose once again. Hair sticking up at all angles, it suddenly made sense why everyone was snickering and pointing at me at TAFE. The strands had a very sickly green colour and were curled into mess. She had messed with the can of hairspray I kept in my bag, I know it. I just don't know HOW she did it. But it didn't matter; I'd get her back... But it would take time. Hatred and lust are funny things, such a thin line separating the two that they often mix. One day you find yourself grinding your teeth at a bad habit, the next you're moaning to it. As long as I knew this logic, I justified to myself why she turned me on... More then I'd like to admit. It was nearly time for work and I had to fix my hair. God knows I couldn't go in like this. I shrugged out of my red jumper and form fitting black tee-shirt. My black skirt and matching panties followed till I stood in my faded converse shoes. I kicked them and my socks of and turned on the shower. Stepping into the stream was, like always, a long awaited heaven. I always loved my showers, especially after a stress filled day. The stream of liquid heat travelling down my muscles and skin was pure ecstasy. I dipped my head and poured shampoo on my hair, scrubbing and scrubbing till the water was pooling green at my feet. I sighed and continued to scrub until the water was clear and my hair was brown again. Damn her, I cursed as I turned off the water and stepped out, fixing a towel around my waist and blow drying my hair. My uniform never felt so good, I put it on and hurried downstairs to get to work before I was late. If I was fired I would so kill her. I drummed my fingers on the work bench and looked at Drew. He was whistling as he scrubbed the oven. I had to roll my eyes; he obviously had a good night. "What was her name?" "Hmm... It was either... Jessica or Jacky, it definitely started with "J"... Maybe Jodie?" he continued to whistle before pulling his head out and grinning to me, his arms covered in pink rubber gloves and grease. "Blondes do have more fun," he winked. I just groaned and turned back to the front, slumping down onto the counter. I knew I wasn't hot, but I was definitely pretty, cute at a stretch but I am too tall for cute. But I hadn't been laid in weeks. I had a few offers but they just didn't catch my interest. Which was weird, Jason always joked that a wild cat could catch my attention. He then always followed that up with a "pussy" pun. Drew looked over his shoulder at me and smiled. He always somehow knew what was going on with me. "Dry spell, princess?" I shrugged my shoulders and stood up straight, leaning my hip on the cash register, "I just... I'm not interested in anyone,"... Well that was a lie. He gave me a sad smile, "Sarah?" "It's not her this time. Maybe it's just stress from TAFE," Lie, Lie, Lie, Lie. He patted my shoulder with his elbow, the only clean part of his arm, and went back to scrubbing. Drew never pushed for details and I loved that about him. He understood silently that I just needed space sometimes. I served customers with a fake smile that I had mastered and time seemed to drag on, Wednesday nights were our slowest. Suddenly the bell ringed and I looked up into ice blue eyes. She smiled slowly and calmly at me, her eyes travelling up and down my outfit slowly. Drew came to my side and flicked his gaze from me to Allison before clearing his throat. She continued to grin like a Cheshire Cat and slowly folded her arms over her chest. "Oh how cute, you make sandwiches for a living, look at your little outfit," I glared at her and snorted, "And you being eye candy for a living is much better? You're like an underpaid stripper who gives out the occasional drink." Her eye twitched but the cold smile stayed on her face. "I would like and chicken sandwich," she stood with her arms folded, smiling. I gave her a blank look, "what bread?" She grinned and tilted her head innocently, "What kind of bread do you have?" "Italian herb, white, multigrain, three grain, soy and lien and honey soy," "Hmmm...." She drawled, tapping her chin with a long red fingernail and then smiled at me, "white please," I grabbed the white bread and laid two slices on the board, placing chicken on one slice. "Any extra meat?" "How much does it cost?" I stared at her, while gritting my teeth, I'd dealt with difficult customers before. "One dollar for ham and bacon; one fifty for white or red meat." She smiled and pointed at the salad bar, loaded with fresh salads, "I want that, that, that, that and that," her finger slid over the glass with a squeak with everything she pointed at. Drew chuckled softly under his breath and tried to play it off as I cough. I bent my foot back and kicked his shin, earning a soft grunt. "I'm sorry, MA'AM, I didn't catch that. Will you use the names of the ingredients?" my voice was sickly sweet with forced cheer. She glared briefly at me before smiling again, "Sure!" her voice was overly cheery, imitating me, when she answered, "lettuce, rocket, carrot, beet root, cheese and carrot with a touch of onion." I frowned at the sandwich as I filled it with the ingredients I have in mine, putting a bit of onion on top. I looked up and watched as she opened her mouth to complain then shut it. She glanced up at me under her lashes, "and olives." I added a few olives to the sandwich, staring at her as my hand moved mechanically. She stared back at me, slightly confused as her head titled to the left. We were staring at each other for a good two minutes before Drew, obviously finished with the oven, cleared his throat and spoke up. "Sauces, salt and pepper?" He said with a smirk in his voice. I kept my eyes on her but I could tell when he was being mocking. Her blue eyes slid to him before returning to mine, "Mayonnaise," her voice soft and intense. I nearly shivered, having to close my eyes and glance away for a minute and look back at her. I lowered my eyes and mentally shook myself; we are enemies, not lovers. And I want nothing to do with her. Except to taste every inch of her sweat soaked body. I shook my head again and added the mayo, clearing my thoughts from the bad images. I put the sandwich together, cut it and wrapped it, and put it in a logo printed bag. Drew took her money as I kept my eyes down. Sliding the bag onto the counter, I kept my eyes forwards and walked out the back. I waited until I heard the bell of the door ding before walking back out to see Drew with a shit eating grin on his face. "Stress from TAFE, huh?" He grinned wider. "Oh shut it," I said, my face flushing deep red. ---- Drew had gone home early, leaving me to finishing closing. I had just stepped out of the shop and was locking the back door when a shadow covered me from behind. The shriek had left my mouth as a hand clamped over it. My body was spun around, the fear felt like cold water running in my veins. As my back slammed into the door I looked into the amused blue eyes of Allison. My eyes fluttered slowly and I leaned heavily on the door, gasping against her hand. She pressed her body to mine and held me to the door as she gently eased her hand away. "You're even cuter when you're scared," I rolled my eyes, "ha ha, now let me go Allie, I have to get home," "Allie?" She raised her eyebrows, her hands sliding onto my hips gently. "Al-Allison. Whatever. Let me go," "And what if I don't want to?" She muttered, leaning in close to my lips, taking my air with each breath. My eyes bore into hers, not being able to answer her question. My breath was shared with hers and my heart rate was still above normal. We leaned on the door and her arms gathered me up, one leg sliding between my own. I heard my throat catch as she pushed me to the door and pulled me closer at the same time. I watched her eyes darken and her pupils dilate the same way they had a month ago. A tiny whimper escaped me and she pushed her nose beside mine and covered my lips with hers. I felt fully engulfed by her, her body felt like it was covering mine and my being. Her tongue flicked over my lips gently before she pulled back and bit my lip harshly. I recoiled hard and my head banged against the door. She chuckled and pecked my lips once more as I swore heavily. "Thanks for the sandwich," she whispered on my lips before releasing me and walking away. I was too stunned to follow her, or question her. What the fuck? Did she wait for me to finish just to kiss me and bite? She makes no sense. I walked home slowly, my hand on my bag and can of mace, with my iPod on soft. Even if it was a short walk you could never be too cautious. ---- "I fucking. Hate. These things." I grunted through clenched teeth, looking around through the haze of cigarette smoke and bodies tightly packed. Sarah fidgeted by my side and clasped my elbow with her free hand, turning me to look pleadingly in my eyes. "I... I know Fee but- Mark.. He loves these... A-and you're the only one I can talk to," she hopped from foot to foot, her hand jigging with her red solo cup of cheap beer. Neither of us drink much; especially not this cheap excuse of beer, and I certainly stay away from house parties like the plague. But Mark had dragged Sarah and Sarah asked me. Lord knows I can't stay away from her, as much as I try. She gave me a weak smile and scanned the crowd; she bobbed her head and sipped her beer, trying to look like she wanted to be here. I sighed, shaking off her hand and dumping my cup in the bench behind me "Give it up, Sar. I know you don't want to be here and you know Mark is nowhere to be seen," She shivered and turned to me, her blue eyes wide, she looked almost scared "Oh, I know Fee" she put on a fake smile and laughed, "I'm just trying to have fun," "Uh huh" I said with an eye roll, crossing my arms and leaning back against the counter. Sarah had always dressed herself up for her boyfriends but this time was different, she was wearing a tight black dress that fit like an extra skin and pushed her cleavage up to exploding point. Her matching black heels looked new... and expensive. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, with her long ringlets following down her back, and she wore simple gold hoops in her ears. I looked around the crowded and noticed many easy looking girls wearing the same short dresses and skirt, with heels. The men were dressed casually in jeans and tee shirts, some even wearing singlets. It seemed like a very casual party so I wondered why Sarah dressed herself up so much. Maybe it was a special occasion for her and Mark and that's why she was nervous. I looked down at my own jeans, black and skin tight, cupping my firm ass, and my singlet top with beads around the neckline. Smart but casual. As always I wore my converse, I wore them everywhere I could get away with, they were so comfortable. Over my singlet I wore my small leather jacket, cut nicely midway up my back and curving to zip up from my belly button height. My eyes returned to Sarah as I saw her shiver, there was a slight chill to the air. With her thin body and small clothes, she could definitely feel it. I sighed and slid off my jacket, holding it open for her. She looked so fragile as she smiled at me and stepped into the jacket. She pushed her arms through with her back to me and I curled the sides around her, pulling her back against me in a hug as I zipped it up. Sarah sighed and leaned against me, tremors slowing slightly as she warmed in my arms. I felt her head drop against my shoulder as we watched the crowd and I held her to me. Something caught my eye and I turned my head slightly, seeing Mark. My hand rose to show Sarah before I paused, noting what he was doing. I saw him barely through the crowd as he stepped out of a room, adjusting his zipper. My thoughts naturally turned to bathroom before a girl stepped out behind him, wiping her lips and pulling her skirt down. Before I could tell Sarah the girl had left and Mark had stepped up to his buddies. Growling low in my throat I watched as he high fived