Pages from a Diary – Chapter 2

  • Posted on June 12, 2018 at 10:15 am

by Rachael Yukey

October 15, 2006

What a crazy weekend! I lied to my parents this afternoon; after church I said I wasn’t feeling good. There’s an all-day event going on, and I really wanted to come home and write all this down while it’s still fresh in my mind. I feel like I need to… what’s the word the adults use? Process. I need to process everything, and I think writing it down will help. So I told my parents I wasn’t feeling good, and Dad drove me home to rest. I feel a little guilty about it, but it’s done now.

Julie ate at school Friday morning so we could have breakfast together, and we were both just bouncing off the walls. A couple of other girls came and sat with us; they’re people that Julie hangs out with sometimes. I realized that although she’s really social, she has lots of people she hangs out with sometimes, but there isn’t anybody she hangs out with a lot of the time. Maybe she needs a real friend as much as I do. I want to try to be a good one.

After school we went out together and sure enough Dad had left my bike on the rack, just a few spaces away from Julie’s. When we go to A.L. on Wednesdays all the bikes at those bigger schools are locked up with chains and combination locks or they’ll get stolen, but nobody locks their bike up here. This was super-cool… I’ve never got to ride in town before!

We took the long way to get to Julie’s house. It’s on 2nd street which leads right to the school… I mean, you can actually see the school from Julie’s front yard. But it was a nice day, so we rode around for a little while first. Dad had warned me to watch for cars, so I did, but it’s not like there’s very heavy traffic in this town. Julie’s dad lets her ride any place in town she wants to go. If we’d gone straight to Julie’s house it wouldn’t even have taken us five minutes, but we spent about half an hour riding around town and chatting before we pulled into the front yard.

Jason Hanson was standing on the front porch, cutting some 2 x 4 boards with a circle saw. He’s a tall, thin guy with dark brown hair and a narrow face. You’d think being a rock musician and all he’d have long shaggy hair but he keeps it cut pretty short. Normally when he’s around town he dresses in nice slacks and a button-up shirt or maybe a sweater, but at the moment he was wearing old jeans and a raggy t-shirt with some rock band’s name on it. He put the saw down, brushed his hands off on his pants, and turned to face us as we stepped onto the porch.

“Good ride, ladies?” he asked us.

Then he extended his hand to me, just like he would with an adult, and said “Hi, Mallory. Don’t know that we’ve ever actually been introduced. I’m Jason.”

I shook his hand, trying to remember all the stuff my dad has told me about firm grips and all that. He’s one of those people… I don’t quite know how to say this, but you know he’s there. It’s like he takes up twice a much space as his body fills up. It’s something about the way he stands and the way he looks you in the eye. When he talks, people listen.

“Hello, Mr. Hanson,” I said. “Thank you for letting me come over.”

Jason made a big show of looking over his shoulder.

“Mallory,” he said, “you say “Mr. Hanson” and I start looking around to see if my old man is coming up behind me. The name’s Jason. If you don’t think your parents would like that, you can call me Mr. Hanson when they’re around. Sound good? As for having you over… my pleasure. Julie, you think you can figure something out for a snack the two of you can eat? I wanna get the new bathroom framed before supper.”

“Sure, Dad,” said Julie. She gave him a hug, and he kissed her forehead.

The front door led straight into the living room. It was the typical ground floor you see in the really old country houses; just a big open rectangle with an enclosed staircase off to one side. The walls were old cracked plaster, and there was a huge redbrick fireplace at the far end of the room. There were rooms off to the sides, but even I can tell that those are additions and I was standing in the original part of the house. The old farmhouse I live in is the same kind of thing, but smaller. There were guitars on wall hangers all over the place. Just to the left of the door as we came in a smaller rectangle was marked off with tape, with some holes cut in the floor. I could see the basement through them.

“We’re not allowed to walk there,” Julie informed me, pointing to the taped off section. “That’s where Dad is building the new bathroom. He’s renovating the house.”

“Wow… he knows how to do that?”

Julie giggled. “Not really,” she said. “But he’s been reading a lot of books and looking online and stuff. He’s getting it figured out. He built me a really great room upstairs this summer… I’ll show you after we get our snack.”

