The Golden Queen - Chapter 10
The dark, the light and everything in between
Chapter 9 / Chapter 10 / Chapter 11
Welcome to Chapter 10 - which is a bit steamy!
Music plays such a large part in my writing, so here are the two songs I’ve listened to…over and over again.
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And remember:
This is how sad I am - I lost track of time whilst making labels… for everything.
I just didn’t realise how late it was until, for some reason, I looked out the window and saw it was getting dark.
“Heavens, it’s that late! Right, better start to tidy up.” Getting up from the low desk was an effort, but the desk had allowed me to spread all the laminating and cutting out. So much to do. Lists, lists and more lists.
Truthfully, Teachers get off on this kind of stuff! Give me coloured cards, textas, glitter and glue with an assignment to make a poster using the acronym FANBOYS, and I’m in seventh heaven. Sad, really sad! Some people like to fight fires; I like to work with children, glitter and glue!
A wave of tired dizziness washed over me. “I need a feed. Salt airs making me hungry!” I laughed, reminded that’s what my Mum would say. Anytime we were hungry near the beach on holidays, it was all due to the clean sea air.
But right now, my head wasn’t clearing, so I decided to sit on a desk and let my brain wind down. These migraines were starting to become a worry. I’d not felt this particular type before, but bloody hell, they packed a punch!
Perching on one of the tall high school tables, legs dangling in the air, I rubbed my closed eyes, trying to release the tension. Breathing in and out slowly, I tried to make my back and neck stop trying to pull my brain out of my skull.
Something moved between my legs.
My eyes flicked open as a shocked breath followed.
We were face to face!
Him and me.
He stood right between my legs, breathing heavily and radiating warmth, with his cheek almost touching my own.
Hot hands now resting warmly on my thighs. Deep blue/green eyes stared into my own. In all his t-shirt and ripped jeans glory. The heat from his body emanated so strongly that it was as if he were his own personal sun. My head swam with tantalising delight as the scent of sandalwood, musk, and saltwater enveloped us.
In slow, tentative motion, he leant forward.
Taj’s overly warm cheek rubbed gently against mine, breath tainted with peppermint. A gentle kiss was placed reverently on my neck. Then, leaning back, his beautiful eyes checked for my reaction.
Following my tender smile and nod of acceptance, soft, warm lips caressed the blushing skin of my right cheek, then my left… And finally, with my heart hammering, his lips made firm, warm contact with my quivering pair.
Every anxious fibre of my body jumped to attention. It felt as if this was my first kiss.
Taj’s hand caressed the side of my jaw as I gently (I would like to think in a LADY-like manner …whatever… OMG) gripped his waist and coaxed him closer between my legs.
One strong hand slid softly up the back of my thigh. His other hand slid down my neck, caressing my skin with his fingertips; he moved down into the loose opening of my t-shirt. Leisurely, gentle fingers slipped under the cloth into my bra and breast.
Wicked thoughts blossomed in my mind.
No one would see.
No lights are on.
Just us, alone, safe and sound.
Lust leaned in and whispered, ‘And if we didn’t, ya gonna combust and burn the building down!’
Safety first, people, safety first!
Taj gently lifted my thigh, pulling me closer to himself and pushing my legs apart with his body. I ran one hand down from his hip to his jeans-clad bum and the other up onto his warm, muscular back, pulling him tightly to me.
We began to ease back onto the desk, our lips never parting but gently caressing each other. He was so warm! Everything about him, every smell, touch and pressure screamed male, gorgeous, beautiful, magnetic male.
A creek from the wooden floorboards cracked loudly.
“You’ll go blind in the dark.”
A blinding light flashed into the murky darkness.
I sat bolt upright.
Lost my balance.
Twisted to compensate.
Fell off the edge of the desk with a thump.
Then, jumped up from the wooden floor in a dazed stance.
A bright, blinding torchlight flashed everywhere, making the classroom’s furniture shadows dance across the walls. Heart beating a rapid tattoo. Well, here we go again! Gunna not only embarrass myself, I’m gunna drag Taj down with me.
The blinding light of a torch pushed itself into the room. Helen came in behind it two seconds later.
“I thought you were still here! Said to Pauley he should start the genny for you! Then he said, ‘Go and get her. Tell her to stop working so hard, 'cause we're all gonna have a Barbie for tea.’ You hungry?”
I looked at…
No one… but me in the class!
Oh, please, no, not again. I was doing so well with my grip on reality. But it was undeniable: I was by myself and about to burst into flames. My mind was spinning. Taj’s lips had been on mine; his eyes had stared into mine, I had been grabbing his butt, and he had caressed my boob. Peppermint lingered in my mouth!
Helen looked at me. “Did you fall asleep? You look a bit hot and dizzy. Did I wake you up?”
“Ahh, well… um… yes, maybe. I must have fallen asleep.”
“Oh, your poor little chick!” Helen came over and patted me on the back. “Don’t work yourself down to the bone on your first day. Come out of this stuffy, dark ol’ place and have some tea. We’re having fresh, caught-by-hand Salmon!”
Very aware that bits of my anatomy were still very much on fire, I stood in my doorway, waving to Helen as her lightsabre torch cut its way through the darkness.
Making the excuse that I needed to put on a jumper and jeans before making my way over to the BBQ. Helen responded with, “Good idea!” Blissfully unaware that I just needed to get my mental poop pile back into a …reasonable mound!
