6teen Fan Fiction ❯ Another Lemon in The Lemon ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: AladdinAbu 
"Being mean to you was fun... but being nice was funner. Thanks for scratching my itch."
Non Anime: 6teen Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance | Type: Shoujo-ai | Uploaded On: 02.19.2011 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 320 | Status: Completed
"Being mean to you was fun... but being nice was funner. Thanks for scratching my itch."
Non Anime: 6teen Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance | Type: Shoujo-ai | Uploaded On: 02.19.2011 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 320 | Status: Completed
~Another Lemon in the Lemon~
(or, My Kingdom For A Locksmith!)
(or, Seven Whole Grains On A Mission...ary Position)
(or... okay, I can't use EVERY title or nobody else will have any)
by AladdinAbu
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~[PART 3]
"HELLO?!"
Jen sat up quickly, feeling something trying to trap her arms; she fought free of it in seconds. As she swiped at the drool in the corner of her mouth, she realized something was off. Where was her bed? Where were her clothes?
"I said, is ANYONE in there?"
"Huh?"
"HELLO? Miss, do you require assistance?!"
Thundering like a herd of wild elephants, everything came rushing back: she was in the Lemon, in the mall. They'd been trapped for hours, at the very least. And by they, she meant...
"OH GOD!"
"Miss!"
"Uhh," she called out nervously, gaping at the nude form of Caitlin still curled up on the floor, sleeping soundly in a mockery of the fetal position. Had they really done everything she remembered them doing, or was it some surreal nightmare? All evidence pointed away from the nightmare scenario. "Yeah! I mean, yes please, I require assistance!"
"Do you need me to break down the door? Are you being tortured or held hostage in any-"
"NO! Wait, that is- I'm not being held hostage, I'm j-just locked in - my f-friend and I, all night! Can you find a locksmith, or something?"
A strange grumbling came from the male voice on the outside of the Lemon. "Very well, I'll register this as a 4-15 in progress... freakin' kids..."
As the man ambled off and barked into his walkie-talkie, Jen lashed out with her leg and kicked Caitlin hard in the midsection, soliciting a loud grunt and surprised gasp. "Wake UP!"
"What in the f- Jen?!" Caitlin slurred stupidly, wobbling as she pushed up on her elbow. "What's going on?!"
"We're naked in the Lemon - we have to get dressed!"
The blonde's baby blues blinked several times, uncomprehending. "We are? Wait... am I dreaming? No, I'm not - because we- AAH!"
"Shh," Jen whispered as she attempted to use her arms to cover her vulnerable flesh. "Don't look. It's not like we're- okay, we just need to get dressed, that's all. Ron the rent-a-cop is scaring up a locksmith, and if we're not-"
"Oh my God... Jen, we didn't d-do what I th-think we- HOW?!"
Jen gritted her teeth as she desperately struggled into underwear. "There's no time to be thinking about that right now! We need to be getting into clothes, and cleaning up- SHIT, the dried blood! What are we going to do about all this?!"
"But we- how could this have happened? We were fine, chilling out in the Lemon, and suddenly BAM! We're going at it like rabbits! Did the lemons ferment or something?!"
"No," Jen admitted, stopping after she'd yanked her skirt over her hips to take stock, come clean. "Caitlin... there's something I should probably tell you about. You remember that granola bar I let you snack on?"
"Sure."
"It wasn't, um... your typical granola bar. It had some kind of ancient Eastern voodoo mixture in it, or whatever. Nikki gave it to me, and she told me it was guaranteed to make your date crawl all over you like ants at a picnic."
"Ohh..." Caitlin was only still beginning to connect the dots. "But wait a second... then why.... wh-why would you give it to me un- unless-"
"It wasn't supposed to be you who ate it," she sighed, stuffing her feet into her socks as she spoke. "Remember Corey?"
"Right... you were going to chase him down after- OH! So you were going for- whoa..."
