Date: Mon, 23 Nov 2009 16:35:08 -0800 (PST)
From: Brittany Gay <tomgirlx93@yahoo.com>
Subject: Stories from the Life-Tangled

tomgirlx93@gmail.com
Stories from the Life- Tangled
Nov. 12, 2009
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Author's Note: It certainly has been quite some time since I have written
for this site. Writer's block is a terrible crutch. In that time where I
have experienced such pain, I have been examining and editing my earlier
stories and have decided to publish. So, if it is not too much to ask,
please comment on this and my latter tales. With your help I will find the
drive to distribute these stories to a wider public. Also, sorry there is
not much sex. I know most of you who visit this site want a sex-fueled
tale. I write for more than that.

 Please enjoy.

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 As one of the attendants left Kennedy's apartment building, Miranda
slipped in before the security door closed. Miranda knew Kennedy would not
have buzzed her in. That evening the tall soft-butch was hoping to talk
sense into her ex.

 Miranda quickly made her way up to the third floor of Kennedy's
building. Meanwhile Kennedy was finally in bed with Jackie, her sexy
red-haired fling. Kennedy had put off sex with the vampy Jackie for
weeks. Jackie had been patient, but did try on numerous occasions to seduce
Kennedy. At the moment Miranda was briskly heading up to her former
apartment, Kennedy was sweaty and arching her back. A powerful orgasm had
just ripped through her body, thanks to Jackie's determined efforts.

"Ah! Whew." Kennedy exhaled as she settled back onto the bed.

"That didn't take long." Jackie chuckled as she gently tickled Kennedy's
sex.



 Indeed Kennedy had not lasted very long. By the time Jackie had succeeded
in bedding her, Kennedy came in less than ten minutes. She had finally come
with another person.

"I think someone's at your door." said Jackie.

 Kennedy sat up and listened until she heard Miranda's knocks at the front
door. Kennedy grumbled as she slipped into her bathrobe. "I'll be a
minute." She said to Jackie as she left the room.

 Kennedy, the shy yet attractive punk-rock girl, half excepted to see
Miranda again. Miranda had stopped by earlier that day for the rest of her
belongings. Kennedy stepped into the hall, closing the door part of the way
behind her.

"What in the hell-?" Kennedy started.

"Look, I'll be brief. I feel very strongly on the matter." Miranda spoke
quickly.

"What matter? The one that's none of your business?"

"But it kinda is. I can't let you do this. Then again it looks like you
already have."

 Miranda could see that Kennedy's skin was slick with sweat and her hair
tousled. Kennedy also smelled of her own and another woman's perfume. Sure
signs of post-sex. Kennedy was both surprised and embarrassed that Miranda
noticed this. Kennedy attempted to fix her hair unsuccessfully.

"You have to stop this." Miranda stated. "If this is your way of getting
back at me in some twisted way, then it's working.

"You'll never understand what I'm doing."

"I know and it just makes me feel so damn awful that you feel you have to
do this."

 Miranda could feel the beginnings of tears burning in her eyes. Kennedy
saw this and looked away, shaking her head. "You should go. I'm busy."

"Fine. But please take what I've said into consideration. This is a
terrible way to heal." Miranda said desperately.

 With that Kennedy walked back into her apartment, closing the door on her
ex-girlfriend. Kennedy returned to her room. Jackie was laying back on the
pillows, the top sheet barely covering her naked form. Kennedy dropped her
robe and crawled into the red-head's arms.

"Who was that at the door?" Jackie asked.

"Someone checking up on me." Kennedy answered.

"A neighbor? You were loud."

 The two chuckled as they maneuvered into the spooning position. Kennedy
was not sure of how to feel about the other girl, yet did enjoy Jackie's
affections.

"What are you thinking about?" Jackie asked when the other girl was silent
for a few beats.

"Nothing really."

 Kennedy was in fact thinking back to the moment she confronted Miranda
about cheating. That took place six months prior. Miranda had been cheating
for about four months or so before Kennedy caught on. Miranda's work
schedule made it very easy for her to sneak around with another
woman. Kennedy worked during the day and sometimes at night at the tattoo
parlor. Miranda was a chauffeur and worked all day, even into the late
hours of the night.

