"Saturday's Child Works Hard for a Living" Emotions blurred through Usha's head like a flurry of snowflakes. Little surprise too, considering the literal storm outside, frosty and bitter. Inside was warm and safe, but her mind, alas, was being quartered. First of all, she had to address her weariness. She had physically drained herself working so hard these past few weeks, and probably could not move much, except to breathe and yawn. Acting as junior class president—now the title was fully hers due to Mira's sudden (but not quite unexpected) abdication—was more of a strain than people thought, and whatever perks came with the job were rare. She wanted to nap, or to at least lay down and let her body rest, but this was impossible. It was so late, and she had so many things to do. Sometimes she became so absorbed in her work that she missed dinner. Whenever she got a break, she found her supper cold, in the fridge if she was lucky and out rotting in the open air if she wasn't. It didn't matter—hunger always prevailed. And hey, what else were microwaves for? Of course, mom argued with her about her duties, usually playing the card of neglect to get a start on her headstrong daughter. Dad personally liked Usha's motivation, and said that as long as she was healthy and academically sound, he was happy. It really was unfortunate, the breakup, but Usha felt like she was doing the right thing. Even now, several days later, she felt like she had done the right thing, although guilt also came up to bite her in the back. She still had feelings for Blake and Mira—some nights she even masturbated from the memory, something that would've shocked her a year earlier—but letting them go free was the right decision in the end. Ultimately her father would never get to meet them as her lovers, although Usha did have plans to bring them over as friends. Kula, on the other hand, was another story—and that tale had way too much drama for miss Krishnan to contemplate now. Even though it was a Saturday, Usha did not have the day off. First there was an emergency meeting of the GSA she had to attend, then she stayed behind at school to fulfill several promises she had made to the teachers there. She orchestrated several hours of tutoring to younger kids, and attended an anti-war rally on the steps of the state capitol building later that day. She capped everything off by going to the store to pick up groceries for her mother, who had driven to the airport to drop her husband off. By the time Usha had some free moments for herself, it was already dark outside and nearly time for bed. Of course, there was no such thing as rest for the weary. Usha barely had time to let her bones settle before she got a call, but thankfully it was just Kula. She was wondering if Usha would like to come over and have a late supper, maybe hang out, play some games, that sort of thing. Krishnan's belly did a little flip as she thought about what else the two of them could do with their time. What sort of magic was Kula working on her to make her so anxious? It didn't matter; her enchantment was strong, and it led her to get up, scribble a note to her mother, and head out the door. ...... "You work way too hard," Kula noted once she got Usha to spill her guts. She ordered the girl to turn around so she could give her a massage. "See, that's what I didn't like about you when I first got here, or one of the things. Aside from you bein' a total cunt, a goody-goody, and Mother Superior, you were also way too stiff. Ya just didn't know when to have fun, to laugh, to be silly. Come on, your shoulders are like wood here." "I have...so many obligations," Usha responded, but she didn't sound so sure. However Kula may have treated her in the past, she was being unusually gentle this time around. Had all of her anger been vented out? Had their first illicit session of passion (it was too hard to be lovemaking, too soft for fucking) uncorked a kinder, tamer Kula? She still spoke of not liking Usha, but the sharp look in her eye or the fire in her voice was not there. Her words were more laced with love now! Oh, and that touch! Usha melted instantly. "Umm...that feels good," she sighed as Kula's warm hands found her stress spots and kneaded them out. She could feel the tickle of the exotic girl's voice as it whispered into her ear. "I thought it might." Usha stiffened slightly as she felt Kula's lips touch the nape of her neck, but she easily succumbed and surrendered, letting the younger woman peck and kiss as she pleased, from nape to the lobe of her ear. She hissed seductively, "I want you to take your clothes off...so I can touch your skin," and Usha's stomach flipped violently. She obediently submitted and let Kula have complete control; on occasion she blacked out, but to the best of her memory, she and her so-called enemy undressed, made love on her bed, and slept together in each other's arms. Again. ...... And again. But once they were finished, they realized what they had done, who they were with, and most interestingly, what day it was. Sunday morning. One whole day before school started. Usha wanted to spend it with Kula. To Hell with her duties; they would just have to wait! The raging animal in her (meekly hiding until now) wanted to shirk her responsibilities and invest every moment with Kula, the girl that had made her feel so good, the honest friend that told her the truth, the woman she—dare she entertain the thought? Oh, she dared. The woman she was falling in love with. They took a shower together and had breakfast together, but the fantasy didn't last. Usha's mother called (Krishnan had at least brought her cell phone) and talked up a storm, berating her daughter for staying out all night. Usha mentioned the note. Her mother then mentioned that the note implicated a visit to a friend's house, not a sleepover. Usha wanted to argue more, let her animal out to defend her honor, but guilt came crashing in again and took over. She'd check in with her mother, in person, and then she would be grounded for doing such a thing. "Damn," said Kula once she got the news. "That sucks! So like, you gotta go now?" "I'm afraid so." "Damn!" Kula looked wounded, and leaned in to hug Usha. "Your mom's whack, you know. If I did that, my parents wouldn't care. I could stay out for weeks, just as long as I didn't get in no more trouble." She then added with a grin, "Heh, maybe I shoulda stayed over at your place." "I don't think my mother would allow us to, uh, do what we have just done," noted Usha. "Why, is she a homophobe?" "No, it's