“Please stop.” She was face palming as she groaned at my attempt. “Please, get off the floor, so we can talk like rational adults.”
"ra'ional 'dults!" Sarah called from her seat in a shopping cart. Did I mention I did this in a Publix? That's a bit of important trivia for you to know.
Nadia patted Sarah’s head. “What about your parent’s?” She questioned me as she smiled at the child, and picked her up when she demanded it of Nadia.
“They’ll understand!” I declared. “They’ll get that true love conquers all.” I didn’t believe it. You could hear it in the way my voice wavered.
I needed Nadia’s endless confidence. I stared up at her with teary eyes and winced at her expression.
By the look on Nadia’s face. She didn’t believe it either.
Chapter 11
Long story short, Amber had much more faith in her parent's than they deserved. I can't blame her, though. I also believed the very best of my parent's, back when I had parents.
I assumed it was an empty threat. Her parent’s, while being somewhat strict, were never – or so it seemed – the type of people who would disown their only child. That is what I thought, and what she thought.
We were wrong, let’s leave it at that.
I can still hear their voices ringing in my ears as her mo- as the woman who gave birth to Amber – tells her what a failure she is. Her fa- the man who raised- the sperm donor… he says that he was wrong about her, she was never his daughter. She wasn't a daughter at all.
I couldn’t stand to speak to them, but I helped her with her boxes. I helped pack and took care of Sarah while SHE packed. I let her use my car and moved her into my house.
It wasn’t easy at all.
Amber and I shared a bed on good nights, and on bad nights, one of us slept on the couch. Sarah slept 5 feet away in a crib. Neither of us could afford an apartment with two bedrooms.
It's a happy life, though. I go to sleep every night and I would never feel alone. I am wrapped in the arms of the woman I love and she loves me.
Some night’s Assad takes care of Sarah. Sarah and his son, Wyatt, are getting along great. Sarah is really being socialized well, and growing into an intelligent young lady. They play with the big lego's that they can't choke on and pretend to be superheroes or fight aliens. Assad even buys them outfits to put on to play.
On those nights, I open my arms and hold Amber. And we spend the night getting better acquainted with her in body as well as in mind.
It was ever better than it was in my daydreams. In a daydream, you can't just make up the sound of her pleasured sigh. The taste of her tongue. The feel of her breasts in my hands,
I can still remember the very first of such nights that we had. I recall It vividly as if it had happened only yesterday.
We were watching some dumb movie. I don’t think either of us were actually paying much attention to it at all.
Amber clearly got bored of it too, because her plump lips began to caress my collarbone. I whimpered at the sensation as her hands explored my stomach. She tells me my newfound chubbiness just lead there to be more for her to love. That didn't mean I was no longer horribly embarrassed about it. I get so shy when it comes to sex because I'm always worried that she might look at my body and find it lacking.
It used to be perfect. Then again, I used to eat a strict diet of organic foods and only had a cheat day once every two months and went to the gym at least three times a week.
She smirked at my reactions to her touching. “Relax.” She purred, her voice deepening to a tone that I definitely believe should be illegal.
I whimpered as she kissed my stomach, before letting myself smirk. I have never agreed to be a submissive participant. I might prefer the role, sometimes. But that decision flips on a dime.
And right now, I want to make Amber mewl. I want to see her shiver and whimper the way she does. In that intoxicating way that made me feel half drunk. I spun us around and gently pressed her down to lay on the couch. “Shh.” My voice was full of mirth. Sweet, Sweet revenge. “Relax.” I purred to her.
My lips kissed her neck and my hands caressed her body with feather light touches. I enjoyed the feeling of her shivering under me and the taste of her. Her skin had this indescribable flavor that I can’t even imagine explaining. It is addicting enough that I can’t get enough of it.
I slowly unbuttoned her shirt, my lips finding purchase on each new inch of exposed skin. She was so beautiful, especially when she was whimpering beneath me. I can’t help myself. The sounds were as intoxicating as alcohol and more addicting than any drug that has ever existed.
I when I got to her breasts, I paused. I needed to pay them the correct amount of attention. So when I unclasped her bra, dropping it unceremoniously to the floor along with all our other clothes. I massaged the soft mounds, which send her mewling.
I pinched one of the pink nipples and let another one into my mouth. As I teased her, I got to hear her whimper. Her voice was dripping with the pleasure she was feeling as she stuttered out disjointed two-word phrases "Oh yes, right there- you are- oh gosh, so good." My lips curled into a smug smirk.
I’m not ashamed to admit that getting my love to melt into a puddle of goo the way she is was one of my proudest accomplishments.
I got a few of the finger cots out from the top drawer. We hadn’t done this before, but we were plenty prepared. It might make everything a little bit less sexy, but it was better safe than sorry.
I began to tease the area around her panties with my fingers, kissing her neck now as I smirked at the sight of her panties practically dripping with fluids. “See,” I purred to her, “I can make you feel good. Just relax. I promise you, you will not be disappointed.” I swore to her.
