The Second Chance (GirlXGirl)

Chp. 6

I was in utter disbelief, but not because I had actually seen Devon naked on the second day I knew her, but of what I felt when I saw her.

It turned me on. Bad.

I wasn’t gay, I had never liked a girl in my life, and it even used to disgust me thinking about even kissing a girl…

But now… I can’t say that anymore.

Devon was anything but nasty, she had a Victoria Secret body for Christ Sake! And let me tell you… it was no longer a secret to me. I continued to absent mindedly scrub my body as I daydreamed about her… knowing these thoughts were not normal.

How did this all of a sudden happen? It wasn’t like I gradually started to like her… no, when I saw her it was all at once. Like a fucking crane just flew in and hit me. It could’ve actually knocked me down if it wanted to.

It was so bizarre, I didn’t understand it at all, but then… I did. I understood it in the back of my head, but I couldn’t think about it without it making my head hurt.

I heard a knock on my door, making me jump, “You almost done in there? I’m gonna head back to the room.”

I stuttered, “O-Okay.”

It was silent as I began to get dressed, then I heard someone walk in. They turned on the shower next to me, the one Devon had just exited, and I gathered my things to leave.

I walked out, and came face to face with a cute girl, she was smiling. “Oh hi, I’m Samantha.”

I tilted my head, Sudden introduction? “Amanda.”

She smiled creepily and walked into the stall once more, I muttered, “What the hell…” under my breath. How weird.

I joined Devon in the dorm and I plopped myself onto my bed, I asked, “What time you have to wake up tomorrow?”

She groaned, “7:30.”

I smiled, “Me to. I have Algebra I.”

“Looks like you’ll be sitting next to me tomorrow morning.”

“We have class together?”

She nodded, looking at me as she laid sideways. Her blonde hair was damp, flowing around her face, her lips… God they looked fucking delicious…

I was fucked. I was in love with this girl, a straight girl, that I barely knew. I had a boyfriend… and I wasn’t even sure if I loved him anymore.

As I looked at Devon doze off in her bed I felt as if she was the only person that mattered, and it hurt me.

Nelson was going to be so hurt, but maybe ending it with him would be for the best. I mean I haven’t even spoken to him in a damn week! He obviously wasn’t worrying about me… or he was just preparing himself for the breakup…

God how was I going to do this?

I didn’t want to leave my boyfriend, mostly because then I would be left alone with these feelings for Devon.

These feelings I obviously didn’t understand.

But as I fell asleep I couldn’t stop thinking about her, and how sexy she looked soaking wet out the shower.

***

I woke up to the annoying ring of my alarm clock, and Devon was groaning on her side of the room. I slammed my fist onto the clock and silenced it immediately, “Morning.”

She muttered, yawning, “Morning.”

We got up, headed to the bathroom and began getting ready. The way we acted around each other, already, it was weird. Like I was completely comfortable with her, and I could do anything without feeling uncomfortable.