Seventy Thirty - College Days Ch. 04

I was no longer sure about my feelings. I loved Arabella, and I loved Alex too, but I felt like I was on a see-saw, or one of those roundabouts at kids' playgrounds, which could spin you off if it went too fast and you let go of the rail.

I was sleeping with both of them; and sometimes it was sister Arabella one night and lover Bella another, and sometimes I said to Alex, "Just hold me." But we'd always make love in the morning. I didn't know what I wanted.

It got colder. "There's snow on the Brindabellas," Alex said. "The wind comes over the top, from the mountains."

I looked at a map in the library, and saw how Canberra was not far from the Snowys. I'd thought they were much further south. Then the winter rains came in, and I learned what it meant to be really cold. Alex took back his white jumper, and I bought myself a thick quilted jacket. I turned into a little padded gnome, with boots and a beanie and cold ears. And the tip of my nose was always red. It was ridiculous, really.

Arabella didn't seem to feel the cold so much, but she'd coil her hair about her throat like a scarf, and took to wearing a bomber jacket she bought from Vinnies for ten bucks. She bargained the lady down from twenty, with a story about being an orphan. As we walked home, I said to her, "That was a good story, Arabella," and she replied, "Well, I might be." And I realised I didn't know for sure, and for once, I shut my mouth. But she'd changed the subject already, like a switch, as she often did.

"Has Arabella mentioned her parents," I asked Alex that night.

"Not for a long time. Why?"

"Oh, nothing. Something she said. I must have misheard." I didn't tell him the orphan story, just in case it was true, and she'd not told me. Then I realised how gullible I was, because she had spoken about her mum and dad, and mentioned her dad living overseas. You're being an idiot, Leah!

What I was being, was confused.

Alex tried to help, but since I couldn't articulate my feelings properly - well, not at all, to be honest, he was left feeling puzzled. And when I went to see Arabella, she wasn't in her room, which was unusual for a Saturday night. I went to see Alex, up in his room.

"Have you seen Bella?"

"Not since dinner. She's not in her room?"

"I don't think so. I knocked but there was no answer, and the door's locked."

"Maybe she's down at the library," Alex said.

"I hope she gets back soon. That rain's really coming down." I looked out the window, into the dark. "Can I stay with you tonight?"

Alex looked at me the way he does when he doesn't have to say yes, but I know it, anyway. His smile! He nodded, of course I could stay.

Even so, I shivered, suddenly cold. The rain was really belting down, with gusts lashing at the window, raindrops exploding on the glass. "God, that is fierce. It must be freezing out there. I do hope Bella's not in it."

"She'll be fine," said Alex, but I wasn't sure. I snuggled up under his top cover, while he finished whatever he was writing. The wind howled, rattling the window in its pane.

"Is this typical?" I asked. "For winter, I mean."

"It's more often cold and dry. And if you're out of the wind, it can be quite warm. Not tonight though. Yeah, this is vicious weather."

He looked across at me, affection in his eyes. "Why don't you get ready for bed? I'm just about done, here."

I did, going down to the loo for a last pee, brushing my teeth - we kept a toothbrush in each other's rooms. It was my turn to warm the cold bed, but I slipped into one of Alex's tee-shirts, so it wasn't too bad. And I knew he'd soon heat me up.

"God, your bum gets cold, Leah!" he'd say.

"Just as well you're hot then," I'd reply.

"I bet you say that to all the boys."

"Tease!"

"Cold toes. Here, put them on me."

And I'd curl up on top of him, my cold feet against his thighs, and soon enough, I'd be warm. His hot length would fill me, and I'd moan.

But we didn't get that far. All of a sudden there was a hammering on the door. "G..g...guys, I n...n...need h...h...help!"

It was Arabella, soaked to the skin, her lips and hands, blue.

"Bella! What the fuck?" Alex exclaimed. "What happened to you?"

"I...I... w...w...went up B...B...Blackers. S...s...so c...c...cold."

"Bella," I said, "we have to dry you, then get heat into you." I grabbed a towel, then dragged her clothes from her body. They were drenched, sodden, wet through.

Her teeth were still chattering, her whole body shivering. She was a blotch of all different colours, her skin cold like a corpse. "Come on, babe, let me dry your legs. Can you dry your arms?"

Alex stripped and got into bed, on his side. "Back up against me, Bella, no clothes. You need body heat, skin against skin. Leah, you get into bed too, face to face."

It was a tight squeeze, but fortunately they were wide single beds, and as Alex said, I was small and didn't take up too much room. We held Arabella between us, her back against Alex's chest and belly, my front against hers. She was so cold. I was scared, my heart pounding. I hoped this would work.

"Christ, you are freezing!" Alex wrapped his arms around both of us, and I pressed myself against Arabella. And slowly, slowly, she got warm. Her hands and feet were still so cold. I couldn't do anything about her feet, so I left them to Alex, but I cupped her hands to my chest like a prayer, pressing her palms against my breasts, willing my heat into her.

"Bella," Alex whispered, "are you awake?"

She nodded slowly, only just. Her eyes were closed, and her breathing still ragged.