a few of them and turned to grab his beer. I spun Sarah around with me, so she faced my chest; the party behind me in the lounge room. She was leaning on the bar table at the edge of the kitchen. She looked up to me, clutching my singlet in shock at the growl and the sudden switch. I kept her in front of me, blocking her line of view to Mark. "What's going on?" Her voice wavered slightly. "Nothing, we are leaving," I said darkly, looking down at my phone I pulled from my pocket. "We are?" A deep voice asked behind me, signaling Marks arrival. He has awful timing. Or I do. I kept thumbing through my phone for the number of the taxi company, holding Sarah's hip in place in front of me. She squirmed and slid out to hug Mark, while I glared daggers at him. He smiled at me and grabbed her ass. "Yes, we are, come on Sarah," I said in my low menacing voice. Mark looked at her and raised his eyebrows, "Well?" She sat there opening and closing her mouth, looking between Mark and me before closing her mouth and looking at me. Her eyebrows rose in sympathy and she held Marks hand. "I-I'll stay here with Mark, Liss... B-but you go on if you want to go home. We'll catch up tomorrow?" I stared at her a long time before clicking my phone off and turning and walking to the door. I couldn't tell her what I saw; even if she did believe me it'd break her heart. But I couldn't let that scum bag get away with cheating, so easily too. He had no guilt at doing it, after telling Sarah to dress as his whore. I had no doubt that his suggestions were the reason for her sudden dress change. I stepped out onto the porch and clicked on my phone, just as a voice rose from the darkened side of the porch. "Well, look who it is," I sighed recognizing the voice instantly, and continued to stare at my phone, raising it to my ear and waiting for the taxi company to answer. A small red light floating in the corner of my vision indicted Allison was out here for a cigarette, and not just a spawn of Satan to show up at the worst times. But we couldn't rule that one out too early. I saw the light fall then splutter with the thud of her shoe. She floated over to me, clad in a pleated leather skirt and fishnets. As she came closer I saw her typical stilettos and tight grey sweater under a thigh length leather jacket. She was the image of dirty sex with her red hair tousled and dark eye makeup. I had to force my eyes to stay forwards as I got the recording machine and redialed. She walked to my side and trailed her fingertips up my shoulder, laughing softly beside me as I flicked her hand away. "You won't reach them, not on a Friday night this late. The lines will be strung for hours." I grimaced, getting recording machine again and hanging up. My arm was aching to throw the phone, as I gritted my teeth and willed my arm to stay by my side. I shook with the tension of having her at my side and keeping my anger level. I closed my eyes breathing deeply. My grip eased and I slid my phone into my jeans pocket, sighing. "Look Allison, I'm very much not in the mood for games, so just leave me alone," She raised her eyebrow and slid herself between me and the rail of the porch, a very thin gap dividing us. "And how will you get home?" I scowled and looked away from her, down the street, "I'll walk" "Don't you live close to your sandwich shop?" She asked innocently, leaning closer. I stared at her slowly raising an eyebrow. What. The. Fuck? How did she know where I lived? How accurate was her knowledge about where I lived? Did she follow me? All these thoughts raced through my head while she just smiled and chuckled at me. "Relax, sugar, I saw you walking home from your shop that night so I assumed you couldn't live far... Unless you like walking for hours" I frowned and turned my eyes back to the road, rolling my shoulders, "It won't take that long," She scoffed, "It would take half an hour by car, let alone foot. Come on, I'll drive you," Glaring at her I refused to fall for her trick, "No. You'll probably leave me in a desert somewhere," "Now why would I do that?" She asked innocently. "Because you're a bitch, and we hate each other," "We do?" She stared at me, unblinkingly and innocently with her hands in front of her crotch. She looked 100% fuckable. My mind clouded with images of forcing her around and bending her over the railing of the porch before I mentally shook myself and grit my teeth. "Yes. We do." I walked down the porch steps, unsurprised to hear her following. My fists clenched while she walked behind me to the street before climbing in her black Mini Cooper, it looked older, but still amazing. I keep walking as I heard the engine turn and the car creep up beside me. She leaned over the passenger seat and looked out the half open window. "Felicity, Get in or I'll run you down," "Oh, that REALLY makes me want to get into the car with the maniac who beats me up and tells me to stay away but then kisses me." I paused and turned to the car, my vision clouding red with anger. "What the fuck is your deal anyway? Why are you such a bitch? And why are you hell bent on toying with me? I don't want this, and I don't want you in my life. Leave me alone." She looked briefly hurt before turning off the car and jumping out. She walked around to my side and raised her hand. The slap could've echoed down the street for all I know. Pain erupted in my cheek and my vision blacked out momentarily. "WHAT THE FUCK?" I screamed at her and punched her in the nose. My fist collided with her nose and she fell back against her car as I fell back clutching my hand. Her body lurched forwards and she tackled me, blood streaming down her face. I felt it, hot and wet trickling down onto my lips and chin as she hovered above me. Her fist hit my stomach and the breath left my lungs in a gust. The pain ached deep in my muscles as she laid into me with her fists. I managed to lift my arms and shove her off me heavily. I swung myself onto her and punched her cheek and shoulder. Boy she was strong. She tossed me off her body like a sack of potatoes and sat up, ready to launch once more. I scrambled up to my feet and backed away with a limp, having twisted my ankle in the fall. The pain thumped up my body and I grimaced, raising my hand to my swollen cheek and busted lip. Allison Wonderland Ch. 02 She stood too, looking slightly pained and swollen but otherwise unaffected. I saw her advance towards me and hurriedly stepped back as far as I could, leaning against a fence, trapped. In a sudden wash her features were clear of any hostility and she just looked broken and sorry. I didn't let it fool me, her innocence. I could never let her get my guard down again. "Felicity..." Her voice wavered slightly on my name as she took a slow step forwards. "No. Don't come closer. Just stay right there," I growled at her, reaching in my pocket for a tissue. My hands came up empty as I saw her slowly draw a tissue from her jacket. "Please..." She whimpered softly, inching towards me. "Not a chance." I said, pushing off the fence, I kept the distance between us and walked to the side walk. My foot dragged with pain in every second step, and I clutched my side against the throb of agony. Her Mini once again pulled up beside me, and she followed me down the street, crawling along. "Felicity, please. You can get in the back, and I won't even look at you or say a word. I swear. I swear to God. You can't walk home in this state," "This state you put me in?" I turned to her, my voice like a whip as the tears of pain slid down my cheeks. She flinched but had the decency to nod, "Please, Felicity. Please," I stared at her long and hard before climbing slowly into the back seat, leaving my seat belt off for a quick getaway. She visibly relaxed as she pulled away from the curb and drove to SAMs shop. I watched out the window and muttered directions to her, otherwise not saying anything. We arrived at my apartment block and she pulled up, turning the car off. I stared at her as she unbuckled and went to step out. "Where are you going?" I spat at her, watching her closely. "I'm helping you into your apartment," I shook my head so hard I nearly got a headache, "No way. You aren't coming into my home," She walked around the car and opened the door, holding a hand out. I shoved it away and stood up. And almost passed out. The sudden weight on my foot sent a searing bolt of pain and heat up my leg and body, causing me to gasp and fall back in tears. She caught my elbow and held me effortlessly. "You need help up the stairs" she said stubbornly as I shook off her elbow. "I don't need your help, and I don't need you!" I growled at her, shoving away her and entering the main lobby. I grasped the railing of the steps and placing my uninjured foot first. Pulling my body up I eased my swollen ankle onto the next stair and tried to lift my weight. My body shook with effort before leaning down ever so slightly. Immediately pain rocketed up my joint and leg, I bit my lip. A sob wrecked through my chest and I twisted and fell on my ass on the stairs. Allison's shadow towered over me as the moon shone in through the glass doors of the lobby. She stood in front of me before crouching down and reaching out slowly, like a person approaching a dog. At that moment I was a dog, hurt emotionally and physically, abandoned and no way to get home. Her fingertips gently touched my chin, easing it up to look into her eyes. I tried to keep my eyes down but it didn't keep. Tears still blurred my vision as I slowly looked up into her faded blue eyes. They were filled with sadness and compassion. I felt her gently raise a damp tissue to my face and dab at her dried blood. She stared into my eyes in between looking at the blood to clean. She balled up the tissue and tucked it away, her hand still holding my face up. Her throat cleared softly and my eyes dropped, broken from the spell and slowly welling with fresh tears, "Felicity, I can either call your friend from the shop, or your other friend you talk about nonstop to help you, or you can let me help you. I promise, I promise to everything I have, I won't hurt you" She released my chin and dropped both her hands to mine, clasping them against her chest and squeezing them. I looked away and remained silent; my voice wasn't working right now. This is always what happened, I got angry, I hurt or I break things, then I felt empty and colourless. Nothing but an empty body in the world, or a book unread and forgotten in a bookshelf. I stared at the floor as tears continued to grow and fall down my cheeks. She stood up and reached under my arm, slowly lifting me to my feet. Ducking down she swooped under me, before lifting me up into her arms like a child, one arm around my back, one under my legs. She carried me all the way up to my apartment until I numbly opened the door with my keys and slid out of her arms onto one foot. The hallway acted as a cane as I hopped into my home, my hand on the wall. I turned to face her in the doorway and stared at her. "Goodbye," I said, my voice cracking from the dryness in my throat. My hand was ready to swing to door shut before she grabbed it and stepped up to me. "Felicity let me help you," "You've done enough Allison," I said coldly and turned, waiting for the door to slam. Her warm hand spread on my back and I heard the door close. She half pushed, half guided me into the living room and I was too numb and pained to fight back. My backside hit the couch and before I could protest she was off into my bedroom in search of the bathroom. She came back carrying my small first aid kit and a jug of water which she thrust in my hand. I drunk greedily before turning my eyes to her and watching, placing the jug at me feet. Bolts of pain shot up and down my leg as she pulled off my converse and rolled up the left side of my jeans. Her hands were amazingly soft and graceful as she bound up my ankle tight, muting some of the throbbing. She slid up onto her knees between