My Yuri Harem: 15/120 [14]

It was the first Friday of August.

 I was running.

 

Running away.

I had my sling bag over my shoulder and my cellphone in it.

What a mess have I created.

I was also crying a little baby.

When I closed my eyes to blink, I wanted to crash into something so that I could probably get hurt enough to land me in a hospital.

I was wiping away my tears as I ran past all the stores in downtown on New York.

21 years old me was running away from her problems she had left behind in a black track suit.

At first, it looked like a school athlete was practicing her sprint, because I had such a posture while I was on my feet. In reality, I had a lot of practice of running. I was a master at running away.

I ran past a cluster of lit shops and slipped into a dark street. I fumbled with my stuff in my sling bag, all the while wiping my tears and snot off my jacket sleeve.

Finally, I found it.

I flipped it open and made an international call.

“Hey Angel, how have you been?”

“Map- Mapalla-“I couldn’t keep it up and broke down in my first sentence.

“Mad? Hello? Mad? What’s happening?” Mapalla was speaking louder now. Clearly, he was concerned about me.

“Come get me, please.” I managed to squeeze those words out while I was bawling my eyes out.

“Mad, I am in Toronto right now. It will take me another day before I am done with my seminar. In the meantime, find a place and crash for the meantime. Do you have any money?”

“Yes. Some.”

“Good. There is a good case your card will be deactivated any moment, so I won’t be sending you any money right now. I will see you day after tomorrow in the New York Library.”

“O-kay.”

“Mad- “

“Yes?”

“Don’t do anything stupid.”

“Hmm.”

After we hung up the call, I put my phone back into my bag and peeked into all the stuff I had brought with me.

Around Four Hundred Dollars. Three pairs of underwear. Two sports bras. A little notebook. A screwdriver. A knife.

Checking all my inventory, I zipped it back and dashed out of the street to resume my run. In place of that, I knocked a girl down by hitting her with my body mass.

“Hey, are you-” Before I could ask her if she was okay, she cut me off and asked me instead, “Hey, are you okay?”

The girl I knocked over was wearing a tracksuit herself, but it was a red one. However, she seemed to be in pain because she was laying on the pavement in an odd position.

”I’m sorry for not looking where I was going.” I stretched my arm out to help the girl.

“Hehe don’t mind. I am also sorry for being lost in my thoughts.” She said while she shot a smile in my direction.

I had rubbed all the nasty body fluids off my face, but the traces were apparent. I tried to curve my lips into a smile as much as I could, but all in vain. She noticed that and said, “You don’t have to force yourself, Madonna House.”

I was trying to smile, but that was replaced by bewilderment. I thought to myself if I could handle any more confusion.

But I was intrigued as to how did she know my name, so I asked her about it.

“Oh! You are on the athletics team of Sampha University, right?”

“Yeah.”

“There it is. You are famous among all the first- and third-years’ students. The only one who is jealous of your abilities are the fourth years’.”

“I am mildly fast. I haven’t been in any competitions.”

Suddenly, the girl started smelling the air around me.

“Looks like you haven’t been in any showers too. Rough environment at home?”

I was shocked when I heard that, but I hid it masterfully.

“That is not the first tangent one would go off if she finds someone hasn’t been taking showers.” I tried to bury the topic as much as I could.

“Possible, but it looks like something major is gone. For first, your shirt under your jersey is misbuttoned. I can see the left part of your shirt has one extra button near the collar. Secondly, you have not been in female showers any time soon because I was the last person having my post practice showers. Third, and that is much more logical, is that I heard from the athletics team that they hadn’t seen you in a week. Thus, I concluded there might be something going on in the background.”

Saying all that, she smiled at me. And not a smile to make fun of me. A smile to ensure that everything will work out.

In front of that dark alley, I broke down again and started bawling in the public once more.

Only difference being that she was there.

She hugged me as soon as that happened and held me still. I had my arms crumpled in front of my chest, but feeling her body heat transfer into me, I loosened my arms and threw them around her. Her breast pressed against mine gave me a feeling of home.

I think that was a little bit too uncomfortable for her, so she put her hands on my shoulder and pushed me away. But she realized her mistake and how I could interpret it, so she said, “Hey, wanna come over to my place? You can have a shower and a change of clothes. I live alone so it won’t be too uncomfortable for you.”