just...she doesn't know...about us. I mean, I told her I ended things with Blake and Mira, but...well... Ahem!" (she coughed, clearing a blush) "You have to admit, our...affair did come suddenly." "We're not having an affair." "Not the type you're thinking of." "Oh, so now you assume I'm stupid." "I didn't say—" The worried look on her face died when Kula started laughing. "See what I mean? Come on, you know I'm kiddin'!" And to prove it she kissed Usha, firmly and lovingly, sending electric punches to Krishnan's gut. Was she...lusting after this woman? And what about Kula? Had she really been in love with the person she supposedly hated? Their relationship was confusing enough as it was, and perhaps if it weren't for the amazing sex and the sheer bliss of each other's company, Usha might've backed out and became secluded. Unfortunately, Kula could not convince her to stay, not even for a "quickie". Usha left the Nanahara home and drove back to her own, dreading her mother's punishment. Was this what she got for wanting to add some fun in her life? She would slap her mother hard with the hypocrisy card when she arrived—after all, had not the woman asked Usha to slow down, not work so much, have some fun? Oh, there would definitely be something to fight about when the two Krishnan women met later that day! ...... It was not long after that when Usha and Kula decided to make themselves officially a couple. It made no sense parading around like that without acknowledging it. With this new title came changes: Kula started letting a few people know (trying not to brag about how often she "scored with the Krishnan bitch") while Usha, aside from telling mom and pop, also had to let Blake and Mira in on the news. Somehow she felt she owed it to them. She hoped they would be able to work things out and stay friends, if nothing else. After all, they were mature young women, even Mira, and in the end they all had somebody to love. What did it matter if the lineup wasn't exactly the same? Usha called them up and asked to meet them outside school before classes started that Monday. She was first glad to hear they were both doing all right, and were still engaged in romantic and sexual activities with each other in spite of the "loss". Usha had mixed feelings when she actually met up with them, and wondered if they would treat her any different if they learned where her love was now going to. "Hi," she greeted timidly. The other two waved, swathed in wintry wear (Mira with a coat Blake and Usha had bought her for Christmas). "Uh, listen. We talked about most things over the phone, but I sort of neglected to mention one small detail. I'm, uh, seeing somebody else now, and uh...I just hope you two don't think I broke up with you so I could see her." "I might get that feeling anyway," Mira snorted. Blake gave her a sympathetic look. "Look, I understand why you did it, and hey, if you met someone else along the way, then good. We're still your friends at least." "I'm glad you think that way," Usha said with a smile. Did she ever feel relief! Mira, unfortunately, did not seem to share Blake's viewpoint, and crossed her arms harshly. "I don't know what all this ‘we' business is. Who is the whore, Yusha? Are you fucking her now?" "Mira, please! She's your friend too!" "And my girlfriend is not a whore," said Usha firmly. Her face turned red despite how proudly she stood up and announced, "If you must know, I'm...seeing Kula. She and I are a couple now. And yes we are also lovers, not that it's your business!!" Needless to say, Baum and van Dijk were a little taken back. After all, it was Kula. "You bitch!!" Mira lashed out and might've tackled poor Usha if Blake hadn't snapped out and grabbed her. "After all that mother-fucking girl did to you and now you're in love with her? What the hell is wrong with you? I can't believe it! She hit you and said bad things about you and everything! And we defended you at that Homecoming dance! We slaved for hours because we thought we had done the right thing! And now you go and do this to us? You...mother-fucking...dick-sucking...half-witted......DOPE!!!" Mira had ran out of vile curses at the end and spat out the only thing she had left, then stormed off before Usha could say a word in her defense. Blake just whistled and rubbed her forehead, weary from weathering such storms. "Whew...I didn't think she'd take it that badly. I have to admit, I'm just as shocked as she is." "Well you're not the one giving me what's for." "Because there's nothing to give!" she exclaimed. "I mean...yeah I'm surprised—I mean, c'mon, you and Kula? It's like some kind of weird story or something. But...uh...geez! This'll take some getting used to." "But aren't you mad?" "Uh...I'm more confused than mad," she admitted. "You forget, I'm supposed to be the peacekeeper between us all. Now Mira, of course she's pissed; she's always been of two minds about you. As for me, well, you know. What is...is what is, is what I say. And hey, if this is what you want, then Yahweh bless and all. Plus," she added wittily, "if you can keep Kula from making a scene every five minutes and actually put her in the right direction, all the more power to you, I say!" Usha smiled warmly, glad that at least one of her ex-girlfriends wasn't piping mad. She reached out to embrace Blake, sighing the weary song of one in emotional tailspin. "You're a wonderful friend," she crooned. "I just wish that Mira—" "Aw, let the Dijk cool down," Blake said. "She's just mad, that's all. She told me she thinks you dumped us cuz' you were in love with somebody else. I can only console her so much, you know, before I start to get tired of her." "So you don't think that?" Blake smiled merrily. "Nah! It was silly to think we could make a three-way relationship work. It's best if we go two-and-two anyway." "So you're really not mad?" "Do I look it?" she said, smiling. "I've got a great girlfriend, and you...well, Kula has a great girlfriend." "Kula is great too, Blake," whispered Usha, slightly hurt. "She really is. Once you really get to know her, you'll like her, I promise. She's a very kind young woman." "I guess it takes all types," she muttered. The bell for first classes rang, and so the two dismissed themselves, each to their own paths. Usha felt relieved that Blake was okay with the new situation, but she wished Mira hadn't been so violent. Blake would have to confront her and do her best to pacify the hothead—after all, Usha had enough problems to worry about.
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