A Lesbian Love Story

19

Cailyn's POV

I made a mistake. I cheated on Josh once again, and I really loved it. It was the most wonderful sex I ever had. Jordan was beautiful and amazing. Her blood red hair complimented her fair skin. She had the most stunning baby blue eyes I had ever seen. I just wished she could see herself the way I saw her. I gently stroked her hair as she laid asleep on my stomach. She looked peaceful for the first time since I met her. Then I realized something. She had a girlfriend. I wasn't the only one that cheated. It was wrong. We shouldn't have done it. But did she regret it? I closed my eyes. She probably regretted it, but didn't want to stop me. I felt bad. But there was nothing I could do now. Except for going to sleep.

Jordan was not laying on me when I woke up. She wasn't in the room anymore. I sat up quickly.

"Jordan?" I called out. The bathroom door swung open. Jordan stepped out smiling. She wore an oversized gray hoodie and black panties. Her hair was wet and messy. She leaned against the door frame.

"Yeah?" She asked.

"I didn't know if you left." I said.

"I just showered." She said.

"Alright." I said.

"Do you wanna, you know, have some more fun?" She bit her lip. Was she for real? I looked at her.

"No." I said.

"Why not? Did I do something?" She frowned.

"You just...I...we can't Jordan. You have a girlfriend, I have a boyfriend." I stated.

"Right. But they won't know." She said. I knew I wanted Jordan more than I wanted Josh, but I also knew Jordan wanted Amber more. She was just stressed from her current situation and I was there to take her mind off of it. I seduced her while she was vulnerable, which was wrong of me.

"We can't!" I snapped. She walked over to the bed. She laid down beside me and leaned against my arm.

"I think Amber's cheating on me." She sighed.

"I'm sorry." That's all I could say.

"Me too." I didn't want to ask where she got her assumptions from, I knew how hard it was to talk about cheating. A piece of her hair fell into her face when she looked down. I tucked it behind her ear. I then grabbed my phone and texted Josh.

Me:
i'm sorry. i can't do this anymore. i know ur cheating on me, i'm cheating on u too. it isn't meant to be.

I immediately blocked his number after I texted him. It felt good to get away from him.

"Are you gonna stay with her?" I asked. I did hope she would say no.

"If I find out I'm right, no." She explained.

"How can you find out? You can't have a friend ask, she'll lie." I said.

"I dunno. But for now." She leaned over and kissed my on my neck. I noticed the hickies I left on her neck. Whoops. I sat up and pulled her into my lap. I grabbed her hair brush off of the nightstand and began to brush out her hair.

"So fucking long." I said.

"It's not that much longer than yours." She winced as I brushed out a knot.

"Sorry." I said. "When's the last time you got it cut?"

"Dunno. Maybe a year and a half?" She said.

"Damn." I said.

"Yeah. I just haven't gotten around to it. Oh well." She said.

"Jordan." I said.

"Yes Cailyn?" She looked back at me.

"What do you want for breakfast?" I asked. She turned away.

"I'm—"

"Let me guess, you're not hungry." I sighed.

"I'm not." She said.

"Yeah sure. You're hungry but don't want to eat. You can't fucking lie to me, I was in the same position as you and saying and doing the same thing for five years. You're hungry and you're gonna fucking eat so you don't die." I snapped. Maybe that was too much. Jordan sighed.

"I'm going to the store." She stood up.

"I'm going with you." I jumped up. She went to the dresser, opened a drawer, and looked through it. She pulled out a few articles of clothing and pulled off her hoodie. She had a bra on underneath. Her ribs were showing, but it didn't seem to bother her. I walked over to the dresser, opened my drawer, and looked for a shirt and shorts. I pulled on an orange knit crop top and light ripped jean shorts. I brushed my hair, applied deodorant, and sprayed perfume on myself. I slid on my white adidas. I wasn't going to bother with makeup today. Jordan wore black ripped jeans, a black Black Veil Brides tank top, and a dark green and black flannel. She slid on her black high top converse. She looked like a stereotypical lesbian with her flannel, dyed hair, and all black converse, but she looked great.

"You ready?" I asked.

"Yep." Jordan replied. I grabbed my phone, keys and wallet. We walked out the door and I closed it behind us and locked it. We got in my car and I looked over at her.

"Were you planning on skipping breakfast or were you going to say you needed to go to the store?" I asked. Maybe I was jumping to conclusions.

"I was gonna skip." Jordan said. I wasn't jumping to conclusions, but at least I got her to change her mind.

"Alright." I said. I started the car and began driving out of the parking lot. I kept glancing at Jordan and all I could think about was the amazing sex we had.

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