“I never mind when beautiful women make me bacon,” said Jenny, pouring herself a coffee and sitting down at the table.
Juliet blushed and Kezia clicked her tongue. “No hitting on my baby sister, you perv,” she said, giving Juliet a hug.
Jenny laughed. “How are you feeling, Juliet?”
The teenager smiled. “A little better. Thanks for letting me crash on your couch. I mean, you don’t even know me.”
“You’re Kezia’s family. You’re always welcome here,” said Jenny seriously.
Juliet blushed.
“So,” said Kezia, piling pancakes and eggs on her plate, “have you thought about what you want to do, Juliet?”
Juliet swallowed. “I know it’s crazy, but I want to keep her.”
The older women exchanged a glance.
Juliet shook her head. “It’s not that bad, guys. I already have a part time job. I can quit school and—”
“No,” Kezia interrupted. “You are not quitting school, Juliet. That’s where I draw the line. I’ve seen your grades. You’re going to university and that’s final.”
Juliet frowned. “You sound just like Dad.”
Kezia gaped at her younger sister. “I wha—”
“Do you want to go to university, Juliet?” Jenny asked quickly.
Juliet nodded. “Yeah, of course. I want to study history. But I want the baby more.”
Kezia groaned. “Sweetheart, have you even thought about adoption? We could find it a really good home. A home where it’ll be loved and looked after.”
“She’s mine,” Juliet replied. “Or I’m hers. I don’t know. But she’s a part of me. I can’t abandon her.”
“You also can’t waste your life slaving away at a shitty job while you struggle to raise your baby alone,” Kezia argued.
“I wouldn’t be alone. I’d have…I’d have…” Juliet bit her lip. “Jesus, I’d be alone.”
“And take it from me, working the some dead-end job for years on end is no fun,” Kezia said.
Juliet frowned. “I thought you were studying interior design? What happened to that?”
Kezia sighed. “It’s still going. But I don’t want to take out a huge student loan so I’m taking courses part time and working nights. So the four year program is taking…longer than usual.”
“That sucks,” said Juliet. “Can’t you ask D—”
“No,” said Kezia. “I can’t ask Dad.”
“Ok, well,” Jenny said diplomatically, “for the time being at least, we should probably let your school know that you’re sick and won’t be coming in. And tell your parents that you’re not dead in a ditch somewhere.”
The two sisters shared a look.
“I…” Juliet began.
“I’ll go,” said Kezia. “I’ll talk to them.”
“Thank you,” said Juliet.
“You can stay here as long as you like,” Jenny continued.
“Babe—” Kezia began, turning to her girlfriend.
“Your apartment is tiny, Kezia,” Jenny replied. “It’s fine. I’ll be at work all day anyway.”
“Thank you,” said Kezia.
“Speaking of which,” said Jenny, “I should probably get going. Thanks for breakfast, Juliet.”
After Jenny had left, Juliet looked across the table at her older sister. “You look really happy,” she said.
“I am,” said Kezia.
“Do you love her?” Juliet asked.
“I…” Kezia thought about this. “It’s a very new relationship,” she replied.
“But you do,” said Juliet.
“Maybe a little,” Kezia smiled.
“Dad always says that…people like you…don’t feel love. That they’re just sick.”
Kezia shook her head. She knew all too well what her homophobic father thought about her sexuality. “And what do you think?” she asked.
“I think what you and Jenny have looks a lot more like love than anything I’ve ever seen,” said Juliet.
Kezia reached across the table. “See? You’re too smart to quit school.”
***
Chapter 3
That afternoon, Kezia left Juliet to do her homework and, for the first time in six years, went to visit her parents. The visit was, as expected, a disaster.
Kezia could feel herself growing angry and tense just walking up the broad stone steps to her family’s enormous home in the expensive West End of Vancouver. And she hadn’t even spoken to her parents yet.
Her mother opened the door dressed, as always, in a skirt and jacket suit that made her look like she was running for a seat on the senate. Her hair was perfectly done even though it was a Wednesday morning and she was wearing a large and – Kezia thought – ugly necklace.
To her mother’s credit, other than the slightest widening of her eyes, she didn’t react at all to the sudden appearance of her estranged daughter on her doorstep. “Howard,” she simply called down the hall, “we have company.”
Kezia’s father, a tall, broad man with thinning grey hair that had once been as thick and red as Kezia’s, appeared. When he caught sight of his daughter, he frowned. “What are you doing here?” he spat out as he strode up the richly carpeted hallway.
“Hi to you to, Dad,” said Kezia. “And before you start lecturing me, trust me. I want to be here as little as you want me to be here.”
“Then why are you here?” her mother asked, her voice crisp.
“Because of Juliet,” said Kezia. “She’s…in trouble.”
“I should have known you’d be at the bottom of this!” her father exploded. “What did you do? Abduct her for some drug-fuelled lesbian orgy?”
“Wow,” said Kezia. “I’d forgotten how you know absolutely nothing about my life. Did her gym teacher call you yesterday?”
