/ I’m not a native speaker, so please forgive me some grammar or style issues. /
Вe the Оne (F/F, all over, light erotic)
The explosion knocked Alice down and threw her in the corner, giving no time to get frightened. Plunged into darkness and deafened by the falling walls, she felt the floor heave and tremble, then it all ceased.
When Alice got over the shock, she moved a little. Her arm ached, but was not broken. As her eyes accommodated to the dark, she discerned a faint light passing through the rubble. She couldn’t believe she survived the collapse. Few sore scratches didn’t upset her much. First of all, her head was clear – Alice, a trainee journalist at the local paper. She rose up on all fours and gingerly felt her way towards the breach.
***
That morning Alice was in no hurry to get up. Woken by the sun’s rays shining down upon her pillow, she rubbed her eyes, watched the time and stretched like a cat. The editor ordered her to attend a press-conference held by some research institute, but her mind was still preoccupied with a strange quirk of event that happened to her yesterday.
Last night she drank perhaps some extra shot or two at a party. She leisurely walked around the hall, when in the delusive half-light she spotted a vague silhouette of a girl approaching right towards her, and Alice’s heart skipped a bit. The stranger’s fair hair framed her pretty and somehow painfully familiar face. The girl looked at her attentively and friendly. As if flying on a swing, Alice got cold sparks in her stomach. The instant she saw the stranger, Alice knew that girl was the one she had been looking for all her life. Trying not to reveal her thrill, Alice smiled coyly to the stranger and couldn’t believe her luck when the girl smiled in reply, looking now only at her. Free like in a dream, Alice reached out in unison with the stranger’s movement to touch her fingertips, but instead she only hit a cold glass. A mirror. Just a large mirror all over the wall.
Alice left alone, and couldn’t fell asleep a long while that night.
***
The press conference was a big disappointment. Local residents were troubled by some side effects of the research lab activity, which they allegedly experienced, but the scientist denied it all. The reporters left dissatisfied, but feisty spirit of Alice didn’t let her give in that much easily. So once outside, she turned and walked around the lab’s fence.
Alice wasn’t good at science, but she perfectly realized that without a sensational report written up it made no sense to appear at the paper’s office. Soon she spotted a tree leaning over the fence behind some desolate overgrown bushes and furtively glanced back. Like as a kid she used to purloin her neighbors’ apples, Alice set off for the fee she was promised.
***
It wasn’t hard at all to get in – the door wide open and nobody inside, but as she took her first steps along the empty corridor the whole building shook violently and the ceiling caved in. So, her only concern now was how to get out of here alive.
Alice looked out cautiously from the breach. Few lamps were still on, lit faintly in the clouds of dust. Here she could stand up full-length. Her shoes were lost somewhere behind in the debris, but she didn’t care. She crept along the mangled passage, stepping carefully the cold concrete strewn with shattered bricks, and peeked around the corner. The empty corridor had no windows and looked intact, with the endless raw of identical locked doors. It seemed that the entire staff had been evacuated. It was much easier to walk here with no sharp shards scattered on the floor, and the deserted premises echoed her quick footsteps.
***
Time went by, but Alice couldn’t find the exit from the maze of the collapsed building. Sobbing quietly and wiping her eyes, she tried the nobs of all the locked doors, when one of them suddenly yield to her pressure. Alice pushed the door open, and the hinges creaked. She paused a little and peered inside.
There was a spacious hall with a massive construction in the middle. The structure resembled the Eiffel Tower by its shape and rose up to the high ceiling. But Alice forgot all that as she saw a body lying just at the threshold. At first glance, it seemed breathless. Alice overcame her aversion and stepped closer. It was a young woman in her mid-twenties, and she was alive.
Her breath was calm, as if she was sleeping serenely. The stranger’s fair hair hid her face. Her short skirt perhaps once used to be white, while the matching crop top of hers looked much cleaner. Alice was unpleasantly surprised that the stranger’s outfit exactly repeated her own, except for Alice had a thin jacket on. Like Alice, the stranger was barefoot, and her neat soles were stained with fresh dirt, not ingrained yet in the soft skin.
Alice knelt down at her, brushed gently the hair away from the girl’s face and drew back, astonished. She could swear that girl was the very stranger who approached her from the depth of the mirror last night, only to appear now in the flesh in the very heart of the abandoned building.
Alice slowly reached for her cheek, as if she was afraid to hit glass once again. Whoever that girl was, the warmth of her body amid the dead silence calmed down Alice with great relief. She felt they knew each other for ages. She isn't alone any longer. Together they would definitely find the way out of here and never part again.
Alice stroked the stranger’s arms tenderly and noticed some raw grazes. Without hesitation, she took off her already tattered jacked and tore it into swathes. She taped up the girl’s arms, even though all the scratches stopped bleeding long ago. Not able to take the pulse, with a covert pleasure Alice placed her ear against the stranger’s cleavage. Much to her surprise, the very whiff of the girl’s body seemed to Alice somehow darling and familiar. As if in reply to all her care, the stranger moved a little and opened her eyes.
She reached out limply, and their hands touched.
‘Who are you?’ Alice asked, with a strange feeling that she already knew the answer.
But before the girl replied, a sharp rustle came from somewhere near. Alice gave a start and jumped on her feet. That creepy place made her imagine some danger lurking the dark corners all around her, and a cold wave of primordial horror ran along her spine.
Standing in the middle of an open space, she felt so noticeable and defenseless. She quickly looked around, grabbed her enigmatic from-the-mirror friend and dragged her carefully to the secluded niche right under the massive structure in the center of the hall. The girl moaned quietly, but Alice hauled her under the shelter and crawled inside.
She clutched the stranger’s arms, pleading her not to move, but couldn’t hush her. In despair, Alice unwound free ends of the bandage and tied the girl’s wrists up to something above her head. She thought their scuffle was heard all over the place, when yet another distinct rustle came from the outside.
Alice leaned heavily on the stranger, with her palm against the girl’s mouth, begging her for silence. The girl finally quietened down, and they lay motionlessly so close to each other as their bodies fused together, breathing one rhythm. Alice listened out intently, but the silence wasn’t broken, and her fear began to wane, giving way to a heady alleviation. She rose up a little face to face with the stunned girl, their hair mingled.
‘Who are you?’ Alice whispered, and, as there was no response, patted her cheek. ‘Are you O’K?’
