Mistaken Love

Chapter Thirty-eight.

April 6th.

   The curtains fell gently, as the cast of Mulan and I bowed to the standing audience, who cheer in front of us, before we disappeared behind the navy blue fabric. As soon as our appearances were unseen, we all jumped up, as we let out a victory cry of joy.

From months of rehearsing, and staying late after school each day, the Spring play approached, as the four days we performed ended too quickly. I have to say, it saddens me to see our group conclude. However, I am a bit relief that I don't have to rehearse for anything any longer.

Our directors spoke to us on stage, as we all agreed to have a cast party tomorrow after school, instead of tonight since we were all very exhausted. Once we were set free, we quickly changed out of our costumes and back into our clothes, before leaving the building for the rest of the night. I stood outside, patiently, waiting for Rachel to arrive. It wasn't long before she approached, as she pulled me into a tight hug.

"We did it!" Rachel cheered, as she peaked my lips gently. "I can't believe it's already over!"

I nodded in agreement, as our hug was released. "Right?" I responded, as we began to walk down the street towards her house.

Once we approached her home, we walked inside, as we were instantly consumed in silence. Her parents were in California for a few days, as they attended a wine tasting convention, and Zachary has been out, staying at his friends house, which leaves the house to Rachel and I.

Rachel shut the door behind us, as we trotted up the stairs to her bedroom. Upon entering, I placed my bag on the floor, as I plopped on top of her soft, mattress. Rachel quickly joined me, as she laid next to me. Neither of us said a word, as we enjoyed each others company, while sinking deeper, and deeper into her sheets.

I inhaled into her pillow, taking in the sweet scent of coconut shampoo, before rolling onto my side to face my beautiful girlfriend. Her eyes sparkled, as they locked onto mine. We stared into each others gaze for awhile, before she broke out into small giggles.

"You look exhausted." Rachel remarked, as she placed a soft hand upon my left cheek.

My eyes slowly closed beneath her touch, as I nodded ever so slowly. "Very." I grumbled. "Months of rehearsing, and four days of performing is very exhausting to someone who isn't used to it." I explained, as I opened my eyes.

Rachel nodded in agreement. "I bet. However, it didn't seem like your very first time performing." She told. "You looked experienced out there, like you knew what you were doing. Almost like a movie star!" Rachel explained.

I simply shrugged. "After so many mess ups, I just got the hang of it, I guess." I concluded.

Once again, silence rose upon us. The soft tick tock sound of her wall clock echoed quietly around the room, as we continued to stared into each others orbs. Her contagious smile hit me, as my lips formed upwards.

Seconds passed, as we went from staring into each others eyes, to them closed and our lips gently locked upon each others. Our legs were wrapped around one another, along with our arms snaked around each other, as well. The soft, passionate kiss, turned into a heated one, as Rachel hovered above me. With one swift move, my arms were pinned above my head, as her lips were quickly placed upon my neck. Soft moans bubbled inside my throat, as I refused to let them out. Rachel knew well, as she nibbled on my sweet spot, forcing them to suddenly escape.

Rachel's hands left my arms, as she began to slowly slide them down towards my jeans. My heart pounded loud against my rib cage, with fear and pleasure, as she wrapped her fingers around the loops of my jeans.

I suddenly threw my hands forward, as my fingers wrapped around Rachel's wrist, before throwing her towards the side. Her eyes grew wide, as I, now, hovered over her small figure. I placed my forehead upon Rachel's, as the both of us stared deeply into each others eyes with lust.

Keep your cool, Sam. Don't get carried away now!

Rachel bit her lip, as she sent me a flirtatious wink my way, signaling that she wanted this moment to continue.

No! Shut up, self conscious! This is what I want. Or so I think.

Without hesitation, I crashed my lips upon hers, as I used my left hand to explore her body. I gently inched my hand up her mint green t-shirt, as I began to play with the bottom of her bra. Her sweet, soft moans erupted throughout my mouth, causing me to moan in response.

This isn't a good idea, Sam! Think how Rachel would react if she finds out she's going crazy with a FEMALE.

You know what? I don't care. I'm enjoying this feeling, rather it's my hormones going crazy or what. I want this to continue for the time being. If she finds out, whatever. I don't care anymore.

YOU HERE THAT! I DON'T CARE ANYMORE!

I suddenly placed my hand upon her breast, as I began to gently massage it, without a care in the world. Her moans grew louder, as she pulled away from the kiss. Our foreheads reconnected, as she stared up at me, very intensively, wanting me to continue the motion of my hand.

Then tell her, Samantha. If you don't care, then tell her the truth!

And this is where everything around me collapses. My subconscious is right... I need to get a hold of myself.

A gasped escaped from my lips, as I quickly pulled my hand out from under her shirt. "Wait!?" I nearly shouted, as I pulled my forehead away from hers. "What am I doing?!" I asked to no one in particular, as I shook my head.

"I was just about to ask you the same thing, Sam." A deep voice echoed throughout the room.

Rachel and I pushed each other away, as we eyed the bedroom door with eyes of the size of boulders. Leaning up against the door frame, with their arms crossed, stood the one I feared the most; Her father.

"D-Dad!" Rachel choked. "What are you doing here?! I thought you weren't going to be home for the next couple of days?" She remarked, as fear coated her voice.

"Yeah," Rachel's father nodded at her words. "We decided to come home early. The wine was terrible and made your mom and I sick." He explained. "I felt better before I got home, but now," He spoke, as his eyes traveled to meet mine. "I'm starting to feel sick again, and this time, it isn't the wine."

Rachel and I were frozen, as our eyes stayed planted upon her father's. My legs began to tremble, as I placed a shaky hand upon the headboard of the bed. I gulped, as the room temperature began to increased.

"Mr. Nickels, let me explain-" I began to talk, but was cut off, as he threw his hand up.

"I don't want to hear it." He spoke, as he pointed a finger towards my direction. "You and I will have our own conversation another time, but for now," He paused, as he dropped his hand. "I suggest you leave, and please don't come back until we have our discussion. Do I make myself clear?" He spoke calmly, yet, angrily.

Rachel shot me a look of disbelief and worrisome. I simply pushed it aside, as I nodded slowly. "Yes, sir." I spoke softly.

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Updated: January 1st, 2017 -- 6:38 AM.

Heeeeeey! I'm alive!

I apologize for not updating. I've been feeling horrible lately, due to the flu and some other reasons that don't need to be put on here. However, I am better and ready to update once again!

This chapter hasn't been edited, but I wanted to post this. I know you all have been waiting and I apologize! Don't worry though, I am back and ready to update once again!

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Anyways, I hope you enjoy this update and I'll see you all in the next update!

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-Taylor Lynne.