1. Eating Breakfast In Glass Slippers


    Date: 11/8/2014, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: TheScheherezadeFeint, Rating: 26, Source: LushStories

    wrong with me?” “I think the better question is 'what's wrong with him?' He's the screwed up one in this scenario. Plain, simple; cut, dry.” He hugs me. “Matty...” I say, holding my friend as tightly as ever I have. “Hey...” He says, stroking my hair, and holding me too, “It's alright.” We stay like that a while. Periodically my quiet sobbing changes to a whine or moan. The screaming is done. In some ways, we really were over long ago. It's almost like I don't even know why I was here yesterday; why I was wearing that ridiculous thing in the first place. Anybody who speaks of that aloud is dead to me, though. Given a few more minutes, some water, and a valium, I calm down a bit. He holds up two dresses for me to choose from, and I gesture toward a sort of light blue one with a dark blue print, which he tosses to me, and I attempt to crawl into. Matt has to help even with this, after which we start heading downstairs. As we approach the hotel's dining room, I look at him, biting my lip and shaking my head. “What?” I shake more vigorously. “No.” “We have to go. They're expecting us.” “I... I can't.” Soon I begin pacing in circles and breathing quickly. He doesn't know what to do, and hugs me. My friends appear, quite suddenly, dressed and ready, putting me to shame. “What's up?” Ursula asks. “She needs a minute, I think. Want to stall her parents?” he asks her, “You know them best.” “I certainly do,” she says, clearly dubious regarding the privilege. “Thanks,” I hear him say ...
    as she leads Jasmine and Andrea to the dining room. I simply enter the nearest bathroom and put some water on my face, staring at it in the mirror again, twisted and damaged by fright and disgust. Disappointment, more than anything is what sickens it. “I am not okay,” I tell him as he looks at me, then ask, “What have you got in your bag for that?” “What do you mean?” he asks. “Come on, we partied together every night for two years. You took me to the clubs on my twenty-first, and taught me what's safe and what isn't. I know it's something.” “I know it's something too,” he says, “But I couldn't tell you the exact balance...” “Yeah?” “Jasmine's exchange student gave it to me. He and I hit the clubs last weekend, and I can say pretty much beyond a reasonable doubt that it should lift your spirits. You'd have to promise to stay with us a few days though, for the aftershocks.” “It's that strong?” “Uh-huh.” Very seriously, I look him in the eyes, take his hands and say,“That's what I need, today. Can you take me out like the old days? Erase a few years?” Matthew smiles and nods, “I'll see what I can do.” He kisses me on the cheek, and a moment later a library card lays on the counter next to a cut-off pen-cap on the sink, as he locks the door. Next he produces a small bag of white granules. Carefully, using the corner of the card he removes two, small identical mounds of delicate, razor sharp snow and places them on the edge of the counter. Chopping them and crushing them into ...
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