The stranger didn’t answer, frozen in some stupefaction, and Alice gave her a long stare. She couldn’t help thinking she had seen her before. Alice ran her fingers through the girl’s fair curls, indistinguishable from her own, but all these couldn’t solve the riddle of her presence here. That intimate proximity to the girl filled Alice with a certain thrill now, and she felt aroused.
She laid her hands on the stranger’s waist, examining her slim body with delight, enjoying some deep tremble under her fingertips. Alice slowly followed all the curves of the girl’s hips and sides, as if her fingers tried to memorize the shape of that figure. Then her hands moved up, and her palms were filled up with soft warmth of the stranger’s ripe breasts. Alice overtly caressed the young woman now, but her curiosity grew even stronger. Under the thin top she felt just the stranger’s perky nipples, but it didn’t give her any clue, so Alice slid her fingers down the stranger’s skirt. The bottom of her abdomen shivered a little with every touch, but her scanty panties hid no secrets as well.
Alice went on to the stranger’s legs. Her feet were well-groomed, with neatly polished toenails, but looked like if the girl had to walk recently a long trek barefoot. Alice just wondered where the stranger came from. The flesh of her soles was pleasantly cool to the touch, and Alice lingered on bending each separate cute toe up inquisitively as if just to play with them, but when her fingers found their way under the toes and ran down the arches, the girl came to live and uttered a giggle, twirling her feet away from Alice’s hands.
‘Let me loose!’ the stranger looked at her, trying to release her wrists.
‘Not now,’ Alice bent forward and kissed her lips gently, as if hushing her. ‘You make too much noise. Someone’s out there, big and scary,’ she whispered.
The girl looked around, but there was only dead silence.
‘Just tell me, please, are you O’K?’ Alice even didn’t ask the girl her name, feeling as if she knew her all her life.
The stranger nodded her head affirmatively.
‘Do you know how to get out of here?’ Alice asked, having no doubt that her new mate wasn’t an Institute folk.
‘I’ve walked all around; all exits are blocked.’
‘So have I,’ Alice sighed and paused, cuddling the girl. She thought it would take many days to be finally rescued.
‘But who are you?’ the stranger inquired after a while.
‘Me?’ Alice pondered for a moment. ‘I mess with not my business, and got into a big trouble now.’
‘How familiar it is.’ the stranger closed her eyes and trustingly relaxed under the Alice’s palms.
It looked like an invitation, and Alice settled herself astride the supine girl’s hips. The skimpy top of hers left her abdomen wide open with a pert bellybutton right in the middle. Alice fondled gently the girl’s sides and tummy, which shacked slightly at every unexpected touch. She slowly explored the youthful body, feeling its involuntary shiver every time her fingertips slid across her waist. Alice enjoyed it when the stranger’s taut stomach tremble with some sort of silent laughter as her fingertips circled round the girl’s navel. Her mate held her breath for a moment and turned away, her face buried in her forearm. Stifled giggles pumped up her lips, but she didn’t utter a sound.
Alice have no intention to untie the knots holding down that lovely girl now, and the very thought she could possess the desired stranger entirely at her disposal made her dizzy. Her open armpits exposed the impeccably smooth skin as Alice ran her palms along the girl’s arms down to her sides. The young woman breathed harder as the frisky fingers found her nipples to tease, and her back bent up with an agreeable languor at sweet incursion down her panties. Alice gave her a long kiss just to feel the eager response of her mouth, and proceeded with her lips down the girl’s neck and ears, but as her tongue strayed into her underarms, the girl snorted with giggles, trying to wriggle free.
‘But how did you get here?’ Alice stopped teasing her and moved over a little, still puzzled with the girl’s identity.
‘Let it be my secret,’ the stranger tried to evade the issue.
‘Ah, well,’ still straddling her mate’s thighs, Alice leaned back and tossed her hand behind. She swiftly found the girl’s feet, and her agile fingernails ran along her soles, trying to get under her toes.
‘Stop it!’ the very first strokes made the stranger dissolve into laughter, with her feet twisting and knees jerking.
‘Now I’ll make you talk!’ Alice mischievously glanced right in her eyes. Alice knew the power of such touches all too well, since her friends often exploited that great weakness of her own. Perhaps she still felt hurt that the stranger eluded her the other day, and tasted sweet revenge now.
Alice went on running her fingers all the way along the stranger’s feet from her curling toes to her smooth heels, up and down again, following her twirling soles and pursuing them everywhere with no place to hide. The girl had obviously taken much attention to her pedicure, but now it all worked only against her, so traitorously adding sensitivity to her most vulnerable spots. Alice was amused at how easily that young woman broke into helpless giggles by a simple finger touch. She didn’t want to push it to the limit though, stroking her mate’s feet lightly enough for the girl just not being able to lie still a single moment, as if their flirting game continued on the new level of stirring teasing and caress.
Not even trying to hold herself, the stranger let all the giggles pass freely through her body just to release them in her playful laughter, and pitch of it naturally followed the rapid tempo of restless fingers dancing on her soles. It seemed the girl could frolic that way endlessly, rocking slowly from side to side, while her voice purred smoothly like a babbling brook. Infatuated with that little duel of their self-wills, Alice watched the laughing girl’s face. Her eyes gleamed with tears as she tossed her head side to side in a whirlpool of her fair curls with her cheeks flushing scarlet, her wet lips gulping the air while singing her melodious laughter.
Alice stopped right before it became exasperating. As the girl restored her breath, she stared at Alice with deep anxiety. Surprised by that change, Alice just kissed her again to calm her down.
‘You are a giggle girl,’ Alice ruffled her hair affectionately.
‘The way I said it!’ the stranger gasped.
‘That’s wrong?’ Alice was totally perplexed now.
‘Why... you’ll do it? Why... I did it... What the silly way we met! Please forgive me. But well, it’s your own fault...'
Alice stared at her, bewildered, while the girl went on with more agitation:
‘Listen to me, we must run from here, now! Just let me go. We have no time to lose. Time... what do you know... what do I know about it...’
‘But we have nowhere to run,’ Alice bemused. ‘There is no exit, it’s all blocked. Here is the safest place. What can happen here to us – to you and to me?’
‘To you – the same as to me!’
‘If you know something, why don’t you tell?’ Alice lost her temper. ‘Answer me, what's gonna happen! Will anyone come here?’
