The Silence

To the stars if you wish! I smiled in my mind with the fluent imagination.

'We have a waiting room at our precinct if you wish.'

'Is it okay if I stay there?'

'Sure. It's for people who are in need.'

She said nothing.

'Isabella?'

'Yes?'

'You mind if I stay with you?'

Yes!! I felt the happiest.

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I parked my car in the garage at about 10 at night. We grabbed some dinner before we headed home. I lived in the second floor of a five storied apartment. I didn't share it with anyone but some of my colleagues lived in the same apartment. It could be a scene for them if I brought a girl at 10 in the night. But I thought to let it go because I was desperate anyway. But for exactly what I didn't know.

Thanks to my fortune there wasn't anyone using the lift when Amanda and I got into the lift.

I was opening my apartment door when Mrs. Gomez exited from her apartment opposite to mine.

Well, I really liked her but she wasn't actually that type of person you could tolerate any time.

She offered a warm smile and handed over two mails from the bank which she kept as I was away from home.

I thanked her when she asked, 'this pretty girl is your friend I guess, Bella.'

And here we go!

'Yes Mrs. Gomez. She is. Amanda, meet Mrs. Katherine Gomez, the caretaker of my apartment when I'm outside home. And Mrs. Gomez, this is Amanda Long, a very special friend of mine.'

I particularly emphasised on that VERY, and as expected that took Mrs. Gomez's attentions too.

Saying hello to her, Amanda entered into the apartment.

I was about to enter too when Mrs. Gomez dragged me and asked me whispering, 'so you're finally up to it?'

It could make me angry any other day. But I took pity on this elderly lady and smiled a charmed one, 'don't know Kate! But I'm keeping my finger crossed this time.'

Just then I shut the door and burst out in silent laughing. The face of her when I told!

Amanda was in the door way and she saw me laughing. She frowned but couldn't help but smile too, 'what happened?'

I took a deep breath and controlled, 'nothing. Are you hungry?'

'Yup!'

'Why don't you change your clothes while I put these frozen stuffs in to microwave?'

'Okay will be right back.'

I let the microwave warm the food and started the central room heater. With n a minute the whole apartment filled up with warm and soothing feelings. The sky was still pouring heavily.

She took a while to return but when she did I froze in my act.

She must have taken a shower. The hot water made creamy white skin glow astonishingly. Those fine lines of tiredness were vanished and refreshment filled up the beautiful face. The huge mane of beautiful brown hairs looked black as they were so wet.

She was dressed in a soft pink shorts and a white baggy tee shirt with a wincing Veronica painted on it.

She smiled a shy smile and asked, 'you have a hair dryer? I couldn't help when I entered bathroom. Did you mind?'

'You think I'm an idiot?' but I could be! 'It's absolutely okay! You're up with wine?'

'Sure!'

'Then bring a wine bottle of your choice from the cellar and I'll find you the dryer.'

When I returned she had poured two glasses of red wine but didn't touch the food.

'Here' I gave her the dryer and sat on the chair next to her.

We ate in silence. Our urge for food clearly declared how hungry we were.

But time to time my eyes were skipping from her eyes to her pink lips as we talked afterwards. They were light pink as if the girl had applied lipstick but when I saw colour change with the hotness of food it was clear that she wasn't.

When we were finished Amanda vividly opposed to let me touch the plates. So defeated, I went to change my clothes. I wore three-quarter khaki and a maroon half sleeve shirt.

I returned to the living room and found Amanda standing beside my music player cabinet with a fresh glass of wine. She was examining a C.D when I entered. She smiled and said,' I see you have nice collections of songs.'

'They are the only friends in my loneliness.' I answered and poured a glass for me.

'You mind if I play this one?'

'No! Go ahead.'

A moment later a fine note of piano filled the room.

'Beetles?'

'Yup! Mine favourite!'

We talked here and there. I hadn't felt so relaxed with anyone in my life. It felt like I had waited so long just for her. I wasn't up with guards any time around her and it was so comforting. She talked most of the time and surprisingly I didn't get distracted anytime listening to her, which is a common problem of me around people.

'So you're here for job or anything?' I asked her slowly pushing aside the bottle as she was already having the third one.

'Yup!' suddenly she was sad,' I lost my job about a couple of months ago and hardly making rents. It was the day before yesterday when my landlord gave me an optimum of one week to pay the rent. I desperately need this job.' She looked away.