 Miranda herself could not fathom why she would cheat on her five year long
relationship. She and Kennedy had met in their senior year of high
school. Typically the two moved in together immediately after
graduation. They were hopelessly in love. It was the kind of love that
evolved sweet kisses, chessy jokes and spontaneous sex. As most long-term
relationships stretch on, lack of the many things that took place before
dwindles, as did theirs. They became more roommates that shared the same
bed, rather than a actual couple. Still the two were in love.

 At their three and a half year mark, Miranda's sex-drive
increased. Kennedy's stayed the same, which is to say fairly
moderate. Miranda found herself taking care of her own arousal herself, on
the nights Kennedy refused sex. Kennedy had always been shy about love
making. Miranda had actually been the only person she had been intimate
with. Miranda wanted to experiment with Kennedy, but the tattooed fem
seemed so embarrassed by her own parts, though they were slender and
fit. Kennedy was even afraid of having a climax. When ever she and Miranda
did engage, Kenndey would stop her girlfriend just as she was about to
orgasm.

"Why won't you ever help me finish?" Miranda had asked.

"I'm fine with being close."

"You have a strange sense of pleasure."

"I blame my mother. She always made intimacy seem like such a awful
thing. Then, when I was thirteen, she caught me masturbating. She was quite
awful about that."

 Miranda took all of that into consideration. However, at their five year
mark, she came to a breaking point. On a cloudy October afternoon, Miranda
had ducked into a quiet cafe on the Northside. It was raining and
cold. Miranda frequently went into this place for a expresso because it was
always quiet and lacked heavy flows of crowds. She had been reading a
Michelle Tea novel when approached by her doom: the unbelievably attractive
girl. The girl was slim and her green eyes bright. Miranda assumed the girl
had to be a model, considering her tall and slim build. Later, Miranda
turned out to be right.

"Can I sit here?" the girl asked.

 Miranda noted there were plenty of available seats in the cafe. She and
the girl were the only three people there, including a employee. Miranda
allowed the girl to sit across from her at the small round table. Small
talk insuded, which lead to relationship status.

"Are you seeing anyone?" asked the model.

"No." Miranda lied.

 The lie came too quickly. Miranda did not mean to bluff, but the girl's
stunning looks rendered her to that point. About thirty minutes later,
Miranda found herself in the sexy girl's apartment, just a few blocks from
the cafe. They fucked aggressively for the rest of that afternoon. Miranda
sucked, licked and fingered the girl, whom came at least twice in great
waves. She returned the favors to Miranda hungrily. Well into the evening,
after their intense sexual experience, Miranda went into the bathroom to
wash her face and hands. She was sure that she smelled of another
woman. Miranada then excused herself, telling the girl that she had to
continue working. When she made her way home, Miranda found Kennedy
watching television in the darkness of their living room. It was about 8
o'clock by then. Miranda changed into a tee-shirt and flannel pajama pants
shortly after walking in. Kennedy paid no mind to this, considering she
trusted the other young

 woman. After changing, Miranda joined her then girlfriend on the
couch. She slipped her arm around Kennedy, whom snuggled against her.

"What was your day like?" asked Kennedy.

"Fine. Read most of the day." Miranda did not skip a beat in her story.

 She had not constructed an excuse up until that point. Though guilt was
there in her mind, Miranda sort of liked her dirty secret. While she and
Kennedy watched random junk, the whole time Miranda wondered when and how
she would see that hot model again.

 From then on Miranda visited the model's place at least twice a week, when
the girl would call. The model went on to believe Miranda was
single. Miranda had said her place was not a good place to meet because of
its far location.

"I'm in your area all of the time anyway. Makes things easy." Miranda had
said to the model before their third meeting.

 Luckily the model understood she and Miranda's relationship was purely
sexual, so there was no room for her to constantly demand Miranda's
attention. Kennedy remained unaware of the affair until February of '07. A
co-worker had invited Kennedy out to a goth bar the night she discovered
her then girlfriend with another woman. Kennedy arrived at the scene by
driving herself, at around 11 o'clock. She had parked across the street
from the bar. As Kennedy stepped out of her car, she spotted a girl that
looked a lot like her woman leaving the bar with someone else. Kennedy
started to ignore this, since Miranda had told her that she would be
working late. However, as Kennedy focused on this, it of course turned out
to be Miranda, whom was arm-and-arm with a very attractive female.