Jen blushed. "I know, I know... underhanded. But we d-don't really have time to dwell, because-"
"Yes, you're so right!" said Caitlin as she leapt into action, throwing on her clothes with reckless abandon. Just as she was yanking the babydoll tee over her head, she said, "So... I mean, I don't want to ask something too weird... but are we-"
"No sir!" Jen burst out. "I m-mean, I'm not trying to say I regret it, or that you weren't- but come on, we're two girls, right? That'd never work out!"
Caitlin laughed musically, as if relieved - even though her cheeks were darkening. "Of course not, don't be silly! What I meant to ask was, are we okay? Because that was pretty... uh, I mean, I'd hate for such an intense, uh, 'incident' to stand in the way of us being shopping buddies like we are."
"Perish the thought; we'll always be tight. I mean, you don't share a traumatizing experience like working for Big Steve and not come away with a life-long friendship."
"That's true, that's true."
Suddenly, there was a lot of commotion outside the door; listening closely, the girls could tell someone was trying to get the mechanism to snap open. When none of that worked, they heard an unfamiliar voice say, "I got somethin' for that; hang on..."
"Jen," Caitlin whispered as quietly as possible, grabbing her upper arm in a firm grip. "I... listen, before they spring us, and this all comes to an end..."
"Yes?"
The luscious lips latching onto hers not only shocked Jen, but exhilirated her, speeding up her blood flow, wiping her mind clean. Then Caitlin had drawn back, blinking up at her shyly. "Thanks for an unforgettable night. And if we ever did it again, well, m-maybe..."
Jen's hand was touching her chin vaguely. "Maybe what?"
"I'd like for it to be less violent," she said, her lip quivering slightly. "Being mean to you was fun... but being nice was funner. Thanks for scratching my itch."
Jen felt her eyes welling up immediately. Unfortunatley for her and the release she now craved, the door suddenly cracked open. "There. You kids okay in there?"
"We will be," Jen whimpered as she threw her arms around the locksmith. "Oh, thank you thank you THANK YOU!"
"We were so worried we'd never see the light of day again!" Caitlin bawled.
As Caitlin phoned Big Steve to grouse about the nonfunctional hydraulics and shoddy door locks, Jen slipped away and through the food court, angling toward the Penalty Box. Work would be starting in a few hours.
~~~~~~~~~
"MASTERSON!"
"Yes, Coach!"
The burly man with the vein popping out on his neck glared downward, hands on hips. "I've told you time and time again that these displays are not for lounging - they are to display the aesthetics of our kayaks! Ten minutes in the penalty box! GO!"
"B-but I was just-"
TWEET! went his whistle. "MOVE, MOVE, MOVE!"
Sitting around by herself in the box was the last thing Jen wanted to be doing. So far, work had been the only thing to keep her mind off Caitlin. What was she going to do? Even though she wanted to write off that night of passion as some kind of Asian trailmix-induced feverish bout of temporary insanity, the truth was she had thoroughly enjoyed every part of it. Even the kiss the next morning. Every moment of it, good, precious. And she'd do it again in a heartbeat.
Or would she REALLY? Maybe not. But shocked as she was to know this of herself, she understood that she wouldn't truly be certain what her reaction would be until the opportunity arose. Was that what it would take? Being presented with the same dilemma again? What a terrifying thought.
Caitlin. What a vision! Jen had always thought so, really - but previously from an impersonal, objective standpoint. Now she was so very personally invested. Every curve, dimple and angle of her body was like the brushstroke of a master artiste. Regardless of how she came off, Caitlin was also more than bright - and sweet as apple pie. The overabundance of pink and the butterfly hairclip might have been shiny and trendy, as well as vapid, but they were so... Caitlin. She merely liked to dress that way; the same way Jen only spent any real time on her appearance when a boy was involved, or how Nikki had a style all her own that she stuck by through Hell and high-water. Caitlin was a stunning creature in her own right, above and beyond her wardrobe. But either way, some of her wardrobe was killer.
Ten minutes were up. Soon enough, Jen would have a break coming up, and she'd be in the food court... and her friends would all expect her in their usual seats by the Lemon. Awkward much. What could she possibly say?