I had to change the subject.

'You painted this?' I asked pointing at the Veronica.

'Yeah! This is my favourite cartoon. I liked Shaggy though. You like it?'

I never read those but the glow on her face clearly declared I was successful diverting her attention. So I cheered her.

She was a college grad and was struggling as a cartoonist. Her previous job was not good for her because it was a glam magazine, not the one which offers much scope as a cartoonist.

She then showed her sketch book. Wordlessly she was a talented one. But then something kept my attention. A particular pair of eyes of a villain she created for her series seemed too familiar to me. As if I was known to them from my previous life. As if they had haunted me. I searched for something more. But particularly what, I didn't know.

We started to chat again. But then she yawned small and twitched her head slightly answering some question.

'It's quite late now. I think we should call it a day.'

'Yeah! Me too.'

I stood up and lead her to bedroom. I was just leaving with an extra blanket when she grabbed my hand and kept dead on my path.

'If you start doing like this I'm swearing I'll get myself out from your apartment right now.' She threatened as a matter of fact.

I smiled at her anger and asked,' what do you want then? I didn't expect guests so I don't have any extra bed.'

'I've checked the sofa and it'll be fine for me to spend the night on the sofa.'

'But....' I started and she glared,

'One more word and I are swearing!'

'Okay my lady!'

So it was that. I slept on my bed and she declared to be fine on the narrow couch.

It was a restless night for me. Dreams came one after one. Sometimes I saw Amanda; sometimes I saw those eyes, sometimes other mindless things.

Suddenly I heard a rummaging sound and that made my sleep break absolutely. I opened my eyes and switched on the bedside lamp. The night stand showed

3:40 in the morning. Then I heard the sound again. It felt like it came from the kitchen. I put on the khaki and opened my bedroom door. I saw a lone figure trying to seek something in the dim light of the kitchen.

'Amanda? What are you doing?' a bit annoyed I asked her.

'Oh I'm so sorry Isabella; I wanted to grab a glass of water to swallow some medicine. I didn't intend to wake you up. Sorry.'

She stated as I crossed the distance.

'It's okay! What do you want?'

'Just tell me where a glass is?'

'It's up right next to the wooden closet.'

That was a bit problematic because her 5'3" wasn't much okay for the height of the closet.

So I walked behind silently and opened the door of the closet. She didn't actually notice so when she felt a figure just behind her she yelped and turned around.

That caused her right butt smash right against my crotch. It caused an explosion. My whole being got trembled with her touch. As if a high intensity electric drenched all over mine and I felt my knee buckle, hands getting powerless. I managed to put down the glass on the counter and then I found her gaze is penetrating straight into my breasts.

As I don't have much room to hide I don't wear bra anytime. But I forgot to put on the shirt I was wearing before. And the electricity caused my nipples erect through the material of all most see-through tank top.

They were just at her eye level and she could barely tear her eyes to thank me.

I never felt aroused this much before. When I saw she was eyeing my boobs, a naughty idea stroke me.

I leaned forward just a bit towards her and as if I was rubbing an etching skin just above the roundness of boobs, I asked her, 'anything else you want, my lady.'

Just then I saw an insane light burst into her bark eyes. Was that they call Lust? I didn't understand. But I felt a magnetic pull towards her lips.

I got closer inch by inch. She opened her mouth just a little and very tip of the tongue wetted her rapidly drying lips in anticipation. When she managed to fix her eyes on mine she found me just an inch above her.

The anticipation was killing me; I was dying to touch the most desirable lips. I placed both of my hands on the counter a closed the gap between us. This made the very tip of her breasts touch my flat belly. May be they got rubbed too because that caused a little moan escape from her lips. I could feel the urge emanating through her whole being.

But then I stopped dead ended. This could seem like I had taken advantage of her. I envisioned the insecurity in her face back in the car and that stopped me from touching her. I never wanted to make her feel utilised when the morning would come. Besides I didn't know if she was Gay or anything. So if I didn't stop now I couldn't stop it ever.

I tore myself from the hypnotising brown gaze and adverted myself from her derriere. Well, it took all of myself from not to touch her.

She looked so disappointed as if she was going to cry any moment. I felt too angry for my coward ness. But I was helpless too.

