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Crossing Boundaries

by Alti Savage
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Copyright © by Alti Savage, March 2010

This Story is rated 'Adults Only' for its sexual content.

The music blasted from my cd player as I bobbed my head to the beat. It was around seven in the evening and I was halfway finished removing the long braided extensions from my hair. Eve was out training with the girls so I was safe to proceed. Why did I wait until she was gone to go to workout? Simple. Because if she knew that I was taking them out at Symonne’s request she’d probably stop speaking to me for a month.

Even so, my fingers couldn’t work much faster and when Eve walked into our room, her jaw dropped.

“P, what are you doing?”

Her duffel bag hit the floor. She didn’t seem to notice or care.

“I’m taking my braids down,” I stated matter-of-factly.

She sat at the edge of my bed.

“Well I can see that, but why?”

She glanced down at the long locks lying in the trash can beside my foot.

“I loved your braids. They made you so unique. So different.”

I motioned toward my unruly afro where the braids had been.

“And this doesn’t?”

She smiled. Her own inherited straight hair had never seen such diversity save hair coloring and cuts.

“So you’re going to wear an afro now? That’s hot.”

I shook my head, amused by her comment.

“No, Eve. I’m actually going to perm this mess and wear it down for a change.”

I lifted a box of chemical relaxer to show her.

“So you’re going to straighten your hair?”

“Yep.”

She glanced at the box curiously. Caucasian born and bred this was probably the first exposure she’d had to any other hair texture.

I couldn’t help but to laugh.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“Come on, P. What?”

I smiled at her.

“It’s just that I know you’ve never heard of this stuff a day in your life,” I replied.

“Welcome to the world of black hair care.”

Eve picked up the box.

“We have perms in the white hair world,” she commented.

“It’s just that our perms make our hair curly.”

I nodded my understanding.”

“So do you need any help?” she offered.

I laughed again.

“Girl, you’ve never even heard of a relaxer and you want to help me put it in?”

Eve shrugged.

“I meant with the braids. You’ve got a long way to go.”

Seeing no harm in help, I accepted her offer.

“Why not? Grab a comb.”

Eve scooted comfortably behind me and began undoing what had taken hours to be done.

“So after you take these out you’re going to straighten your hair and this fro will go bye bye?” she joked.

“Yep.”

“Too bad. It’s kind of seventies retro.”

I was amused.

“Damn Patience, you have a lot of hair.”

“Tell me about it. But don’t get used to it. After I relax it things will not be as wild and crazy.”

“I like wild and crazy.”

Somehow being her best friend all of this time, I already knew this.

“This is interesting, P. Tell me more about the secret world of black hair,” she joked.

Surprised at her interest, I obliged.

“Well for one thing, what I’m doing tonight isn’t recommended. My hair’s supposed to get a chance to recuperate from the stress of being braided all those months.”

“What happens if you don’t?”

I shrugged.

“My hair could break off.”

Eve was alarmed.

“Then why don’t you wait? P, you don’t want to look like Mr. Clean with boobs.”

I wasn’t the least bit worried.

“I got stuff to prevent that,” I promised her.

“They make all sorts of products for black hair. It’ll never go out of business.”

Eve went back to work on my hair.

“I’d wait if I were you. I mean, what’s the rush? You’ve got a thick head of hair. You’re like a black Kerri Russell or Rebecca Gayheart.”

In my wildest dreams my hair couldn’t look as good!

“Eve please,” I laughed.

“I have what people like to call ‘nappy hair.’ The best I could do with this is pick it out and hope to look like Pam Grier.”

She knew of the Foxy Brown reference that I was alluding to and giggled. The 1970’s had been a cockaigne for natural black sistahs. With the “Black is Beautiful” movement, and blacksploitation films, my unruly hair would have fit right into place.

She playfully tugged on my hair.

“I like your hair like this. It’s you. It’s natural. It’s hot.”

I turned to face her.

“Excuse me?”

Eve looked at me.

“It’s you, P. Nothing fake.”

“You liked the braids and they were fake,” I pointed out.

Eve shrugged.

“The braids were hot too. I still don’t think you should’ve taken them down. What’s the deal anyway? Why the sudden change?”

I couldn’t tell her the truth, that Symonne had wanted me to, so I lied.

“I was just ready for a change,” I said.

She raised an eyebrow skeptically.

“You were ready for a change?” she repeated.

I quickly looked away, hoping that she wouldn’t see through me. But Eve had gotten to know me better than I’d thought.

