The Fragile Abandoned Ch. 07byMarkBarnevski©
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thank you everyone for your patience and feedback! Things have been pretty busy for me, which is why it's taking a while for me to keep updating the story. I'm working on it as fast as I can, I promise. Anyway, if you haven't read the other chapters, it's best you do so before starting this one. Thanks again!
A couple hours after I had fun with Jessica's dildo, Jessica and I went out for dinner. We went to a really nice Italian restaurant out in Old Town Pasadena. We split a plate of ravioli and filled up on bread, as we usually did. During dinner, I decided to finally talk about Andy.
"So, I got a text from Andy this afternoon," I said. Jessica stopped eating and looked in my eyes.
"What did he say?" Jessica finally said.
"It just said 'I'm sorry.'"
"Well, at least it's something."
"It's bullshit," I said, perhaps a bit too loud. Some older couples were looking over at us. I lowered my voice. "Five days after he rips my heart out, he just sends some shitty afterthought text? He can't call? He can't visit?"
Jessica rested her hand on mine, and I tried hard not to cry.
"Natalie, I'm proud of you. You've made a lot of progress so far. It's still going to hurt when you think about him and it's going to take time, but you'll get over him," Jessica said.
All I could do was nod and give her a weak smile. I didn't want to cry and make a scene. Jessica squeezed my hand.
After dinner, we decided to go see a movie. The theater was in the same little area and was very upscale. There were about fifty leather recliners in each theater and free popcorn was handed out to everyone. This place pampered you like nowhere else.
Jessica and I settled into our seats, getting ready to see some movie that everyone was raving about. The lights came down and the previews started.
I immediately recognized the first preview. It was for Andy's new movie. My heart fluttered and my face became warm. From my peripherals, I could see Jessica looking at me. She grabbed my hand and, with her other hand, stroked my arm.
"It's okay, it's okay," she whispered. It was no use, as I was tearing up and my breathing became rapid. It got worse with every frame that Andy was in. The two and a half minute preview was lasting a lifetime.
"Excuse me," I breathed at Jessica, as I got up and rushed to the bathroom.
There was only one stall available and I dashed inside of it, slamming the door shut. I sat down on the toilet and started shaking, trying not to cry and draw too much attention. Memories of being with Andy involuntarily came back to me.
I thought of that first time he rescued me when I was a little girl, nights he would hold me as I fell asleep, movies we would watch together, all the times he would make me laugh, and finally, the night he took my virginity and made sweet love to me.
The tears started flowing now and I held myself tight, trying to keep my sobbing and shaking to a minimum. It was all over. My best friend abandoned me and he wasn't coming back. Jessica was the only person I had left and she had her own life (which I couldn't keep her from).
There was a soft tapping on my door and I heard Jessica's voice, gently calling to me.
"Natalie? Are you okay?"
I stood up on quivering legs and opened the door for her. Jessica came in, shut the door behind her, and wrapped her arms around me. I quietly sobbed into her shoulder and she rubbed my back.
"I'm so sorry," I said. "I thought I was over him, I really did."
"I know, honey, it's alright. It's just going to take some time. Do you want to go home?"
I nodded, then apologized some more. Jessica brushed them all off and told me it was fine over and over. She helped clean up my face and touched up my make-up a little. Then, she opened the door, made sure the coast was clear, and we left the theater.
When we got home, we went upstairs and Jessica helped me out of my clothes, bra, and panties. I felt so weak and helpless, and I felt bad that Jessica had to help me with everything. I wore one of Andy's old shirts as pajamas again, despite Jessica's protests, and the two of us curled up on the basement couch to watch a girly movie.
During the movie, Jessica would look over at me often and then occasionally rub my arm or leg a little. I would give her a little smile to let her know that I was okay for the time being.
All I needed was a little time to heal and hopefully not burst into tears the next time I saw Andy's face or voice. It would be difficult, as he was one of Hollywood's hottest young stars and his presence was everywhere. Maybe I just needed to be a shut-in for a while.
Our movie ended and I went upstairs to my bedroom. I could feel Jessica following me and I turned around.
"I'll be okay tonight, I promise," I said.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah. I just freaked out a little tonight, but I think I'm going to be fine."