That suspense frightened her again, and the stranger was to blame for it – why is she so reluctant to tell? Alice felt an urge to lash out at the girl, but instead she seized her sides and dug her fingers under her ribs. Taken aback, the girl jerked as if an electric charge passed through her taut body. She gasped for a moment, wriggled wildly and burst into hysterical yells. The sudden attack almost shot her into the air, she twisted and sprung up, desperately trying to throw Alice off, laughing helplessly.
With some wicked delight Alice now took no pity on the girl, and dug all her fingers into her defenseless armpits. The girl bent her head with a flurry of her fair curls and threw it back in a fit of ceaseless laughter, so Alice could see her graceful neck, her lips gasping for breath, her eyes shut. In a last-ditch effort, the girl strained every nerve to regain power over her disobedient body. Gritting her teeth against all that giggles she could barely stand, the stranger held up her breath and froze, motionless and tight. She resisted Alice for few long seconds, but their forces were not equal. As Alice slid her hands down the girl’s sides, the stranger jerked in one momentary lapse of control and gave in to fits of wild laughter in the total downfall of her willpower, unable to stand a fingertip wriggling under her ribs.
She was out of her breath with unstoppable laughter, unable to avoid the nimble fingers reaching her now everywhere, while Alice just reveled in her unmitigated power over her mate, giving her no mercy. She was surprised at how much she enjoyed that new to her malicious pleasure to drive that strong and willful young woman out of her mind, making her laugh till the tears. It seemed the whole wayward body of hers lived now its own life she couldn’t resist, drowning in the waves of hysterical laughter.
Alice cringed at the thought she could be on her place, but staved off that vision. She just couldn’t quench her thirst at that pulsing fountain of live energy, throbbing right under her hands. The vortex of sparks her fingertips sent through the stranger’s body miraculously turned into the laughter she couldn’t hold back, while Alice fully indulged in the dreamlike obsession to force the grown-up girl into laughing insanity. She was so close Alice could feel her breath on her face, the tiny bits of spittle as her wet lips gasped for air, the scent of her warmed-up body. Alice thought she could feel the very soul of the girl through her body, perceive the deep shiver of her entity itself.
Out of her breath, the girl could only moan with laughter, throwing back her head, but the restless fingers never leaved her for a second, from her armpits to her ribs, up and down along her sides, back and forth across her waist. Feeling no repentance, Alice made the girl gasp in helpless laughter, toss and turn frantically in her tenacious hands, until she lay exhausted, just gulping for air.
Then Alice finally stopped. Only now she realized that the massive construction above her had woken up. The whole tower trembled and hummed, as if there was a swarm of angry bees. Alice crawled out to look around only to freeze in amazement – the girl already stood there right across the tower, looking at her with the same surprise. Alice couldn’t believe her eyes how quickly her mate escaped, but at that moment a loud crack somewhere high above broke the silence, and sparkles poured down to the floor. The stranger dashed to the door. Alice tried to follow, but a dazzling flash pierced her through, and she felt she was falling an abyss.
***
When Alice regained consciousness, she was where the blast overtook her. The tower was silent now. Still dopey, Alice tried to stand up. Her mate couldn't escape as well, lying now at the threshold. Suddenly the door creaked open, and Alice ducked down behind some boxes piled in the dark corner. For a second she thought the stranger came to life and stood in the door frame, but then she saw the girl’s body lying at the stranger’s feet.
The newcomer looked around and leaned over the body. Alice only remarked they looked like twin sisters. Trying to hide better, Alice accidentally kicked one of the boxes. The newcomer stood up and then hauled the girl under the massive central structure. Alice watched the scene with a grim sense of foreboding. She felt an urge to run, but just hit jet another box. Alice froze, unable to understand anything at all.
Soon she heard muffled noise of some scuffle, and listened attentively. The giggles she heard were ceaseless now. With a strange excitement Alice sneaked closer. Down that niche a girl was laughing out of her mind. Alice’s first intention was to meddle in, but she stopped in hesitation. That sound miraculously lured her, making her feel aroused.
She knelt down and peeped inside. One of the girls straddled her peer, forcing her into paroxysms of hysterical laughter. Her mate was pinned down the way that only her shapely legs were visible, with her toes convulsively curling down and bending up as she jerks and wriggles frantically. Alice couldn’t see the girl’s face, but her laughter sounded like an enchanting music, permeating the entire room. It poured freely, quietened down to a purl, gurgled like a steam, rose to hysterical pitch, echoed around, but never stop for a second, and Alice listened to it, transfixed.
In that laughter, she could hear all the vain attempts of a lusty woman to break free, her raging anger and her despair, her raving vigor and her utter failing, her dissipated sense and ongoing madness, her pleasure and anguish. Those fits of helpless laughter shook her entire body, making her shriek and roar to exhaustion.
With a deep shiver Alice watched that otherwise confident and self-reliant beauty in the moment of her great weakness, prostrated and powerless at every whim of her rival. The sight of her peer being forced into insane hysteria reverberated through her own flesh and filled her groin with a restless warmth. Alice wanted the scene never end. Fascinated, she just longed to plunge into that tempestuous surge of rioting energy she felt from afar.
That spell was broken by a growing hum from above the tower. The laughter finally stopped. Alice tried to step back into the shade, but the stranger crawled out and saw her. Here they stood for a moment, looking at each other, when sparks poured down to the floor, and Alice rushed to the exit. She almost reached the door, when the flash impaled her again, throwing into an abyss.
***
This time she was stunned much deeper. After a while she realized that there was someone near, and opened her eyes. In the faint light, Alice saw a fair-haired girl leaning over her.
‘Who are you?’ the stranger asked.
But before Alice could answer, the girl grasped her hands and dragged her somewhere. Alice felt passing out again, only to discover next minute that her wrists were tied up above her head.
‘Who are you?’ the stranger whispered.
With her vision still blurred, Alice recognized her enigmatic from-the-mirror mate, her uncombed fair curls, the sound of her voice, and it calmed her down.
‘Are you O’K?’ the stranger asked fondly. Alice could barely hear her, fainted for a moment, but soon she felt as if her feet were rubbed somehow and it woke her up.
‘Let me loose!’ Alice tried to free her wrists.
‘Not now,’ the stranger whispered, kissing gently her lips as if an appeal for silence. ‘You make too much noise. Someone’s out there, big and scary.’