“Symonne, huh?”

I didn’t answer. Eve sighed, exasperated.

“Symonne didn’t like your braids so you’re talking them down.”

I swallowed. Was she going to blow up like she had last time?

“Patience, are you that into her that you’ll change everything about you just to keep her?”

“Eve, I’m not changing anything about me. It’s just a hairstyle,” I defended.

“Women do it all the time. You’ve done it before.”

She stood. I turned to face her.

“Yea,” she admitted, “but never for some snooty girlfriend’s pleasure. I wish my ex-girlfriend would’ve tried to tell me how to wear my hair or anybody for that matter.”

“Symonne didn’t tell me anything. She just made a suggestion.”

“That you jumped to obey.”

She wasn’t yelling, but it was evident that Eve was upset. She and Symonne had never gotten along. The moment I’d introduced them there had been a severe clash of personalities. Eve with her free spirited relaxed character had immediately felt under attack by Symonne’s more conservative personality. Eve was closer to punk with bright red hair and tats on her lower back. Symonne was lipstick and makeup with no additions save the occasionally hair weave. Not that she needed it.
“Here we go again,” I murmured, “let me guess, now you’re going to stop speaking to me again, right?”

Eve opened her mouth to respond, then paused before answering.

“No. I’m not going to stop talking to you.”

She sat back down beside me and sighed.

“I’m not going to fight with you anymore about Symonne.”

Our last blowout had resulted in the silent treatment for nearly a week. Symonne had requested that I go clothes shopping with her for a classier wardrobe when Eve flipped out.

“There’s nothing wrong with the way Patience dresses,” she’d insisted.

But Symonne had held her ground.

“There’s always room to diva her up,” she’d retorted.

“Any girlfriend of mine has got to look good.”

Of course that had gotten to Eve.

“She does look good,” she’d asserted through clenched teeth.

Symonne had waved her off dismissively, her eyes already appraising my ensemble of a red tee and tight black and red jeans.

“Yea well, that’s your opinion isn’t it.”

Needless to say the response to that comment wasn’t taken well. To make a long story short, I’d gone shopping with Symonne which pissed Eve off.
Eve looked at me.

“I know you really like her and there’s nothing I can do to change that. You’re my best friend, Patience. No woman can ever come between that.”

When I smiled at her, Eve managed to smile back.

“Okay,” she said, “let’s get back to your hair.”

I nodded and again we went to work. The situation had worked itself out, thank goodness. No arguing. No fighting between Eve and myself.

“Oh Patience, I just have to ask one thing.”

I saw no harm in one question.

“Sure.”

“Promise me you’ll slap me if I ever let anybody come between our friendship again.”

I giggled at the of the notion. Like I’d ever slap Eve.

“Deal?”

Purely for my own amusement, I quickly agreed to it.

“Deal.”

Now that the Symonne talk was out of the way, Eve and I both relaxed. We watched a little television while we finished my hair. It was very well after midnight when the task was completed. Even then Eve was gracious enough to help me wash my hair. As we sat before the full sized mirror and blow dried it, I couldn’t help but to feel a strong sense of camaraderie.

Things were back to normal between us. Two girls being girls, doing each other’s hair. Laughing and talking into the wee hours of the night. Braiding each other’s hair into two French plaits before crashing down in bed together.

“You know what, P? Don’t ever change a thing about you,” Eve told me after we’d calmed down.

“I mean it. You’re perfect just the way you are and if Symonne can’t see that then she’s not worth it.”

I smiled.

“Thanks, Eve. You’re a real friend. Truth be told, you’re the best friend I’ve ever had.”

She touched my cheek.

“Same here, P. Same here.”

For a moment she didn’t speak. We just laid there, her green eyes on me. I raised an eyebrow.

“What?”

She shook her head, a slight smile on her lips.

“Just you.”

I was curious now.

“What about me?”

Was she making fun of me? Eve only pat my cheek and laughed.

“Nothing, P. Let’s get ready for bed.”

But when she rose from the bed I couldn’t help the distinct feeling that there was something that she wasn’t telling me.

“Hey Eve. What’s so funny?”

I followed her into the bathroom where she began to undress.

“Nothing, P. Don’t worry about it.”

She tossed her shirt on the floor. I folded my arms, suspicious.

“What aren’t you saying?” I inquired, “Come on Eve. I know you.”

