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                                           as falls cuyahoga,
                                     so falls cuyahoga falls

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Face down on her futon naked Vanessa Cuyahoga's sunstroked skin warm
against the bright white duvet. Arms spread black hair lankly sprawled
across her shoulders and the white pillow left hand brushing limply
pale wood floor. Mom? says Addison. Mom? You awake?

In the doorway to the bedroom blond hair very short frowning a little
in a flippy white and yellow tennis skirt and a white sports bra and
thigh-high yellow tube socks with three white stripes each above her
knees.

Mom?

Fuck off, says Vanessa Cuyahoga into her pillow.

Eyes flashing Addison's mouth tightens then curls at the corners in a
nasty frown of a smile. She reaches under her skirt thumbs hooking
spaghetti-thin waistband and shimmies a plain white thong down her
socked thighs lifting one chunky running shoe free then kicks the
other one slinging her thong across the room. Walks over to the futon
and plops onto it straddling Vanessa's back leaning forward digging
the heels of her hands into Vanessa's shoulders thumbs along Vanessa's
neck. You just need to relax, Mom, says Addison. Rocking her hips. A
massage. Maybe a happy ending, huh? Vanessa grunts. I could use one,
says Addison. Fucking feel how hot I am? Grinding her crotch against
her mother's naked ass. You feel how sticky I am?

Addison, says Vanessa.

I want you, Mom, says Addison. I need you. I want you to look up and
see how sexy I am in my new gym clothes. I want you to kiss me and
tell me to sit on your face. I want to make you come, Mom -

Addison! says Vanessa, sharply. Mommy's. Not. In. The mood.

Addison stops lets go of her mother's shoulders straightens up still
sitting a-straddle. Yellow-socked knees clutching bare flanks the
flawless color of Danish wood.

I'm driving the Miata to school, says Addison.

I don't care, says Vanessa.

Addison stands and steps off the futon and walks away. Her underwear
left puddled whitely in a stray slice of sunlight.

Fuck, says Vanessa, and buries her face in her pillow.

Red convertible Miata shining under white hot sunlight at the edge of
an empty patch of ground scraped and graded flat. Short stakes tied
with grimy red and orange flags mark corners here and there, plot and
driveway and foundation, garden shed, deck. A paved unpainted road
leads down the hillside away past more raw plots cut here and there
for houses yet to come. Along the slope another road, more plots, but
also houses here and there, sharp and big shouldering next to each
other despite the empty space, beige stone, dark glass, all of them
naked under the light without trees or shrubs, just laps of dark green
grass. By the Miata on a blanket Addison on her side naked only her
long yellow socks jackknifed around Edie's head chunky running shoes
kicking the blanket Edie's thin light pale green sundress wadded up
under her armpits brown back bare down the length of her legs curled
around Addison's head black lace underwear tangled about one ankle.
Addison's eyes closed arms about Edie's hips fingers shining wetly
clutch her bare ass Edie's red hair flopping mouth glued to Addison's
cunt shivering Addison moans and clenches her hands denting Edie's
skin.

Addison sighs.

Still head to toe Edie on her back now legs spread dress still yanked
up high her belly nipples pale in the hot sun. Addison on her side
legs stretched out long and yellow leaning up on an elbow over Edie
fingers tangled in curls of reddish brown pubic hair.

That was so much better than sixth period, says Edie.

She's so sad, says Addison.

Your mother?

The past week or so it's like I practically have to rape her to get
her to notice me. Or last night, I come home late and she ambushes me
in the kitchen and makes me blow Daddy's boyfriend.

Blow? says Edie. You sucked a cock?

And then she jumped me and we fucked like tear down the walls and kick
out the windows. Like nothing was wrong. And I wake up this morning
all horny and happy and she's lying in her room like an Ambien
overdose and she tells me to go, fuck off, she's not in the mood.

Lips pursed Edie says Your problems are not like our Earth problems.

You love it, says Addison.

It's, says Edie. I don't know. Weird sometimes to hear you talk about
it.

Does it bug you? says Addison. Edie arches her back to tug down her
thin green sundress over her breasts down her belly but Addison
doesn't move her hand. Does it bug you? she says.

Addison, says Edie.

Maybe it would be better if I was less complicated?

Addy, says Edie. Where were you last night?

You're gonna fuck Charley Vanderhook in a couple of hours, says
Addison. Shifting around looming over Edie blocking the sun. You're
gonna be her first kiss, her first grope, her first everything all at
once. You get to shove her over the edge. You have any idea what I'm
giving you here?

It was my idea, mutters Edie.

