The Door in the Closet
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Chapter Two
I could hear my mom crying on the other side of the wall. While the bed in my parent's bedroom squeaked and Daddy cursed, she wept. I guessed Mom wasn't going anywhere for awhile and I shook my head at that. She had the guts to cheat on my dad, but not enough to fight him off. Maybe that's what love does to a woman, I didn't know. I thought I loved Mahk sometimes and I even told him that every now and again, but I probably didn't mean it. I didn't love him enough to let him rape me, I knew that much, and I wasn't sure I wanted to.
What I wanted to do was turn on my music and cover my head with my pillow, but I didn't want to stop looking at the closet door either. By the time the noise had mostly stopped in the room next to mine, I was standing by my closet, biting my lip and feeling my heart ready to burst. My hands shook and I sort of slapped at the doorknob like it might give me a shock.
After a few deep breaths, I opened it and winced at the creaky hinges. I hadn't noticed that before. The other door, his door, yawned wide open with the bedroom still there and looking the same. I could see the boy sitting on his bed cross-legged and doing some homework it looked like. He had a book open while he wrote on a notepad and didn't seem to notice me.
"Hey," I said and then louder. "Hey, um…Jimmy!"
He didn't look up or anything and I frowned because I wasn't sure if I should just walk in or not. I'd be pretty mad if I found some strange girl in my bedroom and then she ran into my closet and disappeared. Did he know about the door? He must know about it, he saw me go through it. Why didn't he chase me though? That's what I would have done. Or maybe not. I mean, I'm not really tough or anything. I'm a girl, yeah, but chasing people, even if they were in my bedroom, would have been a little too freaky for me, I think. I'd just be happy that they were gone.
But Jimmy was a boy and they don't seem to think like girls usually, so probably he didn't want to chase anybody either. He wanted to be left alone, more than likely, and I really wondered if I shouldn't wait until he left and then I could just write a note and leave it for him. I wondered if he had my stuff too, since there used to be shelves and clothes and junk in my closet. I'd sort of forgotten about that.
"Hey! Boy!" I tried again, almost too loudly. I didn't want to attract my dad's attention or wake him up if he was sleeping.
Still, the boy on the bed didn't look at me. I swallowed hard, really hoping I knew what I was doing when I stepped into his bedroom for the second time that evening.
"Hey," I said from less than ten feet away and he about jumped off of his bed.
"What? Where'd you come from?" Jimmy looked even more scared than I felt.
"Hi." I smiled weakly, trying to look as totally harmless as I could.
"Who are you?" His hazel eyes were big and round and he bit his bottom lip.
Jimmy glanced around the room like there might be more of me, and he'd picked up his school textbook. I didn't think he planned on throwing it at me or anything, he held it more like a shield than anything else. His auburn hair looked kind of long for a boy, I thought, and unruly. Some of it had gotten in his face when he'd moved, so Jimmy shook his head, but that just made it worse and I had to give him a real smile.
"I'm Jilly," I told him and for whatever reason most of my fear had gone away. Not all of it and I felt plenty nervous, but I knew this boy wasn't going to hurt me. I could tell stuff like that about other people real easy by the time I'd turned sixteen, believe me.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, standing on the other side of his bed and holding that book like he'd never let it go.
"I don't know," I said truthfully, pulling some long auburn hair out of my eyes. It liked to go everywhere and mostly I just kept it in a ponytail.
"What?" He didn't look like he believed me, or even believed in me, if that makes any sense.
"I, uh…I opened my closet door…" I glanced over my shoulder and the door had closed, although I didn't remember closing it.
"What?"
"…and I saw your bedroom," I continued. "It's just like mine, sorta."
"That's my closet," Jimmy said and I nodded. "You can't live in my closet."
"I don't live in your closet!" I giggled and felt a lot better now that we were talking. "I live in my own house, except…I dunno, they're like connected now or something."
"Where'd you go?" he asked me, as if the boy hadn't heard a word I'd just said. "I looked for you and you weren't in there."
"In where?" I looked at the closet again. "I told you, I went to my own bedroom."
"That's impossible," he said and I had to agree with that.
"Yeah," I said. "Except it isn't anymore, I guess."
"Prove it," he told me and I did.
"Okay," I said, walking to the door and opening it. There was my bedroom, plain as day. "See? It's right there. You wanna come over?"
"Where did that come from?" Jimmy wondered in a whisper and I giggled again. His eyes looked like they were going to pop out of his head.
"I don't know! I just found it. Look…" I scrunched up my nose at him. "It's perfectly safe."
I stepped into my bedroom and turned around and he just stood there, staring at me from the other side.
