Chapter Eight. I can’t believe I just did that

I can’t believe I just did that! Trent ran her fingers over her lips and tried to capture Juliet’s taste again. “So much for taking it slow, Trent, ” she grumbled and rubbed at her face harshly. She was astonished to find her hands were still shaking. What the hell is it about this woman that just sets me reeling? And I invited her in. I never invite anyone into my home.

Moving almost through rote, Trent began to lock up her home for the night, hanging up her jacket and removing her shoes at the bottom of the stairs. She quickly went upstairs, her whole body vibrating with the arousal Juliet had left her with. Getting ready for bed, Trent tried to calm her yearnings by going through the motions of brushing her teeth and finding something to sleep in. She tugged on her sleep tee over a pair of shorts and padded into her bedroom, a much more furnished room than the floor below. A large bed took up most of the room. Shelves lined with DVDs and books framed the walls and small keepsakes were scattered in between. Trent turned off the light and lay down on her bed, but her body thrummed with an energy all its own. She turned on the television to distract her. Trent moaned as the last thing put in the DVD player sparked to life once again on the screen. Two women kissed and fondled each other and Trent grew even more uncomfortably damp. Her body was tight, her skin crying out for contact. Trent slipped a hand inside her shorts and tugged on her already hardened clitoris, rolling it between her fingers, exposing the head from its hood and running her wetness over it. With her free hand she ran her palm over her breasts and circled her tight nipples with her hard-skinned thumb. With the accompanying sounds from the TV urging her on, Trent drew herself ever closer to orgasm, assuaging the tension building inside her with her own touch. Knowing exactly how to press to get her clitoris harder, Trent let her fingers run over her flesh. With her eyes closed she pictured Juliet’s face above her, that long blond hair teasing her. Those slender fingers were suddenly the fingers squeezing her nipples and making them highly sensitive. Trent could almost feel Juliet’s body beside her, and it was her hands that pushed Trent over the edge, her voice that urged Trent on as the spasms rocked through her. Trent bit her lip to stop herself from calling out Juliet’s name as she came hard. Body shaking, her breath shuddering from her lungs, Trent finally lay wasted on her sheets, her mind barely registering the sounds of further excitement coming from the TV.

“Shit, I am in so much trouble.” Trent carefully removed her hands from her sensitive flesh. “Just one kiss and she’s got me with my hand straight down my shorts.” She reached for the TV remote and savagely shut it off, unable to hear any more of the women’s groans of pleasure. She lay in the darkness and waited for her body to calm, all the time thinking about Juliet and how she had felt in her arms.

It was going to be a long night.

Trent groaned as a soft tongue teased the wetness between her legs and spread kisses over her clitoris. Each brush of lips made Trent buck and moan aloud.

“Stop teasing me, ” she growled and pressed a hand to the back of Corrine’s head.

Bright green eyes looked up from Trent’s body. “You know you like it when I tease. It gets you wetter.” Her tongue flicked over Trent’s opening and Trent’s hips rose as the need to be filled consumed her.

“Just fuck me, Corrine, you’re driving me crazy.” She grabbed more hair and pressed Corrine closer to her point of need.

“Just because you’ve just had me screaming out your name with half your hand inside me doesn’t mean I can’t take it soft and slow with you.”

Trent whined pitifully. “I’m too far gone for soft and slow. Just stick your fingers in there and get me off.”

“God, you’re such a guy.” Corrine laughed and sucked Trent’s clitoris firmly into her mouth.

“Christ, yes, just like that.” Trent panted as the warning rush of orgasm tightened her stomach muscles. Her focus was centered on the feel of soft lips and tongue tipping her ever closer to the edge.

“Trent, why are you home from school? ”

The sound of her father’s voice coming unannounced through her bedroom door caught Trent and Corrine off guard. He pushed open Trent’s bedroom door and found them, Trent spread out on the bed, naked from the waist down, school shirt up exposing her breasts, and Corrine with her face pressed firmly between Trent’s legs, her lips covered with wetness.

Trent’s father’s face turned an ugly shade of purple as he screamed, “You dare bring this filth into my house? ” He roughly grabbed Corrine by her hair and wrenched her off the bed. He flung her to the floor and directed his ire on Trent, who was trying to scramble for her clothes. The first blow knocked her back against the wall, the second cut open her scalp as his ornate wedding ring cut into her flesh. Trent dimly noticed Corrine snatching up her clothing and running out the room, but the sound of her feet on the stairs was quickly lost in the sound of Trent’s father shouting.

