Big on Education

by Laurie Ames

  “I’ve taught you too well, it seems,” Tyreesha hissed out of frustration and lust. Alicia said nothing, but the grin on her face said it all, as she continued to mercilessly tease her girlfriend. When Alicia was satisfied that she was completely at her mercy, she switched on the rabbit and without warning, shoved it deep inside so the ears were squished right up against her clit and the base was deeply embedded.

  “Fuck!” Shouted Tyreesha helplessly from the pleasant surprise. Yes, she had taught her lover a little too well, but it obviously had been totally worth it!

  The torture continued as Alicia did not move the toy at all for a good, long while. Only once she was satisfied with the amount of squirming that Tyreesha had endured, was when she would be willing to give her another powerful release. At first, she was slow in her deliberate movements, but she eventually sped up until Tyreesha had screamed so loudly and came so hard that she might as well have caused a riot.

  “I can’t help but wonder if you were just trying to kill me,” was all that Tyreesha was able to say, after having laid out on the bed unable to move for a few moments.

  “No,” Alicia answered calmly as she turned off the toy and licked her lover’s juices from it. “I was just trying to return all the things you have made me feel, plus interest,” she said as she climbed up to Tyreesha’s level and kissed her deeply while putting the toy back where it belonged. She crawled into her girlfriend’s arms, both deeply content and fell asleep.

  ***

  Alicia had laid awake half the night, feeling guilty and wondering about the future. When Tyreesha woke up in bed the next morning, Alicia was already leaning over and looking into her face, as though eager to talk. Tyreesha took a long yawn and started rubbing her eyes before being suddenly interrupted from her morning ritual.

  “That was great last night but where do we go from here?” Suddenly asked Alicia.

  “Huh?” replied Tyreesha, still reeling from fatigue.

  “Well, think about it. Nothing has changed. I’m still a college professor and you are still a student. I am an older white woman; you are a young black lady. People will never accept us as we are, you know that this will always be a problem.”

  “What are you saying? Are you having second thoughts about me? About us?” asked Tyreesha as she started to feel her world was about to collapse.

  “I need more than just sneaking around, having sex and pretending all is well. I need more than a clandestine lifestyle. Will you still love me when I am older?”

  Tyreesha grimaced briefly, her mind racing about what to say. “The hell with everybody else. Who cares what they may think? I love you and want to be with you forever. Why don’t we get married and just tell the whole wide world to fuck off?”

  Chapter Six

  Their relationship only grew stronger after that night. Alicia continued to teach college and Tyreesha to learn. Then, during the beginning of Tyreesha’s senior year, Alicia’s husband Neil suddenly died of a massive heart attack while in court. Alicia was teaching in class when she received the sad news.

  Despite having lost all real feelings for her husband, Alicia was still devastated about Neil’s passing and had sought comfort with Tyreesha. Tyreesha had, of course, held no grudge against Alicia for being upset over her loss. Tyreesha had gone to the funeral, along with all her classmates and everyone else who had known the popular couple. Alicia’s daughter, Betty, was the one exception. Alicia had informed Betty about her father’s death and had confided in Tyreesha that her daughter was genuinely distraught but truly felt that she would have been unwelcome at the funeral. Instead, Betty had decided to send a beautifully decorated wreath out of respect for her father, which Alicia had proudly displayed for everyone to see.

  Time moved slowly forward and Tyreesha’s graduation day came and passed. Coincidentally, she eventually decided to work at the same law firm that Alicia had once worked. Alicia and Tyreesha moved into beautiful separate condos, just a block away from each other. While spending most of their time together, they kept their separate lifestyles, but with plans to one day be married and share their lives forever.

  Regardless of how successful Tyreesha became, the two women never revealed their relationship to anyone—with the exception of Alicia’s daughter Betty. Neil’s life insurance policy had provided Alicia with quite a huge sum and she used the money to fund Betty and her husband’s art careers. It was contingent upon them moving here to this area, which they readily obliged. It was like a giant albatross had been lifted from Alicia’s shoulders. To now have both Tyreesha and Betty in her life was a blessing.

  Strangely, several years passed with still no firm marriage date in sight for Alicia and Tyreesha. Their lives seemed perfect as they continued to live and love each other. Eventually marriage became less and less important with time. After all, a marriage certificate is just a piece of paper, but happiness is forever.

  ~The End~

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  Just Peachy

  Lesbian Romance

  By Laurie Ames

  Prologue:

  Lena, a professional woman that is focused on her successful business has chosen to conceal her lesbian lifestyle. Lena’s Mom mentions that their best friend's daughter is looking for a job. The two daughters meet to discuss the position but soon realize the sexual energy between them is red hot. Unfortunately, her potential new girlfriend does not do closets. Will they be able to ignore the sparks that fly whenever they are in the same room?

  Content Warning: Scorching hot sex, love scenes and naughty language 18+ only.

