0 comments/ 19224 views/ 2 favorites Miss You By: Moxie The sound of a pair of jeans being shed in a dark room. Marissa closed her eyes and ran a hand over her collarbone. By now she knew better than to resist when thoughts of him became this frequent. The hand slid along the vee of her sweater and she fell into her pillow with a sigh. Tracing her fingertips along the swell of a breast, remembering his tongue tracing the same contour, the rush of sensation that stopped her dead in her tracks as it had a half dozen times earlier that day. No matter how long since they'd seen each other, when his phantom started distracting her there was only one cure. The tiniest of whimpers in the back of his throat as she drew the flesh at the base of his thumb between her teeth. She slid her palms up the curve of her breasts, running them lightly over nipples still concealed under wool and satin. A sharp twist to each brought her back arching off the bed and a dull throb between her legs. She continued to roll them between thumb and index finger, satisfied with the trickle of moisture that immediately seeped out of her cunt. Their first night together, and the low groan that escaped as he slid inside her. Red painted nails and nimble fingers slid beneath her waistband. The lightest pressure on top of satin panties, really just the suggestion of a touch, and a tug at her nipple, the ache deepens and she wants to bypass the warm-up and just plunge the sparkling silver naughtiness in her sock drawer in and out until she's completely incoherent. She bent over to retrieve scattered clothing from the floor and suddenly he is behind her, pressed against her, and half whispers, half growls the suggestion that he fuck her senseless in just that position. Patience is a virtue, she thinks wryly, and keeps the maddeningly light pressure running back and forth across her clit until she is dripping wet, then rips her jeans and panties off. One finger slides into the moist heat, plunges deep inside then back out to glide over the more sensitive areas, still a light touch. Fingertips tracing across his skin as he writhes and moans beneath her. She draws a fingernail along his chin and down his throat and he loses the power to speak. She is still using the sweater and bra to mute the touch against her exquisitely sensitive nipples, circling her palms on top of each breast to tease the peaks until they strain at the fabric holding them. Marissa pushes the sweater up and the cup of the bra down and pinches her left nipple as it hits the cooler air of her bedroom. A bolt of pure heat shoots from it to her aching, dripping slit and suddenly the emptiness is palpable. The rest of her clothing is ripped off as she reaches for the Next Best Thing, and her left hand has unfettered access to rock-hard nipples as the right drives a glittering silicone cock inside her to the hilt. She is sitting between his knees, basking in the sensation of a summer night and fingers toying with the back of her neck. It had been friendly, and then his face is there over her right shoulder, a new look in his eyes, and the kiss is tentative and certain at the same time. She slides it out slowly, and moves the first few inches behind the semi-realistic head in and out as her thumb seeks out and flicks across her clit. Another deep plunge and she is frantically fucking the toy, eyes squeezed shut and hips rising and falling on the mattress as she tries to drive it into the elusive source of tension inside her. An ordinary phone message, as she stands in the parking lot listening to his voice, and then the last two words nearly made her drop the phone as she frantically saves the message, then listens to it 5 more times on the way home to make sure she wasn't imagining things. She backs off the toy, using more graceful, long strokes, and turns her focus to the nub of flesh that he had so expertly tortured with his tongue the night before. She brings herself up to the edge several times, only to back off, switch tactics, and take in all the sensation. She can feel the memories. Her skin has become so sensitive that each brush against the sheets sends goosebumps down her arms, and she is determined to exorcise his ghost enough that she is no longer stopping dead in her tracks at the thought of his touch. The toy is abandoned as she turns both hands to her clit, and this time when she brings herself up to the edge Marissa gratefully throws herself over the precipice, tumbling down with a series of gasps and involuntary muscle spasms. She lies panting for a few minutes, able finally to think of anything other than the next time she'd get to fuck him, or the last time she had, and laughs out loud as the text "Miss you" appears on her cell phone. Miss You "You didn't tell me you'd been seeing Roger again, Fuji." Brianna's tone was deceptively light, but Fujiko heard the reproach beneath the words. She might as well have just said, 'I can't believe you were dumb enough to take up with that skeezy loser again, but I can believe you'd hide the shame of it from your friends and co-workers.' Fujiko finished stirring milk into the venti latte that Joe had ordered, trying to figure out what the hell Brianna was talking about, and why she'd decided to bring it up at work. Not that she really worried about the customer overhearing--Joe was a regular, he wouldn't mind catching a bit of their gossip. "I didn't tell you I was seeing Roger again because I'm not seeing Roger again. Not in the sense of dating, not in the sense of visually, not in the sense of even knowing where he's living right now." She handed Joe his coffee and collected money in exchange. "Roger and I are done. We've been done for a year now." Brianna shot her a look as she restocked the napkins. "Uh-huh. And this squares with me seeing the two of you together last night how...?" "I can only imagine that hallucinogenic drugs were involved, Bree. Or that you need an even newer, thicker, larger pair of glasses. What's your vision now, 20/googol?" Fujiko handed back Joe's change. "Thanks, Joe, have a great day." Joe smiled and went to sip his latte, leaving the two of them alone. Sunday nights tended to be a little quiet at the Black As Sin Coffeehouse. "It was definitely you, Fuji." Brianna angrily moved on to the stirrers. "Not a lot of Asian girls in Duluth with red, purple and yellow hair and a Sex Pistols T-shirt on. And it was definitely Roger, too. He passed me on his way to the bathroom. I mean, I'm not going to judge you or anything," to which Fujiko mentally added, 'Because I've already judged you and found you guilty,' "But I just wondered why you hadn't said anything." Fujiko put her hands on her hips in irritation. Old habit, one she'd