Date: Sat, 9 Jul 2011 18:29:50 -0700
From: xxcriticalacclaimxx@hotmail.com
Subject: Oh Robin 2

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	I slid my hand up to her crotch, and it then dawned on me at how my
sexual desires had driven me to completely disregard what had happened to
Robin the other day. Who was I to initiate sex with a person that was in
mental pain? She needs to talk about what had happened. She needs my
guidance, not some sex-driven fool, I thought to myself.  As a sense of
guilt took over my stimulated mind, I withdrew my hand from her sex.
    She turned to me, centimeters away from my lips. "What are you doing?"
Robin whispered.
    I paused and waited for the right words. I wanted to pick them
carefully. "I feel like we can't do this until we talk about what
happened. We need to sort this out. You aren't okay, and I can see it." I
replied. "You wear your emotions on your sleeve. There's no deceiving me."
    Robin stared at me for a few moments before grabbing my hand and
placing it back onto her sex.
    "I want this." She exhaled deeply as my hand made contact with her. I
kept my hand there, motionless, as I peered into her face. "But aren't yo-"
I started to say before she smothered my sentence with a kiss. This kiss
was long and it eventually turned into a make-out. She opened up her mouth
and allowed her tongue to brush up against mine. Everyone once in a while
she'd bite my lower lip. I could feel my clit throbbing and my vagina
starting to moisten. I yearned to be touched, but tonight I wanted to
please Robin first. I had forgotten about my hand on Robin's delicate sex,
so I put it to use. I gave Robin's small clit a slight stroke. She gasped
into my mouth and pressed her face into mine. "Polly...please." She
whispered passionately as she pressed herself into me. My hand was still on
her sex, and her mouth was still on my lips. "Alright." I growled back into
her mouth. She was extremely wet, so my finger glided into her with
ease. She moaned into my mouth once again, her breasts pushing against
mine. She had removed her mouth from my lips and started sucking on my neck
as she grinded herself into my hand. She panted as I pumped my finger into
her. "One more...one more, Polly.." She said weakly. I inserted a second
finger and gained another lovely little groan from Robin. She cooed
repeatedly as I did the "fish-hook" motion with my fingers, rubbing her
G-spot. As I drove myself into Robin, I admired her beautiful body rubbing
against my own. Her lovely blue eyes were darting around as I worked on
her. She bit her bottom lip as I massaged her G spot. She was absolutely
fucking irresistible. Things were starting to get hazy, the alcohol that I
had consumed was getting the better of me and I was becoming incredibly
tired. Although I was exhausted, I continued to make love to Robin with my
hands for a few more minutes until she broke a moan to tell me that she was
going to come. A few moments later I could feel her walls clamping against
my fingers, her body tensed up, and she kissed me harder than she had the
entire night. She exhaled deeply into my mouth. She had ended up slightly
on top of me by then. I removed my hand from her sex and brought it to her
back. I traced her spine, and lovingly caressed her.
	"I love you, Polly. I love you so much. I wont ever stop loving
you." She whispered. She kissed my collar bone.
    Robin relaxed herself on top of me. Her head was under my chin. I could
feel her inhaling and exhaling on my stomach. She had wrapped her arms
under my torso, and hugged me tight. We laid like that for a few minuted
before I felt Robin's breath evening out, meaning she had fallen asleep. I
gently pushed her off of me so I could put underwear and a t-shirt on. I
carefully got back into bed and cuddled myself up against her. The darkness
started to pull at my senses as I tried to concentrate on Robin's
actions. The amount of alcohol I had consumed was hindering my thought
process, so I gave up, and fell asleep.

	I woke up to Kristin cuddled into my backside and her long arms
around my torso. I looked over to see Robin sprawled out under her
sheets. I laughed to myself as I remembered that we had left Kristin asleep
on the table...no wonder she had come to bed with us.
	"Mornin' sunshine." Said Kristin as she brought her hand to her
forehead. "I'm h-u-n-g-o-v-e-r."
