In the presence of someone she trusted, Pia was not one to hide her emotions. And she had decided she would trust Cala. Her feeling were easy to see, blue eyes without guile, mouth grinning, opening or pursed as Cala's story went on.
Ice cream. Good. Content smile.
Cuddled up close. Even better. Mellow happiness
Cala going first. Shameful relief.
Story about sex. Embarrassment and titillation. Slight blush, but open and eager features.
Reading about sex. Here Pia nodded and murmured agreement. She had done much of the same thing, but less methodical, and she never got around to doing anything about it.
Being punished by her father, for something not even her fault. That is so cruel, so unfair. Pia cringed in sympathy, and instinctively reached out to touch her.

The rest of the story pretty much hit home. "You.. Oh my God! All over him? That is.. oh! Wow!". Pia laughed. She laughed because of the unexpected twist, because of a childlike fascination with grossness, and mostly, because Cala laughed.

"So, uh, guess it is my turn then?", she finally said. Now came the difficult part. Pia, being shy, was not used to exposing herself. But she did not, she would be a coward. And Pia was very tired of being a coward. She glanced towards Cala's movie collection. It had reminded her of one thing..

"It probably does not top your story. I mean, I was pretty much the perpetual virgin until I came here.. but well, it was embarrassing to me.."
Pia hesitated a little, before continuing. "It is kind of about a rather tacky cowboy hat.. OK, this happened when I was younger. I don't quite remember how old. Thirteen, maybe.. No, it must..Err.."
Not even started, and already skirting the porridge. Way to go, Pia!

"Anyway, this was when I discovered my fathers dirty little secret. It was by accident, because my hamster had ran off again and been away for two days, and I was searching everywhere. So I found my dad's secret porn stash. It was not a large collection, just a few magazines and a couple of films."
Pia paused a little, and stuffed a spoonful of ice cream in her face. "And well.. you know how it is.. I was young and curious, right? I mean. I am from Norway. And Scandinavians, well we don't believe in keeping quiet about sex and stuff. But I kinda figured there is a difference between what your parents and teacher tell you and those things some adults enjoy.. so I kind of forgot about my hamster for a while. I found him in my slipper later anyway."
Now Pia was tuning tomato red, but she was determined to continue.
"The first scene was a threesome. Two men, one woman. On the hood of a convertible. I suppose my little eyes must have nearly popped out of my head. I mean, I ought the woman would burst! And anyway, the outfit she was wearing, initially at least, included a leopard spotted cowboy hat. I don't know how that detail stuck, but for a while, leopard printed cowboy hats kind of equaled sex in my mind."
She was kind of rambling now, she knew, so she got to the point. "A good while later, me and my mother went shopping. And lo and behold! In a shop window, I spotted one hat just like it. So my mom, having seen me staring at it, went and bought it for me. I felt like she had had given me a dildo or something! I could have died right there and then. And I was sure, in my little stupid head, that if my dad saw I had one, that he would somehow connect the dots. I was 100% sure I would catch hell for it. So I hid it under my bed for several months".

Pia paused a little. "But it.. well.. I was kind of exploring a bit of, you know.. the uses for my body during that period. And somehow, putting on that hat became a part of my.. err.. nighttime routine."

Pia looked up at Cala, having averted her eyes at the later part. "Not as good as yours, I know, but I never actually told anyone about it before."

I laughed…and almost cried. Good tears from the heart. The kind that are mushy and full of mischief rather than hurt or grief.

“ohh….no..that is good. So do I get to see the hat” lopsided grin, twinkle in the eye. One could just imagine her wearing a hat and playing naked in the bed with herself. It was a good daydream, but then I knew I would want to be part of it…not just watching. Something about touching. Well, one of those books had said boys were different in that respect and would be able to have fun just watching. For me, sitting her with my legs around her and her squatted in front of me all close like was much better than just watching. I wanted the contact…needed it. Maybe the book was right.

“isn’t it funny how the most embarrassing moments seem to be sex. Well at least for us. I had to keep my sexy cloths and a friend’s house and change there before and after school just to keep dad from knowing what I was getting into. and mom was not about to talk to me about dildoes or sex or even makeup. Arrhhhgggg”

“So ok..I should start with…hmmm….personal…” another scoop…and a poke in her ribs just because she looked too serious for a moment.