"Come on!" I grinned and waved at him to follow, but he didn't move and I didn't think he could hear me. I walked back into his room after a few seconds and he started to smile, just a little one, but it made him really cute.
"I saw you," he said. "You were waving at me."
"You didn't see it before though?" I wondered and Jimmy shook his head.
"No, it was a closet when you went in before," he told me seriously.
"That's weird," I decided. "You couldn't hear me though, huh?"
"No," he shook his head. "I saw your lips moving, but I didn't hear anything. It's kind of strange."
"Yeah!" I grinned at him and then he gave me a real smile. "You're Jimmy, right?"
"Yeah," he said. "You're name is, um…"
"Jilly," I reminded him. "Jimmy's a funny name. Are we in Nippan or someplace?"
"Nippan?" He looked confused.
"Yeah, you know…Tokahama? The place with all the groundshakes all the time?" I held up my hands, inviting some understanding. Tokahama was only the biggest city on the planet, he must have heard of that.
"Um…Japan?" he asked me and I didn't know what that meant.
"Never mind." I laughed. "Everything here is so weird. Hey, uh…Can I hang out with you for a little bit?"
"Here?" Jimmy blinked at me and then his eyes went up and down and I knew he was checking me out. He'd probably been checking me out before, but this time he forgot to hide it. That was cool though, boys did that stuff and I'd kind of accidentally dressed for it anyway.
"Yeah." I gave the closet a little glance. "My old man's kind of, um…He's sick, so I have to be really quiet and stuff. It sucks."
"Your dad?" he asked me and I nodded.
"I guess you can," Jimmy agreed slowly and he glanced at his bedroom door. "If my mom catches you up here though…"
"Yeah!" I rolled my eyes. "My mom's a bitch too sometimes."
"What? No!" He looked at me sort of shocked. "My mom's nice and all. I just mean she won't like it if some girl's up here and…"
"I didn't mean anything about your mom." I made a face at the boy. "I just thought, you know, maybe she was like my mom. If she's cool, then…cool."
"Yeah." He nodded. "Sorry, I just…My mom's not a bitch or anything."
"Okay," I agreed.
"Okay."
"So…I can hang out, right?" I asked him again.
"You know anything about human biology?" Jimmy asked with a smile.
"Uh…Is that like animal stuff?" I frowned because my biology classes pretty much sucked. I'm not like a walking brunette joke or anything, but I'm no brain surgeon either.
"Animals?" He laughed at me. "No! People…Human biology. The respiratory system and all that?"
"Oh, people!" I nodded. "Yeah, I had that class before. I just never heard it called, um…whatever you called it."
"Great!" Jimmy grinned at me. "I've got a test on it tomorrow. You can help me study."
"Study?" I shrugged, but I'd never been much for homework or anything. At least I'd have something to do for awhile though. He looked pretty cute too, even if he was acting like a serious momma's boy. I never did homework.
We sat on his bed and I was wearing pretty much what I always wore, a pair of leather shorts and a plain white t-shirt. The shorts were real catskin and they were pretty expensive, except I'd swiped them from the store. I swiped most of my cool stuff, because trying to get credits out of my parents would have been a total waste of energy. Stealing was a lot easier.
Anyway, my shorts were tight and thin, super soft too and a really nice shade of Chartreux, blue like a winter sun. Jimmy liked them anyway and he kept stealing looks at my pussy, since it was mostly right there, but that's the whole point of wearing catskin shorts…They don't hide anything. After about ten minutes I'd really started to wonder if he'd ever seen a pair before, silly as that sounds.
"You like my shorts?" I finally asked him and Jimmy's big hazel eyes came up just long enough to make him blush.
"I'm sorry…" He cleared his throat and the boy tried valiantly to look anywhere but at me. "I can see your, uh…everything, I think."
"It's okay." I shrugged. "That's why I got them, you know?"
"What?" He looked at me again and this time he didn't look away, even though he must have wanted to.
"So boys can see me down there," I said. "Why? Is something wrong? I look nice, right?"
I looked down at myself, spreading my legs a bit wider, and I could see my vulva outlined clearly. The shorts were nice and tight between my little pussy lips like they were supposed to be. I reached down and felt my clitoris, but she was hiding. A little rub though, that's all it took, and then I had a cute little bump right at the top of my slit.
"No. I mean, yeah." He swallowed hard. "I just never saw shorts like that before."
"Huh." I wasn't sure if I really believed him or not, but I figured I did. He sure was acting weird though. "All the girls wear them at my school."
"They do?"
"Yeah," I said with a shrug. "Well, the ugly girls don't. Why? What do they wear at your school?"
"Ummm…I don't know," he said. "Skirts mostly and blouses, I guess. They can't wear shorts because the school has a dress code."
