The Family Pet Ch. 03

After she had seen Taylor go, that moment of clarity had disappeared and suddenly she was back to drunk Amy again. She felt her back pressed against the wall of the alley and his crotch grinding into hers. Did she want to do this? She didn't know. This whole mess had started with Taylor fucking a guy. So fuck it, she was going to fuck one too.

Fumbling, she undid his belt and pulled his trousers down slightly. He kissed her neck clumsily, trying to suck her flesh in sensually but just making a mess of it, horrible slopping noises. She was drifting in and out of extreme inebriation as she reached down and grabbed his package, a little too hard as he jumped back and swore.

Taking control himself, he grabbed his fleshy tiny pink cock and gave it a few soft yanks, it stirring to life. Amy looked at it with a mixture of intrigue and disgust. There was little arousal. Give me a strap-on any day. Unceremoniously he leaned in again, pressing it against her skirt. She almost instinctively jumped back but her back just hit the wall. She supposed she had better lift her skirt, more to stop it staining with his pre-cum than to give him entry but when she did he pushed her black knickers to one side and jammed his small member in.

Amy felt it go in but it didn't fill her. She wasn't enjoying it even though she'd initiated it, not that this idiot knew. He was just doing what he had been told to do. He went to kiss her again but she turned her face away and he slobbered on her neck, pumping little strokes in and out of her. It was all he could muster.

It was all over as quickly as she could have hoped for. It was probably less than ten strokes when he staggered back and unzipped his jeans as quickly as possible. Amy just stood against the wall, white liquid dribbling down her legs, soiling her insides. She let her skirt fall down. Right there and then, she seemed to see the whole scene from afar for the first time. What was she doing? She had just fucked someone she didn't know. In an alley. A guy! She had a girlfriend. Shit, she had had a girlfriend.

Taylor... fuck, she had to find Taylor? He tried saying a few words to her, but as soon as she looked decent, Amy pushed him out the way and staggered off, tripping at one point, then regaining her balance. There was a cab parked up outside the club waiting to take people and she nearly ran over to it in her heels.

Just as she was right by it, her heel snapped and she tripped again, falling to her hands and knees just short of the cab. The door opened instantly and a fat, old wheezy driver climbed out helping her up.

'You want a cab, honey?'

Amy just nodded, the tears back now and he carefully helped her into the back seat. She gave him the directions then asked for the divider up. When she was all alone with only her thoughts, she broke down, kicking her heels off and assuming the foetal position on the back seat, sobbing and thinking of everything that Taylor had said.

Taylor knew her so well and had honed in expertly on all her insecurities. As upset as she was, she knew she deserved it. She knew Taylor could be possessive yet she pushed her to the point of violence over some silly worry of hers over something that happened years ago. How old am I, twelve? She had acted like a drunk child tonight, not someone who had just graduated and moved in with her partner.

'Go back to England, or keep the apartment, I don't want to be there and I don't want to be with you.'

The words haunted her, echoing through her thoughts. Would Taylor be there when she got in? She hoped so. If she was, maybe she could crawl under the covers and they could just hold each other and everything would be alright. Everything IS going to be alright, she told herself.

She's going to be at home. Our home, just wait and see. She would apologise for everything and tell her about what happened in the alley and explain how awful she had felt all evening from insecurity. All she could pray was that Taylor would find it in her to forgive her. The car slowed to a halt. She reached her into her bag and just shoved a twenty into his hand, it was all she had then got out.

She walked up to the door at a pace. It was raining now and she wanted to get into the dry, the warm bed where Taylor hopefully would be. Hopefully she had got a cab too. If she was walking, she would get soaked. Finding her keys, she managed to prise the door open and came inside from the drizzle.

She went up to her floor and let herself in. The tiny main room was a mess from the party which had been hastily abandoned for the club. The lights were all off. It seemed like no-one was home. All that was left was the bedroom. Amy slowly walked over and tentatively pushed the door open. It was pitch black but maybe Taylor was sleeping. She was too drunk to be aware of much. She kicked off her shoes quietly and climbed into bed fully dressed. She reached out to Taylor's side of the bed but her hand just fell down on empty air. She was alone and single and worst of all, some stranger's semen still inside her.

Amy cried herself to sleep.

