Aerie's Fire

Chapter Two

Aerie lay on the couch looking up at the ceiling, irritated at her brother. He was spending less and less time with her, and all she wanted was some socialization. Hell, then he brought the dog with him!

She pulled the chopsticks from her hair letting it fall- silky strands of burgundy hair fell. She then whipped the sticks at the wall and groaned. Aerie leaned over and grabbed the TV remote from the coffee table, and stared at the screen, not the show itself, but the glass separating her from the action. Then she had an idea, a wonderfully horrible idea. She’d watch the late night ‘naughty channels’ that Jacko didn’t know Aerie knew he had. She pressed ‘satellite’ and searched until she found an unintelligent pun, that slightly represented something dirty, then there is was.. ‘Janice Always Open’.

“That sounds very low budget.” She said to herself, “Let’s watch.”

Aerie stared dazed at the screen, listening to every fake moan, imagining her involvement. While it was all very soothing, she was nervous about it. So she rolled off the couch and crawled into the kitchen, pulling out a cheap, quarter-full bottle of French wine, and slowly making her way back onto the couch. She was still quite drunk from earlier, just not drunk enough to do what she wanted to do.

The cork was loose and she opened the bottle gently with her teeth; spitting the cork on the floor, and it rolled beneath the sofa. She sat up and watched the couple, sipping the overly-sweet wine, and a slight daze later, her hand was creeping slowly up her own shirt, nails grazing the skin on her belly. Like a tide coming in, her motions started at her ribs, down to her navel, to the base of her breast; back down to her ribs; then back to the breast, reaching halfway up, then retreating to her ribs. Then with one fluid motion she moved to the top of her breast, touching, caressing; pushing her hips into the cushions and her chest to the air.

She listened to the moans, not pretending that it was her being fingered violently, but that she was involved, she could hold that girl down bite her in places, explore her body; but her interest in the man- well- He could have her however he wants. She drank more wine.

Aerie pushed her camisole up by her chest and unhooked her bra from the front. Letting her breast be exposed to the cold apartment. Her jeans? Kicked off and thrown to the floor. She lay on that leather sofa in her panties, feeling allot more bold than before. She carefully got up, supporting her weight on her good foot, but trying not to fall, pressed her thumbs into her black panties and pushed them down. One leg was free of them, but they were still stuck around her cast, but that didn’t matter- they were out of her way.

She bit her lip as her fingers crept downstairs, she first moistened her fingers, then started light circles over and around her clit. She could feel her body heat up in her private areas, and then she calmed and became more comfortable with touching herself. The other hand crept back to her breast, moving in a similar rhythmic pattern, only bigger and rougher. She felt her toes start to tingle, as she imagined her tongue liking the length of the neck on that girl she was watching, she imagined that man was behind her. ‘ready?’ she asked herself.

She paused and chugged the rest of the bottle, then positioned it in front of her. “Yes”

She brought herself onto the top of the bottle then pushed down. ‘Oh god’ she thought. The pain was sharp, and she just kept trying to push herself slowly onto the bottle, she finally gave in and lifted herself up, tears forming in her eyes.

The pain quickly faded, and she began to push down again, only this time, she lost it, and fell down with all her weight on it.

“Ah God, Owe.” Her scream was thin and shaky; it wasn’t a bad pain, just a foreign shock. “I want to do this.” She assured herself. She lifted herself fast and fell slow, until it was smooth up and down and no longer hurt like it did before. Then when she managed to control her motions, she continued to touch herself, not only did being touched feel nice- she liked touching. She bit her lip again, slowly peeling the first layer of skin over them.

Her burgundy hair caught brilliant bronze highlights with her rhythmic movements.

In her imagination, she was still touching that girl, only now, that man was thrusting into her, as she was pushing into him.

The feeling in her toes returned, but now it was bigger; she felt it start in her knees, and it filled in between her ankle and knee. She firmed her buttocks and tightened her abdominals- She felt it in her breasts, this warm tickle, it was so comfortable, so easy to welcome. She tensed her insides, her eyes squinting inadvertently. It was in her face, this burning, and it was only getting hotter, like standing outside a fire, heat beaming on your skin so hypnotically. Her eyebrows twitched, she lifted her body, higher and she dug her nails into her skin, she felt so close. Then she stopped.

She panted, looking down at what she was doing- A wine bottle? Crappy porn (which was now replaced by a horribly tacky commercial for male enlargement pills) With damn stupid fantasy’s? And now she lost it. She was self conscious, bothered, and sitting on a wine bottle. Fucking waste! She got up off the floor, pushed her leg past the elastic on her panties, and pulled them up to her hips.

Aerie changed the channel to the Cartoon Station, which was in the middle of ‘The Great Dane Adventures’ (An amusing children’s show about some hippy children who like to solve problems, while they walked their dog.) It was one of her favourite shows, and she watched it until it was over. Then she turned off the tube.

Her hair was touching the back of her neck, sticking with sweat. Once again, she was on the couch on a Saturday night with nothing to do. She found her eyes drifting over to the telescope, and although it was invasive and perverted, she amused herself with the idea of watching what ‘normal people did for fun’.

“What the hell, they won’t see me anyway.” She said to herself reassuringly. She didn’t have far to go to the telescope just two steps, and she could sit on the coffee table to avoid putting any more weight than she had to on her ankle. So she did, she moved herself to the table, and looked through the lens to see nothing but a brick wall. She shifted it slightly until she found a window that peered straight into a persons living room, were there was a man doing yoga. First she thought nothing of him until she realized that this older-than-her-half-naked-male was the second person she looked at on the street. He was now bare foot wearing nothing but loose grey track-pants, in a sturdy warrior 1 pose. Sexy.

His hair was tied back into a large sandy puff, and his body was lean, strong (not to mention sweaty.) He was wonderful to watch. He brought his leg forward so his upper and lower body were parallel and both feet were firmly planted to the floor as he stretched down. Aerie stared dumbfounded, and from her mouth slipped a childish, “Wow.”

The man looked up startled. He was acting like something fell, but he couldn’t place what. ‘This is the best thing I have EVER watched.’ She thought. Then the man looked at the window. Was he hearing something on the streets that Aerie was not? The man closed his curtains and Aerie sighed, “However short that was rather fun.”

She then leaned down, and put the base of the bottle on the table, she then picked up her crutch and stood up with her weight on her good foot, and her crutch; she moved the bottle to the kitchen sink and rinsed it out, then placing it in the recycle bin at the end of the kitchen. She yawn, tiered after her long boring day. Decided to head into the bathroom to do her business and brush her teeth, as an ultimate feat of laziness, at the same time.

She came out of the bathroom ready for bed, wearing just her black panties and her camisole. She started towards the guest bedroom, she leaned on the wall as she flicked on the light, a soft white glow from the top of a navy-blue floor lamp; next to a twin bed with dark blue sheets, red pillows, and a blue comforter with a red race car in the center of it. There was a Poster of a werewolf, and a map of Canada with red pin-needles stuck into city’s that John has been to. Most of them were suburbs of Toronto, and towns around Niagara, where Johns grandparents lived and just t bring the room together, there were bright red curtains.

The second bedroom was Jonathan’s, when the two decided to move in together. Aerie always wondered why he didn’t move into another apartment after his fiancé left, but he always smiled and said ‘fond memories’ and left it at that. Aerie knew that Jacko was still waiting for his Fiancé to come home.

Aerie limped to the bed, carefully places her crutch with the other agenst the bed, and fell down on its cushy covers, where she fell asleep instantly with her good foot hanging off the bed.