Date: Wed, 5 Dec 2007 18:45:59 -0800 (PST)
From: Lex <builder618@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dazed/Dazed 14

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*****Now you're gone/And I'm still crying/Shocked, broken/I'm dying
inside/Where are you?/I need you/Don't leave me here on my own**********

	"SHIT NO!" I thought to myself...Another dream about
Chase...another baaaad dream about Chase...I lay there gasping, trying not
to disturb 'Dria, as I saw what I thought happened the day my life turned
upside down.  Sleep was a hard commodity to come by lately and I just
missed my twin so much it was an ache that never went away.  I heard the
rustle of the sheets as 'Dria moved and snuggled closer.  Sighing silently,
I willed myself to calm down and sleep for once instead of spending the
rest of the night pacing or thinking...

			**************************************

<VVVVVVVVIIIIIIBBBBBRRRRRRAAAATTTTTTEEEEEEE>

	"ARGH!"  Pulling my lips from those juicy and inviting lips of
'Dria's with irritation, I fumbled for my phone and rolled off her.

	"Someone better be dead or about to die" I growled, listening to
the voice on the other end.

	"Lex?"

	"Yeah?" still not knowing who this was.

	"Hey, ummm...it's Nilandy.  I uh need to tell you something."

	"What?"

	As I heard her soft, rich voice, blurring v's into b's, I couldn't
exactly comprehend what this lovely Puerto Rican was saying at first.
Afterwards, it felt as though my heart was being ripped out of my chest all
over again.  It couldn't be true.  'Dria was still lying in the middle of
my bed, her kiss bruised lips pursed in irritation, one leg cocked.  It was
all I could do to not throw my phone across the room and ignore what
Nilandy was saying.  But somehow, the very thought that what she was saying
had even the slightest grain of truth kept me enthralled and my ear chained
to my cell.

	Hanging up with a dazed look on my face, I looked at the creature
in my bed and wanted everything I'd just heard to be lies, but I knew
Nilandy COULDN'T lie, at least to me of all people.  So for the second time
in about a month, my heart was ripped out of my chest as I asked 'Dria if
what Nilandy had said was true and she said yes, I did mean nothing to her.
Closing my eyes against the tears that threatened to overflow, I got her
out of my house, ignoring what she was saying, locked the door and
collapsed on my bed that was still warm from 'Dria and willed my heart not
to hurt.

	Later that night...

*********Here I am, once again/I'm torn into pieces/Can't deny it, can't
pretend/Just thought you were the one/Broken up, deep inside/But you won't
get to see the tears I cry/Behind these hazel eyes*****************

	From the looks of it, Lex had crawled back into the tequila bottle
she had oh so recently vacated.  At least this time she was inside a good
bottle...Patron Arandas judging from the two empty bottles I found on the
table when I first walked in.  Following the voice of Kelly Clarkson
belting out "Behind these Hazel Eyes" (and Lex's eyes held so many things,
it was hard to fathom what went on behind those glowing green pools) at
full volume, I made it to Lex's bedroom without becoming totally deaf.
Peering through the half open door, I saw her usual clutter of sports
paraphernalia and books, and then I saw her.  She was holding that bottle
of Patron like it was a precious gift, and the case and a half of Corona
and a couple bottles of Patron next to her bed indicated she had plans for
the night.  BIG plans.

	"Lex....come on, don't crawl into that bottle over her.....I know
your heart hurts, but its not worth it, you know better than that."

	"Go away Nilandy," I said tiredly.  "Its not like you care WHAT I
do, you just want a piece of me, and I think you'd prefer me buzzed over
sober."

	"Well......yeah I do want a piece of you, but I do care.  And I'm
sorry it was me that had to tell you, but I couldn't let you care more.
Especially when I knew you and Sean had called it quits, even if it was
Sean that told you she wasn't the one for you.  I didn't want your heart to
break even more if you got deeper into something with 'Dria, but I see that
your heart is in pieces."