my legs and tugged off my singlet in one pull before I could blink. Not that I cared, I just gazed out the window at the full moon as she tried to bound my torso that was blooming with bruises. Her tongue clicked and tutted while she worked, eventually moving up to my face. Her cold fingers touched my cheek and I recoiled immediately. My eyes stayed on hers wearily as she put a patch on my bruised cheek and wiped the remaining blood and dirt off my face. "Sit," I ordered her firmly. She looked surprised, but too guilty to refuse as she moved up to sit beside me. I grabbed a free cloth and dipped it in the water jug. I raised it to her face, my free hand holding her chin and I cleaned her nose and the gash across it, I assumed was from my nail. At least the blood wasn't from a break. Placing a bandaid over the gash I made sure all the blood was gone from her face and neck. She held still for me, only her eyes moving. They were ghostly pale in the moon light and a little bit scary, ringed in dark blue. Seems as I only got two hits on her stomach I was sure she was fine. I bent over the couch and packed up the kit and placed it on the coffee table. She remained still the whole time until I sat back and looked at her. "I'm sorry," she muttered, "I'm sorry for everything. I have no excuse for treating you so awfully that night at the bar, and no excuse for ever raising my hand against you," I looked away from her and she moved closer, touching my cheek gently until I pulled away from her. "Goodnight Felicity," she said softly, raising off my couch and walking out the door. ---- I did my best all week to sit as far away from her as possible in TAFE and not look at her. Occasionally I felt her eyes bore into me before she turned away. She never showed any other signs that she cared so I shrugged it off. I never want to be in an abusive relationship, ever, so it was really better for me not to talk to her. But because we were partners for TAFE, we had to eventually talk, or work. Each day I stayed at the far end of the desk and clicked away at the laptop, writing up the written notes we had and extending them, as she read her book at the other end and took more notes. As each day passed she seemed to get colder and colder, slipping in more snide comments or trying to trip me when I walked past. This only made me ignore her more, this time I didn't indulge in her games, I just turned away. About three weeks after the incident I was at my locker, talking on the phone to Sarah. She was talking quietly on the receiver, and was shutting down all my comments about Mark and loading him with praise. This was odd for her, she was usually very independent, not one of those girls who swoon over their men like brainless zombies. "Sarah, what the hell? He's an idiot and he's not worth your time. You're dating white trash," I was thoroughly annoyed at her now. "He isn't white trash! He's even handing out resumes to get a job, Fee! He wants to provide for me," I just snorted, "Whatever Sarah, he'll hurt you if you keep up this golden image of him," "Why, because he's a man and you aren't?" I could've snapped my phone in half, "No, Sarah. Cause he cheated on you. At that party I saw him leaving a room with a girl," "That doesn't mean anything; they could've been talking," "Yeah, "talking" with their pants off," I heard a soft sniffle on the other line before it went dead. I swore under my breath and dropped my phone into my locker while grabbing my Early Education: English edition textbook. I never meant to hurt her or let her know like that. She knows how to push my buttons. My hand was just reaching into my locker when the metal door swung and slammed into my fingers. I snapped them back with a yelp and turned to the force of the door slam. Allison smirked and held out a few papers to me before dropping them on the ground to her leather encased feet. I always admired her shoes and boots but at this moment I could've spat fire on them. "Oops, dropped them," she said innocently before stepping back. I glared at her before bending down and scooping up the few papers and sliding them into my folio. "Thank you." I spat before turning and strutting away from her. Of course she kept up easily. "Do you always stoop for others? Or is that just me?" She chirped in my ear, all but skipping along my side. I ignored her and kept walking. Just half a block, then I'll be out of reach in the next class. Unfortunately as we were both doing elementary education, she was also in that class. "If I said "bark", would you?" I bit back a retort and kept my head forwards. She was doing this on purpose that was obvious but I just couldn't work her out. One day she had her teeth at my throat, the next it was her lips. "You better close your mouth Felicity; I don't want drool on my new boots," I swung around to face her, clutching my books to my chest to keep me from swinging at her. "What the hell is your problem? For the LIFE of me I can't work you out. I have never met anyone more complicated and more fucked." "You only respond to bitchy," "No, I respond to people who don't lash out at my face," "Come with me," her voice was slightly pleading, but cold as she walked away from me. I looked back in the direction of my class then sighed; turning on my heel I followed her. She walked down the hall for a bit past all the students and people filing in and out of classes. I could follow her bright red hair without trouble through the crowd, being a few steps behind her. Suddenly she turned and slipped through a door. My eyes caught the door she entered and I followed. She was waiting for me as I entered the empty class. The door slammed and she locked it and turned to me. I simply raised my eyebrows and leaned on the dusty teacher's desk. "Relax. They only use this class for substitutes and when they are desperate," "Why are we here?" "I owe you an... explanation." I nodded slightly and put my books beside me on the teacher's desk, leaving my arms free to cross over my chest. She stepped up close to me and reached out to touch my hip. I went to move away from her. "Wait!" Pausing, I raised my eyebrows and stayed pinned between her and the desk. Her voice was coarse as she gently ran her fingertips over my hip, "I-it makes it easier.. To talk to you. If I'm touching you. It reminds me to be warm, not bitchy," She lowered her head in embarrassment but I remained frozen, waiting for her to speak. It took some time before she looked up at me and released her breath. "I have anger issues. I.. Apparently it's from my father but that's only what I hear from my aunt and uncle. I've lived with them since I was four, but that's going off topic. When I get angry I can't think rationally, my body just moves like I'm an outsider watching a movie." I lowered my eyes and listened to her as she slid her hand around from my hip to my lower back, tracing circles. A shiver ran up my spine, and despite everything I felt safe. "You make me angry. But only because I want to talk to you and you ignore me," she raised her finger to my lips as I opened my mouth to respond, "I know I deserve it. But you make me feel weird." "I was so jealous that night at the club, and so angry that you could just step in, catch my attention, and leave with a whore who uses every girl who steps in the door," "It was new to me, but I thought I wouldn't have to see you again. Until I saw you in class and the snake inside me rose again. I swear I never meant to hurt you. It poisoned me for days after. I thought it would be better if I pushed you away from me," She finished quickly, in one breath and looked in my eyes. Her eyes dropped back down to the ground, one hand at her side as the other remained on my back swirling around. I shivered once more and nodded my head, feeling the warmth from her hand and craving more. "I forgive you," I muttered softly, biting my lip before I moaned. That would be embarrassing. She nodded and moved her hand from my back up to my cheek. I fought with everything I could to not lean into her palm. Her head bent and her lips covered mine in a hot, but brief kiss. My hands clenched and unclenched, fighting hard to remain at my sides. I felt her respond, one of her hands moving up towards my hair before she stopped. Suddenly she turned towards the door and walked out. My lips felt hot as flames and my head was clouded with the need to chase her and rip her clothes off. ---- After I had finished all my classes for the day, Allison mysteriously absent, I went home. My arms were weighed down with homework and I had a dull throb in my head. I ignored dinner and sat at the couch, unloading my books onto the coffee table and sinking into the couch with a sigh. I flicked through the channels before settling on a romantic comedy movie and sat in front of the table with a pen in hand. I had just gotten through half of it when I heard a knock at the door. I was mystified but stood and looked at the clock. Who would be knocking at eight o'clock at night? I opened the door and stood in shock as Sarah faced me. She had a big welt over her eye that was already bruising and a busted up lip and bruises along her chin. She was shivering and the tears poured down her face. I lurched forwards and took her elbow, pulling her into my home and shutting the door. My arms wrapped around her protectively as she cried into my chest and gripped my shirt tight. "I-I... I a-asked Mark a-a-about the party," she hiccupped and sobbed. "He did this to you?" I gaped, holding her tighter as my anger flared like a bright flame in my body, consuming me. She nodded and continued to shake against my chest, "I broke up with him and kicked him out, but he... Before leaving..." Satan himself couldn't pry Sarah out of my arms at that moment. The protective side of me wanted to hunt Mark down and rip off his balls, but the rational side of me said he was probably long gone, and Sarah needed me more. I placed my nose on her hair and breathed deeply, allowing her smell to calm me down slightly. I slowly released her and led her into the bathroom to tend to her wounds. Most were bruises, so nothing could be done. But I went into the kitchen and returned with an ice pack for her eye. I wiped her face down and kissed her forehead very softly. She smiled weakly to me and sat on my bed, holding the ice and shivering violently. "Come on babe, climb in," I said, sliding under the covers on the other side of the bed. She slid in and placed the ice pack on the bedside table. Her body curled into mine as she pressed close, shivering with shock and the ice. I held her close, her nose pressed to mine. My homework lay forgotten in the lounge room and I chuckled mentally. After a few moments I heard her timid voice. "Fee?" "Yes baby?" "Thank you for being here..." "Of course," I chuckled softly, running my hand up and down her back and feeling the shiver run up her spine in response, "I love you, I'm not going to leave you alone like this." "You love me?" She asked timidly, with a soft hiccup. "Of course, that's a silly question," I felt her shift and her mouth suddenly covered mine. I had felt her kiss many times but this was different, every other time was just a light peck between friends. This kiss had passion and heat, I felt her press herself to me and pry my lips apart with hers. My eyes closed after the momentary shock and I melted into the kiss, after wanting her like this for so long. Her hands travelled up and down my body with vigor, tugging my shirt up and off. Once the shirt was flung away her mouth was clinging back onto mine, flicking her tongue around my mouth. I was lost in the moment and tugged off her shirt, finding her bare chest against mine. I gasped slightly as her chest pressed against my bra. She took that pause to remove my bra, her lips finding my neck and kissing deep trails up my neck and jaw. I felt her hand trail down to my pants and pause. Rolling her over, I lay on top of her and pinned her down gently. In