by H. L. Logan
On the other hand, my search for a job was still going pretty slowly. The places I’d applied to hadn’t gotten back to me yet, so I’d sent in follow up emails—which was just as irritating, because it made me feel kind of desperate. At least they hadn’t outright rejected me.
And to think that Nicole had been hand-picked by Robinson. I still found it irritating, but there was no point in dwelling on it.
The front door opened and Brianne walked in with a great big grin on her face. I never got tired of seeing her smile like that, since I remembered how she used to be—always so shy, dejected. Now it was like I was seeing her personality shine through on her face.
“You look cheerful,” I said.
“I am cheerful,” said Brianne. “We just got some baby bunnies at the rescue. I’ve got pictures.”
She came and sat next to me on the couch and pulled out her phone, bringing up the pictures of the bunnies. They were really incredibly cute. I would have to make a trip out to see the rescue sometime.
“Sounds like you’re having a blast,” I said.
“Yeah. I mean, I knew I was going to like working with animals, but I wasn’t expecting to like it so much. I just love bonding with them and making them feel loved.” She sighed in contentment.
God, she was just so cute. Even though her clothes were a little dirty and she was sweaty from all the work she’d done, I still wanted to scoop her up into my arms and pull her close.
So that was exactly what I did.
I hugged her to me and started kissing her neck, loving her natural scent. She smelled like sunshine and hay, probably from working in the barn. And her skin was so warm… She turned around and started kissing my lips, and soon enough, we were full on making out.
This was definitely one of the benefits of living with my girlfriend.
Even though she usually seemed exhausted when she came home, she sometimes had the energy for more sensual activities. And now she definitely had the energy, probably because she’d been in such a great mood.
I wondered if Brianne would be ready to have oral sex tonight. It was the one thing we hadn’t done yet. Was she ready for something so intimate?
I continued kissing her with gentleness, as if I was preparing for what might be coming later. It was hard to hold back when I felt the overwhelming need to just pin her down and make her come, but I couldn’t do that—not yet, anyway.
So with the utmost delicacy, I trailed my lips down her neck, which was so tender, so warm, and we took a pause to undress, eagerly ripping the clothes from each other’s bodies. I worked my way down to Margie’s lean shoulders, her breasts, her nipples, stopping there to suck on them and swirl my tongue around them. There was nothing quite like enjoying someone’s body—truly savoring it, really—like this.
My pussy was incredibly wet right now, so I reached down and helped myself out a little to ease the tension. Of course, as much as it eased the tension, it increased it, making it even more difficult to go at such a slow pace.
But that was part of the fun.
Margie wasn’t faring much better. She moaned and whimpered under my touch, and when I slid three fingers inside her, pumping hard to hit her g-spot, she let out gasps and her body tightened. She was already so close to the edge, so I had to back away.
“I think it’d be hot to put my lips on you,” I said, my lips tickling her ear. We’d discussed it before, briefly, and I wanted to wait until she was ready. “What do you think?”
“Y-Yes,” said Margie. “That. That’s what I want.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yeah.”
“Excellent.”
We made our way to the bedroom. When we got on the bed, I took her by the shoulders and gently guided her on her back on the mattress, easily moving her legs and hips into position.
I didn’t know why, but I loved this position. I liked that I could see her face when I glanced up, holding her thighs tight as she clenched them in anticipation.
I pushed a teasing finger into Margie, reveling in how it made her squirm.
“How do you like that?” I asked, a wicked grin spreading across my face. I knew it felt good, and I knew she was getting impatient.
“It’s amazing,” said Margie breathily. “More.”
“If you say so.”
I inserted two fingers, then finding it easier, three, slowly pumping them in and out. I had to go deep enough to find Margie’s g-spot, because that was when the real fun began. When Margie let out a sharp moan, I knew I’d found it.
“Now I bet you’re really enjoying yourself, aren’t you,” I said.
“Oh yeah. I can only imagine how your lips will feel on my clit…”
“You don’t have to imagine,” I said. “You want me to do it?”
“Yes, please,” said Margie. She opened her lust-filled eyes and looked back at me.
The pure lust in her eyes was what drove me wild. I could feel my wetness dripping down my thigh. I bent down and prepared myself to give her the best oral pleasure ever, lowering my body into a comfortable position and placing my tongue right in her fragrant lips.
I couldn’t imagine how incredible it was going to feel for her. It would be her first time receiving oral sex from a woman. As I flicked her clit with my tongue, my fingers pumping inside her, causing Margie to whimper in a delightfully erotic way, I could feel pleasure start to spread through my own body. It was incredibly hot.
“Tell me if you need me to stop,” I said.
“No, no, keep going,” said Margie. “I crave you.”
Well, that was fucking hot. Crave. That was a good word. It was exactly how I felt right now, so I took her invitation and started going hard, wanting her climax to be like fucking fireworks.
“You feel amazing,” I told her. “All silky and smooth and wet for me.”
“Y-You do too,” said Margie. She was already so full of pleasure that her eyes were rolling back in her head. It felt damn good to have this effect on someone I loved.