        Kennedy watched them walk and giggle as they made their way to a
sports car five feet across from where Kennedy had parked. When her
girlfriend and the girl slipped inside of the car, Kennedy jumped inside
her Toyota and followed them. When arriving at a apartment complex on Rush
street, Kennedy parked far enough to not be noticed. She watched Miranda
and the girl enter the building as she shut off the engine of her
car. Kennedy had hoped there was a reasonable explanation as to why her
love would be in another girl's place. Walking as though they were
together. Attending a bar together. Going into a apartment
together. Kennedy ran these argumentations through her head as she waited
at least an hour until Miranda emerged from the apartment building. Kennedy
made her way home, after seeing Miranda jump into a cab. Kennedy was home,
on the Eastside, before Miranda arrived there. When Miranda walked in, she
found Kennedy sitting in the

 kitchen. Kennedy's cold stare told Miranda that she had been caught,
somehow.

"I want you to tell me." said Kennedy sixty seconds upon Miranda walking
into the door. "I already know and you now should know what I know. I just
want you to say it."

 Miranda's throat went dry. With much effort she spoke up, "I..I h-have
been with another woman."

 Kennedy stood and went into their bedroom. Miranda followed a moment later
to find her soon-to-be ex packing her clothes into a suitcase. Miranda
tried to reason with Kennedy, but Kennedy was relentless and incredibly
angry. Kennedy tossed Miranda out, along with Miranda's personal items.From
that night on, Miranda stayed with her best friend Toby for three months,
until she found her own place. In the meantime she tried making good with
Kennedy, whom was unbending. Although she had cheated, Miranda was still
very much in love with Kennedy and stopped at nothing to prove such. This,
however, was not enough to convince Kennedy.

 Six months floated by. In that time Kennedy carried herself through a
depression-stupor up until August of that year. That is when she met
Jackie. Kennedy was absolutely stunned when the flirtatious red-head
entered her place of work.

"I found your card in my place." Jackie mentioned. "Don't remember who or
how I got it. Came across this a few days ago and thought why not get a
tattoo!"

 As Kennedy etched Asian symbols on the red-head's side, she could not help
feeling intimidated. After that day, and some sweet talk on the red-head's
part, Kennedy found herself going on many dates with Jackie. When Jackie
began initiating sex, Kennedy would back down. She had also been like that
with Miranda.

"Do I come on too strong?" asked Jackie after their sixth date.

"No. I've never been with another person. I'm nervous." answered Jackie.

 The two would resort to making-out on occasions after that, up until the
day Miranda had popped by. On the day Miranda had come to talk sense into
her ex, Miranda had first come by at noon. She called Kennedy upon her
first arrival. As Miranda made her way over to her former apartment,
Kennedy found a box and loaded it with the remaining items Miranda had left
behind. Miranda was at the door just as Kennedy skimmed the house one final
time, making sure nothing that belonged to her former lover
remained. Kennedy opened the front door and shoved the box into Miranda's
arms.

"Anything else?" Kennedy asked coldly.

"Can we talk?" said Miranda. "It's about...that girl."

"I'm actually excepting her later. So, if you would excuse me." With that,
Kennedy closed the door on Miranda.

 Miranda started to knock on the door, but immediately realized doing so
would generate a nasty argument. However, Miranda did return later that
evening, a hour after Jackie arrived. Cuddling on the living room couch,
with a movie, lead to the bedroom. Kennedy was incredibly aroused by the
time they were naked in her bed. Though Jackie was handling Kennedy gently,
she was still exuding her aggressive streak.

"Relax, Honey." Jackie had said, as she burrowed her fingers into Kennedy.

 The red-head poked around inside until she found Kennedy's spot. Kennnedy
groaned and grunted as she focused closely on Jackie actions. She had never
heeded like this to Miranda. Kennedy allowed Jackie to push her to the
point. Kennedy came in a sharp wave. Exploding like she never had
before. Jackie was good.

 Kennedy was shocked and wildly thrilled by this new revelation. Just as
she was basking in the afterglow, that is when Miranda came knocking at the
front door. This leads us back to Kennedy closing the door on Miranda and
crawling back into bed with Jackie.

"What are you thinking about?" Jackie had asked.

"Nothing, really." Kennedy answered as she thought about her ex. After a
long moment of thinking about Miranda's cheating she asked, "Should I
forgive my ex? Like, take her back?"

"That's hard to say." Jackie responded. "Depends on how much you still love
her."