“I can’t take that offer up, I’m sorry.” I spoke back in a snap of a moment. “I have to meet someone in two days, so I should stay somewhere else where it would be convenient for me to travel.” I made up a good excuse to decline her.

“Don’t worry. I have a car. I don’t drive it as much because I live near the university. So, if you need a ride on the desired date, just ask for it.”

I took a step back to give my resistance another go. “I don’t have enough money to pay you back. Please, I will handle it by myself.”

This time, Priscilla took a step back herself. “Oh, so you are okay by yourself? Well Then…”

Saying that, she rose her hand in the air and bid me farewell.

She walked like twenty meters when I shouted at her, “Hey, thank you.”

Priscilla turned around to see my face with a nasty look. She walked the twenty metres back and stood in front of me. Then, she said, “Apparently, I did something that I know not of. They why should thy thank me?”

“Why do thou speak in Shakespearean English?”

Her eyes sparkled once more.

“See, there are similarities between us. You and me are sportspeople and you know what I am talking about too. Don’t you want to find out what else we are mutually attracted to?”

She said it with such a glee that even I had to take a second take.

“What- are you getting at?”

“I’m proposing to you.”

HEH?

THAT WAS A FAST ONE. WILL I HAVE TO CHOOSE HER AS MY PARTNER? IS IT THAT TYPE OF PROPOSAL? OR A BUSINESS PROPOSAL? OR A CONTRACT? AM I READY FOR SELLING MY BODY? SHOULD I CONSULT MY MALE FRIENDS IF I AM GOOD ENOUGH? AM, I BUYING A HOUSE FROM HER?

WHAT IS SHE GOING TO PROPOSE?

“I am proposing……………… a friendship.”

Well, that was anticlimactic.

She continued, “Make a deal with me. If I help you, you help me.”

I bopped my head to a side and posed a question, “Is that all you want?”

She gave me a bright smile, exposing her snow-white teeth.

“If I can get a friend in exchange of just helping them, I’d make that deal.”

That, left my eyes opened.

“You can’t put a price on loyalty. However, paying in favours does work.” Saying so, she started marching in the same direction she returned. She stopped after a moment and raised her hand in the air again, this time to signal me to follow her. I quickly trotted and caught up to her.

My tears were gone away, for now.

It took us fifteen minutes to reach her place. A flat on the second floor in a housing complex. Didn’t seem something too fancy from the outside. It was a run-down building with swollen wood and a puddle of oil near the main entrance. Id didn’t know what kind of oil it was, and I was not particular keen about discovering about it too.

We entered the complex and walked our way to the second floor. Priscilla unlocked her door and I half expected a single bed room with rusty kitchen and peeled off creaking floor board. Instead, it was a giant room full of sports memorabilia and a king size bed in the middle of it. There were two bathrooms with toilet on two corners of the room and a kitchen in the middle of it. The walls were covered with orange paint on half of of the room with wooden surface exposed in the other half.

Priscilla walked inside and peeled off her jacket to throw it in the cupboard on the side of the room, along with her sling bag. Right besides the cupboard was a huge speaker with an auxiliary cord dangling off it. Priscilla plugged her phone and before she hit the play button, signalled me to lock the door behind me.

As I did that, she played a metal song which almost tore my eardrums open. I tried to stay still and tried listening to it but couldn’t. I put my hands over my ears but saw Priscilla bopping her head to the song like crazy. I fixed my gaze over her breasts juggling up and down as she moved her head furiously. It seemed like her breasts were ready to come out of her sports bra any second. I flushed while I was thinking something so erotic about the individual I had just met.

Priscilla noticed I was not having as good time as she was, so she killed the track. After that, I felt like I was in heaven for the next five minutes. The silence is a masterpiece.

“HAHA! Sorry if it was too hard on you. I like to keep my body moving. Also, are you hungry now or do you want to eat after bath?” Priscilla said as she threw herself on the bed.

“Probably after bath. Can I use your bathroom now?”

“Sure, go ahead.” She pointed towards the bathroom near the door of the flat, “Use that if you want to use the bathtub.” Then she pointed in the opposite direction at a small room in a corner,” Use that one if you want a shower.”

I took off the sling bag and started looking for my undergarments. I got a towel from Priscilla and went into the shower with just an underwear. I stepped inside and looked myself into the mirror. After taking a long look, I stripped down to nothing and wrapped myself with Priscilla’s towel. I opened the sink tap and vigorously started wiping my face.

In the middle of all that, I heard a knock on the door.

“Come in.”