	I laughed, again, before I asked her, "Why'd you spell out
hungover?"
	"I felt like it." She responded, with extreme sass in her tone.
	"I always, not sometimes, but absolutely always wonder what goes on
in your brain. Grab an Advil from Robin's bathroom you crazy."

	From what you've probably already gathered, Kristin has definitely
got a personality of her own. She's the kind of girl that will throw a
punch if you've found yourself in a fight with some bad people. She's
always had my back.
	She's been my friend since the fifth grade. We gravitated towards
each other in middle school because we were both going through awkward
transitioning stages during that period of our life...puberty does strange
things to people. I had a weird looking bob cut and I didn't know how to
dress. I was also incredibly skinny and petite...more so than the average
fifth grader. Kristin, on the other hand, was much taller than everyone
else. She also wore headgear and her ears were too big for her head, which
people generally thought was amusing. People made fun of us constantly, but
we had each other which made it better for the both of us. We eventually
grew out of that awkward pre-teen phase, Kristin lost her headgear and over
time the size of her ears began to match her head. I grew out my hair and
stopped wearing overalls and Minny Mouse shirts. And eventually people
started to appreciate Kristin's tallness and my smallness. I considered
Kristin my closest friend, aside from Robin.

	As Kristin tinkered around in the bathroom I slid myself up against
Robin. I wrapped my arms around her waist, bringing her close to my body.
	"Hey." I said as I smiled into the back of her head, nuzzling my
nose into her hair.
	I didn't get a response.
	"Hey, hey. Robin."
	No response, although I knew she was awake.
	"Want me to make you some tea?" I asked as I squeezed her.
	"Can't you tell that I want to sleep?" Robin hissed.
	The tone in her voice strung a cord of pain in my heart, so I let
go of her. This was unlike her. Robin was usually jovial, passionate, full
of energy, not this cold hearted person she'd transformed into. Robin and I
had been together for almost a year, and within that year we generally
never had any big arguments. When we disagreed, we usually came to some
kind of mutual agreement which resolved whatever quarrel we were in, but
nothing like this. This whole cold-shoulder thing was new. She was normally
always by my side, smiling, holding my hand, cuddling me in the mornings. I
frowned as I got out of her bed. I bashfully and embarrassedly covered my
naked torso as I looked through my bag for clothes. I could feel Robin's
eyes on my back as I slipped on my t-shirt.
	"Why did you cover yourself?"
	"I'm embarrassed."
	"Why the fuck would you be embarrassed?"
	"Why are you being so harsh?"
	"Answer my question."
	"The way you're treating me right now. You're belittling me. I feel
silly exposing myself to you when you're like this."
	"I'm sorry."
	"It doesn't sound like it." I hesitated for a while, then continued
talking. "We need to fix this. I know you're upset about your mom, but you
can't take it out on me. I'm here to love you, I'm not your punching bag."
	"You're being way too sensitive."
	"Really, Robin?"
	She looked away. Kristin came back into the room, I could tell that
she sensed some tension, so she gave me a nod and headed out the door. I
sat on the end of the bed.
	"We're resolving this right now because this hurts. What is it that
you're not telling me?"
	Robin didn't answer for a while, and then finally, "Give me space."
	"What?"
	"Space. Give me it."
	I paused, searching for the right words. "I'm so confused, where is
this coming from? You were okay the other day..."
	"And now I'm not."
	"Robin, Love, I know that coming out to your parents can be har-"
	"I don't really want to talk right now."
	I sat there, absolutely stunned. She could probably see the hurt
that I was feeling in my heart on my face, and for a second I could see the
hurt she felt for making me feel pain, and thats when Robin softened her
voice and said, "I'm not meaning to hurt you..." She was being honest, but
I didn't really care, I wouldn't ever treat her like that.
