Cold Comfort
Karen
observed this strange action for a minute or two, including it in her
regular habit of watching Cherie sleep.Then
it came back to her. Last night, as they poured over their assignments
for the lead up to the approaching senior school exams, Cherie had
remarked that her throat was sore. A
worried Karen enquired if she might have the onset of a cold. "No
way," said Cherie. "I haven't had
a cold in four years and I'm not going to start now." Karen
snuggled in close to the other girl and listened to her breathing. It
definitely sounded like her nasal passages were constricted. "Could
be something in this," Karen thought. The
bedside clock told her it was 8.30. Reluctant as she was to leave
Cherie's warmth, she was feeling hungry and some toast would be delightful. She arose
from the bed, wearing only the T-shirt she often slept in. Pulling
the covers firmly over Cherie to make sure her beloved stayed warm, she put on one of the two identical dressing gowns that hung
together in the wardrobe, the presence of which, symbolised the two
girls as a couple. Closing
the bedroom door softly behind her, Karen began the morning. After
some toast and orange juice, Karen sat and reflected some more. Last
week, she and Cherie had walked to the Kissing Cave in the bushland
overlooking their hometown of Bright in rural Victoria. They had named
it as such when they would regularly go there to seek the privacy
required to expand the physical side of their blossoming relationship.
Last
week had been the first time for two years that they had returned there
and this step back in time prompted Karen to ask Cherie if they might
not consider "coming out" with their otherwise covert
relationship. Karen,
however, could not help worrying and had to admit to herself that she
would be very glad when high school finished and they were both
accepted for the University of Melbourne. There, it was certain that
there would be other same-sex cliques they could blend in with and no
one would bat an eyelid. At
Bright Secondary, Cherie and Karen kept to themselves, immersed in
their studies while other girls were cosying up to football studs and
would-be juvenile delinquents. Any boy who tried to win over either of
them was politely declined. Cherie especially, had to resort to
withering put-downs to get rid of persistent suitors. Eventually, they
would give up. The gorgeous, slim teenager was not interested. Karen's
parents were away preaching their crazy religion around north-western
New South Wales and would not be back until after school resumed. "Doesn't
your god have anything better to do?" Karen had snapped, giving
way to a rare moment of anger, despite the freedom their absence gave
her to fraternise disgracefully with Cherie. Cherie,
indeed, had promptly packed a bag and told her mother she would be at
Karen's for the rest of the holidays and why not consider a call to
Alcoholics Anonymous in the interim. "Occasionally
being once every twenty minutes," Cherie had said bitterly, when
the subject came and went over steak and eggs with Karen that evening. "Just
hold on a while longer, babe," Karen told her. "When we
leave here, we won't be coming back. We can move on and forget our
parents existed. Cherie
had stared downcast at the floor for a moment, then reached out and
hugged Karen lovingly. * Karen
was jolted from her reverie by the sound of the toilet flushing at the
other end of the house. She jumped from the sofa and grabbed a box of
tissues. Placing it on the coffee table in front of her, she resumed
her seat at lightening speed. If Cherie had a runny nose and
"sniffles", she would need help and Karen just loved to give
it. Shortly, familiar soft footsteps padded down the hallway and
Cherie was in the room, wearing the other matching dressing gown.
Karen knew that underneath, she wore thick flannelette pyjamas through
which she loved to hold the other girl's breasts or stroke her little
pussy. Cherie
regarded her lover with a sad smile. "Good
morning, honeybunch," she said. "I think I...." she
stopped and Karen's heart skipped a beat as one of the most beautiful
pre-sneeze expressions she had ever seen came over the teenager's
face. Then
the tableau broke and Cherie doubled over violently. "HA.....ATISHOOO....TISH....ATISHOO!!!" She
made no attempt to cover her mouth and a thick mist of saliva was
visible for a split second with each of the three explosions. Cherie
immediately held up a hand in a stop gesture, raised a finger on the
other to indicate wait. She
seemed incapable of speech. Then, eyes closing, she turned ninety
degrees and her fit went to the second half. "AH....TISHOO!.....HATISH!......TISHOO!......TISH!....ATISHISHOOO!" Cherie
straightened up and turned back to Karen. Her lips and chin were
smeared with saliva. She groped out for the tissue box and Karen thrust
it at her. Wrenching off four, she jammed them against her face and
blew a gargantuan blast into them. Managing to wipe her chin and nose
at the same time, she looked at Karen with the most classic expression
of distress ever seen. "Oh
babycake," she wailed. "My first cold in four years." Karen
noted that she sounded a little like a puppy who had awakened late to
find that the children who usually play with him had all left for
school. She regarded the stricken teenager, lust spinning within. "So
I was right last night," she said. Without waiting for a reply,
she continued, "We'll have to be careful of infection. There'll
be no kissing for a while. No hanky examinations. This is going to
send my poor little clit ballistic" Her
pussy was already wet with desire, at the sight of Cherie sneezing and
her clitoris clamoured for attention. "Please
don't think of yourself, Karen. That's not like you and we both know
it." Cherie's voice held a note that Karen had never heard before
and she thought it best not to answer. Cherie
continued. Karen
nodded slowly. "Did
you have any other sneezes before you got up?" she asked more
for something to say than curiosity. She already suspected the answer,
for no way could Cherie have stifled something that size even though
handkerchiefs were readily available in the drawer by the bed, an
ironic situation, since Karen seldom had need for them. The girls
generally used them for post-sex cleanups and attending to Cherie's
sneezy nose. "No,
first fit," Cherie spoke in shorthand. "There'll be plenty
more, though," she added, wiping her nose for the third time.