"Okay. I'll be right down the hall if you need anything." Jessica approached me, wrapped her arms around me and kissed my forehead. As she pulled back, I kissed her on the lips.
"Thank you for everything you've done for me," I said.
"That's what sisters are for, right?"
And with that, Jessica went to her room and I went to mine. As I closed the door, I noticed that Jessica's dildo was still attached to my bed post. I smiled, but was too tired to put it away and definitely too tired to ride it again.
I climbed into bed, took off Andy's t-shirt, and wrapped myself around my body pillow. I didn't pretend that the pillow was Andy this time, but the cool, slick satin of the pillow cover against my naked body was comforting anyway.
That night, I had a dream about my father. At least, some sort of dream interpretation of my father, as I'd never met him or seen a picture of him. I was naked and dirty, wandering the streets of downtown Los Angeles. I needed to get home so that Andy could find me and I needed to get off of the streets. Above all, I needed to find some clothes.
As I walked down an alley, a door opened in one of the buildings. A middle-aged man stepped out and extended a hand to me. I knew it was my dad, for some reason, and took his hand. He pulled me into the building and shut the door behind him.
The building he pulled me into was an art gallery, with my own paintings. Paintings that I did in the past and paintings that I thought about doing. The gallery was beautiful and safe. I was incredibly thankful for my father's help and wanted to thank him and show him how much I loved him in the only way I knew how.
I fell to my knees and pulled out his massive cock from his pants. I started to suck on it, before my father lifted me up and put his penis away.
"You don't need to do that," he said.
He pulled out a blanket and wrapped it around me. There was a big leather chair in the middle of the gallery and my father sat down in it. I sat on his lap, with my legs hanging off of the arm of the chair and my head against his chest. He stroked my hair and told me that everything was going to be alright. I believed him.
Then I woke up and felt like crying, but didn't. I felt comforted and loved, even though it was just a dream. Before that night, I always wanted to meet my father. But after that dream, I needed to meet him. Even if he wasn't that loving dream father, I felt a sense of purpose that I had never felt before.
In the middle of the night, I had received an email from my school. In it, the administration stated that, due to my lack of attendance, I would be expelled from the school. This was surprising, yet unsurprising.
My attendance had always been spotty, at best. But with the school over enrolling that year, they were very trigger-happy when it came to getting rid of students.
If I really wanted to, I could hire a lawyer and take the school to court, as expelling me in the middle of the semester just for attendance didn't seem legal. However, Natalie needed me here and I didn't want school hanging over my head. Plus, I had valuable, irreplaceable things in my dorm room. I figured that the best thing to do at that point was to move out of my dorm, and the sooner I could do this, the better. I needed to move out that weekend.
I booked a flight for around noon and tried to go back to sleep. I just hoped Natalie would understand that I needed to do this. And I needed to do it alone. Especially if I had to deal with Chloe.
The next morning, I snuck into Natalie's room to tell her I was leaving. Fortunately, she was just waking up. She smiled when she saw me and I sat down on her bed.
"Natalie, I need to go back to school and move out of my dorm. The administration is being ridiculous and I have to move my stuff out ASAP. My flight's in a couple hours."
Natalie blinked and processed the information.
"I'm not leaving you," I started explaining. "I'll be gone for a day or so and then I'll be right back."
"I'll come with you," she said. "I can help you move."
"Thanks, but I've got to do this on my own. I'm probably going to need to talk to Chloe and I'd rather you not be there for that."
Natalie looked a bit downtrodden, but she conceded. "Promise you'll be back soon?"
"Absolutely. As soon as possible. You'll be okay here?"
Natalie nodded. "I have plenty of movies and stuff. Plus, there's that thing on the bed post to keep me busy." We looked back at the dildo and she blushed.
"Okay, have fun. Don't hurt yourself." I winked at her and she giggled.
I turned to leave, but Natalie stopped me. "Jessie, can I ask you something?"
Natalie stopped for a moment, thinking to herself. "Actually, it would probably be best if I just waited until you came back."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, it can wait. Good luck!"
Within a couple hours, I was on the plane and headed back east to my university. All I had were empty suitcases and the clothes I had on me. Everything else I needed was already back at my dorm.