I tucked the brown curl behind her ear that had fallen on her forehead when she downed her head. Then I lifted her head cupping her chin into my large hands and kissed her on her forehead. I let my lips enjoy the warmth of her skin a bit longer, then whispered,' go back to sleep Amanda. Good night.'

Abruptly I walked away.

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That night sleep seemed to be annoyed at me. Dreams changed from being scary and tensed to erotic and lustful. I dreamt about those lips on me and squirmed around in their lust. When the alarm clock finally woke me at 6:30, I found myself horny as hell. I tried to control myself and finally got up from bed. I came to the living room. Amanda was sleeping quite peacefully. She was lying on her side with her face towards the back of the sofa. The quilt she had been sleeping with was fully kept aside relieving her side.

The white tee shirt was gone and she was sleeping only in a sports bra which desperately exposed her ample amount of breasts. In the early morning's glow they looked heavenly. Her cleavage was something to die for and it made my own pussy throb. It felt too new to me because I never found anything in a girl's body dragging me towards this kind of feeling, this kind of lust.

I felt my eyes travel along her open skins and they almost stopped their journey at her shapely thigh. It was so soft yet lean and powerful that it made me want to touch... I closed toward her and placed a lone finger just beneath the hem line of her shorts. I was nervous to move my finger any further but an exotic magnetic pull made to trace my finger over her soft and smooth skin.

A low moan escaped from the deep of her throat as goose bumps started to grow. I froze there and waited to get caught. But she relieved me when she squirmed a little and fell into deep slumber. I released the breath I caught in my throat and hurried to the bathroom.

I masturbated and achieved orgasm twice just remembering her breasts and how they would feel on my tongue, on my own breast.

Finally when I emerged from bathroom, she was still sleeping. I went for run and one and half hour later when I returned the sofa was empty. I called her name but then I heard water running in the bathroom. I went to another bathroom that was attached to the bedroom. Normally I didn't take bath here but I had to get going before 9 so I hurried. I emerged from the bathroom and got dressed in white jeans and an ocean blue buttoned down shirt that matched with my eyes perfectly. As the sun was up in the sky after one long week of grey scale, I thought about bright dresses.

I came to the living and found Amanda sitting on kitchen chair with a mug of coffee in her hand. She smiled when she saw me joining her in the table.

'Hi! Good morning! You want a cup of coffee?'

'Sure! Good morning to yourself. Did you sleep well?'

'Fantastic!'

She handed over the cup.

'Thanks. So? When is your interview?'

'They asked to come by 10 at morning.'

'Okay! Just be yourself and I'll call you a cab if you wish. When you leave make sure to hand over the keys.....' I started in but she stopped me.

'Um......... Isabella, actually, they called from garage, they said my car is ready so I had given them your address to hand over the car. Is this okay?'

Oh! I forgot! Her car.

'Yeah! It's absolutely okay! When will they come?'

'They must reach by now. They called about half of an hour ago.'

An awkward silence fell between us. I looked at the stand of her chair. There was her bag, packed, as it was when she entered into my car.

I heaved a sigh, 'so, best of luck for interview.'

'Thanks.'

'Don't take it wrong, but if you fail to get the job what you're going to do? You head back home?'

'What else am I suppose to do?'

'But your landlord? He has given you an ultimatum.'

'I still have four more days.'

'After then?'

'Don't know.'

I desperately wanted to tell her that if she wanted she could stay here with me until she finds any job. But this could be an insane offer. I held my tongue back.

'I should get going now. They may not find the exact location.'

Yeah! I had to leave her now. But....... What was that I was feeling so very deep down in my heart? As if it was tearing apart, as if it never wanted to see her leave.

She stood up. She was wearing a dark brown skirt and a butter yellow sweater top with her hairs loosely tucked with some clips. Her face looked so adorable, so pure with innocence.

She walked towards the door and I walked behind her. I was about to open the door when she grabbed my hand and kept them into her colder one.

'I don't know how to thank you Isabella and I'll never be. You seemed an angle to me. I'll never forget you.'

My eyes pricked and I felt them fill with water as I answered her.

'I'll never forget you too Amanda Long.'

I couldn't help, I hugged her. It was so weird. I had only known her for a day and I was so sad to bid her goodbye as if I had known her from lifetime.