She led me to the far end of the room, and through a door to the right, in one of the additions, was the kitchen. A lady was in there, just closing the oven. When she turned around I recognized Lisa Jenkins.

She’s lived here in town for at least as long as I can remember, and I think she just graduated from high school three or four years ago. She works at the city offices now, and she moved in with Jason and Julie just a few months ago. She’s really pretty with shoulder length brown hair, a cute little button of a nose, and a really curvy but slim body. She’s also pretty tall, just like both Jason and Julie. She was wearing a white flower print skirt that went all the way to her feet, and a skintight dark gray long-sleeved top that showed off her boobs.

I love seeing women with pretty boobs… I don’t know why. It’s probably because I wish I had some. Lisa’s are kind of middle-sized and a nice round shape. I had to make myself stop staring at them. She also had on a fashionable-looking turquoise scarf.

I felt really plain; I was just wearing a pair of jeans, my sneakers, and a blue sweatshirt. Even Julie was dressed way nicer than me, wearing a pair a stretch pants with lots of colors and a nice orange shirt that went down almost past her butt. And why was all this going through my mind right now?

“Well, hi, girls!” Lisa exclaimed. She gave us a smile that lit up her whole face. “How does lasagne sound for tonight?”

I thought it sounded wonderful. “Awesome!” I said.

“Yeah, way cool,” said Julie.

“Great,” said Lisa. “I’m glad you could come, Mallory. I suppose you two are in here after a snack?”

“Something like that,” Julie replied. She opened the fridge and looked around. “You like strawberry yogurt?” she called over her shoulder.

“Yeah, sure.”

She turned around with a container in her hand and put it on the table. Lisa leaned over and kissed her on the cheek, then turned to me and did the same thing. It was like an electric shock hit me, but in a good way. A really weird feeling! It’s probably because I’m not used to being kissed by adults I barely know. Even my mom hardly does that anymore.

“I’ll leave you girls to it,” Lisa said brightly, and left the kitchen. Julie got us bowls and spoons, and we sat down to devour our yogurt.

“She’s really nice,” I said between mouthfuls.

“Yeah, she’s cool,” said Julie. “I like that she doesn’t try to be my mom. She’s not even OLD enough to be my mom.” She giggled a little as she said it.

“I’m not sure how old she is,” I said, “but I think she just graduated a few years ago.”

“She’s 22,” said Julie. “My dad is ten years older than she is. But I don’t think it matters. They get along really good. And for me it’s almost like having a really cool big sister, except she sleeps in my dad’s room with him.”

My mind flashed to what THAT must involve. Stuff like that has been popping into my head more lately, and if I let myself think about it I start to feel all weird and tingly. I pushed it away.

After we finished our yogurt we went back to the main room. Mr. Hanson… Jason… was assembling a wall frame in the middle of the floor. He’d shoved all the furniture up against the walls and out of the way.

“Sorry about the mess, ladies,” he said with a grin, “but I can’t put these together outside. They won’t fit through the door. You might wanna scram; I’m gonna start sinking screws and the drill driver is pretty damn noisy.” He hefted the power tool in his hand.

Julie snickered. “Don’t have too much fun, old man,” she said with a giggle. “And try not to cut your hand off. I know who’ll get stuck cleaning up the blood.”

“You just keep right on being a smart-ass, young lady,” he shot back. “I’ll have you down here putting this crap together while I sit in the lazyboy sucking back a shot of Glenlivet.”

Julie laughed out loud and wrapped her arms around him. He hugged her back with his free hand, and then Julie detached, took my hand, and led me towards the staircase. My mind was swirling; I couldn’t imagine being so casual with my parents.

Just like my house, Julie’s place has a narrow, steep, enclosed old-house staircase. But once she opened the stairway door it was like stepping into a new world. The stairway was narrow but it was well lit, and the walls were a bright, pleasant aqua color.

“Wow,” I said as we went up, “this is sure different from the downstairs.”

“Dad did the upstairs first,” said Julie. “It was all one big open room up here, and somebody started a renovation before we came so it was pretty torn up. Dad turned it into two bedrooms. One for him and one for me.”

At the top of the stairs was a hallway. The first door led into Jason and Lisa’s bedroom, and the hallway ended with the door straight into Julie’s. She had the north half, and her room was painted a violet color with pink trim. Everything looked very new.