When she started the shower, I knew that she was avoiding my question. Eve finished undressing as if I hadn’t asked a thing and stepped into the shower. I realized that I would not be getting my answer tonight. But that didn’t mean that I’d lost the stand-off either. Mischievously, I hurried back to the refrigerator. There was a large bottle of Hershey’s Chocolate syrup inside. If Eve wanted to keep secrets then she could keep secrets.

But her secrecy would not go unpunished. As a lioness stalking her prey, I tiptoed toward the closed shower curtain. Loosening the cap, I aimed the bottle. We’d see who’d laugh at whom. I bit my lip, anxious to unleash my fury. Eve wouldn’t know what hit her.

Through the pale white curtain I could barely make out her figure standing under the shower nozzle. Showtime. Without warning, I suddenly yanked the curtain back and began squirting.

“Patience!”

She attempted to shield herself with her arms but I maneuvered the bottle in sharp zigzags up and down her body.

“What the hell!”

But it only took a few seconds for her to burst into laughter. I couldn’t help but to join her.

“You are so dead, P!” she squealed.

“Sweets for the sweet!” I taunted back.

But Eve wasn’t one to stand back and play the victim.

“How about a shampoo!”

Before I knew it, I was being attacked by a stream of Pantene. I squeezed the syrup bottle harder.

“I got an advantage on you,” I warned.

“You have nowhere to go, Eve.”

“Oh yea? Well neither do you!”

In less than a second she had my shoulders and was pulling me into the shower. Caught off guard, I dropped the bottle to the floor. Once unarmed, Eve had me. I waved my arms upward.

“Truce! Truce!

I couldn’t stop laughing as I screamed the words.

”Truce!”

It took Eve a moment to assess my offer. Falling to her knees beside me, we drowned hysterically in laughter. Warm water rained down over the both of our heads. We were almost in tears.

“P, what were you thinking?” Eve managed between giggles.

I caught my breath.

“I just wanted to get back at you,” I admitted.

“For what? What did I do?” She wanted to know.

I rested my head back against the wall.

“For keeping secrets. You know how nosy I am, yet you deliberately laughed in my face and won’t tell me why.”

Eve watched me, amused. The chocolate began to rinse off her face.

“You’re getting your clothes all wet,” she noted.

I glanced down at my t-shirt and panties.

“Oh well.”

Eve took my shirt and began to lift it over my head.

“Hey.”

“You’re already in the shower so you might as well get cleaned up, P.”

She tossed my t-shirt to the floor. I laughed.

“I was going to wait until you were finished,” I remarked.

Eve shrugged.

“You could have…but since you’re already here.”

I shook my head, amused myself.

“That’s why I like you, Eve. You’re so…unorthodox.”

She chuckled at my comment.

“Unorthodox, huh?”

“Yea, like the first time I saw you. You weren’t like all the rest of the bimbos just bending over and prancing around. You were out there extreme. You were high flying all over the place and spilling blood and not giving a damn how pretty it all looked.”

Eve reached around me and unsnapped my bra.

“I mean, you’re a rebel. You say to the fighting community ‘Screw what you think women should look like or act like. I’m me and if you don’t like it you can kiss my ass.’”

She placed my bra at my t-shirt’s side.

“Like Rock N Roll,” I added, taking down my own panties.

Eve smirked.

“Totally unorthodox?”

I nodded, pleased that she seemed to get it.

“Yea, totally unorthodox.”

Eve looked at me.

“How’s this for unorthodox?”

Her lips suddenly pressed against mine. As it had been the time before, her kiss was warm, sweet. But unlike that time before, there was a passion involved. A passion that had been bridled, but was now free for expression. I could feel it. The burning fire of the Aries that Eve was inside. And I was the object of her affection.
Warm rain dropped over us as our lips locked. Our tongues touched. I could feel her hand glide up my wet skin. Down my cheek. My neck. My shoulder. My breast.

The way she touched me wasn’t like any other’s touch. It was as if she knew my body-every twist and turn. Every cut and curve. And exactly how to turn it on. I could feel her body close to mine now. Her firm breasts against mine. With her free hand, Eve took mine and placed it against her rock hard nipple. The scent of chocolate and shampoo hung in the air, keeping our wet skin even more slippery. Her fingers taunted me, twisting me. Caressing me.
I began to swell between my legs. Eve continued to kiss me. Leaving my hand to fondle her breast, she used her hand to slide down my belly. My heart beat faster when she passed my navel. Anticipation ate at me. Lower. Lower. Low-ah.