never quite gotten rid of even though her friends told her that a 4'6" Japanese girl with her hands on her hips made them think she was about to launch into 'I'm a Little Teapot, Short and Stout'. "Because I wasn't out with Roger last night. I don't know who you thought you saw at wherever you thought you were, but I wasn't there." "Oh, really? Where were you?" It was really none of her business, but Fujiko decided to answer anyway, just to get the conversation behind them. "I was at home. Alone. Reading a book. I can understand how you might be confused, because like Roger, the book didn't have a job, didn't do anything around the house, and didn't take me anywhere nice. However, unlike Roger, the book didn't take money out of my purse, never pressured me for oral sex, and didn't wander off into the bedroom to download lesbian porn at any point during the evening, so you can use that as a handy checklist for telling the two apart." "Uh-huh," Brianna said, folding her arms, "and that was the same thing I heard for two years every time you threw him out. And yet, miraculously, two weeks later I'd see the two of you together again and you'd give me that stupid little sheepish grin of yours." Fujiko had to admit, Roger had been good at the 'sincere' act. When he gave you the puppy-dog eyes and swore that this time would be different, this time he'd change, it was hard not to just...believe. She'd had to take a very hard line with herself to cut him out of her life for good. But she had cut him out, and now Brianna wouldn't believe her. "Do you see a sheepish grin right now? No, you see a ticked-off frown. I am done with Roger. Finished. Ended. Our relationship is dead, buried, and I have convinced unsuspecting families to build housing developments on the graveyard. Can I make it any more clear to you? I am not dating Roger!" "So, Fuji," Sharon said as she walked in, "why didn't you tell us you were dating Roger again? Oh, double espresso for me, thanks." Fujiko threw her hands into the air. "Arrrrgh! I don't know what Brianna was telling you, but she's wrong! I was not anywhere last night!" "Everyone's somewhere," Sharon said mildly as Brianna went around to prepare their friend's drink. "And last week, you were at the Bif Naked concert with Roger. The two of you walked by while I was buying a T-shirt. I said hello, but you didn't notice me. You kind of only had eyes for him." "I missed the Bif Naked concert last week, remember? Bad case of flu, sick as dog, puking in own toilet?" The bell chimed as she was speaking, and Fujiko's expression went plastic just a moment too late. "Hi, folks, welcome to Black As Sin, how can I take your order?" The conversation went silent for a moment as Fujiko whipped up a couple of hot chocolates for the slightly scandalized-looking elderly couple, then resumed as they left the shop. "We remember you saying you were sick," Brianna said. "But you did kind of insist that we not come over because you were contagious." "Oh, I'm sorry!" Fujiko said, trying and failing not to put her hands on her hips again. "Next time, I'll just hack up a big old load of phlegm into your eyeball just to prove I'm not faking it!" "Oh, come on, don't be that way," Sharon said, blowing on her espresso to cool it. "Look at it from our perspective. We saw you, Fuji. With our own eyes. Nobody's calling you a liar--" No, thought Fujiko. You're just saying I lied. "--but you understand how we're skeptical. We can't all have been mistaken, can we?" "What do you mean, all? Who--" The door opened. "Hi," Bryan said. "Sorry I'm late. So Fuj, when did you and Roger start dating again?" Fujiko raised her eyebrows in astonishment. "What is this, an intervention?" A long, awkward silence replaced the expected chuckles. "Oh my GOD!" Fujiko shouted. "I can't believe this! Is this some kind of joke? Am I on 'Candid Camera' or something? Me! Roger! Not dating! Not now, not ever again!" Bryan looked confused instead of annoyed, but his response was remarkably similar to that of the girls. "But I saw you two together, out at the Aquarium on Thursday! I was with Jen, or I'd have gone and said hello, but it was definitely you. You were wearing that Green Day T-shirt, remember, the one you wanted to be buried in?" Fujiko felt like steam was about to pour out from her ears. "OK, really getting tired of repeating myself here, but it wasn't me! I didn't even leave the apartment on Thursday! I was..." She suddenly trailed off. "Nothing. I was just hanging out." Brianna obviously sensed blood. "Oh, really? Hanging out doing what? I'm sure you can come up with something for all of us that sounds nice and convincing, right?" Fujiko squirmed a little. "It's none of your business what I was doing, OK? But I promise you guys, I never left the apartment." Sharon and Brianna exchanged glances. "We can rule out sex, because she's not shy about that," Sharon said. "Unless it was sex with Roger," Brianna responded, holding up a finger to caution her friend. "Right, right. Maybe that's where they went after they left the Aquarium." Fujiko clenched her hands into fists. "I was not with Roger! I was completely alone, and I was..." Brianna grinned like a velociraptor. "Yes?" "Oh, fine! Fine, if it's that important to you, I'll tell you!" Fujiko took a deep breath. She looked down at her shoes. If she'd been a few generations closer to her Japanese immigrant roots, she'd probably be committing seppuku right now. "I was...bittorrentingthisseasonofAmericanIdol..." she mumbled. Sharon blinked. "I'm sorry, you what?" Fujiko grimaced. "I was bit-torrenting this season of 'American Idol', OK? Happy now?" The three of them looked at each other. After a long moment, Brianna spoke. "Well, I have to agree, it is the sort of thing you wouldn't admit readily." Fujiko gritted her teeth. "So you believe me, then?" Sharon looked indecisive. "I dunno, it is a little hard to buy, all three of us being mistaken within a week..." Fujiko shrugged. "Well, it's not like any of you actually talked to 'me', right?" She made sure to use airquotes. No point in giving them ammunition. Bryan squirmed. "Well, no, but...come on, Fuj. You're a pretty distinctive girl. I think they can actually spot that hair of yours from orbit." "Exactly!" Fujiko said. "You all saw the hair, said, 'There can't be two girls with that hair,' and assumed it was me. But what if..." She trailed off for a moment. "Ellen Reed!" The other three all exchanged a look. "No," Brianna said. "The insanity defense is not going to work here." "Oh, come on," Fujiko said. "I can't be the only one here who gets stoned and watches 'Nick at Nite', right?" There was a long pause. "And rather than dwell on that, I'll get to the point. On 