the faint light from the moon streaming through the window I could make out her face. She was panting like I was and was staring up at me with wide eyes. "What do you want, Sarah?" She took a few moments, breathing deeply before answering, "I want to be loved... By you," I frowned, "Are you sure? This can't be a mistake," She nodded and bit her lip, "I'm sure," I smiled before sliding slowly down, my legs moving between hers and my hands sliding down with them to pull off her shorts and underwear. She shivered and looked up to me with her big blue eyes. The moon reflected in them and suddenly they were wide and pale blue, and I gasped, looking at Allison's eyes. Sarah tilted her head and suddenly the light was gone, replaced with the deep blue of my best friends. Her hands had my pants down my thighs when she stopped, looking at me in surprise. "Are you okay?" "Yeah, I'm fine. Are you double sure you want this?" "Absolutely" she said and tugged my pants the rest of the way off. I remained in my lacy black panties. I was between her legs, holding myself up on my elbows either side of her. Slowly easing my body onto hers, I kissed her deeply, hearing her approving moan in response. My tongue explored her mouth and my hands roamed her body, slipping down between her legs. She shivered in response and her legs spread wider for me. "I've dreamed about this for so long," I whispered against her lips, my fingers parting her wet swollen lips to run up and down her slit. Moaning deeply she opened her eyes, "Me too," she whispered. I pushed my fingers into her wet hole, feeling her clench around my digits. She moaned deeper and closed her eyes, her hips moving slowly. Trailing my tongue down her neck and chest I latched onto a nipple and sucked hard. She quivered in my fingers, moaning and thrusting up and down. My fingers rubbed against her, sliding in and out easily as I teased her nipple with my tongue. I felt her hand clasp my hair and tug me down harder as she jogged her hips faster. I looked up to her face, frowning slightly as my thumb moved up and pressed into her clit. Allison Wonderland Ch. 02 She gasped and clutched the sheets, "oh fuck, oh fuck... Fee! Harder! Fuck me, oh god, fuck me" I grinned and rubbed my thumb into her clit while pushing my fingers deeper, my wrist sped up and I was fucking her hard with my fingers. Before she could cum I pulled my fingers out. Her eyes flung open, her chest glistening with sweat and her eyes wide as she looked at me in horror. "Relax, we aren't done," I giggled, reaching beside her to my bedside drawer and pulling out my trusty strap on. She stared at it then smiled as I clipped it around me and positioned it above her hole. She slid her legs around my waist and spread herself wide. The head of the toy pressed at her opening, and I held myself above her. She whimpered softly, pushing herself up closer to the toy. I smiled and shoved the toy down into her. It was about nine inches and an inch wide. And she took it easily into her, it slid all in one go. Her back arched off the bed as I began to pump the toy in and out of her body. "Oh god Fee...!" She moaned, gasping and wriggling. Her hips jogged up and down harder as I pound the toy in and out of her slick hole. She gasped and wrapped her arms around me, her nails digging into my back. I felt the base of the toy rubbing my clit and building my climax with hers. Her eyes were wide as she gasped and moaned. Climaxing hard against me, she screamed my name. Her hips pushed up hard into mine as she came, digging the base into my clit and pushing me over the edge. We both panted and shivered, as she slowly let go of my back and eased into the bed. "Wow," she muttered, pushing her damp hair off her forehead and wincing as her fingers passed over the welt. "We definitely aren't done," I grabbed her hips and flipped her over onto her stomach. Moving up onto my knees behind her I pulled her up on to her hands and knees, positioning the head of the toy at her opening. Bowing her head I heard her moan and rub against my cock before I slammed it to the hilt into her hole. Faster and faster I slammed the toy into her, holdings her hips steady as she tried to wriggle. Her moans were loud until she built up to a scream. My hand reached around to rub her clit as I worked my hips. She grinned back at me before moaning, "Fuck me, Fee." Her climax erupted out of her in a burst, sending tremors from her core to the rest of her body. She collapsed, spent, onto the bed as the toy slid out with an audible pop. I watched her from on my knees and sighed, feeling incomplete, but not from lack of climax. I tossed the toy into the bathroom and laid bedside her in my soaked panties. I noticed her soft snores and looked over to see her fast asleep. Tugging the blanket over her, I stroked her hair a few times before rolling over. Sleep was a long time coming but eventually over took my worn body. I dreamt of Allison and her creepily pale eyes. My stomach woke me up with a deep grumble, the smell of pancakes wafting through the room. I looked up and around as the events from last night filled my head. I was too hungry to think, not having eaten last night before strenuous activities. I followed my nose into the kitchen and found Sarah hovering at the oven, wrapped in my short bathrobe. I had the sheets wrapped around my body and walked over to her, smiling lazily. She grinned and turned to me, her arms finding their way around my waist. "Good morning," I said with a wide yawn, causing her to giggle. She pecked my lips and grinned, "Yes, it is. Hungry?" "Always," I groaned, looking around her at the frying pan, the pancake batter bubbling. She went to turn to the mix but I pulled her attention back to me, catching her face in my hands and taking her lips in a deep kiss. She kissed me back before slowly leaning away and looking up into my eyes. "It won't be long." she muttered with a smile. I went about pulling out toppings and plates, setting the table for us as she cooked the last of the pancakes and put them on a big plate. She took them to the table and laid them down while I gaped. "Are we feeding a family?" I asked incredulously at the mountain of pancakes stacked on the plate. "Oh please, we both know you eat enough to feed a small village," she retorted, kissing my shoulder on her way past to the seat. I sat opposite her and piled my plate up with pancakes and fresh banana, digging right in. She laughed, watching me pile food into my mouth before I poked my tongue at her. ---- She was curled on the couch with me between her legs, sitting on the floor and doing the homework piled on the coffee table that I had neglected. She sighed and sat up while grabbing her keys and stroking my hair. "Babe you have work soon, and I have to get home and feed Mittens. I'll be back to walk you to work," "You don't have to babe, I can walk, it isn't that far," "But I want to," she smiled and leaned over, kissing my forehead. I looked back at her and nodded my head, smiling to her. I stood and rolled my shoulders and back, stiff from sitting on the floor for a few hours. We hugged and then she left, while I went to the shower and got ready. Thirty minutes later I was in my uniform and she met me at the door to walk down to work with me. As I was putting my bag away, her and Drew talked. I realized that they had heard a lot about each other but never actually met. When I went back out the front, Sarah was blushing and giggling like a school girl and Drew had a cocky grin, leaning close to her on the counter. I swatted his arm and told him to get back to work. Sarah waved goodbye and said she'd come get me after work. ---- If I was to be completely honest, the three days I took off TAFE weren't necessary, but I felt it was. I had to give myself time to let everything sink in, and adjust to whatever it was Sarah and I had. I couldn't keep Allison off my mind and I saw her pale eyes everywhere. It was beginning to throw me off centre. I took longer to fall asleep, and much longer to wake up. I wasn't as hungry, but that didn't bother Sarah. She spent most of those three days at my home, when she wasn't working. And the sex was great, but it lacked something... it felt like something deep and critical was missing. But I brushed it off as my mind transitioning from friend to more. We had been close for any years, after all. When I did go back to TAFE, Allison looked instantly relieved, but then neutral as I sat down. She nodded and half smiled at me, sliding the notes from the past few days over to me. I looked at her and raised my eyebrow. I hadn't asked her to write down everything I missed. Lifting the papers and flicking through them I noticed she wrote everything from every class we had; which was four per day. I turned and stared at her slowly, lowering the papers onto the desk. "You don't need to copy them down, I have my own, keep them." She said softly and turned her attention back to the teacher at the head of the class. "T-Thank you, Allie," she glanced at me in surprise as I said the short version and smiled a 100 watt smile at me. "We are partners," she replied with a shrug, trying to hide her smile as she ducked her head down. She caught me as I left the room and handed me her phone. I tilted my head, thoroughly confused. "For your phone number, incase anything happens... or one of us is sick again..." I nodded slowly and entered my phone number, deliberately stepping up to her and slipping it into her jacket pocket myself. I saw her shiver slightly at the contact and I smiled. She caught my hand as I went to tug it away and pulled me with her down the hall to a deserted room. Confused, I stumbled in and noticed it was the same one from before. She took my hands and pulled me close, leaning back against the door we came through and drawing my body up to hers. Every cell in my body was humming with desire as I closed in on her, holding her to the door with my hands either side of her hips. She leaned up and gently trailed the tip of her nose up my neck, followed by a trail of shivers. Her teeth nipped gently at my pulse before she took my waist in her hands. I chuckled very softly and dipped my head down to hers, "Was there anything else you wanted Allison? I have to get to work," She paused against my neck and laughed very softly, curling her arms around me and placing her hands on my shoulder blades, "I'll drive you," I considered her offer then nodded; she slowly drew away from me, sliding out the side between us and turning her eyes away. I took my uniform out of my bag and slowly put it on. Removing my jacket and shirt and replacing it with my work shirt. I had worn my black jeans to TAFE so I didn't need my work pants. I slipped my visor on, adjusting my hair and turned to face her, holding my jacket and folding it over my shoulder bag. "I'm ready when you are," I said, surprising her when she turned to face me. "That was quick," she chuckled. "I only needed my shirt," I pointed out with a frown. She smiled and nodded, pulling open the door and leading me out into the hallway. She had parked in the student lot and most of the student had bolted the minute the bell sounded. Her car was one of few and looked smaller in the nearly empty lot. We climbed in the car and she turned on the CD player, blasting Ingrid Michealson. I looked to her and raised my eyebrow, to which she shrugged. "She's a good artist," she said sheepishly, turning the music down. "Yeah, one of my favourites," she looked mildly surprised but just nodded as she backed out of the lot and continued toward the sandwich shop. The drive was over all too quickly and I smiled at her and watched my hands when she pulled up, unsure what to say to her. She looked at me, waiting for me to do something, while I waited for her. We both sat for a few moments before she cleared her throat, causing me to look up to her. "Well, see you tomorrow." She said shyly, "If you don't get too drunk tonight that