  Chapter One

  It had been a long grueling day at work. When Lena’s phone rang, and she held back a sigh. She’d been an early adopter of the cell phone concept, but she’d given her mother the phone number and regretted that decision since day one. She received calls when the neighbor’s dog scratched the fence, when Mrs. Gonzales had a meltdown in the front yard and sometimes just when the nest felt a little too empty. She was one of those tea drinking Mama’s with whiskey in the cup.

  She tried not to be frustrated about it. Her father had died just after she’d graduated college, and she’d been an only child. It was natural for her mother to lean on her. At least she didn’t have kids to look after; some of her friends were hitting a delightful section of life where they were trying to get their kids ready for high school – or, for a couple of high achievers, college – at the same time as their parents were needing more and more care.

  She shouldn’t begrudge her mother a few phone calls. Even if they were a few phone calls, daily.

  Lena took a moment to plaster a smile all over her face before she swiped to take the call.

  “Hi, Mama. Everything okay?”

  “Of course, sweetheart,” Mom said. “How’s your day?”

  Lena pinched the bridge of her nose and tried not to focus on the mountain of paperwork that was piled in front of her. This was her mother. Her mother deserved her attention. Her mother was lonely. Even if this was the most annoying kind of call, it was still her mom.

  “Just fine,” Lena said. “Pretty busy.” Just for fun, to see if it would work this one time, she tried the same tactic she’d used many times in the past. “We’re close to a new deal with a pastry chef. Remember, I was telling you about the new location we were going to open downtown.”

  “Well actually, that’s exactly what I wanted to talk to you about,” Mom said, and Lena stopped mid syllable. Her mother had desperately wanted her to go to culinary school, and Lena had done it, but after a few years of work in the restaurant business, it became painfully clear that her talents were more suited to management. It hadn’t ever bothered her as she turned out to be extremely proficient at making the restaurants run smoothly. She was great at smoothing difficulties with vendors and loved managing the chefs and servers. But her mother had always treated her like a big dis
appointment. Until this very moment.

  “Remember Sarah and Jonah Donaldson?”

  It took a moment, but Lena did. They’d been at Dad’s funeral. They’d kissed her cheeks and held her tightly, and they seemed to mean it when they said to let them know if she needed anything.

  “Yes. From church?”

  “Exactly,” Mom said. “You probably don’t remember Kelsie, their daughter, but she just graduated from the Culinary Institute, and she’s trying to find her first job, and – well, she’s a little unorthodox, and you know how that can be–”

  Just peachy. It absolutely figured that the first time Mom showed any interest in Lena’s career, it was because she needed a job for a friend of a friend. The woman networked like – well, like an old Greek woman.

  “Mama, I can’t just hire someone I’ve never even met.”

  “Of course not, Lena, that would be ridiculous,” Mom said. “That’s why I want you to come over on Saturday for a lunch. The Donaldson’s will be grilling, and Kelsie will be there. We haven’t said anything to Kelsie, of course, but you can meet her, try some of her cooking, and see what you think. I’m not a monster, Lena,” Mom said, her tone chastising. “I know you have a business to run. If you think she’s a good fit, then we can do them a good turn, but if not, I’ll never say another word.”

  Mom’s version of never saying another word was different from other people’s, but it was better than nothing, as these things went.

  “Okay,” Lena said, flipping open her calendar. “It’ll have to be early; I have a meeting in the afternoon.”

  “Lena, you own the whole business, why do you need to work on the weekend.”

  Lena bit her tongue. The ‘because owning the business is a responsibility’ conversation never went well. Dad had understood. Mom never had or wouldn’t. She’d never been entirely sure which it was.

  “I’ll be there, Mama, but I need to leave at 2.”

  “All right, Lena-love. We’ll see you then.”

  Chapter Two

  It was past five by the time Lena was able to power off her computer and organize the invoices she’d been struggling with all week. She was working on implementing a new inventory management system across the restaurants, and while the technical installation had gone fine, getting everyone on the same page about how to use it was a struggle. Some of her servers were still convinced that since they remembered numbers differently, the number of dishes sold was wrong in the software, and one of her chefs was vehemently insisting that using the inventory controls was stifling her art. She’d been putting together another presentation to show how productive the software can be – and how she could translate that in terms of new equipment and salary increases. Appeal to their economic interests, if not their art, she told herself. Just give it time to work, she hoped.

  With the business packed away for the night, she was ready to unwind at the lounge across town for a glass of wine and a laugh with her best friend, Melissa. The lounge wasn’t hers, which was nice. If she partied at one of her own businesses, she’d never get to relax.

  It was funny. She never meant to be into her 30s and still be hiding in the closet. She’d always planned to tell her parents that she identified as a lesbian, but only after she’d seriously found someone that was appropriate enough to bring home for a family dinner. Right now, it seemed like too much work to have that conversation beforehand. Then there had been the whole debacle while she was running Christos downtown, and then Daddy had died. She became quietly horrified at the idea of ever telling her mother, so it was easier to say nothing. Besides, she didn’t have time to date anyway. So, it was irrelevant.

  She locked the door and drove to Butterfly, where she could spend an hour without worrying about letting her secrets slip.

