She is the one - Chapter 19 from jashley13 - Sex Stories

She is the one - Chapter 19 from jashley13

... come close. Fucking hell… Wiping my face with my arm, I took a deep breath and tried to reorient myself. I was awake. Not in the ocean. No monster. No threat. Just… Kayla. I leapt up, risking head-rush that slammed into me the second I was on my feet, and seized my phone. No message. Of course. What the hell was I supposed to expect after disobeying her wishes? Forget about her forgiving me today. I’ll probably be spending this Christmas single. And it was supposed to be our first Christmas… I threw my phone down on my bed and started pacing, beating my hands together. How could I make this right? I’d already broken the rules by talking to her so what if I could…I could what? What the hell was I going to do to make this right? She was pissed at me and doing something would just make it worse. Tara said she would talk to Kayla. God, I hoped that would make a difference. As if hearing me, there was a knock on my door and I heard Tara’s voice: “Jack? Can I come in?” “Hang on,” I replied, throwing on a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt. “Okay, you can come in.” Tara opened the door, already dressed for the day in a thick sweater and long johns. Okay, dressed for the day around the house. She looked at my face and grimaced in sympathy. “Nothing from Kayla?” I shook my head sadly. “Nothing. Amanda said I should just give her time.” I frowned. “How did you know Kayla wasn’t talking to me?” “Well, unless you didn’t tell her…” She looked at my face again. “I can tell you did. ...

... Besides, Amanda talked to me.” “Yeah. Thank God she’s not going to tell anyone, huh?” “No kidding,” Tara said, shuddering, “Your parents would kill me.” “Right after me. They’d make it slow.” She smiled wanly. “Well, we don’t have to worry about them. Sorry I didn’t talk to you after you got home yesterday.” “Yeah, well…I didn’t exactly make myself social.” She walked over to my bed and sat down. “How are you feeling? Like, I know that’s kind of dumb to ask, but I wanna know.” “Like shit,” I said, shrugging, “My girlfriend’s pissed at me and she doesn’t want me talking to her so I’ve got no clue how long she’s going to keep me in communication quarantine.” I looked out the window. “I don’t even want to do anything. I just wanna stay in here and wait for her to message me.” “Even if you’re waiting all day?” “Yeah.” She stood up. “No pouting,” she said sternly, “You gotta stop this.” “Tara, my freaking girlfriend might be breaking up with me. I think I’ve earned the right to pout a little bit.” “Yeah, if you’re some regular Joe Shmoe from Who-Gives-A-Fuck-sville. Jack, I get it. She’s your first girlfriend—” “Only girlfriend,” I replied, remembering saying the exact same thing to Carson yesterday. “—Okay, only girlfriend. It’s the first time you’ve had a serious problem. I get that. Jesus, I’ve dated more than a few assholes. They’ve put me in communication quarantine.” I looked up in surprise. “They did not.” “Oh, yes they did. It sucked. After a while, I realized they were assholes ...