by Amy DeMeritt
“Why not? Why couldn’t you tell her you love her?” I shake my head and lay down on her chest. “You’re so soft. I’m going to take a nap now.” She lifts my head and looks in my eyes. “Tell me, Kayla. What happened?”
“The one before.” I try to lay down again, but she holds my face up. “Someone before Sam?” Her eyes quickly look behind me and I try to turn again, but she holds my face firmly. “What do you keep looking at?” She shakes her head. “Tell me what happened.”
“No.” She gently kisses my lips and runs her fingers through my hair. “Please?”
“I’m thirsty.”
Shannon looks behind me, and a moment later, a glass with a dark liquid is being placed in her hand. I look at it confused and try to turn my head, but she grabs my face and holds the glass out to me.
“Here, sweetie.” I take the glass and scrunch my nose at the smell. “Why did you give me firewater? I don’t like this stuff. It makes me talk too fucking much.” Shannon smiles and bites back a small laugh. “Is this all you have?” She smiles and nods, so I gulp back the nasty drink. My head instantly feels fuzzier as I look down at her.
“Damn firewater. She got me like this. She tricked me.” Shannon frowns and caresses my face. “What do you mean?”
“She started it. God, she fucking came onto me and then did that. Like, how can you be such a bitch? What the fuck did I ever do to her?” I lay down on her chest and Shannon runs her fingers through my hair. “I should’ve known she was playing me.” I’m quiet for a few minutes, remembering it all, but Shannon gently lifts my chin to look at her. “What did she do?”
“We were talking for a few weeks and we hung out a lot. She asked me to spend the night every weekend. We kissed and I held her on my chest while we slept, but we didn’t do anything. The last time I stayed with her, she tried to make something happen, but I turned her down. I wasn’t ready. We were only fifteen. Like, Jesus, keep your fucking legs closed till you can drive, you know?” Shannon laughs a little and kisses my lips. “So, she invited some friends over and she spiked my drink. Wait, why am I telling you this? Fucking firewater.”
I lay my head back down and close my eyes.
“Stupid loose tongue. Firewater is no good. She did that to me. She got me drunk and I just couldn’t shut the hell up. She had me spilling all sorts of shit. The next day, I didn’t remember any of it. A friend showed me a video of me, thinking it was funny, but I was mortified. It was bad enough she got me to talk about my fears and insecurities, but then my feelings for someone else came out. She didn’t deserve to know about her. She’s perfection, like you babes. All my deepest secrets. Fucking bitch. God, how could she do that to me, just because I wasn’t ready for sex?”
“I’m so sorry, sweetie. Did you love her?”
“No. I liked her, but I didn’t love her.” She gently kisses my lips. “Is that why you have a hard time talking about things? Because you think we’re going to laugh like your friends did back then?”
“Maybe, probably. I never got over that. I never told anyone about that either. Damn firewater. Why did you give me that?” Shannon frowns and runs her fingers through my hair. “You needed it for stitches in your foot. I wasn’t trying to trick you into spilling your secrets, but I am glad you told me. None of us would ever make fun of you like that for how you feel. Do you believe me?”
“Yeah, I know, but it’s a hard habit to break. Sam started to break that shell, but I still have walls I haven’t been able to tear down. Sam’s amazing. You know, she almost broke me completely when she broke up with me. I let her so far into my heart. She knew so much about me. When that bitch did that to me in front of my friends, I cried myself to sleep for days. When Sam broke up with me, I couldn’t even cry one tear. I was too in shock or something. But then I fell in Maddi’s lap. That girl made me fall in love with her sitting on a wall watching the sunrise with her hand over mine and her singing to me. You know something funny?” She strokes my cheek and kisses my lips. “What’s that, sweetie?”
“Sam is funny. She used to be such a jealous person. If a girl looked at me a certain way or enjoyed dancing with me too much, she would flip out. It was cute. But now, she’s sharing me with two other girls and she’s fallen in love with you both. It’s just funny how things worked out. I wonder if she could love my other one.” I start to lay down on her chest, but she lifts my head and looks really confused. “Love your other one? What do you mean?”