And you would have done it all by yourself? Without me you'd've done
all this to Miss Queen Pris Valedictorian? Addison swings one leg over
straddling Edie's hips saying Maybe I haven't done anything for you at
all. Maybe without me you'd be up here eating out some other girl
instead of sleeping through sixth period French or whatever the fuck.
Without what I've done for you.

Like what you did for Timmi.

Fuck her. Addison dives suddenly to kiss Edie's mouth hard and fast.
I'm here with you, she says against Edie's cheek, kissing her again.
Edie kisses back mouth opening under Addison's mouth head tilting
tongue licking Addison's tongue. Addison's hands in Edie's red red
hair. Edie's hands on Addison's bare hips, the bare skin of her thigh
there just above those long long socks.

Addy? says Edie between kisses. Do you love me?

Addison lifts her mouth away, sits up sun behind her shining her face
a shadowed mask. Christ, Edie, she says. Love? She reaches back
between Edie's thighs her fingers finding Edie's cunt still slickly
lipped and says I do this to you. Edie closes her eyes. You make me do
this to you. You do this to me. You have to. We don't have any choice.
Love? Addison laughs a flat short bark. This is so much bigger.

And all along Edie's saying oh Addy God damn like that please fuck me
again, oh don't stop please, oh keep, keep fucking me, oh -

Along the slope at the bottom of the hill a yellow school bus stops. A
girl gets off by herself. White shirt her denim skirt short above her
knees long blond hair loose down her back, indistinct black bookbag in
one hand. Addison lifts her hand to her mouth licking sticky fingers
as Edie moans, crimping grass in one clenched fist.

Showtime, says Addison Cuyahoga.

The woman who opens the door is tall and has been basting in the sun,
oiled skin gleaming dark brown under her cloud of pale blond hair
about her head. Her bikini a skinny white ribbon of bandeau, a
skinnier yellow ribbon of thong, gold hoops a-dangle from her ears,
clattering gold and brass and bronze about her wrists and her right
ankle, a speck of gold winking from her nostril. Smiling at Edie on
the doorstep blinking sun behind her shining through her thin light
pale green sundress clinging to her slim thighs clearly shaped, the
shadow of her navel here, the darkness of her nipples there.

Yes? says the woman, one pale eyebrow climbing, then, oh, you're Edie.

Yes ma'am, says Edie. Mrs. Vanderhook.

Oh, call me Melissa. Charley! She just got home. Come in, come in,
I'll go let her know you're here. Charley!

Fuck me, says Addison's voice in Edie's ear. That's Charley's mom?

Edie puts a hand to her bluetooth headset like a brassy sideways
barrette. Not now, she whispers.

Seriously, that's her mom?

I'll hang up, says Edie.

In the front seat of the Miata Addison holding a glassy black phone in
one hand wearing her white sports bra and her long long socks knees up
chunky running shoes to either side of the steering wheel her other
hand idly toys with her bare pussy. Her skirt still on the floorboard
under the other seat. The phone's screen a welter of confusing images
stairs a hallway couch Edie's flip-flopped feet as Edie sets her bag
with the webcamera clipped to it on the floor. Addison pokes the
screen with her thumb. A blurry still of Mrs. Vanderhook walking away
that hair white in the shadows that brown back bare but for the
ribbons here and there. Addison smiles. I say we dump Charley and get
to work on her instead.

Just make sure everything's ready, says Edie.

Addison's thumbing up something else on her phone, an equalizer, some
slider switches. Monster, says the file name. The phone's white throat
mike in her other hand fingers slippery she says Tasty little girl. In
Edie's ear her voice deep and mechanical, mocking nasty. Time for some
slumber party tramp action, says Addison.

I'm hanging up, says Edie. Charley's coming down the stairs. Hey, she
says. Already changed into a white tank top and black boxers with
cartoons of a dumpily cynical penguin all over them. Come on up.

Charley's room white walls and a blue carpet, bed piled high with
pillows and stuffed animals, a white desk and a flatscreen monitor
under a poster of a violin washing ashore wrapped in a tangle of wild
tea-roses. By the monitor a cell phone and a folded piece of paper. Is
your mother gonna, she says.

I told her we had to study. Besides, she's going out tonight.

Oh, says Edie. Okay. That's good.

She told me we couldn't have any boys over, and Charley's voice cracks
on that, a weird little not-laugh.

Yeah, says Edie flatly. Sets her bag on the desk next to the monitor
adjusts it just so and turns to say I guess they could call at any
moment, but Charley's stepped right up next to Edie hands on Edie's
shoulders head tilting swooping eyes closed lips pursed Edie steps
back startled, whoa! Bumps the desk. Knocks the cell phone to the
floor.