~~~~~~~~~
"One lemonade, please."
When Caitlin looked over and saw it was Jen asking, her features momentarily lit up - and then she cleared her throat, saying in a passive voice, "Coming right up."
"See they got the lid working and everything."
"Yeah," Caitlin giggled as she withdrew a pitcher from the cooler. "Took them like, three hours, it was pathetic. But yep... no more getting locked in, hopefully."
"Mm." Jen fidgeted with her purse strap. Her intention had been to gloss over everything, to set it aside and frolick in the usual banter of the group. But when she saw that sweeping, jaw-length golden curtain framing her rosy cheeks, she felt compelled to voice her feelings. "Caitlin... listen, umm, I wanted to say-"
"I know, I know. My lemonade is slowly getting less awful. It's my... special recipe."
Jen watched, horrified, as she did not pull a cup from the countertop dispenser, but one from underneath. When she popped open the lid and dropped several ice cubes inside, no more than a few drops of thick, golden liquid swirled around the bottom. "Uhhh... Cait-"
"That'll be two-fifty," Caitlin told her sternly as she filled it to the brim from the lemonade pitcher. "And remember, Big Squeeze's products are ALL freshly-squeezed. Made the same day, by me."
Jen's heart was pounding as the cup was set on the counter before her, so innocent in the sunlight from the mall's glass ceilings. "Cait, don't we have something to say to each other? So much has happened..."
"It's okay," Caitlin whispered. "Real friends don't need words to communicate. They can give each other a piece of themselves just with actions. Don't you agree?"
Only the presence of Jude, Wyatt, Nikki and Jonesy a few steps away kept her from leaping over the counter and shagging the hell out of the cheerful little barista. Therefore, she contented herself to hand her a bill instead. "Thanks. Later, Cait."
"Wait," Caitlin giggled, "you've got change coming."
"Keep it. It's this thing called a 'tip'."
Caitlin's jaw dropped open. "B-but- Jen, I can't accept THIS huge a tip, especially not from you!"
"Like you said, real friends have ways of showing each other the true value of their friendship." Jen grinned and took a long, drawn-out drink from the lemonade; delicious. The blonde's nails were clutching at the counter for support. "And that's all I have in my wallet... or there'd be more."
"Excuse me," growled the heavy-set man behind Jen. "But I'd to get my whip before my shift starts."
"Sorry, sir," Jen laughed as she began to move off.
"Hey," Caitlin asked in a rush, pressing right into the counter in her desperation to get closer. "Umm, that movie 'Great Dance Of Romance' has been held over for two more days, and I know you've been meaning to see it. Maybe after I get off, we could go."
Jen nodded, smiling slyly. "What about the gang?"
"Ohh, you know," she laughed nervously. "They all hate those kind of sappy, mushy films. Why make them suffer with us?"
"Okay, then. It's... a date."
"Good, that's g-good. One last thing, though, um..." She leaned quite far over the counter, and again Jen struggled to keep her eyes from wandering to the other girl's neckline. Her words were barely audible, even to the both of them. "Next time you're alone, you might want to check what you have on under the skirt."
"What do you mean?"
"Let's just say we've both got a souvenier... and that I intend to keep mine forever."
Jen shifted from foot to foot. As her thighs moved and she felt lace instead of weathered cotton, she gasped, feeling her body erupting with fire. That's what happens when you dress too quickly, she thought to herself, cursing her haste... and blessing it at the same time. "W-wow. Oh, well - sounds like a bonus to me."
Caitlin's cheeks were burning, but she was trying to keep it together. Finally, she cleared her throat and whispered, "See you, Jenny."
That, more than anything, almost drove Jen to tears. "Caity." That was as far as she was willing to go in public; if she had called her 'baby' again, a riot might have ensued. Taking a deep breath, she hefted her very special lemonade and sat down at the table.
"Wooooooowww," Jonesy said in a long, drawn-out drawl, feet propped up in a neighboring chair. "You two always talk like that?"
"Sure," Jen said as she raised her straw to her lips, still trying to get her mind off Caitlin's underwear being flush with her most intimate parts. "Why?"
