You look up as I slam the door. I pull off my gloves and throw them onto the floor, my jacket following the same path.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" You cry.
"Darla, just leave me alone...just...please..." I break off with a sob. I run to my room and throw myself onto my bed.
I feel your hand rub my neck as I sob into my pillow.
"I can't do it anymore. All we do is fight. Todd just won't listen to what I have to say. Everything I do is wrong." I finally manage to say. "He almost hit me this time. He managed to stop himself just as he was swinging."
"Oh baby, Tara, I am so sorry." You lean down and kiss my neck, still rubbing my shoulders and back. "What an asshole. I don't understand how you could have stayed with him so long."
"I don't need a lecture Darla. I am not going to see him anymore." I choke on one last sob. Your hand rubbing my back, stroking my hair.
I roll over and look up into your rich chocolate brown eyes. I think to myself how beautiful you are. Your chestnut hair to your tiny waist, your perfect face, gorgeous body; God how I loved your pretty breasts. I wish that they were my own.
I raise my hand to your cheek. Tears silently streaming down my face.
"Thank you." I say, "You have been here for me the entire three years that I have been with him."
I sit up and hug you, getting comfort from your strength. I give you a kiss on the cheek. I move back to look you in the eyes.
"You are my best friend Tara. I am going to be here everyday of my life."
My hands gently cradle your face. I slowly lower my lips to yours, giving you a little peck on the mouth. Suddenly your lips are moving under mine.
"Oh god, I am so sorry." You say as you jump up to move away. I grab your sleeve.
"Darla." I gently whisper, "Darla, look at me." You slowly raise your eyes to meet mine. "It is ok baby."
I pull you onto my bed, pushing you so that you are lying down. I lean over you, pushing stray strands of hair off your beautiful face.
"I have been wanting to do that for three years now." I whisper into your ear, my hand making soft circles on your stomach. My lips moving back to yours, resting, waiting.
Your tongue hesitantly comes out and runs along my lips. I part my lips and you move your tongue into it. I moan at the new experience. Your soft lips and gently probing tongue. A moan escapes from your throat, echoing mine.
My hands go to your sweater and pull it over your head, barely breaking the kiss. Your hands mirror mine, pulling my t-shirt off and throwing it onto the floor. My hands go to your back, our breasts pressing together. I undo the clasp on your bra. I pull it off of your shoulders and look down at your magnificent breasts.
Your hands move to my chest and undo the front clasp of my own bra. I shrug out of it. My hands skim over your luscious body, finally cupping your plump breasts.
"You are so beautiful. Look I can't even fit you into my hands. I have always been in awe of your body." I whisper
"How can you say that? Look at you. You could be a model. I bawled when you cut your hair." You say as you touch my pixie haircut, "And your breasts are perfect for my hand." As you slide it over my nipple.
We lay beside each other, our hands caressing. We remove the rest of our clothing. My mouth moves to your breasts. I draw your nipple into my mouth, sucking harder and harder. My left hand moving down your body, to your Venus mound.
My mouth slowly follows the path my hand took. You spread your legs so that I can lie between them and look up to your face. I lower my face and inhale your scent.
"Mmm...I could learn to love that smell." I mutter to myself.