“Hey, this is great,” I said. “Your dad built all this?”

“Most of it,” she said. “The closet was already here. He said it would be easier to just tear it out and build a new one, but I really liked it so he took it out, redid the wall behind it, and then put it back together. Everything else he did from scratch. This was his first try so it’s not perfect. Look close at the walls.”

I took a closer look, and could see where the drywall mud was a little uneven in places. My uncle is a contractor, so I kind of know what to look for.

“Yeah, I see it,” I said. “But I had to look close. It’s not bad for a first try.”

“Oh, I don’t mind at all,” said Julie. “He worked so hard! He did my room first so it would feel like home for me.”

“Does it? Feel like home, I mean?”

“Yeah,” she said, flopping down on her bed. “I’m really happy here.”

We hung out in Julie’s room for a little while, first reading to each other from our fantasy series, then chatting a little about school and stuff. Julie has a computer in her room which totally blows me away… my parents won’t let me anywhere near a computer outside of school! We could hear Jason’s drill driver from downstairs.

After a bit we took Julie’s dog Benjie for a walk. He’s a big, friendly yellow lab. We walked him on a leash over to a grassy field over by the railroad track, and Julie unclipped the leash and let him run loose. We played fetch for a bit. I screwed up my courage.

“Julie…”

“Yeah?”

“Are you… you know… saved? Do you believe in Jesus Christ as your Lord and Saviour?”

The words sounded awkward and stupid coming out of my mouth, and right away I wished I hadn’t said them.

Julie didn’t answer right away. She took the stick back from Benjie, threw it, and then chewed on her lip for a minute.

“Is it important to you?” she asked. “I mean… are you only friends with people who believe in the same stuff you do?”

I didn’t even have to think about that, even for a second. I liked Julie way too much to let that come between us.

“No,” I told her. “It’s not. I just wanted to know. We don’t have to talk about it again.”

“Ok,” said Julie. “Let’s not then.”

***

Dinner was delicious. By the time we got back to the house Jason had the bathroom walls framed, and Lisa was taking the lasagne out of the oven. We ate at the kitchen table together, and I kept feeling like something was missing.

Finally it dawned on me… the TV wasn’t on! In fact, the whole time I’d been there the TV had not been on. I could vaguely hear the stereo playing some rock music from the living room. There’s almost NEVER a time in my house that people are awake and the TV is off. Weird!

Jason asked me some casual questions about my dad’s farming and stuff like that, and I told him as much as I understood. Lisa’s knee kept bumping my leg under the table… more often than you would expect. Once when it happened I looked up at her, and she smiled at me. Was she bumping my leg on purpose? Why would she do that?

We went back to Julie’s room after supper.

“Let’s get into our PJs,” said Julie. “Dad says we can stay up as late as we want, so let’s make it a pajama party.”

Without waiting for an answer she pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it into a hamper next to her closet, then pushed her stretch pants and socks to the floor. She stepped out of them, tossed them into the hamper, and was standing there in front of my wearing nothing but a pair of yellow panties! I realized I was staring with my mouth open. I closed it.

“Oh, come on,” she said with a scoff. “We’re both girls. We don’t need to be shy.”

I was nervous, but I didn’t want to seem like a scaredy-cat so I took off my own shirt, and then my jeans. I had on my blue panties with the pink elastic.

As I rolled up my dirty clothes and stuffed them into my overnight bag, I realized that Julie was watching me. Then I realized something weird: I LIKED her watching me. I got brave and turned to face her, standing up in just my underwear. We just looked at each other for a moment.

“You’re really pretty, you know,” Julie told me after minute or two. “After we put our PJs on, can I braid your hair?”

We got into some pajamas. Mine was a baggy two-piece set, and Julie went for a thick floor-length nightgown. Julie had me sit on the edge of bed, and she sat behind me on her knees. As she braided my hair I got a really warm, happy feeling, not just in my head but in my body. I loved having her fingers in my hair and sometimes touching my scalp. It didn’t take nearly as long as I wanted it too! Julie lay back on the bed.

“I wonder if they’re gonna do it tonight,” she said suddenly out of the blue.

“Do what?” I said, feeling a little stupid.

“You know, do it.”

