Her voice was slow and steady, which concerned me even more.
“You’re really willing to give up everything?” my father asked.
His eyes looked sad.
“I need some air Pat,” my mother said suddenly and took hold of my father’s arm.
They got up and left the table.
There was only one way to explain what it meant to me. I had to show them. I got up from my chair and walked towards the stage. Another guitarist joined the musos and I took hold of the mic.
“Birds flyin' high, you know how I feel – ”
I was glad I’d decided to put on a dress in the end instead of my pants. I felt proud of my hips as they swayed to the magical, bluesy rhythm. I didn’t even look at Cale but heard the strings of the bass join in with the second verse of the Nina Simone classic.
“Fish in the sea, you know how I feel-”
I looked up and my parents were frozen at the top of the stairs, staring at me.
“River runnin' free, you know how I feel-”
After a minute my father ushered my mother off the staircase and to the side of the stage. I carried on singing. I couldn’t stop. There on that stage my body, my mind, and my soul were free.
“Yeah, freedom is mine, and I know how I feel-”
“It's a new dawn, it's a new day, it's a new life for me-”
I looked back at Cale. She was grinning like a Cheshire cat. I sang the last line to her.
“And I'm feelin'... good-”
Chapter 8
My mother reached out her open arms to me. I smiled, stepped down from the stage and walked over to her and my dad. I wrapped my arms around her. She didn’t say anything, but it was a different silence.
“I couldn’t believe that was you up there!” my dad said. “I was so proud!”
“Nina Simone doesn’t hold a candle to your beautiful voice,” my mom said. “Why have you kept it a secret for so long?”
I shrugged. “I guess I thought it didn’t matter,” I said, “that there was only one path laid out for me!”
We walked back to the table together.
“I’ve been unhappy for a while,” I added. “But I didn’t want to disappoint you guys!”
My mother wiped away a tear from her cheek.
“I know we’ve pushed you, love,” she said, “But we thought it was something you wanted too!”
My father nodded. “We just want you to be happy Daisy!”
“It doesn’t mean I’m not worried about your decision. How will you support yourself?” my mother asked.
I smiled at her.
“Oh mom, this is me. I have a plan!”
She shook her head and laughed. “Of course!”
I took a spoonful of New York cheesecake, savored the taste and told them about my plan.
“I’ve applied for a job at Legal Aid!” I said. “At least that way I won’t have twelve hour days and on weekends and some evenings, I’ll pursue my singing career!”
“That sounds like a wonderful idea!” my father said.
Just then Cale came over to the table. Oh well, I may as well get it all out, I thought.
“Mom, dad, this is Cale. She’s-”
“I’m her friend. Great to meet you Mr. and Mrs. Emerson.”
We shared a quick glance as she leaned over and shook their hands.
“We’re starting up in a few minutes again. I hope you don’t mind if we steal Daisy?”
My parents smiled. “Please do,” my mother said, “I haven’t seen her this happy for a long time!”
***
I took hold of the microphone and looked out at the small audience, the candle bulb chandeliers, with the taste of pineapple lingering in my mouth.
“Southern trees bear strange fruit-”
“Blood on the leaves and blood at the root-”
I did feel at home there in Charleston, like nowhere else. I glanced back at Cale. She may have had something to do with it.
“Here is a strange and bitter crop.”
I took a small bow as the local crowd roared and whistled. I would never get tired of that little bar and would never feel comfortable in large, fancy joints.
“We’ll see you next month again, Daisy?”
“Of course,” I replied, “Nowhere better to be!”
A bonfire burned on the beach as we went for a walk after the set. I took hold of her hand and held it firmly. Cale really had become the most important person in my life. She truly was a friend, a lover, and a muse. When we were on stage jamming together, I felt our soul’s rise up and dance together.
I had finally introduced her officially to my parents a month ago. They hadn’t seemed particularly shocked. She had even been invited for Sunday lunch thereafter which I had teased her about.
“Go and sit there a second,” Cale said, pointing at the dune, as we came up to the bonfire.
I shrugged, walked up the sandy slope and sat down. I saw her approach the fire and grab a stick from the massive flames. Then she was scratching around in the sand for a minute.
“Okay,” she shouted up to me. “You can come down now.”
As I stood up, I could already see what she’d created. She’d removed a few pieces of burning coal from the fire and formed them into a shape. I laughed and felt myself bursting with love.
There in the sand it stood; a glowing red heart.
“I love it!” I said as I ran down and kissed her. “I love you,” I added.
She giggled. “I know!”
Back at her digs, we crashed down onto her bed. Jazz music resonated through the thin walls. I stripped off all her clothes and reached down beside the bed. I opened a bottle, reached up and dribbled some of its sticky liquid over her bare breasts and down her stomach.
