Storm of emotions

Standing there in the living room the feminized Bailey felt as if he had a gallon of emotions that were **** into a half gallon pot. Overful to the point of massive spillage, overwhelmed just wasn’t a big enough word to describe his inner turmoil. Looking out at nothing, past the naked man in front of him Bailey’s mind didn’t run a million miles a second. He didn’t jump from one thought to another or dwell on what happened now or what happened before. His mind was just so full that it all kind of compressed together in this white mental noise that left Bailey’s green eyes glazed over.

Sliding his tongue around in his mouth, Bailey’s jaw moved slightly as he both felt and tasted Derrick Connors cum like one might do to try and savor the taste of a good meal. In the high heel wearing man’s case it was more like one might keep touching a sore tooth with your tongue, the pain there but unable to leave it alone. Touching a sore tooth like that wouldn’t make the pain go away, just like it didn’t change his disgust. That was when Derrick’s voice bellowed out in a command.

“Go, go to your room.”

The deep voice made Bailey’s body jump slightly, startled back to reality, the weight of everything crashing into him like a wave. Lip quivering and eyes welling up with tears he turned to run, while his chest started to heave and the tears coming free from his eyes, running down his face. “I.. I… I didn’t…” He couldn’t even bring himself to bring to words what had just happened, how he didn’t want to do it, let alone to Derrick. Instead, Bailey fled to the guest bedroom, shoving it closed hard enough that it slammed as he leaped onto the bed and buried his face in a pillow. The hormones raging through his body he found himself, not for the first time unable to control his emotions like most younger teen girls as they went through puberty.

“Great.” Derrick said to himself after making the teen girl run off in tears. With a shake of his head, hands covering his privates he made his way back into the apartment’s master bedroom. He was reasonably confused and frustrated but making someone run off crying didn’t exactly make him feel like a big man. No, it just made him feel like a heel. ‘Was Bailey hiding and came out when… Why is Candace here?’ There were just so many facets of what transpired that he just wasn’t able to wrap his head around things, so once he had some privacy and started to get his clothes back on, he took a few deep breaths. With both his boxers on and his pants he sat down on the edge of the large bed, waiting for his girlfriend to come in so they could figure out what was going on and how to handle this.

While inside the apartment the two went into separate rooms, outside Amanda tried to console Candi, holding her tight for almost a full minute before she stepped back but staying close enough to still keep her hands on the teen’s biceps. “I am not sure what is going on here, but I bet you have an idea.” Amanda said, trying to look the girl in the eye unsuccessfully as she averted her gaze. Keeping her gaze firmly on the platinum blonde she let the silence be her weapon.

Candi felt the presence of the taller woman, not just her hands. She could pull away easy enough, Bailey’s mom wasn’t even gripping her. Fight or flight response had been something that ran through her, but fighting wasn’t an option and now that Ryan was gone the option to flee was also off the table. She wasn’t one to run from her problems, but she had just seen her father naked, not naked, naked. Candi corrected herself, the furniture had been in the way of her seeing anything other than the fact he hadn’t had a shirt on and she had seen that many times. The thing was, she knew he was naked and knew her bestie had just given him a blow job and her mind did not want to put any type of light on the subject, let alone a spot like on it, like the woman touching her wanted. So, Candi’s green eyes flicked up to meet her blue ones for just a heartbeat before looking away and giving her a single shoulder shrug.

“Okay.” Amanda nodded, finally getting some sort of response. “We are going to go inside.” She tried to have a balance of gentleness and firmness in her voice and wasn’t sure she had managed it when she stepped back and Candi stayed where she was. Stretching her neck, she looked up at the concrete ceiling of the apartment hallway, wishing she didn’t always have to be the adult. She had so many questions and freaking out after seeing Bailey… it was just an incredible amount for her to deal with while still having to be the one to get things done. Amanda felt for the girl, she couldn’t imagine walking in on her parents having sex, let alone her father with another woman, and that other woman being one of her friends. “Candi, I will make sure the coast is clear, but you have to come inside now.”

With only the trench coat keeping her modesty Amanda very much felt the desire to get inside, despite the fact that no one else was around and that she had worn dresses in her time the covered less and if her hunch was right… The same could be said for the young Connors. Lucky for her the teen didn’t resist her, nor was there anyone in the living room. Amanda would have told the girl to have a seat on the couch, but she didn’t even want to look in her red sofa’s direction. So she pulled out a chair at her small table, offering it to her. “Would you like to tell me what is going on?”

Candi shook her head at the question, her lips puckering and pushed off to the side as she made a face before putting voice to her thoughts. “I’m like, not even sure I know.” Swallowing her own saliva she finally met the older woman’s gaze without shifting under it. “I mean, like really.”

‘She knows something.’ Amanda thought the confusion on the girl's face was as easy to read as the guilt. “You are an earnest young woman, I can tell you have something to tell me about what is going on tonight.” Amanda paused, she had almost said girl, but considering the topic of their conversation and how teens always felt, it didn’t seem like a good choice of verbiage to use. “Think on what you want to tell me, while you do so I would like you to make some tea. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes.” The normally excited girl said somberly.