"I think we need to keep you conscious, until you've got your body heat back."

"Just as w...w...well y...y...you're h...h...hot," she managed to say, still shivering, but in fits and starts now, as our heat seeped into her skin.

We lay like that for half an hour, maybe more, until Arabella's lips and hands were no longer blue. I pressed my hands to her face. "Bella, what happened?"

Alex shook his head. "Not now, Leah, not yet."

He was right. She didn't need to talk about it yet - the basic crisis was obvious, she'd been caught out in the storm, and nearly froze to death. To death. Arabella! Why did you go up the mountain?

"Fucking stupid, me. Don't know what I was thinking, doing that." Arabella needed to tell us. "I just went up there, thinking..."

"Not thinking at all, Bella," Alex said. "Tell me you didn't go up the tower."

"I couldn't. That door was locked. Just as well, probably."

"Bella," I asked, my heart pounding with dread. "What were you going to do?"

She didn't reply for a moment, and her pupils were huge, like a cat's in the dark. "Don't quite know. I won't..."

"Bella, you can't fly. For god's sake, remember that." Alex's voice was soft, just a whisper. I saw him kiss Arabella's shoulder. "You haven't got angel's wings."

I was looking at her face when he said that, and I could see it really touched her. Her eyes suddenly glistened with tears, then she shut them, to keep her sadness in. My heart went out to her.

I'd figured out that Arabella came to the hall with baggage, something in her past that brought with it pain. But she was my age, not even nineteen. That's still very young really. I was a bit beyond being a schoolgirl, but I wasn't quite sure I was a "young woman" yet, even if Alex had called me that. My thoughts flashed back to that first day in college, looking at the other girls standing in line. They were all as young as I was.

Arabella though... I didn't know, and if she wouldn't tell me, it wasn't my place to ask. But I knew that little Leah sometimes, just sometimes, seemed to say or do just what was needed, at just the right time and in just the right way, and I opened my mouth and I said it.

"Honey, you're safe here with us, no-one can hurt you," and Arabella burst into tears and great sobs wracked through her body and she held onto me so tightly I'd be bruised in the morning, and oh my God I held onto Arabella to save her from I didn't know what, but I saved her from it anyway, and afterwards I had no idea what I'd done. Saved Arabella from some demons, I knew that much.

Arabella turned in the bed and buried her head in Alex's shoulder, her hair all around me and him like seaweed clinging to a rock in a huge storm with the waves pounding, and outside the cold rain thrashed against the window as if it was still trying to steal Arabella, but I wouldn't let it get to her, and I pressed my belly against her bottom and my breasts against her back and my mouth was on her neck, and I was kissing her hair, her shoulders, her skin. I was as frantic as she was.

I was so wet, my nipples so hard, and before I knew what I was doing my hand was down on her belly, down between her legs, my fingers finding her pussy and she was wet too, and Alex's cock was there and he was so hard, and there was so much emotion in the room between all three of us that I could hardly breath, and I heard Bella take some huge breaths in and she was no longer sobbing and she turned onto her back and said, "Leah," and I don't know what she wanted but I knew what I wanted, and I was between Bella's legs, my mouth on her lips, and I couldn't get enough of her sex. I devoured her. I ate her like I was starving. Oh god, Arabella, Bella, Bella.

Somehow Alex curled around both of us. He must have been kissing Arabella, but he had two fingers inside me, fucking into me at a strange angle, so I moved on the bed and that was better, he had my legs spread and I was half crouching over Bella's legs, my tongue swirling great licks over her lips and her clitoris, and still Alex must have been kissing her.

His cock, I felt his hot cock against my face, so I took it in my hand and grabbed onto it really tightly just to hold him, and he fucked me with his fingers and somewhere in there I heard Arabella moaning and when she came with my fingers in her pussy she called out my name, and I was her angel, she told me so; and with a high squeal I came too, and fell forward onto Arabella's body. And somehow Alex was holding us both and I knew he was so hard, so very hard, and I had to take care of him.

Arabella got there first. "On my tits, Leah. Stroke him so he comes on my tits. So we both can see him come."

She lay on her back in the middle of the bed, her great mane of red hair pulled up away from her face, showing us her beautiful freckles. Whereas an hour ago all her flesh was blue, now she was flushed with sex, with her fervour, with her passion. I had no idea what thoughts were thundering through her head, but if sex was her healing, I'd be her saviour, and Alex would give her his come.

I took his cock in my hand, and it was the hottest it had ever been, his flesh near burning my hand. It seemed that hot anyway. Alex pulled himself up so he knelt beside her, his beautiful cock rampant over Bella's breasts.

"Let me stroke him," she said, "so I know."

Arabella looked up at Alex, gazing into his eyes. Usually, her eyes flashed, full of passion, full of fury, as she exploded her way through life. But here, in his bed, I thought she'd found a quiet place where, for once in her life, two people loved her without question. Even though she was crazy.

She reached one hand up to his face, touching his cheek with her fingers. And with her other hand she began to stroke him, stroke him slowly, dreamily. She closed her eyes, and kept touching him.

"Leah, do you mind if I have him, just this once, have your man?"