  She and Melissa usually went to Butterfly with the Friday night crowd, but sometimes afterwards, when Melissa went home, Lena went to Lounge 69, a gritty downtown lesbian bar that had a clean floor but a dirty parking lot. She didn’t hide from Melissa, but at 69, she didn’t hide from anyone.

  She didn’t think tonight would be a 69 night. She was bone-weary from trying to sort out the new software, and she wanted a drink, a chat, and a long, hot bath.

  Melissa normally claimed them a corner booth at Butterfly, but when Lena walked in, Melissa was sitting at the bar, and all the booths full. She recognized most of the Friday night regulars, but in their normal booth was a crowd of “just kids”. They were young not just in appearance, but in volume, in the casual way they all had their phones out on the table and alternated between talking to each other and talking on their phones.

  She would have thought they were adorable if they hadn’t been in her booth. Melissa was refusing to look at the kids because that just made her irritated all the more. She’d eschewed her usual chardonnay for what looked like some kind of … maybe an Electric Lemonade? It was neon blue, anyway, and the false-sweet citrus smell was painfully strong.

  “What gives,” Lena asked the air around herself as she slid onto the barstool.

  Melissa shook her head ruefully. “They got here first.”

  “Is that how this place operates?” Asked Lena, rolling her eyes at Dmitri, the tall dark-skinned bartender at Butterfly. She’d been trying to poach him for years, offering him his choice of locations, but he was firm in his loyalties. The bastard.

  Dmitri shrugged. “I offered to sit on the table and let Melissa tattoo her name on my ass so she could argue that she’d claimed it, but she was somehow resistant to the idea.”

  Lena made a show of standing on the bar rail and leaning over to get a good look. Dmitri turned sideways and lifted his ass like a model.

  “I would have taken that deal, Mel,” Lena said. “I think he works out.”

  “Our booth,” Melissa said, running her finger through the condensation on her glass and ignoring both of them just as fiercely as before. “Ours. Since college, Dmitri. Every Friday at 5, that booth is empty. Everyone knows. It’s not like Meadow Falls is so big.”

  Dmitri tossed a towel over his shoulder and folded his arms across his chest. “Kiss me, and I’ll go clear them out for you.”

  Melissa looked up at him, her eyes narrow. “Are you serious?”

  “I was serious about the ass tattoo, too.”

  “I want my booth, Dmitri.”

  “Earn it,” he replied.

  Lena wasn’t sure if she’d ever seen Melissa move so fast. She stood up on the rail, leaned across the bar enough to get her fingers into the cotton of Dmitri’s shirt and tugged him close. There was no way in the world she could have moved the big man if he hadn’t been willing, so when he came across the bar to meet her mouth with his, the sizzle of tension was nearly audible.

  It was captivating, seeing that much need in one physical interaction. Melissa had been eyeing their bartender’s ass for many, many years, but she’d never responded to any of his gentle flirting, insisting that he was just searching for better tips. But now, there was a lot more happening. Lena liked seeing her friend being free and happy – but some part of her twisted up. She wasn’t having a midlife crisis, that was ridiculous, but it would feel nice to have someone to kiss.

  They broke apart with an audible pop, and Melissa licked her lips. Dmitri’s eyes were wide, his lips swollen from the fierce pressure. “Get me my booth,” Melissa said, settling back down onto her stool, “then come back and tell me when your next break is. Because we apparently have some things to discuss.”

  “Yes, ma’am,” Dmitri said. Lena watched out of the corner of her eye as Melissa casually sipped at her drink.

  “So, I’m drinking alone tonight, then?” she said, forcing some humor into her tone.

  Melissa glanced over. “No! Definitely not. Just. Um. We’ve been talking about his ass for a while, and – I could use – “she shrugged.

  “An orgasm?”

  “Yes.”

  “So, I’m drinking alone tonight.” Maybe I will end up at Lounge 69
after all.

  “Not necessarily. I’m sorry. I’m not sorry.”

  “Don’t be really sorry but fake it really hard for a minute.”

  “Can do.”

  Melissa didn’t make it to the booth at all. She and Dmitri disappeared, and Lena ended up in their traditional booth alone. The kids had mostly cleared out – apparently, they’d been close to packing up anyway when Dmitri spun a story about an executive reservation – and Lena sat still, trying to understand when exactly things had gone so sideways.

  She’d never been exactly popular in school, but she’d had friends, and she’d never been alone when she didn’t want to be. She’d had plenty of boyfriends and relied on the excuse of Catholic upbringing to explain why she never wanted to do more than fool around. In college, she’d realized more about who she was and what she wanted, but she’d been so busy with culinary classes and business management courses that she never had time for more than the occasional dark fumble. And then she’d screwed up in her very first restaurant, therefore putting herself under a microscope, and it had never been worth risking what she’d built after that.

  She’d sworn to put the business first. She had needed to make her parents proud. If that meant she would hold off on relationships until she’d achieved a certain level of success, then so be it, that would be just fine.

  And that had been fine. It had been fine for years, but now she couldn’t put her finger on why it wasn’t okay anymore.