WARNING CONTAINS GRAPHIC CONTENT
On Wednesday afternoon, Alexis walked around the corner from the bus stop, to their street. Just as she arrived at their small apartment block, Alicia pulled up in her car, back from the Courthouse where she worked as a clerk. There was a cuddle and a kiss, at the door of the apartment. It was not a long sloppy kiss with plenty of tongue, just a peck, and they were inside. They flopped down in the kitchen, which still smelled slightly of vomit, weeks after their Experiment.
‘How was the first day of paid Finals Supervision?’
‘Oh, you know. Oh! You just reminded me! Got something to show you’. She excitedly fumbled with her phone.
‘This was this afternoon. Look’. She pushed the phone across the kitchen table, and Alicia took a good look. The picture showed a pile of orange-white sick. Much of it was coating one side of the iron grill on a random drain. It had oblong gaps, where the chunks had gone down to the drain beneath.
‘OK … so this was today, then?’
‘This afternoon. At least that was when I stumbled on it, and took a sneaky picture’. Staring at the phone intently, Alicia seemed impressed.
‘Mmmm … you didn’t see the actual, er, event?’
‘No. It was near the bottom doors and I was up at the top doors for the start of the afternoon Exams. I only saw it because I had to escort another student on a pee break. Coffee?’
‘No, thanks’. She watched Alexis filling the electric jug in the small kitchen. ‘So do you know who threw up?’
‘Yeah, I think so. I remembered, near the start of the Exam. I happened to notice Terri with a girl, filling out an Incident Report’.
‘This girl …’ The query hung in the air while Alexis poured boiling water. She plonked her coffee mug on the table and resumed her seat.
‘She was a sweet looking thing, doing the Botany 101 paper. These freshers, they all look like twelve-year olds to me now. Hard to imagine such a petite girl producing that much hurlage’. She sipped her coffee.
‘So … you were escorting another student …’.
‘Um … yes, another fresher. Needed to use the rest room. As soon as we were out the bottom door I smelled it, and caught the briefest of glimpses. When I was taking her back in, I opened the door and pointed her to her desk, then I dashed out’.
‘Did you get into trouble?’
‘No, but I had to be quick. So, I zipped over to the drain, took the pic, and scuttled back inside before the fresher had even sat down. I could cover my tracks after that’.
‘You clever thing. So, the drain is near the big bottom doorway to the Concert Hall is it?’ I suppose that is where they have to wait to go in for their quizzes?’
‘Right you are. Poor things get so nervous. I have been invigilating for two full years now. Four seasons of Finals Exams. I have seen where they have been throwing up … trust me this is not the first. Just the first decent large one, outdoors. They are usually in the toilet stalls when they blow chunks at that level’. Alicia was still studying the phone.
‘It certainly is a beauty, Honey. High res, perfect focus, nicely framed so you can properly feel the size of the puke pile. Yes. High standard’.
The pair decided to order out for some Chinese. They carefully transferred the photo to the computer folder, and then the flash drive, and then they settled down to a few hours of gaming. It was an idle distraction, really just an excuse to snuggle close together on the couch. No matter which new game they started on, they inevitably ended up back on the same silly game. Like a more insane, retro version of Mario but faster. And with silly music.
It was not early when they went to bed, and both were tired, but as soon as they were between the sheets, they were all over each other. Their little battery powered friend joined in. The fucking was short, and intense. They came like wild things.
Later, they languidly stroked one another, and fell into a quiet conversation. It was another trip down memory lane.
‘Hey, Leesh, did you ever get sick, like that student today, from just nerves?’
‘Ha! My older sister did!’ Alexis had been stroking a shoulder, but now she was stroking a breast.
‘My sister, Paula, she would have been around 13 or 14, and I think was 9’.
‘We were at our old place, in Port Sirius, and our school was doing a big show for everybody. All the big wigs. They had hired a theatre. Anyhow, we were both in it’. There was a reflective pause.
‘Didn’t know you could act’.
‘Can’t. I was the assistant to the assistant floor manager. But Paula was turning into a decent singer. Classical’.
‘Was that her first time on stage?’
‘More or less’. This was the cue for Alicia to ramble for ten minutes about how talented and shy her sister was, and how much she herself had enjoyed running errands backstage at rehearsals. Then she came to the event in question.
‘So, she was stressed out about performing?’
‘Yup. And to make things worse, we had both been sneaking little treats before the matinee from the party food that our parents had ordered for later, to celebrate’.
“Nerves and eating, is not a great combo’.
