"Beautiful Morning" Twelve thirty-seven. No mistaking it, the clock read 12:37 am, January 1, 2005. So, Corona really wasn't coming. No surprise there. Why should she? She, despite her dark history and personal angst, could probably find better anyway. Why bother coming to Alex's side? Why tease her and drag her along, only to break her heart when she needed her company most? Sure, they had went through their first fight not long ago, but that was in the past. They had made up. And Corona promised. So much for promises. That was the extent of human reliability, then, wasn't it? That was the strength of a personal vow to anyone—say something, then back out, without even an excuse. Alex had dared trust somebody again and was paying for her foolishness. Hope was not a flower, ready to bloom into beauty; it was a serrated knife, to be jabbed into her chest, over and over again. She actually wept and hated herself for it. Furious Hail snorted and threw the pathetic noisemaker away. "Happy fucking New Year!" she snapped. She kicked her wall, several times, and moaned. She felt that Corona was the one, that they were right for each other! Corona had been a true crown of light to her, a guide to pull her out of her own muck, back into the real world, where everything was fresh and clean and good... But no, no, it was not meant to be. Corona was just like everybody else. They either used, or they abused. And Alex thought she loved her. What a waste. What a complete waste. For the first time since her "rehabilitation", Furious Hail wanted to kill herself. She checked the clock again. It read 12:41. "Fuck," she whispered. Well I can't regret, can't you just forget it? I started something I couldn't finish And if we go down, we go down together best friends means, well best friends means And I've got a twenty-dollar bill that says you're up late night starting fist fights versus fences in your backyard Wearing your black eye like a badge of honor Soaking in sympathy from friends who never loved you nearly half as much as me Broken down in bars and bathrooms All I did was what I had to Don't believe me when I tell you it's just what anyone would do Take the time to talk about it Think a lot and live without it Don't believe me when I tell you it's something unforgivable...ohoh Well I can't regret, can't you just forget it? I started something I couldn't finish If we go down, we go down together best friends means, well best friends means You never knew well I never told you... Everything I know about breaking hearts I learned from you, it's true I've never done it with the style and grace you have But I've made long term plans based on these mistakes Broken down in bars and bathrooms All I did was what I had to Don't believe me when I tell you it's just what anyone would do Take the time to talk about it Think a lot and live without it Don't believe me when I tell you it's something unforgivable Is this what you call tact? I swear you're as subtle as a brick in the small of my back so let's end this call, and end this conversation there's nothing worse... (that's right he said, that's right he said it) I swear, you have no idea The jealousy that became me thinking (that's right he said) that you always had it way too easy Broken down in bars and bathrooms All I did was what I had to Don't believe me when I tell you it's just what anyone would do Take the time to talk about it Think a lot and live without it Don't believe me when I tell you it's something unforgivable Best friends means I pulled the trigger Best friends means you get what you deserve Best friends means I pulled the trigger Best friends means you get what you deserve Best friends means I pulled the trigger Best friends means you get what you deserve Best friends means I pulled the trigger Best friends means you get what you deserve Best friends means I pulled the trigger Best friends means you get what you deserve Best friend thinks I pulled the trigger! Best friend thinks you get what you deserve! "Fuck," Alex whispered again as the clock turned 12:45 into 12:46. "Where the fuck could that girl be?" She spent the next few minutes wondering. Was it right to still wait for Corona like this, hopeful in spite of the blood that would flow from her hope-scarred heart? Was it right to have faith? Faith, ah, something Alex never had nor believed in. Surely God hated her, He had her as His example of how wrong a life could go, or how sweet a tortured human could be. She was just His whipping girl. "She'd better have a fucking good excuse when I see her in school," growled Alex as the hour died and was replenished anew. Her clock read 1:01 am, and was threatening to become later. Corona was more late than necessary. She had stood Alex up. Well, of course she had. Who would waste their time with her? Blair couldn't handle it anymore; she wept and cursed violently, and broke down in the