“What-?” she began.
“Shush!” I said.
I brought my lips down onto her soft skin and licked the sweet drops from her neck. The familiar pineapple tang filled my mouth. My tongue sucked the drops thoroughly from the peaked caps of her breasts, from the curve of her belly. I watched it run down her inner thigh and followed the trail down, licking the stickiness off her tanned skin.
Then I kissed either side of her neatly shaved runway strip. She giggled and gasped when I slipped my tongue into the warm, moist crevice. I liked the taste of her. It mingled with the tang of the liqueur. I pushed my tongue deep inside her, drew slowly out and licked all the way up to the swollen protrusion she had been rubbing with her finger.
She groaned. “You’re getting really good at that!”
“I’m a quick learner!” I joked and returned my mouth to its delicious hold.
I ran my tongue over it softly and then harder.
“Yes, like that,” she cried.
I pressed down harder again. Then I put two fingers inside her and her hot muscles clenched around them. I loved the feeling. I pushed them in deeper and found the spot she had taught me about. I always did like to learn new things. Judging by her subsequent groans and the shuddering of her slender body, I wasn’t doing too badly.
“Jesus, Daisy!” she shouted as her creaminess exploded onto my fingers.
“Which is it?” I asked.
She panted and asked between breaths, “What?”
“Jesus or Daisy?” I asked, “Are you thanking the divine or Miss Daisy?” I continued.
She picked up a pillow and threw it at me.
“You’re both divine!” she shouted.
I giggled and threw it back at her. Then I rested my thigh between her legs, leaned forward and kissed her lips. The lips of my muse, my lover, my best friend.
“How did you know I wouldn’t freak out the first time you kissed me?” I asked her.
She smiled. “I looked down at our reflection in the water and then I knew,” she replied.
I frowned.
“The garden spirits told me that if I didn’t kiss you, they’d throw me off the bridge!”
I laughed.
“We
ll, I guess if you hadn't kissed me, I would probably have thrown you off first!" I joked.
The romantic magnolia garden had whisked me away to a fantasy land. But as I looked into the green eyes of my charming demoness, I knew I didn’t need the magic of the garden anymore. I quietly serenaded her with a song as she lay, naked and glorious on her untidy bed:
“Now I’m no longer alone –
Without a dream in my heart -
Without a love of my own.”
Forbidden Classroom
~ Bonus Story ~
A College Menage FMF Romance
Jodie
My best friend, Alice, and I had shared a boyfriend before. It was easy. We were best friends and we didn’t fight, just took turns with our man and divided him evenly between the two of us. When Alice suggested I have a threesome with her and the sexy history teacher Professor James Arndt, I barely had to think about it before I agreed to the sexy rendezvous. As the three of us grew closer, we decided that we wanted more than a sexual relationship, but didn’t know that there would be a big obstacle standing in our way of happiness together.
James
Alice seduced me right away, but I had no idea she’d ever suggest a threesome with her sexy best friend, Jodie. It worked out perfectly; everything between us was hot and compatible. I didn’t usually sleep with students, but I had to make an exception for them. While things heated up between us, it became clear that we were meant to be more than just casual, but breaking rules as a teacher isn’t always as easy as it would seem.
* * *
Chapter 1: Alice
I was laying on my bed, headphones in, when my roommate Jodie threw a pillow at me, knocking me out of my reverie. I pulled out the ear buds and glared at her, though I knew she wouldn’t have bothered me had it not been something important. Jodie and I were best friends, as close as sisters, and she knew that sometimes I needed to escape and lose myself in music or Netflix in order to keep sane when it came to our classes.
“What’s up?” I asked her. She looked at me miserably, putting her head down in her hands.
“I got a horrible grade in my history class on a project,” said Jodie, and I immediately sat up to give her my full attention. Both Jodie and I were at the top of our class and would be graduating with near-perfect GPAs at the end of the semester. I knew how serious Jodie was about her studies and so getting a bad grade was definitely hard on her. I could tell by her face how anxious she felt—she was looking at a big internship after graduation and any variation in her GPA would knock her out of the running. Still, Jodie was smart. One of the smartest people I had ever met. I had no doubt that she’d pull through.
“It’s gonna be okay, girl,” I said. “You can’t fail that badly. You’ll be able to make it up, I’m sure.”
Jodie ran her hands through her pale blonde hair with a sigh of frustration.
“There’s got to be something I can do to change the grade,” she said. “I guess I’ll have to beg Professor Arndt.”
