Sweet Addiction

Well... My school found out that I've got glandular fever (mono) so I've been forcibly sent home. All on my lonesome as my parents are away and my siblings go to boarding school. Feeling very self pitying! Still, I might not be able to swallow but I can write.

Shez- I have a really over active imagination and all kinds of disturbing scenarios were running through my head. I mean, what if you disappeared permanently and I never got to know the end of Black Flowers Blossom? Lol. Oo and I still want to hear the story of why you walked from Smithfield to Tooting!

Ellie_Bennett- I forgot to reply last time, sorry hon. Yes, I do have a rather disturbing habit of constantly quoting either Closer or Love Actually. Every January my friends and I have a Love Actually sleepover where we get together, eat excessively and watch a Christmas movie even though Christmas is over!

Scary BH- Oooh I'm exited too, Bex was getting a bit grown up for me so I brought in Jess to allow myself to be all teenage again.

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Farrow and Ball- a paint company.

Cranford- I'm not sure if you get it in America, if not then it is AMAZING and it's a travesty, anyway, it's a period drama set in a small English town and it's got a very muted color pallet.

Aga- Again, not sure if the USA contingent get Aga's but if not, they're a type of cooker, they're constantly hot and have four ovens and two hot plates. Once you've lived with one, you'll never go back. They look like this: http://www.businessperthshiremagazine.com/perthshire_homes/ph_spr06/images/aga_1.jpg
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My phone vibrates on the bedside table, I roll over sleepily and pick it up, blearily gazing at the display and open the text message-

Alright darling? Still staying with J? I've got a free day- shall I pop over? Jess x

Next to my phone was a post-it note, stuck to a copy of Pride and Prejudice. “Darling- had to go to London on short notice. Will be back this afternoon. Didn't want to wake you. Love you, J.

Lots of information considering that I've only been awake for about five seconds. I text Jess back first.

