Adults Only
Mixed Bag - Chapter Ten
The Door in the Closet
(Part Two)
by rache
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Story Codes: m/f, No Sex, SciFi
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My mom was crying on the other side of the wall and the bed over there was squeaking and banging hard. I guessed she wasn't going anywhere for awhile and I shook my head at that. She had the guts to cheat on my dad, but not enough to fight him off. Maybe that's what love does to a woman, I didn't know. I thought I loved Mahk sometimes and I even told him that every once in awhile, but I probably didn't. I didn't love him enough to let him rape me, I knew that much, and I wasn't sure I wanted to.
What I wanted to do was put my music on and cover my head with my pillow, but I didn't want to stop looking at the closet door either. By the time the noise had mostly stopped in my parents' bedroom, I was standing by my closet, biting my lip and feeling my heart ready to burst. My hand was shaking a little and I sort of slapped at the doorknob like it might give me a shock.
After a few deep breaths, I opened it slowly and the other bedroom was still there and I could see the boy sitting on his bed, cross-legged and doing some homework it looked like. He had a book open and he was writing in a notepad. He didn't seem to notice me.
"Hey," I said and then louder. "Hey, um…Jimmy!"
He didn't look up or anything and I frowned because I wasn't sure if I should just walk in or not. I'd be pretty mad if I found some strange girl in my bedroom and then she ran into my closet and disappeared. Did he know about the door? He must know about it, he saw me go through it. Why didn't he chase me though? That's what I would have done. Or maybe not. I mean, I'm not really brave or anything. I'm a girl, yeah, but chasing people, even if they were in my bedroom, would have been a little too freaky for me, I think. I'd just be happy they were gone.
But Jimmy was a boy and they don't seem to think like girls usually, so probably he didn't want to chase anybody either.
"Hey! Boy!" I tried again, almost too loudly. I didn't want to attract my dad's attention or wake him up if he was sleeping.
Still, the boy on the bed didn't look at me and I swallowed hard, really hoping I knew what I was doing when I walked slowly into his bedroom.
"Hey," I said from less than ten feet away and he about jumped off of his bed.
"What? Where'd you come from?" Jimmy looked even more scared than I was.
"Hi," I smiled him, trying to look as totally harmless as I was.
"Who are you?" His hazel eyes were big and round and he bit his bottom lip.
Jimmy glanced around the room like there might be more of me, and he was still holding his school textbook. I didn't think he was going to throw it at me or anything, he was holding it more like a shield than anything else. His auburn hair was long for a boy, I thought, and unruly. Some of it had gotten in his face when he'd moved, so Jimmy shook his head, but that just made it worse and I had to smile.
"I'm Jilly," I told him and for whatever reason most of my fear was going away. Not all of it and I was plenty nervous, but I knew this boy wasn't going to hurt me. I could tell stuff like that about other people real easy by the time I was sixteen, believe me.
"What are you doing here?" he asked me slowly, standing on the other side of his bed and holding that book like he'd never let it go.
"I don't know," I said truthfully, pulling some long auburn hair out of my eyes. It liked to go everywhere and mostly I just kept it in a ponytail.
"What?" he didn't look like he believed me, or even believed in me, if that makes any sense.
"I, uh…I opened my closet door…" I glanced over my shoulder and the door was closed now, "…and I saw your bedroom. It's just like mine, sorta."
"That's my closet," Jimmy said and I nodded. "You can't live in my closet."
"I don't live in your closet!" I giggled and I was feeling better now that we were talking. "I live in my own house, except…I dunno, they're like connected now or something."
"Where'd you go?" he asked me, as if the boy hadn't heard a word I'd just said. "I looked for you and you weren't in there."
"In where?" I looked at the closet again. "I told you, I went to my own bedroom."
"That's impossible," he said and I had to agree with that.
"Yeah," I said. "Except it isn't anymore, I guess."
"Prove it," he told me and I did.
"Okay," I said, walking to the door and I opened it and there was my bedroom, plain as day. "See? It's right there…You wanna come over?"
"Where…did that come from?" Jimmy wondered softly and I giggled. His eyes looked like they were gonna pop out of his head.
"I don't know! I just found it. Look…" I scrunched up my nose at him. "It's perfectly safe."
I stepped into my bedroom and turned around and he was just standing there, staring at me from the other side.