***

The bar door slammed open and Sarah sighed but didn't look. Could they not read the closed sign?

'Sorry, I was just about to lock up.' A familiar voice came back at her, a voice she had dreamt of a fair few times with a wetness between her legs when she woke up, although now that strong voice was wobbly and laced with doubt.

'Strip now, slut.'

Sarah looked up, astonished. She hadn't seen Taylor in months. Since that English girl had come onto the scene, Taylor had become a one-woman gal for a change. Sarah had been disappointed but understood, and had not seen here since then. Her barging in drunk at this hour, when it looked like she had been crying, was probably not good. She paused a little before speaking but Taylor barked at her instead.

'Come on, strip. On your knees for your mistress. I want you to eat me.'

Her concerns were overridden by the submissive, horny beast within her and she just nodded. She ran over to the door first and locked it so no-one could disturb them, then threw off her white T-shirt and unclasped her yellow bra. She slid out of her jeans and hungrily fell to her knees in front of Taylor, who had hopped up onto the bar. Sarah gave a little tug on her jeans, but Taylor didn't budge.

'Erm... I kinda need you out of these Miss Tay...'

Taylor nodded, seemingly only half there, and Sarah thought she heard her sniff. Still she lifted her ass up slightly and let Sarah pull them down. Sarah went to work straight away, yanking down her black thong and kissing her lips. But something didn't feel right. Taylor's legs weren't spread and ready. She was cold and uninviting. Her thighs seemed tense. And there was something else. She looked up into Taylor's eyes, which were glazed over with tears.

'Erm... Taylor, you're not wet?'

Instantly, she knew this had been a mistake. She was clearly in no state to know what she wanted and Sarah knew that now. She stood up and pulled Taylor's thong back up. The younger blonde didn't snap back any commands. When she looked up and saw Sarah looking at her worriedly, she saw her as more than a submissive. Sarah didn't see her as her young mistress either. She'd have to be a friend tonight.

'Hey, hey, come here.'

Sarah opened her arms and Taylor jumped off the desk and fell into a hug. Sarah gripped her and stroked her hair. She felt now guilty now for what was probably taking advantage before. She knew how devoted to Amy Taylor was, and something must have really floored if she was coming here feebly demanding some revenge sex. She was nearly ten years older, she should have picked up on that. She led Taylor over to her booth and sat her down.

'There there, it's going to be alright. Let's get you a big glass of water.'

She walked over to the bar and poured her one then came back over, sitting opposite her and taking her hand sympathetically over the table. Sarah listened as Taylor poured her heart out. She told her everything while she tried to stop the tears.

She told her how Amy had got upset about Dan but she hadn't really thought anything of it. How Amy had acted funny all night. How Amy had danced with some guy and kissed him. How she'd laid that dick out with one punch and then got kicked out. With some shame, she recounted all the awful things she'd said then in anger but emphasised to Sarah that she hadn't meant any of it. How Amy had taken the guy off to fuck him, she'd said. How she'd stumbled here drunk in the rain, as she had nowhere to sleep.

The whole thing was a mess. In the end, she just slumped down on the table, head in her arms, spent. Sarah stroked her hair and offered some encouraging words. She had only met Amy twice but seeing them together, she was sure that Amy would forgive her. After words of encouragement with no reply, she realised that Taylor had drifted off to sleep. She gave her one last kiss on her forehead and went up to her bed upstairs.

When the May dawn light streamed through the window early in the morning, Taylor woke groggily. Her whole memory was a blur, and her vision was clouded. Was she still tipsy? Where was she? Sarah's bar by the looks of it. Pieces of the puzzle last night were swimming back to her. She had fought with Amy... and come back here. Had she fucked Sarah?

She hoped to God for her relationship's sake that she hadn't. She was still dressed up in all her fancy stuff from the night before. She'd slept in the booth. Her face was still pressed to the table and when she lifted it, a cluster of some sticky substance peeled off. Gross.

Standing up, she slowly moved over to the bar and poured herself a glass of water. As she curled her hand to grip the glass, a pain shot through her knuckles. What had she done there? Fuck, she was hungover. The water refreshed her mouth where it had been dry and crusty. She wondered if Sarah had any aspirin around, her head was pounding. Leaning on the bar, she tried to soothe it with the cool glass but she couldn't stop the memories coming back.