"I'm sorry, but I think I still do love her."

"It's fine. If you decide to go back to her, I'll understand."

"You're too sweet."

 The next day Miranda sat at the lakefront with her best friend Toby. As
they ate lunch, which they had bought from a vendor, Miranda explained what
had happened the day before. At the end of Miranda's story, Toby shook his
head and asked, "Why are you so concerned with this other girl Kennedy is
seeing?"

"I should show you, rather than tell you. Promise you won't tell anyone
else."

"I swear."



        With that Miranda drove Toby, in her company Lincoln Town car, to
south Clark. They parked down and across the street from a small tattoo
parlor.

"Isn't this where Kennedy works?" Toby asked when he realized his
surroundings.

"Yeah." Miranda answered as she glanced at her watch. "The girl comes to
meet Kennedy at around this time."

"How do you know that?"

"Don't ask." Miranda responded as she kept her focus on the parlor. "Look!
There they are."

 Toby observed Kennedy walking out of the tattoo parlor, just as Jackie
pulled up to the place. Toby saw the two hug and kiss on the lips just as
the red-haired girl met Kennedy at the door of the parlor. Kennnedy and the
girl then sauntered down the street, holding hands.

"So you're jealous?" Toby asked Miranda, as he watched Kennedy with the
attractive girl. Though he was absolutely gay, Toby could tell the red-head
Kennedy was with was very hot.

"No. Disturbed." Miranda answered as she too watched her ex and the redhead
make their way down the block.

"What?"

"That's the girl I had been cheating with!"

"Wait. What?! The girl you cheated with?"

"Yes."

"B-but how?"

"I don't know, but apparently the girl has no idea Kennedy and I are
connected."

"And Kennedy does know you cheated with that girl?"

"Yes."

"Oh my."

"So what do you think?"

"I believe she's trying to prove something to herself."

 Indeed Kennedy was trying to make sense out of Miranda's
unfaithfulness. She wanted to try and understand why Miranda did what she
had done. By sleeping with Jackie, Kennedy hoped to find the reason why her
ex cheated on her. In the end Kennedy found nothing. What had happened
between Miranda and Jackie was left to be unknown.

 The day after Kennedy confronted her now ex-girlfriend, Miranda met Jackie
at the very cafe where they had met. Jackie noticed Miranda did not have
that tantalizing sparkle in her brown eyes, as Miranda had always
sported. Miranda appeared drained and excreted guilt. Ten to fifteen
minutes of a forced conversation, Jackie sat up as though suddenly
shocked. The green-eyed redhead peered closely at Miranda before asking,
"You have a girlfriend, don't you?"

 It was Miranda's turn to be surprised. She cleared her throat and
nodded. Jackie sighed before saying, "Of course. The really cute ones
always do."

"I'm sorry-"

"You know, maybe I should take my friends advice. I shouldn't go for the
really attractive girls."

"I've never done anything like this. I didn't mean to harm you."

"Does she know? She knows, doesn't she?"

"Yeah." All Miranda could do was look down at her cup of coffee.

"So she knows what I look like?"

"Perhaps. I'm so sorry."

"Do I have 'whore' written all over me? You know, I've never had a
girlfriend. Girls seem worse than boys and I've never been with a guy."

"Its not your fault."

 Jackie exhaled again, then gathered her Juicy Couture bag to leave. As she
laid a five dollar tip on the table, Jackie stood and said, "I'm not a
stupid girl." Then turned and walked out of the cafe, seeing the last of
Miranda. Indeed Jackie was not a stupid girl. She had actually worked at a
adult film production to pay her way through school. No one Jackie had ever
slept with, besides her friend Bronwyn, had taken the effort to learn more
about her. They just assumed her as a sex object. Jackie did not look like
a 4.0 science student, but she was.

 Jackie never had learned about Kennedy's intentions, but that was all for
the better. In the months that followed the event of she and Kennedy
finally having sex, the two girls eventually decided on just being
friends. Though the two had come to this conclusion, they had sex for about
two months later before settling on just being friends. Miranda eventually
disappeared from Kennedy's life, moving to a different state. Losing
contact was the best for both of them.

 This situation is proof that words of secrets are that powerful. Just a
few can tangle more than one person's life. This happens everyday. These
repercussions we try to avoid. However, painful secrets are impossible to
live without.