	"What does `space' mean?" My heart started to pound violently in my
chest. A creeping chill started from the pit of my stomach and worked its
way up to my brow. I could feel my face flush, and the tears were forming
behind my eyelids. I tried hard to not give myself away.
	Robin sat up in bed with the sheets around her, covering her
breasts. She hung her head a little...looking away from me.
	"Space means...I just need to think for a while. By myself. I left
out a part about the night my mom confronted me." She sighed. "I didn't
want to scare you even more than I already had, Polly. She essentially told
me that I was sick and that I had disgraced her." Tears were welling in her
eyes as she spoke the last sentence. It pained me. "And I hate that."
	"She just doesn't understand!" I yelled frantically.
	"It hurts me so much to know that she's disgusted by me...you have
no idea." Robin said as tears streamed down her face.
	"I love you. I'm in love with you. You're in love with me. We've
been at this for almost a year now, and what are you doing right now?
Giving up?" I let the tears stream down my cheeks.
	"Her approval means so much to me, Polly." Said Robin in the
absolute saddest tone imaginable.
	"Does her approval mean more to you than my love?" I shouted. After
realizing what I had said I tried to undo it, I can't be giving ultimatums
like that. "You don't need to answer that. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm going
to understand now. You're telling me that she means the world to you. I get
that. I'm sorry..." I stammered as I watched the tears cascade down her
pretty face.
	"This is something that's going to be so, so incredibly hard for me
to deal with."
	"I can help you through it if you put down this stupid wall. How do
you think this makes me feel?"
	"You don't understand"
	"Yes I do.
	"No. You don't. I want space."
	I sat there, speechless. I somberly laughed out loud at the
realization of how things change quickly. A few days ago I knew a Robin
that was as happy and care-free a person could be. I knew a Robin that
couldn't stand being separated from me. But I knew that she was hurting,
and I knew that I needed to give her what she was asking for.
	I brought myself up to her and wiped her tears with my hand. I
kissed her on the cheek. It tasted of salt from her tears. I grabbed her
hand.
	"Just remember that I haven't done anything to you. There's no
reason to push me away. You can't let your mother dictate how you feel
about the people you love. Pushing me away isn't going to make the feelings
you have for me vanish...if that's what you're going to try to
accomplish. You're just going to feel more miserable. Don't you understand
that?" I looked into her eyes as I spoke. I was pleading with her, and it
wasn't getting me anywhere. We sat in silence for a while until I got up
and started packing my bag. "No? Nothing?" I questioned. She looked
miserable. I slung the bag over my shoulder, and as much as it pained me, I
headed for the door.
	I stepped outside and was surprised to see Kristin leaning against
the wall.
	"I was eavesdropping." She blushed. "What the fuck is wrong with
her?"
	My heart throbbed in pain. I'm glad she had heard everything
because I didn't want to have to explain it to her later.
	"Fuck." Is all I said. I didn't want to talk. Kristin knew me well
enough to not pry.
	"Hey, I love you. I'll be here when you need to talk."
	I nodded. I bit my lip to stop myself from crying...as if that
technique worked.
	"Ill see you later" I said as I ran down the staircase, sliding my
hand down the banister for support. I cut through the lawn and sprinted to
my car. Things feel better when I'm running. I threw my duffel bag into the
back seats and started the engine. I looked back and saw Robin watching
through her window. I wish I hadn't.
	"Just give her a day...giver her a day and she'll realize that
she's wrong..." I thought to myself.