"Come on!" I grinned and waved at him to follow, but he didn't move and I don't think he could hear me. I walked back into his room after a few seconds and he started to smile, just a little one, but it made him really cute.
"I saw you," he said. "You were waving at me."
"You didn't see it before though?" I wondered and Jimmy shook his head.
"No, it was a closet when you went in before," he told me seriously.
"That's weird," I decided. "You couldn't hear me though, huh?"
"No," he shook his head. "I saw your lips moving, but I didn't hear anything. It's kind of strange."
"Yeah," I grinned at him and then he gave me a real smile. "You're Jimmy, right?"
"Yeah," he said. "You're name is, um…"
"Jilly," I reminded him. "Jimmy's a funny name. Are we in Nippan or someplace?"
"Nippan?" he looked confused.
"Yeah, you know Tokahama? The place with all the groundshakes all the time?" I held up my hands, inviting some understanding. Tokahama was only the biggest city on the planet, he must have heard of that.
"Um…Japan?" he asked me and I didn't know what that meant.
"Never mind," I laughed. "Everything here is so weird. Hey, uh…Can I hang out with you for a little bit?"
"Here?" Jimmy blinked at me and then his eyes went up and down and I knew he was checking me out. He'd probably been checking me out before, but this time he forgot to hide it. That was cool though, boys did that stuff and I was dressed for it anyway.
"Yeah," I gave the closet a little glance. "My old man's kind of, um…he's sick, so I have to be really quiet and stuff. It sucks."
"Your dad?" he asked me and I nodded.
"I guess you can," Jimmy agreed slowly and he was glancing at his bedroom door. "If my mom catches you up here though…"
"Yeah," I rolled my eyes. "My mom's a bitch too sometimes."
"What? No!" He looked at me sort of shocked. "My mom's nice and all. I just mean she won't like it if some girl's up here and…"
"I didn't mean anything about your mom," I made a face at the boy. "I just thought, you know, maybe she was like my mom. If she's cool, then…cool."
"Yeah," he nodded. "Sorry, I just…My mom's not a bitch or anything."
"Okay," I agreed.
"Okay."
"So…I can hang out, right?" I asked him again.
"You know anything about human biology?" Jimmy asked me and he was smiling.
"Uh…Is that like animal stuff?" I frowned because my biology classes pretty much sucked. I'm not like a walking brunette joke or anything, but I'm no brain surgeon either.
"Animals?" he laughed at me. "No! People…Human biology. The respiratory system and all that?"
"Oh people!" I nodded. "Yeah, I had that class before. I just never heard it called, um…whatever you called it."
"Cool," Jimmy grinned at me. "I got a test tomorrow on it. You can help me study."
"Study?" I shrugged, but I'd never been much for homework or anything. At least I'd have something to do for awhile though. He was pretty cute too, even if he was acting like a serious momma's boy. I never did homework.
We sat on his bed and I was wearing pretty much what I always wore, a pair of leather shorts and a thin white t-shirt. The shorts were real catskin and they were pretty expensive, except I'd swiped them from the store. I swiped most of my cool stuff, cause getting credits out of my parents was a total waste of energy. Stealing was a lot cheaper.
Anyway, my shorts were tight and thin, super soft too and a really nice shade of Chartreux, blue like a winter sun. Jimmy liked them anyway and he kept stealing looks at my pussy, cause it was mostly right there, but that was the whole point of wearing catskin shorts…They didn't hide anything. After about ten minutes I was really starting to wonder if he'd ever seen a pair before, silly as that sounds.
"You like my shorts?" I finally asked him and Jimmy's big hazel eyes came up just long enough to make him blush.
"I'm sorry…" he cleared his throat and the boy was trying to look anywhere but at me. "I can see your, uh…everything. I think."
"It's okay," I shrugged. "That's why I got them, you know?"
"What?" He looked at me again and this time he didn't look away, even though he wanted to.
"So boys would see me down there," I said. "Why? Is something wrong? It looks nice, right?"
I looked down, sort of spreading my legs a little wider and I could see my vulva outlined clearly. The shorts were nice and tight between my little pussy lips like they were supposed to be. I reached down and felt my clitoris, but she was hiding. A little rub though, that's all it took, and then I had a cute little bump right at the top of my slit.
"No. I mean, yeah." He swallowed hard. "I just never saw shorts like that before."
