Ch3
Gigi knew she loved Crystal much before than she admitted to herself. it had been three days, two hours, and forty-seven minutes since she had kissed Crystal and no one had mentioned it. It was all she thought about these days, and from that she drew the conclusion that she loved the girl. It had been quick but felt real and this had been less than enough for Gigi in the past and would suffice now. The week started with Gigi on the couch, and then gradually she moved to be the bed. By the time the fourth day crept up on them, Crystal was sleeping in the crook of Gigi’s neck and they would kiss at 3am when the world was quiet, and they had nothing else to do. As for the brunette, she was not typical to feelings of affection, and still, her heart sang whenever Gigi was in the room. They existed in this weird realm of romance that was exclusive to a tour bus that currently traipsed over the east sections of Oregon. As things stood, there were another 10 days until Gigi had another show to play at. Most of these days consisted of waking up at midday and washing dishes until bedtime, but their first good day together came about a week in.
Gigi loved travelling, and this she knew from when she was a kid and her father would run her back and forth between local shows. It’s thoughts of this that keep her up on that Tuesday night, watching Crystal sleep next to her. She wondered what Crystal was like as a kid, and if it was an even possible for a person so fully realised to have ever been a child and to have ever been learning. The night was still and quiet, and Crystal was beautiful. What bliss it might be to lean over and touch her face in the pale sliver of moonlight that crept gently in through the rear window. She didn’t even look real. On the subject of travelling, it was never quite real to her that she was always on the road. it had been her dream since she was a toddler, and if she was honest, there were parts of this fantasy that simply couldn’t grow to love. She never saw her parents anymore, she hadn’t eaten properly in two years, and she couldn’t hold down a relationship for the life of her. She was also thinking about what Heidi said about the amount of women she had here, and how Crystal would come out of this hurt. Many girls had slept where Crystal was, but none of them without ulterior motives. Not until now, not until Crystal.
“Gigi?” The brunette girl’s quiet spoke over the air of the night, throwing Gigi’s train of thought off-guard.
“You’re awake?”
“Now I am.” She yawned. “Stop watching me sleep. It’s weird.”
“Terribly sorry.” Gigi sat up so her bare back was rested heavily on the wood of the headboard. From this position, Crystal could place her head in Gigi’s lap and Gigi could gently curl strands of her hair as if it meant nothing at all. “I just couldn’t sleep.”
“You thinking again?”
“Oh, always.”
“Thinking is a daytime activity.” Crystal said sleepily, causing Gigi to produce a large smile through the dark. It was only then she realised she could feel Crystal’s heart going at a million times a second against her thigh. It was loud, and boisterous and she wouldn’t be surprised if people in the next room thought they were fucking.
Gigi looked over her shoulder. The little trailer window just behind her had a broken blind that allowed a moonlit view of the little purple car sat outside. They’d rented it for exploring around the states, and never really used it no matter where they went. Gigi toyed this up in her mind, and suddenly she couldn’t stop picturing Crystal in the passenger seat of her car, or sprawled out across the back section. It was enough for her to move.
“Hey, Crystal?” She whispered.
“I was just falling back asleep, what do you want?” She groaned.
“Come out with me.”
“Gigi.” The sleepy girl sat up in the dark. The thin covers fell gently off her bare shoulders and draped across her arms. “It’s 2am. What could you wanna do?”
“Come with me and see.” She spoke again, removing herself from the girl. “Don’t even get dressed. Just come outside.”
The couple managed to sneak out the door peacefully, with Crystal still in bed shorts, a bra, and the blue sheets wrapped around her thin body. She didn’t have any shoes on like Gigi did, and her feet were all muddy and cold by the time they reached the Sedan. It felt like a winter morning when Crystal’s mother would keep blankets in the car for when she was driving her to school, and would have to scrape ice off their car before they left. This was pertinent, but it didn’t make her feel homesick. Nothing ever did around Gigi.
Even now, as she drove and kept her eyes on the road, Crystal couldn’t help but feel enthralled by her. It wasn’t her words, or her looks, but some magical, ethereal presence she no doubt captured that had Crystal’s senses tingling that night as she reached for the radio dial in the dark.
“It’s not quite a radio.” Gigi laughed, turning the car onto some grassy side street. “it’s a CD changer I put in after I got bored of Pop music.”
“That’s awful pretentious of you.” Crystal sighed, curling her legs up onto the seat as the car heated up. “What kind of music do you listen to?”