	We had a three day weekend off from school. I dosed up on my
anxiety medication (which I normally never take) because the situation was
driving me mad. Any time my phone vibrated I'd frantically reach out for it
in hopes that it was Robin. But no, it would be a text from Abby "Hey,
tomorrow night, me and you, movie at my house?" or a text from Naomi "Heard
about what happened. I've got some booze if you'd like to drink the pain
away ;)" And so on. I received too many text messages from people I didn't
want to hear from during those three days. I didn't respond to a single
one. Any time I had a message on facebook I'd panic internally praying it
was her. My heart ached. Everything ached. I had a fucking
headache. Kristin called back to back a few times over the course of
Saturday, and then Sunday, but I didn't pick up. I was shutting everyone
out, which was incredibly unhealthy and probably not what I needed, but I
just didn't want to talk about it. My Saturday consisted of showering,
sleeping, crying, sleeping some more, a sappy movie, consuming half a tub
of chocolate chip ice cream, a little bit of homework, knocking myself out
with sleeping medication, and so on. Sunday wasn't any better. Mom sensed
something was up on Sunday afternoon.
	I heard a knock on my door. I had my sheets over my face.
	"Come in." I groaned.
	I didn't care to look at who had come into my room.
	"It's two o'clock." My mom said.
	"Is it?"
	"You've been acting weird lately, what's been going on?"
	"Robin."
	"That's what I thought. Want to tell me what happened?"
	"Her mom found out. She freaked. Robin freaked. I freaked. We're
all freaking."
	"Details, Polly."
	I felt her put her hand on my back. I got intensely sad again, and
I started to cry.
	My mom shhh'd me. I felt her getting situated in the bed with
me. She cradled me as I cried. Gosh, I love my mom so much.
	"Robin told me that she needed some time to think." I sobbed. "She
was being so harsh, so unlike herself, Mom, it was so weird. I've never,
ever, ever, ever! seen her like that before." I boo-hoo'ed a while longer
before I continued. "And then she told me that her mom told her that she
was disgusted with her, and that her mother's acceptance is so
important..and blah blah I don't even know."
	"I've gotten pretty close to Robin this past year. I've watched you
two interact, and I can tell how much she loves you. Don't take it to
heart, Love. But Polly, do you remember how hard it was for you to come out
to the family? Remember that?" She nudged.
	I nodded.
	"She's just going through a tough time. Just let her think for a
while. Don't close yourself up. Don't keep yourself locked in this room,
it's not healthy for you. She is going to come around...has she tried
talking to you?" She gave me a squeeze.
	"No. Not at all. Haven't heard from her since Friday morning."
	"Give her some more time. She's probably distraught. She's hurting
just as much as you are."
	"But I just don't get why she wouldn't want to go through this with
me...I support her..."
	"She deals with things differently than you. I love you, I'm here
to talk if you need anything."
	And with that, she got up, pulled the covers back, kissed my
forehead, rolled up the shades, opened the window, and walked out of my
room.
	My mom knew how to make me feel better. She gave me the little bit
of energy I needed to get myself into the shower. After showering, I
cleaned my room. I finished all of my homework. I organized my closet. I
washed my sheets. I did everything I could to keep my mind off of Robin. I
shut down my computer and gave my phone to my brother, telling him to keep
it until nine o'clock. He raised a brow and questioned me, "Just `cause."
And I left it at that. I played the guitar for a while until I caught
myself starting to play songs that reminded me of Robin. I set the guitar
down and contemplated what to do next, which was incredibly hard because I
felt like I didn't have many options. Mid brain-storm I was interrupted by
the ring of the doorbell. My heart skipped.
	I heard my brother run down the stairs. I heard the door squeak.
	"Hey Drew, is Polly home?" I heard Kristin ask.
	"POLLY!" I heard him yell.
	I walked to the door and saw Kristin, she looked huffy and heated.
	"I've been calling you, I've been texting you, I've been messaging
you on facebook, I even skyped you, and you haven't had the decency to
respond! What the fuck have you been doing?" She ranted.
	"Woah woah woah! I've locked myself in my room. Don't take it
personally, I just haven't felt like talking to anyone. Calm yourself!"
	She hugged me tightly, picked me up, and span me around.
	"Have you talked to Robin?"
	"Not since Friday."
	"Have you talked to Robin?"
	"I texted her this morning. Asked her if she was doing alright. I
told her that she should probably talk to you, too."
	"What did she say?"
