I Still Love You
Written in 2015 - Revised in 2021
Summary: You and Demi broke up two weeks ago. Your roommate, who's tired of watching you sulk, drags you to a bar to get over her. As you're grinding on someone, you notice Demi doing the same in the bar's corner. You confront her in the bathroom where things get a bit steamy.
Tags: lesbian, love, breakup, jealousy, drinking, sex, dirty talk
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Two weeks. It's been two weeks since Demi and I broke up. Two weeks since we went our separate ways. Two weeks since she walked out my front door and never looked back.
Depressed and miserable don't even comprehend how I've felt these past two weeks. Sulking in my bed, with knotted hair that I haven't brushed in days. Falling asleep on pillows covered in tears and mascara. Empty water bottles and liquor bottles spread across my bedroom floor. Pile of dirty clothes nearly tipping my desk chair backward.
I wake up to a glass of orange juice and two Advil on my nightstand. A gesture made by none other than my roommate, Samiah. Samiah has given me space these past two weeks, letting me cry, mope and every so often scream. However, after two consecutive weeks of being locked in my room, surrounded by memories, she thought it best to intervene.
I glance over at my phone, checking the time; five PM. Most people are just ending their day, mine is just beginning. Wrapping my blanket around my body, I make my way to the kitchen.
Startled by the noise, Samiah turns around, eyes open wide, surprised to see me up and about. She's silent as I enter the kitchen, rummaging through the pantry for something quick to eat. I grab a handful of chocolate chip cookies, turning on my heel to return to my room.
Samiah gets up from the couch, hurrying over to me. She grabs my arm, stopping me in my tracks. My heavy eyes lock onto hers, pleading for her to let me go back to isolation.
"A few of us are going to Brodie's for drinks tonight. How about you put on that sexy red lace bodysuit and black leather pencil skirt and join us?"
Brodie's is a club and bar downtown. Their fries are always overly greasy and their burgers are never cooked to the redness (or lack of redness) requested. However, the bartender is very heavy-handed and makes the drinks way stronger than they are supposed to be.
"I'm not really in the mood to go."
"I've let you sulk in your bedroom for two weeks. You're going out with us tonight." Samiah demands, grabbing a cookie from my hand before turning on the ball of her foot to return to her position on the couch.
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"You will have hot, eligible singles all over you tonight." Samiah insists, spraying my makeup with setting spray. She lets it dry for a few seconds before spinning me in my chair to face the mirror. She settles her chin on my shoulder. "Okay, open."
I open my eyes and almost don't recognize myself. Full face of makeup plastered on my skin. My eyebrows plucked and filled in, winged eyeliner sharper than a razor, highlight almost blinding and bright red lipstick almost identical to the skimpy lace bodysuit barely covering my body.
"Wow."
"I swear if you don't get laid tonight I might just have to take you to bed myself."
I roll my eyes, observing myself in the mirror again. I do look hot. To be fair, all I've seen myself in the last few weeks is oversized shirts and sweatpants with my hair in a messy bun. I stand up, pulling down my leather skirt before adjusting my boobs in the pushup bra.
"Come on, let's go," Samiah says, slapping my ass.
We arrive at peak hours, the line wrapped around the building. We make our way to the front, walking past everyone who's waiting. Samiah flashes security a smile as they hold the door open for both of us, waiving the cover charge and wait.
"Did you sleep with him too?" I ask, knowing damn well there's no other reason for such special treatment.
A smirk forms on the corner of her lips as I follow her to the bar. "Something like that." Waiving the bartender down, she orders two rounds of tequila shots and two whisky sours. Handing me both shots, we clink them together. "To a night of drinking and getting laid." Samiah cheers.
I tilt my head back, one after another, letting the warm liquid coat my throat. I open my eyes to find a woman with black, curly hair, a black, lowcut tank top, and high-waisted ripped jean shorts watch me from across the room. Samiah follows my gaze to the mystery woman, handing me my whisky sour before pushing me towards her and onto the dance floor.
"Hi," I mumble, my smile grinning ear to ear.
"Hi."
"Do you want to dance?"
She leans closer, her lips brushing against my earlobe. "I was hoping you'd ask." Grabbing my hand, I follow her to an open corner. Taking a big gulp of liquid courage, I place my free hand on her waist. She moves her body closer to mine, letting her breasts lightly brush against mine. Her hands make their way to my neck, letting her wrists lean against my shoulders. We move to the beat of the music, eyes captivated by one another fluidly moving their hips.
I happen to look over her shoulder, noticing a smile I'll never forget. Demi. She's pressed up against another woman, her hands resting on the woman's ass. I watch as she grinds herself up and down the woman, hands exploring. She hasn't seemed to notice me. I finish the rest of my drink, placing the empty glass on a nearby table with a loud clank, barely audible over the loud music.
As the liquor starts to kick in, I feel a sudden surge of confidence coarse through my veins. Was it confidence? Or was it jealously? As Demi turns around, letting her ass grind against the front of the woman's jeans, Demi's eyes meet mine in a stunning look. I grab the mystery woman's hips, turning her so her back is pressed against my front, just like Demi is in the opposite corner. I close my eyes, taking my bottom lip in between my teeth as I let my hands roam the mystery woman's body. She arches her back, letting her ass grind into me with more force.
I watch as Demi's eyebrows furrow, her teeth clenched tightly. She turns back around, hands settling on the woman's hips, slowly slipping underneath her shirt.