	I looked at Nilandy, from her full lips and shining black hair to
everything else in between, and yeah, she has a HOT body and is beautiful
in her own right, but there just wasn't anything there besides a friend
thing.  I was about to answer when she swooped down and captured my lips
with hers.  While I didn't swoon, just the feeling of her soft, full lips
on mine and her arms wrapping tight around me felt good...SOOOOO good.  I
needed to be held, as much as I didn't like to admit I wasn't as tough as I
thought I was.  Her tongue almost hitting my non-existent tonsils snapped
me out of it, and I broke away.

	"No.  I like you, but not that way, I'm sorry if I let you think
something that's not there," I said, thinking back to those games of tackle
football and her tackle/kiss tactic that would so throw me off guard, my
twin and the rest of my posse would have to rescue me.  Now there'd be no
more rescues.

	"I see....well, I think I should go, just don't drink yourself into
a coma Lex, theres a lot of people besides your twin that love you...even
if she's not here."

	With that, Nilandy left, I swear I saw tears but I just couldn't
make her feel better by lying to her.  Ok, so I got so fucked up even I was
surprised at myself.  But anyway a few more verbal reprimands and lots of
empty bottles later, I got my situational alcoholism under control.

	Control.  That was something I usually have a lot of, but recently
hadn't exercised.  At least that was the lecture I got from my softball
coach and to drive it home, she benched my big ass for three games.  And
let me tell you, THAT was torture, not to mention the looks and stares I
garnered at every corner from my teammates.  Before the start of the fourth
game, my coach told me to get the hang dog expression off my face and get
my fat ass on the field, ready to pitch.

	We won the game, but it wasn't an easy win.  It was my fault, I'd
look for Chase or Bri to set up a play and then realize they weren't there,
so that threw me off as did the twin/friends/what did I do to mean nothing
to 'Dria? cycle that kept running around in my head.

	Lex was coming out of the locker room with her head up and her eyes
hiding but at the same time hinting at so many things.  Even tired she
looked sexy in a partly unbuttoned white button down and jeans that totally
showcased her very delectable and abundant assets.

	"Yo Lexy...."

	Startled, I looked up, and up, and up...(she was almost a foot
taller than me, about 6'3 and had the legs to go with it).  It was Devon
from my Shakespeare class.  She was lookin' good, with her wavy brown hair
pulled back in a bun-thing, pink polo, and jeans.  Realizing I was staring,
I stammered "H-h-h-h-hey Dev, what can I do for you?" and cursed myself for
a total spaz.

	"Wanna grab a beer or two?"

	"Ummmm, sure...Chubby's or?" I asked, curious now.  Devon wasn't
someone I hung with outside of class, but she was sweet and funny, and HOT,
so hey...(Nah just kidding, not THAT shallow, but she was hot...).

	We hopped in the Hulk and were off.  We reached Chubby's and for
once it wasn't standing room only, so we managed to snag a booth in the
back where we'd have a modicum of privacy.  After taking a few pulls on my
Corona, I looked at her quizzically.

	"Oh, right...well, I wanted to know if you'd be willing to help me
out with the lit paper and do a skit with me for Shakespeare for the final
and I wanted see how you were doing and all...I miss the way you used to
laugh and smile so easily before Chase, but well...uhh...oh I didn't...ummm
yeah.

	She actually blushed!  It was so cute I had to save her.  I agreed
to whatever she picked and conversation moved onto safer topics like
baseball, football, school, etc.  But I kept returning to that smile/laugh
comment.  Dev likes my smile...hhhmmmm...then immediately ditched that
thought, nah definitely wasn't on the same team as me.

	Argh, I really hope Lex wasn't insulted, good going D why don't you
kick her in the stomach or something to go along with bringing up her twin.
Fortunately for me, Lex just smiled that fabulous smile of hers, her
sensual mouth curving into a smile that always was so contagious I couldn't
help myself and just had to add one of my own.  We finished our beers and I
made her promise to come over to my dorm later so we could practice the
skit.  I hope she wouldn't be too upset when she found out what the Prof
had assigned us...the balcony scene from Romeo and Juliet, complete with a
kiss.

	For some unknown reason, I was actually nervous as I went to knock
on Devon's door.  "Geez, chill, she's not into you like that...she's not
even like that" I told myself.  Then Dev answered the door, totally
oblivious to my internal dispute, in nothing more than a set of Gap sweats
and a wife beater that did nothing to hid her very nice (and bountiful)
tits (had to be at least a D, I couldn't help noticing) or rounded ass that
just screamed "grab me!"  It was going to be a LONG night, I could tell
already...