"So, what about we get some breakfast?" "Breakfast?"
Karen was amazed. "How can you eat feeling all stuffed up and
sneezy? I never can. "I
can eat anytime. You know that," Cherie reminded her. "And
I've never known you to be stuffed up and sneezy when you have a cold.
You just cough your lungs up". "Hmmmm.....true
enough. And it's feed a cold, starve a fever, am I right?" "No,
feed Cherie, give her hugs," Cherie deadpanned. She stuffed the
damp tissues she had been holding into the pocket of her dressing
gown,
took two clean ones and folded them together absently. Then
abruptly, she turned away and raised the tissues to her mouth and
nose. "HA....HATISHOOO!.....HATISHOOO!"
she exploded and blew her nose. "Bless
me," she said, turning back to Karen. "Got sneezies". Karen's
eyes were practically spinning with lust. "This
is going to go on all day, isn't it?" Karen spoke what they were
both thinking. Cherie
nodded. "I
can cut it down if I take something". "There's
a hundred things in the bathroom cabinet," Karen told her. She
didn't add that apart from being a religious nut, her mother also
appeared to be a hypochondriac. "I'll look at it later," answered Cherie. "It won't do my nose any harm to sneeze itself through a good cleanout, anyway." She
seemed about to say something else, then paused and closed her eyes. "ATISH....OOOO!,"
she sneezed into the tissues she was holding. Loud blow. Pocket. Fresh
tissues. Karen
watched, not explaining that this was doing her serious harm from head
to crotch plus a few other places besides. She wouldn't push the
sexual issue, though, in case Cherie decided to take her cold home and
be sneezy and blowy in private. Cherie
moved forward swiftly. "Backwards
hug," she commanded, stepping behind Karen and embracing her from
the rear. "Please
don't do that, baby," she begged softly in Karen's ear.
"Just wait for one hour, just for me, and then I'll fix you up.
Deal?" Karen
nodded sadly. She wanted to come now! Her pussy demanded it! Cherie
broke the embrace and stepped back, grabbing for her tissues as she
felt another sneeze coming on, already past the point of no return * Bacon
and eggs were quickly cooking, Karen pushing down her arousal with an
effort. Illness did not defeat Cherie’s always voracious appetite
and she ate ravenously, pausing twice to sneeze hard, the tissue box
not leaving her reach. When
the dishes were done, they knew it was time for Cherie to honour her
promise to Karen. Afterwards, there were those damn assignments to
complete. “I’ll
just have a wee. You go get ready”, Cherie told her, veering into
the toilet. Karen
entered her bedroom - their love nest - and sat dispiritedly on the bed.
She would come now and need to come again before too long. How much
would Cherie do for her, feeling so ill? “Dropped
the tissues”, she said. “Sneezed all over the back of my hand”. For
a moment, Karen felt as if she were the only one in the world with
this damn fetish. Cherie’s movements seemed to say, “Nose needs
attending to. Who cares if Karen’s watching?” She
knew it wasn’t true, but how much could she expect of her teenage
soul mate? Karen
looked up. “Cherie,
I need…….” Her voice failed her with nervousness. Cherie
took charge. “I’ll
do everything”, she said. “Dressing gown around your waist and lie
back”. Karen
complied quickly, lifting her dressing gown to expose her pussy and
buttocks. Lying down, she parted her legs, feeling Cherie move between
them. Suddenly, a pair of hands were sliding under her dressing gown,
under her T-shirt and stopping at her breasts, beginning to caress her
tight little nipples. There was only a second to comprehend that
before Cherie’s tongue was inside her. There was no foreplay
required. Ten seconds went by. Twenty. Cherie’s tongue snaked
expertly. Her fingers fondled. Nipples on fire. Clitoris smouldering.
