Loving The Rock star (Lesbian Story)

Tension

 

I spent about an hour telling my story to the policemen. The pair were very nice and allowed me to tell them the whole story. They even said they’d personally try to find the sick pervs. I think it had something to do with both of them having sisters. The only person who isn’t being cooperative is Taylor, go figure. She has been laying outside chain smoking and tanning. When the police wanted to ask her questions, she refused to comply. So stubborn.

 

 With a sigh, I decide to face the dragon and tell her what the cops said. What I find though, may be the most adorable sight ever. Taylor has her face half buried in the lounge chair letting soft snores escape her lips. Her blonde waves are toppled into a chaotic bun that I rarely ever see. The funniest thing just may be the still lit cigarette between her fingers that is flung over the side. The bright sun beats down on her fair body. I can see the rose colored sun burn already forming.

 

 I take it upon myself to not wake her up because I know she never gets a chance to nap and apply some sunscreen that she clearly never did. I straddle her back thighs and try to not to stir her. She only lets out a louder snore which causes me to laugh. Using the spf 30, my hands go to work rubbing the white goo into her back and shoulders. Taylor must be enjoying the massage because she lets out a few soft moans.

 

 Finally, she wakes up and goes to turn over but realizes I’m sitting on her. She repositions so that I’m now sitting on her front. “Hello sleep head,” I smile brightly.

 

 “Sup,” she says popping the p. Oh great, her nap didn’t bring along a better attitude. Honestly, I don’t see why she’s being like this. It’s not that big of a deal. Even so, the things she said to me before should cause me to be the annoyed one. Like wanting her fame, yeah as if. I know she was just mad though so I’m going to be the adult and forget she said it.

 

 She yawns and reaches for her phone to check the time. I wait for her to get off but she doesn’t. With my own phone I stalk her twitter to see her start a q and a with fans. Is she really doing this right now? I thought we agreed on no phones. I compose a tweet that says, “@Taylormomsen If you don’t get off your phone, I’m going to make you regret it…” Immediately, Taylor’s fans replied with some funny and creepy remarks. I’ll admit being with Taylor has made me more popular on the social sites. I have almost 20,000 followers on twitter and my Instagram is full of people waiting for me to post pictures of her. I don’t mind it though; we all share something in common. We all love Taylor. My love is just a bit more two-sided.

 

 I guess Taylor saw the tweet because she responds with, “@Lily_lane wow you’re so scary #not.” I see a little smirk play at her lips. “You literally have an almost naked girl sitting on you, get off your fucking phone,” I yell.

 

 Taylor’s smirk only grows deeper. “Nope, I’m good,” she laughs. I don’t know why she’s laughing, I told her she’d regret it.

 

 The next night we find ourselves out at a fancy island restaurant that I picked. Across from me, Taylor sits in a new Versace suit that looks exquisite on her. The jacket is closed allowing her to not wear anything underneath. Taylor makes it look tasteful rather than trashy. I on the other-hand opted for a light pink cocktail dress that a boutique as displaying in the center of the village. As soon as I layed eyes on it, I knew I had to wear it tonight.

 

 Taylor takes my hand that sits on the white tablecloth. “You look amazing Lily,” Taylor gushes. I try to hide the small blush that creeps its way on my cheeks. With her eyes boring into mine, the waiter returns with our dinner. I chose the filet mignon which melted in my mouth with each bite. Taylor went with some fish that I never heard of. The meal was way better than Taylor’s usual frozen waffles.

 

 When the check came, a fight broke out. “I’m paying,” Taylor growls. She always pays; it’s starting to get annoying.

 

 “No you’re not! You paid for the trip, I’m buying dinner,” I say matter-of-factly. That’s the problem with two girls dating, who pays for dinner? The scene would be almost comical if it weren’t happening to me.

 

 The stuffy diners around us start to listen in on our fight. “Lily it’s your birthday, stop being an ass.”

 

 “I wouldn’t have to be an ass if you would just shut up and let me pay,” I yell back. The waiter nervously looks at both of us. He must feel awkward. Letting Taylor have her way for the sake of everyone else, I throw the bill at her. Annoyed I look away, “Just pay for the fucking check.”

 

 Taylor offers an apology to the man then hands him the stupid bill. Well that ruined the night.

 

 Back home, I immediately get out of the constricting dress. The sexy lingerie I wore under that was for Taylor seems to be pointless now. I’m in no mood to please her. Of course, the devil herself walks into the bathroom. In the reflection of the mirror, I see the look she pulls that usually drives me insane. She does this thing with her lips where the top one puffs out way more creating a giant pout. Then her eyes become intense like she’s really looking at something so I know I have her attention. It’s like I’m being examined under a microscope.

 

 Only, instead of reciprocating because I know what that look means, I take my gaze away and finish brushing my teeth. Taylor shakes her head and continues walking towards the shower. I hear it turn on but make no move to look. That would be a mistake.

 

There is too much tension in the room. It seems Taylor and I have fought more times than we should on this trip. I'm starting to think this is all a mistake. 

 

 (Taylor’s POV)

 

My half asleep mind makes my arm reach out to grab for Lily but I only feel empty cold sheets. Waking myself up, I realize she isn’t in bed. The stupid fight we had yesterday must have really made her mad. Guilt washes over me. If she was mad enough to go sleep on the couch, she must be very mad. I anxiously look at the clock and see it’s 3 in the morning. Technically, it’s also Lily’s birthday.

 

 With a yawn, I crawl out of bed for my feet to take me to the living room. Lily’s sleeping body moves up and down slowly with each breath she takes. I lean down next to her and kiss her smooth forehead. My princess. Not caring at all how she’ll react, I squeeze in next to her. She stirs slightly. I wrap my arms around her waist and sigh into her ear, “Happy birthday Lily.” 

 

I know this is super quick but I just wanted to quickly post this.