I'm sorry! says Charley, falling back onto the bed. I'm sorry! Her
face in her hands.

Edie picks up the cell phone. Puts it back on the desk next to the
folded piece of paper. It's okay, she says. Kneels down by the bed
stroking Charley's long blond hair. It's okay.

Charley's shaking. It's just, she says, we're gonna, I mean we're
gonna -

Yeah, says Edie. We're gonna.

We're gonna kiss. And stuff. Charley looks up eyes red and wet. Edie
bites her lip. And I didn't want my first kiss with you to be just
because he said so. And he's gonna call any minute -

He?

You think it's a woman doing this to us?

I think it's a them, says Edie.

Oh geeze, says Charley, oh geeze. Her face in her hands again. And
they're gonna call any minute and tell us to, and they're gonna watch
and laugh and -

Shh, says Edie. Stroking Charley's hair so long and fine. Look up, she
says. Look at me. Stroking Charley's shoulder. Stroking her arm. Hey.
It doesn't have to be.

What? says Charley.

Besides, says Edie, I already kissed you. I kissed your fingers.
Remember?

Oh, says Charley. Blushing. Yeah. After we.

After we. Hey. Stand up. Edie takes Charley's hand helping her off the
bed. Stand close. Touching Charley's shoulder. Hip. Hand. Your first
kiss is always uncertain, she says, and takes a step closer. Charley
takes a step sideways. Eyes locked together. Because you don't know
yet, says Edie, murmuring. How you're gonna move. What you'll like.
You don't know but you know. You know I want to. I know you want to.
You know that.

Edie, says Charley, a whisper, eyes closed.

It's a slow still kiss lips on lips and bodies not quite touching.
Charley's hand in the air, indecisive. Edie's hands on Charley's back
then pulling them together as she leans back looking Charley in her
opening eyes. Put your hands on me, says Edie, and Charley does, and
they kiss again, and Charley moans and the kiss twists and deepens
diving Charley's hands on Edie's shoulders hips the small of her back
crumpling light thin pale green cloth over Edie's ass.

You're not wearing any underwear, says Charley. Anything under that at
all. Foreheads together. Noses brushing. Swaying gently.

Edie nods. Naked as a jaybird. They said we had to be slumber party
sluts, remember? Besides, I wanted to be sexy.

For me? says Charley.

For you, says Edie.

I'm wearing underwear, says Charley.

I know, says Edie. Cute boxers.

Charley shakes her head. Under that, she says. Your thong, she says.
She smiles, shyly. You're right, she says. They're comfortable.

The cell phone on the desk rings as they're kissing again. Charley
reaches out still eyes closed kissing Edie fumbling for the phone
flipping it open. Holding it up to their heads together so they both
can hear.

How touching, says the ugly deep mechanical voice. But if I wanted to
watch girls kissing I'd turn on the TV. Charley. Charley! Say hello.

Hello, says Charley, voice thick. Edie looks away.

I told you you were a raging lesbo, didn't I.

Charley nods.

Didn't I!

Yes, says Charley. Yes. I am.

Honor student turned nympho dyke, says the voice. Take off her
clothes, Edie. Sit her down on the bed. Let's see if she can tell
whether you've gone down on lots of girls.

It's okay, says Edie quietly as she grabs the hem of Charley's shirt.
Charley calmly lifts her arms above her head. Edie tugs her close and
kisses her quickly one more time before lifting her tank top up and
off.

Samantha Cuyahoga shuts off the water straightens looking at herself
in the mirror over the hotel sink. Black hair short and glossy in the
light like fur. Eyes pale and blue and wide. A black lace choker about
her throat and a wine-colored corset done up with black ribbon, black
lace edging her hips and the bottoms of her bared breasts. Nipples and
nails painted wine red, her lips done up in a Cupid's bow of the same
dark color. Sheer black stockings laced up the back with red ribbons
tied in bows at the backs of her thighs. A bit of red ribbon in a tiny
bow pasted just above the bare cleft of her cunt.

On the dresser a black leather envelope. She opens it plucking a
cigar. Clips the end and picks up the lighter shaped like a squatting
Buddha. There's a knock at the door. Careful of the glowing tip she
walks past the dresser the bed and up to the door tottering a little
stiletto slingbacks snagging the hotel carpet. Cocks her hip arm
canted just so hand up cigar smoldering. The knock a again, three
crisp blows. She opens the door.