Karen’s orgasm was beginning. Cherie was an expert lover and could
make Karen come as softly as butterflies dancing or as hard as a
collapsing brick wall. “Ohhhhh…..”
Karen began to moan and pant, the sensations increasing. Then the
explosion hit her. Cherie
disentangled her arms from under Karen’s T-shirt and sat up. Taking
a clean tissue, she wiped her face and then, almost as an
afterthought, blew her nose. Taking more tissues, she signalled Karen
to stay still and began to clean around and inside her lover’s
vagina. For
once it was Karen’s turn to be embarrassed as she recalled the
vocalising she had just done. She had never mentioned Cherie’s
sneezes during orgasm
before. Cherie smiled at her, red nose and all. “Feeling
better?” she asked solicitously “Yes
thank you,” replied Karen. “How about you?” Cherie
tried to breathe through her nose, with little success. “This
will get worse”, she resumed her normal voice. Karen
sat up and straightened her dressing gown. “How
much worse?” she asked. “More
sneezing and blowing,” Cherie told her. “I’ll take something in
a couple of hours before it reaches a peak.” As if to mark the
statement, she blew her nose again. Karen
got up from the bed and went to the chest of drawers. Opening the top
one, she took out two large handkerchiefs. “I
can sneeze into them and keep the tissues for blowing.” Cherie had
gotten off the bed and moved several steps to join her lover, although
she did not get too close to Karen’s face. She had not said as much,
but the usual arousal she could get from her sneezing was absent. Her
throat hurt and her sinuses were constricting further as time passed. “One
sneezing fit from me can destroy a tissue, as you well know,” she
continued. “I
love the way you say “a tissue”, Karen deadpanned. “Fud,
isid it?” answered Cherie and this time, she wasn’t mucking
around. Talking with a blocked nose and sore throat was becoming an
effort. Karen
eyed her ailing girlfriend and then the books and paperwork on the
writing desk. Cherie
nodded. “I’ll
be alright. Let’s just do it.” She avoided saying words that had
an N in them. Karen
sighed, walked to the desk and began preparing her work area. Cherie
took the hankies and the tissue box and followed her. Ten minutes, a
partially caught sneeze and a solid blow later, they were engrossed. Two
hours passed. Cherie blew her nose every fifteen minutes or so. Since
they had sat down, she had sneezed eight times, turning her head right
away, something she rarely, if ever, did with Karen. The massive
“HA-TISSHOO!” born of a visible pre-sneeze build-up, was caught
neatly in the hanky. A pile of damp tissues grew at the end of the
desk. Karen
was permanently aroused, by now, one eye on her lover, conversation
minimal. They both knew their usual fun was not an option. For both of
them to be sick would be disastrous. Besides, Karen’s colds
consisted of two or three lengthy sneezing fits and then several days
of constant coughing as the infection went straight to her chest. “HA…..HA…..HATISSHHOO!!!!”
Cherie lessened considerably the chances of her hanky still being
usable in an hour’s time. The sound was muffled a little by the
cloth and Karen thought of all that lovely, warm, wet saliva going to
waste. “Bet
you can’t stifle those,” she said suddenly. “Bet
you I cad”, was the reply “But thed you dow if you stifle wud, it
turds idto a fit”. Karen
gave an evil smile and despite her discomfort, Cherie began to laugh. “We’ll
see,” she said after a moment and wiped her nose.
* A
little while later, Cherie put down her pen and stood up without a
word. Crossing to the chest of drawers, she got another hanky and then
resumed her seat. Sitting in the classic position, hanky held
half-open on her lap, eyes closed as she willed her sneeze forward. “Ha….ahhhhh….Ha…sheww….ha…shewww” Her
body convulsed as each sneeze was released silently before the
involuntary exhale. Her nose expressed it’s displeasure at this
treatment and tickled violently, wanting to sneeze more. “Hah…ahhh…oooo….ah…ewww….sheww….ah…sh…eww….oh..asssh….shew…” Her
body continued to convulse at each sneeze, her nose furious at not
being allowed to sneeze properly and rid itself of this irritation. “AHHH…..AHAHTISSISSHHOO!!!” She
let it go as hard as she could, her infamous two-in-one sneeze that
had been known to destroy tissues. Karen sprang up and hurried over
with the tissue box. “Oh
baby,” Cherie gasped. Saliva was smeared around her lips and chin.
