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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
9
Views:
3,561
Reviews:
30
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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Prozac Nation
A/N: People seem to be interested in my story, now this is a major surprise, but I thank all who have reviewed and taken the time to read my story. I suppose some may be curious as to what is wrong with me to make me write such a depressing story. But tough, a writer never reveals their secrets, or is that a magician?
Now I have forgotten to mention ages. The following is youngest to oldest of the -so far- main characters.
Ana: 17
Natalia: 17
Allen: 18
Harper: 21
Teak: 22
Now this chapter is slightly different than the others, but bear with me, nothings changed.... too badly.
Chapter 4: Prozac Nation
Allen lived with his Father Jeremy, in a home built by a toy-maker in the 20's. It was made of a pearl-blue brick with turrets like that of an enchanted castle. They spun up toward the sky. Cables to heaven.
The home was hidden in a wild garden filled with flowers from ancient cities; Chinese Magnolias, Bird of Paradise, Hibiscus, Star-gazer Lilies, Ranunculus, Peonies, Jasmine and flowers I couldn’t even name. Flowers that didn’t even grow in Wisconsin, or weren’t supposed to anyway.
Color burst from all corners. Ponds were randomly placed around the garden, filled with water lilies, the sweet twinkling white-and-lavender scent of the jasmine bathed the inside of my nostrils.
The door was round like an egg, made from thick wooden planks. With a door knocker of the Green Man smiling at you protectively.
Inside, murals covered the walls; Hades seduction of Persephone. Demeter’s grief; Winter. Bluebeard’s room of dead wives painted completely in red. The beasts’ transformation to a man. Morgaine the Bewitching seducing her brother. Cassandra fleeing her would-be lover, the God of morning.
There were blue and marble tiled floors, large Moroccan archways. The long dining-tables with legs shaped like naked women, nymphs really; and it was always covered in wreaths of flowers or glowing skull candles.
In the middle of the home a courtyard opened up to the outside world, but it wasn’t like the world we lived in. Green blossoming vines crept up the stone balconies. The tiled ground was cracked and broken from bushes and fruit trees that grew out of them.
A large fountain stood proudly in the middle of it. Bubbling happily; the water changing colors in the bright sun.
I would sometimes drink from the fountain; the water tasted like I was thrusting my face into thorn less roses, and for a moment I would feel pure-perfect, radiant. And then the moment was gone. I was again nothing.
At the bottom of one archway in the courtyard is the carving of women, the shapes so small. It was of women caressing themselves, women with lovers, women giving birth, women dying.
All the fire places inside- three- have faces molded upon the mantles, Children Men Women Youths; all of the expressions so different. When you look into the glass eyes, you can see other worlds.
This was a common pastime of ours, we would go to Allen’s home and he would work on his photography. Taking pictures of Natalia or I, and sometimes other girls. Allen loved the shape of the female body. He adored the curves and contours. Most of the photos were done nude, today he wished to do sensual pictures to continue his portfolio.
Jeremy sat with his newly acquired lover on the couch, their hands insatiably moving among themselves.
Allen stared at his father and the woman with him, his eyes distant for a moment. Allen’s mother left when he was eleven, saying she couldn’t do it anymore- be a mother- and he hasn’t heard from her since. I think that is why he likes men, because his father never left, unlike his mother.
We trampled up the winding staircase to Allen’s room, the hall was painted blood red with large French windows curtained in lace.
Allen’s walls were pasted with images; a petal with dew drops dripping from it, ants climbing up the sand hill and disappearing down a tiny black hole. The face of an old woman, lines firmly etched in her skin. Allen and a boy mirroring each other’s pleasure-filled facial expressions as they kissed.
We dropped our bags on the floor as Allen readied his camera, “I thought your dad wasn’t going to be here?” I inquired. Allen nodded distractedly while fiddling with the settings on his camera, “Yeah. He was supposed tot be in Seattle for a book signing, but the flight got cancelled and he couldn’t make it in time.”
Allen’s father was an author and he just released a new book about a young boy who was molested by his father, his jealous mother sent him from the house... that’s all I remember about it. “He won’t come in the courtyard when we take the pictures.” I took my sweater off, Natalia was already undressing, completely unaffected by her nakedness. As we undressed he explained how he would shoot the pictures.
We skittered down the stairs, naked. Only around Allen and Natalia could I be comfortable in public nudity, they made me feel so safe. And maybe Teak, but I would do anything for him.
I pulled the burnished-copper curls of my hair in my face, letting my lips and eyes peak through the strands. Natalia’s’ curls shined chestnut brown in the sun as she leaned against the fountains ledge, her breasts’ pert. The nipples large and a soft brown, her waist was slim; curved in, then flared at the hips.