“I like The Libertines a lot, you familiar?”
“Hardly.” Crystal’s eyes fluttered shut in the dark. “They’re Cristish, right?”
“Crist Pop. I’m into all that.”
“Really? Can’t see why.”
“it was real progressive at it’s time.” Gigi explained. “Pulp, The Sex Pistols, Blur, you know?”
“Can’t say I do.” Crystal replied again. “I’ve been listening to the same Bon Iver record for the past fourteen years and calling it alternative.”
“You’re funny.” Gigi smiled.
“There is nothing funny about Bon Iver. It’s depressing and old.”
“No, of course, you’re right.” Gigi chuckled
Gigi watched her the road as it lead out into the darkness. She had always thought it was weird the way it looked like it went on forever, and if she tried hard, the lines between the road and the sky became completely indistinguishable. Fun when she was little, dangerous now she was driving.
“My dad used to drive me this way when I was younger.” The girl coughed Crystal back awake.
“Did he?”
“Mhm.” Gigi dignified Crystal’s half-asleep answer. “We were on the way back to our hotel one night and a deer ran out in front of us. It was the scariest moment of my life.”
“Oh my god.” Crystal sat up in her seat. “Did you hit it?”
“No.” Gigi swallowed. “My dad swerved and I hit my head on the dashboard. I broke my nose, and got out the car and sobbed for an hour on the highway.”
“Because it hurt so much?” She asked.
“No.” The older girl shook her head. “I thought we’d hit it. I didn’t care much about my nose at all.”
Crystal looked at Gigi for what seemed like the longest time. She never another person to talk so fluently about such a compassionate story, as if it was nothing.
“What are you staring at?” Gigi suddenly pulled up the car, yanking the handbrake up.
“You’re amazing.” Was all Crystal could mutter. “You’re from a completely different world.”
“Everyone says that to me. I just guess I knew what I wanted to do very early.”
“I didn’t.” Crystal sighed. “I still don’t know.”
“You seem to be pretty put together.” Gigi answered. “I’d love a life like yours. Tour life isn’t for me a lot of the time.”
“It seems like a lot. You must be tired all the time.”
“I can’t believe you agreed to come with us. Your parents must’ve been so mad.”
“Kind of.” Crystal chuckled. “My mom said I was stupid, that I’d be home in a month when I couldn’t handle it.”
“I hope you don’t go home soon.” Gigi noticed she was leaning across the middle of the car, trying not to knock the gearstick. “I kind of like having you around.”
The radio in the car had suddenly started playing low French music to which Crystal leapt towards the volume button.
“Is this La Vie En Rose?”
“Yeah.” Gigi lay back a little. “I know it’s not very me.”
“It’s my favourite song.” Crystal smiled. “I really like it.”
“Me too.” Gigi smiled back at her. “Maybe not so different after all.”
The rest of that night, Gigi and Crystal clambered out the car and watched the stars from the bonnet. It was a strangely clear night despite the recent surge of rain that seemed to deepen their tour experience. Gigi had her arm around Crystal’s waist making her feel safe, and the night got significantly less cold as it continued. Gigi had never done this with a woman she had known before, and had never in her existence felt closer to someone without having to be inside them. It was almost as if the brunette had touched her without even really touching her at all. She didn’t know much about soulmates, or about the spiritual relationship that could co-exist between two people. All she knew that when it hit 4am and she was kissing Crystal pressed up against the wind shield of the car, everything seemed right with the world. Every other mistake had been leaning up to this very moment. It was a sweet evening that only managed to come to an end when Gigi slipped herself off the hood and began spreading Crystal’s thighs to kiss the soft tissue that resided there. Not wanting to have her first sexual encounter with the best woman she had ever met on an abandoned hill top, Crystal ran her fingers into Gigi’s hair and asked her to stop with a shaking voice.
“I’m sorry.” Gigi stood to her feet and coughed. Crystal shuffled forward so that her legs were wrapped around Gigi’s waist and her arms around her neck.
“Just not here.” She whispered. “Not now. I’m not ready yet.”
“I’ll wait for you.”
Crystal pressed one last chaste kiss on Gigi’s expectant lips.
“Let’s go home. People will think we’ve died.”
No one noticed that either of the girls were gone that night, but it remained the best night of the entire tour for Crystal. She since dreamed to have Gigi in this way again.