She hadn’t been completely accurate with the tissues. “That
wasn’t such a good idea. If I hadn’t let that last one out
properly, they would have made me explode.” Her
eyes were watering with the force of the latest effort. She wiped them
with fresh tissues and then blew her nose copiously, her sinuses
having been unblocked somewhat by the massive double. Karen
was hopelessly aroused and beyond pushing it aside. Cherie
went back to the writing desk and added the tissues to the pile.
Picking up the hanky she had stifled in, she moved towards the bed. “You
can lie in my arms and fix yourself up,” she said. “But I’ll,
have to keep this hanky over my nose and mouth if we’re going to be
close together.” She
saw a vague flicker of disappointment cross Karen’s face. “There’ll
be more tongue before the day’s out,” she added. “Promise”. Reassured,
Karen crossed to the bed, hopped on and lay back between Cherie’s
legs, her head on the other girl’s tummy. Raising her dressing gown
, she put two fingers to her mouth and spat on them. Karen didn’t
always use this extra lubrication, but all the “magic fluid”
Cherie had sneezed out that day made her need something wet and frothy
of her own. As
she opened her labia and slipped the fingers inside, she felt a hand
encircle her left breast, Cherie’s contribution. The other hand held
the hanky, raised to guard
against germs or a sudden sneeze. As
Cherie stroked the breast through the dressing gown, Karen pleasured
herself in a steady
rhythm. The first tinglings of orgasm were already evident as soon as
she started, but she paced herself, making the moment last. Barely a
minute went by, though, and she could hold herself back no longer,
beginning to moan. “Ohh….oh
yes…..oh Cherie…darling….I’m going to come…oh
baby….YES!…YES!!!….” Karen exploded, riding the crest of
pleasure as she came hard for the second time that day, her body
bucking and jerking. Finally, she began to descend to the plateau
stage and lay there, sated, in Cherie’s grasp. “Thank
you”, she said softly. Cherie
smiled back and wiped her nose with the hanky. “Cool
bananas,” she quipped. Karen
watched her. Cherie
looked a little sad. She
got all this out, speaking quietly through her painful throat, before
her nose blocked up again, as she knew it would very soon. Karen felt
for her. Cherie
stood and clapped her hands twice. “Backwards
hug,” she commanded. Karen zipped into position and wrapped her arms
around Cherie’s waist from behind. They stood in silence, wrapped
together in the embrace of unconditional love and early afternoon. Finally
the clinch broke and Cherie wiped her red nose which prickled
ominously. Karen
glanced at the clock. Two-thirty. “More
fun later?” she enquired. Cherie
nodded. “More fun later.” * An
hour and a half went by in silence, save for an occasional cough or
sniff from Cherie. The sneezing seemed to have dissipated - at least for
the time being. Karen didn’t know whether to be relieved or
disappointed. It was exciting, yet it caused her sexual and emotional
tension. Apart from that, she didn’t like to see her lover in
discomfort. Karen glanced surreptitiously at Cherie who was immersed
in her work. Occasionally, she would give her nose an absentminded
wipe as a dribble threatened to encroach. She hadn’t spoken since
they had sat back down again. Her throat hurt too much. Karen
returned to work. She was almost finished and cold or not, surely
cautious cuddles and some tongue could be managed. Cherie
put down her pen, a strange half-smile on her face. “Want
to cover my mouth, baby?” she asked. Abruptly
Karen realised what the long silence had been all about. “You
little minx,” she said. “You’ve been holding them back.” Cherie
nodded and both girls stood up simultaneously. A familiar pre-sneeze
expression was already on Cherie’s features as she let the
overpowering tickle work it’s way forward, searching for release. “Ohhhh…ticklelicious,”
she breathed against Karen’s waiting hand. The
dam broke. “HA…TISSHH….HATISSHOOO….HATISSHOO….TISSSHHOO……HATISSHHOOO…” She
let herself go with it as much as possible, head down, the comforting
protection of Karen’s hand catching her spray. A
gasping snuffly breath, then: “AH…AHATISSHHOO,” she exploded a
sixth time. Karen had wrapped an arm around Cherie’s waist, her other arm upraised as her hand performed it’s wet and exciting duties. Gasping for breath, her lips and chin again smeared with her saliva and mucus, Cherie broke the clinch and dived for the tissue box. Throwing caution to the winds, Karen quickly sniffed her saturated hand. “HA…HARASSH!”
Cherie erupted into a fit of coughing. She had tried to sneeze and
blow her nose at the same time. Recovering from the coughing, she blew
her nose solidly and waited a moment to see if she would sneeze again. “Oh
Kared,” moaned Cherie. “This is hideous. I caad breathe properly.
I caad eved sbell your little bottob.”