“Something as lovely as you will just get eaten alive by mozzies!”
Going inside, it was now too dark to see properly. Not wanting to waste fuel by starting the genny or have the hut lit up and no one home, there was only one other alternative source of light.
Hanging from a large old nail on the back of the kitchen’s right-hand side bedroom was the gas lantern. I pumped it hard a couple of times, then lit it with a shaking hand. After stomping into my bedroom, the lantern was carefully placed on the old dressing table. It was only then, with a quaking soul, that I turned and looked at my reflection in the wardrobe mirror.
“You’re a nut job, you know that! This is twice now! Twice, you’ve been totally delusional! You’ve really taken it to the furthest limits that anyone could! OMG, I am totally insane.”
Running my fingers through my hair, I stared back at the reflection of my shaking hands.
“Does being rejected by the biggest narcissist in the world result in this? OMG …Cassie! You’re losing it, girl! Now get dressed. Try to hang on to reality as hard as you possibly can!”
The last was said with a fearful, warbled tone.
My reflection looked back at me, ashamed and resolute at keeping our mental poop in one semi-normal pile. I think pointing my finger at her really brought home the gravity of the situation.
Whilst roughly pulling out a pair of jeans from my set of draws, the berating of myself continued.
“Just stupid…. Really, really stupid!”
Shorts were pulled quickly down then abandoned on the cream and spotted green lino. On roughly went my jeans. Stomping back up to the yellow wardrobe mirror, addressing myself with a now shuddering compelling hands.
“Keep it together! Don’t be tempted. Even though that was the most erotic, enjoyable, and best delusional episode you’ve ever had! Don’t! Just don’t be tempted to do it again! Your imagination is running riot! Get… it… under… control!”
Lust was now relaxing, stretched out on my bed. A stupid, smug smile ensconced on her face!
Whilst zipping up my jeans, I caught her eye. She was given a dirty look, which was unabashedly ignored.
On went the Uggy boots. It was starting to cool down, and there was no way I was going to get cold feet! Bugger style! A grey, long-sleeve hoodie jacket was found in another draw, pulled on and then zipped up. Another look in the mirror with my most sombre expression.
“Please don’t start masturbating in public! I would just die! I would just... die… if that happened! Keep your poop in one pile girl! In one …stable …normal …pile!”
Bloody hell, my bra was so scratchy! There was nothing for it! No way, could I keep that itch undealt with all night. “Blooming hell fire! Don’t tell me I’ve been bitten by a flea!”
Unceremoniously my jacket was unzipped, and in a very un-ladylike manner, I reached under my boob and scratched around in my bra. “What the…? I whispered. A small, opaque and concaved disk sat proudly in my palm.
“What the...?” Was repeated again, marking how intrigued I was at my find.
Not able to see it properly in the dim light, the disc was held as close to the gas lamp’s light as I possibly dared.
“Please don’t tell me I have a terrible skin disease!”
“No! …No, it couldn’t be. How the… could that get into my bra?”
The scale of a large fish innocently rested on the end of my quivering finger! Standing up straight, my eyes were drawn to the dark outside my bedroom window.
Can you hear my cogs turning?
Back again, closer to the gas lamp, for a real close look. Yep, it was a fish’s scale. How the living bejinkies did I get a fish’s scale in my bra? Under my boob crease? I hadn’t done a load of washing here! I hadn’t been fishing. I hadn’t even eaten any fish. There were no fish here at home. No fish at school!
All the little cogs buzzing around in my head slowly moved the big brain cog. Finally, a connection was made.
“No…!”
Stepping back to quizzically look at myself in the mirror and once more to the gas light for a third time, staring at the scale as close as I could without burning my eyelashes. “Nah… No-way… No… Surely… it can’t be!”
Looking down at the very tangible, it’s right here, fish scale, sitting proudly in my hand. The real, solid fish scale, from a real fish from out of the real sea! Out of all the people who had gone fishing today and caught Salmon… a large fish with big silvery concave scales. One of them had, not 10 minutes ago, had his hand down my bra! And on the same boob!
‘Surely, if it had been there all day, it would have annoyed you sooner than this?
Realisation question as she stared at the scale. ‘Surely, this is a logical assumption? …surely?’
But… I thought, how did he get out of the class and past Helen without being seen? Maybe, he’d just hidden under a desk? I hadn’t checked!
Lust called out from the bed. ‘It’s ‘For REAL’!!!’
Realisation looked over my shoulder and stated thoughtfully. ‘Be careful! If you ask him or accuse him, and it’s not the reason for the scaly boob. You’re going to look like the biggest idiot in the world!’
Grabbing a tissue off my dressing table, I wrapped the scale carefully in it, making sure there was no chance of it falling out. Then, after firmly placing both tissue and scale in my hoodie pocket, I looked in the mirror, pausing for a moment.
“Sorry! Maybe you’re not as mad as I thought you were!”
Then a scintillating thought crossed my mind.
Sex God had come to me…
To me!
…Me!
…I mean ME!............
Wow!
Lust rolled over to her side, stretched on my bed, and giggled as she crossed her knees and gave me a, Told you so! look.
Zipping up my hoody, I gave myself a ‘cats got the cream’ smile.
“Suck that, Carl!”
Laughing and flipping the bird to the imaginary Carl, who stood in the mirror watching me.
Lust poked her tongue out at him, too!
He was visibly shocked at our cockiness.
Good!