‘We were just not thinking. I believe Paula was eating because of the nervous energy, actually. Anyway, that was much earlier. The matinee was in the early stages, just a few acts in, and Paula was due on stage in about two or three acts time’.
‘And you happened to be there?’
‘Course. I was with her in the wings waiting. I was going to listen to her sing from behind the wings. There was plenty of space there, backstage’. She went off on another tangent, about how large the theatre was, and the big crowd of people in the audience. She was rambling.
‘What about the stress-puking’.
‘It just happened out of nowhere. We were there, in the back part of the wings stage left, and with no warning, Paula just leaned forward and projectile vomited on the floor’. There was a pause.
Her memories had become so triggered that Alicia was taken back, in her imagination, to the very moment. How unwell her sister had looked, moments before … she relished the moments prior to the event. But it must have been so disappointing for Pula. But it was a moment which she would never forget.
From Paula’s perspective, things had been a little anxious ten minutes ago, and now things were mega-mega-stressful. She was trying not to sway, as she stood there in the wings. Her gaze rested on the sheet music which her teacher, who was to accompany her, had ready on the floor by the stage piano.
Her stage costume made Paula self-conscious, adding to the anxiety. It had seemed a good idea to dress up in the dirndl costume from Oktoberfest, as she was to sing a German Lieder. She was not merely stressed, she also felt really sick. In fact, Paula suddenly began to feel especially sick.
This was the point when it all went sideways for her. Almost without thinking, she swayed forward, just as a thick plume of vomit erupted out of her, inundating the floor. As she had begun to bend over, she felt her abdomen going into a tight spasm, and a simultaneous surge. After the warm liquid started to gush explosively, she could feel it pouring through her, and some lumpy bits as they left her gaping mouth.
Almost as soon as she opened her eyes, and saw the puddle of sick, and realized it was hers, Paula experienced a second huge projectile vomit. This one was much bigger in volume. It landed next to the first one, with some big splashes, and then she felt better. She recovered from the second hurl, after a few last mouthfuls of vomit retched their way up. They took her and her sister home after that. No Lieder.
From the point of view of Alicia, standing nearby, Paula had looked lovely in her costume, but now she seemed peaky. Pale, and likely not at all well. Why was she swaying like that? Something seemed to be wrong. Very wrong. And then it had all happened right in front of where she was. There was nobody else on their side of the stage, at that moment. She was the only eye-witness.
The first thing which met her gaze, was bulging cheeks. This was just when Paula had jolted forward unexpectedly, after swaying. Immediately, the whole space in front of her sister’s face went blurry yellow, as her lunch began exploding everywhere. It made a watery ralphing sound. Moments later, the floor space seemed to explode, as splatter went everywhere. And it was over.
In the time-dilated span which now followed, Alicia was able to study the chaos of vomit. Apart from some long rays of splat, it was mostly a crazy jumble of mounds of sick, making a rough circle. The puke looked like chunky soup. Mostly it was white and yellow mush. You could clearly see particles, and in amongst it all, were bigger lumps and chunky pieces.
Suddenly, Paula, who looked so cute in her German costume, bent forward and threw up massively. The second outpouring landed just off to the side of the existing puddle of vomit. It lasted longer, and much of it projectiled out in an arc of upchuck. It was blatantly yellow. Coming out, it had an aggressive, masculine flavor. It was thrusting, at that point. Thrusting vomit.
The pile of barf was now dominated by a long mound of lumpy spew. The noise as it roared out, and hit the floor audibly, she would never forget. Nor would she forget the look of all the vomit, or the sweet odour. A bit like pineapple. All these things were burned into the mind of her nine-year-old-self, who was already beginning to develop an obsession.
Years later, when puberty had hit Alicia hard, these images from this time, were woven into her first sexual fantasies. Now, as Alicia was telling the stress-puke story in bed, the memories of the images getting her off as a teenager, were doing the same thing. Halfway through every sentence she would stop, and guide Alexis’s hand towards her vag. Then, Alicia would reposition her hand, and command her to finish the sentence.
By the time Alicia did finally get to describing the final glories of the second projectile vomit, Alexis had given up, and they were on the brink of fucking again. It would be a late night for the couple.
The following Monday, just as she was finishing at work, Alicia’s phone went off. It was Alexis.
‘Hi. Can you come and pick me up. I am in town, on East Hill’. She gave the address.
‘What are you doing there, Sweetie?’
‘I’ll explain everything … just wait until you hear what happened’. The cryptic hint hung in the air, as she picked up her keys and left the Courthouse.