is," I smiled and shook my head, staring into her pale orbs, "I don't go out much on Saturdays," She muttered "I noticed," while looking down at her hands on the wheel. "Thanks for the ride, Allie," she smiled at her nickname once more, keeping her eyes on her hands. I leaned over and pressed my lips to her cheek, causing a rush of blood to flood her pale skin, before climbing out of the car with my bag. I walked through the front of the shop and paused, looking around for Drew. A member of staff was meant to be attending the front counter at all times. This was odd... I heard a muffled noise like a scream and froze before running out the back to the employee room. I burst in through the back door, and froze once more, my eyes wide on the scene. Drew was behind Sarah, her hands splayed on the employee work table, both of them looked up in shock, pants around their ankles, and frozen in the same state I was in. Drew quickly pulled out and went to pull up his pants as Sarah scrambled, but I was already backing away. I turned and ran out the door and down the street. Stuffing my visor in my bag I tore down the street as fast as my legs would carry me. I didn't know where I was going or what I was doing, I was just running, because the pain in my chest was trying to tear me apart. This was the only way I knew to keep the pieces together. Run till they couldn't fall off. I reached the end of the road, at the outlet mall and walked to one of the bench, slumping down and holding my head in my hands. I kept the tears at bay, I kept everything at bay. Pulling my legs up to my chest I sat on the bench until my ass hurt. I sat until the sky darkened, and I sat till I had to walk home. I had been sitting on the bench for hours, and had several calls from Drew and Sarah, and a few from my Boss. Undoubtedly he'd be unhappy with me, but I prayed that Drew was still enough of a friend to make an excuse for me. I couldn't lose both of them and my job. I made it home and my legs were aching, but not as much as my chest was. I felt hollow and simply sat on my couch, staring at the TV till I drifted to sleep. I woke up to the shrill ring of my phone; I rolled over and picked it up. I was ready to tell Sarah to fuck off before I saw an unknown number. Well, that was odd. I flicked the answer button and held it to my ear. "Felicity Gray?" an official sounding voice asked on the phone. "Yes that's me," I said, truly confused now, I had paid all my bills and everything. "This is a phone call regarding Allison Matthers, She's currently here at Royal Brisbane Hospital. There has been an accident..." For the third time that day my heart stopped. But this time my blood froze and every functioning part of me stopped. My breath burned and my lungs seized up. --- To Be Continued --- Allison Wonderland Ch. 03 Author's note: This chapter is long and slow, getting to the sex at the very end, so once again, if you want a quick fix, I suggest looking at other stories, maybe even one I did titled "A Night with a Goddess". I want to make a quick apology for taking so long to release this chapter, and for the slightly lesser quality to the other two, I had a case of writers block, but hopefully you will still appreciate it. Enjoy the story of Fee and Allie. -- I was awoken by soft fingers touching my hair, my arms were stiff from being folded in front of me and holding my head; my neck hurt from the bent over position but it was immediately worth it. Looking up from my arms I saw Allie tentatively touching my hair, and then I felt awful. Her hand slid over my hair before I reached up and grabbed it, pulling it down to my cheek. She smiled slightly, before I broke down into tears, holding her hand to my cheek. "What did you do Allie?" I whispered, sobbing into her hand before she reached over with her other, seeking my other cheek. Taking her searching hand, I pulled both to my mouth, kissing her knuckles as tears clouded my vision. Her voice cracked as she responded, "Fee, you can't do this, or I'll cry, and might get infection..." I clasped her hands hard, trying to hold in the tears while she brushed her fingers over mine. My eyes searched over her face, seeing the small scratches on her cheek but most importantly, the wide white bandage holding cotton patches to her eyes, obscuring her vision and her stark eye colour. I couldn't hold myself back anymore; I pushed down the rail on her bed and climbed gingerly in next to her. She looked confused at the sudden weight change on her bed, before realizing what I'd done and opening her arms out to me. My head sought her shoulder as I lay down with her, holding her arms as they trailed over me anew. Her fingers searched each part of my body and I couldn't help but wonder what it felt like to her, touching but not seeing. "I couldn't let it happen..." She muttered, her fingers finding my hair and clutching the short strands. "You should have let the security deal with it," burying my nose into her shoulder and holding her upper arm tight as she held me. "I won't let someone be blatantly homophobic in my club, and I especially won't allow them to hurt our customers," Stifling a sob I held her arm tighter and moved my head up slowly, my nose found her neck and I gently nuzzled her soft skin. Earlier in the club a group of people had gotten a bit too drunk, apparently only a few of them were gay, but the others had agreed to coming to the club to check it out. The problem had started when one of the regulars had suggested dancing with one of the straight males who had come to the club. We are unsure if the accident would've occurred if the man wasn't as intoxicated as he was, but he became wildly agitated and tried to push the gay man aside and hit him. At that point Allison had noticed and tried to get between the pair. The intoxicated man only saw someone trying to get in the way, and he raised his fist, still holding his half empty glass if vodka and smashed it into Allison's face. All this happened before security could react, but by the time they got there people were restraining the intoxicated man, and Allison was being tended to, unconscious, by the bar staff. The doctors had warned me that the damaged wouldn't have been so bad if vodka hadn't been in the glass. She had glass in her eyes, not very much, but enough to cut her irises, and with the vodka, the damage was furthered. I reached up and very gently stroked her bandages before burying my hand in her hair, looking up to her face. She sensed my eyes on her and tilted her head down, as she would have if she could still see me. Her lips were so close to mine I could feel her breath soft on mine. Tears slowly trailed down my cheeks as I gently touched her ear and hair. I leaned forward closing my eyes and pressed my lips softly to hers in a delicate soft kiss. She held my hair as her lips returned the soft pressure. Everything in the world faded away and it was just us and the kiss. Her hand slowly stroked my hair as I held her jaw softly, she smiled on my lips while kissing me and I froze. Suddenly I saw us from above, saw the loving expression that would be painted on her face, and the embrace we were in. Everything was locked into place in my head and I had to gasp against her lips. My eyes flung open and I saw her for the first time, really seeing her. Seeing her and how my soul sung for her. She looked confused at the sudden loss of contact, but still happy, and I knew this was different. I touched my lips back to hers and was transported away, my hand very gently cupping her jaw. We tenderly kissed, just holding each other with our lips softly clasped and molding together until we were interrupted by a throat clearing. Both of our heads snapped towards to sound, my cheeks burning red as the doctor stood in the doorway. She was smiling at us with her eyebrow raised, holding her clipboard to her chest. "Allison Matthers?" She asked in an amused voice as I slid off the bed and down to my seat, my cheeks still burning with being caught. "Yes, that's me," she answered in a soft voice, her hand reaching out to find my own. I watched her searching for my hand, and couldn't help by smile. She was something different, that's for sure. I took her hand gently and watched her face breaking into a gentle smile, her thumb rolling over my hand. The doctor was surely still watching us, but I couldn't help but kiss the back of her hand. "The good news is the surgeons were able to remove all the glass without extensive damage to your retinas, or eyes, but the bad news is you're going to have to wear that bandage for about a month, till the cuts heal and we make sure there is no substantial infection." "So she won't be blind?" I blurted, holding Allie's hand to my lips. And I couldn't tell what I was crying for in that moment, I just was. "No, she won't be blind... Er..." She looked at me, realizing she didn't know my name. I opened my mouth to respond, but Allison beat me to it. "Felicity," she said softly, giving my hand a warm squeeze. "Felicity," the doctor concluded, smiling at her chart, "you two make a lovely couple by the way." "Oh, we aren't a couple," Allison said softly, her head dropping slightly trying to pull her hand away from mine very casually. "Yet." I returned firmly, holding her hand close to me and reaching over to brush her hair from the bandage. Allison remained silent until it became slightly uncomfortable and the doctor shuffled her papers. "Now Allison, we will have to keep you here for a day or two, make sure everything's okay. But after that you will have to stay at home with a carer. Your parents?" The doctor asked, looking up from her clipboard at the end of the question. "Uh, my parents died when I was younger," she answered timidly, once more trying to let go of my hand. I wasn't about to let go that easily. "Oh. Who has been your guardian?" She asked, tilting her head slightly and dropping her clipboard to her side. "My aunt and uncle; until last year when I moved out to live by myself." "Well, for obvious reasons we can't let you go home alone, you need someone to look after you." "I... don't think my aunt and uncle can look after me, and my grandmother lives down in Melbourne." "And why can't you go with your Aunt, dear?" The young doctor asked innocently. "They "disowned" me once they found out about my sexual preference." Allison said with a hard voice, looking away from both of us with her bandaged eyes. The doctor stood awkwardly for a few moments before continuing, "I see... Well... Maybe you'll have to go to Melbourne for a vacation," "No," I said, startling them both and squeezing Allison's hand, "I'll look after her," Allison turned her head towards me and shook it sadly, her lips pulling down at the corners, "no, you have to work, and you have to look after yourself, I don't want to impose," "Allie, you can come into work with me, sit out the back and do... Whatever it is you like to do in your free time, plus I'm in all your TAFE classes, so I can easily bring you the work. It makes sense, and I won't leave you alone," I returned firmly. "Okay... But we will stay at my place. It has more room and I know the layout so I won't bump into things if you step away for a few minutes," I smiled and nodded, "Sounds good to me," The doctor looked slightly moved then nodded and left the room, leaving me and Allie by ourselves once more. I heard the click of the lock as the door shut and smiled at the cheeky doctor. Allie just sat quietly on the bed; her head turned downwards, unseeingly watching her hands. "What if I hurt you again, Fee?" She muttered quietly and sadly, before sniffling. "Allison, you aren't allowed to cry, so stop that right now. And I know you won't hurt me again, I'm a big girl I can look after myself," She turned her body and curled up on the bed, facing away from me, so I moved up onto the bed behind her. Her body seemed a little stiff as I snuggled into her, classic spoon position and held her waist, but soon