I slowly slid her panties down her thighs with one hand, my other hand caressed her folds. The fingers danced around her entrance, touched her clit with a feather light touch before refocusing once again.
Was it cruel? Maybe. Was it unnecessary? Probably. Would I stop doing it every time we had sex? Never in a million years.
I waited until she was soaking and begging me in that breathless tone. The tone of voice one gets where they would do anything to get the thing they wanted. I love it when she got to that point.
Maybe I am a bit of a sadist? It’s entirely possible that I am. I do genuinely enjoy making the woman I love most in the world beg for me. Oh well, There isn’t any genuine harm to it.
When she needed me, my fingers unceremoniously entered her, leaving her howling with pleasure. I smirked at her, “Shh.” I told her, slowing my movements to a torturous pace. “You don’t want the neighbors to know, do you?” I whispered to her. “Do I need to gag you?”
She gives me the weakest glare, I think, anyone had ever tried to make. Like an inconvenienced week-old kitten. It seems that it’s really hard to feign anger – or even annoyance – when distracted to such a degree.
I continued to tease her until she cried out. “Oh GOD! Oh GOOOD GOD! AH-H.” I couldn’t help the smug grin that painted itself over my face. I couldn’t help it. Being able to make her climax was such an ego boost.
She spun us around and smirked after basking in the afterglow of her earth-shattering orgasm for mere moments. “My turn~” She purred in my ear.
That was months ago, and nights like those, are definitely the good nights.
But, other nights…. We struggle to pay the bills and I find my teeth grinding. I have to lower myself to ask Assad for money. He dumps 70,000$ into my bank account, and it gets frozen again. I’m glad they do that, but it’s really hard to deal with having no money right when I need money the most.
I appreciate him so much but he goes waay too far. My ex-parents don’t even know he takes care of me. They just think he has a mistress. Which, somehow, is better than caring about his own flesh and blood to those two horrid people. Two horrible people that I used to wish I was more like.
Everything is completely fine. We ar
e happy. Even when it gets tough.
Things will only get better from here.
And I’d rather be happy with little, than miserable with a lot.
The second-best things in life may be horrendously expensive, but I truly believe the best things in life are free.
Virgin Beginnings
~ Bonus Story ~
A First Time College Lesbian Romance
Kaela
I had always been a geek and never found it easy to make friends. Now I was starting at a big university and wasn’t sure what to expect. When I find another freshman that enjoyed sci-fi, I was glad to have a friend. And she was a girl. I started to develop strange feelings for her though, the more time we spent together and I felt confused. Why was I feeling attracted to another girl? I had barely dated men, let alone thought I was lesbian. Even though jealousy nearly drove us apart, I couldn’t get my green-haired fairy queen out of my head. I even trusted her with a secret not even my parents knew!
Jenna
I never thought I would fall for a cute geeky girl, but after I showed her what it was like to kiss another woman, I really wanted her. I knew she was innocent and didn’t want to take things too fast or do anything to scare her off. Unfortunately, my big mouth was always getting me into trouble, and it did with her too. Then she disappeared out of my life for three months. I didn’t know if I’d ever see her again. I had many opportunities to pursue other girls, but it was only her I wanted. My friends were supportive, but warned me about going for a baby dyke!
* * *
Chapter 1
“Kaela, you need to stock up on water and emergency supplies!”
“Yes dad!”
“They said thousands could be killed and we’d have no electricity for a long time. We need to be prepared, honey!”
My father had watched a program on the Cascadia Rising exercise, a massive tsunami and earthquake drill involving the whole Pacific Northwest.
“I know, dad.”
“There won’t even be any mobile phone service!”
I had seen a few minutes of the news footage, with military vehicles delivering supplies to Vashon Island.
“And I can’t believe they still haven’t reinforced your building since last time dad! It’s so dangerous!”
“Yes, yes,” he replied, “I know. They keep saying it’ll cost too much!”
“Cost too much! You could have been killed!”
I wished my dad would find another job and stop working in the dangerous old brick building he had been, for longer than I’d been alive. And his building wasn’t the only one in Seattle that was a potential death trap. There were about a thousand more that were unsafe, if another earthquake struck! I could still remember the 2001 quake clearly, even though I was only four years old.
It was my first year of school and one I would never forget. I first noticed my chair starting to shake and looked around. No one else seemed to have noticed. Then the roaring sound began, as a whistle and everything started to shake. The teacher looked around the room, confused. Everything was rattling, as the rumbling grew louder. The children around me started to cry.
“Everyone under their desks!” the teacher shouted.
The drone of the vibrations grew so loud, it nearly drowned out her voice. My whole class was crying, including me.
“Get down on your knees and cover your head with your arms, like this.”
I knelt down under my vibrating desk. I could feel the ground shaking beneath me. All I wanted was my mom, at that point. And, judging by the numerous other cries of “Mommy!” I wasn’t alone.
Books fell down off the shelves and the clock, with the smiley face, fell off the wall.
After the shaking finally stopped, the whole school, including our daycare, was led out of the building, onto the field. My class twin squeezed my hand as we walked out two-by-two. I felt braver for a few seconds.
