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Note: Mixed Bag is a compilation of stories by Rachael Ross and
contains a Foreword and 65 chapters. It is being posted to ASSM
largely in sequence. See MB00 for a table of contents. All stories
copyrighted 2008 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. rache696@yahoo.com
visit my website at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/rache/www/index.htm and see my
blog http://anarchyforbeginners.blogspot.com/ for additional
information. Thanks. -rr


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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