Alice looked around, but didn’t see anything.
‘Just tell me, please, are you O’K?’ the stranger repeated her question, and Alice nodded her head in reply. After all that insane day, she finally began coming to life.
‘Do you know how to get out of here?’ the girl asked.
‘I’ve walked all around,’ Alice said quietly, feeling worn out. ‘All exits are blocked.’
‘So have I,’ the stranger sighed and cuddled her fondly.
‘But who are you?’ Alice inquired after a while, trying to solve the riddle.
‘Me?’ the stranger pondered. ‘I mess with not my business, and got into a big trouble now.’
‘How familiar it is,’ Alice closed her eyes and relaxed, feeling safe in the arms of her mate. The girl’s fingers started to fondle her sides and belly, arising pleasant shiver on their way. The stranger’s hands were perhaps a bit immodest for the first date, but Alice liked it, felt aroused by the lovely girl’s kisses and caress.
‘But how did you get here?’ the stranger finally went on with her questions.
‘Let it be my secret,’ Alice wrinkled up her nose childishly, having no intention to discuss the details of her presence where she shouldn’t be.
‘Ah, well,’ the stranger tossed her arm behind and Alice felt a sudden touch on her feet.
‘Stop it!’ Alice gave a yelp of surprise and burst out giggling at once.
‘Now I’ll make you talk!’ playfully, but with some vicious mischief the stranger attacked her bare soles.
That nimble fingers that Alice couldn’t even see ran her feet with surprising agility. It felt like a sparkling wine rushed along her body, teasing every nerve on its way. ‘What sharp fingernails she has!’ Alice just thought, gasping for air when they found their way right under her toes and down to her heels, sliding her all too sensitive skin.
Alice could never predict the next move of these stinging nails. One moment they playfully flitted her toes, fluttered and slightly teased her arches, only to went for a sudden run across her soles with all pointed ends clustered together or one by one. It seemed the girl knew all the secret weaknesses of her body, and her restless fingers made Alice moan with laughter. But soon the stranger quitted it – right in time before Alice grew annoyed with that game.
As Alice caught her breath, all their conversations seemed extremely familiar to her, and an impossible surmise accrued to her, that in some inconceivable way she is dealing with herself.
‘You are a giggle girl,’ the stranger patted her tenderly and kissed her cheek.
‘The way I said it!’ Alice gasped as she clearly recalled her own words. Now she had no doubt about her insane conjecture.
‘That’s wrong?’ the stranger was totally perplexed.
In the blink of an eye Alice realized who that laughing girl in her hands really was, and that past was her future now.
‘Why... you’ll do it? Why... I did it... What the silly way we met! Please forgive me. But well, it’s your own fault...'
The stranger stared at her, bewildered, while Alice tried to persuade her:
‘Listen to me, we must run from here, now! Just let me go. We have no time to lose. Time... what do you know... what do I know about it...’
‘But we have nowhere to run,’ the stranger bemused. ‘There is no exit, it’s all blocked. Here is the safest place. What can happen here to us – to you and to me?’
‘To you – the same as to me!’ Alice warned her confusedly, not able to find words for the proper explanation.
‘If you know something, why don’t you tell?’ the stranger lost her temper. ‘Answer me, what's gonna happen! Will anyone come here?’
Before Alice could answer, the stranger attacked her sides and ribs mercilessly, throwing her into unstoppable hysteria. Few minutes ago, it used to be a pleasant game to play, a short flirting with some giggles to laugh, but now Alice experienced the full power that her rival’s fingers could have over her body and mind. The torment lingered on endlessly, leaving her no hope that it would ever end.
She moaned with laughter, not able to escape those hands – her own hands, driven by her own passion that she damned now. ‘I wish I had my nails cut,’ she only thought, but it wasn’t a laughable matter at all.
‘Quit it! Are you blind, just recognize me at last!’ she pleaded herself in vain, not able to utter a word. But would she ever listen to her?
‘Save me!’ gulping for air, she appealed to herself looking from aside. ‘I know you are standing here, so quit watching me, just stop her now, stop... myself!’
But instead Alice could only laugh out of her breath, unable to break free, unable to resist. Her mind was blown to smithereens by overwhelming torrent passing through every nerve of her body. Tears blurred her sight, and like in the mirror Alice could see only the merciless look of so familiar eyes with no pity in them, and it made her lose any hope. Unable to breathe, she heard only her own exhausted laughter, and didn’t even notice the moment her ordeal was over.
Alice could barely restore her breath. ‘I’ll never go playing around with gals again,’ she thought, wondering only how she didn’t die under her own fingers. From the shelter she saw the legs of her mate standing outside, while by the other side was the exact pair of bare feet, belonging to another girl. Alice wanted to warn them that this thing was about to discharge, when the dazzling flash threw her into non-existence.
***
Alice slowly came to life. She lay in the very niche, her arms still restrained. The hall was brightly lit now, and she heard voices and footsteps of some people. Before they noticed her, Alice had to free herself, and she looked up to see what her wrists were tied up to. The strips were wound around an openwork metal pillar, which shone now with glaring beam passing inside through it. Alice realized that it was her chance. Stretching her arms out as high as she could, she put the bandage in a slit. Having barely touched the beam, the material just vaporized. The whole construction above her buzzed loudly as if overstrained, but Alice felt her arms regaining freedom. Trying not to scald herself, she placed more and more layers in the raging beam until the last one was cut.
The buzzing structure above her was in a rage. The alarm went off, and Alice heard people running. She took a peep outside. The lab room looked clean and undamaged. She saw the scientist rushing out, and with no hesitation followed them. Nobody took any notice of a barefoot girl scooting off. The corridor had no traces of the destruction as well. Alice chased the stampeding staff up to the exit, where they headed to the shelter across the yard. Here she split off them, climbed some crates piled right at a fence, and swung over it. As she landed outside, a powerful blast shook the ground under her feet and the treetops swayed. Alice had no intention to tempt her fate any longer and left that much too turbulent site for home.
Strangely, the sun was still high in the sky and the shades haven’t moved a bit, as if she trespassed on the Institute just a minute ago. Only now Alice realized that the machine in the lab somehow threw her back in time, again and again.