Would love to see you darling. You know where I am, come over any time x

I'm strangely exited at the prospect of seeing Jess. It's been a while since I had any company of someone my own age, let alone someone female. I've missed discussing Britney Spears and Dolce and Gabanna's newest collection and whether Nicole Richie is going to make a good mum. Jack is amazing when it comes to the dichotomy of good and evil or the English reformation of the 1500's but I feel in need of some girly pampering. I get up, still wearing Jack's shirt and a pair of turquoise knickers, I wander downstairs focused on the prospect of some hot ribena and possibly an almond croissant. I wander aimlessly around the kitchen which is now a lot like home to me, closing cupboards with my feet and hitting the fridge shut with my hip. I love the sound of my bare feet on the stone floor, the slight buzz of the old fashioned radio, playing classic FM. Even the scrubed wooden kitchen table and freezing cold larder seem sort of magical. Again, it's a rather permanent feature of my nomadic existence that I get very emotionally attached to places. Leaving school was pretty traumatic. I remember on my last day, sitting in the empty tower room with everything that I owned packed up into boxes, saying goodbye to that view, to the fire escape where I had smoked, the bathrooms where I had got into toothpaste fights with other girls. My flat in Oxford was different, it's main attraction was the fact that I owned it, but there was no emotional bond with it. It still felt like I was playing at owning a flat. I hoisted myself up and sat on the black marble kitchen counter, swinging my legs. I wonder if Jack would let me repaint the walls, the majority of this house is very neutral and unoffensive, beige, rust, all those Farrow and Ball* colors, it had a starling resemblance to Cranford*. The kitchen would look really cool if it were a really bright lime color, and we could get a baby blue aga instead of this navy color. I can't really see Jack going in for all of this, but I'm sure that I could... The door bell rings loudly, stopping my thought process. I pick up my mug of tea and make my way down the hall, my feet pattering on the marble floor, echoing up to the high ceiling.
I pull open (with effort) the heavy front door, to see Jess standing there in all her glory, wearing a supremely short school skirt, Chanel ballet pumps, a skinny fit Ralph Lauren polo shirt and over sized baggy cardigan. Her glossy dark hair was still it's shiny, perfectly blow dried bob. A black leather Marc Jacobs Stam bag is slung over her shoulder. As soon as I open the door she throws her arms around my neck and gives me a huge huge. “Babe! Hows things? God this house is stunning! I got so lost, I had to use my sat nav.” She exclaims this entire statement at supreme speed and pitch and gestures behind her at a black mini cooper.
I smile widely at her enthusiasm and invite her in. “You look stunning Jess- I love your, well your shoes and your bag and your top actually.”
She laughed sweetly, “Oh your a darling, I was in a preppy mood today so I'm wearing the shoes and top that my mother constantly sends me. She's so into me being some preppy little brat. Never going to happen! Who wants to wear head to toe Chanel when you can shop at Portabello Market? Have you seen the Heatherette's latest collection? It's totally amazing, it's like couture on crack, fabulous and totally unwearable.”
“Oh my god I Love the Heatherettes, their vision is just breathtaking.” I squeal. It's like having a fashion soul mate!
“I like what you're wearing” points out Jess, dryly. She gestures at my shirt/knickers combination. I blush.
“Sorry, I just got out of bed.”
“I bet!” She laughs, “So where's wonder-boy today?”
“London. But if you stick around long enough you'll probably get to see him.”
“Cool.”She walks past me, drops her bag on the hall table and walks down the hall into the kitchen. “Ooo ribena, mind if I make it with hot water?”
“You drink hot ribena too?” I ask incredulously
“Hell yeah. It's a dormitory classic.”
I smile modestly. “I started the craze. Oh, and I might have invented chocolate goo.”
“Your serious?”
I nod. Chocolate goo is when you will half a mug with hot chocolate powder, add a tiny bit of milk, mix it into a pate and then add hot water until it's hot and thick and foamy. Sounds disgusting but along with pot noodles, toast, haribo. and diet coke it's a part of our staple diet.
“boarding school legend, shagged a teacher, got straight A's and invented chocolate goo. I'm impressed.”
“I was also the first person to get a double bed in my room.”
“Which was your room?”
“I had the top tower room.”
Jess's mouth falls open. “you're joking? South facing tower room?”
“Yeah.”
“Fucking hell, that's my room!”
“Bloody hell. Please tell me you've discovered how to climb out to the fire escape.”
“Duh, how else would I get to the pub.” we laugh together.
“I lost my virginity in that room.”
Jess put down her mug and looked at me. “Believe it or not, I'm still a virgin.”
“Why is that so unbelievable?”
“People seem to assume that if you're half decent looking and my age you're getting laid. And don't get me wrong, I've done everything but, but I don't want to waste it on some meaningless shag.”
I surveyed Jess, taking in her curves and her confidence and it was true, I had made the assumption that she would have had sex. “I was eighteen, I lost it to Jack.”
Jess raised her eyebrows, “Really?”
I nodded. “I never like boys my age, I guess it's being an only child, I always wanted somone with a bit more of a maturity level. You know, knows his way around a wine list and...”
“Your body?” Jess giggled.
We sat in silence for a few moments, but it was a comfortable silence, the kind that you have when you know someone really well. I was surprised at how candid I had become with Jess in such a short time. I looked out of the window at the grey skies and wet grass.