Light dawned. “Oh,” I said. “Do that. Wait… you mean… you can hear them? Gross!”

Julie giggled. “Well,” she said, “their room is right next to mine. And Lisa’s pretty noisy. I thought it was kinda gross at first too, but… well… I kind of…”

She blushed.

“Kind of what?”

“Promise you won’t tell anyone?”

“Sure.”

“I kind of like hearing it now. It makes me feel… I don’t know how to explain it. But when I hear them, I kind of understand why people want to do that. You know?”

I started to say that I didn’t know, but then realized it wasn’t really true.

“I kind of know,” I said. “I mean, I’ve never heard my parents or anybody doing anything like that. But now that I know what it is I think about it sometimes and thinking about it makes me feel all weird and tingly. So I think I kind of know what you mean. It seems like adults really like to do it, so it probably feels good. Do you actually think we might hear them doing it?”

Julie thought about that for a minute.

“Probably not,” she said finally. “I bet they won’t do it when I have somebody over.”

“Why? I mean, do they know you can hear them?!”

Julie snickered. “If they don’t know it, they’re in lala land. Seriously, they make A LOT of noise!”

This conversation was really starting to give me that tingly feeling! I was relieved and disappointed all at the same time when we started talking about other stuff. Julie and I ended up watching a DVD movie on her computer… it was the first time I’d seen a TV or anything like that being used in the house all day.

Boy, I wish my parents would let me have a computer in my room! Not that I’m dumb enough to ask for one. By the time our movie was over Jason and Lisa had gone to bed. I was oddly disappointed that we hadn’t heard them doing sex.

Julie and I slept together in her bed. It’s a nice big full-size bed with plenty of room for two girls, but Julie snuggled up close and wrapped her arm around me. I liked it. We talked for awhile, then decided it was time to get some sleep. Julie seemed to pass right out, but I couldn’t sleep right away. Her warm body pressed up against mine was making me feel all tingly again. What’s with this? I don’t understand what it is. I like it and don’t like it all at the same time.

The next day Julie was up before I was, and woke me up by shoving a plate of eggs and bacon in my face. We ate together sitting on her bed, then got dressed for the day.

We did stuff together in the house until it warmed up a little outside, then after lunch we spent the afternoon riding our bikes. Some other kids linked up with us, and we all biked over to the park and hung out for awhile. Some of them seemed a little surprised to see Julie hanging around with me, but nobody said anything and everybody was nice. When we got back to the house Jason was lighting the barbecue grill.

“I figure we might as well,” he said. “Probably the last decent day for it. By the way, Mallory, I just talked to your dad. Sounds like your mom wants to go spend the night with your grandma or something like that. If you want to spend another night here, he’ll drop off another change of clothes in awhile. You can just get dressed for church here in the morning and ride your bike over there.”

Mom wanting to stay with Grandma isn’t great news… it means her and Dad had another big fight. But getting to stay another night with Julie wasn’t something I was about to say no to, either!

Dad dropped my things off while we were eating. Jason invited him to pull up a chair and have some food, but he said he had to get back and left.

After we ate we sat around outside for a little while, enjoying the last warm sunshine we’ll probably get this year. Jason brought out an acoustic guitar and we sang some songs. He plays really good!

After we came inside, Julie said that she needed a bath and wanted to know if I would take one with her. I blinked, and she said the same thing she had the night before. “We’re girls, right? We all have the same stuff!”

The bathtub they have is huge, one of those iron things on clawed feet. Jason mentioned that although that bathroom won’t be there anymore when he’s done remodeling, he’s keeping the tub.

There was plenty of room for Julie and I to sit at opposite ends of the tub. I did my best not to stare when she took off her underwear, but I’ve never really seen another girl’s you-know-what before. She looked right at me down there when I was taking off my panties.

“See?” she said. “Same stuff!”

We lounged in the tub and chatted. I relaxed after a little while, but I had that tingly feeling again. We started washing after awhile, and it was Julie’s idea that we wash each other’s backs and hair.

I did her first, and I was feeling more than just tingly now. I felt a little out of breath. I took a washcloth to her back and went way slower than I needed to. It felt so good to touch her. Then I washed her hair, loving the feeling of her scalp under my fingers.