	Kristin pulled out her phone to show me Robin's response.
	"fucking shit."
	"So descriptive." My heart throbbed.
	"Oh yeah. Ohhhhh yeah. Ohhhhhhhh yeah." She said, in agreeance.
	"I've been trying my hardest not to think about it."
	"Well, I don't understand why you're not letting me help
you. You're just doing the same thing she's doing to you...but to me. You
see?" She said with a smile.
	I guess she's right, I thought. "I guess you're right. Thanks for
coming over. I need you."
	She grinned with all of her teeth. We hung out the rest of that
night. We watched a movie, I kicked her ass in chess, we went surfing on
chatroulette. Its frightening how many penises are on that website. We hung
out with my mom for a bit before we headed to bed. I grabbed my phone from
my brother, but decided not to turn it on.
	I changed into my sweats while Kristin was downstairs. I laid out a
pair of sweats/t-shirt for her to sleep in. She came upstairs holding two
bottles of beer.
	"Where'd you get those, eh?"
	"My car.
	I laughed.
	I can't sleep unless I have some alcohol in my system. Is that
unhealthy?"
	"Probably, but whatever."
	She cracked her beer open, and handed me mine. I threw her her
sleeping clothes. I sat on my bed. I watched her undress.
	Kristin was a beautiful girl. She stood at around 5'11. She had
amazing posture. She sported these large bright green eyes and a cute
nose. hundreds of freckles dotted her cheeks. Her eyebrows were slanted in
a way that made her look intense, a kind of Megan Fox way, which
intimidated people. She had sandy brown hair which cascaded down her
back. Her eyebrows were darker than her hair, which I always admired. She
kept herself in shape, hitting the gym five times a week. She was
toned. She was a beauty.
	Her sexuality was a mystery to her close friends. She'd frequently
comment on attractive girls, if she'd spot one she liked she'd throw out
something like "Yeah, I'd hit it." or something along the lines of, "That
girl is HAWT."  I never took it seriously since she was such a
jokester. Boys went gaga over her but she never really reciprocated. Last
time she expressed a slight interest in men was freshman year when she
dated a boy named Alexander for a whopping four days. It ended because he
tried to kiss her cheek after school one day, and when I asked about it she
explained that she "wasn't into it." So she ended it. I frequently question
why she doesn't have a boyfriend, and the answer is always the same. "I'm
too busy." She doesn't do anything but hang out with me, go to the gym, and
drink alcohol. I accept it, though, for what it is.
	Kristin unbuttoned her button-up and slid it off her body. She was
wearing a green lacy bra. I watched her unbutton her shorts, which followed
suit with her button-up, which ended up on the floor. She was wearing
underwear that read "fuck you" on the front. "She's so weird." I thought to
myself. She looked amazing in her drawers. I guess I had been staring a
little too long because Kristin eventually caught me and said, "Whatcha
looking at?" I blushed and kind of played it off, "Your underwear is
flattering."
	"It's a statement. Fuck you."  She glided her pajamas on and
scooted into bed with me. She wrapped her great arms around my body and
held me tight. It was normal for us to cuddle. We did it every time we
slept together. It was something that occurred naturally without any
hesitation. Minutes passed.
	"Love you Polly." She whispered.
	"Love you too, Kristin."
	"Everything is going to be fine. And if it isn't..." She paused.
	"If it isnt?"
	"Well, I'm here."
	I smiled into the darkness and nodded my head to reassure her that
I had heard. `if it isn't, i'm here. I pondered what that meant for a
while, but then concluded she was just being her loving self.
	It took me a while to fall asleep because Robin was on my
mind. This was the first time in our entire relationship that she had
intentionally distanced herself from me. Because we went to school and had
classes together, I saw her on the regular and we hung out every day when
possible. She's going to talk to you soon. Don't worry. I thought as I
started to drift to sleep. Kristin's warmth was comforting. Thoughts of
Robin started to dissipate. I fell asleep.