16//Rose- May 30, 1843, Kansas 

“I’m so sorry,” she repeated as if I didn’t hear her the first time. I really wished to run back to Jennifer but something kept me there for a while longer. 

“Nothing is going to suddenly be okay only because you apologized,” I shook my head, kneeling down and cupping my hands to drink some water from the river. 

“Why do you think that I believe everything’s fine?! Because I fucking know I messed up!” I flinched at her sudden swearing.

“Yeah you did! Yeah you messed up! YOU’RE A COMPLETE BITCH! AND IF YOU DON’T CHANGE THAT I’LL NEVER BE YOUR FRIEND!” I yelled out of nowhere, my rage boiling inside of me and spilling out. I threw my hands out to my sides.

“WELL THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?! I HATE THAT YOU HATE ME!” Lydia stepped closer to me, shouting so loud that it echoed across the trees. 

“STOP BEING A BRAIN-BOILED BASTARD!” 

“WELL MAYBE YOU SHOULD STOP OVERREACTING!”

“I’M OVERREACTING?!” 

“YEAH!” 

“FUCK YOU! I DON’T EVEN HATE YOU!” my voice boomed through my pure rage, I wasn’t one to control my emotions or know how to give someone the silent treatment since I broke down at any insult,

“THEN WHY ARE YOU ACTING LIKE THIS?!”

“MAYBE I LOVE YOU!” I shrieked out of nowhere, not even having the time to understand what I just implied. We look there panting, the anger suddenly made me feel butterflies all the way down to the bottom of my stomach

We crashed our lips together and desperately sucked on each other until our mouths were bruised and swollen. I pulled her closer by her waist and she wrapped her arms around my neck, lifting one leg to pull me into her even more. I opened my mouth to moan loudly into her throat, my voice trembling from my almost painful arousal; this made Lydia ever so pleased for she smiled into our passionate kiss. Roughly I grabbed onto the lace of Lydia’s dress, pushing her into a nearby tree to comfortably untie it. Sensually, the young lady sucked onto the tender flesh of my neck so hard that I knew bruises would appear but I was glad to feel any physical contact with Lydia at this moment. 

Without hesitation, I pulled Lydia’s face away from my neck and took her earlobe in my mouth and kissed around her ear, she urgently grabbed onto my back. Kneeling down in front of her, I placed my hands on her legs, making my way up her skirt, her breath hitched and she threw her head back. I enjoyed teasing her, I slowly dragged my fingers along her thigh, feeling her goose skin as her breathing became rigid and uneven. Pecking her thighs, I placed my hands on her hips, she grabbed onto my hair and pulled it. I ripped her apron, “do you wish for me to touch you, Lydia?”  slowly rose up to her ear, sensually whispering into it and making her knees weaken under me. 

“Please,” Lydia whimpered helplessly, pulling me down beside the tree and wrapping her legs around my waist while I knelt down. I chuckled into her lips, kissing her sweetly once again. She pulled on the lace of my apron to take it off, I hummed in compliance, lifting my head for her to suck my neck once more. 

“I love you too,” Lydia mumbled into my neck, I chuckled before unbuttoning my dress and pulling it down to reveal my corset cover. She reached over to touch my breasts, I bit my lip and licked my bottom lip before pulling her into me once more and kissing her lips passionately. I took off my corset and placed both of our aprons in a messy pile near the river before Lydia attacked me in an embrace, her eyes burning with lust and desire. I smirked at her aggression and reached under skirt while she pushed me into a tree opposite the one I held her to earlier. I fell on my back but Lydia protected my neck, smiling and reconnecting our lips. Gently lifting my chemise, she kissed and sucked on my thighs. My lover then laced her fingers around mine and pressed her lips to my clit, making me inhale deeply and exhale shakily. I felt her warm tongue, moving slowly and sensually; I gasped and grabbed a chunk of her long, blonde hair. Lydia retracted and replaced her tongue with two fingers and strummed me like a guitar and smashing her lips into mine once more. 

“Relax your lips, sugar,” Lydia susurrated, I parted my lips to relax them and let her slip her tongue inside of my mouth. Quickening her fingers, Lydia held my head in support as my eyes rolled into the back of my head when she sucked on my neck once more. I cried out in my climax, hanging onto Lydia’s neck. She lowered my chemise and collapsed to my side, burying her face in her hands.

I laid there, panting and having no idea what had just happened, “you’re still a bitch,” I blurted, we exchanged a look and burst into laughter.

“I know,” she told me, we continued laughing, laying on the ground, I reached for her hand and she intertwined our fingers. 

“I’m sorry, can we be friends again?” Lydia flipped on her stomach and sat up, pulling me up with her. 

“Look, Lyds, I forgave you long ago, it’s Mingan you have to ask,” I brushed my thumb down her cheek, she smiled warmly, “besides, I don’t know when we’ll be able to talk with my parents hating yours and that…” I looked off to the river, standing up and grabbing our clothes. 

“I’ll do anything for you, sugar,” she winked at me, I laughed and pecked her lips.