"Well, you sound pretty gay."
A spit-take immediately followed. Purely to spite him, she decided Jonesy didn't need to know she had sprayed more than just lemon juice and sugar across his entire upper body.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
THE END (pleez reeveew)
(or, My Kingdom For A Locksmith!)
(or, Seven Whole Grains On A Mission...ary Position)
(or... okay, I can't use EVERY title or nobody else will have any)
by AladdinAbu
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~[PART 3]
"HELLO?!"
Jen sat up quickly, feeling something trying to trap her arms; she fought free of it in seconds. As she swiped at the drool in the corner of her mouth, she realized something was off. Where was her bed? Where were her clothes?
"I said, is ANYONE in there?"
"Huh?"
"HELLO? Miss, do you require assistance?!"
Thundering like a herd of wild elephants, everything came rushing back: she was in the Lemon, in the mall. They'd been trapped for hours, at the very least. And by they, she meant...
"OH GOD!"
"Miss!"
"Uhh," she called out nervously, gaping at the nude form of Caitlin still curled up on the floor, sleeping soundly in a mockery of the fetal position. Had they really done everything she remembered them doing, or was it some surreal nightmare? All evidence pointed away from the nightmare scenario. "Yeah! I mean, yes please, I require assistance!"
"Do you need me to break down the door? Are you being tortured or held hostage in any-"
"NO! Wait, that is- I'm not being held hostage, I'm j-just locked in - my f-friend and I, all night! Can you find a locksmith, or something?"
A strange grumbling came from the male voice on the outside of the Lemon. "Very well, I'll register this as a 4-15 in progress... freakin' kids..."
As the man ambled off and barked into his walkie-talkie, Jen lashed out with her leg and kicked Caitlin hard in the midsection, soliciting a loud grunt and surprised gasp. "Wake UP!"
"What in the f- Jen?!" Caitlin slurred stupidly, wobbling as she pushed up on her elbow. "What's going on?!"
"We're naked in the Lemon - we have to get dressed!"
The blonde's baby blues blinked several times, uncomprehending. "We are? Wait... am I dreaming? No, I'm not - because we- AAH!"
"Shh," Jen whispered as she attempted to use her arms to cover her vulnerable flesh. "Don't look. It's not like we're- okay, we just need to get dressed, that's all. Ron the rent-a-cop is scaring up a locksmith, and if we're not-"
"Oh my God... Jen, we didn't d-do what I th-think we- HOW?!"
Jen gritted her teeth as she desperately struggled into underwear. "There's no time to be thinking about that right now! We need to be getting into clothes, and cleaning up- SHIT, the dried blood! What are we going to do about all this?!"
"But we- how could this have happened? We were fine, chilling out in the Lemon, and suddenly BAM! We're going at it like rabbits! Did the lemons ferment or something?!"
"No," Jen admitted, stopping after she'd yanked her skirt over her hips to take stock, come clean. "Caitlin... there's something I should probably tell you about. You remember that granola bar I let you snack on?"
"Sure."
"It wasn't, um... your typical granola bar. It had some kind of ancient Eastern voodoo mixture in it, or whatever. Nikki gave it to me, and she told me it was guaranteed to make your date crawl all over you like ants at a picnic."
"Ohh..." Caitlin was only still beginning to connect the dots. "But wait a second... then why.... wh-why would you give it to me un- unless-"
"It wasn't supposed to be you who ate it," she sighed, stuffing her feet into her socks as she spoke. "Remember Corey?"
"Right... you were going to chase him down after- OH! So you were going for- whoa..."
Jen blushed. "I know, I know... underhanded. But we d-don't really have time to dwell, because-"
"Yes, you're so right!" said Caitlin as she leapt into action, throwing on her clothes with reckless abandon. Just as she was yanking the babydoll tee over her head, she said, "So... I mean, I don't want to ask something too weird... but are we-"
"No sir!" Jen burst out. "I m-mean, I'm not trying to say I regret it, or that you weren't- but come on, we're two girls, right? That'd never work out!"
