<div class="floatright">(http://i1324.photobucket.com/albums/u608/Voikala/Pretty%20Things/tumblr_med7g981d61rattmpo1_500_zpsd9068c32.jpg)</div><br/>Amanda had been invited by her best friend to take a week, escape the horrible confines of piecing together enough income to survive--she loved her major, she just hated that the current job market meant that despite having a Master's Degree in Lit, she got to spend her time asking if she could help customers find a book or answering phones to help people solve their credit woes. At least, in the bookstore, she could put some of her knowledge to work and actually make helpful suggestions when customers asked. Thought of a week with Leanna and Rebecca had been enough to get her through the past few days.<br/><br/>The truth of the matter, though, was that she was nervous. She had been Leanna's. Even when they were not "on," she'd been Leanna's. She'd considered herself Leanna's from the very first time the woman had slammed her against a wall. She had been the one to comfort Leanna with a bare ass over her lap or a skilled tongue after a bad date or a break up, or sometimes even a fight with whomever she might have been dating at the time. She'd been the one to be called over at any hour because Leanna was frustrated or just needed her feet rubbed. She always figured Leanna would eventually make that real--but then she'd gone and married Rebecca after barely dating the younger woman. Even then, Amanda was Leanna's, standing beside her, smiling, forcing herself to hide her own hurt to make Leanna happy.<br/><br/>The idea of seeing the two of them, happy, left Amanda conflicted. She was happy for Leanna. She wanted Leanna to be happy. She just still wished that happy involved her kneeling at her feet.<br/><br/>She had spent the entirety of the drive, talking herself through her frustration. Reminding herself that at least she was still a part of Leanna's life, still her best friend.<br/><br/>Pulling into the driveway, Amanda took a deep breath before getting out and grabbing her suitcase with her clothes for the week and her purse. She was dressed simply, in an attempt to avoid temptation. A flowy skirt that feel to her knees with dark stockings under it, and even under that a pair of "Granny Panties" to force her to behave. Her blouse was chosen to still accentuate her breasts but without putting them in anyone's face. She did, after all, want to look good. Her hair was braided tightly in what Leanna used to call a handle, which was, perhaps, the only reminder she wore of what she'd lost and still wanted. She wore kitten heels, not adding a lot of height to her 5'4" frame, but she never liked feeling taller than Leanna.<br/><br/>She knocked an then opened the door, Leanna's instructions had been to let herself in. When she did, she felt like she'd been slapped in the face. Had she been invited just to have the fact that someone else made Leanna happy thrown at her? She bit her lip as she watched Leanna, her eyes widening as she realized that this was not just an impromptu love session, but that Leanna submitted to Rebecca. Maybe that explained why she had not been good enough. "Um, I could drive around the block a few twenty times..."