Gabby
I could feel the heat rising in my chest as I slowed my pace to the door. No I wasn't mad at Syd. Not even a little bit. Not even at all. She was just being honest. Which was a trait I could learn to love. Because being lied to was sometimes devastating to say the least.
All this anger and animosity running through my veins had birthed from one place. My bedroom this morning. Where I found Greg in bed with another woman. One who I had onced called a friend.
And I wasn't sure if I was ready to face him. Ready to face reality. And my truth was that just maybe him and I weren't meant to be. And that was going to be a tough pill to swallow. But this was one I'd have to dry swallow.
The sound of her tires slowly peeling away from the curb broke me from my trance and I slowly turned to watch her truck pull off and down the street. Everything in me at that moment wanted to wave her down. And ask to go with her. Anywhere. Anywhere but here is where I wanted to be.
But I knew I had to be a big girl and face my problems head on. So I took a deep breath placed my key into the lock and my left hand on the knob slowly unlocking it and pushing the door open.
It was dark and quiet. And a wave of relief washed over me. I placed my bag on the couch before pulling off my sweater and venturing further into our apartment. And thankfully there was no sign of him. He wasn't home.
It crossed my mind that maybe he was somewhere with some bitch doing something he wasn't supposed to but I quickly shook those thoughts away. Because I honestly didn't give a fuck. I wasn't even sure if I was in love with Greg anymore. Or even if I ever had been.
We came from to different worlds. Light years away from each other. He was a handsome, rich, and privelleged athlete. Following in the footsteps off his famous father. Destined for greatness. I on the other hand came from a modest home in a simpler part of town. There was no red carpet laid out for me. Just a lot of obstacles and hard work.
We just so happened to meet over the summer. While I was tutoring for college prep. I'll never forget that day. I was clueless to who he was. But everyone else seemed to know of him. He came in and I will admit the man is gorgeous. He's that kind of attractive that makes you uncomfortable and that was exactly how he made me feel during or first session. Uncomfortable.
He was a charmer. Naturally. Sitting next to me as apposed to across. Leaning in to listen every time I spoke and staring into my eyes a moment longer than needed. He was laying it on thick. The flirting was evident. Even though I was resistant to it at first. After a while it felt kinda good.
He ended up calling me that night. And we stayed on the phone for hours. The conversation was refreshing and he seemed to be a completely different person then I had him pegged as. I eventually agreed to a date and a before I knew it I was caught in his web. One of deceit I soon came to find out.
But not soon enough. Only after months of dating, giving him my virginity ,meeting each others families and an engagement did I find out who he really was. He was a fucking liar. A low down dirty cheating lying dog. Who I wanted nothing more then to leave at most times. But I was in to deep.
His family had fallen in love with me. His mother simply adored me. I secretly knew she was the one who had offered to pay my tuition as an engagement gift. Not his father. He had only agreed to it for the sake of peace. Yet it was the best thing that had ever happened to me.
My parents couldn't afford to send me off to college. And even with the scholarships I couldn't afford to pay what wasn't covered. He was a my golden ticket. And he was dangling it right in front of my face.
He lead me to believe that he was a good guy looking for a good girl. You know the story. But he was a predator and I was prey.
I entered the bathroom and began to fill the tub with water. I slid out of my clothes and stood bare in front of the mirror. Unsatisfied with myself. Not my appearance. But with who I had become.
I remember seeing the way my father had treated my mother coming up. I remember promising myself I would never let a man do me the same way. Yet here I was. I was my mothers daughter. A single tear fell from my cheek and I quickly wiped it away.
I turned my face to the side and tugged at one of the braids Syd had braided into my hair. It reminded me of the way my late grandmother used to do it. I missed her so much. She was one of the strongest women I had ever had the pleasure of meeting. And I missed her dearly. At that moment I decided to leave my hair as it was.
I sat on the edge of the tub before slowly placing my feet in one at a time. The water was warm and soothing. I quickly slid in allowing myself to go all the way under for a moment.
I resurfaced shortly. Quickly pushing the water away from my face and hair. Placing the back of my head against the tub. Drifting off into thoughts of tonight. Thoughts of Syd. Thoughts of how good she smelled and how comforting her embrace was. Remembering the heat from her breath dancing across my shoulder blade as she played in my hair.
Wondering why she cared enough for me to follow me out of the lounge to see if I was OK. Wondering why I trusted her enough to allow her to take me away from my reality and into hers. Wondering why I couldn't stop thinking about her and the way she had made me feel even if only for a moment.
I closed my eyes and allowed my hands to travel down my abdomen and against my pleasure. I thought of her smile and how it revealed small dimples you'd never knew where there. The way she stared at me intently one moment and how her eyes darted around when she was unsure.
The sound of her heart beating against her chest as I nuzzled my head into it. The way she listened to me without interruption. Then spoke softly yet meaningfully. The way she licked her lips before eyeing my body seductively. And before I knew it I was pleasuring myself to thoughts of her.
I parted my lips as small moans and short gasp escaped them. I could feel my waters rise as my pleasure peaked. I couldn't explain what i was feeling. All I knew was that it felt good. I wasn't a lesbian. And I had never been with a girl. But I wanted her. And there was no denying it.
I quickened my pace. And my body began to seize. I wished she was here. I wish it was her hand instead of my own. Or better yet her tongue. And as quickly as the thought entered I could feel her fingers massaging me. It felt so real. I couldn't take it anymore and finally exploded. Finding it hard to catch my breath.
"Nice!" Said the sound of Greg's voice startling me. Shit when did he get home.