She had punched some random man. Why? That was obviously why her hand hurt. Amy had been holding his hand... maybe? Her body felt bruised. She had been on the floor outside the club, thrown out. Yeah, I was thrown out for punching that dude. Did he try something with Amy? Amy had been holding his hand... was she? Then the biting words came back crystal clear.

'Let's go fuck!' And with that little trigger the whole argument came pouring back. Fuck Amy, why had she been acting like such a child? But then with a pang of guilt, her own horrible words came crawling back.

'It's over. It's over, you whore. I never want to see you again.' A tiny involuntary shudder hit Taylor. Her mind was screaming. Nothing Amy could have done would make her want to end it. They could work it through surely.

'Go back to England!'

Her world seemed to be collapsing in on her, what if she had gone already? Just gone home packed her bags and was in some hotel somewhere, waiting for the next flight. Her demeanour became panicked. Spinning around on the spot, pacing and not knowing what to do, she caught a glimpse of herself in the bar mirror.

Mascara was running all down her cheeks and her eyes looked watery now, like she was on the verge of tears. Hurriedly, she scampered back to the booth to see if she had everything and then back over to the door. She turned the catch but the door stayed locked. She found the latch and turned it, but it was still locked. Frustration bubbling to a head, she pulled the lock with everything she had but it stayed locked.

Her panic levels were hitting the roof and she lost it as the first tear rolled down her cheek, She banged on the door with all her might, probably waking everyone in a mile radius but she hammered away, to no effect. Over the sounds of her tears, she heard someone coming down the stairs. It was Sarah, clearly just out of bed, hair dishevelled in a red robe.

'Taylor, its 7am for Christ's sake.'

Her voice was scolding but her heart was not in it, after last night and her crying now. She gently walked over and pulled Taylor away from the door, brandishing the key from her pocket and holding it up. Taylor stepped back and looked at it, snivelling and thanking her. Sarah unlocked the door and held it open for Taylor. The bright light danced in and Sarah shielded her eyes, turning to give Sarah a few last words of advice.

'You told me what happened last night. Just go find her, tell her you forgive her, that you're sorry, and hopefully she can forgive you too... that's all you can hope for...'

Her face was a half smile, half grimace and didn't fill Taylor with hope. She reached into her robe and pulled out her purse, handing her friend a twenty dollar bill.

'Here, take this and get a cab. You owe me one. Just let me know when you find her.'

Taylor was suddenly struck with a sudden love for her friend who she had always taken for granted. She pulled her into an impromptu hug and held her tight for a good while. When they broke the embrace, Sarah smiled at her comfortingly. Taylor gave her some truly heartfelt thanks and stepped out into the morning, before turning and adding hesitantly.

'Erm... Sarah? Last night, we didn't... did we, you know?' Sarah just gave a knowing smile.

'Nearly.' But just as Taylor was getting worried, she finished. 'Very nearly. But I stopped it before we both did something you'd regret. I miss having you take me Taylor. But I know how into this English bitch you are. I don't want to do anything to come between you. Go get her.'

With one last smile at her friend, Taylor turned and walked out into the cold air. She found a cab and within ten minutes, she was outside her apartment. Once the cab had driven off, she took a deep breath, marshalled her thoughts and walked up the pathway.

When she reached the door, she reached for her keys to realise her dress had no pockets and her key was nowhere to be seen. She obviously had left in the club before she was thrown out. But then, the door swung open and a woman rushed out clearly in a hurry then stopped in a jolt when she saw Taylor. It was Amy.

She looked awful. Like Taylor, she was still in her clothes from the night before, mascara all down her face, even though she'd spent the night here. Her brown locks were messy and all over the place, obviously she had only just woken. She was wearing odd shoes, as if she had literally thrown on anything in her eye line.

They both just stood there for a moment, desperately glad to see the other. When both of them found the courage to speak, the same words came out of both lover's mouths.

'I had to find you.' They looked at each other with coincidental incredulity before a nervous, half-smile played over Amy's lips. Taylor could see fresh tears swimming in Amy's eyes and hesitantly herself, she stepped forward into the building, closer to her love. Amy saw a look of hope and relief on Taylor's face, feelings she shared as she stepped in, coming back towards her.

