“I’m tired of this shit. She could just be a real woman and tell me she doesn’t want to be here,” Danielle vented. She could feel the anger building inside of her.
“I told you to leave her a long time ago. I don’t even think Stacey has the capacity to be faithful,” Arianna said irritated.
“You know what Arianna, it’s hard for me to just up and leave after four years. I want us to work out.”
“I want a million dollars!” Arianna exclaimed, “but I know it’s not gonna happen.”
Danielle heard her the front door open. “She’s here girl. Thanks for talking to me I gotta go.”
Danielle ended the call and turned the bedroom light on. Stacey stumbled in clearly tired and intoxicated.
“Where the fuck have you been?!” Danielle demanded as Stacey leaned against the doorway.
“Sorry babe my phone died,” She said not quite meeting Danielle’s eyes.
“So that excuses you for disappearing more than half the night.”
“This is ridiculous. I just got home. Damn!” Stacey defended.
“What’s been going on with you lately?”
Stacey lets out a sigh, “What are you talking about?”
“You! You’ve been super distant, coming home all hours of the night, and tonight I called you 10 times! You didn’t even answer!”
“I already told you my phone died and I didn’t get it,” Stacey claimed.
Stacey took her shirt off revealing chiseled abs, her locs fell to her shoulders, outlining her face. Danielle could not help but to think about how sexy she looked undressing. It didn’t help that they hadn’t had sex in weeks. “You’re tripping right now. I just want to get ready for bed,” said Stacey.
“I’m tripping? Seriously? You come home at three in the morning and I’m the one with the problem? You must think I’m stupid.”
“I’m not discussing this with you right now. I’m taking a shower and going to bed.” Stacey finished undressing and jumped in the shower. She really did feel bad about coming in so late but she fell asleep. Lately things had been different. Danielle had been nagging continuously and Stacey honestly felt the end of the relationship was near but how could she tell her that?
The hot water streamed down her body washing away the sins of another woman. Was Stacey a cheater? Of course. Did she love Danielle? Yes. But this wasn’t really about love. They had been together since Stacey was pretty young, 21, and she was starting to feel as if maybe Danielle wasn’t the one.
Stacey considered the fact that she should comfort Danielle instead of acting like her concerns were unwarranted. She stepped out of the shower drying her body off and thinking about how good it used to be.
She walked into the room to see a frustrated Danielle lying on the bed crying.
Danielle felt stupid for crying. Why is she staying here? Is love really worth this pain? Is this even love?
Stacey knelt in front of her. Their eyes met, “I’m sorry babe. It’s been a really long night,” Stacey said wiping the tears from her girlfriend’s face. The pain she caused pierced her heart.
“A long night with you and some other bitch, but what about my night sitting here waiting for you?” Danielle turned away from her. She was hurt. Everything that she had done and sacrificed for this relationship seemed to mean nothing to Stacey.
“I wasn’t with another bitch,” Stacey lied. She felt guilt creep slowly through her body.
“Sure you weren’t,” Danielle said trying her best to stop crying.
Stacey slipped under the covers. Danielle inhaled her scent loving it but feeling betrayed, she turned away from her again.
Stacey’s hand made its way up Danielle’s shirt squeezing her breast gently. “Stop!” Danielle demanded quietly pushing her away but her nipples hardened betraying her.
“Don’t be mad. It won’t happen again,” Stacey promised sucking Danielle’s neck into her mouth making her submit.
Stacey slid her hand into Danielle’s panties. She wanted to resist but her body longed for Stacey’s touch. It had been too long. She let out a moan as her legs opened, welcoming Stacey. “Mm,” Danielle listened to Stacey’s stifled moans as her fingers ventured between her legs parting her lips. Stacey’s body was pressed firmly against Danielle’s as her fingers traveled deep inside Danielle finding the spot where she so desperately needed to be touched.
Stacey moaned as her fingers stroked Danielle leaving her breathless. She still had the best out there. Danielle’s body tightened as she moaned in pleasure. She could feel herself losing control of her body. “Damn,” she moaned. Stacey stroked her relentlessly until her hand was soaked in her juices. Danielle’s body shook with pleasure. “Stop,” she said as she removed Stacey’s hand from her. “Go sleep on the couch.”
“Damn,” Stacey said getting out of bed and heading for the couch.
Danielle felt bad for allowing Stacey’s hand to even touch her. Why couldn’t she respect her? Four years and their relationship meant nothing.