She
added this last with a glance at Karen’s dressing-gown clad
posterior. “Come
on,” said Karen. “Let’s get you some drugs.” She took
Cherie’s hand and began to lead her towards the bathroom. “I
dode approve of drugs. They’re bad for you.” Cherie tried to put
on a prim tone through her blocked up nose. “Not
these drugs. They’ll stop you from sneezing yourself
silly and cut down on tissue consumption.” Despite
her discomfort, Cherie giggled. In the bathroom, Karen opened the
overhead cabinet and began removing items. “Nasal
inhaler, codeine, cough mixture, various pain killers, Codral, Zyrtec
and a guaranteed-to-work cold tablet from a company who, last time I
heard, was in court and in trouble.” Karen’s
voice sped up cheerfully like an auctioneer and she paused for breath. “There’s
stuff here that will…will..” she turned her head. “ATISSHH…TISHOO…fix
me right up,” she finished, swiping at her nose and mouth with a
sleeve. Then she tried the inhaler, taking a huge hit of it with both
nostrils. Incredibly, her nose began to clear. A tickle threatened
momentarily, then fizzled away again. Now
she examined the tablets and cough mixture. “What?”
Karen almost shrieked. “Are you trying to kill yourself, woman?” “Look,
too much firesquash can sometimes be a good thing,” Cherie insisted,
beginning to lay out tablets. “It might make me woozy for a while,
but anything is better than this concrete block I’ve got for a
head.” Karen
sighed, knowing Cherie was determined to follow this
through. As she watched, her pretty lover put the selected pills in
her mouth, uncapped the cough mixture and swallowed everything in one
hit. “Gaghh,”
she said, making a sound like a malfunctioning carburettor. Then she
started coughing again. “Good?”
asked Karen when she had finished. “Pills
were fine, but that cough mixture tastes like turpentine.” “Well,
if it was, you won’t be worrying about colds again - ever,” Karen
told her blithely. “Mmmm….well
I’ll burn that bridge when I come to it,” Cherie decided. She
looked at Karen for a moment. “Would
you like your lust attended to?” she asked sweetly. Karen
had, for the moment, forgotten the arousal nibbling away between her
legs. She smiled, her face lighting up. Cherie
took her hand. * “Oh…..oh
….yes…..oh Cherie….oh….I’m coming……your beautiful
saliva…..oh yes….” Incredibly,
given her concerns about infection, Cherie lay down beside her and
they linked hands. “How
long since you came three times in one day, hon?” she asked, seeming
to read Karen’s mind, not for the first time. “Couple
of years,” answered Karen. “Why, yes, it was spring two years ago
and you had hay fever. We went to the Kissing Cave because you were
allergic to some flowers there.” “I
remember,” said Cherie. “They were wattle blooms and I sneezed
more from going near them than I have today. I was either in the
middle of a sneezing fit or fixing you up because of it.” Her
voice, not in good shape to begin with, was getting softer. “Half
an hour’s work and that stuff of mine is done,” Karen said. “Why
don’t you call it a day and have some rest. We’ll do yours
together tomorrow.” “…Kay….love
you…” Cherie squeezed Karen’s hand and then relaxed the grip. Karen
got off the bed and returned to her writing desk. * As
predicted, thirty minutes later, Karen closed the book on what she was
certain would get her an A. Her eye on Business Law at University, the
next eighteen months would shape the rest of her life. She
turned to look at Cherie who was fast asleep on the bed. Standing, she
walked to the sick teenager and felt her forehead. Cool. It was just a
nasty head cold. No fever. Karen checked the clock. Four thirty. She
resumed her previous position, lying next to Cherie. Her
thoughts drifted as she mulled over the events of the day. An image
drifted into her mind of her and Cherie walking through a tranquil
rainforest. Above them, the sky was unbelievably blue. Karen didn’t
know if she were awake or dreaming or what. She didn’t care. Karen
slept lightly. Beside
her, Cherie was so deeply asleep she could have passed for comatose.
But her brain activity was at an extremely high peak and REM flickered
wildly behind her eyes. Cherie
dreamed. She
was walking across a white sandy beach. The ocean rolled endlessly.
Well, apparently it did, because she couldn’t see it, but she could
smell the salt. Hang on. Smell? She had a whopper of a cold. Why could
she smell so clearly? Where was she? And where was her beloved Karen?
She glanced upwards. Hell, was that sky blue or what? It’s supposed
to be autumn. To
her left was a large rock which Cherie swore had not been there
fifteen seconds earlier. Against it leaned a large white rabbit who,
at first glance, looked like a garbled version of Bugs Bunny.
