Her hair was the color of chestnuts. Boy-short, and slicked back with gel and a few scattered hairclips. I have to admit was a little upset when I discovered she had dyed it, though I was not very surprised. It was something she did often, but her hair color had almost fully returned. I was looking forward to seeing the change every second, every day, every week, and maybe even every month until it returned. Every time I came close enough, it sounded like the base of her name had embodied itself into a smell. That smell was the ones of the flowers I grow in my room for her:
Lilies.
Lilith was her name.
My hair, however, was not quite as simple. It was long and auburn, butt length at least. It is layered, I think, but you can hardly see it due to my constant brushing. I don’t know how NOT to. I mean, It’s so annoying and thick. If I don’t brush it, walking around a day in New York would definitely kill any hairstyle I was plotting that day. But, I guess it at least looks cute on me. I could never pull off the short hairstyle of Lilith. I don’t have the right type of face--pretty. But Lilith, she was beautiful, and could certainly do it.
But I guess that’s why she’s a prostitute.
I wasn’t surprised when she walked into my home, the church. She comes by everyday to see me now, and I’m very grateful for it. Even though I was 3 years her junior, she was a better friend then anyone I know that’s my age. She’s only 18, but she has so much knowledge…
“Lily!” I exclaimed. “You died your hair black….” I tried desperately not to sound disappointed. But she can tell when I am. Am I an open book or is she just good?
“You don’t like it?” She tilted her head to hold up a short lock. Don’t bring your charms into the church, Lilith, that’s unholy.
“I do. It’s just that I like your old color better… the natural one.”
She tilted her head back and stomped in frustration.
…Jiggle…
“Thanks, Nemo. Well, at least this one is temporary. I had to make sure it looked OK first. For that, I’ll be using your bathroom.” Then she walked into the washroom. You always use my bathroom anyway. Do you even have one at home?
I decided that in my spare time I’d brush my hair and then space out. So I sat in my chair and took out the brush- Mom had given it to me. It said, “N” in a bold popping blue. It was extremely ornate and I love it. I almost didn’t want to use it…
But when Lilith was there, out it came.
My spacing out usually consisted of things I wanted to do, [like ring TJ’s neck], things I should be doing [I hate Geometry….], and things I SHOULDN’T be doing […].
About 53 minutes into spacing out, she walked back in, with her hair in the same hairstyle, only brown again. She had apparently thrown her jacket into the abyss of no return, because it was gone now. Or maybe it was on the coat rack?
Anyway, I hadn’t noticed her when she walked in. I was staring blankly at the mirror, still brushing my hair not because it needed to be, but because the brush was still in hand while spacing out. I sighed and carried on, while she stood at the doorway watching. I must’ve closed my eyes sometime, because I didn’t see her come from behind and take my hand.
It was warm and soft, and I didn’t want it to move. Then, I had realized how much that simple touch meant to me. I also think it had something to do with the number 3 fantasy she interrupted. I don’t dream about girls in this way, but this time I did. The other girl was kind of a shadow, a no one. But as Lilith held my hand, the other woman seemed to get clearer and clearer……..It was her.
I’m not sure whether it was seconds or minutes that she held my hand. But what I’m sure about is that she found a place on my shoulder for her head, and a place around my hips for her legs right after letting go. I think, it’s the closest we’ve ever been to each other. She still smelled of Lilies.
“Lilith, are you bored or something?” My nerve endings were dancing in an endless frenzy. I tried to display an uninterested and nonchalant look, though it just came out as an uncomfortable and apprehensive. She laughed at me being so uneasy.
“Not really.” She took my hand again, but this time to get the brush. “Leah gave you this brush?” She inquired. She took over the task of brushing.
“Yeah.” I gulped. I was sure she could feel it, though, because of her position and her dominant hand, her arm was crossing over my neck to reach my hair.
“It’s pretty. Did you know she wanted to name you Narcissa?” I gently shook my head. God, if she doesn’t move her body right now I will throw her!
“We couldn’t decide, so she just named you N. Like the variable. Of course, I wanted Nemo instead of N but they thought I was being gay” She made a pouting face. “but didn’t realize they were doing the same thing.”
“Ooo.” I can feel her boobs on my back…
She told me a story about something that I’m sure was very interesting, but I didn’t listen to. The sound of her voice and the soothing motion of brushing my hair made me drowsy. I gradually slouched back into her figure, her using a pillow or something for support. I was able to look up at her face now, and I didn’t even mind the awkward resting place for my head. I think this is what they call a little slice of heaven.
Of course I didn’t mean to fall asleep, it just happened. So was I surprised when I woke up face-to-face and arm-in-arm with her on my bed. How did she get me over here without waking me up? Whatever. I’m staring at her beautiful face and I decide to enjoy it, though doing that for a while made my intensifying blush grow even deeper. She breathed lightly on my face. Her lips were round and full, and I could now tell they were soft. She didn’t have any embarrassing blemishes up close like I did… how could she be so cute?!
My breathing started to get heavy. I had to end this, right now. I started by pushing my leg away first, slowly, so she wouldn’t wake up. But it was my arm that gave me trouble. I wasn’t able to get away, because when I tried to inch myself from under her arm, she pulled me closer. Crap. Is she doing this on purpose? My face was about one inch from hers now. Any slight movement in any of our parts would result in impact, and our faces were level.
Hmmm…If I just… NO! If she woke up the first thing she would feel is my burning skin. If I got away quickly it would wake her up and she’d see my flush. If I got away slowly she would notice the lack of heat and support. I suppose the best thing to do would be to go back to sleep. But I have a feeling that’s not going to happen.
A couple of minutes later I realized my hand was on her ribcage. Great. That didn’t help at all with my blush. I was tempted to just creep up to …it and SQUEEZE. Inside of the heat and craziness of my mind, I somehow came to the conclusion that it was safe to do so, if I was gentle. So my fingers, one by one, snaked up to her breast. I let out a small sharp breath as I squeezed it gingerly, and suddenly had a revelation as to why they were so great. So I did it, again, and again, and I was having a great time. Until about the eighth time, when she let out a satisfied sigh. This scared the living crap out of me. Oh my god… Is she awake?!