*Baby Jules ~ Unlucky 13 -Flashback ~Part Six*

Part Six
Unlucky 131

“What do you think of this dress?” Julian asked her cousin, holding the silky black dress against her body.2

“Do you think mum would let me borrow it? You know wear it for graduation?”3

Raine eyed the silk, running her fingers across the fabric. It felt inviting against her fingertips, yet there was a feeling she could barely work out. A feeling of coldness that had swept upon her as a reminder of her own mother and her wishes for graduation.4

Cold: Like her mother had been. Fusing over the perfect dress for her daughter. Going to extreme lengths and extreme expresses just to impress her fellow P&T socialists.5

Raine hated the color. Hated the style and worse she hated her mother for choosing the God damn ugly dress she had. 6

Pink, frilly, lacy. It was hideous, sickening and had almost brought her to tears trying to squeeze into a size custom made for anorexia. It said everything she did not, and despite her questioning her mother had still brought it, in hopes of her sizing down. In hopes of her being the most beautiful girl in the stinky old gym. 7

Her mother had no idea. Not that she was willing to listen or negotiate. It was always her way or the highway, as she always made painfully clear to Raine on every occasion she could.8

“I'm not sure,” Raine sighed, dropping her fingers to her lap. Her body yearning for experience, yearning for freedom and yearning to taste her: to taste Julian. 9

To taste the attitude that poured from her, surged through her, coursed through her every word and move.10

Raine wanted to be like her, but more than anything. Raine wanted to be with her.11

Julian frowned. Tossing the dress aside onto her mothers bed. Watching it crumple into a ball of wrinkles. She swept it to the side, eying her cousin and made way for herself to sit beside Raine who seemed to be in a self-loathing mood. Julian knew it had something to do with her Aunt: Raine's overly controlling mother.12

“Not sure or not interested,” she joked, slugging Raine's shoulder softly. A friendly punch, like always. One that was bittersweet. 13

The fine line. The line between pleasure and Pain. Pleasure, of her touch and affection and her pain, pain of her dramatic response and the pain that her wanting caused.14

Of course she wasn't interested in the Damn dress. She wasn't even interested in the clothes she was wearing now.15


Raine wanted her to peel them off. Slowly, painfully taking her time. Touching her body, caressing it without notice.16

All the things she had seen on the television and read in magazines. Later at night, in her room all alone.17

All the exploration, erotica and sensuality she had endured with the videos and magazines she had taken from her fathers forbidden cabinet.18

Raine wanted Julian to be that experience, her experiment.19

Raine wanted to taste her lust. To admire her naked, soft skin. To explore her. To make love to her. Julian had always been her forbidden love for as long as she had known what her feelings meant. 20

“Of course I care,” Raine said, feeling the bed sink as Julian jumped beside her almost knocking her onto her back. Right were she wanted to be.21

Raine pushed aside the raging emotions rushing through her body. Trying to ignore the sensation of her dampening panties while Julian got closer. Her body caressing hers, as she rocked back and forth in silence.22

Say something stupid, she whispered to herself. 23

“What did you say,” Julian questioned, flopping back onto her mothers bed. Her pierced navel showing underneath her black, mesh tank top.24

Raine shivered. The hairs on her back pressing against her own baby pink blouse.25

“Nothing,” she lied veering her eyes away from Julian's skin. The temptation heating the air.26

“I just hate the way that you can be whatever you want, whoever you want and be with whoever you please. While I am living a nightmare being forced to be some suburban, pastel, mommy's girl. It's rather pathetic and depressing. Don't you think?