Amy and I are now in the living room, watching bad movies, eating popcorn, and adding in our own commentary on how bad it is. She's laying down on the couch, face up. I'm laying on top of her nuzzled into her arms, face down. We have the popcorn sitting on the table. At some point we both reach for the popcorn and have our hands meet in the bowl. Instead of pulling away, I intertwine my fingers with hers. She looks at me and gives off a look I can't explain. Its kinda like that one scene in the Lion King with Simba on top of Nala. She's giving me the same eyes except it's in more of a "Thank you." manner. I lean in and kiss her, she tastes like cherries. It must be her lip gloss. I pull back avoiding another incident regarding sex. We continue watching the movie and I nuzzle closer to her heart to the point in which I can hear it. Its beating faster than it should, I guess she's nervous. "Babe, you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm just a little nervous." That's what I thought. It's getting hot in here with all this Texas heat, so I do what she's least expecting. I get up and stand in front of the TV. She's looking at me with a "what the hell is going on?" face. I pull off my shirt and take my bra off with it. "Hey, Amy do you have any shorts I can wear?"
She's at a loss for words and stuttering every time she tries to speak, "I-Erm ... uh .. Ca- Yeah ... Yeah." She nods.
She gets up and walks in front of me leading me to her room and immediately goes to her dresser. She pulls out a pair of shorts, and hands them to me barely being able to maintain eye contact. I take off my pants and she turns around. I quickly put on the shorts and say, "You can turn around now." I'm still not wearing a shirt, nor bra and she has the concentration of a Jedi, she hasn't looked down at all. I know how much it probably pains her to see me like this and not be able to do anything, not even so much as look at them, so I say, "It's okay. You can look at them."
She still doesn't look but says, "I don't need to look. You're already beautiful to me." This reassures me, and sends me to hug her. When I've squeezed her as tight as I can, she grabs my butt and says, "This is mine." I just laugh and I grab my bra and put it back on.
We hold hands walking down the stairs, and there was Lauren. Sitting on the couch, flicking through channels. She notices us, and screams, "Oh my god!" I quickly cover my chest as I only intended for Amy to see it. I turn around and run back upstairs to Amy's room and shut the door. I reach into Amy's closet and grab a shirt since I left mine downstairs. I put it on with a heavy struggle, then compose myself to walk back down.
When I make it back down the stairs I hear Amy saying, "It's not what it looked like. She was ... She just took off her shirt, okay?"
Lauren like a smart ass says, "Sure, and I'm sure you two were just coincidentally upstairs, too?"
I add into the conversation, "We went up there so I could change into shorts."
"Amy's? shorts?" She says with a pause in between words.
"Oh shut up, you stupid brat." Amy snaps at her. She goes over to Lauren, and says, "She changed her clothes. That's what happened and that's what you believe, okay?" Lauren has pushed herself as far back on the couch as she can, and she whimpers almost.
She answers back with a "Yes."
I can see pure fear of getting punched in the face.
"I wanna hear you say it." Okay maybe she's taking this too far.
"Amy, stop." I call out. She steps back to me and Lauren eases up. I didn't want Lauren to get hurt, or Amy. Amy grabbed my hand and took me upstairs. I liked her feisty, but now she's just like Liam, but somehow less caring.
When we get to her room, she pins me against the wall, and kisses me. This wasn't like her. I don't like this, but I'm too scared to object. I don't kiss back, and she stops by herself. She looks at me, and the realization sets in. She loosens her grip on me, and eventually lets me go. She runs into the bathroom, and bursts out crying. I run after her and and try the doorknob. It was unlocked. I walk in and she's sitting on the floor. She looks up at me then back down. I sit down with her, and instead of doing some cheesy thing from the movies to try and do some sappy attempt to talk to her, I hug her. She lets herself go onto my chest, and the words just start spewing out, "I'm so sorry, Karma. I really am. It's just ... Lauren. She just got under my skin."
I hold her closer, "It's okay, honey. I forgive you." I couldn't really blame her, if I were her I would have probably slapped her from the beginning. We get up and go sit on Amy's bed. We hear the door open and close, indicating someone's home.
Amy lays back and so do I. I manage to wrap my arms around her and hold one leg on top of her. I don't know if Amy is as tired as I am but I start to doze off with my head on her chest. She kisses my forehead and says, "Good night, Karma."
My mind starts to wander a bit, thinking if she's ever done this with another girl, but I set my mind at ease and go to sleep.
To Be Continued ...