So, the day has just begun and she had plenty of time to write the paper’s column. Perhaps she didn’t find the material for a sensational one, but instead she got to know herself better – but it was something she would never tell anyone.
the end
Вe the Оne (F/F, all over, light erotic)
The explosion knocked Alice down and threw her in the corner, giving no time to get frightened. Plunged into darkness and deafened by the falling walls, she felt the floor heave and tremble, then it all ceased.
When Alice got over the shock, she moved a little. Her arm ached, but was not broken. As her eyes accommodated to the dark, she discerned a faint light passing through the rubble. She couldn’t believe she survived the collapse. Few sore scratches didn’t upset her much. First of all, her head was clear – Alice, a trainee journalist at the local paper. She rose up on all fours and gingerly felt her way towards the breach.
***
That morning Alice was in no hurry to get up. Woken by the sun’s rays shining down upon her pillow, she rubbed her eyes, watched the time and stretched like a cat. The editor ordered her to attend a press-conference held by some research institute, but her mind was still preoccupied with a strange quirk of event that happened to her yesterday.
Last night she drank perhaps some extra shot or two at a party. She leisurely walked around the hall, when in the delusive half-light she spotted a vague silhouette of a girl approaching right towards her, and Alice’s heart skipped a bit. The stranger’s fair hair framed her pretty and somehow painfully familiar face. The girl looked at her attentively and friendly. As if flying on a swing, Alice got cold sparks in her stomach. The instant she saw the stranger, Alice knew that girl was the one she had been looking for all her life. Trying not to reveal her thrill, Alice smiled coyly to the stranger and couldn’t believe her luck when the girl smiled in reply, looking now only at her. Free like in a dream, Alice reached out in unison with the stranger’s movement to touch her fingertips, but instead she only hit a cold glass. A mirror. Just a large mirror all over the wall.
Alice left alone, and couldn’t fell asleep a long while that night.
***
The press conference was a big disappointment. Local residents were troubled by some side effects of the research lab activity, which they allegedly experienced, but the scientist denied it all. The reporters left dissatisfied, but feisty spirit of Alice didn’t let her give in that much easily. So once outside, she turned and walked around the lab’s fence.
Alice wasn’t good at science, but she perfectly realized that without a sensational report written up it made no sense to appear at the paper’s office. Soon she spotted a tree leaning over the fence behind some desolate overgrown bushes and furtively glanced back. Like as a kid she used to purloin her neighbors’ apples, Alice set off for the fee she was promised.
***
It wasn’t hard at all to get in – the door wide open and nobody inside, but as she took her first steps along the empty corridor the whole building shook violently and the ceiling caved in. So, her only concern now was how to get out of here alive.
Alice looked out cautiously from the breach. Few lamps were still on, lit faintly in the clouds of dust. Here she could stand up full-length. Her shoes were lost somewhere behind in the debris, but she didn’t care. She crept along the mangled passage, stepping carefully the cold concrete strewn with shattered bricks, and peeked around the corner. The empty corridor had no windows and looked intact, with the endless raw of identical locked doors. It seemed that the entire staff had been evacuated. It was much easier to walk here with no sharp shards scattered on the floor, and the deserted premises echoed her quick footsteps.
***
Time went by, but Alice couldn’t find the exit from the maze of the collapsed building. Sobbing quietly and wiping her eyes, she tried the nobs of all the locked doors, when one of them suddenly yield to her pressure. Alice pushed the door open, and the hinges creaked. She paused a little and peered inside.
There was a spacious hall with a massive construction in the middle. The structure resembled the Eiffel Tower by its shape and rose up to the high ceiling. But Alice forgot all that as she saw a body lying just at the threshold. At first glance, it seemed breathless. Alice overcame her aversion and stepped closer. It was a young woman in her mid-twenties, and she was alive.
Her breath was calm, as if she was sleeping serenely. The stranger’s fair hair hid her face. Her short skirt perhaps once used to be white, while the matching crop top of hers looked much cleaner. Alice was unpleasantly surprised that the stranger’s outfit exactly repeated her own, except for Alice had a thin jacket on. Like Alice, the stranger was barefoot, and her neat soles were stained with fresh dirt, not ingrained yet in the soft skin.
Alice knelt down at her, brushed gently the hair away from the girl’s face and drew back, astonished. She could swear that girl was the very stranger who approached her from the depth of the mirror last night, only to appear now in the flesh in the very heart of the abandoned building.
Alice slowly reached for her cheek, as if she was afraid to hit glass once again. Whoever that girl was, the warmth of her body amid the dead silence calmed down Alice with great relief. She felt they knew each other for ages. She isn't alone any longer. Together they would definitely find the way out of here and never part again.
Alice stroked the stranger’s arms tenderly and noticed some raw grazes. Without hesitation, she took off her already tattered jacked and tore it into swathes. She taped up the girl’s arms, even though all the scratches stopped bleeding long ago. Not able to take the pulse, with a covert pleasure Alice placed her ear against the stranger’s cleavage. Much to her surprise, the very whiff of the girl’s body seemed to Alice somehow darling and familiar. As if in reply to all her care, the stranger moved a little and opened her eyes.
She reached out limply, and their hands touched.
‘Who are you?’ Alice asked, with a strange feeling that she already knew the answer.
But before the girl replied, a sharp rustle came from somewhere near. Alice gave a start and jumped on her feet. That creepy place made her imagine some danger lurking the dark corners all around her, and a cold wave of primordial horror ran along her spine.
Standing in the middle of an open space, she felt so noticeable and defenseless. She quickly looked around, grabbed her enigmatic from-the-mirror friend and dragged her carefully to the secluded niche right under the massive structure in the center of the hall. The girl moaned quietly, but Alice hauled her under the shelter and crawled inside.
She clutched the stranger’s arms, pleading her not to move, but couldn’t hush her. In despair, Alice unwound free ends of the bandage and tied the girl’s wrists up to something above her head. She thought their scuffle was heard all over the place, when yet another distinct rustle came from the outside.
Alice leaned heavily on the stranger, with her palm against the girl’s mouth, begging her for silence. The girl finally quietened down, and they lay motionlessly so close to each other as their bodies fused together, breathing one rhythm. Alice listened out intently, but the silence wasn’t broken, and her fear began to wane, giving way to a heady alleviation. She rose up a little face to face with the stunned girl, their hair mingled.
‘Who are you?’ Alice whispered, and, as there was no response, patted her cheek. ‘Are you O’K?’
