Saturday

Author's Note: This story is a direct sequel to "Admission v.1" 



I woke up naked in a strange bed. Reaching over for my lover, I found she was gone. “Damn.” I groaned, still sore from last night’s activities. I didn’t know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing that Katrina hadn’t left any marks. If the sex thing fucked up our friendship, I wanted something to remember her by.

“Is that a good damn, or a bad damn?” asked Katrina, wearing nothing but a grin. She was standing in the doorway of her bedroom looking as good as she had the night before. My eyes traveled down her beautiful face to her high breasts, curvy torso, and thick thighs.

“Now it’s a good damn.” I told her, biting my lips.

Katrina giggled. “Good morning. Are you hungry?”

“For food or for you?” I sighed. How had I gotten so lucky? I asked myself.

“Food first, sex later.” she blew me a kiss with her gorgeous full lips.

“I want a real good morning kiss.” I smirked, pointing at the bed. “Get your pretty ass over here.” Katrina complied, crawling towards me on the bed. I leaned towards her, and we shared a hungry, full mouth kiss that made me forget about any ache I might have had. “Good morning.”

Katrina pulled back, with a shy smile, offering her hand. “Come on. I made eggs.” I couldn’t help kissing her again, running my fingers through her thick curls. Katrina giggled through the kiss. “Calm down, girl! You’ve got me for the rest of the day if you want me.” She kissed our hands, beige and bronze locked together like weaving. “The food’s getting cold.” She led me to her kitchen table where she had two plates of eggs, pancakes, and link sausage. I sat down on a plastic covered seat cushion, shifting uncomfortably. “What’s wrong?” asked Katrina, spearing her sausage with her fork.

“The seat is sticking to my ass!” I said. We spontaneously started laughing at the same time. “I’m gonna go throw on my pants-”

“Don’t. They’ll just get in my way later.” said Katrina, knowingly. I felt my face heat up, and found myself staring at my plate with a grin. We both ate in relative silence, but I occasionally tried to steal glances at Katrina. She was doing the same thing. We both laughed once we finished eating. “We’re not very good at that, are we?” asked Katrina, as she wiped a bit of syrup from her lips.

“I don’t think we have to be.” I reached for her hands over the table, and she took mine. “Dishes now, or dishes later?”

“I’m still hungry. The dishes can wait.” She started sucking on my middle finger, looking at me with her expressive eyes. I enjoyed watching her, biting my lip. “Let’s try out the sofa.” she told me, rising from her seat. We walked into the living room, and Katrina shoved me onto the sofa roughly. Before I could react, she was kissing my lips just as roughly. “You still taste like honey, More.” she said into my neck as she straddled me. She kissed and licked my neck as she rode my pussy, wrapping her arms around my neck. Her long hair brushed my tits with her every undulating movement, making them nice and hard.

“That’s it, Baby. Ride me out…” I moaned, as we rocked back and forth rhythmically. She felt so good on me I could barely stand it.

“Fuck, Morgan…” she whispered when we were both thoroughly exhausted, resting her chin on my shoulder.

“I’m glad we ate first.” I said, my eyes half-closed. Katrina felt so right against me. I couldn’t describe it otherwise.

“You feel like a shower?” she whispered in my ear, trailing her fingers down my back.

“Only if it’s with you.”

Katrina giggled throatily. “Deal.”

We took our time in the shower. I ran my soapy hands over Katrina’s body, caressing her curves, her breasts, her ass, her back, her whole body. We kissed as we explored each other. We spent more time in the shower making out than we did getting clean.

“I should probably go home.” I said reluctantly after the shower once I had my clothes back on.

“Why?” asked Katrina, who had put on a loud red blouse and a pink plaid skirt.

“Well, I need to change my clothes if I’m going to take you out later.” I told her.

“Loosen up, More.” she told me with a kiss. “You’re thinking about changing clothes when you have me all to yourself?” She embraced me and whispered in my ear. “I guess that’s just something to punish you for later on.” I couldn’t breathe until she stood up. “Alright. But I’m coming with.” We took her car, more because I thought her flirting would make me crash mine. Even with Katrina behind the wheel, we still didn’t want to be apart. Our fingers touched and clasped across the center console. Her touch felt so right, that without it, I felt out of sorts. When she stopped the car, she looked at me longingly. “I don’t want to go back home. I just want to be with you.”