'Family Ties', Michael J. Fox dates this girl, Ellen, for a year or two. They break up, I think because the actress left the show for some reason, but a few episodes later, he's trying to date again, and he gets the girl glasses and stuff because he's rebounding hard and trying to make the new girl act like Ellen." "So that's your answer?" Sharon said skeptically. "'It was my evil twin'?" "No," Fujiko said, rolling her eyes. "Roger's obviously found some new girl to sponge off of, and he's convinced her to dye her hair because 'it'd look so good that way', and went to Hot Topic and bought her a bunch of music T-shirts, probably with her credit card. Bingo, instant mistaken identity." Brianna raised an eyebrow. "Sounds kinda, well..." "Thin," Sharon finished. "Then there's clearly only one way to convince you," Fujiko said. "I will find Roger, I will find this skanky-ass new girlfriend of his, I will drag them both down here by the ears, and I will exonerate my good name!" She strode out boldly from behind the bar, only to have Brianna hook her arm. "But first," Brianna said, "you will finish your shift, because I am so not closing alone." ***** It took more than a few days to find Roger, though. Duluth wasn't that big of a city, but it was big enough, and most of the mutual acquaintances she and Roger had shared had stopped talking to either one or the other of them over the last couple of years. (More Roger than her, of course, because she didn't make a habit of borrowing money, clothes, cigarettes, weed, books, DVDs, and on one memorable occasion a car and then failing to return it for some elaborate reason.) Fujiko got a lot of blank looks, several utterances of "Dunno, but I saw him the other day--say, I didn't know you two had gotten back together!", and one or two offers to help her do grievous bodily harm to Roger when she finally found him. Which she did, Thursday after work. She talked to a guy who knew a girl who was Roger's cousin, and when asked over the phone, that girl mentioned that her mom had talked to Roger's dad and he'd said that he'd shacked up with Fujiko again, but that she'd moved. All of which would have been another great big dead end, except that she mentioned that her mom mentioned that his dad mentioned that he was living over in the Palace Hills apartments. All of which meant that by the time she got to the apartment building, and knocked on thirty-seven doors, one after another after another, asking each time, "Hi, does Roger Wilding live here?" and hearing "No" thirty-seven times in varying tones of indifference and hostility, Fujiko was a little bit pissed. She wanted to give up and go home, but she'd spent four days of effort getting this far, and she wasn't going to quit now that she'd found at least the right building. (Or complex of buildings. She was trying not to think about the other three identical sets of apartments next door.) All that frustration, irritation, and simmering anger finally came to a boil when she knocked on the thirty-eighth door... And she also answered. It was almost like looking into a mirror. There was maybe a half-inch difference in their heights, the other girl had slightly higher cheekbones and perhaps a little bit bigger boobs (OK, definitely bigger boobs), but she dressed like Fujiko, she did her hair like Fujiko, and Fujiko even noticed a little bit of a tattoo sticking out from under the other girl's shirt sleeve. Without even seeing it, she knew that it would be a unicorn, rampant, facing to the dexter, the legacy of a teenage infatuation with Roger Zelazny. Or, that's what it was in Fujiko's case. In this other girl's case, it was fucking creepy, that's what it was. "The fuck?" she said, before she could think of anything more polite. It was even creepier that the other girl said the same thing at the same time. It deepened the illusion of looking into a mirror. She said something, and someone else's lips moved. Fujiko felt like she'd just walked into an episode of 'The Twilight Zone'. She asked, "Who are you?" and got that same sense of weird stereo hearing as the other girl asked the same exact question. Fujiko had just about had enough of this shit. The other girl was saying the same thing she was every time and it was freaking her out. So when Fujiko answered her question, she answered, "I'm Roger's ex-girlfriend," heavily emphasizing the 'ex'. And the other girl answered, "I'm Fujiko." That was actually creepier than if she'd said the exact same thing. Fujiko put her hands on her hips. The other girl (Fujiko refused to believe that they shared a name) did the exact same thing. Oh, man, Fujiko thought. Everyone's right. That does make me look like a five-year-old girl. Self-conscious, she let her hands fall to her sides. The other girl duplicated the motion. Fujiko shivered. Both girls shouted at the same time. "Roger!" After a few moments, Roger came running out of the bedroom. Still the same old Roger she remembered. Two days of blond stubble, unkempt blond hair kept under a baseball cap to hide the fact that he hadn't washed it or combed it, clothes that didn't match each other or themselves, and those same deep brown eyes with that slightly cross-eyed look that always made him seem like he'd just been hit with a fish. What had she ever seen in him, anyway? He looked at her with a weird mixture of panic and delight. "Fuji!" he said. "Oh my God, I can't believe--after what you said a year ago, I really thought I was never going to see you again!" "I can tell," she said icily. "What the hell did you do, clone me?" The other Fujiko shot her a glare. "Excuse me, lady, but dressing up like me and coming to my apartment--" "Dressing up like you? I was into the Ramones when you were still in the test tube, 'Fujiko'. You couldn't be less original if you had 'Xerox' tattooed on your ass!" Fujiko was amazed at how angry she was. She felt like the other girl had taken something personal and precious and made it somehow less valuable by copying it. Because, well...she had. "Oh, really? So this isn't you deciding to come crawling back to Roger and dressing up the way he likes so he'll take you back? Because I gotta tell you, he's already got me, I don't think he needs the flat-chested bargain basement version." "Flat-chested?" Absolutely true, but it wasn't like the other girl was packing D-cups or anything. "Listen, you skanky--" "Girls!" Roger said in pleading tones. "Please, just...be cool for a second, OK? The neighbors can hear you. I don't want the cops coming in or something. Just come on inside, sit down on the couch, and I will explain everything." Fujiko shot a foul glare at the other girl, and received one in return. "Alright," she said, stomping into the