The mystery woman in my arms turns her head slightly, continuing to grind her ass into my front. She uses one hand to cup the back of my neck, pulling me down into a hot and heavy kiss. Her lips don't taste like Demi's strawberry lipgloss. Her tongue immediately begins to explore my mouth, getting to know every inch of it. She takes my bottom lip between her teeth, sucking on it before letting it go with a loud pop. I take a few seconds to recover before opening my eyes. I glance back to the corner I've been so fixated on the past couple of minutes to notice Demi is no longer there. I look around the darkroom to find her walking down the corridor to the restrooms.
Removing myself from the mystery woman's grip, I whisper "I'll be back." before slipping off the dance floor and towards the restrooms. I take a deep breath before pushing the door open.
Demi is leaning against the countertop, reapplying two different types of lipstick. She looks at me through the mirror, then back to herself as she concentrates.
"What do you want?"
"I didn't expect you to be here," I say. Anytime I invited her to get drinks with my roommate and friends at Brodie's, Demi insisted the food wasn't worth it and the place wasn't her scene.
She closes the cap to her lipstick, shoving it into her small clutch. "Bartender makes strong drinks."
"That's what I'm always saying!" I answer in the excitement that someone else agrees with me.
I notice a smile appear on Demi's face but disappear just as fast.
"I better get back." She says turning around.
"Y-yeah. I wouldn't want you to keep your date waiting." I say.
"She's not my date."
"It doesn't look like she's just a friend," I say in observation.
Demi chuckles. "I got to give her something If I want her to continue buying me drinks." Demi winks. Heat rises to my cheeks as I remember the few times Demi and I went clubbing, agreeing to dance with anyone who offered us free drinks.
Demi walks towards me, as I'm still standing in front of the door. I move to the left to get out of her way, but she has the same idea as she moves to the left, her chest lightly grazing mine.
I take a deep breath as I inhale her fair-trade tangerine grapefruit body wash. It was all she used. The mix of alcohol, Demi's scent, and body touching mine are too much to handle at once. I feel heat rise to my cheeks, my head becoming dizzy.
My hand rises to her arm, lightly grazing it with my fingertips. I watch her shudder underneath my touch, her eyes fixated on my exposed cleavage, nipples almost uncovered by the thin lacy material. Her finger wraps around the strap of the bodysuit near my collarbone, her finger grazing my hot skin.
"I remember this bodysuit. You wore it to the Pride parade last June with leather shorts, heels, and-"
"-A rainbow feather boa," We say at the same time.
Demi captures her bottom lip between her teeth as her finger works its way down the strap, settling just about my breast. Her eyes capture mine, her pupils dilated and filled with lust.
I lick my lips, my heart race increasing by the second, which I'm sure Demi can feel. My eyes fall to her lips, watching as she releases her freshly painted lips from between her teeth as they glisten from the lipstick and saliva.
Before I can say anything, Demi pulls on the strap of my bodysuit, my head leaning down as she crashes her lips onto mine. I immediately taste her strawberry lipgloss. I relax into the kiss, letting her tongue graze over my teeth and slip into my mouth. I moan, feeling the vibrations on our lips.
I pull back, not wanting it to go any further. I'm too intoxicated and attached to continue, especially after knowing she doesn't feel the same way.
"Dem-"
Demi cuts me off. "Shh."
"We can't," I say, swallowing over the lump in my throat.
"Why not?" Her fingers begin their descent down my bodysuit, just over my nipple.
"Because I still love you," I admit.
Her lips graze my earlobe, her hot breath filling the air around us. "Then fuck me."
I pick her up, letting her legs wrap around my waist as I shove her against the wall of the nearest stall. She grips the top of the stall with one hand for stability as she grinds her center against my stomach. Her arousal leaks through her thin leggings and my lace bodysuit, coating my stomach. I push my body closer to hers as my lips sloppily attack hers. Her free hand finds its way to my hair, pulling on it so our lips disconnect. Demi's pupils are blown out as she grinds her center on my stomach.
I place her on the countertop, settling between her legs. I push them open further with my hand, letting my fingers tease her through her leggings.
"Oh, fuck." She moans, grinding herself onto my hand for release. I suck on her neck as I rub lazy circles on her clit, my fingers becoming sticky. I slide my hand into her leggings, smirking when I realize she has no underwear on.
I run two fingers between her folds, moaning at the wetness she produced with so little touching. She shudders underneath my touch, whimpering at my gentleness.
"More, please, baby." She moans, pushing herself against my fingers so my middle finger slightly enters her.
I push my finger all the way in until my palm is pressed against her pulsing clit. I begin a slow and steady rhythm, adding an extra finger. She thrusts herself on my fingers, her boobs bouncing with every thrust.
"Oh God, I'm so close. Don't stop." The sound of Demi's moans and wetness fill the club bathroom.
Her lips curve into a perfect O as I feel her walls tighten around my fingers. I use my thumb to rub circles on her clit with every thrust as I squeeze her right boob with my other hand. Taking her nipple between my fingers I pull and pinch and squeeze, just the way I know she likes it.
"Oh fuck, I'm cumming." She screams as her body shakes, her legs wrapped tightly around my waist. I continue to thrust my fingers, letting her ride out her orgasm as long as possible, feeling her arousal drip onto the palm of my hand. Her arms become weak as she recovers from her high, but I waste no time circling her sensitive clit again with my thumb. I thrust my fingers even faster as her nails dig into my shoulder blades, drawing a bit of blood.
She throws her head back as she tightens around my fingers as her second orgasm hits, a silent moan escapes her lips.
Her fingers on my shoulders ease up, sliding off and gripping the counter for support. Her legs around my waist disconnect and lay on either side of me. Her chest rises and falls with each deep breath. I remove my fingers from inside of her, slowly, hearing her whimper at the sudden emptiness.
She lifts her head, her eyes, still blown out. "I still love you, too."
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