Incredibly, the rabbit spoke. “Hello
Cherie,” he said in a normal human voice. “I’ve been waiting for
you.” “Who
are you?” asked Cherie, not overly surprised to find her voice
working perfectly, the pain in her throat gone. Wherever this place
was, it healed sickness pretty quick. Should be on Medicare. “I’m
the Rabbit of Time,” replied the rabbit. He pulled a large alarm
clock from what appeared to be a pocket in his fur and consulted it.
“And it’s time we talked”. “Where
am I?” Cherie demanded. "You’re
everywhere,” said the rabbit. “And nowhere. It depends on how you
look at it. This is the Land That Time Forgot. You’ve come here to
find out why you like to sneeze.” "I
already know why I like to sneeze,” Cherie snapped. “And I’ve
got a cold. I’ve been sneezing and blowing my little nose all
day.” “Yes,
you have,” confirmed the Rabbit of Time. But here, health problems
don’t exist. Do you feel any symptoms of your cold now?” Cherie
had to admit that she didn’t. Her head and nose were crystal clear
and her throat worked perfectly. “Ok, point taken,” she said. “So let’s talk about it if we must.” "Sneezing
is your sexual trigger,” said the rabbit. “And Karen’s even
though she doesn’t really know it. But she is you soul mate and you
must never let her go. The spirits tell me you will be still together
thirty five years from now.” “I
know she’s my soul mate,” Cherie said, subdued. “And I never
plan to let her go. But sexual trigger. That’s a bit strong. We’re
in love. We don’t need triggers”. Cherie
had never thought of it that way. The sneezing was all well and good,
but her and Karen sometimes only had to look at one another to become
aroused. “Nevertheless,”
admonished the Rabbit of Time, “you must guard her well for you both
have a unique gift.” “I
know that and I will:," replied Cherie. “What is all this? Next,
you’ll be telling me when I’m due to die. It had better not be any
time soon.” “Oh
yes,” said the Rabbit. “You’ll die in your eighty-third year. In
fact, I believe you’ll both be a month apart. Still in reasonable
condition for that age, but you humans don’t go on for ever.” "Don’t
tell me this,” Cherie almost shrieked. “I don’t want to know. My
sneezes are my business. Mine and Karen’s.
I don’t want to stay in this place, wherever it is. What have
you done with Karen? I WANT KAREN!!” Her control was slipping. Could
it be that this wasn’t a dream? “Please
be calm, Cherie,” said the Rabbit of Time. “Look to your right”. Cherie
looked. Another rock that hadn’t been there earlier had appeared.
On it, sat Karen, casually dressed in jeans and a T-shirt. The only
problem was that she looked to be in her fifties. Her figure and
beauty were still clearly evident, but she was no longer sweet
sixteen. “Hi
babe”, she said and waved cheerily. Cherie
was horrified. She spun back to the Rabbit of Time. He just shrugged. She
turned to look again. Karen was still sitting there. “Can’t
you help me, Karen? What is this place?” she pleaded, fear driving
deep into her. Like
the rabbit, Karen was indifferent. “Not
much I can do, hon,” she said. “I’m thirty-five years away.
Besides, this is your dream, not mine.” Cherie
turned back to the Rabbit of Time, only to find that he had been
joined by a new problem. Her mother. “Why
didn’t you tell me you were gay?” her mother wailed. “You
don’t need that Karen girl. She’s trouble. I could have done
anything you wanted.” “You’re
not here, Mum,” Cherie said sharply. “Karen’s sitting over there
and she just told me I’m dreaming. None of us are in this place,
It’s all a dream.” Her
mother just wailed some more and wrung her hands. The
Rabbit of Time glanced around. “That’s
quite right,” he said. “You won’t be able to stay here. I’ve
got other jobs to do in other times. Busy busy.” “Why
can’t I stay with Karen?” demanded Cherie. “Go off and do what
you have to do. And take her with you,” she added, nodding at her
hand-wringing mother. The
rabbit suddenly snapped his fingers and the vision of Cherie’s
mother vanished. He seemed to grin at her mirthlessly. Before
she could respond to this, Cherie heard an extremely familiar sound
from the rock where Karen was sitting. “Atchoo….choo…..choo……choo……” She
looked over. Karen rubbed her nose with the back of her hand. “Excuse
me,” she said. “Sneezies”. “You
can’t stay with her,” said the Rabbit of Time. “I’m sending
you to your destiny. You will be safe there.” He
stepped forward and gesticulated at her. She felt nothing, but the air
around her began to ripple. Then her vision started fading. “No!”
Cherie cried out, horror-struck.