living room, "but this better be good." She sat down on the couch. Roger gestured to the other girl. "You too, Fuji." The other girl rolled her eyes in disdain, but sat down on the other end of the couch, as far away from Fujiko as she could possibly get. "OK. Now, Fujiko, press your hands together." Fujiko looked at him like he'd totally lost it (and the evidence seemed to back her up on this), but the other girl cheerfully put her hands together, palms facing, and pressed as tightly as she could. "Good girl," Roger said in a condescending tone that made the real Fujiko want to slap him. "And what happens when you press your hands together?" The girl looked down at her own hands in an expression of astonishment. "They get stuck," she said in a slightly dazed tone. Fujiko looked at her. Was she stoned? "And what happens when you try to move them?" "I try to pull them apart," she said, her voice strained with effort as she looked down at her hands, "but I can't move them. And I get tired from pulling. And that makes me pull harder." Her voice got sleepier, and she began to smile gently. "And that makes me more tired. And then I remember..." "That's right," Roger said softly. Fujiko was starting to get seriously creeped out here. "You remember that the only way to get them to come apart is to relax them completely." The other girl let out a little sigh, and her eyes rolled back into her head and closed as she leaned back into the couch. Her hands fell apart to rest bonelessly at her sides. "Good girl," Roger said. "Now just stay relaxed for a while, not hearing anything until I touch your forehead." He looked back over at Fujiko. "Sorry about that," he said. "Now we can talk." Fujiko looked at the apparently comatose girl sitting on the couch with her. She tried to compose her thoughts. "OK. In order. Who the fuck is she, what the fuck did you do to her just now, what the fuck is going on here, and what the FUCK is going on here?" Roger grabbed a folding chair and sat down across from her. "It's a long story, Fuji. I..." He smiled. "Wow, it's good to see you. You have no idea how much I missed you." Fujiko looked over at the girl with the multi-colored hair. "No, actually I think I do. Cut the bullshit, Roger, and tell me what the fuck is going on." Because this wasn't just 'Hey, dye your hair, it'll look really cute that way', or 'Hey, I bought you a new wardrobe'. This girl, whoever she really was, she had bought totally into being Fujiko. Even took the name. Fujiko shivered. Roger steepled his hands together. "Well, it all starts a year ago. I was kind of a wreck after you dumped me, Fuj. I just couldn't think of anything but you, and how stupid I'd been, and how I just let the best thing in my life slip through my fingers because I was dumb and lazy and...worthless. I just felt totally worthless. I wanted to find you and beg you to take me back, but...you were right. All those things you said about me that night were true. I didn't feel like I deserved you." And I moved without leaving a forwarding address and threatened you with a restraining order if you ever tried to find me again, Fujiko thought. But she didn't interrupt him. "And I was a wreck, like I said. Just an absolute shambles. I was crashing over at Doug's place on his couch, just hanging around watching TV and feeling sorry for myself." Sort of like our relationship, Fujiko thought. Except that you probably never asked Doug if he'd be interested in a threesome with Brianna. "And they had this ad for a seminar on hypnotherapy. Talked about all the things you could do with it, mentioned that you could have a good career as a hypnotherapist, and I thought, hey, maybe I could do that. Because I mean, I know I've always been a pretty persuasive guy. I think that's why I never really tried to make anything of myself. I could just always get people to take care of me." Tell me about it, Fujiko added, but only in her head. "And I think maybe in the back of my head I had this stupid idea that if I learned how to hypnotize people really well, I could maybe...I don't know, hypnotize you into loving me again." Roger held up his hands defensively on seeing the expression on her face. "I know, I know. But I was really messed up back then, and I missed you so bad..." Fujiko tried hard not to look at the other Fujiko, still slumped back onto the couch cushions not hearing anything they said. 'Messed up back then.' And now you're a poster child for sanity. Miss You "But so I got Doug to front me a little money, and I signed up for the seminar." Roger beamed with pride for a moment. It was the first time Fujiko had ever seen him proud of anything he'd done. "I'm a natural, Fuji. By the end of the first class, I could put people under in less than a minute. It's amazing, all the stuff you can do with hypnosis." Fujiko couldn't help herself this time, she looked at the other girl. "Yeah," she said coldly. "I'm beginning to pick that up." Roger looked hurt. "It's not like that! Okay, maybe it all got a little out of control, but it's not as bad as it looks. I met Cho in the class." "Cho. Not 'Fujiko'?" She felt like her stomach acid was climbing up into her throat as she said it. "She thinks it's a pet name, that's all," Roger said. "And it is, kind of. She reminded me so much of you, Fuji, that it almost hurt at first. And she was smart and funny, just like you, and they paired us off a lot to practice on each other." He smiled. "She's really good at going into hypnosis. Smart, imaginative people tend to be good subjects. And like I said, I'm a really good hypnotist. She would go so deep, it was like the rest of the class wasn't even there for her." "So naturally, you decided to brainwash her into thinking she was me," Fujiko said. "Sure, it all makes sense now." "It wasn't like that!" Roger said defensively. "I just...I just suggested that she enjoyed spending time with me, and that she trusted me. That was all for a long time, honest. We'd go out together after class, hang out, and I'd practice trancing her some more. And after a few months, I noticed that she'd gotten so used to being in trance for me and trusting me that she'd do things I suggested even when she wasn't hypnotized." "Yes," Fujiko said, her venom now in full flow, "there are a lot of us who've made that mistake. So where'd the makeover start?" "With the clothes," Roger said sheepishly. "You got me into a lot of cool music, Fuj." And you still have about a dozen of my CDs, Fujiko added mentally. "And Cho and I would listen to it together. And I'd done this thing, just as a joke, where every time I rubbed my chin, she'd feel good. Warm, y'know? Happy. Really happy." "We are talking orgasms here, right?" "Um..." Roger lowered