I shuddered excitedly when she touched me there. My wetness rivaled that of the shower above me. I wanted to moan. My head fell back against the wall as I lost my breath.

“Mmm.”

Eve took the opportunity to kiss down my chin to my neck. I opened my legs wide for her hand to continue. Eve licked my neck, kissing her way all around it. I breathed deep, loving what she was doing to my body. Loving the fact that she was making her way down. I dared to open my eyes and glance down at the redhead taking my brown, black bosom into her wet mouth. Again I shuddered.

This I had not expected tonight. Eve and me. Together. Naked.

She pulled her mouth away long enough to find the bottle of Hershey’s chocolate syrup I’d dropped. I watched the seductive glow in her eye as she circled each of my nipples with thick black goodness. Then she made another trail. I couldn’t catch my breath when she began licking the trail away. I breathed loudly titillated to the fullest.

Yes, I liked what she was doing to me. I liked it a lot but the pleasure that she was giving me now would not compare to what Eve had in store for me next. The last of the syrup dropped between my legs. I stared down at Eve, knowing what soon would come. She glanced at me. I licked my lips.

That was all she needed. Turning her mouth onto mine, Eve began to devour the precious jewel between my legs. My jaw dropped. I gasped. Clutching my own breasts I struggled to utter one comprehensible word. But I could not. On she went.

This was something that I’d never imagined. A pleasure that I’d never envisioned. I cried out. Eve’s hot lips and flashing tongue tantalized me beyond measure. Her hands caressed the skin of my body. My belly. My abdomen. My pelvis began to swerve.

What was happening to me? I was at a complete loss of control. My hips moved on their own accord. My throat breathed erratically. My heart couldn’t stop pounding. And on she went until finally I couldn’t stop the orgasm between my legs.

Eve held me firmly in place as I thrust my pelvis upward involuntarily. Her slurps were overrun by both the falling water and my passionate outcry. Our eyes met then and she silently thanked me for the opportunity to pleasure me. I could only pant in response. We then cuddled close together, sitting on the shower floor.
I rested my head against her chest, admiring the vast contrasts between her pale white skin and my dark brown. Even our nipples were completely antonymous. I circled hers with a finger. A pale pink. And mine? The color chocolate itself.

“Eve.”

She took in a deep breath.

“Yea Patience?”

I was almost embarrassed to say.

“I’ve never done this before. I mean, cheated on a girlfriend.”

She nodded.

“I know, I was there since your first one, remember?”

I sighed, unsure of how to continue. Nervously, I continued to distract myself with her nipple.

“I don’t think you get what I’m trying to say.”

I needed to choose my words carefully. As not to hurt her.

“I mean, I’d never…I’d never want to hurt Symonne.”

Eve didn’t respond.

“I guess what I’m trying to say is maybe we shouldn’t do this anymore.”

She breathed. I waited for her to say something. When she didn’t, I looked at her.

“Eve?”

Her eyes were closed.

“Patience.”

“Yea?”

“Your finger.”

I glanced down at her nipple.

“Oh, sorry.”

But she shook her head.

“No, it feels good. In fact…”

She took my hand from her nipple to the warmth between her legs.

“This feels better.”

She guided me against her. I didn’t speak, nor did I protest. Eve moaned quietly, her eyes still closed. I watched her.

“Patience, come here.”

I leaned closer. Eve licked her lips.

“Closer.”

I did as asked. My fingers moved against her flesh.

“Right here.”

Her free hand guided my head to her breast. My lips brushed her nipple. Heat flowed through her below. I parted my lips and licked at her. Again, Eve moaned.
“Yes,” she breathed, “like that, Baby.”

Again I licked. And licked. And licked. Her nipple was taut as pez now and her hand guided mine steadily all over her clit. Eve moaned at me. I began to suck. She breathed. I felt her hand stroking down my back. Her heartbeat was right before me.

Her breaths were quick. Her moans low. Her lips smooth. Eve had always been into waxing. I myself preferred close trimming. I’d never forgive myself for what I was doing to Symonne. The betrayal, the guilt, I knew that I should feel it but…all I could feel was Eve’s energy. The urgency of her need to get off. She’d only just graced my body with the same desire. And now I was obliging the favor.