“sex is sooo personal, except for me…I mean I dreamed of becoming a porn star just so I could rub it in the face of my dad. His little girl a slut. Those girls on the tapes of your dad, they are like soooo cute and nothing bothers them. I wanted that. It’s kind of creepy because I understand sex and power but I don’t really get love. I didn’t really ever give it any thought, like its…well it’s just not worth it. Dad had my husband all picked out. No love. Boys wanted me for sex and that was fine. I made sure they had a girlfriend so they wouldn’t call me and get me in trouble. I got what I wanted and they did too. But now…now I …well…” I looked down and twisted my hair in my fingers.

“well this is scary for me Pia. There was a whole…I filled it with parties and sex. But …but you..me…this is really different and it scares me. I don’t want you hurt anymore but I can’t let you go either. Is that love…is it love to sit her and talk and share really embarrassing things and deep dark secrets and such. Because I … me…Vera…I woke in her bed and I swear we had the craziest sex of my life and it scares me because she had been like ice and then this…and what she did to you like it was to get even for something I do not understand and I filled a report oh shit….I want this hole in my heart filled but that scares me as much as not having sex. “

I looked up…then back down uncertain of what I might have just done as I blabbered.

“see…I’m not so strong after all…just really screwed up. And to think I like all the stuff in psych and maybe I will do it…or organics…I’m sorry….shit I am so sorry I got you involved in my sorry life….fuck lets talk about more embarrassing stuff. “

I slid the back of my hand across my face to remove the evidence of my weakness before looking back up,

“Ok?”

OK?

Maybe. Maybe not. Not really.

Pia had her spoon in her mouth, brows furrowed as she tried to sort out what Cala had said.

Cala had mentioned her father. There were issues there, she had sensed that earlier. And then.. Vera. A night of great sex. Pia felt an ugly surge of jealousy, but not really surprise. What had Cala said? That Vera was some kind of older sister, looking after her. There was trust there, or had been, she knew. Was it such a great surprise that it involved sex? It had with Pia, after all. And with that she realized just the significance of that, of what Vera had done, and made her part of. Now jealousy and guilt.

And Cala was apologizing to her for making Pia part of her life.

Pia dropped the spoon into the ice cream bowl and showing it away, she leaned forward, leaning her head on Cala's chest.
"O-OK.. but I.. She hurt you, and then she let me.. make her.. Watching you in terror, she came, and I did.. Oh. I'm so sorry.."
Was that her voice, this mewling and meek?
I don't have the right to say this, do I? She does not need me to gauge at her wound..
But yet, Pia knew she had to say something. Or she would burst. Or cry.

Not even thinking, she spoke on one outgoing breath.
"But don't ever apologize to me about bringing me into your life. Ever again. Please. Because mine is so.. sorry.. fucked up. And I guess I will have to tell you about that part, too. And you shouldn't have filed a report for my sake, but never mind.. And there is stuff I need to ask you.."

Pia shut up. Wrapping her arms around Cala, she soaked up the warmth, her nearness. And that somehow helped to calm her.

"OK. S-sorry, I-I just had a rough day.. I don't want to upset you. We will talk about anything you want. Funny stuff embarrassing stuff. My sleepwalking.. anything or nothing."
The blonde looked up, smiling weakly.

I held her…held her close will the ice-cream melted between us. Warm soft and safe. It was what she made of everything she touched. At least that was how I felt. Ihad said things I hadn’t wanted to but Pia made me want to be honest…to have someone that I didn’t need to guard each and every word with.

More tears fell, because it felt good to finally release. My shoulders shuddered, a sob…then another till I felt better and my eyes were just wet, not raining all over her nighty.

“Pia…I really promise not to be like this anymore…you are special to me in ways I don’t even understand yet” I held her shoulders and pushed her back so I could see into her eyes more clearly. Those blue pools of water I drank in. They looked a bit sad and very serious now. Maybe perplexed and probably because of me. But I had been listening…

“and I promise easily promise to be soooo very thankful you are here with me now because I truly am and not all the tears are like sorrow and feeling sorry for myself…there are some of joy…like that one…it is really!...but ok..my turn to listen…you..you wanted to ask. And then we can talk about your sleepwalking. “ I was trying to get my heart out of my throat and move one. Being a little perky usually did the trick. I’d wanted a boyfriend like the other girls, and more than a few times I’d had to have a bit of sugar and act perky to get over the fact I was just sex on a stick.

