I'm not sure if she was trying to kill me or scare me but I knew her crazy ass was serious. I just couldn't get the image out of my head that she thought I was fucking niggas like as bad as I craved to taste her how could she believe that? I mean, yeah, I loved when she made the dick touch my insides and I'm only talking plasdick, but she really assumed that I was getting dick and balls deep. She started reaching for her pockets and I was scared shitless, it was dark so what the hell could she be reaching for? The only thing I wanted right now was some good makeup sex because my face was fucked up. As she puts her hands on the trigger, I really saw my life flash before my eyes and I just knew it was over until I heard her say, "Bitch, the gun isn't even loaded, and the safety is on, so get your dick diking ass up." It really hurt me that she would even talk to me this way, but it's been going on for six years, so I should be used to it right? I had been witnessing abuse all my life from my father to my stepfather abusing my mother to my cousin molesting me but no one in the family knew that part. I had to stay focused and the only thing to keep me laughing instead of crying was that I would see Jennifer first thing in the morning at work. Even though I had to break the news to her about me having a girlfriend but at least I was being honest, finally right? Apart of me wants to let everything go with Chris and just be with Jennifer since she truly made me happy but it's always easier when you're dealing with familiar devils. If I left Chris for Jennifer, she would kill us both and I just couldn't risk anyone hurting my baby. My mind began racing as I laid in bed thinking of everything, Christina's phone rang, it was her high school ex-boyfriend Bullet. I didn't want to tell her that her phone was ringing because it would only cause another argument. If you haven't noticed, we are over everything and at times it becomes really draining, I'm thinking to myself maybe I should answer her phone but the last time I did that she beat my ass. The calls stopped but eventually a text message came through and the contact read "Pizza Hut" if only I knew her password, so that I could read the full message. All I could read was, "Has your girl...." and I'm thinking to myself what I did might not be so bad after all since she might be cheating but I really didn't know. I wanted to question her about the Pizza Hut shit but apart of me no longer cares because Jennifer had my attention no doubt. I planned on going to work tomorrow to get a quickie in with Jennifer, oh man how I missed her kisses and her touching me. I went to go check on Chris because she was in the bathroom for about thirty minutes too long, as I knocked on the door, I heard what I thought might have been throwing up but to my surprise it was more than that.
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I Can't Touch You (GirlxGirl)
Historia CortaThis book is a Lesbian Erotic story about a lesbian couple (stud and fem) who have been dating for six years, well the stud never allows the fem to touch her and eventually the fem is determined to find out why and ends up finding out some disturbin...