Girls like Girls

Chapter 1: How it all started

"ALEX!!! Wake the fuck up!" Shouted Sylvie.
I groan, roll over, sigh, take a deep breath and stretch feeling all my muscles lengthen, I look out the window at the sky, dark, dismal. Nothing new. Birds chirping, Sylvie shouting. However, something, something felt different. I couldn't quite put my finger on what it was, I had a feeling about today and I knew it wasn't going to be good.

"ALEX!!!" she yells again, stomping up the stairs, and opening the bedroom door with an almighty force causing it to slam against wall.
I push myself up the super kingsize four poster bed, so that I'm sitting and feel around the table for my glasses.
"What can I do for you... Princess?" I say sarcastically. I let a confident smile play about my lips. Our relationship had not been going well these past few days, who am I kidding weeks.....months... Since I had an affair.....
"Are you fucking kidding me?!" Shouts Sylvie, launching a book directly at my head, it hits me.
Sylvie stormed off downstairs. "WHAT THE FUCK SYLVIE???" I shout, I grab my black silk dressing gown and wrap it around my body. "I've fucking had it with her now" I mutter, charging down the stairs as I follow Sylvie into the kitchen. Don't you fucking start throwing shit at me what the hell is your problem??!!". "You! You're my fucking problem" shouts Sylvie.
"How could you?"
"Again!"
She says with a lump in her throat.
I pause. Shit. I should have seen this coming.
I look over at the door, suitcases, packed.
"YOU CAN BE AS MUCH OF A WHORE AS YOU WANT NOW ALEX" screams Sylvie.
She slams her door key onto the kitchen counter, grabs her suitcases and leaves, shutting the door so hard that it sends vibrations through the entire house causing the floor to shake slightly.

I will admit, my track record is shit. It's not that I don't care about people, maybe it's that I don't care about myself. I never loved Sylvie. I just needed someone. I couldn't be alone. I couldn't bear to be alone. After losing my mum, the closest person to me, I had to be around people, I always had to be around people. To have someone to hold, to touch, to call my girlfriend. But as you can see I'm not good with relationships, commitment and all that kinda stuff.
Let me explain.

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(Flashback)
"You like that?" I ask provocatively, biting my lip and raising my eyebrows as I look down at the beautiful woman who lies beneath me, totally overwhelmed with arousal
"Y-yes" she moans, breathily
I kiss around her nipple, down her stomach, down her inner thighs making little suckle noises, my fingers still inside her. I continue working my way down, to her clit. I suck on her lips, teasing her, she lets out a moan of agreement as I go down on her.
As the minutes passed, I stop and look at her confidently as she breathes heavily, she's looking me in the eyes, she had beautiful blue eyes. Long blonde hair. A cheeky smile. I felt my heart melt a little inside, and the warmth that filled my upper body. It was at that moment that I knew that she was nothing like any girl id ever slept with. There was something special about her. I did not feel one bit of regret for cheating on Sylvie. Everything felt so right.

She leans in kissing me gently on the lips and nibbling at my ear, she leans over to me and whispers breathily "I want to taste what you taste like". I look her in the eyes. "Piper Chapman" I say in a jokingly disapproving voice shaking my head and grinning.
"Alex Vause" she replies raising her eyebrows and eyeing up my lips.