his eyes sheepishly. "Yeah. Not, like, screaming or moaning or anything, she wouldn't make a scene, but yeah, it felt really good to her. And anyway, we were listening to some Green Day, and I was doing the chin thing, and I suggested she should get herself a Green Day shirt like the one you had. Not that I told her about you. I thought it might weird her out." "Now why would any of this possibly weird someone out?" Fujiko asked sarcastically. "The point is, she showed up the next day to class wearing the shirt. And it just made her look even more like you. I thought I was getting over you, but seeing her like that just made me miss you even more. And so I thought, well, maybe I could just give her a few nudges, y'know? Make her a little more like you, so I wouldn't miss you so bad. So I kept rubbing my chin every time I saw her do something you would do, every time she'd use an expression like yours, or put her hands on her hips like you do, or...just, you know. Every time she acted like you." "Or every time you called her 'Fujiko'. Does she even remember her real name anymore, Roger? Did you leave her that?" Fujiko had never been so angry in her entire life. She'd been angry before hearing the story, so angry it amazed her, but now she was so angry it scared her. She'd never met Cho in her life, but she wanted to grab the poor girl and hug her and drag her out of here to safety, shortly after taking a butcher knife and cutting off Roger's...wow. She realized she really wanted to hurt him. Her whole body quivered a little with rage. "Yes!" Roger said. "Probably, I mean...I don't know, I just call her 'Fujiko' and it makes her happy. It's not like she's brainwashed or anything. Not really. She's just made a few changes. Just dyed her hair, gotten a tattoo, nothing people don't do every day. It's no big deal." Fujiko stood up. "No, Roger. It's mean and it's creepy and it's a level of fucked-up stupidity I didn't even think you were capable of." She leaned over and tapped Cho (because dammit, she was Cho) on the forehead. "Come on, girl," she said, grabbing Cho by one limp wrist. "We're getting you out of here. Roger, you ever come near me or her again and I swear to God, I will kill you and not even--" "Hold her, Fuji," Roger said. Suddenly, Cho was anything but boneless. She grabbed Fujiko tightly, with a strength that belied her tiny body, and Fujiko realized that tapping Cho's forehead hadn't actually woken her up. Just let her listen to Roger's commands again. Fujiko struggled, but Cho had the strength of a woman possessed. Or more accurately, the strength of a woman hypnotized. Fujiko drew breath to scream, but Roger clapped his hand over her mouth. "I'm sorry, Fuj," he said. "I know it's wrong, I knew it was wrong a year ago when I first thought of it. But I can't lose you again, not now that you're right here." He fixed his big, puppy-dog eyes on Fujiko's, holding her head still while Cho held her body. "I have to do whatever it takes to keep you here with me. Even if it means hypnotizing you." Fujiko screamed, but his hand muffled her voice. His eyes loomed large in her field of vision. "Because I do still miss you." THE END Miss You Pt. 01-07 Well here I sit again alone, I watch the clock and check my phone. But still no call or ounce or trace. I grab my head and hide my face. I wish so much that at the end, You'd type the rest and hit the send, To long so much to hear your voice. It's like I have no other choice. So with frustration, None to say, I grab my driest cabernet. Screw the cork, and pour a glass, Turn the music on full blast. I lay and sink within my muse. Trying hard to just diffuse. Releasing thoughts despite the heat, I closed my eyes and fell asleep... A little light but also hazy. You know how much you drive me crazy. Looking deep within my eyes, I might as well have hypnotized. Cause in that state, I made you crack, A sudden increase heart attack. You looked at me as I did you, Our lips an inch from what we'd do. If only so it'd truly be, And not within a stupid dream. Please don't stop, I need you so. Baby please just let me know. You grabbed my chin, And made me weak. I swear to God, I couldn't think. Just one more inch, And then I'm there. You ran your fingers through my hair, Held me close and like a flood, Ignited sparks within my blood. Pumping faster, fight to stay. Do not wake until I say. Trembling hard I start to sink, Endorphins reaching toward the brink. Take me now, I'm more than close. My heart about to overdose. Our lips had touched but then would fade. And then I woke to my dismay. Miss You Pt. 2 ...I'm sweating now. And shocked to hell, I jumped back up and dropped my cell. "Fuck, how long had I been out?" I checked the time and couldn't count. I'm still so numb and out of place, Removed my top and wiped my face. Without a doubt I laid in stress, In dire need to just regress. And so I rose despite my power, To take a long relaxing shower. On my way, my clothes would strip, I slid my shorts down past my hip, My panties thrown, my bra undone. I took my hair down from a bun. To run the water scalding hot, Knowing now your call was not. So in the tub I raised the pin, And let the water soothe my skin. I threw my head back, breathing deep. Taking in the steamy heat. It felt so good to just unwind, After patience killed my time. And none-the-less I gave a care, I smoothed my face and squeezed my hair. I closed my eyes and just relaxed, As bubbles formed my back and ass. My hands were pressed against the wall, Leaning under water fall. And almost thinking twice once more, I dreamt and let the water pour. To think about the time and place, The way you smell and almost taste. The things you say and wish to do, The way you hold me up to you. The way I loose you in my eyes, And never stopping helpless tries, To just come closer to my needs, You know I long to give and please. For all I know, you're always there, Never stopping once to care. And ever knowing what could be, If only so we then would see. I thought about the change of rate, A single second more to wait, Until I see you one more time, To feel my heart beat to a rhyme, This very minute as I write, I cannot help but wish I might, For only then I'll feel in place. And never more will be a waste. My eyes were gone but felt entranced, As I was leaning without stance, Somewhat feeling almost high, I felt a presence standing by. Miss You Pt. 3 I'm so zoned out, I think I mean... What if this is still a dream? I still stood close to think of much, And then I felt the slightest touch. This can't be real, I'm out of sync. I need to focus hard to think. I'm just so lost, then like a wreck, "You're so damn sexy when you're wet." All at once, I jumped