The stranger didn’t answer, frozen in some stupefaction, and Alice gave her a long stare. She couldn’t help thinking she had seen her before. Alice ran her fingers through the girl’s fair curls, indistinguishable from her own, but all these couldn’t solve the riddle of her presence here. That intimate proximity to the girl filled Alice with a certain thrill now, and she felt aroused.
She laid her hands on the stranger’s waist, examining her slim body with delight, enjoying some deep tremble under her fingertips. Alice slowly followed all the curves of the girl’s hips and sides, as if her fingers tried to memorize the shape of that figure. Then her hands moved up, and her palms were filled up with soft warmth of the stranger’s ripe breasts. Alice overtly caressed the young woman now, but her curiosity grew even stronger. Under the thin top she felt just the stranger’s perky nipples, but it didn’t give her any clue, so Alice slid her fingers down the stranger’s skirt. The bottom of her abdomen shivered a little with every touch, but her scanty panties hid no secrets as well.
Alice went on to the stranger’s legs. Her feet were well-groomed, with neatly polished toenails, but looked like if the girl had to walk recently a long trek barefoot. Alice just wondered where the stranger came from. The flesh of her soles was pleasantly cool to the touch, and Alice lingered on bending each separate cute toe up inquisitively as if just to play with them, but when her fingers found their way under the toes and ran down the arches, the girl came to live and uttered a giggle, twirling her feet away from Alice’s hands.
‘Let me loose!’ the stranger looked at her, trying to release her wrists.
‘Not now,’ Alice bent forward and kissed her lips gently, as if hushing her. ‘You make too much noise. Someone’s out there, big and scary,’ she whispered.
The girl looked around, but there was only dead silence.
‘Just tell me, please, are you O’K?’ Alice even didn’t ask the girl her name, feeling as if she knew her all her life.
The stranger nodded her head affirmatively.
‘Do you know how to get out of here?’ Alice asked, having no doubt that her new mate wasn’t an Institute folk.
‘I’ve walked all around; all exits are blocked.’
‘So have I,’ Alice sighed and paused, cuddling the girl. She thought it would take many days to be finally rescued.
‘But who are you?’ the stranger inquired after a while.
‘Me?’ Alice pondered for a moment. ‘I mess with not my business, and got into a big trouble now.’
‘How familiar it is.’ the stranger closed her eyes and trustingly relaxed under the Alice’s palms.
It looked like an invitation, and Alice settled herself astride the supine girl’s hips. The skimpy top of hers left her abdomen wide open with a pert bellybutton right in the middle. Alice fondled gently the girl’s sides and tummy, which shacked slightly at every unexpected touch. She slowly explored the youthful body, feeling its involuntary shiver every time her fingertips slid across her waist. Alice enjoyed it when the stranger’s taut stomach tremble with some sort of silent laughter as her fingertips circled round the girl’s navel. Her mate held her breath for a moment and turned away, her face buried in her forearm. Stifled giggles pumped up her lips, but she didn’t utter a sound.
Alice have no intention to untie the knots holding down that lovely girl now, and the very thought she could possess the desired stranger entirely at her disposal made her dizzy. Her open armpits exposed the impeccably smooth skin as Alice ran her palms along the girl’s arms down to her sides. The young woman breathed harder as the frisky fingers found her nipples to tease, and her back bent up with an agreeable languor at sweet incursion down her panties. Alice gave her a long kiss just to feel the eager response of her mouth, and proceeded with her lips down the girl’s neck and ears, but as her tongue strayed into her underarms, the girl snorted with giggles, trying to wriggle free.
‘But how did you get here?’ Alice stopped teasing her and moved over a little, still puzzled with the girl’s identity.
‘Let it be my secret,’ the stranger tried to evade the issue.
‘Ah, well,’ still straddling her mate’s thighs, Alice leaned back and tossed her hand behind. She swiftly found the girl’s feet, and her agile fingernails ran along her soles, trying to get under her toes.
‘Stop it!’ the very first strokes made the stranger dissolve into laughter, with her feet twisting and knees jerking.
‘Now I’ll make you talk!’ Alice mischievously glanced right in her eyes. Alice knew the power of such touches all too well, since her friends often exploited that great weakness of her own. Perhaps she still felt hurt that the stranger eluded her the other day, and tasted sweet revenge now.
Alice went on running her fingers all the way along the stranger’s feet from her curling toes to her smooth heels, up and down again, following her twirling soles and pursuing them everywhere with no place to hide. The girl had obviously taken much attention to her pedicure, but now it all worked only against her, so traitorously adding sensitivity to her most vulnerable spots. Alice was amused at how easily that young woman broke into helpless giggles by a simple finger touch. She didn’t want to push it to the limit though, stroking her mate’s feet lightly enough for the girl just not being able to lie still a single moment, as if their flirting game continued on the new level of stirring teasing and caress.
Not even trying to hold herself, the stranger let all the giggles pass freely through her body just to release them in her playful laughter, and pitch of it naturally followed the rapid tempo of restless fingers dancing on her soles. It seemed the girl could frolic that way endlessly, rocking slowly from side to side, while her voice purred smoothly like a babbling brook. Infatuated with that little duel of their self-wills, Alice watched the laughing girl’s face. Her eyes gleamed with tears as she tossed her head side to side in a whirlpool of her fair curls with her cheeks flushing scarlet, her wet lips gulping the air while singing her melodious laughter.
Alice stopped right before it became exasperating. As the girl restored her breath, she stared at Alice with deep anxiety. Surprised by that change, Alice just kissed her again to calm her down.
‘You are a giggle girl,’ Alice ruffled her hair affectionately.
‘The way I said it!’ the stranger gasped.
‘That’s wrong?’ Alice was totally perplexed now.
‘Why... you’ll do it? Why... I did it... What the silly way we met! Please forgive me. But well, it’s your own fault...'
Alice stared at her, bewildered, while the girl went on with more agitation:
‘Listen to me, we must run from here, now! Just let me go. We have no time to lose. Time... what do you know... what do I know about it...’
‘But we have nowhere to run,’ Alice bemused. ‘There is no exit, it’s all blocked. Here is the safest place. What can happen here to us – to you and to me?’
‘To you – the same as to me!’
‘If you know something, why don’t you tell?’ Alice lost her temper. ‘Answer me, what's gonna happen! Will anyone come here?’