“What?”
“You just said, you wonder if Sam could love your other one, as if you have another girl somewhere.” I laugh and kiss her lips. “You’re silly.” Shannon looks passed me and I try to turn to follow her eyes, but she holds my face firmly. “Who is the girl that you didn’t want the old girlfriend to know about? The perfect one.”
“You are perfect.” She takes a deep breath and rubs her hand over my cheek and through my hair. “You said, ‘she’s perfect’, in present tense, as if she still exists in your life.”
“Of course, she exists. That’s a silly question.”
“Are you with her?”
“I’m with you, baby.”
“Kayla, focus. Do you have another girlfriend somewhere?” I lay back and stare up at the ceiling. “I have three girlfriends. You, Maddi, and Sam.” I quickly roll over and look at her. “Hey, did you ever think about doing something like this before? Our family thing, I mean?” She smiles and shakes her head. “No, the idea terrified me, actually.” I smile and kiss her lips. “Why did you want to try it?” She nervously bites her bottom lip and looks around the room. “You wanted me that much, huh?” She laughs and looks back at me with a big happy smile. “You’re a brat.”
“You have amazing eyes. And I really like your lips.” Shannon smiles and laughs a little. “I like your eyes and lips too, sweetie.” I smile really big and lean closer to her face. “Oh yeah? You like my lips?” She laughs and nods. “They like you too.”
I bend down and kiss her, slipping my tongue along hers. I inhale deeply as heat and arousal floods my body. I palm over her breast and squeeze the tender globe, but she grabs my hand and pulls it off of her chest. I slide my hand down her stomach, and just as I’m sliding between her legs, she grabs my hand again, this time not letting it go as she holds it next to her. I try to roll over onto her, but she places a hand on my shoulder and holds me back. I grin against her mouth and grab her shoulders, pulling her over on top of me as I roll onto my back. She puts her hands on the bed on either side of my shoulders and lifts up, pulling out of the kiss.
“Kayla, you need to rest.”
I pout and look away, but then jump when I see Sara sitting next to me grinning.
“When the hell did you get here?” She laughs and shakes her head. “Damn, you are wasted. You’ll probably pass out soon.”
Chapter Twelve
I open my eyes and see that I’m lying on Shannon’s chest. As my eyes come into focus, I realize we’re lying on my parent’s bed. I lift my head and rub my eyes as I look around. Sam and Madison are laying on their stomachs next to us. Sam is reading a book and Madison is on her tablet. They look up at me and smile. Madison reaches out and gently touches the tip of my nose with a grin.
“Hey, sleepy head. How are you feeling?” I rub my eyes again and lay back down on Shannon, burying my face deep into her soft chest. “Like an idiot.”
Shannon wraps her arms around me and kisses my head. I feel Madison and Sam move behind me, and I have their hands on me a moment later, gently rubbing my back and arm.
“Why do you feel like an idiot?”
“Drunken ramblings.” Shannon lifts my face to look at her. “Sweetie, you didn’t say or do anything to feel like an idiot for. I’m sorry for how it came out, but we’re really glad you were finally able to tell us about why you have a hard time opening up. It’s important that we know so that we can help you heal from that and help you feel confident in telling us anything.”
“Did I try to have sex wit
h you on my parent’s bed?” She laughs and nods. “Your pouty face was adorable when I told you that you needed rest. After you realized we weren’t alone, you laid down and fell asleep pretty quickly.”
“That’s gross.” I lay back down on her chest and she laughs a little. “Having sex with me is gross?” I sit up fast and shake my head. “What? No! I love having sex with you. You’re so beautiful and soft and you smell and taste amazing.” Shannon smiles really big and her cheeks blush a little. “I was only teasing, sweetie. I knew you meant the idea of having sex in your parent’s bed is gross.”
I feel a hand slip around my waist and rest on my stomach. I smile and look behind myself. Madison smiles and kisses my lips.