I leaned over and kissed her. “Come in with me. Have I ever shooed you away?”

Katrina grinned. “You’ve tried.”

“Have you ever let me be successful?”

“No.”

“Well, now you know the reason.” I tilted my head. “You’re more than my best friend. I’m never going to treat you like a one night stand. Okay?”

Katrina nodded. “Alright.” It touched me that she was letting me see her vulnerable side. I swore I wouldn’t make her regret it. Once we were inside my apartment, Katrina made a beeline for my DVD movie binder. “Do you have any lesbian movies?”

“Only a couple.” I called from my bedroom. “I’m really picky.”

“I want to see something romantic. What’s your favorite one?”

I grinned. That was easy. “ ‘When Night Is Falling’. It’s a 90’s movie, but it’s not campy at all. It still holds up.”

“Is there any sex in it?” I heard Katrina giggling.

“There is.” In my opinion, it was the best lesbian love scene of all time, but I wanted Katrina to find that out for herself.

Katrina stuck her head into my room. “Come watch it with me.”

“Alright.” I went into my living room and Katrina started up the DVD player. We got comfortable on the couch, leaning into each other. The movie was a romantic drama about a college professor who falls for a circus performer. Eventually, the professor left her male fiancé and her job to be with her new love. At the end of the movie, I caught Katrina crying.

“That was wonderful.” she said. I got her a tissue and wiped away her tears.

“I didn’t know you cried during romances.” I told her.

“Well, Petra and Camille are so much like me and you.”

My heart stopped. “What do you mean?”

“You don’t think I’m at least a little like Petra?”

“Flirtatious, never taking no for an answer, and stalking your love interest. Yup. That sounds about right.”

“She wasn’t stalking Camille, she was just hanging out.”

“She was waiting outside her house for hours. Come on.” I said, rolling my eyes.

“Well, I’ve never waited that long.”

“You did ‘hang out’-as you put it-outside my door for like an hour until I let you in that one time I was sick.”

“You had the flu. I knew you needed a hug at least.” Katrina looked sad. “Did you not want me to come over?”

“I already told you. I didn’t want you catching my germs.” I brushed aside a strand of her hair. “It was really sweet of you to do, though. What was that soup you brought me, again?”

“Butternut squash soup.”

“It was the best ever. No one ever makes homemade soup for me when I’m sick.”

“Not even Eva?” asked Katrina, expectantly. If Katrina had any competition, it was Eva. Eva had been my only real long-term relationship, and truth be told, the only reason we had split up was because she moved half-way across the country and couldn‘t make it work. Needless to say, the question made me uncomfortable.

“Could we not talk about her?” I said a bit defensively.

“I was only asking a simple question. No need to snap. Unless the answer isn’t a simple one.”

I couldn’t look at her. “I thought we were having a good time, and you brought up a situation I’m not comfortable remembering.” I took her hand and kissed it. “I want to be with you. Not her.” I saw a faint smile spread across her face. “You are a lot like Petra. Jealous when you have no real competition.”

“I think a little jealousy is healthy for anyone. Especially when you don’t know the status of your relationship.”

My mouth opened into a big O. “So this is what this is really about.”

“I don’t like playing games. Well, not relationship games, anyway. I just want to make sure this doesn’t turn into a friends-with-benefits situation.”

I shook my head in disbelief. “I can’t believe this.”

“What can’t you believe?”

“You want to actually start dating?”

Katrina blushed. “You’re making me nervous. Why don’t you just say if you agree or not?”

“You make me nervous every time I look at you.” We shared an achingly slow kiss. “How’s that for an answer?”

“I think I’m starting to rub off on you, More.” she said with a wicked smile.

“You like?”

“I like.”

“Good. Because we’re going out right now.” I stood up and pulled her to her feet with me.

“Really? Where too?”

“It’s a surprise.” I grinned.

Katrina clapped her hands with excitement. “Great!”

“Let me change my clothes, and I’ll be right out.”

Katrina folded her arms. “You mean you’ll be right out in thirty minutes.” she noted, rolling her eyes. “And last night you were mad when I took ten.”