"Huh! So does mine!" I laughed. "Wearing a skirt to school would probably get a girl suspended though."
"Really?" Now Jimmy looked like he didn't believe me.
"Well, yeah," I nodded. "Dresses are okay for sports and stuff, but not for school."
"Oh," he said. "The girls here wear shorts at gym class."
"They do?" I rolled my eyes because he had to be teasing me.
"How come you show your…" He glanced at my shorts, at my pussy in particular, and licked his lips.
"My pussy?" I asked and he turned red again. "I dunno. Everybody does. We gotta wear something though, so…Clothes aren't supposed to hide anything, just keep us warm or whatever. Like you."
"Like me?"
"Yeah!" I said with a knowing nod. "You must have a really big dick, huh?"
"Uh!" Jimmy blinked at me.
"I mean your pants are seriously too big, so there must be a reason. How big is your dick?"
"My pants aren't too big!"
"Yeah they are!" I laughed at him. "God! I can't tell how big your balls are either. What a tease!"
"What?"
"Maybe you guys don't do that here," I thought out loud and then I told Jimmy, "Like at my school? All the guys show off their cocks and balls and everything. If you wear big pants, like yours? It means you've got a huge dick, except I guess yours isn't hard or anything, huh?"
"Oh, ummm…"
"But your pants are really big," I said. "That's so weird. Aren't you proud of your cock?"
"I…No! Maybe…I don't know…" He refused to stop blushing and I wondered if he had a really little dick. I hoped not, just because I didn't want to hurt his feelings or anything. We'd just met!
"Well," I shrugged, "I guess it's just different where I'm from."
"Yeah," Jimmy agreed and we were quiet for a minute. "Hey, um…So are all the girls at your school, like…sluts? Or something?
"What?" I stared at the boy and he turned red again, right on time. "What kind of stupid question is that?"
"I'm just…I mean, you said they show everything and…"
"It doesn't mean they're sluts!" I told him and then my mind started catching up. "You mean me? No! I'm not a slut, for your information, okay? I don't fuck just anybody anytime. I have a boyfriend."
"I know, yeah…I'm sorry…Okay…" Jimmy wilted beneath my steady gaze and he looked like he wanted to crawl into a hole and die. But really, asking a girl a question like that? He deserved it.
"Half the people on the planet have a cunt, you know," I told him, like maybe he didn't get the memo. "It's not like a huge secret and mine looks nice. I've got lipstick on and everything, wanna see?"
"Lipstick?"
"Yeah!" I giggled and my anger always goes away pretty quickly. "My mom won't let me wear lipstick or anything, but I swiped some from the mall."
"You mean…lipstick for your…pussy?" Jimmy looked at me like I had to be crazy and I nodded, reaching for my shorts.
"Yeah. Really red too," I told him and he stared intently as I had to lie down on his bed so I could lift my butt. "I got some blush too, bubblegum flavored. I can go put it on if you want to make out a little."
"M-Make out," he sort of gasped.
"Just cause I'm not a slut doesn't mean I don't make out," I told him with a shrug. I pushed my shorts down my creamy thighs and now he could see my moist red pussy lips.
I know my pussy is sexy and that's the biggest reason I wore those shorts. I'd sorta lied about all the girls wearing them. The girls who weren't really cute or whatever wore different kinds of shorts, or pants sometimes. I hate pants because my legs are pretty awesome, everyone says so. I just don't like my butt mostly; it's not very big or anything. Just little A-cups, you know? But most girls didn't wear a bra with shorts anyway, that would look kind of silly, unless they were like forty years old or something.
I had a training bra and I hated it, like my ass was untrainable, in my opinion. I wanted to get a butt job someday, seriously. As soon as I could afford it. Nothing too huge, just nice round C-cup glutes would be awesome! Mahk always laughed when I mentioned it, but he was one of those guys who said he loved small, hard butts like mine. He liked to say that more than a handful was a waste, but I'd seen him checking out some of the other girls at school, the ones with big round bubble butts, and it always made me a little jealous.
Boys are such liars sometimes, everybody knows that.
"Do you like my butt?" I asked him, rolling over so he could see it as I got the shorts off my feet.
"Ummm…"
"It's too small, huh?" I bit my lip, watching his face and trying to figure out what he thought of my ass.
"No," he replied with a hard swallow.
"No?" I narrowed my eyes.
"It's, um…You're pretty much…" He licked his lips.
"Never mind," I sighed.
"…perfect," Jimmy finished and I giggled at that.
"You don't have to lie that much!" I told him, teasing the boy as his eyes found mine. I have to admit that I did sort of like it though.