	So anyway, we'd knocked down the lit paper (of course I couldn't
help noticing how cute Dev was) and were about start on the skit and that's
when Devon started to blush again.  I looked at her quizzically and she
just pointed to the sheaf of papers on the table.  I looked at the packet
of papers and looked back at Devon quizzically.  It was the balcony scene
from Romeo and Juliet, with a few additions.

	"You want to stage a balcony scene, exactly how it's supposed to be
played out, with a few modifications?"

	"Yes," she squeaked.  "Prof thought it'd be a good idea, like a
modern version of the scene."

	"With me?"

	She nodded an affirmative.  Before I could ask why, she blurted out
"because I think you're the only one who could do it justice and also who
wouldn't think that a kiss means you automatically get in my pants."

	I thought about this for a second.  Eh, what the hell, couldn't be
that bad.  I snagged a copy of the script and began....."but soft! what
light through yonder window breaks--it is the east and Juliet is the
sun!.............." in full thespian overkill mode.

	Dev looked at me, the apples of her cheeks slightly pink and
smiled.

	So we did a quick run through and it went pretty good.  Until we
got to the kiss towards the end.  Then we both got shy.  After about a few
minutes of silence, I repeated "Thus from my lips, by thine my sin is
purg'd" leaned in and ever so gently pressed my lips to Devon's, very
softly.  I felt her hands move to my cheeks to hold me there.  I went to
withdraw and she pressed forward, gently biting my lower lip, before going
back for more.

	Dev was good.  Very good.  But then we both kinda separated, going
suddenly shy.  Mumbling it was late and I had to get home, I grabbed my
stuff and bounced.  Only just hearing her whispered good-bye as I mentally
asked myself what the hell I just did.

	Three and a half weeks passed after the first run through at Dev's.
Our "director" a.k.a. our esteemed Professor Nuns, worked us like dogs.
Our dictator had a few surprises up her sleeves, like building a realistic
balcony and trellis strong enough for me to climb up to get to my Juliet.
That was no small feat, considering of course, the phenomenally small
budget the college provided.  But of course, desperation breeds inspiration
and since I'm pretty good with tools, I had a set roughed out in short
order.  With that done, Nuns turned her gimlet eye on me and Dev.  We were
the only part of the show she hadn't seen rehearse, so it was our turn on
the block.

	Taking it from the top, da Nuns wanted to just see us and not, as
she put it, our interaction with the "set" if you could call a cobbled
together balcony and trellis a set.

	"Give me Va-va-voom.  Give me HOT.  Come on Lex, get that big ass
of yours in gear, I know you like to kiss.  Seen you in the hallway plenty
of times....hahahaha."

	I swear, if da Nuns didn't have a mean bone in her body, I could've
punched her.  She'd made us run thru the entire thing five times and each
time she heckled us to put more into the kiss then a halfhearted peck.
Before Dev and I could start again, Dev walked off to the side of the
stage.  I went to follow her and saw Gen lean down and kiss her.  Kiss
her?! Kiss her?! Gen?  Who the hell was she to!?  GRRRRR!!!!!!

	Royally pissed, I joined Dev at our marks and launched into my
lines, stepping closer and closer to Dev until I was nose to nose.  As I
repeated "Thus from my lips, by thine my sin is purg'd" for the sixth time,
I kissed Dev.  Possessively.  Passionately.

	It was HOT.  I'd never been kissed like that before, by anyone.
Lex's kiss was soft but hard and demanding at the same time, sweet but
passionate and branding, while hinting that this was just a small taste of
what she could make me feel.  And it scared me.  I pulled back, scared,
fear evident in my eyes, while Lex's had turned a smoky green before she
used her iron control to shutter what she felt.

	Nuns cleared her throat, her black beret cocked to one side, eyes
sparkling, and just looked at us.  "Wonderful, Wonderful!  Lex, fabulous
job, I knew you had it in you, you're such a beast when you want to be!
And Devon!  Oh you're the picture of innocence with that wide-eyed innocent
look.  Its just wonderful!"