I thought about it for a moment. Jodie deserved that internship more than anybody else I knew. I tried to think of a plan to get her through the moment, to help her get back on track. The history teacher, Professor Arndt, could be a hard-ass when he wanted to be. He was kind of no-bullshit, but I knew from experience that he could be swayed.
“Or,” I said slowly, grinning at my friend. “You could offer him a little something special to help convince him.”
Jodie looked at me for a moment, then shook her head. “Definitely not.”
“Why not?” I asked, teasing her. I was the devious one of the both of us, the most outgoing for sure. I’d had my share of men since we’d started college but Jodie was different, pickier, more serious about her studies. While I did well in school, I wanted to have a little fun sometimes, too. I thought often that maybe Jodie didn’t get out enough. Maybe the professor was just the thing to bring her out of her academic funk. “He’s hot.”
“I wouldn’t know the first thing about doing that,” Jodie pointed out dryly. “That’s your specialty.”
“So I’ll help you,” I said. “It’s easy. Wear something sexy, then when he talks to you, flirt.”
Jodie bit her lip, considering it.
“What makes you think he’ll even go for that?”
I looked at her with one eyebrow raised. “You seriously never noticed that Arndt has eyes for both of us?”
“Maybe you,” said Jodie. “Not me.”
“Bullshit,” I told her. “He’s hot for you. I can tell by the way he looks at you.”
Jodie blushed, her fair skin flushing prettily. I studied her face as she thought about it.
“No,” she said. “I could get expelled. I’d be fucked. I’m just going to talk to him.”
I shrugged, sighing. “Suit yourself. But just keep it in mind, okay? I think it would work. I mean, if you’re really desperate.”
“I am desperate,” said Jodie, throwing herself face-first onto the bed. “I can’t fucking believe this.”
“It’ll be okay,” I said soothingly. “Don’t worry about it. I’m sure you’ll figure something out.”
She looked at me with dull eyes and gave a low growl of frustration.
“I’ll try,” she said, sighing, and the laid with her back to me, facing the wall.
Chapter 2: Jodie
Sitting through class the next day, I couldn’t help but to think of what Alice had suggested I do to convince Professor Arndt to change my grade. It was a typical porno scenario, one that had been ripped right out of the dirty erotica Alice was always reading aloud to me in juicy snippets. I stared at him as he lectured, barely paying attention to anything but the way his hands moved and how handsome he was. He was young and sexy, incredibly intelligent and professional for his age. He wasn’t much older than either myself or Alice, yet he had a solid position at the university and had been teaching for close to two years.
I was nervous when time came to clear out of class. I shot Alice a look as she headed out and she gave me subtle thumbs up and an excited smile. I rolled my eyes at her and approached Professor Arndt’s desk, standing in front of it with my hands folded near my lap.
“What can I do for you, Jodie?” he asked politely, gazing at my face. The heat from his eyes made me blush and I remembered what Alice had said about his apparently obvious attraction to me. I wondered if it was true. Looking at him now, at the small smile on his face, I wouldn’t have guessed it to be the case. But those eyes, the color of blue glass, were telling me a different story.
I shifted on my feet, unsure of where to start.
“My grade on that last paper,” I said. “I wanted to talk to you about it.”
He took his glasses off and put them on the table in front of him, then stood up and leaned against the desk in front of me.
“What about it?” he asked.
“I was wondering if could re-do it. Or get extra credit.”
He shook his head sternly. “I’m afraid not. I gave you that grade because it’s what you earned, Jodie. I cannot and will not change it.”
I felt panic well up within me. I had no choice, then, but to follow Alice’s advice. There was absolutely nothing else I could do. I had never done it before but I did know how to flirt with guys; I knew I was beautiful and for the most part I knew how to work it.
I leaned against the desk, close enough to touch him, and looked into his eyes. I was wearing only a short skirt that I knew tugged up a bit when I leaned over, giving him a glimpse of my lean upper thigh. He took the bait, his eyes drifting down to my bare skin, then he met my gaze with heat in his expression.
“Are you sure there’s no way that I can convince you to help me with my grade, professor?” I asked in a low, sultry voice.
“What is it you think you’re doing?” he asked, but his eyes had drifted down to my lips. I ran my tongue between them and saw him visibly tense.
The question was almost enough to make me leave, just so t
hat I could stay out of trouble. I really didn’t want to get expelled—not even fixing the grade was worth that. It wasn’t quite enough, though, and I mustered every bit of boldness in my body and pulled him close to me by the waist, pressing our hips together. Our lips were only inches apart and I felt the thick length of his erection pressed against my belly. I was surprised that he didn’t kiss me; he certainly looked like he wanted to. Instead, he pulled back, looking at me hotly. Then he grinned.
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