"Hush.. my dear.. no need to cry.. I have been pushing you, and I have no right to do that.", Pia reached up and wiped a tear from Cala's eye. She liked looking at those eyes. And did she sound a bit braver?
"And you know, I want to know all about that joy. And maybe we can share it. There is so much I'd like to do with you. We already did share it. That moment in the bathtub.. You know, despite everything after. I -think you kind of saved my life."

Pia knew she was the supposed to ask, but she wanted to say this. "Because I have been very lonely, and very afraid for a long time now. I used to be happy person. OK. Not everything was perfect. I mean, I have a ton of social hang up, but still.."
And now Pia knew she had to continue the story, which meant plunging into dark waters for her. And maybe disturb Cala. But if she did not dare here in the warm embrace, when would she?

"And then the.. well..then the rapes happened. And everything changed. I was determined to endure, and not become more of a victim then I had to, but my mind kept circling around it anyway, in an inward spiral. And no one could help me, and.."
She stopped. That had actually been easier than she thought it would be. There was tons more to say, but that was not the point, right now. It was as if Cala soothed the ugly memories. She just hoped she did not cause her any worries. Pia's features softens as she continues. On to the the good part!
"And then one day, I meet a beautiful and funny woman, who has eyes like jewelry and a deliciously wicked smile, and she likes me and she cracks open that hard shell casing I built around me. And she makes me happy. And not only that, you actually stood up for me! Cala Maysson Sumayyah puts her ass on the line for stupid little Pia!"
Pia smiled, practically beaming at Cala.

But there was still a few matters. And now comes the question. The serious part. "As happy as it makes me that you dared, you should not have attacked.. her. And I want you not to need to regret casting your sunshine on my glacier. I want to find a way avoid her wrath. I want to help."
She sighed.
"What do I need to know about Vera?"

Raped? So Vera had not been the first? It all seemed crazy and insane. I let her finish and then pulled her close, scootching my ass forward on the bed till she really was in my embrace and the length of our torsos touched. A warm soft touch that might in good time be something much more intimate. Something that I wanted to be much more intimate, but rape…that never went away. A small shudder shook me while I thought about the producer.

“Vera set me up with a Porn producer…at least that is what she said and well…everything was great at first till I didn’t want to do something he wanted me to do and it all went to hell…..soooo…” I paused considering everything as I held her close and closed my eyes.

“What we might want to ask ourselves is what is going on in this place. Something just does not feel right and I have seen Vera do some, well kinky mean things to students that broke the rules so to speak. If I ever disappear it just might be her fault, I don’t think I am going along with the program real well. It’s that rebel in me, but I really will try hard not to deck her.

Raped!...I think I had been. And that dream with Vera, drugs? Date rape drugs? Though I had liked that…immensely if truth be told. Every time I thought about it things down low got all twisted up.


“I’d still rather here about you sleep walking…”

Pia cringed when she heard about the porn producer. She could guess a bit about what that could mean, in place like this. She guessed there was more, much more to it, just like there was more to her part.

"Yeah, I heard you mention it", Pia whispered.
That was going to be her next question. She did not like the answer. That Cala had slept around did not bother her. Or that her ambition had been pornography. Nothing she had done had been worse than some of the things Pia had been made to do. But that Cala had been.. touched by this awful place.. Pia curled up even closer, hoping she could lend some warmth like Cala had.
And the talk about disappearing.. Pia cringed physically.
"Yeah. This is a.. strange place. Stuff happens. Stuff gets covered up. This is part Stepford and part prison"

"Uh. Anyway. Enough grimness. Sleepwalking." Now that they both had shared their traumas, Pia felt it was her job to get back to knowing the good stuff. "I used to have some sort of sleeping disorder as a child. Sleepwalking, talking in my sleep, real weird sleeping patterns. My parents did not think it serious at first. A restless sleeper, that is all. Until one morning, when they found me gone, the door to the apartment open, and me sleeping on the doormat of our neighbor. After that they put in an extra lock, above my reach."

"Anyway, there were test and doctors and stuff, which I really hated, but nothing conclusive. It abated rather quickly, anyway, but popped up in brief periods. Sometimes I would scare mom, with stuff I said or did. I never even knew."