she sighed and relaxed into me. We lay there awake, with me holding her close and her stroking my arm softly till we both fell asleep. I woke up with Allie's hair tickling my nose, her face tucked into my neck and shoulder delicately. My arms were around her and hers around me. Slowly reaching up I brushed the hair away so I could see her bandaged eyes and her cute mouth. I smiled and trailed my fingertips down her hair and cheek, pulling back only when she shifted. Allie seemed slightly panicked, rising up in the bed, and swinging her head around while recoiling from me. "Allie, sweetie, calm down," I said gently, reaching up to stroke her shoulder and coax her back down. She stopped looking around at the sound of my voice and smiled, easing back into the bed. Clearly she now remembered where we were and why. I guided her head back to my chest and smiled when she found her perfect fit. Once again we were interrupted by a knock on the door and I swung my legs out of bed to answer it. I looked down and realized I was still, embarrassingly, in my work uniform. Pulling open the door I saw the doctor from last night standing there and smiling. "Have a good night?" "Yes actually, I think we did," I replied before pausing, "I'm sorry doctor, I don't know your name," "Dr. Jones," she replied with a hint of a smile, "and no, not the one from the song," I snickered and opened the door while stepping aside, allowing her to walk to the bed. Allie was sitting up and looking towards us, half smiling. She was so adorable with her slightly messed hair and hospital gown, the smile tugging on her lips, that I could've kissed the life out of her right then and there. Dr Jones went about checking the machines and tubes around Allie, before lifting the gauze over her eyes. I got a small peek and gasped, falling back into the wall. Allie's normally pale eyes were almost pink, with small red lines scattered around. They were extremely bloodshot, and it made them look red and pink. Her eyes darted to me, and I saw the iris dilate, trying to focus on me as she squinted. The doctor replaced the bandages, gave Allie some pills and left, humming the song. I stayed leaning against the wall till Allie cleared her throat. "That bad, huh?" "No, love, not bad, just... It was a bit confronting, seeing you like that," Slowly I walked back to the bed and sat beside it, reaching out to take her hand. I sat with her as she told me about her childhood and how her parents died young in a car crash. She told me how she's been living by herself for a year and a half, knuckling down with her job to pay for rent and a car. I admired her will power and stroked her fingers softly as she spoke to me. We talked for a long time about things we enjoy and what we don't, just holding hands. Around 3 I could start counting her yawns and the minutes between them, and I knew she was struggling to keep awake. "Allie, I'm going to let you get some rest while I go shower and get my stuff," "Oh... Okay..." She said, sounding disappointed but very tired. "I'll be back, after I clean up, plus I have to come collect you tomorrow," I said softly, stroking her hair softly. She nodded and instinctively leaned her head up. We naturally met together, our lips pressing, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, scripted. She smiled on my lips, and reached up to touch my cheek, holding me close. I held my hand into her pillow and deepened the kiss, slowly parting my lips with hers in time with each others. Allison touched her tongue to mine tentatively and I returned with touch with slow strokes. She moaned softly into my mouth before I drew back. "See you soon, Allie, have some rest." She smiled and nodded at me. I saw her reach over and grab something from the drawer before leaning over and pressing it into my hand. I felt the cool metal of her keys and looked down, confused. "Take my car, the boss drove it over last night. It's parked in the patients lot, lot E," "Allie, I can't-" I started before she cut me off. "You're gonna have to drive it tomorrow to take me home, seen as you'll be living there. Might as well just take it now," I nodded, and turned away to grab my bag. "Goodnight Hun," I was sure she was asleep before I even closed the door, and I smiled at that. I had been blind to her this whole time, and now she was here before me. Leaning against the door I took a moment to just smile to myself before my phone buzzed in my pocket. I picked it up and pressed it to my ear before looking at the caller ID. "FEE! Imsorryimsorryimsoooooosorry!" Sarah's frantic voice came down the line and I had to recoil, pulling the phone from my ear. "Jesus," I muttered before returning the phone to my ear. "Fee, I don't know what I was doing; he was charming and SO HOT! Oh em gee, but I didn't think and next moment I saw you in the door, and I'm so sorry I didn't want to hurt you. I don't know what you must think of me, but I never ever ever meant to do that to you Fee, I love you, I love you so much. I'm so so so so sorry..." She babbled into my ear and I couldn't help but let out a small laugh. "It's okay, Sarah," That made her pause, "It is?" "Yes, it is." I held the phone to my ear and looked around before walking to the exit, "I do love you, Hun, but I know deep down you are well and truly straight. It never would've worked between us anyway, and I wasn't being honest with myself when I held onto you like I did. It was very selfish of me to expect you to return my feelings," She paused on the line, taking it all in before mutely replying, "Thank you, Fee. And pleassssse don't be mad at Drew, he's really upset." "I don't think I'm even capable of being mad at Drew," I stopped in the car park before spotting the giant E and walking to it, "Look, I'll be okay and fine with both of you if we just don't talk or bring this up again. This goes for you and Drew. I don't want you two following me around apologizing and explaining. I don't want apologies or explanations, I just want normal. Okay?" "Okay," she replied cheerily and said goodbye. I heard the dial tone just as I found Allie's car, and climbed in. I dropped my bag on the passenger seat and slowly turned on the car, before fiddling with the cars stereo. It was very high tech, and had a small touch screen, connected to her iPod classic. I pressed "playlists" and saw a small list of things such as "car ride" and "party tracks" before coming across a playlist that said "Felicity". I clicked it and the car filled with "You got me by Colbie Calliat". I smiled and reversed, listening through song after song as I drove home. She had put many cute love songs in the list, and I couldn't help but smile like a dork as I pulled up in front of my apartment. I showered and changed my clothes finally, and had some dinner. Cooking was never a strong point for me so I made myself some stir-fry and rice, making sure to make extra for Allie. I packed the left overs into a container with a fork and carried it into my room. Packing a bag of clothes, toiletries, my books for TAFE, my sketch book and my laptop with the food I locked up my apartment and then got back in Allie's car to go back to the hospital. When I reached her room I smiled mischievously. I slowly opened the door, going as quietly as I could. She was awake on the bed, her head turned to the TV, without seeing it. I paused in my tracks and watched her before walking over and leaning in to kiss her cheek. She startled then smiled widely. "I wondered when you would be back..." "I told you I wouldn't be long," I said softly, "I brought you a present," Pulling the container out of my bag I sat in the chair beside her bed and dug out the fork. She looked interested, her covered eyes facing me. I stabbed a few vegetables and raised them up to her mouth. "Open wide, Hun" she opened her mouth obediently and I fed her the forkful, watching as she chewed thoughtfully with a smile. "So good..." She said after she finally swallowed, "the food here is horrible." Her nose scrunched up before she opened her mouth again and I laughed. I fed her the entire container before putting it away. She lay down and turned to face me, curled up with her head on her pillow. I crossed my arms on the bed and placed my chin on my arms while I watched her. Her hand reached out slowly and landed on my arm, where she stroked slowly before working up to my hair. "You're very beautiful," she muttered, her fingers working slowly through my hair. "You are too, more so," I said, reaching up to take her hand and holding it in mine, kissing the back. We both fell asleep, with her hand in mine and me in the chair and leaning on her bed. I was awoken by the soft musings of Doctor Jones as she checked on Allison's vital signs. She smiled at me as I rose and winked. "Are you sure you aren't a couple?" "Positive" my fingers brushed through Allison's flaming red hair as I responded. She shuffled a bit but remained asleep. "You have to wake her up now anyway, I need to check on her eyes," Gently stroking her cheek I managed to rouse her, again she seemed slightly panicked when she woke up but it lasted less time. The realization struck me and I smacked my head, it was Monday, and that meant TAFE. I left Allison to get the rest of her checked up and went out into the hall to call the TAFE. Explaining the situation was easier then arranging what Allie and I could do. But it was decided that at the end of each day, for the 3 to 4 weeks Allie and I would go to TAFE, collect our work and then hand it in the day it was due. If we could manage to go to the facility in person, that was "strongly encouraged". With that completed I went back in just as Allie was putting on a tank top, dressed in skin tight jeans and the bandage around her eyes. Doctor Jones was awkwardly trying to help her dress. "Allie I've arranged TAFE for us, we just need to collect our work at the end of each day, and she said we could hand it in as one piece, instead of you doing your own. She said if you could handle going there without sight, then she will talk with the professors to give special treatment," I said with a cheery smile, placing my phone in my pocket. "I think I will be able to manage it, if I don't I will lose my mind sitting around all day," she said confidently. Doctor Jones walked over and held out a clipboard with a few papers on it, "I checked her eyes and they are doing much better than anticipated. We should be able to take the bandages off, and wear sunglasses in light, in about a week. But it still will take about a month for them to completely heal, all in all. These are her discharge forms, fill them out and hand them to the receptionist whenever you're ready. Goodbye girls, I'll see you in a week," Allison Wonderland Ch. 03 Allison stood by the bed, fiddling with her tank top so I walked over and took her hand. We sat on the bed with her head on my shoulder while I filled out the papers. She was smiling at the possibility of only being blind for a week, rather than a month, but something was bothering her. "Are you feeling okay, Allie?" I asked, tilting her head up slightly to see her lips "Yeah, just a bit... Nervous, I guess," "About what?" "I don't ever won't to hurt you again... A-and we are going to be spending a month together... In the same house," "Yes, that's true, but I'm not going to ignore you or fight you off anymore, so you have no reason to get angry, right?" I saw the pained expression on her face, she had so much self doubt I felt awful, "I guess you're right..." I wrapped my hand around her waist, supporting her and walking her to the door with both our bags. We both walked to the reception and I handed one of the nurses Allie's forms before we went to the Mini cooper. She seemed to walk slowly, leaning on me rather heavily before I realized that she couldn't see what I could and of course she would be walking slowly. Opening the door to the Mini I helped her in before strapping her up. Her head turned to face mine