“You really are adorable when you’re drunk. I think that’s probably what your friends found funny and not all of your secrets you were spilling. It was cute watching you get distracted with loving on Shannon while you were telling her that story. I guess that’s why you don’t like to drink?”
“Yeah. I guess you don’t drink because of your dad?” She nods. “It’s not something I like to talk about either. About four years ago, my dad was laid off after being with his company for fifteen years. He took it pretty hard and started drinking. He never became physical with us, but he would scream and curse a lot and sometimes throw things around and break stuff. We went through that for about a year before we were able to get him to stop and he was working again.”
“My parents have always been drinkers and it’s the biggest source of their problems. They become idiots after a couple drinks and they just pick at each other nonstop. I think they’d actually get along pretty well if they stopped drinking, but they won’t.”
“Does it bother you that I have a drink sometimes?” We all look at Shannon and she looks nervous and a little ashamed. I take her hand and kiss it. “No, baby. My parents and Sara drink sometimes and it doesn’t bother me. They never overdo it or become angry or anything.”
“I don’t have to drink though if it bothers any of you to be around it. It really wouldn’t be a sacrifice or anything.” She looks at Madison and Sam, and asks, “Does it bother either of you?” They both shake their head. “No, it doesn’t bother me.”
“Same. I don’t have a problem with it. I’ve never cared for drinking because I don’t like the taste and effects. After I broke up with Kayla, I drank some because the alcohol is always so damn abundant in my dorm, but it was for the wrong reasons and I didn’t like that I did that. As long as none of us are grabbing a bottle because we’re upset and want to forget or whatever, I don’t a have problem with it.”
“What time is it? I’m starving.” Shannon looks at her watch. “It’s almost one o’clock.”
“Oh shoot. Maddi, we’re late for your Thanksgiving. We should get ready.”
“I already told my parents we’re not coming.”
“What? No, I don’t want you to miss a family holiday, baby. I’ll be ok.” She smiles and takes my hand. “It’s really ok. I wasn’t really in the mood to deal with them anyway.”
“Well, if you’re sure, but if you change your mind, just let me know.”
“I will, baby. Let’s get up and see about finding you something for lunch.” I smile and start to scoot to the edge of the bed to get up, but they grab onto me. “You shouldn’t stand up on your own. You have three stitches in the arch of your right foot.” I groan and lean back. “I forgot about that. Can you ask Sara or my dad to come get me?” Shannon smiles and shakes her head. “I’ll carry you, sweetie.” I smile really big and she giggles. “You’re so cute.”
Shannon stands up and pulls me to the edge of the bed. Instead of turning her back to me so that I can ride on her back, she pulls me up to wrap my legs around her back and my arms up around the back of her neck. When we’re standing with me in her arms, I’m smiling so big that I know I look goofy. I’ve held all three of them like this, but I’ve never been held like this. I like it.
“I don’t think I’ll walk anywhere on my own anymore. This is way better.” Shannon smiles really big and laughs. She presses her lips to mine and gives me a small soft kiss. “I’ll be your legs any day, sweetie.”
My mom and dad are working in the kitchen together, while Sara, Talia, and Joey are working at the dining room table on different components for the meal. My mom smiles when she sees us.
“Hey, how are you feeling?”
“Sore, but ok. Thanks for mending me up. How long is it going to take for my foot to heal?”
“If you actually take it easy like you should, probably ten to fourteen days. The feet heal slower than most places on the body and they’re more susceptible to infection, so you’ll need to be careful. I have an ointment that you can put on it that may help speed the healing and keep infection out. You’ll need to have Shannon watch it and she’ll remove the stitches when its ready.” I smile and look at Shannon. “You hear that? You get to be my nurse again.” She laughs a little, but shakes her head. “I like taking care of you, sweetie, but I’d rather you stopped getting injured so I can just be your girlfriend.” My smile widens and I kiss her lips. “I’ll try to be more careful, baby.”
“Good.”
“Are you girls hungry?” I look over at my mom and nod. “Starving.”
“Ok, since there’s no room in here, go sit in the living room and I’ll bring you out something soon.”