“You bring shame to this household. It’s bad enough you have to look like a man without possessing the sinful qualities of one too.” The next blow cut Trent’s lip open, and she cowered under her father’s rage.

“Dad, please—”

“I am not your father; you are not my child. No child of mine would reduce herself so low to be disrespectful to God and give in to the temptation of the flesh. You disgust me, queer.”

Trent flinched at the words that she heard so often in the house to describe those her father hated. She’d known it would be all too soon before he turned the words on her. She just hadn’t expected him to find out so graphically. She cursed herself for being so stupid as to skip school and bring her girlfriend home. She scrambled back into her clothing hastily, fastening buttons with shaking fingers. Her father towered over her, his face contorted in fury.

“You will not leave this house again. When I get back tonight, we will get the elders in and they will counsel you from your deviant ways.” He took a step back and looked about her room. “I’ve been too lenient with you, indulged your wayward leanings.” He swept an arm along her desktop and knocked the game console and its games to the floor. Systematically, he smashed the whole lot under his feet, stomping the game cartridges and breaking them to pieces, crushing the console and ripping apart Trent’s books.

“Dad, please no…” Trent’s words went unheeded as his anger fuelled the destruction he wrought.

When he had finished, her room was destroyed and everything was ruined. “You need to think on your actions, Trent Williams, because tonight you will be judged. Be thankful I have to go back to work now because I would deal with you myself. I would beat the devil out of you. Wait until your mother and sisters find out what has been going on under our roof. They will be as disgusted as I am by your filthy perversion.” He took a step forward, but the sound of his pager going off distracted him. “Don’t you dare leave this house. I’ll deal with you later, child.”

Trent stayed on the bed as her father swept out of the room slamming her door. The door lock slid into place, trapping her inside. She strained to hear his footsteps leave and peeked from the window as his car pulled out of the drive. She rushed to gather up clothing and anything else she could salvage. She grabbed a duffel bag from under the bed, opening drawers and shoving clothes into it. She wiped at the blood trickling down her face and cast a quick look at herself in the mirror. “Christ, I look terrible, ” she gasped, assessing the damage. She began to cry at the wreckage piled on her floor. She slipped to her knees and tried to see if any of her games could be saved. She began to sob in earnest as she picked up the broken pieces of her most treasured possessions, the things that had kept her sane in a house ruled by her father and his righteous ways. Only one had remained intact and she shoved it into her bag protectively. She wiped at her forehead to try to stem the flow of blood there and lifted up the hood of her sweatshirt to hide her battered face. She shouldered her duffel bag and then opened the bedroom window. She eased out onto the window ledge and gauged her drop to the bushes below. Without a backward glance or care for her safety, she jumped from the window and landed in the privet hedge. Her shoulder wrenched at the impact, but she ignored the lancing pain and was quickly on her feet and running as far away as she could go.

Trent shot bolt upright in bed, wrenched from sleep. She struggled to catch her breath while her heart pounded erratically in her chest. Wincing at the rawness in her throat, she came to the realization that she’d woken herself up screaming. Trent ran a shaking hand through her hair and squinted at the clock on her bedside. It read 3: 55 a.m.

“Shit.” She rubbed at her face, startled to find tears on her cheeks. “Goddamn it, ” she said and untangled herself from the bed sheets. She padded into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Trent stepped under the running water, gasping at the cold spray before it turned lukewarm. The tepid temperature did nothing to banish her shivers, but Trent knew all too well that chill came from the nightmare and not the cool air of the summer night. She didn’t stay long under the water. She toweled off roughly and found clean clothes to wear. For a moment Trent considered going back to bed, but the dream was still too fresh in her mind for her to settle back down. She checked the clock one more time and weighed her options. Someone, somewhere in the world would be online and willing to play. She bypassed her bedroom and headed for a door farther down the hall. Sometimes, in the quiet of the night, knowing that someone was out there ready to go into battle at her side, albeit in a game, was the only thing that kept Trent sane.

I’ll sleep later. For now I just need to escape.