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Talice Lovers: Chapter 3

“I’m sorry, “she gently says looking into her eyes.
“Yeah, I’m sorry too, “Tasha says staring back at her their eyes remained locked in this glance for a moment until she raises up on her elbows and meets Alice with a kiss. What began as an apologetic kiss grew into one of their deep, soulful, meaningful kisses. Tasha is sits up completely now with Alice wrapped in her arms as they begin to re-connect. Tasha began unbuttoning Alice clothes continuing to deep kiss her as the closeness gets them hotter and hotter. They finally break from one another lips for a moment and Alice starts kissing Tasha’s neck.
“You know, I left the war back in Iraq I don’t want to bring it home with me, “she says in between soft moans in anticipation for some much needed makeup sex.
It’s about two hours later and Simone sits in an upscale bar in DC, running those words over and over in her head, “I’m in love with Alice, “as she sips her second Long Island Ice Tea. There was no denying it she knew she messed up big time now she was plotting on a way to win Tasha’s friendship back.
”I’ll give her time and space I was always good at that,” she says to herself. As she reasons things out in her mind it reminded her of how they would fight and then be back in each other’s arms after some time away. The only difference now she realizes she’s going to have to settle for a different ending other than the one she’d initially planned. When she would mess up she would send Tasha flowers after a couple of days and requested ”If Ever Your In My Arms Again” by Peabo Bryson on the college late night old school radio show. Tasha would purposely stay up late knowing inevitably that Simone would make the request in an attempt to make things right between them. Sometimes she would steal her motorcycle because she knew Tasha pushed the limit on the gas returning it to her with a full tank of gas. To add the icing on the cake Simone would come by at night, they’d make love, with Simone making all the right moves in bed. Those were the kind of things Tasha liked and enjoyed.
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sad touching-great story
Thanks for reading!