It was a fairly typical apartment block, of the type rented out to students. When the door opened, it was a very tall blonde student who she did not recognize. She smiled.
‘You must be Alexis’s friend. I’m Anna. Come in’. In the kitchen-living area, at the table there, Alexis was chatting with a young-looking brunette. They had mugs of camomile tea.
‘Oh, hey, Alicia. You met Anna. And this is Erica, who I have been … um … helping out’.
‘Oh, more than helping out. She saved me, and got me home’. This was beginning to tweak Alicia’s curiosity about this cute young student. And then there was Alexis, giving conspiratorial glances. Something was up.
‘Really, how interesting. I take it something … happened …’ She let the idea fade away. There was a brief pause.
‘Yes, it’s true. I vomited. Everywhere. It was just … so messy … but the stress levels’. The bubbly brunette seemed fine now. After a brief conversation, the two said goodbye and headed for the car. As soon as they were at their own kitchen table, Alexis held up her phone.
‘How’s that!’ When Alicia saw the image, she drew a quick breath. ‘Holy fuck! What a beauty’. It was a picture of a pinkish puddle of lumpy vomit, piled on some maroon-red tiles. It looked big.
‘You have to tell me everything. The whole lot, the works’. And so she did.
The afternoon session had not been going for long, when Alexis noticed one of the Psychology 100 students put up their hand. She put away the lists which she had just finished checking, and went over to a row of small desks in the middle of the Concert Hall. It was Erica. She leaned down, and whispered.
‘Can I help you’. The young brunette was very pale looking.
‘Um … I need to go out for some fresh air’. Then she sat up higher and whispered into Alexis’s ear. ‘I think I’m going to be sick’. When Erica said the words, she was not sure, but it seemed likely that she was going to end up puking. She could feel it.
‘Come with me.’ As she watched Erica slowly rise from her chair, Alexis wondered if this was one of many false alarms which she had seen. She beckoned the ashen fresher to follow her, and they went past the tables where others were working desperately on the fiendishly difficult Psych 100 quiz. It was way too far to use the main doors, so she guided her woozy student to the bottom doors. Best to get her outside as quickly as possible.
‘I think I might be going to barf’.
They were just outside, not too far from the grate where Alexis had seen all the vomit. As they were approaching the short set of outside stairs which led up to the Fountain Courtyard, near the main doors, they had to stop for an interval, while Erica leaned forward. There was a silent pause, as Alexis wondered if there was going to be an upchuck.
After giving a small groan, Erica gagged, and then spat out some thick saliva. There was another silence, then she heaved and once again, nothing except some spit. She stood back up, swallowed hard, gave a nod, and then they went up the stairs.
‘I thought I was definitely about to hurl just then’.
As they reached the Courtyard, with its lame ornamental fountain, Erica was feeling like crap. She had stress puked once before, at an airport terminal. This felt the same.
When they were near the fountain, Alex noticed that her sick charge was slowing down. She looked so unwell. Now she was stopping in the middle of the paved area, with its reddish tiles. She was about to ask Erica if she was OK, when the girl went into a low crouch. Would it be yet another false alarm?
As the fountain went in and out of focus, all Erica could think of was the time she had thrown up at the airport. Now it was even worse, because she was well fed. The stress had not reduced her appetite, and even encouraged her to dig out extra nibbles, for some distracting munching. The strawberry thick shake had definitely been a mistake. Now it all wanted to get out of her in a hurry.
When the deep sick feeling hit, it was part torture, and part relief, that the situation was about to come to a head. She went into a low crouch, carefully placing her hands on her knees as she bent forward. The sick feeling was much worse. Then she went into a wrenching body heave. She gagged up a bit of fluid, and a lump or two.
When Erica shook, and spat out a half-mouthful of watery vomit, Alexis was suspicious. She had seen this kind of thing several times, during these past two years of supervision gigs. There would be a lot of drama, for very little result. There was a small splat of pink-white sick. Erica was gagging again. She felt sorry for the student, and was about to give her an encouraging pat on the shoulder, when it happened.
After the first puke, Erica was breathing heavily. A constant stream of watery saliva was drenching her mouth, and dripping from her bottom lip. She dry-retched. There was more watery saliva. She swallowed the salty saliva back down. This caused a very deep sick feeling, and then everything went black for a second, as she projectile vomited.
Just as Alexis was reaching out to comfort Erica from her position just behind the unwell student, the outpouring began. She was almost next to her. She saw Erica’s cheeks bulge, then a torrent of white liquid burst forth. The rushing and splashing noises were followed by the appearance of a puddle of pink-white sick where she was bent over.