That suspense frightened her again, and the stranger was to blame for it – why is she so reluctant to tell? Alice felt an urge to lash out at the girl, but instead she seized her sides and dug her fingers under her ribs. Taken aback, the girl jerked as if an electric charge passed through her taut body. She gasped for a moment, wriggled wildly and burst into hysterical yells. The sudden attack almost shot her into the air, she twisted and sprung up, desperately trying to throw Alice off, laughing helplessly.
With some wicked delight Alice now took no pity on the girl, and dug all her fingers into her defenseless armpits. The girl bent her head with a flurry of her fair curls and threw it back in a fit of ceaseless laughter, so Alice could see her graceful neck, her lips gasping for breath, her eyes shut. In a last-ditch effort, the girl strained every nerve to regain power over her disobedient body. Gritting her teeth against all that giggles she could barely stand, the stranger held up her breath and froze, motionless and tight. She resisted Alice for few long seconds, but their forces were not equal. As Alice slid her hands down the girl’s sides, the stranger jerked in one momentary lapse of control and gave in to fits of wild laughter in the total downfall of her willpower, unable to stand a fingertip wriggling under her ribs.
She was out of her breath with unstoppable laughter, unable to avoid the nimble fingers reaching her now everywhere, while Alice just reveled in her unmitigated power over her mate, giving her no mercy. She was surprised at how much she enjoyed that new to her malicious pleasure to drive that strong and willful young woman out of her mind, making her laugh till the tears. It seemed the whole wayward body of hers lived now its own life she couldn’t resist, drowning in the waves of hysterical laughter.
Alice cringed at the thought she could be on her place, but staved off that vision. She just couldn’t quench her thirst at that pulsing fountain of live energy, throbbing right under her hands. The vortex of sparks her fingertips sent through the stranger’s body miraculously turned into the laughter she couldn’t hold back, while Alice fully indulged in the dreamlike obsession to force the grown-up girl into laughing insanity. She was so close Alice could feel her breath on her face, the tiny bits of spittle as her wet lips gasped for air, the scent of her warmed-up body. Alice thought she could feel the very soul of the girl through her body, perceive the deep shiver of her entity itself.
Out of her breath, the girl could only moan with laughter, throwing back her head, but the restless fingers never leaved her for a second, from her armpits to her ribs, up and down along her sides, back and forth across her waist. Feeling no repentance, Alice made the girl gasp in helpless laughter, toss and turn frantically in her tenacious hands, until she lay exhausted, just gulping for air.
Then Alice finally stopped. Only now she realized that the massive construction above her had woken up. The whole tower trembled and hummed, as if there was a swarm of angry bees. Alice crawled out to look around only to freeze in amazement – the girl already stood there right across the tower, looking at her with the same surprise. Alice couldn’t believe her eyes how quickly her mate escaped, but at that moment a loud crack somewhere high above broke the silence, and sparkles poured down to the floor. The stranger dashed to the door. Alice tried to follow, but a dazzling flash pierced her through, and she felt she was falling an abyss.
***
When Alice regained consciousness, she was where the blast overtook her. The tower was silent now. Still dopey, Alice tried to stand up. Her mate couldn't escape as well, lying now at the threshold. Suddenly the door creaked open, and Alice ducked down behind some boxes piled in the dark corner. For a second she thought the stranger came to life and stood in the door frame, but then she saw the girl’s body lying at the stranger’s feet.
The newcomer looked around and leaned over the body. Alice only remarked they looked like twin sisters. Trying to hide better, Alice accidentally kicked one of the boxes. The newcomer stood up and then hauled the girl under the massive central structure. Alice watched the scene with a grim sense of foreboding. She felt an urge to run, but just hit jet another box. Alice froze, unable to understand anything at all.
Soon she heard muffled noise of some scuffle, and listened attentively. The giggles she heard were ceaseless now. With a strange excitement Alice sneaked closer. Down that niche a girl was laughing out of her mind. Alice’s first intention was to meddle in, but she stopped in hesitation. That sound miraculously lured her, making her feel aroused.
She knelt down and peeped inside. One of the girls straddled her peer, forcing her into paroxysms of hysterical laughter. Her mate was pinned down the way that only her shapely legs were visible, with her toes convulsively curling down and bending up as she jerks and wriggles frantically. Alice couldn’t see the girl’s face, but her laughter sounded like an enchanting music, permeating the entire room. It poured freely, quietened down to a purl, gurgled like a steam, rose to hysterical pitch, echoed around, but never stop for a second, and Alice listened to it, transfixed.
In that laughter, she could hear all the vain attempts of a lusty woman to break free, her raging anger and her despair, her raving vigor and her utter failing, her dissipated sense and ongoing madness, her pleasure and anguish. Those fits of helpless laughter shook her entire body, making her shriek and roar to exhaustion.
With a deep shiver Alice watched that otherwise confident and self-reliant beauty in the moment of her great weakness, prostrated and powerless at every whim of her rival. The sight of her peer being forced into insane hysteria reverberated through her own flesh and filled her groin with a restless warmth. Alice wanted the scene never end. Fascinated, she just longed to plunge into that tempestuous surge of rioting energy she felt from afar.
That spell was broken by a growing hum from above the tower. The laughter finally stopped. Alice tried to step back into the shade, but the stranger crawled out and saw her. Here they stood for a moment, looking at each other, when sparks poured down to the floor, and Alice rushed to the exit. She almost reached the door, when the flash impaled her again, throwing into an abyss.
***
This time she was stunned much deeper. After a while she realized that there was someone near, and opened her eyes. In the faint light, Alice saw a fair-haired girl leaning over her.
‘Who are you?’ the stranger asked.
But before Alice could answer, the girl grasped her hands and dragged her somewhere. Alice felt passing out again, only to discover next minute that her wrists were tied up above her head.
‘Who are you?’ the stranger whispered.
With her vision still blurred, Alice recognized her enigmatic from-the-mirror mate, her uncombed fair curls, the sound of her voice, and it calmed her down.
‘Are you O’K?’ the stranger asked fondly. Alice could barely hear her, fainted for a moment, but soon she felt as if her feet were rubbed somehow and it woke her up.
‘Let me loose!’ Alice tried to free her wrists.
‘Not now,’ the stranger whispered, kissing gently her lips as if an appeal for silence. ‘You make too much noise. Someone’s out there, big and scary.’