I was nervous, but mostly about running into Chloe. If I was lucky, she wouldn't be there and I could move out quickly and be on a flight home as soon as possible. Just in case I did see her, I had to think about what I would say to get her to leave me alone. She was a sweet girl and I liked being her roommate, but having sex with her seemed to flip a switch in her mind.
Chloe's neediness reminded me a lot of Natalie, which made me feel sorry for her. But Chloe had her entire family and lots of friends, which were things Natalie did not have. Chloe was just a little lonely after her boyfriend left her and would bounce back.
When the plane landed, I rented a car and drove to my dorm room. I was able to find a parking spot near the building's entrance easily, since it was a Friday and some students went home on the weekend. I took a couple suitcases upstairs for my first trip.
As I entered my dorm room, I was relieved to see that Chloe wasn't there. I didn't really decorate my side of the dorm, so packing up everything was quick and easy. I packed up all my clothes and my bed sheets in the two suitcases and put them in my car. I grabbed a smaller suitcase from the car and went back up to pack up everything that was left.
My dorm room was still empty when I came back, thankfully. I filled up the smaller suitcase with all the odds and ends that remained in my room and zipped it up. Everything just barely fit in there.
I turned to leave, when the door opened. Chloe just came back from class. She was bundled up in a few layers, her dirty blonde hair draped down over her scarf, and her nose was red from the cold weather.
We both froze when we saw each other, but Chloe was the first to speak.
"Where have you been?"
"Family emergency at home."
"You didn't text me back or anything."
"Sorry, there was a lot going on."
Chloe shut the door behind her and stepped closer to me, soft and careful.
"I've been thinking about you a lot. About that night."
"Listen, Chloe, it was just fun. We were both lonely and we made each other feel good. That's it. I value you as a friend and you've been a great roommate. But please don't try to turn this into something it's not."
Chloe was silent for a moment, then sighed. "Wow, you've been thinking about this a lot, haven't you?"
"Yeah." I felt like I should have said more, but I couldn't find the words. We just stood there in an awkward silence.
"So you're just leaving?" Chloe asked, more curious than angry.
"My family needs me. I can always come back to school when I'm ready."
"Well, I'll miss you."
"I'll miss you."
Chloe set her bag down and hugged me and I hugged her back. She pulled back a little and gave me a soft kiss on the lips and, to my surprise, I kissed back. Then I kissed again. Then her tongue was in my mouth and we were peeling off our layers of clothing.
In no time, we were in our bra and panties and entwined on Chloe's bed, kissing passionately. With a couple snaps and pulls, our underwear was off and on the floor. Our bodies pressed against each other and our combined scent filled the small dorm room.
Chloe reminded me so much of Natalie. Her petite frame, small breasts, the neediness. She was basically the blonde version of Natalie. I started feeling bad about what I was doing. I should have been on a plane and on my way back to Los Angeles.
Then Chloe slipped two fingers inside of me. I groaned and every other thought I had fell away. I pushed my tongue into her mouth as her fingers rubbed my g-spot. I grabbed Chloe's left breast and rubbed her erect nipple. Chloe's thumb pressed on my clit and all her fingers combined felt incredible. I gyrated my hips back and forth until I came all over her fingers.
After I pulled her fingers out of me and pinned her hands behind her head, I started kissing down Chloe's body. I licked and sucked on her nipples, tongued her belly button, then rubbed my nose through the golden curls of her pubic hair.
My tongue dove into her soaking wet pussy and Chloe's body convulsed. She grabbed the back of my head and pressed it into her pussy, making me pay attention to her clit. I sucked on it and finger fucked her like she did with me. I did this for a while, until Chloe tapped me on the shoulder. I looked up to see Chloe handing me a purple rubber dildo.
"Fuck me," she breathed.
Grabbing the dildo from her hand, I sucked up a bunch of her juices, then moved up and forced my tongue into her mouth, making her taste her cum. With my left hand, I thrust the dildo inside of her and fucked her fast and hard- like I'd never do with Natalie. I knew Chloe could handle it.
And handle it, she did.
Chloe moaned and screamed into my mouth and her hips pushed against every thrust until she came and then came again.
I left the dildo inside Chloe and cuddled with her, my arms wrapped around her in a loving embrace.
"One time thing, huh?" Chloe whispered. I let out a small giggle.