I pressed my cheeks against Margie’s thighs, and used my other arm to keep her thigh in place. My face was buried in her pussy, and I was relishing her salty-sweet taste and smell. I couldn’t get enough of her. And the whimpers that came from the head of the bed made my own clit throb.
“Oh, please…” she whimpered, barely coherent.
I increased my pace, knowing she was getting close. Margie was doing really well for someone who was having a new experience. I knew it could be difficult to orgasm from oral sex with a new person, but damn, she was into it. I adjusted my position and kept it up even though my jaw was starting to go stiff. I could feel the stirrings of tension coiling in my abdomen. I was going to need release again after this.
“This… good… ugh, God…” muttered Margie, completely lost.
She couldn’t even form complete sentences. That was really a testament to how good of a job I was doing. Bolstered by this, I settled into a quick rhythm, trying to build the orgasm I knew was there. I was single-mindedly focused on finding release for her.
Finally, it happened. Her whimpers became more drawn out and turned into moans, and I felt her pulse around my fingers, her thighs jittering with the tension. She bucked against me, fucking my face.
After she came down, it took a moment for me to want to break away from her delicious core, but I did, Margie breathing hard.
“I th-think I gotta clean up,” said Margie, clumsily reaching around for a tissue, with which she cleaned herself. She had made a small wet spot on the bed, unsurprisingly.
“That was incredible,” I said.
“Wow. Just wow,” said Margie, her eyes hazy with orgasmic euphoria.
I crawled toward Margie, and she nestled into my shoulder. We sat there in the silence and darkness, listening to each other’s hearts beating hard. It took a while for both of us to calm down.
“God, Brianne, I love you so much. It’s impossible to think that it’s possible to love someone this much,” s
aid Margie.
“I know,” I said quietly, stroking her hair. After giving her an awesome orgasm, I wanted to deliver all the tenderness I could.
“I definitely want to do that again,” said Margie, and we both laughed.
“Yeah. Not gonna lie, sex is pretty fun,” I said. “And there’s so much more we can do. We could get kinky, maybe… Try all kinds of things…”
Margie sighed, a deep, contented sound. When I closed my eyes, I found myself completely dozing off.
18
MARGIE
I was panicking just slightly.
My mother wanted to come up to Rosebridge.
I was from a town outside of Baltimore and it was a seven hour drive, so it was a big deal she was coming all the way up here. It was primarily to visit a great-aunt of mine in Concord—I wasn’t close to her, but her health was declining, so my mother wanted to pay a visit and see me on the way.
There was a lot about my life that was different now, and I hadn’t counted on her coming up here. She didn’t travel often, and this trip was really unexpected. I had no idea how she would handle the fact that I was not only dating a woman, but living with her.
I thought about maybe just getting lunch with her down at the Riverwalk, so she wouldn’t have to see my house, or Brianne, or maybe showing her the animal rescue, but it wouldn’t be fair to leave Brianne out of this. She’d introduced me to her parents, and I wanted to introduce her to my mom.
I had to do it, no matter what she ended up saying. I wasn’t financially dependent on her, because we were low income, so it wasn’t like she could cut me off. I had to show her my true self and hope she accepted me.
I texted her back and told her that we could plan lunch for the following Saturday. I went back and forth about whether I should tell her I wanted to bring Brianne… and eventually I told her, asking if I could bring a friend. I didn’t want it to be a surprise, and when she asked who my friend was, I could tell her.
Ugh. There were just so many logistics to handle. I didn’t want her to find out I was queer along with meeting Brianne, but I didn’t want that to come as a surprise when we were all sitting down in the same place.
My mother was generally a pretty mellow woman, but she could get angry on occasion. And when she got angry, it was bad. I didn’t want that to happen, and I didn’t want to break my bond with her. It had become so strong when my dad had left, and I didn’t have any other siblings. She was the closest family I had.
She texted back immediately, which sent a shiver up my spine.
> MOM: Lunch would be good. Let me know what restaurants are good. Who’s your friend?
I hesitated, my heart pounding. This was it. I was going to tell her.
> MARGIE: Her name is Brianne. We’re dating, actually.
I was so reluctant to send it, but I did. Did I want to wait for the response? Or did I want to run to the barn and absorb myself in mucking out the goats’ stall? Neither seemed like an appealing option.
Before I could make my decision, she’d replied.
> MOM: Interesting. Invite her to the lunch.
Was that approval? Or was she going to berate us for being gay at the lunch itself? I had no idea. I wanted to believe she’d be accepting because she’d never explicitly said anything anti-LGBT, but I wasn’t sure.
Well, what was done was done. Now I just had to wait for Saturday to come and see what happened.
I put my phone down with my other things and got up to head out to the barn. Working with the animals always made me feel less stressed.
I’d been secretly hoping that Brianne would have something better to do, but she didn’t. She was coming for the lunch.
Of course, because she’d prepared me for the pitfalls of interacting with her family, I had to do the same for her, and I did. I told her that I wasn’t sure how my mother felt about me dating a girl. I decided that I wouldn’t tell her we were living together. There was no reason for her to see where I was living, anyway.
