My Secret Girlfriend

Chapter Two: Yearning

"We need to talk." I read on the screen of my IPhone. My stomach did summer saults as I imagined what she would possibly have to talk to me about after what happened... "I don't want to talk to you Libby. Not now. Not ever." I replied furiously pounding at the screen of my phone. I couldn't help but anxiously wait, staring at my screen as I saw she was responding, "Please Piper. Meet me at our spot. 8 o'clock." I sigh as I glanced at the time on my clock, 7:30 it read. Reluctantly, I pulled off my old crew neck over my head and put on a Marc Jacobs chiffon top to go with an old pair of skinny jeans. After everything she put me through, somehow I still find myself wanting to impress her. I grabbed my keys, and ran down the stairs, "I'll be back in an hour!" I called over my shoulder on my way out the front door.

The ten minute car ride felt like hours, as I pondered what she could possibly have to say. After all, Libby completely screwed me over. I couldn't trust her again. Pulling my car up into the abandoned gravel road, I gazed up at the view in front of me. Although Libby and I spent hours up here, the view never ceased to amaze me. The spot, our spot was the perfect ledge over the city of Los Angeles. The city lights shunned like tiny stars, and the crowds of people seemed thousands of miles away from us: it was our own little world.

"You came?" I heard a voice asked from behind me. I turned to look at the direction of the voice. When I saw her: Libby. Her sleek brown hair was down covering her shoulders and her tanned legs were visible under the short pair of athletic shorts she was wearing, along with her T-shirt representing our high school netball team.

"You look comfortable." I commented, not allowing her to realize how happy I found myself since I saw her. She shrugged and ran her hand through her hair, "I came here straight from practice. I couldn't stand not being able to see you." I snickered at her remark and shook my head, "yeah, I bet Libby." She looked taken aback, and I could tell that my comment hurt her, "listen, Piper, I--" But I cut her off, "you what Libby?' You're sorry for completely breaking my heart? For leaving me when I needed you most? Hmm? Which one?" I saw her look down as her eyes filled with sadness, "Piper, I was scared." I could tell she was holding back tears, and I couldn't stand to see her cry. "Libby.." I said, walking towards her. She looked up at me, her mascara smudging on the sides of her eyes, "Piper I do care about you." She mumbled. By now I was almost face to face with her. I could smell her Victoria Secret body spray on her skin, taste her cherry lip balm. "Then prove it." I whispered to her, staring at her mouth. I felt her eyes meet mine for a split second. I knew she wanted me as much as I wanted her. Then her gaze fell to my lips; I could sense her yearning. It had been so long since we kissed. I took a step closer to her, our noses practically touching, "I dare you." I murmured.

As soon as I said that she grabbed the back of my neck, her mouth crashing into mine. I grabbed on to her waist, pulling her hips towards me. Her tongue danced along the outside of my teeth, teasing me. Our mouths opened slightly together as our tongues explored the others mouth. Her hands became tangled in my hair as her shirt fell to the ground. Then her shorts. Then mine. I could feel her bare skin under my hands, warm and inviting. Soft moans escaped her lips as my fingers traced her body; we knew what the other desired.

Ten minutes later I looked over at her, lying next to me on the soft grass, "so what does this mean?" I asked her. She yawned and moved closer to me, resting her head on my bare chest. "Why does it have to mean something?" She asked me, "it's not like either of us can do something about it." And she was right. I had a reputation to uphold along with an all-star boyfriend. I couldn't risk it. "So, I'll see you tomorrow then?" I heard her say, as I realized she was already getting redressed. "Uh, yeah, sure." I stuttered, watching her pull her shift over her head. She unlocked her car, and moved into the drivers seat, starting the engine. "And Piper," she called out the window, "don't tell anyone." She said, our eyes meeting. I nodded in agreement as she pulled away, leaving me yet again, alone. I sighed and fell back into the grass, staring at the night sky. What did I get myself into?