Accidentally Yours (gxg)

Part 1

A/N: Thank you so much for choosing to check out my new story, "Accidentally Yours". This is a spin-off of my story, "A Splash of Color". You do not have to read that to know what's going on in this story, though if you want to read about Olivia's sister, Brooke, feel free to check that one out!

Like all of my stories, this one will contain some mature themes such as language, drug and alcohol use, mental health issues, and explicit sexual scenes. Please read with caution and I'll add TW's if/when necessary for certain topics. 

Lets' get into it :)

1 Year Prior 

"That never happened."

"What, you moaning my name 5 minutes ago as you came?"

I stared at Tatiana as she said this and responded, "Like I said. This never happened."

Tatiana shrugged, "Whatever, Olivia. Keep telling yourself you don't like it."

I watched as Tatiana then grabbed her purse and started walking out of our dorm room, closing the door behind her.

I was still breathless from what transpired a few minutes prior.

Like Tatiana said, me moaning her name continuously as she made me cum.

Now, however, I was going to pretend like it didn't happen.

Like the past few times. And the past few times before that.

I sighed as I lay down on my bed, frustrated that I let Tatiana and I get carried away.

Again.

Here I was at college, supposed to be focused on getting good grades to one day be able to be a Doctor, and maybe even find myself a boyfriend, or a future husband.

Yet I was hooking up with my female roommate and getting straight C's.

As I lay down on my bed, I thought about what I needed to do to succeed at college, and in life. What I was currently doing was not going to get me there.

But it had been the same cycle of depression, and then trying to find outlets since I got to college.

I had no idea how to get out of it.

All I knew was that I would likely be hooking up with Tatiana again.

Whether I wanted to admit it or not. 

Present Day 

"Olivia, you're going to be training a new girl today."

As I walked into work, my manager, Jackie, said this to me.

"Thank you for letting me know," I said back to Jackie, and I started walking to the back to put my bag in a locker in the break room.

Yet another day working as a server at Magnolia, a Southern-style restaurant right here in Southeastern Pennsylvania. It opened 3 years ago and has been a success ever since. I've been here for about 8 months, and there is currently no end date in sight.

It's not exactly where I want to be, but I'm dealing with it the best that I can.

I waved 'hello' to a couple of my co-workers as I walked past them in the kitchen, getting to the break room.

When I got to the break room, my co-worker, Jasmine Simmons, who had become my best friend, was standing by a locker, spraying herself with some kind of vanilla perfume that had a hint of spice.

"Hey Jaz," I said, putting my purse in my locker, "Mind if I use some of that perfume?"

Jasmine smiled brightly at me, and then walked over and said, "Let me give you a spritz, Liv."