This choice: Go to Lovers' Hill instead • Go Back...Chapter #39Mapping the Lovers' Hill by: Nostrum   “How about we return to Lovers’ Hill?”
That takes Jessica for a shock. “Why? It’ll take a while on foot.”
“Not if we take the bus.”
“Still! What made you choose to go there?”
“To be fair, I wanna see if I can finish my article.” You feel her scornful glare magnified – you know when Jessica’s pissed, but this feels so different, it’s like Ally was judging you. “Wanted to see the best places where to hide and, well, y’know--”
“Scoutin’ the place to find where to hide and fuck?” She giggles. “Wow. You really wanna spice things.”
“Figured I could deal with it on the way.” You see her placid look, reminding you of yesterday’s outburst when Ally suggested the same idea. “So you decided to smoke weed after all?”
“Not...” She grins. “No smoking. She said I’m not ready for that. Went straight to oil.”
“What made you change your mind?”
“Kind of an experiment, pretty much. She wants’a know if she’ll feel everything I do, and she wants’a know if that’ll help me act like her.”
“And does it?”
“Not that I know of.” She steps back, twirling. “Like what you see?”
Perhaps it’s because Jessica’s wearing her, but you allow yourself to fully observe her. Ally doesn’t have a lot of curves, but she’s so slim they form out of necessity. Her hair’s short and messy and very black, falling in soft spikes over and under her ears. She usually wears a nose ring and a couple piercings, but she's missing those.
And you usually see her naked, if not on her Save-Mart uniform, but she’s got some style. “Yeah. Did you choose this, or...?”
“Pretty much.” She closes her eyes, tilting her head. “Huh. That’s cool.”
“What?”
“I’m actually seeing her choose them. Like, as if I was there.”
“Well, we’re still here. You could’ve--”
“No!” You can see she’s spooked, as her eyes are no longer red when she opens them. “It’s like... I’m seeing exactly what she did. Like... I dunno, seeing a recording, but a bad quality one. And one taken from her perspective, not from behind.”
“So you can get her memories.”
“Not really. More like silent movies, and I really gotta concentrate on them. And it’s not like I feel any different.”
“So you’d need to get things in context.”
“Pretty much,” she confirms. “Best than nothing.” She tilts her head again. “Maybe if I were to meditate as Ally does, I’d be capable of acting more like her.”
“Is that what you want?” you question her. “Do you want to be her? Or just wear her?”
She looks at the distance, deeply worried. “Not gonna lie, mostly to wear her. But knowing I could get inside her mind is intriguing. Would help me understand why she asked us to be part of their relationship.”
You won’t deny the idea intrigues you as well. “Don’t you think it’s better if we ask her, though?”
“Why?”
“Because this all feels like ‘I wanna know, but I don’t want her to know’.”
“If it’s like what happened with us, I’m pretty sure she’ll know. She could also be hiding something.” She approaches you, holding your hands. “But let’s not worry about that. Maybe when we’ve got more time – right now, you owe me a little humping at Lovers’ Hill.”
“A little?” Judging by yesterday, you doubt it’s only a “little”.
“I’m just saying! You know what I want.” She touches her face – Ally's face, imposed in hers – and swoons. “Also, nothing about ‘Jess’. It’s Ally. And I can allow you to claim I’m a friend, but if someone sees us together, you’ll have to be creative.”
“Well, as long as we don’t act like a couple.”
“Oh,” she claims in fake disgust. “But we are gonna act like a couple!” She pulls your arm around her waist and leads you outside – and while doing so, pushes your hand into her ass. “Better squeeze it tight, so I can feel it.”
“Aren’t you forgetting something?”
She turns towards you, stealing a hot kiss. It’s strange to know it’s Jessica when her lips differ so much. “This?”
“Securing her place.”
She blinks, snickering. “Oh yeah, right...”
--
Jessica hasn’t broken her promise of acting like a couple while posing as Ally, but something’s very different from usual. It’s not the cuddling, though it’s tied to it – you two rarely step out, and when you do, most of what she does is holding hands, gripping your arm, resting her head on your shoulders and maybe a kiss, often discreet.
But now, it’s been cranked up. She now wants to sit on your lap, grab you from behind, leap to your loins while staring at your eyes, her grin turning impish as her weight slams you to a nearby wall so she can steal a kiss from you. It’s almost like she wants to be seen – she wants people to comment, to condemn, to spread it. It’s like she wants to get you in trouble.
