by Jessica Loft
“No,” Queenie whispered, shaking her head. “No I don’t, not at all. Kyeisha- I never had feelings for her, not like that. And now, after she basically tried to force me to kiss her, I definitely don’t want to.” She paused, and reached out to take Amanda’s hand.
“I only want to kiss you, baby. I promise.”
Amanda nodded her head, but didn’t say anything else. For the rest of the meal she poked at her oatmeal with her spoon, no longer hungry. Queenie continued to rant about her hurt feelings, and she heard every word. Still, aside from her assurances, Amanda still wondered if she was holding Queenie back from something that could be greater than her.
CHAPTER 5
Amanda burrowed her face into Queenie’s bosom, content in the fact that it was once again Saturday. It had been a week since the entire upset with Queenie and Kyeisha. At first, Queenie was really upset about it, and understandably so. By Wednesday though she was reaching for Amanda again, and by Friday night they were sleeping together in Queenie’s bed again. She didn’t want to push, but Amanda had been craving sleeping next to Queenie all week. They hadn’t had sex since the whole Kyeisha ordeal, and in the back of her mind it worried Amanda.
Still, she knew if she was patient that she would come around. At least, she hoped she would. Opening her eyes, Amanda turned around and picked up her phone. It read nine-thirty, and she knew that Queenie wouldn’t be up for at least another hour. After quietly slipping out of bed, she stretched and grabbed her toothbrush and toothpaste.
When she opened her eyes, Amanda held back a gasp as she came face to face with Kyeisha. She wasn’t sure how long she’d been standing outside their door, but there she was, her brown eyes wide with emotion. Amanda quickly shut the door behind her, knowing that it would lock automatically.
“Kyeisha. Hi,” Amanda greeted, feeling a bout of uneasiness rush through her.
“Is Queenie home?” She asked, her eyes darting from Amanda to the closed door, and then back to Amanda again.
“I don’t think she wants to talk to you right now. You really hurt her feelings and I think she needs her space.”
“I came to apologize,” Kyeisha replied, a little too quickly. “I came to say I’m sorry, so please let me in so I can talk to her.”
Amanda began to tremble as she felt herself draw in. She hated altercation, and she could sense that this was about to become one. Still, she couldn’t let her in to see Queenie. Slowly she shook her head no.
“She will come talk to you when she’s ready,” Amanda responded. “But until then I’m not going to let you in.”
Something turned in Kyeisha’s eyes, and Amanda suddenly felt as if she was in danger.
“Hey!” A voice called out from the end of the hallway. “What’s going on here?”
The RA walked towards them, looking grumpy and protective.
“You don’t live on this floor,” she said, eyeing Kyeisha up and down. “Do you have an invitation?”
“Relax hall monitor,” Kyeisha shot back, stepping away from Amanda. “I was just leaving.”
Amanda watched rigidly as Kyeisha disappeared into the stairwell. Her eyes had been wide, and sleep deprived. There was something about her the was wired and jittery, and it made Amanda feel suddenly unsafe. She jumped when she felt Trish, her Resident Advisor, placed her hand on Amanda’s shoulder.
“Hey,” she said softly, noticing Amanda’s concerned expression. “Is everything okay?”
Amanda licked her lips and nodded her head, not sure what to say. After making up an excuse about lost notes, Amanda excused herself and headed into the bathroom to brush her teeth. By the time she made it back to her dorm room, Queenie was awake and sitting up in bed.
“Good morning,” Queenie greeted sleepily, opening her arms to Amanda.
In that moment Amanda shrugged off the incident and crawled happily back into Queenie’s arms. Sighing in contentment, she snuggled as close to her as possible.
“Thank you for being so patient with me this week,” Queenie murmured, her lips already making their way down Amanda’s neck. “I hope you’ll let me make it up to you.”
Gasping in pleasure, Amanda spread her legs for Queenie’s inquisitive fingers. Already she could feel her nipples harden and her juices flowing as her lover’s middle and pointer finger slipped between the wet folds of her tight lips. Amanda had missed the feel of Queenie all week, and with her mounting pleasure, she quickly forgot everything but her.
“You’re so wet for me baby,” Queenie moaned, thrusting her fingers in a perfect motion. She loved knowing that she made Amanda aroused and happy, and as she began making her way down her torso to taste her again, she knew that she wanted to be the reason for all of her happiness. Queenie loved the way Amanda’s hips writhed and thrust up to her tongue and lips. It was as if her body craved the way she could touch her, and she loved that.
“Oh, Queenie,” Amanda moaned, her legs trembling as they wrapped around her lover’s back. “Don’t leave me,” she breathed a moment before she felt herself erupt. Her love for her woman squirted out of her in long shots of cum, and Amanda knew then and there that she was in love with her.
Afterwards, Amanda was all too happy to return the favor, and begged Queenie to spread her legs and sit above her lips so that she could take in the amazing hourglass view that was her body. Queenie was happy to oblige, and as she writhed and moaned above Amanda’s quickly learning tongue she called out her name. She wanted Amanda in her life now more than ever, and she wanted to do whatever it took to keep her happy.
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Throughout the day, Amanda tried to think of ways to bring up Kyeisha’s odd early morning visit. No matter how hard she tried though, it just never seemed like the right time. Whether they were around Queenie’s friends or parting to go study, bringing it up was inconvenient. She didn’t want to keep it from Queenie. In fact, she wanted to figure out together how they were going to deal with the madness.
“Where are we going?” Amanda asked, her fingers wrapped around Queenie’s. She had decided that after dinner was going to be a good time to tell her, but after they were done eating, Queenie had grabbed her hand and started leading her off campus instead of towards the dorm buildings.