When I was older, my mother told me about how her building had shook. She had been 20 floors up! She could feel the whole building swaying with the force of the shock, but thankfully it was a new building and it stayed standing. The building my dad worked in was not so lucky. My mother had collected me from school already that day, when she found out about my dad. I could see the fear she had been suppressing for my sake come to the surface. The old brick building he worked in had sustained major damage. My father and ten of his colleagues were injured and had been sent to hospital.
He had only suffered minor concussion from the incident, but I still hated him working in the same building.
“Nobody was killed, Kaela. I’ll be fine.”
I shook my head as I lay on my raised bed in my res. Beneath the bed, I had my study desk. I shared the room with another girl, who was luckily neater than I was. Her bed was crease-free and her desk was clear except for a stationery holder.
My room at my parent’s home was even smaller, so res life wasn’t too much of an adjustment for me. But I was glad the scholarship had included on-campus housing, as much as I loved my parents.
***
I woke up before my roommate on our first day of class. I had been awake since 06:00, but didn’t want to disturb her. When my alarm went off at 06:30, I sat up in bed.
“Well this is it!” she said.
She rolled over and looked at me.
“Nervous?” she asked.
She smiled at me. I raised my eyebrows.
“Not at all!” I said.
She tilted her head to the side and started laughing. I sniggered and burst out laughing too. We would be fine. After my first two classes that morning, I had an hour gap. I hauled out my campus map, looked around sheepishly and found a coffee shop in a nearby building. I shook my head. It was going to take a long time to get to know where everything was on the huge campus! I passed by a fountain, with a pond which would be inviting in summer. I pushed my shoulders back. I could do this! As I watched the water spraying up into the air, I suddenly collided with someone. Their books fell to the ground.
“I’m so sorry!” I said, “That was my fault. I wasn’t paying attention!”
“Don’t worry about it,” they responded.
Then I looked up and saw who I had bumped into. It was a girl. She had green hair tied in two plaits that hung down over the front of her top. Her eyes were blue and her skin pale. Her long, toned legs were covered by tights with a green dragon-scale pattern.
I closed my mouth. She grinned at me.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
“I- I’m fine,” I replied, “Thanks!”
She straightened her books, after I helped her pick them up and I watched her go, before resuming my search for coffee. In the afternoon, I had class in the Chemistry building. I pushed open the heavy lecture hall door. The room was much larger than the ones I’d been in that morning. As I made my way to the middle of the rows, I noticed there were a few familiar faces from my earlier classes, but many I hadn’t seen before.
The lecturer began roll call. I would be right near the end. After the lecturer called out the second name on the list though, I thought the voice that responded, sounded familiar. I looked in the direction it came from and immediately recognized the head of green hair. I moistened my lips with my tongue. What a crazy coincidence, I thought. And now I knew her name - Jenna. I looked down at my laptop screen quickly, in case she caught me staring, again.
Chapter 2
Since my last class ended at 15:00, I had time to start studying for my first test on Friday. As I stepped onto the cement step outside my res, Jenna was coming the opposite way.
“Hey!” she exclaimed, “You again! My name’s Jenna, by the way. What’s yours?”
“I – err,” I began, “I’m Kaela.”
She extended her hand and I took it in mine. Her skin was as soft as satin. As I breathed in deeply, her scent reminded me of Seward Park, close to my parent’s house. I had been hiking there with them and been twice with my karate group. The karate weekends were always
brutal. Our sensei was a real sadist. We were up for a run each morning at 06:00, followed by a morning and afternoon training session. I loved training, though the few minutes of the long run I was alone among the tall green trees, I felt the most free. I had achieved my brown belt already, but wasn’t sure I would carry on training while I was studying, though the University did have a club.
“Nice to meet you Kaela,” Jenna replied, “It seems we keep bumping into each other. Maybe it’s for a reason-”
She stared at me for a few seconds and then began to giggle. I giggled too, still unable to take my eyes off her. I couldn’t understand why I was so intrigued by her.
“You also staying here?” I asked.
And then felt stupid for asking. She didn’t seem to notice.
“Yeah!” she replied, “I guess I’ll be seeing more of you then!” she added.
I certainly hoped I would see more of her. In our next shared Chemistry class, she spotted me when I walked into the hall and beckoned me over. My heart was beating twice as fast as usual by the time I reached the empty space next to her and pulled out the chair.
“Hi Kaela!” she greeted.
I looked at her pale arm next to mine on the desk. Though I was of mixed decent, my skin was not much darker than hers. Her accent sounded Canadian, but I was too shy to ask her where she was from. I hated talking about my family. My roommate laughed quietly every evening when my dad or mom would phone to check up on me.
A week later, I bumped into Jenna again, but this time in the res bathroom! She was wearing a towel wrapped around her otherwise naked body. Her wet hair was sleeked back. Droplets of water dripped down onto her cleavage. I had to force myself to look away.
“Sorry Jenna,” I said, “I’m always bumping into things!”
She laughed. “I see so,” she said.
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