“I want to stay with Karen!” She
wrenched her fast-fading gaze to Karen’s rock. It was gone and so
was it’s occupant. Now Cherie knew it was too late. “Go
now,” boomed the Rabbit of Time. “It is your destiny.” “Not
without Karen!” Cherie shouted.
“I WON’T GO BACK WITHOUT KAREN!!” Then
she was falling. Falling into an empty, endless void. She tried to
scream, but could make no sound. Far away, she could hear Karen
calling her name. A steel embrace gripped her. “Cherie!!….Cherie!!…Wake
up baby. Oh Christ…..PLEASE WAKE UP!!! You’re dreaming!!” Slowly,
Cherie swam into consciousness and realised where she was. The room
was a lot darker now than it had been when she lay down on the bed.
She was sweating profusely and Karen’s arms were wrapped tightly
around her in an effort to subdue her flailing struggles in the
nightmare that an overdose of cold remedies had given her. “Karen,”
Cherie half sobbed, her relief palpable. “I’m
here, sweetie,” said Karen. "It’s alright now. You were having a
nightmare.” Cherie
became aware that her mouth was dry and her nose was sore and
congested. She could also feel herself shaking. Karen’s grip on her
had lessened, but not much. “What
happened?” Karen asked softly. “I
was on this beach, but there was no sea,” said Cherie, her voice
shaking. “You and my mother were both there and there was this weird
rabbit…..” she stopped, confused. Had it all really been a dream.
Then her self-control finally cracked and she burst into tears. Karen
held the sobbing teenager tightly and let her cry it out. She was
thoroughly alarmed now. She could not ever recall seeing Cherie cry in
all the years they had been friends. She
waited a few minutes and Cherie slowly subsided, the terror leaving
her. Karen reached out and wiped tears from her lover’s cheeks. “I’m
alright, babe,” she said very quietly, and Karen released her hold. With
considerable care, Cherie stood up, testing her balance. Then she
switched on the bedside lamp. The tissues were on the foot of the bed,
left there after the earlier cunnilingus. Cherie took several and let
out a long liquid blow. And another. More tissues, Another blow.
Neither girl read anything sexual into this at the moment. They had
both been badly scared, and for different reasons. Cherie
finished removing about a gallon of mucus from her nose and turned to
find Karen also standing. Cherie
nodded. “I am now,” she replied. “Could you give me ten minutes,
baby? I need to collect myself a bit.” “Sure,”
said Karen. “Look, why don’t I go and have a shower. Then I’ll
put some tea on. It’s gone six o clock.” “Good,”
said Cherie, nodding slowly. “Some food would be nice, but I won’t
bother with any more cold tablets. That last lot didn’t seem to
agree with me.” She managed a small smile. Karen
showered and dressed in clean clothes. She returned to check on Cherie
before cooking tea. She found her in bed now instead of on top of it.
The girl had stripped naked and crawled in, leaving the bedside lamp
on. She was breathing clearer now, sleeping deep and naturally. Karen
grinned and got a couple of textbooks she wanted to study. Then, she
gave her lover a kiss on the cheek, turned out the light and left the
room. * Next
morning, both girls awoke almost together and were quite subdued.
Karen had returned to the bedroom at about nine o clock that previous
night to find Cherie still peacefully sleeping. It had been a very
full and interesting day, Karen
thought. Stripping her clothes off, she crawled in beside her.
