Samantha now sat closer than an arm reach from Harley again with the deer caught in the headlights look. Harley instantly realized what she had just done she had become an emotional summoned plundering down onto her friend. The thoughts in Harley’s head seeing that unleashed a flood of emotion within her fear was the biggest and driving force of her torrent of feelings. Rushing along with-it washing Harleys hopes away was guilty and anger.
Harley dove forward to the side of Samnatha her face driving into one of the pillows yelling into it oh god what have I done. The silent moments between them drug on seeming to last near an eternity. Not another word was spoken between them as Samantha slowly laid down her back to Harley. Much of the was a sleepless examination of the night before and thoughts of how things would be dealt with the next dy.
The next day Harley was certain that Samantha would want nothing to do with her now know that she was the main character in Harley’s erotic lesbian dreams. So as not the cause further embarrassing waves one that would later Harley’s own parents to the fact that their daughter wasn’t quite the daughter they thought she was nor would she be providing them the grand children they foresaw. Harley was going to tell them but hopefully that wouldn’t be now or in a way that would surely cause a rift between the families.
Samantha’s mental gears that normal operated like a fine-tuned race car engine were now churring like the wheel of old-time steam engine. Slow to turn and constantly slipping on the rails of reality. For her part Samantha wasn’t sure of what to say to Harley or how to approach her. The tense silent distancing between them went on for most of the day until that evening at dinner when Harley’s father asked “What is up with you two. Normally you two are walking or scooting from one spot to another giggling or teasing Robert. Today you are saying less to each other than anger married couple. So, what’s going on?”
The two girls both felt all the blood in their bodies drop into their feet Harley envisioning the maelstrom that would explode when her parents heard what Samantha could tell them.
They slowly turned to each other both of with a face that was pleading with the other for an answer. “Well?” Harley’s father making use of the word as a way to ask his question again.
It was Samantha that gave answer to his question, “It is just a girl thing about college” Samantha said hoping that the girl that had always been her wingman was still willing to take on that role. The few seconds of Samantha’s answer had given Harley the time she needed and the foundation on which to build the lie she was going to be telling to cover a truth that she and hopefully Smantha didn’t want exposed. “Ya dad she is going off to school and just won’t get that I don’t want to go. Even if we were roommates I don’t want to leave home.” As her father listened then gave to what he had just been told not wanting to give fuel to this fire which he had learned after years of being married isn’t as easy thing to do when dealing with the opposite sex. It was Harley’s mother that spoke giving the girls that knowing sort of motherly smile. “I hope it isn’t something that you two can’t get past you have been such good friends.”
Samantha felt a wave of relief pour through her First checking making sire her back when two seeming to have covered their lack of interactions. But Harley wasn’t as sure something told her that her mother was not completely accepting the excuse she had been given, and Theo Harley felt certain that she would be giving a fuller a more complete explanation of herself and her life choices to her mother she did feel a bit of relief that it wasn’t now.
The rest of the evening didn’t bare the same burden of tension the morning and afternoon had. It was with the verbale prodding of Harley’s parents that everyone went off to bed. The normal routines of both girls to ready themselves for bed had turned into ballet of errors one awkwardly running to the other and such.
First checking to make sure her back was to Harley Samantha reached up for the clasp of the bra she wore. But her fingers paused before undoing the hooks should she remove it is that going to give Harley ideas? As Samantha mind provided her the answer Samantha was unhooking her bra letting, they should straps pass down her arms releasing her 36 B globes of firm flesh. Hear in her head her own answer as to if she should wear her bra. Harley has felt this way about me and hasn’t done anything and it’s too hot to sleep in it.
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