	Our esteemed dictator continued to gush on about the kiss, props,
costuming.  I had to get out and put distance between what I just did and
my feelings.  I'd kissed her like I'd kiss Sean.  It was crazy.  What the
hell did I just do?  She wasn't mine to brand or possess.  Geeze, she
trusted me to NOT act like a guy and what'd I go and do, acted like a dude
marking his territory.

	I hit my punching bag hard, putting all my frustration about
everything into my punches.  The muted thump thump of my hands impacting on
my bag was soothing, almost therapeutic.  Hearing a knock at the door, I
went to answer.  It was Dev.  Argh....

	Lex opened the door in nothing but a tight white tee and sweats.
Her eyes sparkled with so many leashed emotions they were a bright, clear
green.  Looking into them, I took a step forward, gathered her in my arms,
and laid one on her; needing and wanting to feel what she had brought out
in me earlier.

	Pressing my hands against the small of her back, I brushed my lips
against hers, feeling how soft and full Lex's lips were, before easing my
tongue in her mouth.  I felt her shiver when I stroked the roof of her
mouth and pulled back, sucking her bottom lip before lightly biting it.
Taking my lips from hers, I looked into her eyes, and saw shock.  A smile
lingering around my lips, I cocked my head in curiosity and was taken by
surprise when Lex dove back in, kissing me full force, her hands on the
side of my face holding me to her, her lips going hard then soft, clinging
sweetly to mine in dance so old no one remembered who started it.  It
wasn't until I felt myself against a wall and her lips sucking and biting
my neck that I finally snapped out of it.

	Lex must have felt me tense because she backed off (WHY??) and had
a shocked look in those beautiful green eyes of hers.  Mumbling excuses,
Lex started to turn back into the doorway.  It was a split second decision,
I needed more of her.  I needed Lex.  Grabbing her hand, I pulled her back
to me, wrapping my arms around her so she couldn't escape.  Gently bringing
my lips to hers, I kissed her, slow and sweet and heard a soft moan rise
out of her.  Losing myself in the kiss, I felt her relax and sink into my
arms.

	As always, all good things must come to an end unfortunately.  We
separated.  Gasping slightly, Lex's eyes were wide and confused.  I think
mine mirrored hers.  I was surprised at myself too.  Leaning my forehead
against hers, I waited, sensing she was about to say something.

	"W-w-what was that?  Practice?"

	"I needed to feel what you gave me an all too short taste of again.
Where the hell did you learn to kiss like that?  I liked it.  I like you.
A lot."

	Lex looked at me in disbelief.

	"I'm serious."

	Lex looked at me, uncertainty in her eyes...and pain?  Oh shit,
what did I do?  Muttering an excuse, I raced to my 'stang and floored it,
figuring I'd done enough damage.

	I couldn't believe it.  She liked me?  Holy shit was I an ass or
what?  Argh, this was going to be fun.  As usual, I fucked things up once
again.  Letting out a frustrated sigh, I walked wearily back inside, and
attacked my heavy bag in earnest, needing the feeling of leather beneath my
fists in order to pound out my confusion.

	Prof. Nuns worked us like dogs for the next week and a half.  We
ate, slept, drank, and screwed Shakespeare.  We became Shakespeare, we had
to in order to survive.  It was like we were in an Elizabethan boot camp,
except we rocked Tims and jeans instead of hose and codpieces.  While
things weren't totally weird between me and Dev, they certainly weren't
totally kosher.  The easy banter and relaxed atmosphere between us became
tense and tight enough to cut.  Even da Nuns noticed as she cracked her
verbal whip high overhead.  Of course, that meant me and Dev put in double
time since she wanted perfection, not tension on stage.

	I could tell Nuns wasn't happy with our kiss either.  Her mouth was
a line of disapproval each time we flubbed it.  Her phrase "NO PECKS!"
echoed in my ears, but being the stubborn twin I am, I doggedly drove on,
just wanting this whole thing to be over, so I could wallow and camp out in
a bottle.