When she washed me, I felt like she was also taking longer than it really took. Was she enjoying it as much as I did? I wish I knew! But it felt like her fingers sliding across my back were sending little jolts of electricity through my entire body. I closed my eyes and got lost in it… I never wanted it to stop.

But it did. We rinsed, drained the tub, dried off, put on our PJs, and went upstairs. We slipped under the covers of Julie’s bed, and this time I snuggled up to her instead of the other way around. She turned so she was facing me and put her arms around me. We squeezed each other tight.

“I’m glad you’re my friend,” she whispered.

“Me too,” I whispered back. We got into a more comfortable position and started whispering back and forth, mostly about school stuff. A few minutes later we heard footsteps coming up the stairs… just one person. The footsteps were light, so I figured it must be Lisa. There was a light tap on the bedroom door.

“Come in,” Julie called out.

The door opened, and Lisa stood framed in the doorway. Her jeans hugged every curve in her legs and hips. I hope I’m half as pretty when I’m grown up.

“You girls need anything?” she wanted to know.

“We’re good, I think,” said Julie. “Are you going to bed?”

“I think so. Your dad is going to be up for awhile… you know he’s filling in for those shows next month, and he wants to get a start on learning the songs. I think I’ll just read for awhile and crash on my own tonight. Goodnight, girls.”

We both said goodnight, and she closed the door behind her. A second later we heard the door to the other bedroom close.

“She reads really cool books,” Julie whispered. “I don’t think I’m supposed to read them, but I snuck in and flipped through a few of them once.”

“Really? What does she read?”

“They’re like these romance books, but not like the ones my aunt reads. There’s a lot of really dirty stuff in them. Like, you know, sex and stuff. Not just regular sex either. Like, some of them have women having sex with women.”

I kinda knew about that stuff… that women did stuff together and they were called lesbians. But I wasn’t quite sure how something like that was supposed to work! And I knew my parents thought it was very wrong.

“Wow,” I said. “Do you think she’s reading one now?”

“As far as I know it’s the only kind of book she reads,” Julie whispered back.

I wasn’t sure what to say to that, and Julie didn’t seem to have anything to add either. We just lay there in silence for a little while and I thought we’d both just drift off to sleep. But just as my brain was starting to feel all mushy like it does just before I doze off, I heard a gasp from the other room.

I lifted my head a little so my ears were off the pillow and I could hear ragged, heavy breathing. I glanced over at Julie. Her eyes were wide open and I could tell that she was listening too.

“Is she crying?” I whispered urgently.

“I don’t think so,” Julie whispered back. “I hear this sometimes when she goes to bed by herself. I think she’s… I think the word for it is master-baiting.”

“Master what?”

“I’m not sure. If I understand it right, it’s kind of like sex and feels really good. Only you do it by yourself.”

I was really confused, but I shut up and listened carefully. The breathing from the other room was getting louder and more ragged. Then there was a little moan.

Suddenly I realized that Julie was running her fingers up and down my arm as we listened. That tingly feeling was getting really intense! I was having trouble breathing just like before in the bathtub, only a lot worse.

Lisa moaned again, this time louder. Then another moan.

My hand was on Julie’s leg, and I started rubbing it up and down with my fingertips.

I realized Julie’s breathing was kind of raggedy too. The moans were coming every couple of seconds now, and getting higher and louder. Then there were a few short moans really fast and a long, loud one. The bed creaked a little. Then it was quiet in there.

Julie and I were facing each other with our foreheads almost touching. I couldn’t catch my breath, and from the sound of it neither could she.

“What’s happening, Julie?” I whispered. It came out shuddery and harsh. “I feel really weird. Is it always like this when you hear this stuff?”

“Kind of, but not this much,” she said, her whispered voice sounding just as forced as mine. “This is worse than it’s ever been. I’m all shuddery and sweaty and I can’t breath and…”

She stopped.

“And what?”

“I feel all warm inside of my panties. And kind of wet.”

I realized that I felt that way too. Now I was getting scared.

“I think maybe this is what it feels like to be turned on,” she whispered. “You know, to want to have sex.”

“I feel like I want something,” I whispered, “and like I’m gonna go crazy if I don’t get it. You know?”

“Yeah. I wish I knew what to do about it.”