Pia absentmindedly let a finger slide along her abandoned spoon, and put it into her mouth, melting ice cream on her tongue.
"One of my last instances, this was when i was older, because we had moved to our new house then.. Err.. Anyway. That night it seems I had gotten out of my bed, taken my pillow with me, and stuffed it into the toilet. Then I must have gone into the kitchen and kind off peed on the middle of the floor, before walking into the living room and curling up on the floor. This did of course happen on one night when a friend of my parents had slept over in our new guest room. And off course she had to wake up first and find out! I was completely mortified when I realized."

Pia scooped up some more melted ice cream, and with out thinking, placed her finger on Cala's lips.
"Can I ask you a question? What does your name mean? It is really beautiful."

I giggled when she asked me about the name. at least talking about her sleep walking was more fun then where we had gone before.

“My name…hmm….should I” I took my spoon and jammed it in the melting ice cream tucked between our tummy’s. My belly was getting cold even as the ice cream melted. Swirling the creamy chocolate around in my mouth I scooped another and brought the morsel to my loves lips. Pink full lips around such a soft light complexion. While she chewed I spoke

“ Cala is castle, though what my parents were thinking is beyond me. The said they prayed aove it and Allah showed them the way. Later on dad would say it meant stubborn. I was and am a stubborn little brat.” It was good to laugh about such trivial things. “you are warned Pia….you are warned. The smirk growing

“and summayah is to walk with a swinging gait…or proudly. So some might say stubborn pride is what I am all about. Probably why dad had to trick me aboard the place that brought me here, I have to hand it to m=him it was a great setup. I thought I was off to be a porn actress…and now here I am. There is no way out but to graduate and find a new way to turn his world upside down. And you…what does yours , mean?”

b]He sent you here to save you from porn?"[/b] Pia asked, after swallowing the ice cream Cala had fed her. It was such a strangely intimate gesture, being fed by another. She cherished the feeling.
"Err.. I hope you don't mind me saying this.. But, with all due respect, your father's sense of judgment stinks."

"Great taste in names, tho`, your parents, she continued. She let on finger slide along Cala's jawline. "Stubborn, proud walk. Cala Summayah.. beautiful..
Don't ever stop being proud and stubborn and fiery. You are so.. passionate. Like a warm fire in a bleak autumn landscape."

"My name is not so special, I am afraid. Pia and Marie are names that have been used in my family, and my parents wanted something within family tradition.. So here I am. Pia Marie. It means Pious Mary. Marie can mean 'strong' or 'pretty' as well. Not sure if that was the best fit. Hov is older, pre-Christian. A hov is a place of sacrifice, a hall of the gods. It is fairly common. I sometimes wish I had one of the older names, with meanings like 'wolfmother' or 'goddess of youth' or something.. But I guess Pia will do."
Pia raised herself up, a bit, face closer to Cala's face. She leaned forward, and gave her a quick kiss, just a peck, because now that the angst was over, it seemed like a good thing to do.
"Cala Maysson Summayah.", she said, smiling. "A proud name, like a ancient queen or something."

Pia was far to kind and good with her words.

“I think other than my naming his judgment stinks as well… “ chuckling I used my finger in the now slushy chocolate and placed it against her lips. I had enjoyed the kiss…and my earlier feelings about just wanting to cuddle were fast fading.

What was emerging was impish and impetuous, all the things Vera seemed to hate in me and Pia seemed to love.

“And Pious Mary…I suppose like your Christian Virgin Mary, who by the way we revere and the mother of a great profit, you are all cute innocence and joy, something I would hope you never stop being otherwise pouring chocolate all over your naked body and licking it off would not nearly be so fun.”

I grabbed the chocolate syrup and threatened her with it…a small drop landing in her hand that I immediately attacked with my mouth in good natured fun. My own giggling had commenced and the worries of the day left behind upon this place of sacrifice.

"Oh no! You don't!", Pia yelped with mock terror. Giggling, she half heartedly raised her hands to defend herself from the threatening bottle in Cala's hand.
A drop of the sticky substance dribbled onto her palm. This was followed by Cala's soft, soft lips.

She laughed more. "AHA! My evil plot has finally reached its conclusion! You are now literally eating out of my hand!", Pia said, trying to make her voice sound like a stereotypical movie villain. The effect was spoiled by a soft "mm".