She let the curls between her legs run wild, instead of trimming and shaving them. The old burn marks shaded darkly, that’s all they were now. Darkened splotches of skin on her back, breasts, hips and thighs. They didn’t detract from her beauty.
She looked at me curiously, I knew what she saw. Sort of. I lamented over my own reflection occasionally. I was short, my hair long and wild playing around my hips, my breasts surprisingly full against the delicate ribs, the ravens skull of my shoulder, the round hips. The bones of my ribs so clear, the breasts with stretch marks glaring white against my skin.
I leaned my back against her, we knew what Allen wanted. She put her hand under my breast, splaying three fingers against my ribs and curling her index finger around my nipple. I leaned my head back kissing her neck and ear.
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When I was five Teak kissed me, when he promised he would come back to me. Perhaps to many the idea of a ten year old kissing one of my age was wrong. But I had loved him then and it was little more than a childish press of lips. I will forever hold that kiss in my heart, I had sworn then that his were the only lips I wished to kiss. And as a child does, I soon forgot that promise.
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Natalia had left soon after Allen finished. I lay across his bed with the Star Wars comforter his mother had gotten him, the last gift she got him. Allen sat at his desk, typing absently on his laptop and describing how the pictures would come out. He decided for the pictures to be mainly gray; aside from select parts.
My eyes, a stark green like a beer bottle, Natalia’s’ eyes, their kindness burning through, and the water jetting from the fountain would be in color. He looked up at me and smiled, putting his lap top down.
He lay down next to me. I put my hand on his cheek letting my thumb brush his lips, ‘I miss Teak.’ All I could think of was him, the pictures he sent of his life. His hair past his shoulders, the ends tipped green, his angular chin, high cheekbones showed through his flesh, and his eyes were blue with brown expanding from the pupils like water did when you dripped it on napkins. His top lip thinner than his bottom. He was tall towering over other’s heads at 6'4, much taller than my own five feet.
Allen looked nothing like Teak, he didn’t have the pure masculinity that poured from Teaks very eyes. Allen had long lashes, short orange streaked hair, full lips, he looked like a man who tried so hard to be female that his face had changed into an in-between of the sexes.
I leaned close to him, nuzzling my nose against his and pushing my lips to him. I felt dirty kissing Allen like this, knowing he wouldn’t pull away because of his feelings for me. All I wanted was to crawl into the clean warmth of his mouth and be safe, protected. I pushed against him harder, my lips searching, he pushed back, responding slowly.
In truth I believed Allen forced himself to not be attracted to women, so he wouldn’t be hurt like his father. For awhile I had known that Allen was more fond of me than he wanted to be. So when a hardening began against my lower abdomen, I wasn’t surprised. ‘Oh.... Teak.’ I knew Allen wouldn’t be like my father, he was far too gentle.
He and Teak were the only men I trusted, he rolled me onto my back, his hands caressing my sides. Tears spilled from my eyes as I clutched his back, forcing myself to feel something, but it was all wrong.
He nipped at my top lip, breathing heavily from his nose, a pushing began against my stomach as he moved his hips toward me. I sucked his bottom lip into my mouth, laving at it with my tongue.
He nuzzled his face against my cheek, whispering my name as his lips suckled upon the lobe of my ear, I arched my back and murmured, “Teak.” Into his ear. He pulled away and looked at me disbelievingly, he was poised above me his arms supporting his body. His breath was fast, disappointed. My mouth opened and closed, “I’m sorry, I .... I... don’t know what to say.”
He crawled off me and clutched his head in his hands, “No it’s my fault, I know how you feel about me and I know how you feel about . . . Him. It’s just, you’re the only girl I’ve ever felt this way about, and not even with any of the guys has it been so . . . intense.”
I looked up at him in surprise, I had thought he’d gotten over it. This infatuation. At least for the last month it had seemed like he was over it. I had never paid attention to a boy other than Teak, I just couldn’t feel this way over another.
My face was overwrought with sympathy, how could he love someone like me? Someone who destroys themselves consciously. “I know you don’t feel that way about me. Just don’t do that anymore.” He said pointing to both of us to indicate what had just happened.
“I’m sorry, it’s just,” The tears came harder, turning into desperate sobs, “He hasn’t written, he hasn’t spoken to me in so long. I don’t know what to do.” He sighed before drawing me into his arms, rocking back and forth as I cried.
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A/N: Uhhmmm... Yeah, I am in a weird mood (Just saw the new star wars and all) and this is the romance section. I always intended on Allen having an attraction to Ana, but I got the feeling it wasn’t so obvious in other chapters, and all though this may seem slightly from out of nowhere it is relevant to the plot line. And hell, I am in the mood for smut.