As the surge of warm liquid leaving her body turned into a lumpy trickle, Erica opened her eyes. Vomit was everywhere. The shallow puke puddle was circular. There was a great deal of splatter, and it was pinkish-white. This suddenly reminded her of the thick shake, and she heaved again, but with little result. She spat out some chunks. She was feeling very sick again, as Alexis rubbed the top of her back up and down.
‘You’re doing well there. Get it all up’.
After what felt like hours, the sick sensation suddenly deepened dramatically, and Erica drew in a lungful. A split second later, she felt as if her entire body was turning inside-out, as she unleashed a massive projectile vomit.
What Alexis witnessed, was bulging cheeks and an explosion of puke, which became a surge of chaotic barf. The pale sick kept coming. Now it was arching down into the vomit puddle in a thick stream of liquid. When it reached the tiled courtyard, it turned into a rapidly growing jumble of lumpy sick. Then, it suddenly increased, for one final watery blast.
As the last mouthfuls of spew gushed down, Erica did not think that she could hold her breath any longer. It finally ended, and she gasped for oxygen. Opening her eyes, she was shocked by the amount of fresh vomit she could see. The pinkish puddle was enormous, and in it were random piles and floes of pale chunks. The round void in the middle of the huge mess, was filling with stomach juices as she gazed down.
Some distant bystanders were staring at the action near the fountain. So was Alexis. One of the onlookers had their phone out, and Alexis wished that she had thought to try and film the episode. Maybe not. It would have been a bad look, for her to be filming while she was supposed to be helping. She could always get discrete pics later.
As Erica retched up a final mouthful of dribble, making little craters in the top of the main mound of lumpy slop, Alexis surveyed the damage.
The puddle of pinkish vomit had been changed into an elongated pile, with a large halo of splash. It was at least two inches thick in the main part. So much sick. The initial violent surge had pushed the far side of the heap forward, and there was much liquid and solid blurtage. It was everywhere.
An intense fresh puke smell was present now, and as soon as she was recovered, Erica wanted to be away from the embarrassing puddle. That second big puke seemed to have fixed things, and she was much better. Or so it seemed.
As the edge of the puke mound began to leak fluid on the tiles, the pair slowly made their way onwards. They were nearly at the doorway into the washrooms, when things went pukey again. As she half turned towards the wall, Alexis carefully moved Erica’s hair out of the way. Leaning forward, Erica felt a shudder as she threw up a few more mouthfuls. The vomit went smearing down the wall, pooling at the bottom in a set of overlapping small pinkish splatter piles. Then she was OK again. It had been so sudden.
The exam was in its later stages when the pair emerged from the washrooms, where Erica had been throwing up repeatedly. As they walked past the fountain, Erica took one look at the pile of barf, and stopped dead. While she was gagging and puking up more watery mouthfuls, Alexis was sneaking photos of the big splat. Then she went over to Erica.
‘Are you finished. Poor thing’.
‘Yes. This time for sure’.
‘When we get back inside, we will have to be very quiet. Is that OK?’
Back at the exam venue, things were winding up. It would be STOP WRITING soon. The pair silently filled out the Incident Report, and collected Erica’s backpack. Outside the doorway, Alexis felt strangely motherly.
‘Oh … get the bus I suppose, I don’t feel up to driving my car …’ There was a moment of silence.
‘Well … as long as it is not a manual, I can drive you home. Just wait here while I do a couple of things. Back soon’.
After Alexis fixed things up with Terri, the boss supervisor, and scooped up her bag, she returned to Erica. They headed toward the parking lot.
‘And that, my dear, is how we ended up at the apartment where you picked me up’. With one large hand on Alicia’s lovely breast, Alexis nuzzled close. They were in the kitchen when the tale began to unfold, but after numerous interruptions of a salacious kind, Alicia had dragged her to the bedroom. She was still awkwardly clutching the phone, with the image of all the vomit on the reddish tiles, when they were undressing. Now they were between the sheets, alternating between stress puke descriptions, and hard sex.
The final straw was when Alexis mentioned her conversation with Terri, not long after she started the gig for these Finals. It was a story Terri told, about her only really close-up projectile vomiting event. Re-telling the incident of the stressed-out student almost hurling on stairs, then just making it outside with Terri at her elbow, was turning them both on so much, they had to stop several times.
When the story finally climaxed with the student puking bucketfuls across the concrete, it was too much. First Alicia, then Alexis, let out a yelp. And that was the end.
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