We just lay there in the dark, holding each other. I tried to think about anything else, anything at all. After awhile the feeling started to slip away… a little, at least. I realized Julie had dozed off. I don’t think it was much longer before I fell asleep too.

This morning I was up before Julie. I felt… I don’t know how to say it. Like something I needed was being held out in front of me and I couldn’t reach it. Hang on, let me check my thesaurus. I keep one for my creative writing class. There’s the word I was looking for! Unfulfilled. I was feeling unfulfilled. But I didn’t know why. I still don’t.

I went downstairs to use the bathroom, and Lisa was making pancakes.

“Morning, sleepyhead!”

“Hi,” I said. I couldn’t look at her. I felt awkward. But she walked right up to me, took my chin in her hand, and turned my face up towards hers.

“Hope I didn’t keep you girls up last night,” she said with a twinkle in her eye. I could feel myself blushing.

“I… I mean, I don’t know what…”

“Well, sometimes I kind of, you know, read out loud.” she gave me a wink, then turned back to her pancakes. She knows that we heard, I thought. I think maybe she wanted us to hear. I didn’t know what to think.

Julie came down a few minutes later, and gave Lisa a hug and kiss as if nothing had happened. Then she hugged and kissed me, and was her usual cheerful chatty self.

Okay, I decided. If they can be all cool and normal, I can too. We dug into breakfast, then Julie and I went upstairs so I could get dressed for church.

By this time Julie and I had seen all of each other, so I just took off my pajamas and started changing into the church clothes Dad had brought over. Julie watched me for a moment, then started getting dressed for the day.

“Hey,” she said, “I had a lot of fun this weekend. I want to do it again sometime.”

“Me too,” I said. “Maybe you can stay over at my place soon. Or something. I really like doing stuff with you.”

Neither of us mentioned what we heard last night, or how it made us feel, or the stuff we talked about then. Maybe that’s best.

Will the shared secrets lead to more revelations?

 

16 Comments on Pages from a Diary – Chapter 2

  1. kim says:

    Very well done. Still love how real it feels. Just those little moments with Julie and Mallorey are so hot.

  2. z says:

    Very interesting to see the little girls perspectives and being able to feel what they’re feeling and how confusing your own body can be at that age, and what your body is trying to tell you, but you’re so confused about it because it’s a new feeling that you’ve never come across before, especially love and death, those are some hard things to grasp when you’re a kid. Get rid of that girl’s bigot father though, somehow someway, please get him to be put in his place. I know this is taking place in the south and that for some small southern towns they hold their religion very highly, but do you have to influence your kids and the way they grow up to think? This is partly the reason why some kids grow up to be homophobic because their parents are and so they see the way their religious parents think of gays, and it becomes this never-ending cycle of gays against the southerners and discrimination against gays in the south. When me and my gay female friend and her girlfriend were going to Yellowstone with her parents one summer and we had to travel through a part of Arkansas, I can’t begin to tell you how many stores and restaurants had signs saying “NO GAYS ALLOWED (any time!)”. How is that even legal? I also hate it when very religious people say God says gay people are sinners, so how does God hate gays when he created them? or that Jesus would call a gay person a sinner and say they’re going to burn in hell, that doesn’t sound like the Jesus I was taught about in bible school because there is biblical proof that states Jesus could have been bisexual.

    • Rachael Yukey says:

      Hello again, Z! The story is set in rural Minnesota, not the south.

      • Lily says:

        As a Southerner, we’re used to such value judgments against us. And even coming from a religious household I can tell you not all of us grow up with such bigotry.

  3. C-hop says:

    Where is chapter 1?

  4. sallyanne says:

    wow really good story love the way its going

  5. Cheryl says:

    Rachael,

    I am LOVING the s-s-s-s-l-l-l-l-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-w-w-w-w-w-w burn in this story, knowing it will get very hot at some point and enjoying the heat as it rises a few notches with each chapter.

    This has become my newest favorite story. ;)

  6. Miss Phael says:

    Loving the literary foreplay. Can’t wait for more.

  7. Julian says:

    This was the very best writing I have ever read, and not just erotic writing either. I’m loving it. It flows from the page with such ease and alludes to more interaction between the characters without teasing, very skillfully done.

    You are a very fine writer.

    Julian

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