	It was finally show time.  The set came out great.  Its amazing
what a little imagination and virtually no money can accomplish.  The
opening of "You Our Quoting Shakespeare" went by without mishap.  As did
scenes from Taming of the Shrew, Hamlet, A Midsummer's Nights Dream,
Measure for Measure, and Much Ado About Nothing.  Finally, it was our turn.

	Peeking at Lex as she began, (looking oh so yummy in a beater, open
button down, jeans and Tims, with a fitted Yankees hat and a few other
things obscuring the fact she was a girl, although that ass of hers was
something we just couldn't flatten) "But soft! What light through yonder
window breaks?  It is the east and Juliet is the sun."  Although, in
keeping with our benevolent dictator's "modern" approach, she really said,
"Hold up, what's that in the window?  It is the east, and Juliet's fine ass
is the sun."

	I was winding down my speech as I climbed up the trellis to the
balcony to capture Dev's lips once again for the final time.  I had to make
it look real, so I made myself forget the tension between us.  Spouting
"thus from my lips, by thine my sin is purg'd," with one hand holding me to
the balcony railing, my other gently ran down the side of Dev's face and
pulling her to me, brought my lips to hers...

	I thought I'd moan from the way Lex's full mouth felt on mine.  My
head swam as she kissed me thoroughly, not letting me pull away, even as
the stage went dark, and there was that three second pause that let you
know the audience was just as caught up in the material as the actors, then
thunderous applause.  Finally, she relinquished my lips with a roguish
smile and began to make her way down.  Damn it!  She could tell just how
she affected me.  We needed to talk; otherwise, one of us would regret
something eventually.

	Da Nuns caught us both at the same time.

	"Oh my word!  That was-was just FABULOUS!  Lex you va-va-voomed
your way to the top and stayed there!  Dev!  Your wide open stare in the
beginning of the kiss was perfect!  Simply perfect!"

	As our benevolent dictator gushed, Dev and I made our excuses and
left.  To talk.  We moseyed to the Hulk in tense but companionable silence,
but she stopped me from putting it into gear and just looked at me.

	"Lex, I...I...will you go out with me?"  I blurted out and
immediately clasped my hands over my mouth.  Not again.  I didn't just
blurt out exactly what I wanted again.  She looked at me, shock in her
green eyes.

	Recovering, I hastily answered, "yes."  Then cleared my throat and
with certainty said, "yes, Dev."

	She kissed me.  Hard.  Wrapping her hands around my neck, Dev made
her way over the console and into my lap.  Too surprised to fight her off,
I let her settle into me, she seemed to melt as I ran my hands up and down
my back.

	"I need you....need to have you......you've been teasing the hell
out of me for months.  You dance with me like you're gonna fuck me right on
the dance floor.  You look at me as if you want to devour me.  I want
you..."  Dev whispered in my ear, turning my thoughts to those nights when
we'd go out with a bunch of people, yet I always ended up with her, that
drunken kiss we'd shared after Shakespeare practice one night, how she used
to end up at my place for dinner or how we'd end up cuddling on the couch
before things got weird.

	Claiming her lips, I wrestled with her tongue until she ran hers
across the roof of my mouth, making me shiver.  Her hands stroked down my
sides as her lips found my neck and dropped hot, dry kisses all over,
nipping at the skin.

	Bringing my hands up to Lex's chest, I found out just how
well-endowed she is, as her boobs filled my hands to over flowing.  They
felt good, firm, round, with nipples already excited and begging to be
sucked.  Bringing her shirt up, I freed them from their tight confines, and
went to town.  Sucking, licking, rolling, pinching them with my teeth, she
moaned, long and breathy.  Playing with her chest, I started to undo her
jeans, my fingers gliding over her boyshorts and up and down her slit, just
light enough to tease.  Easing my fingers into her tight hole, I surprised
her, if the groan she gave was any indication, and started to fuck her
hard.  I needed to possess her, which surprised the hell out of me, but the
feeling of her around my fingers and on my tongue drove me wild.  Speeding
up, I kissed her neck, feeling the muscles contract around her throat.  I
could tell she was close, her eyes went wide, her slick walls started to
contract and her hips were arching into my fingers when......
DEEEEEVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVV.....ooooooooohhhhhhhhhh FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and she
really tightened around my fingers.  Hehe, now that was something I could
get used to.

To be continued....