as I crouched beside her door; I leaned and softly kissed her lips. "It's going to be okay Allie, really," She nodded but remained silent as I shut the door and moved to the driver's side. As we were backing out I noticed her cheeks burning red. "What's wrong Allie?" I asked softly, careful not to spin off the road as I looked over to her. "Th-the playlist..." She muttered so softly I could barely hear her over the music before I stopped at the lights. "I know, I love it, it's beautiful," I said before she could finish, and doubt herself even more. I had to use my phone as a GPS to her house, seen as she couldn't give me any instructions herself. It was rather adorable the way she felt around for the gear stick, only to put her hand on mine as we drove. I'd never seen this quiet, shy side of her but I liked it more and more, every touch she gave me was a painfully hard throb of my heart. Pulling her car up in front of her apartment block I walked around to help her out, she clenched my elbow the whole way in the elevator, she lived on the sixth floor and I didn't want to risk guiding her up six flights of stairs. She breathed out visibly in relief when I had unlocked her door and led her inside. The layout seemed to be fit for a couple, or two people to comfortably live together. On either side of us, one doorway lead of to two different rooms, one seemed to be Allies bedroom, on the left, and the other a neat little bathroom. As we walked past I peered into Allie's bedroom, her large king sized bed planted directly in the middle with deep purple sheets and red and brown cushions piled high on top. She seemed to be one of those people who liked to be surrounded by pillows. On the far wall was a large walk-in wardrobe, half open, and mirrors along the back of it. Opposite the bed sat a large set of drawers and a TV on top with a foot bench to sit on in front of it. I noticed on the wall closest to the door and on the left side of the room a small collection of photos and a large clock. It was very stylish, and I noted that she seemed to be very neat as we continued down the hall to the living room. Every wall in the house was either painted white or tan, bringing light and brightening each room. We stopped in the living room and I gaped! It was massive. Off to the left was the stylish kitchen with a large overhanging frosted glass light. It was one of those kitchens were everything was white tile, black marble and stainless steel, spotless. Spanning across the room towards us was the lime green plush rug with a nice mahogany table and chairs positioned directly in the middle with a deep green fake plant on top to bring the colour of the rug out nicely, and at the very far end of the large room was a six seated plush black leather couch, pointed at the biggest TV and surround system I have ever seen with a small coffee table between them. If that wasn't enough the entire section behind the TV and stereo system was completely glass windows, floor to ceiling, giving a nice view of the river and park behind the building. Across the river you could see the other half of the city, peaking up into the sky in sharp angles and lights. I gently placed my bag on the desk beside the entrance, the only slightly cluttered thing in the room with the laptop and papers, and walked in slowly, taking it all in before remembering Allison had no way of seeing. I turned and found her directly in front of me, pushing me back against her table with her hands on my hips. "Your house is beautiful," I muttered as her lips leaned in closer to mine, closing the distance slowly. She shrugged her shoulders, "it's just a house," she murmured before pressing her lips to mine. My hands went to her hair as hers went to my hips and held me close, our lips battled for control before deepening into a close lip-lock. We stayed leaning against her table, our hands and mouths exploring each other before I leaned back with a gasp. She continued to kiss down my cheek and jaw before sucking on my neck. The table supported me as she pushed my body back onto it, leaning over me and reaching to grab the bottom of my shirt. I grasped her hands, panting with my legs half around her. "We should... Go slow..." I managed to gasp out, whimpering softly when her lips left my neck. "That's a good idea," she said softly, I could tell that she was trying to hold herself back as much as I was. She pulled herself back, just in time before I changed my mind, and walked to the kitchen. "Are you thirsty?" she asked while pulling open one of the two doors on her fridge. I went over and sat on one of the shiny black stools in front of the kitchen bar and folded my hands, still softly panting, "Do you have juice?" "Orange okay?" "Sure is," I watched her as she uncertainly grabbed the bottle of juice and placed it on the bench in front of me, walking over to other cupboard and reaching inside. Her hands shook before closing over two glasses and walking back to me. It was obviously hard for her to adjust to the lack of eyesight, which anyone would. Sliding off the seat I went over and stood behind her, taking her hands in mine and helping her pour the juice. Allison giggled softly at me controlling her like a marionette. I kissed her neck before placing her hand around her glass and lifting my own for a sip. We stood in the kitchen like that, with me behind her and her leaning on me until we had finished our drinks. I stacked the cups in the dishwasher then pulled her over to the couch to sit with me. The TV was a welcome distraction to her warmth and closeness while we sat curled together, her legs over my lap and my hand softly stroking her thigh. Her constant breath brushing along my neck did little to help me focus on the program and it took everything in me to not drag her to the bedroom. But the last thing I wanted to do was to rush and have another Sarah incident. By mid afternoon we were both starving, and unsure of whether to risk cooking or just order out. Allison laughed when I said my cooking could be lethal but agreed she wasn't in the best position to wield a knife so we ordered Chinese, with enough for leftovers when dinner came around. It was strange how comfortable Allison and I were sitting at the table and chatting. Our food was long since eaten and packed away but we continued to talk and hold hands across the gap that separated us. Soon Allison was yawning and I lifted my head to see that the sky outside was dark and scattered with stars. It was a shock to realize we had been talking for hours but I snapped out of it to help her up and walk her to the bathroom, grabbing my bag on the way. We brushed our teeth and went into her room. Again Allison seemed suddenly timid as we walked in and I looked at her questioningly, "What is it?" "We have to change..." "I know, I am accustomed to wearing paj-" then it hit me, what she meant, I would have to help her, "oh." "Don't worry, I'll make this as comfortable as possible," I concluded. She just nodded, still looking a little shy. "My pajamas are under my pillow," We both stood awkwardly before I went over and grabbed her "pajamas" which was just a large T-shirt. She smiled at me and pulled off her other clothes, throwing them in the hamper beside the door. She stood with her back to me, only in her panties, and I gulped, this was the first time I have seen her naked. Reaching out, I touched her bare back, seeing her skin cover with goose bumps as I touched her. She raised her arms up, keeping her back to me as I lifted the shirt and pulled it down over her body. When she was covered she turned to me, smiling, and I realized that as much as I wanted to see her naked body, she would want to see mine too. After we got changed I helped her brush her teeth, which turned into a licking fight after she licked my finger, and eventually a poke war and tickle fight. I chased her into the bedroom, where she jumped on the bed and turned to face me, holding her hands up like a wrestler, but I went around the side and tackled her. We wrestled on the bed, laughing and tickling. While I was pinning her down, with her laughing I leaned down and captured her lips in mine, causing the tickling to stop and the make out session to begin. Eventually, we fell asleep in each other's arms, much like we had in the hospital. The next day we went to TAFE in her car and sat at the very back of the room, in each class, so she wouldn't be too overwhelmed by the noises around her. I could tell she felt bad about not being able to help me, but there wasn't much she could do except listen to what I was summarizing and offer little changes while I typed into the computer. It was hard to focus sometimes so it was nice to have her tell me what to edit, and what to add. I would sneak her little kisses on the cheek whenever no one was looking, causing her to blush deeply. We made it through the day, getting through more work than we ever had previously, we were even able to print off an assignment draft and hand it in a week before its due date. Allison looked very proud of us as we collected our things and went to my work. I had to change in the employee bathroom, as she sat in the employee room and listened to an audio book on her iPod and ate m&ms. Drew was chatting restlessly, trying to return everything back to normal between us, but I was too focused on the red haired goddess in the room next door. I was mostly distracted, allowing me to clean everything faster than I normally would have, and this caused Drew to be happy. He knew everything was okay with us, and he tried to apologize once but I waved him off. "Really, Drew, Sarah isn't right for me, or for the lesbian world, it would've happened anyway and I'm glad it was with you rather than some asshole she met at a party or something. At least I know you will look after her and help her through her hard time," "I will, Felicity, of course I will. I may be a player, but I can be a good guy when it counts," "I never doubted that for a second," I said, grinning to him as we finished cleaning and locked up the shop. "You know we both love you Fee," "Since when did you start using the "w" word, you must like her," I said with a laugh, smiling over my shoulder to him as I went to get Allie and my bag. "I think I do," he called after me, "Goodnight!" "Goodnight!" I returned, hearing the front door shut as I walked in to find Allison looking up with my bag and her things packed away. We both smiled at each other and she slowly made her way to me, her fingers trailing over each surface before she made it to my side. "Hey," she said softly, stepping right up close to me till our breasts touched, in her heels she was easily my height. "Hey," I returned, equally as softly, watching her shiver as my breath brushed over her lips. We both leaned in and kissed at the exact same time, moaning in time. After a moment we broke apart and I opened my eyes to see her smiling. "Come on love, I got us some sandwiches for dinner" she giggled, taking my hand and walking with me to the back. "Oh boy! Sandwiches" she said with false cheer, I laughed at her, wrapping my arm around her shoulders as I locked the back door and led her to the car. We returned to her apartment and followed the same routine as the night before, except we watched television, curling up with a blanket and watching Titanic. We chose the movie because it was one of Allison's favourites, and she had watched it so many times she didn't need to see it to follow along. Half way through I noticed that Allison was leaning on me heavily, and breathing deeply, clearly asleep. I flicked off the TV and lifted her into my arms, carrying her to bed with me. We continued through the week like this, going to TAFE, then to work, and cooking dinner. She seemed much happier than I had seen her in ages, waking me up in the morning with a hug smile, and hugging me whenever she could. Even the people at TAFE started to give us distance, thinking we were one of those gooey