Changing Sides at the Gloryhole 2 – Lovers Tiff

Changing Sides at the Glory hole
Part 2
Lovers Tiff

As Lana pulled up into the parking space of her flat that she shared with her girlfriend Ivy, she felt the nerves begin to kick in. She was terrified. So scared of what Ivy was going to say. She’d spent the entire journey home thinking about how much of a good time she’d had at the gloryhole that she hadn’t even thought about how Ivy would feel about her sucking off and fucking a bunch of random guys.

She climbed out the car, locked the door, and made her way up two flights of stairs to her flat. Apartment 3c. She slid her key in the door as quietly as humanly possibly, gently turned it, and slowly eased the door open. She tiptoed inside and noiselessly shut the door behind her. She slipped her shoes off by the front door and carefully turned to step inside the flat.

“Where have you been?” Came a soft sleepy voice.

Lana jumped. “I was trying not wake you.”

Ivy chuckled. “Fair enough,” she replied, “how come you’re so late?”

Lana hadn’t even thought about her response, “I had to stop at the services” she blurted.

“Oh…” Ivy looked confused, “okay.”

All of a sudden Lana began to feel the guilt of what she’d done. It wrenched her stomach in knots and she couldn’t speak. She tried to say something, anything to her loving girlfriend, but the words just wouldn’t come.

Her conscience wrestled itself, debating whether or not to tell her.

“Ivy…” She began..

“Yeah baby?” Ivy replied, wiping the sleep from her eyes.

She stared at Ivy… her mind racing, ‘What the fuck have I done’ she thought to herself. ‘I can’t believe what I did.’

“What’s up babe?” Ivy pressed her for an answer.

Lana walked further into the flat and slumped on the sofa… Ivy was now beginning to worry. She walked over and sat beside her. She clutched Lana’s hand in hers.

“What’s wrong my beautiful? You can tell me anything.” She said with a smile on her face. This only made it harder for Lana.

Lana felt a single tear begin to trail her cheek. “I’m so sorry.”

Ivy’s smile vanished, instantly replaced with panic. “What? Why?”

After a long silence Lana told Ivy the whole story.

Ivy’s face was white as a sheet, he eyes filled to the brim with tears. Her stomach was doing somersaults, she had to run to the bathroom.

Lana felt even worse at the sound of Ivy retching from the other room. She clenched her toes in the carpet, trying to relax, but it wasn’t happening, she couldn’t believe what she had done, and neither could Ivy.

The toilet flushed, and a door slammed. Lana didn’t see Ivy again that night. She didn’t even move from her spot on the sofa, rooted in place by the guilt of her betrayal. She didn’t sleep. She spent the entire night with tears rolling down her cheeks, unable to believe what she had done. Unable to believe the fact that she had been so okay with it at the time.

As the sun shone through the living room window, Lana heard movement from the bedroom. Her head cocked up, and Ivy walked into the room, but straight through into the kitchen. Lana’s head lowered back to face the floor. She stared at her feet as she tried clenching the carpet with her toes again. The fear was gone, all that was left was the guilt, the shame.

Ivy walked back into the living room with a bowl of cereal and glared at Lana, she didn’t eat from it. Just held it in her hand. Lana sat still staring at the floor, unable to look her girlfriend in the face. Ivy’s lips parted to say something, but then she stopped. She dropped her bowl onto the side table making Lana jump.

“How the fuck does something like that happen?” Her tone demanded a response.

“I don’t know,” replied Lana sheepishly, “it just did.”

“Did you not think about it? About how it would affect us?” Her voice was beginning to break through anger and sadness.

Lana didn’t know how to respond, “I…” she stopped.

“You what?” Ivy snapped.

Silence.

“Do you have anything to fucking say to me?”

Lana could only manage “I’m sorry.”

“I cannot fucking believe you. You… I…” Ivy felt sick again and had to stop talking.

Lana stood up from the sofa and walked towards her, she put her hand on Ivy’s shoulder but Ivy just stepped back. She raised a hand.

“No, don’t come near me.” Her other hand covered her mouth, trying to stop herself from gagging.

Lana looked at Ivy, “Why don’t you come with me?