and screamed, Woken up within my dream. I turned around to see you here, "How'd you..." You hushed my lips and pulled me near. You ran your finger down my chin, Returning to that place we've been. Again you grabbed me by the hair, And kissed me deep without a care. Breathing heavy, dense, and brisk. You took my waist and grabbed my hips, Moving lower down my ass, You grasped it hard and made it last. Water falling endlessly, You made it very hard to breathe. So after lips again had met, You made your way down to my neck, Biting hard, you rolled my eyes, Body numb and paralyzed. I'm so intense and in my zone, I grabbed your cock and made you moan, No longer teasing or provoked, My hand was jerking while I stroked. You looked down on me like you knew, Of all the things I'd want to do. I very slow came down to please, And sucked your cock upon my knees. You took a breath and deeply tense, Your moans were sounding so immense. I watched you want it very sweet. You grabbed my hair and pushed it deep. I took its length and looked up high, Watching as I hypnotized. It felt so good to let it go, To loose control and feel it grow. I then let off and licked to taste, Starting down below the base, To rise the length again and down, Teased the tip and all around. I swear you looked so very hot, While I was sucking on your cock. My hands slid up to only pass, And used my nails to scratch your abs. You needed more and so you knew. You grabbed and pulled me up to you. Now in your zone, still not enough, You kissed my mouth and made it rough, Squeezing harder, Giving more, You smacked my ass and made it sore. I squealed and moaned to take it all. You pinned me hard against the wall, Grabbed my breasts to lick and squeeze, It's now your turn to start to please. Miss You Pt. 4 You held me closer to your chest, And ran your tongue between my breasts. I grabbed your back and down your spine, Felt you tease and take your time. Further down you then proceed, Taking all you want and need. You kissed my stomach and my abs, Grabbed my hips and down my ass. And then released the loudest cry, As you had made it to my thigh. You licked and bit me on the top, "Baby please don't fucking stop!" You sucked so hard you made me bleed, But still you couldn't stop for me. You looked so sexy with your eyes, Attempting nothing now with tries. No more holding back a thing, I grabbed my breast and pulled my ring. "Tell me love, have we been good," "Or misbehaved just like we should?" I couldn't think and before I'd say, You rubbed my clit to only play. Roughly hard and such a tease, I started moaning as you pleased. But then you grabbed and threw my leg, Up and on your shoulder blade, Spread apart you start to taunt. "This is what you fucking want." You ate me rough and then I'd shake, To every move you always make. I pulled your hair and grabbed your head, As you were sucking I had said, "I've thought so much, you have no clue," "Of all the things I'd wish you'd do." "And done no wrong for I behave," Taking in the pleasure wave, "I cannot help the way I feel," "You made my dream become so real." I felt so gone and in a state, But then I felt you penetrate. Your tongue was licking fast and deep, Moaning as I saw you eat. I threw my head and willingly, "That's right lover, work for me." You moaned but never once would stop, Letting all the water drop. You grabbed my leg and held it tight, Squeezing hard with all your might. As all my wetness came to drip, You grabbed my thigh and sucked my clit. I swear to God I almost fell, A second more or less to tell. And then that's when I screamed to thrash, You shoved two fingers up my ass. "Oh fuck yes!!" I tried to fight. "You know exactly what I like!" I love it when you hold me back, To push it harder, while I'd scratch. "Baby, please it feels so good!" "Give me more, I almost could.." I felt so close and very numb, I feel like I'm about to cum. You moaned and yelled enough to shout, "Cum inside my fucking mouth!" And just enough I reached that point, Convulsing hard through every joint, My nerves were rushing through my head, "Now take me to the fucking bed." Miss You Pt. 5 You picked me up and still not done, "We've only started and begun." You dropped the pin and let it drain, As cool air hit us in the face. Nothing more than just a growl, We didn't even grab a towel. You threw me down upon the bed, Still soaking wet and then had said, "You know I watched you when you'd dream." "Awfully sexy in a scheme." "But now I've got you to myself." You bit down hard and left a welt. "You may be tired none-the-less," "But luckily you're all undressed." "So let us take that sexy body," "And punish it by being naughty." You held me close and pinned me down, Kissing deeply on my mouth. I struggled soon but not for long. You're just so good as you are strong. You really don't have any clue, Of all the things I want to do. I took your neck and held it tight, Closed my eyes and didn't fight. All the way down in a line, I made a path along your spine. A solid mark but soon would scratch, And leave you bleeding on your back. You growled and loved it while I'd inflict, And as I started, you had licked. You took my breasts and bit them hard, Moaning loud, I took each scar. I dug in deeper, making more, Cutting harder, so its sore. "You love it when I give you pain?" You nodded and had moaned my name. "Well good cause this is just your luck," "Cause tonight I'm gunna fuck you up!" I bit your lip and brought it back, You squeezed my ass and then a smack, Proceeding further, cease to stop, I very roughly grabbed your cock. "Put it in me, fuck me deep," I moaned and begged you very sweet. You pressed your forehead to my own, Aggressively you growled and moaned, To take my legs and throw behind, So you would straddle at this time. "You wanna feel it you little sin?" You pushed it hard and shoved it in. I screamed out loud but then would choke, While you were pressing on my throat. I thrashed about but felt insane, While oxygen had left my veins, Thus leaving me within a trance. The greatest pain to take a chance, A rush beyond the highest count. Enough to breathe a small amount. To see you smile and kiss my lip, A drug to make me want to trip. And again I felt my blood ignite, Rushing hard to try to fight. My pulse intense, My heart in lust, I felt as if it would combust. Almost loosing half a beat, As you let off, I found relief. Miss You Pt. 6 Seeing clearer, somewhat new, I rolled and somehow straddled you. I threw you down upon your back, Stained the sheets with blood I'd scratch. But honestly I couldn't care, I grabbed and pulled you by the hair. Kissed your mouth and other things, Scratched your chest and pulled your rings. Put your wrists above