Now I have forgotten to mention ages. The following is youngest to oldest of the -so far- main characters.
Ana: 17
Natalia: 17
Allen: 18
Harper: 21
Teak: 22
Now this chapter is slightly different than the others, but bear with me, nothings changed.... too badly.
Chapter 4: Prozac Nation
Allen lived with his Father Jeremy, in a home built by a toy-maker in the 20's. It was made of a pearl-blue brick with turrets like that of an enchanted castle. They spun up toward the sky. Cables to heaven.
The home was hidden in a wild garden filled with flowers from ancient cities; Chinese Magnolias, Bird of Paradise, Hibiscus, Star-gazer Lilies, Ranunculus, Peonies, Jasmine and flowers I couldn’t even name. Flowers that didn’t even grow in Wisconsin, or weren’t supposed to anyway.
Color burst from all corners. Ponds were randomly placed around the garden, filled with water lilies, the sweet twinkling white-and-lavender scent of the jasmine bathed the inside of my nostrils.
The door was round like an egg, made from thick wooden planks. With a door knocker of the Green Man smiling at you protectively.
Inside, murals covered the walls; Hades seduction of Persephone. Demeter’s grief; Winter. Bluebeard’s room of dead wives painted completely in red. The beasts’ transformation to a man. Morgaine the Bewitching seducing her brother. Cassandra fleeing her would-be lover, the God of morning.
There were blue and marble tiled floors, large Moroccan archways. The long dining-tables with legs shaped like naked women, nymphs really; and it was always covered in wreaths of flowers or glowing skull candles.
In the middle of the home a courtyard opened up to the outside world, but it wasn’t like the world we lived in. Green blossoming vines crept up the stone balconies. The tiled ground was cracked and broken from bushes and fruit trees that grew out of them.
A large fountain stood proudly in the middle of it. Bubbling happily; the water changing colors in the bright sun.
I would sometimes drink from the fountain; the water tasted like I was thrusting my face into thorn less roses, and for a moment I would feel pure-perfect, radiant. And then the moment was gone. I was again nothing.
At the bottom of one archway in the courtyard is the carving of women, the shapes so small. It was of women caressing themselves, women with lovers, women giving birth, women dying.
All the fire places inside- three- have faces molded upon the mantles, Children Men Women Youths; all of the expressions so different. When you look into the glass eyes, you can see other worlds.
This was a common pastime of ours, we would go to Allen’s home and he would work on his photography. Taking pictures of Natalia or I, and sometimes other girls. Allen loved the shape of the female body. He adored the curves and contours. Most of the photos were done nude, today he wished to do sensual pictures to continue his portfolio.
Jeremy sat with his newly acquired lover on the couch, their hands insatiably moving among themselves.
Allen stared at his father and the woman with him, his eyes distant for a moment. Allen’s mother left when he was eleven, saying she couldn’t do it anymore- be a mother- and he hasn’t heard from her since. I think that is why he likes men, because his father never left, unlike his mother.
We trampled up the winding staircase to Allen’s room, the hall was painted blood red with large French windows curtained in lace.
Allen’s walls were pasted with images; a petal with dew drops dripping from it, ants climbing up the sand hill and disappearing down a tiny black hole. The face of an old woman, lines firmly etched in her skin. Allen and a boy mirroring each other’s pleasure-filled facial expressions as they kissed.
We dropped our bags on the floor as Allen readied his camera, “I thought your dad wasn’t going to be here?” I inquired. Allen nodded distractedly while fiddling with the settings on his camera, “Yeah. He was supposed tot be in Seattle for a book signing, but the flight got cancelled and he couldn’t make it in time.”
Allen’s father was an author and he just released a new book about a young boy who was molested by his father, his jealous mother sent him from the house... that’s all I remember about it. “He won’t come in the courtyard when we take the pictures.” I took my sweater off, Natalia was already undressing, completely unaffected by her nakedness. As we undressed he explained how he would shoot the pictures.
We skittered down the stairs, naked. Only around Allen and Natalia could I be comfortable in public nudity, they made me feel so safe. And maybe Teak, but I would do anything for him.
I pulled the burnished-copper curls of my hair in my face, letting my lips and eyes peak through the strands. Natalia’s’ curls shined chestnut brown in the sun as she leaned against the fountains ledge, her breasts’ pert. The nipples large and a soft brown, her waist was slim; curved in, then flared at the hips.
