Her: (My Secret Lesbian Love Affair)Mature Short Story {18+} Completed

Twelve

Danity stared in silence and her lover held on to her hands waiting for a reply. After a long exhale she snatched her hands away and ran out of the door. She was out of breath by the time she made it to the bottom floor. Luckily for her, a taxi was parked at the curb and she got in immediately before, Vexa made it down to stop her. She made the taxi driver take the long route to the rehearsal studio. Her heart was flustered and she'd been crying. Living two lives was not easy and she wanted to give up, and that meant eventually letting someone go and being unhappy by her choice. Both Michael and Vexa made her feel amazingly loved and wanted. Maybe Vexa was right she thought. Could she really be in love with her? She wanted to erase the thoughts of that out of her head, because she was always told you couldn't possibly be in love with two people at the same time. Was it lust she felt for Vexa? Was it the excitement of being with a woman that aroused this need she had for her? She shook her head sighing out to herself.

" I do care about her and it's more than sex for me. It's more..."

She swiped her thumbs under her eyes just as the taxi pulled to the curve in front of the studio. She pulled out eleven dollars from her wallet for her taxi ride, then she exited the car taking a deep breath as she closed the door. She took the elevator up and immediately walked in the quiet studio. Quan was sitting at Vexa's desk on the phone talking lowly, but he looked up and waved when Danity entered. Today he wore cream colored pants and a vest with a pink button down shirt and a polka dot bow tie. Danity loved his fashion sense and thought he'd make a perfect shopping companion. He finished his call then picked up a pile of papers from Vexa's desk. They talked briefly and he mentioned the party that Vexa invited her to tonight. She told him that she wasn't sure if she would be there as she put her satchel down. After about ten minutes of conversation Quan received a text message. After reading it he smiled at Danity and told her he had to get back to work since he had plans for later. After air kissing Danity's cheeks, Quan exited the rehearsal studio and Danity proceeded to the radio where she put some music in so she could practice one of the dance routines she had in the play. She took a deep breath unwrapping her ponytail holder from her wrist. She grabbed her hair twisting it up in a bun wrapping the ponytail holder around it so it could be secured. She exhaled yet again thinking of all the stress she felt. She stretched jogging in place and shook her hands taking another deep breath. She pressed play on the cd player and stood center the room staring at herself in the large mirrors adhered to the walls. The music started and she moved to its rhythm. Her arms flowed in the air and her body rotated to the beat. She dropped to the floor bending her chest forward as a memory of Vexa came to her mind. It was of their first night together when they danced to Tyrese's Signs of Love Making.. She rolled over on her back arching her hips in the air as another memory tormented her mind. Vexa was kissing down her thighs slowly as she shivered. She closed her eyes exhaling forcing the dance out of her as memory after memory came to her. She stood up holding her body close rocking slightly. Her face tilted to the left gently and her neck relaxed while she slowly trudged her hands down her arms as they released to her sides. She turned whipping her head forward and then snapping it back running her hands roughly through her hair releasing it from her bun. She turned around startled out of her dance when she heard the sounds of claps. It was Vexa. Danity swallowed hard and walked to the cd player pausing the music pulling her hair back nervously.

" That was beautiful, Danity. You've really perfected that routine." Vexa smiled walking forward and sat her zebra print clutch inside of her desk drawer.

" Well it has to be perfect for the play." She says without looking at her. She pinned her hair back in her bun then grabbed a towel from her satchel and wiped her forehead. " So I've been here almost forty minutes and no one has showed up. Where is everybody for rehearsal?" She asks catching her breath placing the towel back in her bag.