“Yes,” her mother replied, trying to keep things under control. “He said she was having a health problem.”
“That’s a nice euphemism,” said Kezia. “She’s pregnant. That prat of a boyfriend of hers told her doing it with condoms was no fun.”
Kezia liked to think of herself as a good person, but she wasn’t so good that she didn’t get a tiny bit of satisfaction from seeing her parents’ stunned faces.
“No,” said her mother. “Tyler would never—”
“This is all down to you and your bad influence!” her father raged, quickly getting over his shock. His face red with anger, he pointed a quivering finger at Kezia.
Kezia stared at him. “What influence? I’ve barely spoken to Juliet since she was ten. And what do you mean ‘Tyler would never’? Are you suggesting that your daughter – my sweet, hard-working, naive little sister - seduced the football team quarterback? Give me a break.”
“Oh God, the shame,” her mother replied. “How am I ever going to show my face in polite society again? One daughter a pervert and the other a whore!”
“Jesus Christ,” Kezia put her hands on her hips, “can you even hear yourselves?”
“Is he going to marry her?” her father asked.
“What?” said Kezia, caught off guard by the change of subject.
“Tyler. Are they getting married? Of course it’ll still be a shameful thing, but I’m sure he’ll do right by her.”
Kezia laughed bitterly. “God, you people are blind. The little shit broke up with her two months ago. And do you seriously want your daughter to marry some idiot she met when she was 17?”
“I married your father straight out of high school,” her mother interjected.
“Yeah, and look how that turned out,” Kezia spat back.
“Don’t talk to your mother like that, young lady,” her father responded.
“She’s not my mother,” Kezia replied. “She hasn’t been my mother for six years. Mothers love their children. They don’t throw them out on the street with nothing.”
“Well, I’d gladly take you back if you got yourself cleaned up. But you insist on making perverse life choices. I told you then and
I’ll tell you now, that kind of behaviour—”
“Don’t you even care how Juliet is doing?” Kezia interrupted her mother.
“She’s run away from home. She’s pregnant. You have no idea where she is and all you can do is bitch about my sexuality? Jesus Christ, Thanksgiving is a week away. Could you get into the spirit of things a little?”
“What do we have to be thankful for?” her father glared at her. “It’s our daughters who should try being a little more grateful for the beautiful home we’ve provided for them. But, like you, Juliet has made her choice,” her father replied.
“Excuse me?” Kezia replied, gaping at him. She’d hoped against hoped that her parents would be more lenient with Juliet, who had always been a sweet, obedient child, than they had been with her. Secretly, Kezia had always thought that they loved Juliet more.
“She made her bed and now she’ll just have to lie in it,” her mother added primly. “If she agrees to do the correct thing and marry Tyler, then we will welcome her home with open arms.”
Kezia stared at the people who had once been her parents, desperately fighting back tears of anger and despair. When she realised that she wouldn’t be able to hold her tears back, she spat on the steps between herself and her parents. “Fuck you,” she said and ran back to Jenny’s bug, tears streaming down her face.
She drove a few blocks then pulled over because she was crying so hard that she couldn’t see anything. Collapsing over the steering wheel, she began sob. Very, very deep down inside her, she’d been hoping that her parents would be happy to see her. She had missed them over the past six years, and, although her sense of betrayal and hurt at being thrown out of the house had always kept her from trying to patch things up, she’d always harboured the secret hope that one day they would reconcile. Now she realised that that was never going to happen.
When she finally caught her breath again, Kezia wiped her eyes and thought about her next move. Putting the car into gear, she headed straight for the Galapagos. She needed something good after that disastrous encounter.
When Kezia arrived, Jenny and Miranda were hunched over their desks looking at something on Miranda’s computer. They were the advertising team for the Galapagos Theatre, Vancouver’s only venue dedicated to women in theatre. Jenny loved her job, but Miranda was in the process of getting an online retail store off the ground. She was hoping to make a living selling the beautiful sculptures and textile art that she made in her free time. Miranda looked up from whatever they were staring at and saw Kezia coming across the large, open-plan office.
“Hey!” she called, waving Kezia over with a smile. “Jenny, look who it is.”
Jenny looked up and her narrow face broke into a wide grin when she caught sight of her girlfriend. Then she frowned, standing as Kezia approached. “Kez, what’s wrong? You look like you’ve been crying.”
Kezia nodded, throwing her arms around Jenny’s neck. “Do you have a minute?” she asked. “Hey, Miranda, sorry to butt in. It’s been a rough couple of days.”
“No worries,” said Miranda, smiling up at the other women. “We weren’t doing anything important anyway.”
Jenny tsk-ed and smacked Miranda gently on the head. “Miranda’s showing me her fancy new website,” she told Kezia, wrapping her arms around her waist.
“Oh, sorry, I—” Kezia felt bad for interrupting their best friend time. She felt like she’d been taking up a lot of Jenny’s time the last few weeks.
“Don’t worry about it,” said Miranda, shaking her head. “You guys get out of here. It’ almost lunch time anyway. I can hold down the fort alone.”
“Thanks, Miranda,” said Kezia.