Priscilla opened the door and said, “Hey, do you have a change of clothes?”

I shut the tap off and wiped the excess of water off my face with my hand to get a better look at her.

She was standing in the doorframe, apparently checking out my body. I somewhat felt naked even with the towel on.

“I was thinking to wear my tracksuit for the night. I will probably get a new pair of pajamas tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow is a night away, and its too hot to sleep in a tracksuit. Also, it can use a wash, so hand it over when you are done, and I will toss it into the laundry.”

“For tonight then-“

“For tonight, I have a pair of shorts and a tee. It will fit you perfectly, probably will be loose at some aspects, maybe.”

The last section of her sentence was valid but did hurt a little.

“I’ll leave it near the door. Don’t hesitate to pick it up because I am going out for a while. It won’t take me long, but when I come back, you will pay the price for my favor.”

This time, I gulped at the last part of her sentence.

She closed the door and I stepped in the shower. The cold water hit my face, and my vision got blurry.

I closed my eyes and examined what I had heard from her in our fifteen minutes of walk from that dark street in downtown to her apartment.

She told me her name was Priscilla Applewood. She told me she was a second-year student in Sampha University. She told me she was sponsored by the college and she was also a setter in university’s Women’s volleyball team.

She told me a lot of things about her past too.

How she was born to a White Father and a Black Mother.

How her life in California was unstable because of the violent neighborhood.

How her mother died by getting shot by a stray bullet.

How her father, an Import/Export company manager spiraled out of his mind.

How his father bear Priscilla’s responsibility, and dip his hand into the cesspool of illegal methods of money making.

How his father’s desire to provide Priscilla with everything put a split between their morals.

How a manager at an Import/Export company went on to become the world’s most famous cocaine dealer.

She told me all those things.

How she has been alone for majority of her teen life.

How she still loves him and cares about him.

How she avoids any monetary help from him.

And how she still asks his help in dire situations.

The water was dripping all over my body while I thought about everything she had told me.

How are you supposed to deal with it? Who is the right one here? Who do you sympathize with?

I turned around to wipe my back off and made sure water reached every creek of my body. I turned again and rubbed my hands on my breasts to clean them thoroughly.

I shot my eyes open when I touched my nipples.

Why the hell are they so hard?

Why am I aroused while I was thinking about Priscilla’s dad? That was so weird.

Then I was stuck with an epiphany, “Wait a minute, I am lesbian. So I was turned on not by thinking of Priscilla’s dad, but actually her!”

It is a human emotion to have a desire to protect someone meeker than you. In that context, sure I would love to hold her hand and make her feel comfortable. But when that hand holding goes beyond, it takes a whole another meaning.

I shook my head side to side.

“I don’t have any feelings for a stranger. She is just being nice to me. I am going to pay her back too for this favor.”

That last sentence dragged me into another thought train.

When we were walking towards her home, I insisted Priscilla to let me pay her back. She declined the offer, but I kept on pestering her. She replied with, “Okay then, if you insist. I also have a favour to ask, which is not that big of a deal. I will ask you, but you can ignore it if you want.” That made me somewhat concerned so I asked what her favour was. She denied telling me what it was and said she will reveal it only after my shower.

Thinking about that, paired with my sexual arousal involving her did not help my case.

Somehow (explanation won’t be provided) I managed to calm my body down. I stepped out of the shower and wore my underwear. Then I opened the door slightly to scout the room, and it was empty. Priscilla’s clothes were laying on the ground, so I picked them up and shut the door.

I faced towards the mirror and unwrapped myself to flash myself.

What a beautiful pair, I thought to myself.

I sighed at my own marvel and wore the shirt. It was loose, around the chest area.

I guess she was right after all.

Then I slipped my legs in the shorts and they were loose on me too, but it had string around it so that I could prevent it from slipping off.

I picked my dirty clothes in one hand and Priscilla’s towel in another and stepped out of the bathroom. At the same time, Priscilla came back into the flat.

“Oh, you’re out. What a nice timing.” She chimed. She was wearing her jersey again.

“Where should I put my tracksuit?”

“On the top of the cupboard. I will take it to the laundry tomorrow. You can hand me the towel.” She said while she removed her shoes.

I handed her the towel and put my clothes up on the cupboard, and asked her again, “Hey, what kind of favor were you talking about?”

She unzipped her jacket and while supporting a slasher smile, she said, “I want your legs!”

HEH?