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Love Affair
“I don’t know who I am anymore!” I cried into her arms.
“It’s okay sunshine,” she comforted. She had her arms wrapped around me in a tight squeeze. I was a wreck, my legs had started to shake, arms were limp and my voice had become quiet.
“Sarah,” I stopped for a moment and looked into her eyes.
“Yes Lucy,” she responded so calmly, I so hated it when she was calm. At this point I was wishing I never came, but I was here now and this was my only opportunity.
“Maybe I should leave.” Another voice appeared from the kitchen. Sarah and I both looked in her direction and surely enough a slim and slender 24 year old was standing in the kitchen doorway. She looked at us with a sense of disappointment.
“Mel, I…” Sarah started.
“It’s fine, we can do this another time.” I could tell she didn’t like me, I guess I can’t blame her.
“I’ll see you to the door.” Sarah said letting me go and joining her in the kitchen.

I heard them walk to the door, where Sarah apologized and promised to call her. I looked around the living room and sat down on the couch. From where I sat I could see candles set up at the coffee table in the middle of the room, CD cases were scattered on the floor and the air smelt like expensive perfume. I had screwed up her perfect evening.
I wiped away a tear, “So what’s wrong darling?” Sarah had entered the room.
“What’s right?” I snapped. Sarah was astonished with my answer and returned to the kitchen, only to return a few seconds later, carrying a bottle of wine and two glasses.
“Well if you could start from the beginning.” She said opening up the seemingly expensive wine, and pouring into each of the glasses. “I’m sure I can help make you feel better.” I smiled slightly and she passed me a tissue.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I’ve ruined your evening.” I started to get up, in an attempt to leave when a hand reached for mine and stopped me.
“You will only have ruined my night if you leave,” She argued, I felt better knowing she gave a damn. “Now, start from the beginning love.”
*~*~*
“Katie, can I talk to you?” I asked bravely, looking around the restaurant.
“What’s up little miss?” I shivered, my pet name always made me do that.
“Could we maybe have a minute outside, for a smoke or something?”
She nodded, “Yeah sure, I’ve got 5 minutes.” I had no idea what I was doing, I felt like I could do anything, but I don’t know why I was about to do this.
We walked outside into the still, warm air and out behind the back of the McDonalds’ franchise. In my pocket I searched for my pack of cigarettes and lighter.
“This better be important,” she joked and then added, “You know I don’t approve of you smoking.”
“Yeah, it’s becoming really hard to quit.” I admitted, “But this is important – I mean, it’s more of a confession than anything.”
“What have you done?” She asked, “Spit it out!”
I took another draw, “I haven’t done anything.”
“Come on, tell me Lucy.” She pleaded.
“I’m – I love you,” I stuttered.
“I love you too,” She said smiling.
“No, Katie, I mean I’m in love with you.” Katie’s grin disappeared, and her face became serious.
“You’re screwing with me right?” She looked at me, puzzled. “This is your idea of a joke, right?”
“Katie,” I moved towards her in an attempt to grab her hand.
“Go away!” She yelled and shook me off, “Just – I – I have to start now.” She walked briskly inside, leaving me alone to finish my cigarette.
*~*~*
I grabbed my glass of wine and put it to my lips, “And so I came here, for some strange reason.” I took a long swig and devoured the wine. I wiped away a tear; she grabbed my arm and pulled me into a soft hug. I was so weak, such a pussy.
“I’m sorry love,” she comforted, “I didn’t know you felt like that.” She began to rub up and down my back as we sat in silence for a while. Before long, her hand started drifting up and playing with my curly blonde hair. Her hands were soothing, and with her every touch I began to feel better. I looked up, eventually, and stared into her crimson brown eyes. Her body was amazing, always was. For a moment, time stopped, she was beautiful; her hair was usually pulled into a bun but today was free to droop down her head. It was long and flowing hair, and being a brunette was definitely her colour. She wore a black flowing dress, which came down to her knees. The dress complimented her full figure, showing off the brilliant curves scattered about her 22-year old self.
She grabbed my glass and began to fill it up again, “I can organize you a transfer if you’d like.” She stated handing over the glass.
“No,” I took a sip of the wine, “I want to stay, I think I can manage working with her.”
“So then why are you here?” I looked at her and might heart pounded at my ribcage. I looked away, “Please… why won’t you talk to me?”
I looked back at her, “Sarah, I just told you that I was into girls.”
“And…?” She asked confused.
“What do you mean ‘and’!” I rose to my feet.
“I meant, what is so bad about it?” She queried also standing up. Again I felt myself being pulled into another hug, again I began to cry.
“Why can’t I just be normal?” I asked into her shoulder.
“You can’t choose who you love, you just do.”
“But have you ever wanted someone so much even though you know it was wrong and disallowed?” I asked.
“Of course, you do realize I was on a date with that woman?”
I laughed, “Yeah, I’m not that thick. I meant age difference or because you work with them?”
“Oh… sorry dear.” She said embarrassed, “I guess I have. Why is there someone else at work?”
“Sort of,” I answered.
“Who?”
“I’d rather not say, look I better go; I feel alright now.” I lied.
“Okay, well I guess I can’t keep you here forever.” She smiled half-heartedly and I turned to walk to the door only to be stopped by a hand on my arm.
“What?” I asked confused.
“Err… I don’t know but…” She pulled me in closer and leant down slightly. Before I knew it; her lips were on mine, it was quick and sweet, over before I knew it. I bit my lips in an attempt to get her flavour, this seemed to urge her on and again I was caught off guard when her lips clasped over mine. This time the kiss was long; I grabbed her face and pushed her lips harder onto mine. Her tongue cut into my mouth and her hands began to fondle my breasts.
“Sarah… maybe… we should… talk about… this.” I gasped between breaths. I let out a small moan as she started on my neck; biting and sucking, until I felt the first big red hickey appear. “Sarah!” I repeated silently.
“Shhh…” She told me as her lips moved back over my mouth. She pushed me down onto the couch and straddled my waist. Her hands found my chest and she commenced a massage which sent chills down my back, only to be distracted by her lips on mine – yet again. I melted with her every doing and my hands began to rummage around her whole body.
*~*~*
“Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!!” I awoke to see Sarah pacing in the kitchen. I found myself covered in a warm blanket; she must have put it on me while I was asleep.
“Sarah?” I whispered, she turned around and looked at me, “What’s wrong darl?”
She stared perplexedly at me for a moment, thinking of her next movement, and said, “We had sex-”
“-So...” I looked at her suspiciously.
“So!?” she yelled hysterically. “You’re under 18.... I’m over 18; that’s like... child molesting. I could go to jail!”
“Oh come on.” I said pulling on my underwear and bra, she put her hand over her eyes in an act to show disgust.
“I’m serious!” She shouted, “What if work finds out? I could get fired... I would lose my job – won’t be able to afford rent, I’ll get kicked out and have to live on the street-”
“SARAH!” I grabbed her and pulled her into a hug, “Listen to yourself, do you really think anyone’s going to find out?” She started to sob into my chest – I still hadn’t managed to put on my shirt or shorts yet.
“We shouldn’t have done it!” She said, removing her head from my chest and looking into my eyes, “I should have listened to you.”
“No!!” I put my head down, threw on my shirt and pants. “I lo-love you.”
“Well you can’t”

THE END Or to be continued...