Prologue
Mary looks at her. All confused, eyes big.
“Lily, what...”, her voice cracks then.
Lily just stares back at her. Feels the lust pulsing through her body. Knows that this is absolutely wrong. But how can it be wrong if it feels so right? As if she is being pulled to her by an almighty, external force, she steps into Marys’ space. Moves her hands up to cradle the girls face. For about two seconds, she fears that Mary is going to pull away from her. That whatever she is feeling was only ever in her head. That it was never reciprocated. But Mary does not move. She just watches Lily with a surprised look on her face. Lily isn’t sure but she thinks that Mary tries to say something again. Though she will never know what it was since she simply lays her lips on hers. Soft. Lovely. It’s just a little kiss, almost a peck.
But then. Oh then. Mary returns the kiss with such a fierceness that Lily briefly runs out of air. The ground seems to slip from under her feet. She pulls away from Mary. Green eyes meeting browns. Lust is mirrored in both of them. After that its madness. Clothes being stripped away, shirts being ripped. It’s kissing and biting and almost fighting. There is nothing sweet about the way Mary kisses, Lily thinks. Mary kisses like a hurricane destroying Lily just to build her up again with the soft touches of her hands.
It started off innocently, Lily remembers. Furtive glances, fleeting touches. Smiles. Bickering. But then there was kissing, grabbing, teeth. There was laughter. Longing. Lily asked herself on more than one occasion how this could have happened. How this could possibly be her life. But laying next to her in bed felt so good. It felt so right. Like nothing else was existing in this universe but them and their bed.
After the first time she told herself that it was never going to happen again. That this was a fluke. It wasn’t supposed to be like this.
But it happened again.
And again.
And again.