Alice looked around, but didn’t see anything.
‘Just tell me, please, are you O’K?’ the stranger repeated her question, and Alice nodded her head in reply. After all that insane day, she finally began coming to life.
‘Do you know how to get out of here?’ the girl asked.
‘I’ve walked all around,’ Alice said quietly, feeling worn out. ‘All exits are blocked.’
‘So have I,’ the stranger sighed and cuddled her fondly.
‘But who are you?’ Alice inquired after a while, trying to solve the riddle.
‘Me?’ the stranger pondered. ‘I mess with not my business, and got into a big trouble now.’
‘How familiar it is,’ Alice closed her eyes and relaxed, feeling safe in the arms of her mate. The girl’s fingers started to fondle her sides and belly, arising pleasant shiver on their way. The stranger’s hands were perhaps a bit immodest for the first date, but Alice liked it, felt aroused by the lovely girl’s kisses and caress.
‘But how did you get here?’ the stranger finally went on with her questions.
‘Let it be my secret,’ Alice wrinkled up her nose childishly, having no intention to discuss the details of her presence where she shouldn’t be.
‘Ah, well,’ the stranger tossed her arm behind and Alice felt a sudden touch on her feet.
‘Stop it!’ Alice gave a yelp of surprise and burst out giggling at once.
‘Now I’ll make you talk!’ playfully, but with some vicious mischief the stranger attacked her bare soles.
That nimble fingers that Alice couldn’t even see ran her feet with surprising agility. It felt like a sparkling wine rushed along her body, teasing every nerve on its way. ‘What sharp fingernails she has!’ Alice just thought, gasping for air when they found their way right under her toes and down to her heels, sliding her all too sensitive skin.
Alice could never predict the next move of these stinging nails. One moment they playfully flitted her toes, fluttered and slightly teased her arches, only to went for a sudden run across her soles with all pointed ends clustered together or one by one. It seemed the girl knew all the secret weaknesses of her body, and her restless fingers made Alice moan with laughter. But soon the stranger quitted it – right in time before Alice grew annoyed with that game.
As Alice caught her breath, all their conversations seemed extremely familiar to her, and an impossible surmise accrued to her, that in some inconceivable way she is dealing with herself.
‘You are a giggle girl,’ the stranger patted her tenderly and kissed her cheek.
‘The way I said it!’ Alice gasped as she clearly recalled her own words. Now she had no doubt about her insane conjecture.
‘That’s wrong?’ the stranger was totally perplexed.
In the blink of an eye Alice realized who that laughing girl in her hands really was, and that past was her future now.
‘Why... you’ll do it? Why... I did it... What the silly way we met! Please forgive me. But well, it’s your own fault...'
The stranger stared at her, bewildered, while Alice tried to persuade her:
‘Listen to me, we must run from here, now! Just let me go. We have no time to lose. Time... what do you know... what do I know about it...’
‘But we have nowhere to run,’ the stranger bemused. ‘There is no exit, it’s all blocked. Here is the safest place. What can happen here to us – to you and to me?’
‘To you – the same as to me!’ Alice warned her confusedly, not able to find words for the proper explanation.
‘If you know something, why don’t you tell?’ the stranger lost her temper. ‘Answer me, what's gonna happen! Will anyone come here?’
Before Alice could answer, the stranger attacked her sides and ribs mercilessly, throwing her into unstoppable hysteria. Few minutes ago, it used to be a pleasant game to play, a short flirting with some giggles to laugh, but now Alice experienced the full power that her rival’s fingers could have over her body and mind. The torment lingered on endlessly, leaving her no hope that it would ever end.
She moaned with laughter, not able to escape those hands – her own hands, driven by her own passion that she damned now. ‘I wish I had my nails cut,’ she only thought, but it wasn’t a laughable matter at all.
‘Quit it! Are you blind, just recognize me at last!’ she pleaded herself in vain, not able to utter a word. But would she ever listen to her?
‘Save me!’ gulping for air, she appealed to herself looking from aside. ‘I know you are standing here, so quit watching me, just stop her now, stop... myself!’
But instead Alice could only laugh out of her breath, unable to break free, unable to resist. Her mind was blown to smithereens by overwhelming torrent passing through every nerve of her body. Tears blurred her sight, and like in the mirror Alice could see only the merciless look of so familiar eyes with no pity in them, and it made her lose any hope. Unable to breathe, she heard only her own exhausted laughter, and didn’t even notice the moment her ordeal was over.
Alice could barely restore her breath. ‘I’ll never go playing around with gals again,’ she thought, wondering only how she didn’t die under her own fingers. From the shelter she saw the legs of her mate standing outside, while by the other side was the exact pair of bare feet, belonging to another girl. Alice wanted to warn them that this thing was about to discharge, when the dazzling flash threw her into non-existence.
***
Alice slowly came to life. She lay in the very niche, her arms still restrained. The hall was brightly lit now, and she heard voices and footsteps of some people. Before they noticed her, Alice had to free herself, and she looked up to see what her wrists were tied up to. The strips were wound around an openwork metal pillar, which shone now with glaring beam passing inside through it. Alice realized that it was her chance. Stretching her arms out as high as she could, she put the bandage in a slit. Having barely touched the beam, the material just vaporized. The whole construction above her buzzed loudly as if overstrained, but Alice felt her arms regaining freedom. Trying not to scald herself, she placed more and more layers in the raging beam until the last one was cut.
The buzzing structure above her was in a rage. The alarm went off, and Alice heard people running. She took a peep outside. The lab room looked clean and undamaged. She saw the scientist rushing out, and with no hesitation followed them. Nobody took any notice of a barefoot girl scooting off. The corridor had no traces of the destruction as well. Alice chased the stampeding staff up to the exit, where they headed to the shelter across the yard. Here she split off them, climbed some crates piled right at a fence, and swung over it. As she landed outside, a powerful blast shook the ground under her feet and the treetops swayed. Alice had no intention to tempt her fate any longer and left that much too turbulent site for home.
Strangely, the sun was still high in the sky and the shades haven’t moved a bit, as if she trespassed on the Institute just a minute ago. Only now Alice realized that the machine in the lab somehow threw her back in time, again and again.
So, the day has just begun and she had plenty of time to write the paper’s column. Perhaps she didn’t find the material for a sensational one, but instead she got to know herself better – but it was something she would never tell anyone.
the end
