The author would like to thank carsonshepherd, badgirl23 and BlueEyed5ftAngel for their help in editing this story and their comments. Also, please feel free to read Chapter One of this story as it may help you understand Chapter Two just a little bit better. Enjoy and feel free to send me your comments.
As the days went by and Tabitha and Emily grew closer, Tabitha's relationship with her mother began to deteriorate to the point where they could hardly even be in the same room together without getting into an argument. Morning, noon or night if mother and daughter were in the same room the whole house would reverberate with the sounds of their angry screams. The excuses for the fighting were always different, but the real reason was always the same: Tabitha's mom would marry whomever she pleased and Tabitha had no right to tell her otherwise.
Tabitha didn't need to ask to know where this new line of thought originated. It came straight from Gary and whatever booze was currently making it's way through her mother's bloodstream. When her mother ran out after their first fight she'd made only two stops. One was the party store and the other was Gary's trailer. Tabitha didn't need a junior detectives badge to figure that out. If her mother was anything she was predictable.
Luckily she had Emily. Ever since that morning the girls had quietly and consistently become what could only be described as lovers. There was no conscious decision on either Tabitha's or Emily's part on the new state of their relationship. It just kind of happened that way.
Tabitha was glad to have such a good friend when her life just seemed to be getting worse by the day. Emily was a comfort in more ways than one. She was someone to talk to that wouldn't yell at her or call her cunt., she was someone to hold her when she felt sad or lonely or just wanted to be held and she was someone to fuck her into a coma whenever, wherever, however.
Emily may not have had a dick, but Tabitha had simply never been more satisfied. In fact, that was more than half of the appeal. Urges and feelings Tabitha had once thought alien to her being were now the only things keeping her sane. She didn't quite know if she was a lesbian or not, but it hardly mattered, being with Emily just felt right.
And she was with Emily a lot. Whenever they were alone together for more than ten minutes the girls were bound to be locked in a loving embrace in some way, shape or form. In Emily's bed or Tabitha's late at night when everyone was sleeping.. In Emily's dad's home office when her parents were working. In Emily's pool, the shower, on the pool table in Emily's parents game room, in a bathroom stall at a sleazy club and so many other places it would take forever to list them all. They were like two virgins in love discovering with each other for the very first time and, in a way, they were just that.
When they weren't making love they were constantly touching each other playfully or just holding each others hands enjoying the contact. Some of their friends were beginning to notice a change in them. A few of their more prudish friends obviously disapproved. Tabitha didn't let that bother her. Emily, however, seemed more than a little troubled by the judging eye of their peers.
"Have you talked to Morgan lately?" Emily asked her one night as they lay in Tabitha's bed enjoying a warm breeze from the open window as they cuddled up to each other enjoying the afterglow of a vigorous evening of lovemaking.
Tabitha barely heard her as she began to doze off into a peaceful sleep. It was well past two in the morning and Tabitha had to work the next morning. Emily knew this, but she had something on her mind.
"Tabby? Did you hear me?"
"What?" Tabitha responded in a drowsy whisper.
"Have you talked to Morgan lately?" Emily repeated quietly.
"No," came the still drowsy reply, "Why?"
There was a long pause before Emily spoke.
Tabitha's drowsy mind couldn't grasp why Emily would want to know if she'd spoken to Morgan at all. Morgan was a prissy girl who talked too much about too little that Tabitha could live without. The only reason she even associated with her was because Morgan used to go out with a her old drug dealer for the usual reasons dumb girls date drug dealers, namely, free drugs. Tabitha had never liked her and she liked her even less after Sam, her dealer, raised his prices because Morgan smoked too much weed.
"Why?" Tabitha repeated as Emily sighed almost as if she was reluctant to continue with her line of questioning. "Come on, Emily. What's up with Morgan?"
"She…" Emily started slowly, almost apprehensively, "Saw us the other day."
"So?" Tabitha replied with a mystified chuckle, "Lot's of people see us everyday."
"No," Emily replied seriously, as she sat up and looked down on Tabitha's naked, moonlit form, "I mean she saw us together at the party in the whirlpool. She knew what we were doing. She saw us kissing and she watched us…"
"So?" Tabitha repeated as she interrupted Emily and looked at her worried face questioningly. Reluctantly she sat up on her elbows and looked Emily dead in the eyes before continuing. "What does it matter what Morgan saw?"
"What if she tells someone?" replied Emily after a long pause.
"What if she does?" Tabitha came back not understanding Emily's concern.
"Tabitha," Emily said, the frustration in her voice growing by the second, "Her parents know my parents. What do you think would happen if my dad found out we were… you know."
"Fucking?" Tabitha replied trying to maintain some lightness.
Emily, however, was not amused.
"Yes!" she said with obvious anger. "I'm being serious here, Tabby. You know my dad. What do you think he'd do if he found out I was doing it with girls? And not just any girl, but the girl I talked him into getting as my roommate when I go to college in a month. I don't have a scholarship like you do, Tabby. If he decides he doesn't want me to go to the same school as you I won't have a choice. I can't afford tuition. I only work twenty hours a week!"