“I’ll try to cut it down to twenty then.” I told her, giving her a quick peck on the cheek. It was a known fact I was high maintenance. I dry cleaned my pantsuits, khakis, jeans, and blazers, and washed everything else on the gentle cycle. All my clothing had to be scotch guarded before I wore it. I quickly decided on a pair of white capris, and a tan halter top. Well, quickly for me.

“Morgan, come on!” said Katrina, poking her head in my bedroom.

“Keep your pants on. It’s only been fifteen minutes.”

“I’m wearing a skirt, and if you’re quick, I might let you see what’s under it…” she flirted, touching the bottom of her pleats.

I quit fussing over my clothes. “I’m done.” I took her hand. “Take me back by your house. This time, I’m driving.”

When we changed cars, Katrina wanted to know where we were going. “Are we going to the movies so early?”

“No. Weren’t you satisfied with the one you just saw?”

“It was so good, I forgot to kiss you during it. We need to see a real crappy one together.”

I shook my head. “Your logic amazes me.” I drove to K. Pei Wong’s, a little Chinese restaurant that the both of us frequented regularly.

“You’re taking me out to eat? But we just had breakfast.” noted Katrina.


“We’re not eating right now. I’m putting everything in my hotbox for later.” I hated having my takeout get cold by the time I drove home, so I had a makeshift insulated container in the back of my car. It was made out of Styrofoam and aluminum, but it did the trick. After we ordered General Tso’s Chicken, Won Tons, Chow Mein, and Lo Mein, we packed everything up and Katrina started bugging me again.

“So where are we really going?”

“Can’t tell you. You’ll have to see it for yourself.”

“Is it a long drive?”

“I’m not telling.”

“You sure?” she smirked, tossing her hair and licking her lips.

I bit my lip, tempted to tell her. “Yup.”

“Not even if I showed you what’s under my skirt right here in the parking lot?” Her red lacquered fingernails played with the edges of her skirt.

My head whipped around to the front of the car. “I think it’s time to go now.”

Katrina giggled. “I’m so bad. I made you blush.”

I gave her a look. “I’m too dark to blush.”

She touched my cheek gently, caressing it with her pointer finger. “Your face feels pretty hot to me.”

I cleared my throat. “We, uh, really should get going.”

“Well, by all means driver, drive on!” She said in a faux British accent. I drove out of the funky uptown neighborhood and drove downtown. Our city was known for it’s beautiful wrought steel bridge which connected the downtown district with the historic district. Few people knew what was under the bridge. I took the unmarked, unpaved service road next to the bridge, curving around underneath.

“Do you have permission to be here?” asked Katrina, looking more horrified than I’d seen her in most situations.

“No one really knows about this place, so there aren’t too many reasons for the cops to go looking for anyone-”

“Which means us being here is probably illegal.” she grinned at me.

I grinned back. “Probably.” I drove under the bridge to a section where it was dark and impossible to be seen from either the water or the bridge. Without my headlights on, it was impossible to see anything.

“If I knew my strict little Morgan liked breaking the rules on occasion, I would have seduced you a long time ago.” said Katrina, giving me a long slow kiss. She touched my breasts, cupping them through my sheer top.

“Wait. I didn’t want to show you the darkness. I wanted to show you the sun.”

“What could be better than being alone in the darkness with you?” Katrina trailed her finger down my neck and kissed the last spot she touched.

“Stop, Katrina. I need to show you something.” I didn’t respond to her kiss.

Katrina sighed in disappointment. “Okay.” We got out of the car with the food and a few old beach towels, and I led her further down to the other side of the bridge where it wasn’t as dark. There was a car-sized hole in an older section of the bridge which hadn’t been repaired, allowing sunlight to break through the darkness like a flashlight. In a small patch of dirt, sunflowers had shot up towards the light, dwarfing the multi-colored neon wildflowers around them. It was a special place for me. I’d go there in my roughest times, and look at the flowers and have hope I could get through anything. The truth was, I had been visiting the wildflowers a lot lately, thinking of Katrina. It was fitting that she see them. “More, it’s beautiful.”

I smiled. “I thought you might like them.”

“How did they get down here?”

