Figuring it out

Chapter 1

I grabbed her and pulled her close. She fell on top of me and it felt like bliss. I breathed her in. She smelt amazing. She brushed my hair out of my face and kissed me. It was gentle as always. I've lost count how many times we have done this, but it feels just as good and exciting as the first. We quickly climbed under the covers and she had removed my t-shirt and hers was gone just after. Our kisses only breaking for a moment. I reach out and touch her chest. The butterflies never seem to go away when I touch her. I love it. Her boobs fit perfectly in my hands. I gently squeeze them and she moans in my mouth. I could never get enough of this.

"Cleo what time did you need that lift?" my mothers voice makes us both freeze. She is standing here in my room staring at us. She also seems frozen.

"Cleo? Sophie?" she looks between us stunned.

"I thought you were still out"

"Clearly!" she spits out with disgust.

No, no, no. This can't be happening. It has to be a dream. No a nightmare. We are always so careful. How could she have caught us? Sophie is still lying on top of me frozen and I need her to get off of me. I can't bare my mother to look at us any longer with the horrified look on her face.

"Get out!" my mothers anger spills out and I can tell any second she is going to become hysterical. Sophie leaps of me and the bed grabbing her t-shirt and shoving it on.

"Mrs Watson I am so sorry" my mother doesn't even look at Sophie as she speaks to her, she just holds her hand for her to stop talking. Sophie knows better than to argue so she leaves without looking back.

I pull the covers up to my chin so my mother can't see my half naked body.

"And you" she points her finger at me, but her hand is shaking uncontrollably.

"What?"

"Get out!"

"Mom you can't be serious"

"Don't call me that"

"Please"

"I can't even look at you. Wait till your father hears about this"

"Please don't tell him" tears prick my eyes. I do everything to fight them off, because I know if I cry it will just annoy her more.

"You think I am going to keep your dirty little secret for you. How could you? Under our roof. How long?"

I reach down and grab my t-shirt off the floor. I can't listen to her anymore and I don't want to answer her questions. She will make me feel as if it was wrong and disgusting what we were doing, but it wasn't. We love each other. How can that be wrong?

I walk out the house before she throws me out herself. I know it is a shock to her, but I'm sure she will get over it in time. Me and Sophie have been best friends for seven years, since middle school. She is practically part of the family. But our feelings only changed for each other six months ago. We both knew we couldn't tell anyone. People wouldn't understand, especially my parents. They have always been very open about their beliefs. Me being with any girl was probably the worst thing I could do to them, but it wasn't about them. It was about me and Sophie and our feelings for each other. Maybe in time if she saw how happy she made me she could accept it. She could educate herself and understand it isn't a choice.