Slowly, Tay raised her arms in an offered embrace. Amy placed one foot forward and tentatively let Taylor wrap her arms around her. Taylor was gentle at first, gently recovering something she had lost, but as Amy sunk into her chest, she couldn't help grip her with all her might. She had her Amy back. The quiet sounds of tears were emanating from her chest and she pulled back looking Amy in the eye. She sniffed and looked away.

'Taylor... I'm so... it's all my fault. I can't believe I could be so stupid...' Taylor shushed her and tried to calm her confidently but her words just came out an emotional mess.

'Shut up. Shut up... you know I love you, I shouldn't have, Amy just... never do that again.'

Amy nodded, wiping away her tears, tears of happiness.

'I love you... so so much Taylor. I never want to leave here, this apartment, you.'

'Can you forgive me?'

'Forgive YOU? For what, Taylor I'd forgive you anything!'

'I said such awful things... I called you a pathetic whore.' Amy giggled despite her tears.

'You call me a pathetic whore all time in the bedroom.' They both laughed but Taylor pressed on.

'You know what I mean? I was horrible. I don't deserve you...'

'You were only horrible because I was being a bitch. Taylor, I fucked someone else...'

That was hard for Taylor to swallow. This could be make or break for them. But looking Amy, she didn't care what had happened last night as long as she could have her back. They loved each other, they couldn't let one little mistake ruin everything. She just couldn't. Amy hadn't meant it. It hurt more than she could believe and she would probably never forget but Amy was worth the pain. Her decision made, she pulled her back into a tight hug, holding her baby close and whispering in her ear.

'I don't care. I just want you.'

They just stood there motionless for an eternity, holding each other. Nothing else mattered apart from that the heartbreak of the night before had gone and they had everything they wanted right there. When it seemed like they could just fall asleep in each other's arms standing up, the doorbell rang. Irritably, Amy reached out and pulled it open.

'Hey you guys! I left my satin scarf upstairs, mind if I...?' But before Britney could finish her sentence, Amy slammed the door in her face. Laughing, Taylor took her by the hand and led them upstairs to bed. They both slid in and just laid there side by side on the pillow, fingers entwined under the blanket, gazing into each other's eyes, exhausted and just drifting off right there.

Three weeks later, Amy still hadn't got her period...

***

The argument had been in full flow for God knows how long and all Taylor could do was watch.

'So some random guy knocked you up? And now you're getting married? To a dyke? Oh no Amy, this is not OK. What happened to my little ballerina?'

'Dyke? I love Taylor, mum... and I'm a "dyke" as well, don't you dare say that.'

'You've never been into women before and now you go away and meet someone and all of a sudden you've changed...'

'I've always been like this...'

'No, you haven't...'

'Yes. Yes, I have mum. I'm sorry, if you can't grasp it, but I am. And I love Taylor.'

'I promise, I didn't try and corrupt her or anything Joanna...' Taylor intervened but Joanna replied coldly and curtly.

'Its Mrs. Jones to you.' That shut Taylor up. Amy was growing more confident as she grew more angry. 'If the two of you just think you can raise a child with no money, and no home... this isn't playing house, this is real life.'

' Actually, we have a home. And yes, the whole situation is a mess. I would have told you about Taylor after a while, but everything just escalated. I wish I wasn't pregnant but I am. And I just couldn't get rid of it. I was stupid and careless, I know that, and I hate myself for that. But I'm pregnant. That's just a fact now...'

Her voice was getting more defensive, thought Taylor.

'And surely the fact that Taylor has asked me to marry her, has asked me to let her help raise a child she has no connection with shows how much she loves me. And that amount of sheer love, does it matter if it comes from a man or a woman?'

Amy was standing now, indignant. Joanna just sat on the sofa quietly.

'Get out. Just take some money and get a hotel for the night. I need to think about this and I can't with you two dykes under my roof. Just go.'

She thrust out a few twenty pound notes and turned her face, not looking at either of them. Bursting with rage, Amy snatched it from her and pulled Taylor by the hand and out of the door, slamming it behind her. It was raining hard. A black taxi was outside and Amy hailed it. Just then, she heard footsteps behind her and Joanna was running out in the rain, barefoot in her nice dress.