"Huh." I wasn't sure if I really believed him or not, but I figured I did. He sure was acting weird though. "All the girls wear them at my school."
"They do?"
"Yeah," I shrugged. "Well, the ugly girls don't. Why? What do they wear at your school?"
"Ummm…I don't know," he said. "Skirts mostly and blouses, I guess. They can't wear shorts because the school has a dress code."
"Well, so does mine!" I laughed. "Wearing a skirt to school would probably get a girl suspended though."
"Really?" Now Jimmy looked like he didn't believe me.
"Well, yeah," I nodded. "Dresses are okay for sports and stuff, but not for school."
"Oh," Jimmy said. "The girls here wear shorts at gym class."
"They do?" I rolled my eyes cause he had to be teasing me.
"How come you show your…" he glanced at my shorts, at my pussy in particular and licked his lips.
"My pussy?" I asked and he was turning red again. "I dunno. Everybody does. We gotta wear something though, so…Clothes aren't supposed to hide anything, just keep us warm or whatever. Like you."
"Like me?"
"Yeah," I giggled. "You must have a really big dick, huh?"
"Uh!" Jimmy blinked at me.
"I mean your pants are seriously too big, so there must be a reason. How big is your dick?"
"My pants aren't too big!" Jimmy said.
"Yeah they are!" I laughed at him. "God! I can't tell how big your balls are either. What a tease!"
"What?"
"Maybe you guys don't do that here," I thought out loud and then I told Jimmy, "Like at my school? All the guys show off their cocks and balls and everything. If you wear big pants, like yours? It means you got a huge dick, except I guess yours isn't hard or anything, huh?"
"Oh, ummm…"
"But your pants are really big," I giggled. "That's so weird. Aren't you proud of your cock?"
"I…No, maybe…I don't know…" He was really blushing and I wondered if he had a really little dick. I hoped not, just cause I didn't want to hurt his feelings or anything. We'd just met!
"Well," I shrugged, "I guess it's just different where I'm from."
"Yeah," Jimmy agreed and we were quiet for a minute. "Hey, um…So are all the girls at your school, like…sluts? Or something?
"What?" I stared at the boy and he was red again, right on time. "What kind of stupid question is that?"
"I'm just…I mean, you said they show everything and…"
"It doesn't mean they're sluts!" I told him and then my mind was catching up. "You mean me? No! I'm not a slut, for your information, okay? I don't fuck just anybody anytime. I have a boyfriend."
"I know, yeah…I'm sorry…Okay…" Jimmy was wilting under my steady gaze and he looked like he wanted to crawl into a hole and die. But really, asking a girl a question like that? He deserved it.
"Half the people on the planet have a cunt, you know," I told him, like maybe he didn't know that. "It's not like a huge secret and it looks nice. I got lipstick on and everything, wanna see?"
"Lipstick?"
"Yeah," I giggled and my anger always goes away pretty quick. "My mom won't let me wear lipstick or anything, but I swiped some from the mall."
"You mean…lipstick for your…pussy?" Jimmy looked at me like I was crazy and I nodded, reaching for my shorts.
"Yeah, really red too," I told him and he was staring intently as I had to lie down on his bed so I could lift my butt. "I got some blush too, bubblegum flavored. I can go put it on if you want to make out a little."
"M-Make out," he sort of gasped.
"Just cause I'm not a slut doesn't mean I don't make out," I giggled, pushing my shorts down my creamy thighs and now he could see my moist red pussy lips.
I know my pussy is sexy and that was the biggest reason I wore those shorts. I'd sorta lied about all the girls wearing them. The girls who weren't really cute or whatever wore different kinds of shorts, or pants sometimes. I hate pants cause my legs are pretty awesome, everyone says so. I just don't like my butt mostly, it's not very big or anything. Just little A-cups, you know? But most girls didn't wear a bra with shorts anyway, that would look kind of silly, unless they were like forty years old or something.
I had a training bra and I hated it, like my ass was untrainable, in my opinion. I was gonna get a butt job, seriously. As soon as I could afford it. Nothing too huge, just nice round C-cup glutes would be awesome! Mahk always laughed when I mentioned it, but he was one of those guys who said he liked small, hard butts like mine. He liked to say that more than a handful was a waste, but I'd seen him checking out some of the other girls at school, the ones with big round bubble butts, and it always made me a little jealous.
To be continued…
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