It was just a kiss, but to Pia it was so much more. It made her feel all warm, and fuzzy, yet made her senses keener, like very cell of her skin was a tiny nerve ready to soak up as much of the kiss as possible.

Pia knew that soon her body would be ready, that soon she would crave much more. And why not?

“Oh is that what you think?” removing my lips and tongue from her hand and once more moving in with the chocolate.

“”your evil plan has been thwarted by my superior intellect. I know you drugged the choco…it would be your nefarious ways to place the aphrodisiac in something I cannot resist, but you shall not win.” I grinned in triumph and rose up on my knees above her. With a gently push I toppled her onto her back, lifted the front of her night gown and let a drop of chocolate hit that wonderful pale tummy of hers

“ah ha. You have not been done in by me.” I dove…lips and tongue eagerly lapping up the chocolate and then buzzing the kiss like my best friends dad used to do to us when we were littler.

“Do you surrender now or much I continue…” losing the silly accent as the laughter began.

Laughing, Pia let herself be pushed onto her back.
"Oh, no! Not the tummy!", Pia squealed with glee. She kicked her legs playfully, small kicks, heels drumsticks on the mattress. "Curses. Curses! Foiled again!", she added, trying to ape the voice of Mojo Jojo. She had been quite a Powerpuff fanatic in her younger days.

"Oh..mmm.. you shall never get me alive..", she murmured, as Cala's lips met her skin. She had never been buzz kissed before, at least not this way. Just another novel experience she had with Cala. She hoped there would be more.

Laughing a little in response to the gentle vibrations, she felt her body melt. Tension and exhaustion seemed to fade, she grew warmer. Her body and hearth craved this.

Gently, she tugged at her top, exposing more of her belly. She reached out, and snatched the bottle, and dropped a few more drops of chocolate syrup, and invitation to move higher.

The little minx took advantage of me while my attention was diverted to blowing raspberries, my hand suddenly empty of its contents. Watching the impish eyes and devilish grin as she pulled her shirt up further and left of trail of dark drops upon her pale skin I grinned all my own.

“I see I will have to follow the trail to discover the thief.” Lips upon the heated flesh, the taste of sugar and spice and everything nice fill my mouth. Her back arches, pushing her body against my mouth. Wiggling against me I sense the shift of the game and glance upwards along her body. There before my lies the peak of vanilla ice-cream, a juicy pink strawberry at its summit, the dark brown chocolate running in slow drizzles from the top like some juicy volcano.

Giggling in delight I slowly let my tongue lead me upwards. Teasing, touching, and stroking the quivering flesh below me. Pia wiggles, squirms but I pay it no heed till my lips close upon her strawberry and I pull its juicy chocolate covered point into my mouth. With my tongue I explore the hard shell, opening my eyes long enough to see her face twisted in pleasure her Night shirt draped around a singly arm and the chocolate syrup container in her other hand.

Moving upwards I release her turgid swollen point and smile.

“so where does the thief’s trail now lead?”

Oh yes. Kisses. Lips. Tongue. Each touch made Pia's breath a little heavier, her heartbeat a little harder. Cala was turning her on, turning her on good.
Pia was smiling, making little laughs, enjoying herself, but behind it all, she can feel something swelling. Something big and deep and passionate and real. And it is growing and getting bigger.

Excitedly, she watches her lower slowly move upwards. Watches that luxurious hair, sometimes a glance from sparkling eyes. Watches the meeting of pale and dark skin.
The contrast would be a nude photographer's dream, she absentmindedly notes.

Cala's mouth closes on erect bud. Dark shapely lips on a pink top, exposed on top of a paler hill.
Pia gasped, sensation flooding her like a starkly liquid.

“so where does the thief’s trail now lead?”

Pia feels something wet on her hand. Distracted, she has failed to notice that she has spilled chocolate syrup on her hand.
"Oh, it seems the culprit has left some evidence on her hand. If you can secure a fingerprint.."

Teasingly, she held a finger, slick with a chocolate stain in front of Cala's face, an inch from her mouth. Instead of letting Cala lick or suck it off, she moved it upwards along her body, towards her own grinning face, inviting Cala to follow it. The other hand she raises, to lightly stroke her lovers side.
"If you can catch the thief, there might be a reward for you.."