Amanda wanted to press her on what she was wearing, or not wearing under her coat, but felt it would be best to put on some clothes herself. Knowing if she asked now the teen girl might turn the question around. Amanda knew she was the adult here, she didn’t have to explain her actions, but one didn’t truly win battles with teenagers while looking like a hypocrite. Or so she thought she had learned from her sister's mistakes with Becky. “You do that, I am going to go back in the bedroom and talk about your father, please stay out here.” She glanced over to the shut door to Bailey’s room. “After that I will speak with Bailey and then… We can talk before I go speak with Bailey.” She felt like some diplomat, having to run from one person to the next to get the truth on what happened in some scandal. This was the real world though and she was caught up in a relationship altering event.

Stepping away from the table she walked back to her bedroom, all while emotionally turned around enough that she didn’t know what way was north. Putting her hand on the center of her door Amanda closed her eyes, before bending slightly forward to do the same with her forehead while her other hand touched the doorknob. ‘What am I going to do?’ Thoughts and arguments went through her mind along with anger and anguish. Unsure of what she really was going to do, what she was going to say she opened her door, stepped in before gently closing the door behind her.

The brown-haired man sitting on her bed in front of her didn’t look like someone at peace, more like someone that was haunted, but still, she couldn’t help some of that anger running around in her from reaching her lips. “How dare you.” She started, the man’s eyes looking up to her with a start. “You let my daughter…” Amanda wasn’t done talking, but referring to Bailey as such was odd, she knew the truth and yet part of her at least felt like Derrick had taken advantage of her daughter. Bailey was a grown man, her boyfriend and that tiny little fact just played havoc with her mind as it battled with how she felt.

Bailey wasn’t innocent in this, but she didn’t feel the same betrayal there, it didn’t feel like they had cheated and that just highlighted to her how their relationship had morphed. Megan had told her about how Bailey really felt, and she still couldn’t really solidify that with the Bailey she knew, the Bailey who had shared a bed with her. That thought was there, at the same time she couldn’t separate the girl she had been spending time with. The girlish squeals of laughter that had come from Bailey, how she had helped bake a pie with the help of her sister. Sign after sign looked clearer to her with how Bailey acted and the stories she heard. Stories from Megan, stories from Derrick that he heard from his daughter. Bailey Andrew Smith felt just as real as Bailey Ann Best and holding onto both at the same time made her feel truly uneasy. Either way it didn’t change what Derrick had done, he had cheated on her and she was furious.

Reaching up Derrick pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes briefly. The woman he loved was standing there, not raising her voice, but her tone was sharp enough to cut. He couldn’t put himself in her position, he wasn’t even fully sure what his current position was. “Mandy…”

“Don’t you Mandy me.” Amanda spit back, every muscle in her body tight. She didn’t want to yell at him, she wanted answers and felt the strong desire to just sit and cry. Once upon a time when she was young her own mother had told her she was a crybaby. It wasn’t a great thing for a parent to tell their daughter, but she let Megan speak up for her often, to fight her battles. It was something passing that she had grown out of before her adolescence was done, but her mother's words always stuck with her. Intellectually she knew it was okay to cry, it was a healthy response. Being emotional, or even appearing to be made life difficult in the corporate world when she was trying to rise up, be a leader in the boys' club at Mega Corp. So, she would put it aside for now like she had done so many times before. Crying was fine, but it wasn’t productive in the moment. “You let a teenager…”

Grimacing for a moment before schooling his face, Derrick stood up so that he could be on the same level as his girlfriend. “I was blindfolded.” He said trying to speak in an even voice, his own remorse not able to be hidden as he spoke.

“You couldn’t tell the difference between me and Bailey!” A man, her lover not being able to tell the difference between herself and another man would have hurt Amanda a great deal, but even as she said Bailey’s name his male gender didn’t register.

Moving his arms to gently touch the upset beautiful blonde, Derrick gave her a small but present smile. His desire to ease her burden at the forefront of his mind as his own emotions on what happened raged inside of him like a storm. “I was in the dark, blind folded.” He added on to his last statement. While his voice was mostly even the same couldn’t be said for his internal monologue. ‘Why couldn’t you tell? You should have known… I should have known.’

“You!” Amanda started to say before, her voice halting when she heard the must calmer voice than hers kept speaking.

“I. I should have known.”

Almost like it was an echo Amanda mostly repeated his words, her voice filling with more anguish than rage. “You should have known.”

“I should have known.” Derrick repeated, feeling incredibly guilty.

“You should have…” Amanda started to say as the wave of her conflicting emotions and thoughts crashed like a wave, tears coming to her eyes as she threw herself forward into her boyfriend's arms. Pressing her face into his shoulder as she cried into him, her resolving breaking and the tears she attempted to put to the side broke her internal dam. She was so mad at him… she wanted to be so mad at him, to have someone to blame, someone else to blame. All while her thoughts went to her own actions, how she would never have done something like this before. Amanda knew that she had done nothing wrong, but things had still gone wrong. She could start a sentence with just about anyone's name. Bailey-Derrick-Candace… herself should have… blank. She wasn’t sure what that blank was only that there was blame to go around. Bailey wasn’t supposed to be home, she was supposed to be out with Candi and Candi shouldn’t have been showing up with her boyfriend and most likely dressed… she could only assume dressed for a sexual time. Despite Derrick being blindfolded she couldn’t believe he didn’t know it wasn’t her and through all of it Amanda knew she played her own part in the debacle.

So, Amanda cried while the man she had been verbally attacking held her in his arms and let her weep into him.