“I really don’t know. They die every year, and every year they come back. It’s funny how nature works. A little bit of dirt and sun. The occasional rain. And you’ve got yourself a garden almost anywhere.” I lay down on a beach towel staring at a piece of sky on the other side of the hole. The sky was a dark blue that day, but there was hardly a cloud in the sky.

“You’ve been coming here a long time, haven’t you?” asked Katrina, laying down and looking at the sky like I was.

“Ever since I could drive. I’d come out here and hang if I needed to be alone.”

“This place is something else.” She said, holding her hands up and letting the sun rays play over her skin. “No one comes here?”

“Besides the occasional construction worker or bridge inspector? Nope. Everyone’s too preoccupied with clubs or the malls to even go looking for a place like this.”

“Their loss is our gain.” She looked annoyed suddenly. “You haven’t brought Eva out here, have you?”

“No. Only you.”

“Why? Why show me this all of a sudden?”

I frowned at her. Didn’t she remember what I had told her the night before? “You mean you don’t know?”

Katrina didn’t say anything for several seconds. “You were serious, then. About what you said last night, I mean.”

I looked at her, her full red lips pouting in sadness. How could she doubt me? “I love you. I’m serious about that.”

“Look at that cloud!” she pointed at a large fluffy cloud that was peeking into the hole above us. “What does it look like to you?”

“I dunno. A sheep maybe.” I looked at her harshly. Had she deliberately changed the subject on me?

“I think it looks more like a shaggy dog.”

We continued looking at the clouds for another two hours before I heard my stomach growling. We ate as much Chinese as we could, then packed up all our trash and started walking back to the car. Katrina was behind me, and I was in front. I was embarrassed. I had shown Katrina something I had never shown anyone else, admitted I loved her twice, and she changed the subject on me. “I feel like an idiot. You obviously don’t feel as strongly about me as I do about you. If I made you feel uncomfortable, I’m sorry-” I felt Katrina’s arms embrace me tightly.

“I want to be sure about you and me before I say anything. I don’t want to hurt you.” she whispered kissing my neck. “Okay?”

“Okay.”

I didn’t look at Katrina as I got in the car. “Hey. Don’t be like that.” she said, touching my arm.

“Don’t be like what?” My throat felt tight like it was going to close up on me.

“I’m sorry Morgan, alright? I just don’t know-”

“Katrina. Let me take you home.” I knew my voice was cold, but I just couldn’t shake the ice from it. After all I did to prove that I loved her, she couldn’t say it back? It hurt. I felt betrayed. Katrina knew there was no talking to me when I got like that. It was a long quiet ride back to her apartment.

“Look at me, More.” Katrina told me when I parked. I reluctantly turned my head towards her. Just looking at her hurt. I could see the frustration in her face. “This is all new to me. I’m scared.”

“Hey. This is me. Old Faithful herself. You‘ve got nothing to worry about.” Katrina started to cry, and I held her close while she sobbed on my shoulder. It touched me that she cried for my hurt ego.

“I really made a mess of this, didn’t I? I know you try so hard to be strong, but I hurt you. I hurt you when I was trying not to hurt you!”

“Ssh.” I said, rubbing her back. “It’s okay, Trina. Just stop crying alright? It hurts more to see you cry.”

“I am…so sorry.” she sniffled.

“Don’t be. The truth hurts. You couldn’t help that.”

“Just hold on to me.”

I must have held on to her for five minutes. “Katrina, I should go.”

“What?”

“Yeah. I really should.” It was too hard for me to stay knowing she wasn’t sure about her feelings for me.

She kissed me, but I didn’t kiss her back. “I guess this is goodbye then.”

“Yeah.” Katrina got out of the car and rushed into her apartment. I sat in my car for several minutes, hoping she’d come back out, but she didn’t. Eventually, I just drove home. I wanted to drown myself in a couple of drinks, but I didn’t have any amaretto. Eventually, I just sat down in my living room and stared at nothing in particular, thinking about nothing in particular. Some people call it meditating. Other people call it ‘zoning out’. Whatever it’s proper name, I did it whenever things got too hard to handle. My little coping mechanism since I was a kid. When I came to my senses, it was past eight o’clock at night.