Gigi proceeded to get what she didn’t know she wanted in the next three days. They were in the middle of Nevada, and had not long pulled up to a small city with which Gigi fell in love and Crystal never remembered the name of. It wasn’t anything gigantic, or life changing. Just a small city crafted of tiny close together buildings and shack houses that bonded over sharing the same washing line. A cosmopolitan little corner of the universe where it seemed everyone spoke broken English and everyone was beautiful. It looked Greece, or somewhere bordering Italy, Gigi would often think as her and Crystal took to the marble clad streets. At night, as it readily became of their last evening in the city, string lights sent the very city ablaze. It seemed like enough lights to be seen from space, and this, taken with the salty impact of the sea air filled the minutes with a certain paradisiac element. That night, Crystal wore a red dress. One of the long ones that swept the floor and swept everyone off their feet. It made Gigi feel like there wasn’t enough room to breathe. Everyone had wanted to be with the lady in red, but here she was, sat a metre across the table from Gigi in an Italian restaurant, sharing stories and a bottle of red wine.
“You look amazing tonight.” Gigi sipped from the glass between her fingers. “Really elegant. Godess-esque, I would even go as far as to say.”
“You don’t clean up so bad yourself.” Crystal chuckled. Gigi looked down at her frilly white blouse tucked into the black work pants she kept in the bottom drawer of every chest of drawers she’d ever owned. It wasn’t awful, but it certainly wasn’t anything close to what Crystal donned. She was the most beautiful girl in the world.
“To think, a week ago and a bit ago I was dancing to your music and now here I am, drinking wine and calling myself your friend.”
‘Yes, certainly a quick turn around.” Gigi lit a cigarette. With her bad habit in one hand, and her wine clutched in the other, she looked like a still from some forgotten French film. One of the ones about beautiful women and horrible erotic affairs. She was perfect, and Crystal was besotted.
“It’s perfect here, isn’t it?” Crystal came again.
“Mhm.” Gigi came, over her puff of smoke. “I’d get married here if I was going do it anywhere.”
“You don’t wanna get married?”
“I don’t see the significance.” The dark-haired girl answered. “I don’t think it should matter if you really want to be with someone forever.”
“And if you met the right person?”
“I imagine I’d change my tune pretty quickly.”
In the light from the surroundings, Crystal looked like nothing like Gigi had ever seen. She’d marry Crystal, if the girl asked. She’d marry her right now.
The Spanish music that played that night was almost powerful enough to drown out the rain that was the fatal end of their magical evening. With no time to make a dart back for the bus, the girls were dragged inside the restaurant from the outdoor area, and watched the rain bounce off the white marble. Crystal was tucked under Gigi’s arm wondering how on earth the light summer breeze had become a tropical thunderstorm before her very eyes. Then, suddenly, and at all at once, they were laughing at the situation at hand. It was so strange, how suddenly with the rain and the Spanish music, the feeling filled the air and Gigi couldn’t help but kiss Crystal’s cheek. It was the lightest interaction but had made Crystal so happy that she could’ve died. It would’ve been easy to dismiss Gigi’s feelings as a matter of course, and yet, they were approaching two weeks in and nothing felt rushed. Everything was perfect, and everything in that evening remained subjective to the way Crystal’s dress swayed in the stormy winds on the walk back to the bus.
Gigi lay in bed that night thinking about how these two days had amounted to a strange romantic obligation between the two of them. Gigi knew things in life faded out quickly, but what was happening to her and Crystal was growing every day, developing and moulding into something that she more than cared about. Into something that she wanted to put effort into. And then Crystal walked into the room. It was edging on 1am and all the lights were off, apart from the one behind the girl that lit up her slim figure. She was stood there in nothing but underwear and Gigi’s Boston t-shirt, rubbing her eyes.
“Crystal?” Gigi sat up. “Are you alright?”
“I need to know something.”
“What?”
“If I give you everything tonight, are you still going to like me tomorrow morning?”
Gigi had no idea what she meant and switched on the bedside lamp to see the girl better. All Crystal could do was creep over to the other girl, who pulled the covers back for the brunette to sit in her lap.
“Crystal, what do you mean?”
“I just need to know.” Crystal began kissing the curvature of Gigi’s jaw. “If I spend the night with you, you’re still gonna wake up tomorrow morning and be happy to see my face. I’ve had the most wonderful couple of days with you, and I wanted to top it off right.”