"It's a shame you have to go. We could have had lots of fun"
"You should come to Los Angeles during winter break."
"Would that be okay?"
"Of course! You can meet my sister. I think you'd like her."
We didn't say much else. We kissed a little and then nodded off. Natalie was a big girl and I knew she could take care of herself. With that comfort in my mind, I went to sleep.
The day was coming to an end and I was too tired to use Jessica's dildo, even though I really wanted to. I spent my evening looking on the internet for my own strap-on, so I didn't have to use my sister's all the time. I bought one about the same size and with the same flesh-color as Jessica's, but this one had a "vibrating egg" in the harness. Because you never know when that can come in handy.
My day had been spent in the nude watching movies and occasionally touching myself. If the rest of my life was like that, I'd be okay with it.
Of course, it would have been better if Andy was there. Even though he was an asshole to me, I still couldn't help but love him with all of my heart. I missed him and I missed the way he looked at my naked body. I missed his embrace. I missed the animalistic look in his eyes when he fucked me. I missed his cum. These were things a dildo couldn't give me.
With nothing else left to do, I decided to just take a shower and then go to sleep. I hopped in the shower and let the water run through my hair and over my body. Once I thoroughly washed my hair and washed my body, I used the shower head to pleasure myself.
The water jets felt good, but not as good as a cock inside of me, fake or not. The shower head still did the trick, though, and my orgasm was a rolling, peaceful one. I shaved my legs, then rested on the floor of the shower until I got cold, then turned the water off and got out of the shower.
I looked at where the dry towels were and groaned. All I had was a hand towel. Of course I forgot to do my laundry. There were, of course, other towels, but they were in the hallway. I decided to dry my hair and brush it out to leave me plenty of time to air dry. When I was done with my hair, I probably wouldn't be dripping all over the carpet.
My obligations to the studio were finished and the press conference was over. I thought only of Natalie the entire time and my demeanor probably reflected that. It certainly felt like I was being distant and aloof when I was answering questions. I hoped I wasn't in trouble with the studio because of that.
I knew what I needed to do next: apologize to Natalie and rekindle our relationship. I was only looking for our old brother/sister relationship back, as I knew that I would probably never get a shot at fucking Natalie again.
As I pulled into Natalie's driveway, I noticed that Jessica's car was gone. That was probably a good thing, as she would probably give me a bunch of shit (which I admit, I deserved). I still had the spare key to the house and I let myself in.
The house was dark and quiet, with the only light coming from Natalie's bedroom. I walked upstairs and slipped into her room, shutting the door behind me quietly. It wouldn't really matter, as her hair dryer was on and she wouldn't hear me. Plus, I didn't want to startle her too much.
Every explanation and apology ran through my head as I prepared myself for Natalie. I just needed to be honest with her about my feelings. Maybe if I had done that from the very beginning, I wouldn't be in that situation.
Natalie emerged from the bathroom and let out a small gasp when she saw me. The sight of her made every rational thought leave me and I knew I had to fuck her again.
She was completely naked and wet from the shower, with the exception of her hair, which was dry and perfectly draped down her shoulders. She lost weight since I last saw her and she looked smaller than ever. I could see her trembling and her eyes were wide and wet with tears. I could feel my cock getting hard.
"I'm sorry," was all I could say. Natalie wrapped her arms around her middle and was clearly trying not to cry. I finally found my voice again and what I was going to say.
"I was an idiot and I ran from my feelings for you because I felt like they were wrong." I slowly approached her as I talked.
"Andy, you need to leave," she managed to say. I ignored her and kept walking towards her.
"I can't fight it anymore. I'm in love with you, Natalie."
"That's not fair." She was freely crying now and trying to keep herself together. "You broke my heart! You promised not to, but you did!"
"I know, and I'm so sorry. I was being stupid and I should have been nicer to you. I should have communicated with you. I've learned from that and I'm going to treat you right. I want to be your best friend again."
I tried and I tried, but I couldn't keep myself together. Andy looked gorgeous and he was my big brother. I couldn't say no to him, but I had to try. He wrapped an arm around my wet, naked body and pulled me close to him. My entire body trembled and my pussy was so wet, I couldn't tell if it was water or cum running down my legs.