She let the curls between her legs run wild, instead of trimming and shaving them. The old burn marks shaded darkly, that’s all they were now. Darkened splotches of skin on her back, breasts, hips and thighs. They didn’t detract from her beauty.
She looked at me curiously, I knew what she saw. Sort of. I lamented over my own reflection occasionally. I was short, my hair long and wild playing around my hips, my breasts surprisingly full against the delicate ribs, the ravens skull of my shoulder, the round hips. The bones of my ribs so clear, the breasts with stretch marks glaring white against my skin.
I leaned my back against her, we knew what Allen wanted. She put her hand under my breast, splaying three fingers against my ribs and curling her index finger around my nipple. I leaned my head back kissing her neck and ear.
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When I was five Teak kissed me, when he promised he would come back to me. Perhaps to many the idea of a ten year old kissing one of my age was wrong. But I had loved him then and it was little more than a childish press of lips. I will forever hold that kiss in my heart, I had sworn then that his were the only lips I wished to kiss. And as a child does, I soon forgot that promise.
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Natalia had left soon after Allen finished. I lay across his bed with the Star Wars comforter his mother had gotten him, the last gift she got him. Allen sat at his desk, typing absently on his laptop and describing how the pictures would come out. He decided for the pictures to be mainly gray; aside from select parts.
My eyes, a stark green like a beer bottle, Natalia’s’ eyes, their kindness burning through, and the water jetting from the fountain would be in color. He looked up at me and smiled, putting his lap top down.
He lay down next to me. I put my hand on his cheek letting my thumb brush his lips, ‘I miss Teak.’ All I could think of was him, the pictures he sent of his life. His hair past his shoulders, the ends tipped green, his angular chin, high cheekbones showed through his flesh, and his eyes were blue with brown expanding from the pupils like water did when you dripped it on napkins. His top lip thinner than his bottom. He was tall towering over other’s heads at 6'4, much taller than my own five feet.
Allen looked nothing like Teak, he didn’t have the pure masculinity that poured from Teaks very eyes. Allen had long lashes, short orange streaked hair, full lips, he looked like a man who tried so hard to be female that his face had changed into an in-between of the sexes.
I leaned close to him, nuzzling my nose against his and pushing my lips to him. I felt dirty kissing Allen like this, knowing he wouldn’t pull away because of his feelings for me. All I wanted was to crawl into the clean warmth of his mouth and be safe, protected. I pushed against him harder, my lips searching, he pushed back, responding slowly.
In truth I believed Allen forced himself to not be attracted to women, so he wouldn’t be hurt like his father. For awhile I had known that Allen was more fond of me than he wanted to be. So when a hardening began against my lower abdomen, I wasn’t surprised. ‘Oh.... Teak.’ I knew Allen wouldn’t be like my father, he was far too gentle.
He and Teak were the only men I trusted, he rolled me onto my back, his hands caressing my sides. Tears spilled from my eyes as I clutched his back, forcing myself to feel something, but it was all wrong.
He nipped at my top lip, breathing heavily from his nose, a pushing began against my stomach as he moved his hips toward me. I sucked his bottom lip into my mouth, laving at it with my tongue.
He nuzzled his face against my cheek, whispering my name as his lips suckled upon the lobe of my ear, I arched my back and murmured, “Teak.” Into his ear. He pulled away and looked at me disbelievingly, he was poised above me his arms supporting his body. His breath was fast, disappointed. My mouth opened and closed, “I’m sorry, I .... I... don’t know what to say.”
He crawled off me and clutched his head in his hands, “No it’s my fault, I know how you feel about me and I know how you feel about . . . Him. It’s just, you’re the only girl I’ve ever felt this way about, and not even with any of the guys has it been so . . . intense.”
I looked up at him in surprise, I had thought he’d gotten over it. This infatuation. At least for the last month it had seemed like he was over it. I had never paid attention to a boy other than Teak, I just couldn’t feel this way over another.
My face was overwrought with sympathy, how could he love someone like me? Someone who destroys themselves consciously. “I know you don’t feel that way about me. Just don’t do that anymore.” He said pointing to both of us to indicate what had just happened.
“I’m sorry, it’s just,” The tears came harder, turning into desperate sobs, “He hasn’t written, he hasn’t spoken to me in so long. I don’t know what to do.” He sighed before drawing me into his arms, rocking back and forth as I cried.
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A/N: Uhhmmm... Yeah, I am in a weird mood (Just saw the new star wars and all) and this is the romance section. I always intended on Allen having an attraction to Ana, but I got the feeling it wasn’t so obvious in other chapters, and all though this may seem slightly from out of nowhere it is relevant to the plot line. And hell, I am in the mood for smut.