“You’re a star,” said Jenny, grabbing her raincoat from the hanger. It wasn’t raining at the moment but in Vancouver in November you could never be too prepared. “What do you say to Thai food?” she asked Kezia as they headed for the elevator.
“Actually,” said Kezia, as the doors closed behind them, “I was thinking we could go to my place for a minute.”
“Your place? But Juliet’s at…oh,” Jenny caught Kezia’s drift and smiled wolfishly. “By all means, let’s go to your place. Never let it be said that I turned down a little afternoon delight.”
Kezia chuckled and pulled Jenny into a deep kiss, which they only broke when the elevator doors opened onto the lobby and they realised the customers in line at the box office were watching them. Jenny cleared her throat awkwardly and Kezia ducked her head as, blushing, they made a quick escape through the side door.
Jenny drove them to Kezia’s in record time. Kezia lived in a cramped studio apartment on the second floor of a converted house, but they hadn’t even made it to the staircase landing before Kezia had Jenny up against the wall, kissing her feverishly as she tugged Jenny’s plaid shirt out of her jeans.
“Hey, hey, sweetheart,” Jenny gasped as Kezia finally broke their kiss. “What’s up? What happened to you?”
“I don’t want to talk about it,” said Kezia as she led Jenny up the last few steps to her apartment. “I just want to fuck you.”
“Okay,” said Jenny. “I’m into that. But, afterwards, do you want to—”
But Kezia had her door unlocked and was dragging Jenny inside, effectively silencing her with a demanding kiss. Jenny let it go for the time being.
Directing her lover onto the bed, Kezia finally yanked Jenny’s plaid shirt off, pushed her lover down onto the sheets. Kneeling over Jenny, Kezia traced warm wet lines across her olive skin with her tongue as she undid her red bra. Jenny’s breasts freed, Kezia eagerly brought her tongue up and over them, tracing their curves as Jenny moaned, one hand burying itself in Kezia’s thick hair.
Suckling on one of Jenny’s nipples, drawing it, and a good portion of Jenny’s soft breast, in and out of her mouth, Kezia reached down and undid Jenny’s fly with one hand. Bringing her hand back up, she traced the faint lines of Jenny’s ribs as she kept sucking and playing with her breasts, sending shivers along the other woman’s skin.
Slowly, her hand worked its way back down to Jenny’s pants. Sliding under the elastic of her underwear, Kezia stroked Jenny’s sensitive pussy with the tip of one finger, just enough to tease her. Jenny groaned, her hips rising towards Kezia’s finger. The redhead smiled and finally abandoned Jenny’s breasts to trail kisses down her tanned torso instead.
Pulling off Jenny’s jeans and underwear in one go, Kezia leaned down and kissed the dark whorl of hair on top of Jenny’s otherwise smooth mound. Lightly, she ran her tongue around the edges of her pussy, tracing the divot where her thighs joined her body. Whenever she hit a particularly sensitive spot, she smiled to feel Jenny’s hand clench in her hair.
Slowly, Kezia began to play with Jenny’s folds, working her tongue between them, then pulling them into her mouth and sucking gently while Jenny moaned and writhed on the sheets. Usually, Jenny liked to be the one in charge, but Kezia wasn’t in the mood to submit. She wanted to see Jenny come.
Swirling the tip of her tongue around Jenny’s entrance, Kezia slid a finger in her. Stroking the other woman’s slick walls, she drew her tongue up to encircle Jenny’s clit, sucking the sensitive nub as she ran her finger back and forth along Jenny’s g-spot, working Jenny into a gasping frenzy.
“Oh fuck, don’t stop,” Jenny panted. “I’m going to…oh God,” she gasped as her orgasm broke. Grinning around Jenny’s clit, Kezia kept working until the last of Jenny’s spasms had faded.
“What a nice way to spend my lunch break,” said Jenny, sitting up.
“Oh no,” said Kezia, reaching for the drawer in her nightstand. “We’re not done yet, honey.”
Jenny raised her eyebrows. “Is it my turn?” she asked eagerly.
Kezia shook her head, bringing out her harness and Jenny’s favourite dildo.
“No, not yet,” she replied, shedding her own pants.
Adjusting the harness, Kezia let Jenny slide a condom down its pink ridged length as she reached down to st
roke Jenny’s still wet pussy. Condom in place, Kezia pushed Jenny back onto the bed. Leaning over, she licked Jenny fully with the flat of her tongue, enjoying the salty taste of her lover. With one last tender kiss on the other woman’s clit, Kezia sat back up and slid the dildo into Jenny.
Jenny groaned, her eyes closing with pleasure. Kezia rolled Jenny onto her side, spreading the other woman’s legs so that she was kneeling between them, holding Jenny’s upper leg tight in both hands. Slowly, Kezia rocked her hips, drawing the dildo leisurely in and out of Jenny, enjoying the wet sound it made as it filled her lover.
“I didn’t know you could be such a tease,” Jenny murmured, moaning softly, one hand clutching the wooden rungs of Kezia’s headboard.
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