“Shit.” I cursed, rubbing my sore neck. I hadn’t done that in ages, and I had picked the worst possible position, leaning over the edge of armchair. After I got up and got a drink of water, the first person to come to mind was Katrina. Was she okay? Were we at least still friends? I grabbed my cell phone, and started dialing her number, when I heard a knock at the door. “Shit!” I opened the door without thinking. “Hurry up, I’ve gotta take this-” I looked up and saw it was Katrina. “I was just calling you. Are you okay?”

“I was thinking the same about you. I tried calling-”

“I didn’t hear. I was, well, gone.”

“You went out?”

“No. I did that…thing I do sometimes.”

“Oh. I guess I’m to blame for that.” she said, rubbing her arm nervously.

“Do you want to see a movie?” The words were out of my mouth before I could think.

“I’d love to.” Seeing her smile again did something to me. I just stood there, looking at her. “Do you have to get ready?”

“No. I’m fine. Let’s go.” I grabbed a few things, and we were out of there. We took my car again, and for a while, things were quiet. “Let’s not be weird about what happened earlier. I just want us to be okay.”

“More…we are okay.” said Katrina, touching my face.

I took her hand, and managed a smile. “Good.” I drove to the nearest theater which was sandwiched between an Indian restaurant and a Nigerian clothing store. The movie theater only played five movies at a time, and wasn’t very large, but it was packed on weekends. Katrina chose some semi- biographical R-rated flick that was supposed to “uplift and inspire”. At least, that’s what the reviews said. I had no clue what the movie was about, but all of my coworkers had warned me against seeing it. According to them, the plot was cheesy, and the acting was too over the top to be believable. The perfect movie to poke fun at and make-out during.

Me and Katrina bought our tickets, and she surprised me by taking my hand as we walked to our seats. “I still want that kiss you owe me.” she whispered with a grin as we sat down. I felt my cheeks heat up like light bulbs. “Am I making you hot again, More?” she whispered in my ear.

“Maybe.” I grinned, liking her affection. She brought my hand to the edge of her skirt and started sliding my hand underneath. “Bad girl!” I told her, smacking her hand. “Behave until I tell you not to.” I pacified her by holding her hand again. The previews started, and for once, I was surprised. All of the movies to be released in the next few months looked really good. “We’ve got to see that new ‘Alien’ movie when it comes out.” I whispered.

“Definitely.” she told me, massaging my hand. We watched the opening of the movie which seemed to be some kind of military training video, complete with a sergeant and an unseen private.

Great. I thought. Another Antwone Fisher rip-off. But after the camera zoomed in on who was being trained, it was a little boy, probably no more than ten years old. He had to do pushups, pull ups, calisthenics, the whole nine yards, just like real soldiers.

“Get up there you maggot!” barked the sergeant when the boy started to struggle on a pull up.

I couldn’t breathe. I felt my vision blur like I was about to pass out. My grip tightened on Katrina’s hand.

“Morgan?” She asked. I pulled away from her and stumbled out of the room. I found my way to the bathroom, and splashed water in my face. I was trying my best not to ‘zone out’. If I did, nothing and no one could wake me. And there was no telling when I would snap out of it. I leaned against the outer wall of the bathroom stall trying to stay lucid, but I was already feeling that strange calm starting to wash over my body like water. “Morgan?” I heard Katrina’s voice, but it sounded so far away, I wasn’t sure it was really her. I felt her arms around me, but I couldn’t really see her. My senses were muffled, like I was underneath a flannel blanket. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

Just like that, I felt my senses returning. “That little boy. That poor little boy.”

“I thought I was going to lose you for a second.” She stepped back to look at me. “What happened?”

“I was never going to tell you-” I swallowed the rest of my sentence.

“Tell me what?” I looked over Katrina’s shoulder. Several women were staring at us.

“We’ve got an audience.”

“Do you want me to take you home?” she felt my forehead to see if I was coming down with a fever.

“I can’t watch the rest of that movie.” I walked out of the bathroom, and Katrina followed me outside. No one else was around, save for a lone cop car patrolling the area. All the neon signs from restaurants and clubs seemed too bright, suddenly.

“What happened? Something about a little boy?”

I sighed. “Something about a little girl. Something about me.”

“Morgan-”

“I can’t tell you anything else about what happened to me. Please don’t ask me to.”