She buried her face into my chest as I inhaled her smell from her neck. I was afraid; I was getting melt for the first time in my life. It was so good to hold her; it was too pathetic to lose her too.

We released each other. Suddenly Amanda looked at me wit a peculiar gaze. I saw that light kindle again that I saw last night. She slowly but steadily pulled me toward her as she inched closer her face too.

We were now standing like we were the night before. She stopped there, her eyes shifting from my lips to eyes and asked almost in whisper, 'can I kiss you, officer? Just to say thank you? And good bye?'

I decided first to answer and then decided against it. I closed the distance slowly and touched my desired treasures for the first time.

I enclosed her lower lip with in mine and enjoyed them with all of my soul. They tasted almost like strawberry; it might because of her lip gloss. But they tasted something more, something I can't actually explain.

I parted and this time I took both her lips. My tongue slowly traced the very edge of them and she moaned. I felt my knees buckle. I pushed her toward door never leaving her until her was against the door.

We released each other in surge need of air. She looked at me, her face crimson with sudden excitement. Then we kissed again. This time she attacked on my lips as if she was starved without them. She bit on them and I felt my pantie was flooded. I tried to return her the full she offered me, kissing her, sucking her, nibbling her.

I was almost upon her, with her left thigh she was giving the pressure direct on my crotch which I squirmed under. I was blocking my thigh just between her thighs too.

I let out a deep throat groan when she asked permission to enter her tongue. I opened my mouth and let her in immediately.

I circled my lips around her tongue and started sucking when I heard her phone start calling. She let it ring for first four rings, slowly decreasing the pace of our kiss. Then she tore herself ultimately and answered the call.

While she talked I was unable to leave her skin untouched. I started to kiss on her neck. At first slowly, then I couldn't help but involve my tongue too. Her skin felt amazing under my tongue and it created a nice affect on her too as I felt her breathing laboured. She directed the last lane and ultimately ended the call.

I took her face into my hands and attacked her aggressively. To my surprise, she didn't push away but accepted whole heartedly. A moment later we heard a car honk when we were in middle of a passionate kiss.

'That's my car. I've to go!' But she didn't jerk away giving me the enough clues that she enjoyed the kiss as much as I did.

Slowly we parted and hugged each other for the last time. We climbed down the stairs hand in hand and in front of the main gate there was her car. They handed over the car, took care of the formalities and then left us to finally say goodbye.

She kissed me on my cheek and got into the car. Without a word she started the engine and rushed away.

I watched until the last glimpse of her car was out of my sight. I managed to walk back to my apartment quietly. As soon as I had entered my apartment I burst into tears. I dragged myself to the sofa she slept this night and found the white Veronica

Tee shirt. My heart burst into pain as I inhaled deeply her smell. She was there but I couldn't touch her anymore. And that was over whelming for me.

What had started in a rainy night, ended with bright sun? I was left in my apartment alone: as if I was destined for that.

She left. She didn't have my number, so I didn't have her call. I hadn't seen her for another one month. I didn't even know she was able to get the job or not, but I wished everyday to come across her suddenly. I don't know if I was really being crazy about her but I dreamt our kiss almost every night in my dreams. And everyday I was finding myself craving for her even more.

November passed by. Sky poured generous amount of rains. December started but there was quite a few days we were able to see the sun. But as usual when you are in Seattle, you had to stop looking at sky and start enjoy the wet winter.

Ultimately Christmas came. There were several extraordinarily enthusiastic colleagues of me who reminded me some kids from Olympia who used to jump, all the day on Christmas Eve. I'm not saying I wasn't happy about all these Christmas, Jingle Bell, or Santa Claus staffs but the thing was that I never felt belong to this kind of gathering staffs. They just scared me. I don't know about what or why but I preferred being avoided in this kind of festivals.

But my colleagues seemed too hard to put down. So they dragged me to the nearby bar after our duty was over. I really avoided drinks when I had to drive myself. So I picked one quarter peg vodka, and made it full with lime soda and cornered myself. Ryan, our Casanova, was paying attentions to some of girls when things seemed to heat up a bit. The girl he picked came with her boyfriend and Ryan hadn't really noticed. So when he tried to push things a little further by grabbing the girl way too below her waist ( actually grabbing her ass) her boyfriend came out from the blue and punched him right on his nose. Ryan was never a coward so he punched back. With in a minute the dance floor was a boxing ring.