Addison's standing there. Her flippy white and yellow tennis skirt.
Her white sports bra. Her thigh-high yellow tube socks with three
white stripes each up above her knees. Hey Aunt Sammy, she says.

Addison, says Samantha, how did you know where to. Blinking in
surprise she moves to block her when Addison tries to come into the
room. Addy-girl, baby, I'm working. I've got a date about to show up
any minute. I'm sure whatever it is can wait a couple hours -

Couple of hours? says Addison. I don't think so. I paid for the whole
night. She pushes past Samantha.

You, says Samantha, Addison, you, the door closing behind her, cigar
hanging forgotten from one hand. You can't afford me.

No, but Mom's credit card can, says Addison, kicking off one chunky
running shoe, then the other. I realize there's a certain discretion
required but really you should have your agency call you when certain
names show up, you know. Avoid all sorts of embarrassing mix-ups.

What do you want, Addison, says Samantha.

What do I want? Addison unzips her skirt and tosses it onto the bed.
She still isn't wearing underwear. I want to come, Aunt Sammy. A lot.
I've gotten laid precisely once today and it was nice but I'm still
full of this angry nasty buzz and in a minute I'm going to sit right
there on that dresser and let you eat it out of me. And then maybe
I'll -

It's not, says Samantha, that I'm not flattered, or even tempted, but
your mother will kill me.

And then, says Addison, glaring, I was saying, maybe I'll bang the
hell out of you with one of those cigars and we'll smoke it. She
wrestles her sports bra up and over her head saying You know why I got
laid only once today? You know why I'm so goddamn pissed-off horny?
She tosses the bra away over the bed. Because Mom's lying around so
depressed she can't even bother to take a fucking shower. Because you
guys had some stupid fucking fight.

Listen, says Samantha, it's not a stupid -

I. Don't. Care. I want to trash this hotel room. I want to make you
howl at the moon. I want us to forget what it's like not to be coming
and I want us to walk out of here in the morning hungover and
bowlegged and go home and sleep for days. I want you to tell me how
drop-dead fuck me sexy I am in my new gym socks. Well!

Samantha's looking her up and down her small tits, her flat belly
fists on bare hips arms akimbo, her legs in those long yellow socks,
her blue eyes glaring, her short blond hair, shorter than her own, as
short and curly as the hair just there above her angry red pussy.
Slowly Samantha says You're very sexy, Addy-girl. But your mother and
I have certain rules -

Fuck your rules, snaps Addison. She stomps over to the bed, grabs her
skirt. You broke the rules when you broke her heart.

Your mother, says Samantha, and sighs. It's not that simple. What's
that?

Addison's holding up her phone. On the screen a photo, Charley and
Edie unsmiling against a blue backdrop, Charley's hair dark and
shadowy gold, her dress a deeply saturated red. Edie's tank top blown
out pale and white a highlit sheen of pink.

A separate transaction, says Addison. My girlfriend Edie's the
redhead. And her girlfriend is Charley. I'll give you Charley. Hell,
you can have both if you want, but you only can keep Charley. And I'll
make sure she does whatever you want.

This, says Samantha, I mean I don't think, and Addison does something
with her thumb. A movie starts, Charley eyes wide throwing back her
head one fist stuffed in her mouth her other hand on Edie's head
between her skinny white thighs. First time she ever had sex with a
girl was today, says Addison. First time ever she had sex. Hell, first
kiss I'm pretty sure. I'll throw in the film for free. All you have to
do is apologize to Mom.

Samantha's eyebrows climb up her forehead. Apologize, she says. She
turns then moving stubs the cigar out in the ashtray on the dresser.

Whatever it takes to get her out of her funk. Addison steps close to
Samantha. The phone's gone away somewhere. One hand on Samantha's ass.
Back, says Addison, in the mood.

In the mood, says Samantha, looking down half-smiling.

Fix it, says Addison, reaching up to tip Samantha's head down leaning
up and licking her lips for a kiss.

Nothing is said for a minute or two.

Samantha hands on Addison's shoulders lifts her mouth away then
Addison kissing her jaw, her throat. Apologize, she says.

Whatever it takes, says Addison against her skin. And you get a girl
all your own. Her fingertips smudged with lipstick from Samantha's
nipples.

I don't know, says Samantha.

Whatever, says Addison. Stepping back hands on the dresser-top hops up
a little bare butt sliding back. Socked knees up, socked feet braced
wide shoulders back against the wall. Crooking her finger, come here.
You're still going to give me my money's worth tonight.

Samantha smiles. Your mother's money's worth.