middle of her kitchen floor. The clock turned to 1:05. Her heart paused for just a second as she heard a knock on her door. It was 1:06. She got up to see who it was. It was Corona. She let her in. "Hi," she said meekly, "sorry I'm late." Blair crossed her arms, and scowled. "Okay, sorry I'm very late. Can I come in?" She sighed. Alex wanted to push Corona out into the road...but she didn't. "Sure." The door closed and was locked again as her guest finally, finally joined her, two hours later than expected. Corona hung back shyly, looking ashamed and hurt; Alex was seething with fury. Her voice was calm, though, calm and careful as a dam that could burst at the slightest touch... "So, what kept you?" "Allie, I have a really good excuse," said Corona desperately. "I'm listening." "Alonso—my brother, remember—he was called out for an emergency at the very last second, and I had to drive him. Mom's...my mother just died today, at the institution. We had to go there to make funeral arrangements. I know we had a date today, I just...I couldn't tear myself away from that place. Allie...I lost my mother today. Now I'm just an orphan, with only my brother to take care of me. I made it here as soon as I could; sorry I'm late. Can you forgive me?" Alex crumbled on the inside. God, what kind of a monster am I? Here I am angry about my girlfriend being late, and I don't even fucking know why. She just lost her fucking mother, you idiot—spare her some sympathy! "I'm sorry," she said, weeping gently. "I just thought...you had stood me up." "No, no," she assured her softly. "You've been on my mind all day. I couldn't wait to come here, it's just...my mom." "It's okay," she managed, bringing Corona in for a hug. "I'm so stupid and selfish...why do you ever put up with me?" "Because I love you," she said honestly, touching Alex's dark hair. Alex sniffled and managed a smile, and squeezed Corona with all the love that had been buried inside of her, deep down, under the ash. Perhaps a phoenix would emerge from the funeral pyre after all... "I'm sorry," said Alex again, "I just..." "It's all right. I'm here now. Better late than never, eh? Sorry I couldn't spend the New Year with you." "Ah...fuck it," she said, grinning weakly. "I don't care about that. I just...wanted to be with you." She smiled shyly and lowered her head; Corona saw her blush, and squealed. She raised Alex's head and enveloped her lips softly. The two held each other with such gentle, tender care, kissing deeper and deeper until they felt they would merge. Alex only wished that her faith had been stronger, that her love had been deeper. She felt so worthless for doubting Corona. "I'm sorry," she breathed as Marcos kissed her ear. "I'm sorry too. I forgive you." "...I forgive you too!" she managed through tears. Corona leaned her head back and gasped as her beloved planted her dry, chapped lips along her neck, and held Alex by her hands, wanting nothing more, with nobody else, save Alex. Alex, her Allie; that was all she wanted in that moment, and nothing more. No New Year, no misunderstandings, no promises unwillingly broken, nothing but Alex; that was all that mattered. She guided her into the living room, kissing her neck and jawline, absorbing Allie's taste through her mouth. She was a bitter woman, they both were, but the bitterness was made unbearably sweet when mixed with tears of regret and love. Corona hissed as she felt Alex's hands wander, and raised her arms so she could have her sweater removed. Their lips clashed desperately and only parted so that Blair's A-shirt could be lifted off as well, and then resumed, mindlessly beautiful. Alex knelt down, letting her fingers fumble with the button and zipper of Corona's jeans, and kissed her stomach and belly button in the meantime. Corona squeezed her eyes shut, and combed through her girlfriend's beautiful long hair until it was time for her legs to release themselves from her jeans. Breathlessly, her heart jumping up and down, she took Alex into her embrace and guided her tongue inside her mouth, and there it stayed until she felt the time was right. Corona gently kissed her way down and removed Alex's long black pants, and kissed her underwear once it was revealed. Alex let out a deep moan, in shock that this was actually happening to her—that the woman she loved, her light in the world, was giving her this pleasure. She carefully guided Corona up as the woman tugged at her panties, and helped remove her ratty brassiere. Marcos grinned and kissed Alex's eager nipples before the material even found its way to the floor. A second pair joined them. Alex wept for joy and hugged her girlfriend close, hissing and sighing as their breasts touched, and rubbed together, and squeezed gently. Alex dove into Corona's cleavage and let her tongue trail everywhere; Corona moaned happily, and raked her fingernails across her girlfriend's