Her attitude at the bus confirmed it. In fact, it was so evident, you had to face her. “Babe, you’re rarely like this.”
“Oooh... I like when you call me Babe.”
“I mean...” You look around, distant from the other passengers as you immediately took the back seats, and whisper to her. “How much of this is you and how much of this is Ally?”
You feel her freeze momentarily, her mind and look lost – and when she reboots, her answer surprises you. “I dunno. It’s kind of...” She pauses as realization dawns upon her. “Look - I took a little bit of the oil, right? So think of it as being under the influence.”
“You’re saying you’re drunk with her?”
She grins and giggles. “Exactly! And it feels soooo fun!” She nibbles your ear, snickering. “You know how good it feels to do everything I wouldn’t think about doing because someone would recognize me, and have something in my mind telling me it’s alright to do it?”
She must be so stoned that she can’t help blurting the truth – or perhaps, a surprisingly accurate insight. She doesn’t think of herself as Ally, but as someone looking and playing as her. However, something within her – perhaps the real Ally – is pushing her to do this. Perhaps she’s drunk in Ally’s impulsiveness – the same one that drove her to couple up with Ash and her.
Your rumination ends as you feel her groin rubbing on yours. Her look is both familiar and unsettling to you – Jessica is so horny for you, she’s teasing you. You look around, noticing everyone glaring at your spectacle, and try to stop her. “Babe? People’re looking at us.”
“Cool,” she claims. “I don’t care. Ally said she didn’t mind if I got her into some trouble.” She digs her tongue into yours, making you sweat. “So how about we get her in trouble right here, right now?”
You gently push her aside, seeing mixed reactions. Most of them seem ashamed or amused, though one woman snorts angrily and turns away from you. You pat her, pointing with your eyes. “Babe? Not here. You’re making everyone feel uncomfortable.”
She stares at you and pouts. “Alright. But you owe me a big one.” She sits aside and crosses her leg, but as soon as everything seems to cool down, she stealthily rubs your groin, stirring it awake.
You know she can be quite insatiable, but she’s never been as daring as this. Is this Ally’s influence, or is she using it as an excuse to relieve herself of her own inhibitions?
--
Compared to last time, it’s a hike to reach the same place as before, and you’re already panting by the time you arrive. Despite this, Jessica feels invigorated by the idea that she’ll repeat that memorable afternoon – but with you this time.
You’ve wasted no time looking for ideas, though. The steep incline reveals pockets where you could hide a car, and others where you could hide people. In between breathers, you take your notepad and start jotting.
Your girl, however, isn’t feeling it. “I thought we were gonna date. Not take notes.”
“It’s just to spice my article, babe.” You acknowledge she might find the idea interesting if you involve her, however. You point at the first spot, way down, and grin. “How would you call that spot?”
“Whaddya mean call?”
“Y’know... What would you call it. That one’s the first, so it could be the ‘First Station’.”
You deliberately give it a boring name so Jessica would groan – and you succeed, as she draws on Ally’s fumes for inspiration. “Nah. How about the ‘Quick ‘n Easy’?”
“Because it’s the quickest to get to and the easiest to return?”
“Yep.” She gives you increasingly creative – and silly – names that you know Jessica wouldn’t think of – like the “Cove of the Cocky”, the “Honking Maw” or the “Pussy Glade”, because of the cats resting nearby.
You jot the names and the reasons for each stop and spot until you arrive at the “Light Show Climax” - the overlook where you can observe the whole town. Your girl is no longer dreading the notes, actually amused by the idea. She points at the spot you lost your virginity the first time, the one spot you still haven’t named. “What about there?”
You grin. “I won’t even suggest that one. That’s gonna be our spot.”
“Our spot?” She grins back, stealing a kiss. “Excellent. How about we claim it?” She grabs your hands, urging you to pull her top as she pulls off your shirt. “And remember. I’m not Jessica.”
“Then I can’t call you ‘babe’,” you say as you strip off her jeans. You surprise her by hoisting her to the spot, to a bed of grass, as you peel off your pants and let your trouser snake unfurl.
For an instance, time seems to stop. No matter what Jessica says, you can’t feel Ally inside her. You find her sweet spots and make her swoon. It may be a different voice, a different skin, but it’s the same girl you love.
Like before, you’d want to have this moment last forever. But unlike last time, there is an interruption.
You don’t understand how, but someone followed you. Someone you really didn’t want to.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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