“Shall we go swimming?” said Jess, breaking the silence.
“Darling, it's raining.”
“So? We're going to get wet anyway!”
“Good point actually... So you want to swim?”
Jess nodded. “Lets go. Where's the pool. Never mind, I'll find it.” she threw down her jumper, kicked off her shoes, opened the kitchen door and ran out into the rain, giggling the whole time. “Come on!” She shouted back at me.
“I need to get my bikini!”
“Screw that, I'm going in my knickers!”
With careless abandon she threw off first her top, then her skirt, then ran through the rain in her bra and her knickers. Well, if you can't beat em... I ran after, my clothes following suit. I looked up at the sky, rain pouring down, feeling strangely free.
I ran and took a long range dive into the pool, the water was ridiculously warm, and I happily floated on my back, looking up at the sky which was starting to clear.
“you look like a mermaid, with you hair floating like that,”
I smile. “I used to tell people that I was a mermaid when I was little, I'd completely insist. I had a huge tantrum once because a teacher didn't believe me. I bit her.”
Jess giggled, “How old were you?”
“Oh only about five.”
“Fair enough, I thought you were talking, like, fourteen.”
It was my turn to laugh, “I'm not a total freak Jess!” I paused for a second, “speaking of age... How old are you, Jess?”
“Seventeen.”
“You seem older.”
“That's because I'm incredibly worldly wise” she laughs, splashing me, I retaliate, getting her hair wet, she gasps. “Oh you are going to pay for that biatch!” She splashed me again, then stopped, “Oh Bex, come here, you've got something on your back, it's like a bug or something.” I squealed and quickly turned around to let her get it off, lightning quick Jess unhooked the back of my strapless bra and pulled it off, holding it above her head. I collapsed into giggled, then tried to grab it back desperately trying to cover my breasts with one hand. “Not fair! Give it back biatch! Jess chucks my bra out of the pool onto the side. I drop my hands and stand in front of her. “Fuck it, I'll just be continental, who needs a top anyway?” Jess smiles at me.
“You're stunning, you know, Bex.”
I smile, I know that shes just being sweet, but it's kind of her. “Thanks. So are you, honestly. I'm not just saying it.”
“Have you ever kissed a girl?” Asks Jess. Wordlessly I shake my head, “not for years.” We were standing really close now, Jess reached out and grabbed my hand, then she cupped the back of my head and very gently lent in and brushed my lips with hers. The tension between us was insane, I could feel my desire for her between my legs. I shivered, then lent in again, kissing her, this time harder. More passionate. Her skin was so soft, her lips so full. It was strangely different from Jack, I knew that I preferred him, but this was beautiful in a different sense. Jess brought a hand up and very slowly ran her index finger over one of my nipples, she nippled on my ear making goose pimples run up and down my spine. We kissed again, I reached behind her back to undo her bra when I heard a throat being cleared behind me. I leaped away from Jess, quickly pull myself out of the pool and turn around to do my bra back up. “You are such a child Jess,” I laugh, facing away from here, looking at the view. There was no reply from Jess. I turned around and to my dismay, Holden was standing by the side of the pool looking down at us. “Bex, sweetheart, care to explain why there are two barely dressed nymphets in my pool?” I couldn't help but giggle at his attempt to be serious. I use the steps to get out of the pool and gesture for Jess to follow suit. “Jack, sweetie, nice time in London?” He looked bemused. Jess stood next to me. “Pleasant journey?” she asked, echoing my tone. Jack smiled, “Not a great one, no.”
I looked at Jack, then at Jess. “Perhaps you need a hug?” I winked at Jess and from each side, Jess and I enveloped him in a soaking wet hug. Jack struggled to push us off, “Oh Bexie that was a mistake. Don't you know that a smacked arse hurts a hell of a lot more when you're all wet?”
I blushed from the roots of my hair, “Jack!” I hissed, “We have company!” He turned and took a step back, surveying Jess, I looked too, from her pedicured mint green toe nails, pale, slender but not skinny legs, wide hips, wider than mine, curving into the tiniest waist I'd ever seen, her stomach was flat, but soft. Her breasts where still firm and high, bigger than mine. I could see that her nipples were erect through the powder blue lace of her bra. Her skin was very pale, like cream, but taught and she was clearly very toned. Her dark bobbed hair was soaked and scraped behind her ears which served only to make her cheek bones stand out further and her green eyes look even bigger. The mascara had run slightly off her sooty lashes, the disheveled nature of her look served to make her only more stunning. She shifted her weight from foot to foot nervously. Then she spoke, “If Bex is in trouble, then I should be too.”
Holden turned to me and raised his eye brows. “Where on earth did you find your twin, Bex?”
I smiled. “I think she found me. Trouble always does.”
Holden took a step back and surveyed both of us, we shuffled closer together. I almost wanted to grab her hand, Jack's scary teacher act never failed to secretly terrify me.
“So,” he said, “What am I going to do with the two of you?”
Jess looked up at him, blinking her sooty lashes, smiling widely. “What exactly did we do, Sir?” She managed to make the word Sir sound like You-stupid-knob.
“What's your name?” Asks Jack sharply, bypassing Jess's question.
“Jess.” Jack looked distinctly unimpressed by this answer.
“Jessica Elizabeth Anastasia Bennett-Browning”
I turned around sharply and looked at her. “I swear I recognize that surname...”
Holden took his jacked off and sat down on the damp wooden poolside table. “She's Annabelle's cousin.”
“Actually I think I'm technically your cousin-in-law” grins Jess.