"Promise I can have him back when you're finished?"

"I promise. This might take a while." She smiled, and was beautiful. "I've not had a proper man before."

I moved back some, to give them more room on the bed, and watched as Arabella made love to Alex with her hands. I looked back and forth at both of them, seeing the looks on their faces.

Alex took his weight on his knees and one hand, the other gently playing with Bella's left nipple, his fingers slowly circling around it, around the curve of her breast and down her belly. He ran his fingers down through her russet red pubic hair, then cupped her pussy in the palm of his hand.

He did that with me, after I'd come, and the pressure there was such a comfort. It calmed me, made me feel safe and wanted and peaceful, and I guess he wanted Bella to feel the same. It was sexual, and intimate, and ever so loving. Penetration wasn't needed, and I think Alex sensed that.

But the look on his face as she stroked him! Arabella sure knew what she was doing, almost better than I did. Then I remembered her saying how good she got with her hands, so she didn't have to suck the boys' cocks. "They'd queue up for me, to get a go. Arabella Fingers, they called me."

She stroked him so slowly, alternating both hands on his shaft, then one hand went down to cup his balls, and the other curved up and over the tip of his cock head, and every time she did that, he'd quiver. Arabella did that over and over and over again, all the time watching his face.

At first she had the most serious look, studying my boy in her hands. She glanced across at me once or twice, but I couldn't read anything into her look. Still she watched Alex, and the only sound in the room was his erratic breathing and a tiny glistening sound as I caressed myself, my fingers in me, moving and moving at the same slow speed as her fingers. And all the time Arabella watched Alex's face. Somewhere in there she worked out a perfect rhythm, building him up till he was nearly panting, then slowing him right down again.

She must have edged him for at least half an hour, even longer. I came twice as I watched them, seeing shiny bright fluid beading then sticky streams from the tip of his cock. The fluid was clear, I'd never seen it before, I didn't know what it was. It wasn't come, I could see that, because it glistened like tiny diamonds, catching the light. Little jewels of dew. Alex's little jewels of dew.

Arabella stroked it up from him, whereas I never had. My stomach dropped and my heart raced, and I felt all hot and prickly and panicky. How could she do what I couldn't do? Wasn't Alex my boyfriend? But fuck, fuck, I was so turned on, watching her do it.

Arabella took some of that shiny fluid and tasted it. She offered me some and I took it, and by this time Alex was tossing his head from side to side, and his whole body was jerking. His cock looked huge, much thicker than I'd seen it before, and it was the most glorious rich deep red.

Arabella looked at me and smiled, and her smile seemed to tell me she had a secret, a secret all about Alex, a secret understanding she had with him, that I didn't know. My heart nearly stopped, but I had to keep watching, watching, even though my cunt was screaming. And she began to stroke a little faster, and still she kept watching his face. She must have felt a special something, because she looked straight at me and whispered, "Watch this!"

And she stroked Alex harder and faster with one hand, and her fingers jiggered her clit with the other. Alex's eyes had been closed for ages by this time, and as I watched, his two fingers pressing deep into my cunt, my hand squeezing hard on my breast, I saw Arabella's eyes roll back and I knew she was at that moment just before she came. And right at that instant, just before she let loose a long sigh, come exploded from Alex's cock, streaming in thick jets over her breasts, and I couldn't believe he was silent. His whole body thrust up with his semen, jetting come all over her breasts.

Arabella wasn't silent. She came with long, aching wail, like a bird far off in the distance, then she was panting and panting and panting, finally catching her breath. She clamped Alex's hand hard over her pussy. "Hold me there, Alex, just hold me."

Alex collapsed onto Arabella's breast, and his cheek was in his own come. But he cupped Arabella's pussy as if he'd never let her go. As if his life depended on it. Maybe right then, in that moment, hers did too.

"Fuck, Arabella," he eventually said. "Will you do that again, forget you're gay?" He lifted his palm to his face and smelled Arabella. He breathed her right in, then he kissed her. He kissed me too, but she still had a secret, whereas I didn't.

"If you're lucky," she replied. "If Leah lets me."

"I'll let you," I said, "if I can watch you both again." If I can see how she does it, maybe he won't want Arabella too often. Wasn't she meant to be gay?

"I won't fuck you," said Arabella to Alex. "But come on my breasts? Yeah, that's a bit filthy kinky. I liked that, very much. I could get used to that."

She reached up to his cheek with her fingers, and touched his lips very gently. I'd never seen Arabella so gentle. Her fingers lingered on Alex's face, as if she were remembering him through her touch.

"So could I," I said, and latched on to one of Arabella's tits, while Alex suckled the other. The mood shifted quickly. Maybe I was jealous, after all. I don't think I knew Alex's secret, not like Bella did.

"I feel like a fucked kinky Madonna," said Bella, "with come on my tits. And two babies."

Some days later, and on other days too, Alex exploded come on my tits when I stroked him, just like she did.

Arabella watched us make love, her fingers slowly moving in her pussy. When she came, she'd give a little sigh, and sometimes she even looked peaceful.

Arabella never went up the tower again. Not that we knew, anyway.

.../to be continued.

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