your head, And cuffed them both onto the bed. But just enough to make us each, You moaned and thrust, just tried to reach. It stood so hard against my clit, But no way you could fuck with it. You tried so hard to push it through, But only I was stopping you. "Now how's it feel to be the one," "To never get to have your fun?" "And every night I wish and wait," "The chance to so anticipate." "You want it then you'll have to work," "And baby I will make it hurt." You moaned and smiled but did as told, As I had pinned you with control. I licked your neck and kissed your ear, Brought you close and very near, Breathing heavy, moaned your name, Never more or once the same. I slid the top in just an inch, And bit my lip into a pinch. Frustration just a little more, I threw the keys onto the floor. Smiled and blew a little kiss, All the while, enjoying this. Brought my breast up to your lip, Just to have the slightest lick. But as you'd try, I'd pull away, Teasing as you'd want to play. Now sweating hard, you need to feel, Struggling to my sex appeal. I slid my way below your chest, Down your stomach with my breasts. Bending over, kissed the top, Just above your throbbing cock. You moaned so sexy as I'd tease, "Take it gorgeous, suck for me." Looking up and flashed that grin, I couldn't help but lick your skin. I grabbed it hard with every measure, Squeezing hard, increasing pleasure. Pressing it against my lip, Full and luscious in my grip. I took the head and put it in, Sucking hard, you'd smile and grin. Working rough and very sweet, I'd slowly shove it hard and deep. To watch you flex and try so much, Just to have the slightest touch. I then had increased, more intense. Faster, harder, so immense. All the way, I took it wide, And shoved it all so deep inside. My other hand I slid below, And rubbed my clit to pinch and moan. I'm so damn wet, I showed my eyes, As it was running down my thighs. I need to feel again and now. I crawled back up and held you down. Miss You Pt. 7 You looked so good, I grabbed your face, So close to mine, I then would taste. Kissing deep I couldn't help, But bite your neck and leave a welt. "Let me out and surely note," "I'll cum inside that sexy throat." With that I got up off my knees, To reach the floor and grab the keys, Unlatched the cuffs and now was free, And then you grabbed a hold of me. You took your length and let it pass, Along the crease below my ass, To push it hard, you thrust and sighed, As it was now all shoved inside. I rode you slow but soon was rough. I never once could get enough. I arched my back and breathed the air, You grabbed a fist full of my hair, Pulled me down and thrust it deep, While I was moaning very sweet. It hurt so good to feel the pain, To make me yell and scream your name. I hardly let a moment pass, While you were thrusting up my ass. "I've wished and thought so very long," "And hardly knew if right or wrong." "But none-the-less you made me care," You cut me off to pull my hair. I squealed but took it all and more. You smacked me hard and made me sore. You really make me loose my mind, As you would fuck me while I grind. "Harder baby, do not stop!" You moaned and looked so fucking hot. You turned me down to thrust behind, As you would fuck me on my side. You raised my leg up in the air, And pounded harder everywhere. I hid my face to hide my scream, For this is better than my dream. Sweating hard, I used my teeth, Clenching down upon the sheet. You grabbed my hair and pulled beside, To hold me close to moan and sigh. I knew you're almost near or close, And so I begged to taste the most. You pulled it out and took my face, Bent me down to lick and taste. I sucked it hard and rolled your head, Bracing hard upon the bed. And then I looked up to the sky, To let you see my sexy eyes. Moaning softly, almost done, I took and swallowed all your cum. Alternate Scene ...I'm sweating now. And shocked to hell, I jumped back up and dropped my cell. "Fuck, how long had I been out?" I checked the time and couldn't count. I'm still so numb and out of place, Removed my top and wiped my face. I laid back down and heard a ding, Picked up my phone, but not a ring. I saw a light blink on and off, From on the desk I flipped the top. The screen was bright and burnt my eyes. But then adjusted with some tries. "You've just received a new alert!" I swear, if its another flirt, Prepared for just the usual thing, I'm shocked to what this message brings. The name unknown, the subject blank, I'm so impatient cause I drank. I click the link to read the rest, For no idea or even guess. I scrolled the page then couldn't move. For the message read, "I'm watching you." Now normally I'd hit delete, But this was not a normal greet. Cause at that moment, on the hour, Something clicked and killed the power. "What the fuck?!" It's dark as hell. I jumped back up but tripped and fell. I laid and cursed, and spilled my wine, But standing up, I took my time. I stretched my arms to feel around, And tried to listen for a sound. I made my way across the hall, Making sure I wouldn't fall. Into the room I found the bed, To feel the bottom toward the head. And right beside I found the drawer, Pulled it out and looking for... ...Where's it at? I know its here. And then that's when I was in fear, Cause somehow someone broke the lock, And took my semi-auto glock. Without a doubt I stood in panic, Trying hard to not get frantic. And turning round without a choice, You kissed my lips to hush my voice. I squealed and punched you in the gut, A strong and painful uppercut. But still the same, you showed no fit, "You really need to learn to hit." I started yelling with all I had, "You're so damn cute when you get mad." You picked me up and threw me down, Kissing deeply on my mouth. I tried to fight but not for long. You're just so good as you are strong. You really don't have any clue, Of all the things I want to do. I grabbed your back and ripped your shirt, No care at all if it had hurt. "You've no idea how much I've missed.." You cut me off again to kiss. And after lips again had met, You made your way down to my neck, Biting hard, you rolled my eyes, Body numb and paralyzed. Miss You Want You Thrill, it is a damned shame we are not lovers anymore. I imagine meeting you in the parking lot of the grocery store where we used to meet. I meet you there to get the pictures back that you scanned for me. You get into my Expedition that used to be our rolling bedroom. I guess you figure you will be polite and make small talk for two or three minutes before getting back in your car and leaving. You sit there beside me and hand me the pictures. I thank you again for the favor. And there are those eyes. Those killer eyes that go all through