The Witty Runaway
Chapter 8
"So, I won't see you later?" Rusty asked over morning coffee.
We were bothing sitting in the kitchen in our bra and panties.
"I mean, I can tell my mom I'm staying at his house for the night, and then I could come over, but not until late."
She just kinda looked at the floor, not wanting to make eye contact.
I knew how she felt though, ever since we had made love, things were different.
This is the closest we had ever been, and to have to just leave, it's wierd.
I walked over to her and wrapped my rms around her waist from behind her.
"Let's make pancakes." I smiled.
She laughed, "You always have thought with your belly, Lana."
With that, we went to work making pancakes together.
We had such a great time trying to flip them with the pan and catch them, all in undergarments.
"This has to be the most fun I have ever had with a girlfriend." Rusty giggled.
"Good." I smiled, "This is the most fun I've ever had."
"Why do you say that?" she questioned.
I didn't answer immedietly.
":Lana?" she asked.
"It's just.. I never thought I'd be this close to anyone ever, after.." I just let the sentence fade.
I had never told anyone about how one of my mom's boyfriends had r*ped me while my parents were on a break.
I swallowed hard, "When my parents went on that break, her "boyfriend" r*ped me, and I just never thought I would let myself feel so safe with someone else. And I knew I was a lesbian before that."
She looked shocked, "Well, I will never let that happen."
She wrapped me in her arms and kissed me.
"I love you, Rusty."
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