Warning: Lesbian sex ahead.
Don't like it... I'd wait for the next story.
Thanksgiving was the ultimate family day. Everyone was together while we prepared food with room for no regrets the next day. When it came to family, I had the best. Mornings I would get up early with my mom and start chopping veggies to go with the dip we made the night before. It was a shit holiday when you had secrets though; the kind that made you aware that your family didn't have the best daughter and sister.
I still got up that morning to cut veggies and I carefully arranged them on a platter; it was beautiful too. My siblings came in to steal food and retire to the tv for football with my dad. The house was filled with laughter and joy; I was filled with emptiness. I went through the motions with them before lying and escaping the joy filled prison my home was to me.
I wondered through the streets attempting not to ruin my makeup until I came to the place I didn't know I was actually headed too; the place I met her. The building I came across the woman whose life I ruined. She always was too good for me; even stood by my side through rehab and cried at my hospital bedside. Ava moved away while I was in rehab; because of me.
With fake ID in hand I put one boot on the step and pushed the door open to join the other lonely or troubled souls drinking their holiday and pain away. Football was playing but I ignored it as I sat and ordered a shot of tequila and a beer; no lime, salt or chilled glass needed. It burned more than it used to, since I was fucking my sobriety tonight.
One shot and three beers later I was feeling it; the alcoholic in me was disappointed.
"Another shot! And I'll do a Stella Cider this time." Cider was festive, right? A glass smacked down beside me and I was more drunk than I thought. She left, a choice that was for the best for the both of us.
"I thought you quit." Ava's skirt slid up her thighs; I loved those thighs.
"I thought you did too." She shrugged and took a sip. Ava drank a little heavy but it wasn't a particular problem. She quit for me.
"I'm twenty-three. I thought you were better than this." Also known as of age to drink, unlike me.
"I thought you moved." Ava's deep red lips were tasty as ever. Her dress wasn't slutty, but it was sexy. She brushed her fingers against her chest and popped a button. Her tongue ran up her pointer finger before running along her chest; a sprinkle of salt followed.
"I thought you weren't attracted to me." Those were words I never once said.
"And why would you think that Ava, sure didn't wait long before you started fucking some guy." Her jaw tensed and she leaned forward in her seat, giving me a good look at her red lace bra. She pushed the shot towards me and picked up the lime.
"Well no girl was going to be you; I had to improvise. I know you hate lime, but you did always enjoy licking things off me." Slowly, I ran my tongue over the salt, tipped my shot back and whiskey met tequila when I pulled the lime from between her teeth and replaced it with my tongue.
She whimpered as I kissed her like I used to. That was my Ava; sweet yet seductive. Her fingers tangled in my hair and she ran her hand up my thigh. I was dying to feel her legs around my waste and her chest pressed against mine.
"Lace." She groaned as she pulled away from me, I tried to follow.
"Ava."
"What are you doing here?" Ava's eyes peered into mine and I looked down at my beer, taking my time to drink it and get the tortures memories of her moans out of my ears. No luck.