Closer to climax her pitch rose suddenly. I continued on my quest to satisfy her. Her jaws went slack. Her body tensed. Her breathes became frantic. And…I could feel the explosion all over my fingers. Her tremors down to my toes. I’d never heard Eve’s voice range so high. Her release was quite impeccable. Again Eve and I held each other. Exactly how long we occupied the shower together I’ll never totally be sure but I do know that before we left it both Eve and I had gotten wet in more than one way.

We eventually did shower before taking to Eve’s bed in the nude. Lying with my back against her like spoons, she wrapped her arms around my waist and kissed my neck.

“Good night, Patience.”

“Good night Eve.”

And we drifted off for a peaceful slumber.

But with morning’s arrival reality began to set in. I’d cheated on Symonne. And as if that wasn’t enough to paralyze me, I’d cheated with my best friend! Behind me, Eve was still asleep, her arms holding me close. I hurriedly scrambled out of bed and made my way to the bathroom.

Oh god what had I done?

Symonne was the most amazing woman I’d ever met. Despite the stereotype of intellectual lacking in attractive females she was smart, kind, charming and sexy as hell. With her long curly brown hair and mixed Creole features, the figure of a volley ball guru and the behind of video vixen, Symonne could turn the head of any woman without any awareness. Her smile could light up New York City. Her lips, thick and plump and pink could open to reveal the most melodic of voices I’d heard since Mariah Carey. She had so much knowledge-she knew so much more about the world than I did. And her confidence…oh, she was everything I’d ever wanted in a woman. Eve, she was also kind, radical and accepted me for me. She’d never tried to change me or made me feel inadequate in any way. She was everything I’d ever wanted in a best friend…but she wasn’t my partner. I already had one.

But it wasn’t like I’d intended for this to happen. It wasn’t like I’d made the first move. Eve had kissed me. Still, why had I allowed it? Why had I submitted?

Eve was a trusted friend. My best friend, that was why. We had a bond. A closeness. She’d taken a knife to the gut for me. She’d risked her life. She‘d lost another friend in Morticia because of it. But sex? Did I have to submit to sex with her?

Submit. I shook my head in disbelief. I hadn’t submitted to anything. In order to submit one party has to be the aggressor. Eve hadn’t been aggressive at all. She’d simply kissed me. I didn’t have to kiss her back.

I sank down into the corner and buried my face in my hands. What the hell was wrong with me? In only one night I was questioning who I was. Didn’t I know? Outside of the bathroom, Eve began to stir. I glanced at the door.

“What do I say to her?”

I quickly jumped up and locked the door. I had no idea what to say or how to handle the situation. I needed to think. I needed to get away and sort things out. But Eve was my roommate. I couldn’t exactly hide from her here. Then where?

After a long hot shower I’d made up my mind where to go. Somewhere that I knew neither Eve nor Symonne would be.

Eve sat up slightly as I quickly dressed in a pair of jean cutoffs and a pastel pink tank top.

“Morning,” she greeted me.

I slipped into a pair of pink sandals before hurrying out the door.

“Morning. I’ll be back.”

I didn’t give her the chance to ask where I was going. With the quickness I hurried to the elevator and prayed that Eve wouldn’t come after me. I couldn’t face her right now. I still had a lot to figure out. About me. About her. About Symonne.

Once safe inside, I pressed the button to take me down to the main lobby. From the lobby I left the hotel without a glance back. I continued in a half jog until I was a safe block away. Good. I was alone. Taking a deep breath I headed for the nearest fast food joint. McDonalds. There I attempted to enjoy a Deluxe breakfast, but the butterflies in my stomach would not allow me. Begrudgingly I tossed my food in the garbage and headed back for the counter.

“Excuse me, but do you know where the nearest beauty salon is? By chance?”

The woman at the counter almost jumped at the chance to offer beauty assistance.

“There’s actually one a few streets to the right,” she told me.

“Maxine’s. They specialize in manicures, pedicures, facials as well as the obvious. Hair. It’s on Lincoln Drive.”

I nodded, pleased that my task had been so easy to complete. If there was one place that I knew Symonne wouldn’t be it was any unknown beauty salon. As a proud Creole mix she took her hair very seriously and trusted it only to her family’s beautician. And Eve? She wasn’t the prissy, frilly type and even if she was, today would not be that day. Especially not in a Black hair salon.

So I ventured a few streets over to Lincoln Drive. There I found the salon. Clutching my purse in my hand I could feel my tension easing away. Nothing makes a woman feel better than being pampered and beautiful.

And at that moment I needed all of the pampering I could get.

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