Shannon carries me out to the living and sets me down on the couch. She tries to stand back up, but I don’t release her. She laughs and kisses my lips.
“Are you going to let me sit next to you?” I shake my head and pull her down on top of myself, falling sideways so she lands lying next to me. She almost falls off, but I tighten my grip on her. “You are bad.” I stroke her cheek and stare in her beautiful green eyes. “You are amazing.” She smiles really big and adjusts to lay closer to me. “Ask me something.” She laughs a little and caresses my cheek again. “Like what?”
“I don’t know. I feel like talking to my babies about real stuff.” She smiles and glances at Sam and Madison, who are sitting next to our heads. “Ok, why did you need stitches in your arm last summer and where on your arm?” I show her my left forearm, where I have a two-inch-long, very thin scar. “I was hiking in the woods with Talia one day and we found an old abandoned truck in the middle of the woods. We wanted to get inside it to scope it out, but the doors were locked. I reached my arm in the partially broken window to unlock it, but as I pulled my arm out, I snagged it on the glass and it cut me deep. It was gushing blood. Talia has studied under my mom a little bit with the natural medicine, so she immediately started looking around us for something to help. She tore a chunk of bright green moss off a tree, some sap off another tree, and some vines off the ground. She squeezed the moss over the cut like a sponge, washing the cut, then put the resin on the cut, which seemed to act like a glue and helped the bleeding lessen, then she tied the moss onto the spot with the vine. It was impressive.”
“That is impressive. So, is getting injured a regular thing for you?” I laugh and shake my head. “No. I’m really not the walking disaster that I’ve been lately. One injury a year is my typical. These past few months have been very unusual. Ok, another question.”
“Your first real crush.”
“Define crush.”
“Someone you didn’t really know well, but something about them just made you want to know more. It can’t be a friend that you fell for.” I smile and glance over at Sam. “Sam. I’ve liked her since freshmen year of high school.” Shannon smiles and looks over at Sam. “Did you know that Kayla liked you all that time?”
“No, she didn’t admit that till we were together for a while.”
“I know things started after you danced together at a party, but how did it play out? I mean, how did you end up dancing together?” Sam smiles and looks at me for a moment, before looking back at Shannon. “Kayla and I had never really talked much before that night. I knew who she was, but I didn’t really
know her. I had seen her dance at school dances, but not like she was dancing that night. She was dancing with a girl that I knew was a dancer and was good, but Kayla was better. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. The more I watched, the more I wanted to be the one she was dancing with. When the other girl decided to go get a drink, Kayla turned and saw me watching her. She smiled at me and it was like her eyes just reeled me into her. Next thing I knew, we were dancing like we were making love and I could barely breathe. Everything about dancing with her felt amazing. I never felt anything like it. Several girls tried to cut in and get a dance with her, but I wouldn’t relinquish her to anyone. Kayla just grinned and wrapped her arms around me tighter each time I refused to let her go. After a few hours, I just couldn’t take it anymore. I had to have her.”
I feel my clit pulsing and my face is hot with desire, remembering that night. It was a beautiful night. I never puppet danced as well as I did with Sam and making love with her was beyond all of my dreams and expectations.
“Kayla is dangerous with that puppet dancing.” I laugh and kiss Shannon. “I don’t puppet dance with everyone the same way. I put a bit more into it for my babies.”
“That’s true, but even your toned-down dancing has made girls want you. I’ve seen it and I’ve had to pull those hoes off of you.” Shannon and Madison laugh and I just grin, feeling my cocky confidence growing. “I loved when you did that. Sometimes, when I knew you were watching, I’d give just a little more for a moment to make you come over, because I wanted you back in my arms.” Sam smiles and laughs, shaking her head. “You’re a brat. You almost got a couple of those girls punched in the face.”
“Sorry, I really loved when you got jealous. It was cute. I won’t do that anymore though. It was kind of childish.” Sam smiles and leans over Madison to run her fingers through my hair and bends down to kiss my lips. “Good, because I hate feeling like I could lose you.”