me…they see into me…they pierce and control me. My breath catches in my throat. My clit hardens and my legs involuntarily part slightly as if to make room for the expansion and contraction taking place inside my pussy. You are sitting there; I could touch you if I had the courage. But I don't have the courage; just the desire…the unmitigated longing to touch you, to put my hand against your chest, move it down your stomach, to your thigh and back up to TheEnterprise…that gorgeous cock that deserved the name…for it has gone inside me "where no man has gone before". Before I realize it, I am doing it…leaning over to you brazenly…without reservation or consideration of the consequences. I am kissing you, groping you, tasting, smelling, touching you…all my senses filled with you. I invite you to the back seat. No time to go to our usual spot. I need you now. I crawl to the back. I lift my tight red skirt to reveal my naked and shaved pussy. You see my wetness on the lips of my pussy seeping from me. My clit is peaking from its hood, begging to feel your sweet pubic hair rubbing and scratching against it. Please come to me Thrill. Let me fuck you. You get out of the truck and climb into the back seat. I can't get to you fast enough. You open your pants while I watch, opening my blouse and releasing my breasts in the meantime. Oh God, there it is…TheEnterprise, erect, hard, tall, strong. Your pants are beneath your knees. I take you in visually from head to toe. Jesus, God you are gorgeous. I lean down and take your cock into my mouth. I begin to shake. It has been too long. Your scent wafts into my nostrils. Your pheromones, the scent owned by no other. It sends me over the edge. I suck your cock…worshipping it, savoring it. My mouth waters with sticky wet saliva that saturates your cock. My mouth grips you and moves from the gorgeous head down to the base. Your head hits and presses against the back of my throat. You moan. My tongue reaches for your balls, coming just to the top of the sack, where it meets the base of your cock. I work my tongue against whatever part of you it can reach. Rolling it against the base of your cock. Slowly I move back up to the top. I hold your head in my mouth and slowly roll it around inside my mouth. It touches my tongue, the sides and roof of my mouth, against my lips. I slide the head out and move my mouth sideways down the underside to the base again. I can't control myself. I suck and lick the base of your cock while my hand pumps up and down the upper part of the shaft. I take your balls into my mouth. My spit slides down between the cheeks of your ass. I want to devour you. My attention is averted to my pussy as it starts to throb powerfully. It is almost painful. I need to be filled. I need you inside me. I straddle you. Your cock is hard and pointed at my pussy, poised for entry. I don't touch it with my hands. I just let it find its target like the heat seeking missile that it is. The head finds the opening. The head of your cock is immediately covered with the juices oozing from me more and more with each pulsation of my inner walls. My pussy is opening and closing…inviting you in. To come in and feel the warmth; the close, pulsating walls; the sticky cream that only you generate in such abundance. I slide down on your cock, down slowly, deliberately…farther and farther until it touches the tip of the inside of me…with still more to go until I reach the bottom of you. Pushing down further, I have all of you in me at last. The head of your cock is pressing against my cervix. My bare mound rests against your pubis. I feel your hair against me. I feel your cock filling the inside of me. I rise on it, slowly so that we feel the opposite of what was just felt. When I can go no higher, and drop back to where I was…and sit there and savor the feeling again. My pussy spontaneously squeezes you. Then, I start to ride you, up and down, pumping you. You meet my strokes with your own…lifting your ass from the seat and back in rhythm with me. We are pumping now. My eyes start to water. My face contorts, my mouth opens to form a scream, but I must not scream. I am losing my breath…tears are streaming from my eyes. I quiver, then shake, then finally, I convulse and buck. I am cumming. I have to hold onto you. I am afraid, happy, breathless, weightless. I pull you to me for strength. I bury my face in your neck. I have to yell, or scream, or cry out. I go down onto you as far as I can and push there as if I could go farther. My body stiffens. I can no longer move. My orgasm takes over me. I am no longer in control. I scream into your neck, "I am cumming." But you already know. You feel the walls of my pussy squeezing your cock as if it were trying to milk the cum from you. My orgasm lasts forever…and not long enough. You push me back into the seat and push my legs far apart and look down at me from between them. I gain enough composure to look at you. You begin to move toward me, between my legs, above me, looking at me as you approach. Oh God, I am cumming again at the very sight of you mounting me…that beautiful sight that I can never see too often. How much can I take? Tears swell again. I am panting moans. You are above me now. You slide your cock into me and lay down atop me. I feel your body against mine. Your face in my neck, your chest, your arms against mine…pulling me in, your cock and strong pubis banging into me. I wrap my thighs around your back and pull you closer in. You continue to pump me. I pump you right back. I run my hands along your back, from the narrow part just above your ass, up as it widens to your shoulders. Another wave hits me. I can't breath. I don't want to. I only want to feel this, you, your cock, my orgasm. I cannot hear, see, or think. I can only feel…and it feels wonderful. As you continue to pump into me tears flow down my cheeks. They are voluntary and involuntary. Another climactic wave flows over me. I have to breath. I have to get control. You are sending me further out. But I don't want to come back. I don't want this to end. You rise up and look down at me. I look into your eyes. I see my secrets reflected back at me. You know me. You lean down and softly kiss me. My head is getting lighter. My body is trembling. I bury my face against you. I hold on as tightly as I can until I can't any longer. I become weak. I have no more control. My head falls back. I let go…I sink into the seat with you still in me, on me, surrounding me with your body, your heat, your sensuality. It is more than I can stand. I drift away softly. "Bunny. Hey…Bunny, are you OK?" I hear your voice. I open my eyes and see you there above me. I smile. God, yes, My Thrill…I am fine. And so are you.