Listening to Cherie’s soft breathing, she had dozed off. Now
they lay there together, listening to the birds singing outside as
morning dawned over Bright. Most of Cherie’s voice had returned and
she no longer felt the need to sneeze constantly. Her nose, though,
was full of partially dried congestion. “Do
you want to talk about it?” Karen asked, after awhile. She lay on
her side, an arm draped over Cherie who was lying on her back. “Later,”
Cherie answered . “My nose needs a good cleanout before anything and
it’s too sore for much more blowing.”. Karen
got up and went to the toilet. After completing matters in there, she
returned with a glass of hot water. Getting back into bed, she took a
tissue and wet it in the glass. For the next ten minutes, there was
silence as Karen carefully bathed bits of dried mucus from Cherie’s
nose. The other girl lay impassive. It was not the first time one had
explored the other’s nose, but this time it was not for pleasure. “Ok,
now you can blow to move any fresh stuff that’s up there,” Karen
told her when she had finished. Cherie
took two tissues and gave a moderate-sized blow, releasing a
moderate-sized amount of liquid. She snuffled and blew again, but it
was more noise than action, her nose having finally subsided. Of an
impending sneeze, there was no sign. Cherie remembered that colds
stopped abruptly where she was concerned, rather than persisting for a
week or more, like they did with some unlucky people. “That
damn cocktail of medicine I took,” she muttered. “Unbelievable”. “It stopped the cold pretty abruptly,” observed Karen. “When am I going to hear about that nightmare? We frightened the hell out of each other, I think.” “Make you a deal,” Cherie told her. “I need a shower and breakfast, in that order. Then, if you help me, I can have that assignment finished in a couple of hours. After that, I’ll tell you as much as I can remember. I have to warn you, some of it’s not pretty.” Karen
shrugged dismissively at this last. “Deal,”
she said. * A
shower, clean clothes and a hot meal made a world of difference to
Cherie, who was left with only a chesty cough and refused to take
anything for it. Once bitten, twice shy. By
noon, all the schoolwork was finished. Cherie made a weighty sandwich
and vacuumed it down, staring out at the now blustery weather. Then,
she got a glass of water and wandered into the living room, where
Karen sat reading the paper. An air of expectancy hung over their
presence. Karen put down the paper and watched her lover, waiting. Cherie
sat in an arm chair and took a sip of water. Finally, but without
looking at Karen, she began to speak. Fifteen
minutes later, Karen sat aghast. “Wow,”
she said. “No wonder you were scared.” She thought a second. “It
had to be all those cold medicines,” she added. Cherie
nodded, staring at the floor. She had told Karen as much as she
remembered about the nightmare, about meeting the Rabbit of Time, the
appearance of her mother and seeing Karen in her fifties. “Do
you think my mother knows I’m a lesbian?” Cherie asked anxiously. Karen’s
tone was restive. “Babe,
when your mother isn’t schmoozing up to the local social set,
she’s half out of her skull on champagne. If she knows you’re gay,
it’s not her business anyhow. What’s she gonna do? The worst she
can do is throw you out of the house, in which case, you come and live
here with me. My parents don’t know I’m alive half the time,
anyway. You being here full time would hardly make a difference.” That
was a long speech for Karen, but it had the desired effect. Cherie
smiled for the first time that day. “You’re right,” she said. “Love rules.” Then
the smile faded. “But
what about that rabbit telling me when I was going to die?” she
asked, fearfully. Karen
snorted. “He said we would both die at eighty-three, within a month of each other, is that what you said? We can fit in an awful lot of playtime before we’re eighty-three.” Cherie
laughed, then started coughing. “Alright,”
she agreed when she could speak again. “We can fit an awful lot of
sneezing into that many years.” Karen
nodded. “Besides,” she said, “it was just a nightmare.” Cherie
touched her sore nose carefully. Then
she glanced around the room. “What
do you think he meant when he said he was sending me to my destiny?” “I
think he meant you were supposed to be with me,” answered Karen. Cherie
locked troubled eyes with her and Karen reached out and took the
girl’s hand. They
spent the rest of the day watching TV and trying to put the previous
day into perspective. * Cherie
awoke next morning and rolled over to find Karen wide awake and
watching her carefully. “Morning
sneezy girl,” she said with cheer in her voice. “How ya feelin?” “Good
morning, honeylamb,” replied Cherie. “I feel better with each
passing hour”. Karen
giggled and cuddled up against her. Cherie responded and they began to
nuzzle, holding each other tighter as the morning light forced it’s
way through the curtains. “Is
it safe by now?” Karen asked. For
answer, Cherie locked her lips firmly against Karen’s and got an
immediate response. They kissed hungrily for several minutes,
Cherie’s free hand groping it’s way between Karen’s bare bottom
cheeks. Finally,
they paused for breath and Cherie sat up. “Nudity?”
she enquired, beaming. Karen
instantly sat up and pulled off the T-shirt she had been wearing.
Cherie leapt from the bed, threw off her pyjamas and leapt back in. “Atchoo….choo….choo….choo…….ah…atchoo…” Karen’s
face was only a few inches from Cherie’s, but the other girl felt
nothing, but very slight breath. “Oh,
bless me,” Karen whispered. “They came on very suddenly.” “Are
you catching my cold, sweetness?” asked Cherie. “No, I’ve got no other symptoms.” Karen breathed firmly, testing her nose. “I think they were just natural sneezies.” Lust
shone in Cherie’s eyes. “Lie on your back,” she commanded. “I’ve got a surprise for you.” Karen
obeyed at once, lying flat, legs slightly apart in case Cherie needed
access to her vagina. But Cherie had something else in mind first. “Oh
Cherie,” she groaned. She couldn’t think what else to say. Saliva
was good, but this was twenty times better. Cherie
grinned. “It’s
all for you, sweetheart,” she whispered. She
bent, fingers still on Karen’s nipples, to kiss the hopelessly
aroused girl. |