naked back and shoulders, anything to return this love, this love that had been so dormant, a love that was now being freed and released, like... Like a flower, blooming at last, after a merciless winter. Allie took Corona to her bed and watched as she removed her own underwear. She grinned and let Corona take hers off—she felt defenseless once she was nude, but Corona accepted her and loved her, and even gasped with pure love (mixed with just a hint of lust) as she stared at the naked Alexandra. Corona herself was indescribably beautiful, and Alex feared taking her into her arms, into her life, for surely she would taint such an angel. Corona nodded quietly, assuring her girlfriend that she would not mind. Besides, she too was tainted. Alex laid down in bed with Corona atop her, and cried out several times just from the weight of the other girl. She could feel everything: her coffee-colored hair, her lips touching in random spots, her heaving chest and hypnotic bosom, her stomach, her wandering arms and ticklish fingers, her naked waist and crotch, her fleshy legs, her toes meshing together against her soles... Alex felt Corona, like nothing she had known or felt before, even from Marcos in the past. She was really, truly feeling Corona, as she really was, for the first time ever. She stared deep into those wonderful brown eyes and felt two fingers penetrate her starving vagina. Alexandra cried out with bliss as the woman whom she loved, more than anything, her light in this world, gave her the apex of physical pleasure—so she returned it, lowering her hand to find Corona's own genitalia. Marcos squeezed her eyes shut and called out her name—"Ugh, Allie!"—so beautifully, and thrust her fingers to match Alex's, until the two were crying out and moaning with the increased rhythm of their shared sex. "ALEX!!!" Corona called out the name of her beloved and achieved a wonderful orgasm; Alex, however, wept bitterly as she felt her first real, honest orgasm in ages. Corona calmed down as her breathing did, and stared at the beautiful young woman with such love and kindness: what could be wrong? "Alex? Alex, honey? What's wrong?" Alex continued to weep, horribly and uncontrollably, and held onto Corona for dear life, as if the last remnants of her identity were being lost. "I love you," she whispered hoarsely. "I love you so much!! I'm sorry for everything!" "Alex, Alex honey..." She wept even more, holding so tight, so desperate, unable to believe that somebody so wonderful could really love her that much. Corona kissed her, she kissed the tears away, and hummed softly as this fallen angel cried. She whispered, "I love you, I love you so much, I love you, my beautiful Alex, my gorgeous Angel." Finally, Allie sniffled and stopped crying. She was smiling more broadly and more happily than she ever had, and held Corona's face close so they could gaze at each other anew, as if it had been years since they last saw each other. She wailed sweetly, "Corona, Corona, my beautiful Corona," and kissed her deeply, sweetly. Corona suckled on Alex's tongue as it came into her mouth; their breasts hugged lovingly as their sexes rubbed against each other. "I love you so much, Alex," she whispered. Alex could only utter her name. Corona... They switched, and Alex, beaming like a happy sun goddess, straddled Corona lustily. She rubbed both the girl's breasts, playing with her nipples, sometimes leaning down to tease them with her tongue—everything was a jolt of unbelievable pleasure. Corona gasped for joy as Alex bent down, exposing her naked rear happily to everything behind her, and lapped at Corona's vagina. Her eyes shut tight as sweet perfection—what else could she call it?—wiggled inside her, pleasuring every corner and concept that was Her. She came to a violent, wonderful orgasm, hopelessly spraying her beloved with her own fluid. Alex laughed and cleaned it off hungrily. "Your turn," she sang happily. Alex gladly laid down on the bed and smiled as her weary girlfriend sighed, moved around, and buried her face in her vagina. A few licks in, she held her head back, stared, and grinned cutely. "Oh," she sang, "so that's your true hair color." "Hey, what're you doing?!" exclaimed Alex happily. Corona giggled and descended again. "Oh, nothing. Just admiring your bush, that's all. Maybe you could...wear your hair in its natural color when we get back to school." Alex grunted as she felt Corona's tongue penetrate further inside her. "Uh—you think so?" "Mm-hmm." "Aah, that tickled!" "Hmm?" Corona looked up and smiled mischievously. So, her girlfriend liked it when she hummed in her vagina, eh? She went back down and hummed a soft song, making Alex squeal hopelessly with pleasure. She bucked and forced Corona's head down further with her free hands, calling her name out again and again until she came to her second orgasm of the evening." "AAH!! CORONAAA...!!!" Once