Caitlin laughed musically, as if relieved - even though her cheeks were darkening. "Of course not, don't be silly! What I meant to ask was, are we okay? Because that was pretty... uh, I mean, I'd hate for such an intense, uh, 'incident' to stand in the way of us being shopping buddies like we are."
"Perish the thought; we'll always be tight. I mean, you don't share a traumatizing experience like working for Big Steve and not come away with a life-long friendship."
"That's true, that's true."
Suddenly, there was a lot of commotion outside the door; listening closely, the girls could tell someone was trying to get the mechanism to snap open. When none of that worked, they heard an unfamiliar voice say, "I got somethin' for that; hang on..."
"Jen," Caitlin whispered as quietly as possible, grabbing her upper arm in a firm grip. "I... listen, before they spring us, and this all comes to an end..."
"Yes?"
The luscious lips latching onto hers not only shocked Jen, but exhilirated her, speeding up her blood flow, wiping her mind clean. Then Caitlin had drawn back, blinking up at her shyly. "Thanks for an unforgettable night. And if we ever did it again, well, m-maybe..."
Jen's hand was touching her chin vaguely. "Maybe what?"
"I'd like for it to be less violent," she said, her lip quivering slightly. "Being mean to you was fun... but being nice was funner. Thanks for scratching my itch."
Jen felt her eyes welling up immediately. Unfortunatley for her and the release she now craved, the door suddenly cracked open. "There. You kids okay in there?"
"We will be," Jen whimpered as she threw her arms around the locksmith. "Oh, thank you thank you THANK YOU!"
"We were so worried we'd never see the light of day again!" Caitlin bawled.
As Caitlin phoned Big Steve to grouse about the nonfunctional hydraulics and shoddy door locks, Jen slipped away and through the food court, angling toward the Penalty Box. Work would be starting in a few hours.
~~~~~~~~~
"MASTERSON!"
"Yes, Coach!"
The burly man with the vein popping out on his neck glared downward, hands on hips. "I've told you time and time again that these displays are not for lounging - they are to display the aesthetics of our kayaks! Ten minutes in the penalty box! GO!"
"B-but I was just-"
TWEET! went his whistle. "MOVE, MOVE, MOVE!"
Sitting around by herself in the box was the last thing Jen wanted to be doing. So far, work had been the only thing to keep her mind off Caitlin. What was she going to do? Even though she wanted to write off that night of passion as some kind of Asian trailmix-induced feverish bout of temporary insanity, the truth was she had thoroughly enjoyed every part of it. Even the kiss the next morning. Every moment of it, good, precious. And she'd do it again in a heartbeat.
Or would she REALLY? Maybe not. But shocked as she was to know this of herself, she understood that she wouldn't truly be certain what her reaction would be until the opportunity arose. Was that what it would take? Being presented with the same dilemma again? What a terrifying thought.
Caitlin. What a vision! Jen had always thought so, really - but previously from an impersonal, objective standpoint. Now she was so very personally invested. Every curve, dimple and angle of her body was like the brushstroke of a master artiste. Regardless of how she came off, Caitlin was also more than bright - and sweet as apple pie. The overabundance of pink and the butterfly hairclip might have been shiny and trendy, as well as vapid, but they were so... Caitlin. She merely liked to dress that way; the same way Jen only spent any real time on her appearance when a boy was involved, or how Nikki had a style all her own that she stuck by through Hell and high-water. Caitlin was a stunning creature in her own right, above and beyond her wardrobe. But either way, some of her wardrobe was killer.
Ten minutes were up. Soon enough, Jen would have a break coming up, and she'd be in the food court... and her friends would all expect her in their usual seats by the Lemon. Awkward much. What could she possibly say?
~~~~~~~~~
"One lemonade, please."
When Caitlin looked over and saw it was Jen asking, her features momentarily lit up - and then she cleared her throat, saying in a passive voice, "Coming right up."
"See they got the lid working and everything."
