GLASSES.TXT
A Short Story
Glasses
by Parker
an210088@anon.penet.fi
"Cynth... wake up. You don't want to miss this!"
I rolled over on the couch and sat up groggily. My throat was parched and my
stomach felt like it was doing backflips. I recognized the feeling: a hangover.
There had been a party at my friend Lisa's place last night, and I had somehow
ended up sleeping on the couch, wearing nothing but one of Lisa's oversized tee
shirts.
"Cynthia!"
It was Lisa. She seemed excited about something. She never used my full name
unless she was upset or excited. Her long, black hair swirled around her head
as she ran up to the couch and tugged insistently on my arm. I squinted up at
her, trying to make out just what was so urgent.
"Come on!"
I groaned, looking around for my glasses. I'm pretty short sighted; I can get
about OK without the glasses, but everything was kind of blurry. As I looked, I
tried to piece together the events of the previous evening. How on earth had I
ended up on the couch? I don't usually drink so much. I had arrived at the
party with Bob...
No need to go any further. It all fell into place. Or at least some of it. Bob
and I had been going out for about six months now, but things weren't going so
well. Bob was one of those macho guys; always pushing, always trying to get me
to do things I didn't really want to do. Sexual things. His insistence and my
refusal had been causing a lot of tension between us and it kind of blew up
last night. We had broken up in a very messy, very public way. Afterward, I had
started in on the booze...
OK. Now I knew. "Lisa," I mumbled, allowing myself to be pulled off the couch,
"my glasses."
"Don't worry about them. You can see well enough for this." She ignored my
protests and dragged me down the hall into the living room. I didn't struggle
much. To tell the truth, I was feeling more than a little queasy, and it was
all I could do just to stay on my feet. While we walked, I reviewed the events
of the previous evening; trying once again to figure out just how I had ended
up on Lisa's couch. It was all hazy, though; everything after Bob and I broke
up.
"Sit."
"What's going on?"
"Just watch." She threw an arm over my shoulder to hold me in place. With her
other arm, she reached over, picked up the remote control and turned on the TV.
At first, the screen was covered with the grey static of snow. Then the video
began.
It was a bedroom. Two girls were lying on a large mattress. Naked, as far as I
could tell. I squinted, trying to make out the details, but it was no use. I
was sitting too far away. One of the girls put her arm around the other and
drew her closer. If my vision could be trusted, they seemed to be kissing. I
couldn't see properly, but the sounds of moaning through the small TV speaker
told me my guess was accurate.
"Lisa..."
"Shhh..." Her arm tightened around my shoulder. For the first time, I noticed
that it was bare; like me, she was only wearing a tee shirt.
I turned my attention back to the screen.The two girls were now lying down,
still kissing, running their hands up and down each other's slender bodies. I
squirmed, wanting to stop watching, but unable to pull away. I was extremely
conscious of Lisa's arm as it lay, encircling my shoulder.
A loud cracking sound burst from the TV speaker, and one of the girls shifted
on the bed so that they were now lying head to toe. The girl on the bottom had
her legs spread. Another cracking sound - what *was* that? - and the girl on
top brushed her long, black hair to the side and lowered her face into the
other's crotch. I let out a quiet moan, unable to help myself. I'd never really
been interested in lesbian sex, but there was something about what was
happening on the screen that was turning me on. I leaned forward, trying to see
better.
Lisa's arm tightened on my shoulder, pulling me in towards her. "Here," she
said, handing me something. "Take a look."
My glasses. Frantic for a better look at what was happening on the screen, I
snatched the glasses out of her hand and set them on my face. At last; now I
could see clearly. I looked at the screen... and felt my heart jump in my
chest. It was me! It was me up there... with Lisa!
I felt her hand on my breasts, squeezing; fondling through the thin tee shirt.
I tried to say something, but the loud cracking noise suddenly sounded from
behind me. I turned to see Bob standing in the doorway.
Holding a whip.