C'mon, Aunt Sammy, says Addison. Fingering her pussy shining wetly in
the room-light. We've got all night. I'm not going anywhere.

Samantha in her black corset black stockings smoothly stepping in
those heels to kneel a little bending down to kiss her niece's belly,
a red lip-print there above her navel, a long lingering lick of a kiss
as her arms snake under Addison's socked legs. Come on, says Addison,
her hands on her aunt's hair black and sleek like fur. Dive in. I'm
ready. Gasping as Samantha jerks her legs open wider plants her mouth
on Addison's cunt. I'll tell you, says Addison, God! A sexy story
while you work. Fuck. About a couple of innocent young girls, oh yes
oh yes right there Christ! A couple of girls at a slumber party.
Fucking hell yes. Oh fuck.

Edie opens the door to Charley's room. Charley's in bed already
sitting up against her mound of pillows covers pulled up in her lap, a
stuffed penguin in her hands. Edie's wearing a big blue shiny sleep
shirt the first two clear buttons undone, collar open flat along her
shoulders. Little white ankle socks shuffling in the carpet. There's a
sleeping bag laid out on the floor, some pillows from the pile, but
Edie tucks her toothbrush away and climbs up to sit at the foot of the
bed legs curled tucking feet away elbows on bare knees. It's quiet,
she says.

Yeah, says Charley. I don't think we're too good at the slumber party
thing.

Oh I don't know, says Edie, and Charley looks down hair ducking
smiling.

We should maybe talk? says Charley.

We don't have to wait for them, says Edie.

Charley looks up. What?

We can do it whenever we like. Whenever we want to and can. We don't
have to wait for a phone call or a folded piece of paper.

Oh, says Charley. Do we? Want to?

Edie blinks. Well, she says, I mean yeah, I guess, I mean, what were
you gonna say? Just now?

Me?

What did you want to talk about?

Charley looks down at the penguin in her hands. I was gonna say, she
says, you don't have to sleep in the sleeping bag. If you don't want
to.

Edie smiles and unbuttons the third button on her sleep shirt. I
don't, she says. Want to. A fourth and then a fifth. She opens the
sleep shirt and lets it fall back down her arms naked crawling up the
bed white socks kicking Charley's eyes wide hands shivering clenched
around the hapless stuffed penguin leaning back and opening her mouth
as Edie kisses Charley and Charley kisses right back.

Charley says Have you when Edie's no longer kissing her mouth, when
Edie's kissing her cheek, her neck. Done this with lots of girls?

What, says Edie, kissed? Slumber partied with? She nuzzles Charley's
ear. Fingered in a photo booth? Been blackmailed into sleeping with?

Have you? Gone, I, have you had sex with? Lots of girls?

And Edie sits back on her heels. Smiling a little she shakes her head.
Just Addison, she says. And you.

Addison? Cuyahoga?

That's what we were sneaking off for, says Edie. What they caught us
doing. When we started getting folded pieces of paper.

Charley kicks back the covers sits up on her knees arms around Edie
kissing her and kissing her again. I'm glad, she says. I'm glad they
caught me. I'm glad this happened. She's still wearing Edie's black
thong. Edie her hands on Charley's hips thumbs inside the waistband,
but Charley pulls her mouth away says No, no, you have to go first
this time, I owe you, so much -

We can both go at the same time, says Edie, tugging the thong down
Charley's thighs. Sit on your side, she says, your head that way, now
lie down, pulling the thong down Charley's calves as Charley smiling
lies her head toward the foot of the bed. You weren't paying enough
attention to that magazine, says Edie, lying on her side, scooting
down a little.

The magazine? says Charley, lifting her head, laying it on Edie's
thigh.

It's very educational, says Edie. Lift your leg. Hike it up a little
so I can get my arm, um, there. Rest it on me. See? Your other leg's a
pillow. Kissing Charley's thigh. Get your arm up, says Edie, so I can
do mine the same there you go. Locked together.

Ouroboros, says Charley, but Edie's head between her thighs is moving
now and Charley's eyes get very big oh wow she says as Edie licks into
her cunt and Charley's breath begins to catch. No fair, she says,
kissing Edie's cunt gently, licking it one long lap. Edie groans into
Charley. Charley's arms around Edie's ass fingers digging in then to
spread Edie wide under her mouth kissing again and again and then
Charley whispers into the folds of Edie's pussy I. Love. You and she
begins to eat.

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                                           as falls cuyahoga,
                                     so falls cuyahoga falls
                                            an object lesson.012

                                                         --n.
                                                 ::

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