I was terribly nervous as I drove us over there, but Brianne kindly stroked my arm and told us that no matter what happened, we’d be together at the end of it. If it went badly, we could have a pleasant evening to ourselves to recover.
I parked the car in the Riverwalk’s lot and walked to the main strip of restaurants. The Indian restaurant that Brianne and I never made it to had a lunch buffet, and my mom liked spicy food, so it was perfect.
We waited outside. She hadn’t been entirely sure when she would get into town, and I didn’t want to keep her waiting, so we’d decided to just come early. It was a pleasant day, and we could sit at the benches outside the restaurant.
I wished she would get here already, though. My palms were damp, I was so nervous.
My phone buzzed, and she told me she’d just parked. Five minutes later, I saw her striding up the path to the row of restaurants. She looked a little different from the last time I’d seen her, at Christmas, but I couldn’t put my finger on what had changed, exactly.
“Hi, honey!” she said, walking up to me and squeezing me tightly in a hug. “And you must be Brianne,” she added, smiling at her.
So far, so good. But I’d have felt a lot more at ease if she’d explicitly told me she was okay with me being gay (or whatever I was). I didn’t know why she hadn’t just said anything earlier, apart from the ominous “interesting.”
“It’s nice to meet you, ma’am,” said Brianne.
“Call me Rebecca,” said my mother. I was reminded of the same exchange when I met Brianne’s parents. I supposed we were at the age where we didn’t have to call our peers’ parents Mr. and Mrs. anymore.
We went into the restaurant and got set up with the buffet. They had a wide variety of rices and curries out for us to sample, and I loaded my plate up with a little bit of everything. But I was still so nervous that it was hard for me to even want to eat. I thought I might have gotten too much food, considering how my appetite had disappeared.
“So, honey, how’s school going?” she asked, when we’d all sat down to eat. “You told me all about the friends you have…”
“Yeah, I do have good friends,” I said, glad I could tell her the truth now. “I like hanging out with Brianne’s friends, I made friends at the Environmental Action Coalition, and now I’m working at an animal rescue for the summer, so I’m meeting even more people.”
She beamed. “How wonderful! And Brianne, what are you studying?”
“I actually graduated last month and I’m looking for jobs now,” she said.
“Congratulations!” said my mother. “I’m sure a Beasley grad like you will have no problem finding anything.”
She didn’t know that poor Brianne actually was having trouble. Being a Beasley grad didn’t mean much in Rosebridge itself, where Beasley students were a dime a dozen. I personally believed Brianne would find the right job soon, though.
“Thank you, Rebecca,” said Brianne politely.
I was glad she, at least, was great with parents, probably from all those random parties her parents made her go to. I could tell she was charming my mother.
I told her a little bit more about the classes I took, the animals at the rescue, and the town itself. There was a lot to catch up on; even though we did talk regularly on the phone, the words flowed so much easier in person. But I was waiting for the other shoe to drop.
“So,” she said. “You guys are dating? How did you meet?”
“Uh… I bumped into Brianne and spilled her coffee all over us,” I said. I wondered if her asking these questions was her way of showing her acceptance.
“How funny,” she said. “And how long have you been together?”
“Um… just a couple months,” I said. “We just became official recently.”
I knew Brianne would probably wonder what I was playing at, since we’d been official for a while. But I needed an explanation for why I hadn’t told my mom about her earlier.
“Great. It’s good to see you in a
happy relationship, honey,” she said, turning to Brianne. “I hope you’re taking good care of her. I was so worried when she decided to transfer.”
“We take good care of each other,” said Brianne. “She’s fit into Beasley just fine.”
So that was it, then. It was so anticlimactic. She’d accepted it without question and I’d worked myself up for nothing. I had nothing to be worried about—she’d accepted me the way I was, and not only that, she was happy for me.
I wondered what my dad would have said. I didn’t remember much about him, since he left when I was young, but there was a reason he and my mother had split up. The area I came from was kind of rural, so it was likely he didn’t share the same views as my mother.
Good thing he wasn’t in my life anymore, then.
After lunch, we decided to walk around the Riverwalk a bit, so my mother could get the Rosebridge experience. Since it was a beautiful Saturday afternoon, there were tons of people around, painting a picture of Rosebridge as a happy, cheerful place, which it certainly could be. The three of us sat on some benches near the river.
“I think you’re really happy here,” she said. “You’ve found people you really click with. I guess transferring really was the right decision.”
“It wasn’t that, Mom,” I said. “It was finding out who I really was that changed things. I didn’t know… before… that I was… into girls.”
A bolt of anxiety still went through me when I said that.
“That would certainly help, wouldn’t it?” She smiled and took my hand. “You know I’ll love you no matter what, right?”
“I know, Mom,” I said. “Thanks.”
I finally could breathe a sigh of relief. The day had gone even better than I’d expected. She hadn’t even made a big show of accepting me—she’d been all casual about it instead. I felt like a huge burden had been lifted from my shoulders, like tension was being released.