"Yeah," Caitlin giggled as she withdrew a pitcher from the cooler. "Took them like, three hours, it was pathetic. But yep... no more getting locked in, hopefully."
"Mm." Jen fidgeted with her purse strap. Her intention had been to gloss over everything, to set it aside and frolick in the usual banter of the group. But when she saw that sweeping, jaw-length golden curtain framing her rosy cheeks, she felt compelled to voice her feelings. "Caitlin... listen, umm, I wanted to say-"
"I know, I know. My lemonade is slowly getting less awful. It's my... special recipe."
Jen watched, horrified, as she did not pull a cup from the countertop dispenser, but one from underneath. When she popped open the lid and dropped several ice cubes inside, no more than a few drops of thick, golden liquid swirled around the bottom. "Uhhh... Cait-"
"That'll be two-fifty," Caitlin told her sternly as she filled it to the brim from the lemonade pitcher. "And remember, Big Squeeze's products are ALL freshly-squeezed. Made the same day, by me."
Jen's heart was pounding as the cup was set on the counter before her, so innocent in the sunlight from the mall's glass ceilings. "Cait, don't we have something to say to each other? So much has happened..."
"It's okay," Caitlin whispered. "Real friends don't need words to communicate. They can give each other a piece of themselves just with actions. Don't you agree?"
Only the presence of Jude, Wyatt, Nikki and Jonesy a few steps away kept her from leaping over the counter and shagging the hell out of the cheerful little barista. Therefore, she contented herself to hand her a bill instead. "Thanks. Later, Cait."
"Wait," Caitlin giggled, "you've got change coming."
"Keep it. It's this thing called a 'tip'."
Caitlin's jaw dropped open. "B-but- Jen, I can't accept THIS huge a tip, especially not from you!"
"Like you said, real friends have ways of showing each other the true value of their friendship." Jen grinned and took a long, drawn-out drink from the lemonade; delicious. The blonde's nails were clutching at the counter for support. "And that's all I have in my wallet... or there'd be more."
"Excuse me," growled the heavy-set man behind Jen. "But I'd to get my whip before my shift starts."
"Sorry, sir," Jen laughed as she began to move off.
"Hey," Caitlin asked in a rush, pressing right into the counter in her desperation to get closer. "Umm, that movie 'Great Dance Of Romance' has been held over for two more days, and I know you've been meaning to see it. Maybe after I get off, we could go."
Jen nodded, smiling slyly. "What about the gang?"
"Ohh, you know," she laughed nervously. "They all hate those kind of sappy, mushy films. Why make them suffer with us?"
"Okay, then. It's... a date."
"Good, that's g-good. One last thing, though, um..." She leaned quite far over the counter, and again Jen struggled to keep her eyes from wandering to the other girl's neckline. Her words were barely audible, even to the both of them. "Next time you're alone, you might want to check what you have on under the skirt."
"What do you mean?"
"Let's just say we've both got a souvenier... and that I intend to keep mine forever."
Jen shifted from foot to foot. As her thighs moved and she felt lace instead of weathered cotton, she gasped, feeling her body erupting with fire. That's what happens when you dress too quickly, she thought to herself, cursing her haste... and blessing it at the same time. "W-wow. Oh, well - sounds like a bonus to me."
Caitlin's cheeks were burning, but she was trying to keep it together. Finally, she cleared her throat and whispered, "See you, Jenny."
That, more than anything, almost drove Jen to tears. "Caity." That was as far as she was willing to go in public; if she had called her 'baby' again, a riot might have ensued. Taking a deep breath, she hefted her very special lemonade and sat down at the table.
"Wooooooowww," Jonesy said in a long, drawn-out drawl, feet propped up in a neighboring chair. "You two always talk like that?"
"Sure," Jen said as she raised her straw to her lips, still trying to get her mind off Caitlin's underwear being flush with her most intimate parts. "Why?"
"Well, you sound pretty gay."
A spit-take immediately followed. Purely to spite him, she decided Jonesy didn't need to know she had sprayed more than just lemon juice and sugar across his entire upper body.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
THE END (pleez reeveew)