couples that do nothing but make out, which we weren't... not always. Well, at least we weren't as much as I wanted to be. Sarah had popped into work a few times with Drew, and she seemed very happy, so did he. I was happy for the two of them, and they were both ecstatic to see that Allison made me just as happy. I think they were just glad that I wasn't heartbroken over losing Sarah. ----- After a week of guiding Allie around, cooking us dinner, doing assignments together and running her baths (she was much too shy to shower in front of me just yet) found us both back in the hospital. Allison was buzzing with excitement, today was the day she was allowed to get the bandages off and see again. She would have to wear sunglasses in minimal light, but she was very much just excited to be back to her old self. Doctor Jones came in and checked her eyes before giving me some eye drops for her and taking off the bandages. Her eyes were bruised and red around her pupils, very bloodshot and a few small red lines from the cuts, but otherwise she could see. She jumped off the bed as soon as the bandage was off and threw herself at me, her arms around my neck and her lips pressed to mine. Doctor Jones watched us with a chuckle as I blushed and ducked my head against Allison's shoulder. "Allie, Doctor Jones is watching," I muttered into her shoulder. "So?" she laughed before looking back at the doctor, "You don't mind do you?" "I only mind if you two tell me you STILL aren't a couple," she said, smiling down at her clipboard and ticking a few boxes before leaving the room with a wave. Allie looked at me and smiled shyly, "She... She has a point..." "What point is that, Allie?" I played stupid, tilting my head to the side. "We should be a couple," she muttered softly, reaching under my chin and tilting it up to look into my eyes. I smiled and reached into both her back pocket, holding her close "Did you just ask me out?" "I did, was that a yes?" she asked, a smile playing at her lips. "Of course," She just smiled widely and nodded her head before we kissed again. Before leaving the hospital she had to put in a few eye drops and put on her sunglasses. We held hands all the way to the car, and on the way back to her house. Before we pulled up at her home, I decided to give her a surprise and kept driving to the park behind her apartment blocks. We pulled up at the park and climbed out; I could see that she loved the idea as soon as I parked the car. She leaped out and skipped around to my side, opening the door before I could. "The park? Can we go swimming? Can we have a picnic? Why did we suddenly come down here? Can we get an ice cream after?" She peppered me with questions before I could even step out of the car, skipping around like a child. I had to laugh at her a little, she was just too adorable. I swept her up into my arms and pressed her back to the car as I locked it before closing my lips over hers. She smiled into the kiss and her arms wound around my neck, holding onto me and my lips for dear life, it seemed. Once we finally broke for air I took her hand and we walked around the park, just taking before finding a shady spot under a tree. She sat in front of me and leaned back into my arms, and I held her like a child before gently pressing my lips to her hair. "You know, I have been thinking..." she said softly, holding onto my arms that lay around her midriff. "Thinking about what?" I asked, nuzzling softly into her hair, god it smelt good, like honeysuckle. "I think... you should get a car. I know you have been saving up for ages, and if we don't find a car in a decent price range I can always chuck in for it. But you can't keep relying on Sarah and the bus to get around, especially with TAFE." She turned her head to look at me, her glasses covering her damaged eyes but still showing me sincerity. "I've actually been saving for a car but I didn't know if I could afford it with fuel and bills... How do you have so much money anyway?" "I inherited most of it into a sealed bank account when my parents died, and it's just been growing and growing till I hit 18. Plus my job pays well, seen as most available people don't want to work in a gay bar," "That makes sense, I'm sorry about your parents, Allie." I muttered softly before kissing her ear "I'm okay with it. I mean, it still hurts, but I've long since accepted that I'm not alone and they still watch over me," she pulled her knees up to her chest as she spoke, wrapping her arms around them as I held her waist. "Do you think they would've liked me?" I asked softly, placing my chin on her shoulder as we watched the lake. "They would have loved you," We stayed and talked about her parents and mine, and then about our childhoods, high school, high school crushes and the likes until the sun descended over the park. We found ourselves just lying in the grass and watching the stars, Allie had taken off her sun glasses as the sun set and turned her face to mine. We lay side by side looking at each other till she leaned in and pressed her lips to mine. Our lips locked together and I felt her hand creep up onto my cheek as our eyes closed, in the perfect moment. Soon she had pulled me up on top of her, laying half under my body with one hand on my cheek and the other on my back. My hand slid under her shirt to find her bra encased chest, rubbing it gently through the soft lace and silk of her bra. I felt the vibrations of her moan in my mouth and had to smile, shifting my hand down her stomach till I touched the waistband of her pants. She leaned back and opened her eyes, her breath brushing along my lips with each breath she took, as her lips were less than an inch in front of mine. I stared down into her pink and pale blue eyes as my hand pushed under the light weight of the waistband, the band pressing down on my wrist and holding my hand in place. With each centimeter my hand moved down her lower regions, her breath became raspier and heavier. A shudder ripped through her body and her eyes half closed as my fingers slipped under the waistband of her panties and rested against her moist folds. She softly moaned again, keeping her eyes on mine as I hovered above her, my hand buried in her pants and tracing my fingertips over her delicate lips. Easing my fingers into her cause another shudder to course through her; her hand moved up from my cheek into my hair and her other hand sliding up onto my back. I felt her fingernails dig into my back slightly as I began to move my fingers in and out of her dripping centre. The air around us smelt heavily of her arousal, her eyes never leaving mine as I pushed my fingers in steady strokes in and out of her. She was tight around me, and I felt every shudder and twitch in her body as she reacted to my gentle touches. My lips found hers finally as I started really pushing my fingers fast into her, her body reacting with the quickening of her breath. I fell in love with the way she reacted to my fingers prodding and touching, finding her spots. Sooner than I expected she was tensing and arching into my arms, her moans becoming high pitched as her lips broke away from mine. I watched her, catching the most beautiful sight I have ever seen as she arched off the ground and pressed closer to me, her face screwing up in bliss and pleasure. She was sweating and quivering as she came down from her high, slowly lower to the ground and opening her eyes to look up to me. My fingers were drenched in her juices, and my hand was still buried in her pants, but I couldn't draw my eyes away from hers. The contrast between the pink and the blue was so startling, but so gorgeous. She smiled up at me slowly, her breath still coming in gentle pants. Allison Wonderland Ch. 03 "Hi..." she said softly, her eyes sparkling in the moonlight that had risen over the river. "Hey," I replied, equally as softly, just smiling down at her. Her hair was splayed out around her in a fan of vivid red, reminding me of a sun descending over a desert. I stroked the tips of her hair, sliding my hand out of her pants and moving it to her side. We kissed once more, remaining in each other's arms until we both started shivering from the cool air coming from the water. ----- We arrived at her apartment, holding hands and went straight to her kitchen, our stomach grumbling. Since she had had eyesight back, with sunglasses, Allison banished me from the kitchen and whipped us up a meal. I was sitting on the couch, trying to watch the TV and ignore the delicious smells coming from the kitchen. She surprised me by stepping over the back of the couch and sitting down beside me, placing a bowl of steaming beef stew in my lap. The flavor exploded in my mouth with the first spoonful and I couldn't help but moan. "Oh my god, Allie, this is fantastic," "Thank you," she said, blushing with pride "My dad taught me to cook before he died, we used to cook together all the time," "That must have been nice," I muttered, leaning into her shoulder and watching her, scanning her face for any signs of sadness. She smiled down at me and nodded. "It was nice; I have such fond memories of cooking with him." We sat in silence and ate our meal, me snuggled into Allison's side, her arm wrapped around me, holding her bowl and trying to manage spooning it into her mouth and not spill it over herself. I giggled at her antics. She was adorable when she wanted to be, I just couldn't help but wonder how many people she allowed to see this side of her. I doubted the number was high. I volunteered to wash up, since she did the cooking, and she wiped our bowls and put them away. Allison stood awkwardly after we had finished and took my hand, leading me into the bathroom, "I... I want to shower with you" she told me, looking over her shoulder as she pulled my hand gently. I smiled, "I'm not going to say no to that, Allie," We grinned and came together, our lips finding each other in sync, molding and embracing each other. Slowly our clothes peeled away, our hands tugging away each garment and tossing it aside without a care. Allie stepped back and opened her eyes, taking in my naked body as I took in hers for the first time. My skin was pale, but hers gorgeous, matching her hair and her eyes perfectly, her breasts standing high on her chest defying gravity with their perky weight. My mouth drooled to close around her nipples, the pale pink peeks standing out proudly, and the size of silver dollars. She smiled and I saw her eyes taking in my body with the same appreciation that I was seeing hers. We stepped under the steamy spray of the shower and I tilted my head back, a violent shiver running up my body with a moan. A giggle echoed softly in the shower and I opened one eye to see Allie watching me with raised eyebrows. I smiled, shifting uncomfortably and feeling embarrassed. "I...I always feel better... in showers," "You don't have to explain yourself to me, I'm not judging. I just think it's very cute, seeing you be yourself," I smiled and grabbing the sponge with the body wash, pouring a large dollop on the sponge before beginning to wipe and scrub her down with it. What started out as an innocent scrub turned quickly into a giggle and tickle fit, then into a bubble fight; we ended up trying to see who could get the other to laugh the hardest with our sponges and scrubbing. But, being two horny naked girls in a shower... well, it ultimately ended with me pinned against a wall with her lips and tongue wrestling with mine for dominance. The water began to get cold, and Allison suggested that it was time to get out, lest we run her water bill through the roof... which was highly likely at this point in time if her lips continued down my neck. We ended up in bed with her arms around my waist and her lips buried in the back of my short hair. I fell asleep feeling warm and safe, with the biggest smile on my face I had ever had. Tomorrow Allison and I would go car shopping, to see if we could find something that was me.