“I’ll be with you every morning.” Gigi could only whisper into the girl’s perfumed collarbones, causing her to let out an opium moan of pleasure. “No matter what goes down the night before, okay?”
“Okay.”
“And you want this?”
“More than anything.”
“Okay, Crystal, okay.”
The girl started by pushing Crystal’s body against her own, causing her legs to spread and press her centre against Gigi’s shirtless torso. She could already feel the light drips of wet through Crystal’s underwear, and her head went dizzy at the very thought.
“You’re the most beautiful girl in the world, you know that?” Gigi asked, beginning to motion a light rocking motion with Crystal’s hips against her own. “I haven’t been able to keep my eyes off you since you got here.”
“You’re making me feel amazing.” Crystal groaned back, getting wetter by the second and feeling the friction of Gigi’s shorts rub against her open legs. Gigi left sloppy wet kisses down the neck of the girl only to move her hands down and feel Crystal’s hard nipples protruding the shirt.
“Pull up your shirt for me.” She asked softly. Crystal did as she was told, allowing her perky breasts to bounce free from under her shirt. Gigi never imagined she would be here quite so soon, but wasn’t complaining. Perhaps god was real, and fortune was working towards her, or something silly like that. Maybe what she had with Crystal was just real, she didn’t know.
The brunette’s hairs stood on end as Gigi’s tongue traced her left nipple and her hand toyed with the right. She was so close to Gigi’s body and couldn’t even see for her own pleasure, heightened only by the idea that any of Gigi’s friends (who had taken to Crystal with extreme grace) could open the door and see them like this. Fucking at 1am on an old mattress. They would think so different on her.
“You like that?” Gigi mumbled, switching over.
“Mhm.” Crystal’s back arched and she suddenly let her shirt drop onto Gigi’s face. The dark-haired girl latched two hands on Crystal’s ass and pulled her underneath so that she lay flat on her back, legs still apart on the covers.
“You’re such a good girl.” Gigi began to kiss down her thighs, leaving soft little love bites on even softer tissue. “Look at how wet you are for me already.”
“Gigi….” Crystal groaned, already grappling onto the bedsheets. Before she could even do much more, Gigi had tore off Crystal’s panties and thrown them on the nearest lampshade to be found by an incredibly confused Jackie the next morning.
“You’re perfect. I’ve waited so long to have you like this.” Gigi spoke, warm against Crystal’s folds, making her wince in pleasure and impatience.
“I’m yours.”
“Say that again.”
“I’m all fucking yours.”
This was more than enough to have Gigi going hell for leather. She started at the bottom, keeping Crystal’s legs spread with her shoulders, and making shaped with her tongue against the girl’s heat. Nothing was making her feel better than Crystal’s whimpers as she explored, darting her tongue in all directions. The brunette even grappled onto Gigi’s hair, shoving her face into the mess so that the other girl’s mouth was more than full of Crystal. She was going dizzier now, retained her place on the edge of something.
“You’re doing so well.” Gigi mumbled, suddenly flicking Crystal’s clit and feeling her jolt beneath her. She was almost screaming now as she sucked on the skin until her whole vagina was swollen and dripping. However, it was only as Gigi sneaked a single finger in there that Crystal’s whole body convulsed. It was almost as if she was fitting.
“You’re the best I’ve ever had.” She cried. “I think I love you.”
“What was that?” Gigi teased another finger at Crystal’s entrance. She could practically feel the throbbing around her fingers as she began to move them gently in and out of Crystal’s tight hole.
“I said I think I love you.” She groaned again, almost painfully. “Don’t stop, I think I’m gonna cum.”
“Cum for me.”
As this was said, Crystal let out the beginnings of a scream which was rapidly covered by Gigi’s hand.
“Keep quiet for me okay, baby?” Gigi rode Crystal through the orgasm, keeping one hand on her mouth. The way Crystal came was electric, and sent blood thrashing through Gigi’s body like one million little tidal waves. She herself could’ve came from the sight alone. Crystal’s frail body completely at her mercy, it was bliss. Gigi removed her fingers and placed them directly in her mouth, tasting Crystal’s sweetness over and over.
“You taste so fucking good.”
Crystal immediately jumped back into Gigi’s lap, kissing her and all over her face in gratitude. Gigi didn’t even realise she was crying from the opulence of it all, or think about the ‘I love you’ that had been left unresponsive. She was at Crystal’s command for the rest of the night, and it’s fair to say nothing productive got done the next day.