the two girls recovered, they both sat up and embraced, naked and in love, until their kisses evolved into groping, and groping into heavy fondling, and fondling into shared cunnilingus: a sixty-nine, where they both feasted on each other's fruits, but Alex dared let her tongue explore elsewhere, and lapped at Corona's hindquarters. "Aah!" her girlfriend squeaked. "Alex!" "What? Can I not lick my girlfriend's ass?" "...Would you want to do that?" "...Sure, why not?" Corona was initially disgusted by the idea—after all, she shuddered when she thought about kissing Alex afterwards—but stuck in that position, eventually she was turned on by the idea. She lapped at her girlfriend's partially-exposed rear and liked it, a little. Alex seemed to like it a lot. "I guess that means I can proceed," she squealed happily. Corona chuckled—and then moaned viciously as she felt her girlfriend's tongue slither inside her anus. WOW! That was a new feeling! She wedged her fingers inside Alex's moist vagina, just in case, and applied herself to returning the favor. It seemed to take days, and seconds, to reach orgasms three and four; number five came later, as Alex wrestled her lover to the bed, poised her thighs over Corona's eager crotch, and growled lustfully. "Sexy," she purred into her ear. Corona giggled. "And you are a pretty little princess." Alex had never been addressed so sweetly, nor so honestly, and blushed a gorgeous pink color as she smiled, clasped her hands over Corona's, and slowly wiggled her vagina against Corona's. Wiggling turned to cautious thrusting, which evolved into rubbing and all-out grinding, until they both groaned and screamed themselves into their fifth, and possibly last, orgasm of the evening. Alex collapsed on Corona's naked body, laughing and gasping loudly as their shared nudity meshed. They kissed until they were weary, and shirked the covers of the old bed so they could at least have a chance to cool down. "...Holy God almighty!" exclaimed Allie, her face beaming. "Damn, Corona! We're insatiable!" "Well, I can't help it," she said, cuddling close despite how hot and sweaty her lover was. "You make me really horny, and I love you. I love you...a lot." They laughed again, and held each other in spite of the heat. Corona gently took one of Alex's breasts in her hand, looked up into her eyes, and smiled. "I truly...love you...my sweet Allie." They kissed deeply, intimately, freely exploring each other with fingers, thighs, and tongue. "I love you too, my wonderful angel of light." They shared a smile. Corona squeezed "her" breast gently. "I think we should take a shower." "Yeah, really. As soon...as I can stand...on my own power!" They laughed and kissed, and finally, made their way to the crude, cramped shower. They stayed longer than necessary, of course, probably to make sure that they both got "really, really clean, especially in all the fun places". They kissed as they dried each other off, and Corona almost carried her naked lover back to her bedroom. They laughed and tumbled on the bed, and kissed sweetly for minutes on end. When at last they stopped, their faces were shining and their bodies were intertwined; Alex yawned. "What time is it?" Corona checked. "Four...fifty-nine." Alex raised her head. She smiled as it became five o'clock. "We've been going at it for awhile." "Yeah. Good thing we don't have school in the morning." They laughed again and kissed, holding each other tight so they could feel the beautiful skin of their lovers. Alex finally rested her head on Corona's chest, feeling her heart thudding quietly, and touched the girl's hands as they intertwined. "Corona?" "Yes, Allie?" She snickered. She sure did love being called that. "I love you." "I love you too." And those were the last words either of them heard before they fell asleep, safe in each other's arms, mere hours before dawn broke to reveal a beautiful morning. "The division of one day from the next must be one of the most profound peculiarities of life on this planet. It is, on the whole, a merciful arrangement. We are not condemned to sustain flights of being, but are constantly refreshed by little holidays from ourselves. We are intermittent creatures, always falling to little ends and rising to little new beginnings. Our soon-tired consciousness is meted out in chapters, and that the world will look quite different tomorrow is, for both our comfort and our discomfort, usually true. How marvelously too night matches sleep, sweet image of it, so neatly apportioned to our need. Angels must wonder at these beings who fall so regularly out of awareness into a fantasm-invested dark. How our frail identities survive these chasms no philosopher has ever been able to explain." --Iris Murdoch, The Black Prince The End of "All Girls School", Part One Please stay tuned for Part Two
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