“Is there anything I can do?”

“No. I should just go home.” I knew my voice had lost a lot of it’s affect. Not letting my mind drift away resulted in me becoming emotionally numb, which could be just as bad as being ‘gone’.

“I’ll drive you.”

“No.”

“Yes.” Katrina held my face in her hands, and gave me her you-aren‘t-running-away-from-me look. “I’m taking care of you whether you like it or not.” I was too emotionally unattached to anything at the moment to care. I spent the entire car ride staring out of the window, but I didn’t really see anything. I didn’t realize we were back at my place until Katrina touched my arm.

“Thank you.” I said rather mechanically, getting out of the car stiffly. I knew I should have been warmer to her, but it was like all my emotions had drained out of me. They simply weren’t there, and I had never been very good at faking them. I rifled through my purse for my house keys, and dropped them once I had them. Katrina picked them up off of the ground, and opened my apartment. I walked inside, and to my surprise, Katrina followed me in. I sat down on a couch. Katrina sat right next to me. “Oh? You’re still here?”

“Of course I’m still here. You really scared me shitless! You know that right?”

“I apologize.” I told her without emotion.

She touched my face, looking me over. “I’m going to respect your wishes on this, and not ask any questions about what happened to you. I don’t want to hurt you any more than I already have today.” Her touch did something to me. It was like I could feel something again. “I’m spending the night. On the couch if sleeping in the same bedroom makes you uncomfortable.” she took her hand away from my face, and I lost my emotions again.

“Sleep wherever you want.” I told her, deciding to get dressed for bed. I was distantly aware that the whole day had been a disaster for our relationship, but couldn’t feel depressed or sad about it. Katrina watched me change, afraid to let me out of her sight. I got into bed, and Katrina got in with me. “You’re staying? Why?” My question sounded more like a statement, but I couldn’t help it.

“I’m scared for you. What if you were…gone again, and there was a fire or something? I wouldn’t be able to sleep knowing something like that could happen to you.” Her eyes were getting misty with tears.

“But you don’t love me.” I said it matter-of-factly, without any hesitation.

Katrina’s face fell, and then she started to cry. I felt a distant regret, but it somehow didn’t feel mine. “Do you want me to go?” She asked in a small, sad voice. I looked away, unsure. If I had known the answer I would have spoken the truth, but the truth was, I didn’t know. I lay down and turned away from Katrina, trying to think of an answer. Katrina didn’t wait for one. She just hugged me close.

The first feeling that came back to me was the pure pleasure of her touch. I savored it in my mind, not knowing if I’d ever feel it again. My next emotion was the raw fear of her finding out my secret. How would she look at me? No longer her strong, steadfast Morgan, but as a victim? I didn’t want to explain what had happened to me. About what I had suffered. She’d never treat me the same. She’d never want to come near me.

I heard a sobbing sound, and it took me a minute to realize it was me. I had a long, wordless cry. Katrina didn’t say anything through it all. She just held me as close as she could. “Thank you.” I managed, when I could speak again.

Katrina kissed me on my neck. “Are you going to be okay now?”

I sniffled. “Probably.”

She rubbed my shoulder comfortingly. “Good.”

I wanted to ask why she wasn’t leaving, but was afraid I’d make her cry again. It hurt to see her cry. “I’m awful. I was so mean to you.”

“Ssh. You were in pain. It’s okay.”

“I never wanted us to be like this. Not on our first day together.”

“In case you haven’t noticed, I’m in your bed, More. No matter how badly the day went, we still ended up together.” She rubbed my sparse hair softly before kissing it. I understood then, without her saying a word. She loved me. She was just afraid of screwing it up. Hell, I couldn’t even tell her about my past, and there she was, holding me like she thought she was going to lose me.

Still, I had to be sure. “What are we, Katrina? We’re not just friends.” I turned to look at her. “Are we?”

“We’re still dating. Exclusively. I did mention that, didn't I?" I couldn't hide my grin at that. I kissed her hand. "Nothing bad that happened today is going to change that.” I felt her hug me tighter, and it was in the comforting embrace of her arms that I started drifting off to sleep.

“Are you sure we’re not dreaming, Katrina?” I asked before I was unconscious.

“If we are, I don’t want to wake up.”