“You’ll see,” Queenie giggled. With their hands wound around one another’s, Queenie took them off campus and into the actual town. Their university sat just a few streets away from the small town, but there was actually a lot to do in it. There was a bunch of restaurants where the college students could go when they got tired of the dining hall food, a few shops for school supplies, music, and comics, and of course a few beer and liquor distributors for those that were over twenty-one.
However, Queenie led Amanda past all of that and, to her surprise, to the front door of The Vibe. The Vibe was a place every college student talked about, but never dared to go. Most were afraid to go into the adult toy store because even though they were boastful, they didn’t have the gull to back it up. Queenie however walked into the store proudly, and called a cheerful hello to the clerk at the front.
“Hi there!” The clerk greeted, her smile wide. Amanda took in the middle- aged woman with short, curly gray hair and cobalt blue eyes. She was short, thin, and wore clothing much like Amanda’s own grandma. If she would have seen her on the street, Amanda would have never guessed that she owned a sex shop.
“Hello Miss Ambers,” Queenie replied, pulling Amanda up to the older woman. “How are you?”
“I’m fine honey, and how are you? I haven’t seen you at any Pride meetings lately.” Miss Ambers’ eyes darted to Amanda and she wiggled her eyebrows. “Is this lovely lady why?”
Queenie laughed and nodded her head, much to Amanda’s embarrassment.
“Miss Ambers this is my girlfriend, Amanda. Amanda, this is Miss Ambers. She runs The Vibe, but she’s also one of the best Sociology professor’s on campus.”
Amanda stammered out a hello and reached out to shake the older woman’s hand.
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“So, my dear ladies, what are you looking for tonight?” Miss Ambers came around the counter and walked them around the store.
“As you can see we have quite the selection of pornography, tools, outfits- you name it, we either got it or we can get it for you.”
Miss Ambers, being the wise old lesbian she was, could sense Amanda’s discomfort, and decided to back off.
“I’ll be in the back doing inventory dearies. When you’re ready just ring the bell okay?”
“What are we doing here?” Amanda asked, looking around.
“You’ll see,” Queenie promised, a large smile on her face.
CHAPTER 6
Amanda giggled as she held the hot pink strap on up.
“It’s not as intimidating as I thought it would be,” She admitted, strapping the harness to her hips. The phallus they had picked out was small, barely six inches, but had great girth and a vibration option. To Amanda it didn’t look like a penis at all, but a fun looking toy that was metallic, hot pink, and rubbery. Amused, she pressed her index finger into the tip of it and moved it up, then let it fall. It bobbed on the harness up and down jovially, and Amanda giggled again.
“’I’m glad you like it,” Queenie laughed, reaching for Amanda’s harnessed hips. Smiling, she dragged her down to the bed, and wrapped her legs around her seductively. Their lips met in a playful kiss that soon turned sensual, and before Amanda could think too much about it, she was sliding her hips up and between Queenie’s and felt the vibrator slide easily into her lover.
“Oh, my,” Queenie moaned, already bucking her hips up and down on the phallus. “Now move your hips baby. Yes, just like that, ohh, yes,” she instructed, her fingertips digging Amanda’s shoulder blades.
To her surprise, the strap on was a lot easier to handle than what she thought it would be, and was a lot more exciting as well. As she felt the power of being able to thrust into Queenie, her self-confidence grew. She could see the pleasure etched in her lover’s face; hear her moans; feel her wetness. To Amanda, it was the ultimate satisfaction.
Feel empowered, she reached between them and pushed the little button the activated the vibrator. Queenie screamed and delight and began to orgasm almost immediately. Amanda felt the joy of the vibrations as well, and as she leaned down to kiss Queenie as she came, she realized that this little thing, much to her surprise, was her new favorite thing. She could feel her own orgasm mounting, her breath coming in small moans, and as she nearly reached her peak, they both heard a harsh, loud rapping against their door, freezing them immediately.
“Who the fuck is that?” Queenie moaned, looking towards the door. As if in response, they both heard Kyeisha’s voice from the other side of the door. She was slurring and obviously very drunk.
“Queenie!” She yelled, banging on the door again. “Queenie let me in, I know you’re there!” Amanda quickly forgot about their toy, and after she slipped it out of her girlfriend, they both quickly dressed and went to the door. When they opened it, Kyeisha first smiled as she saw Queenie, but it quickly turned into a glare when she saw that Amanda was standing right beside her.
“You bitch,” she slurred, lunging for Amanda. Due to her drunkenness, all Amanda had to do was side step her, and she easily avoided the altercation. Kyeisha stumbled into the room, nearly knocked over Queenie’s dresser.
“What in the hell are you doing here?” Queenie hissed, pulling her drunken friend off of the floor. “I told you to stay away!”
“I did! I mean I tried. But it’s so hard,” Kyeisha whined, taking a seat in Queenie’s computer chair.
“You were my best friend before our little fight. I just miss you. Don’t you miss me?”
Queenie rolled her eyes, but took a step towards Kyeisha.
“Yes, I miss you. As my friend, but nothing more. You tried to force me into a sexual situation! It wasn’t right,” Queenie explained.
“But it was just a kiss,” Kyeisha whined.
Laughing, Queenie leaned back, crossed her arms, and arched her eyebrow. She was ready to be in full diva mode.
“Boo boo, what would you do if Jamal tried to do that to me, huh? Or Bronson? Or even your brother Matthew? I’ve known them all my life too.”
“I would beat their faces in,” Kyeisha promised. Then, as if understanding Queenie’s logic, quickly began shaking her head.
“I mean, it’s different though. They’re boys. They could”-
“Do exactly what you did?” Queenie finished.
Kyeisha shook her head, this time towards her own thoughts than Queenie’s words.
“I didn’t do that…did I?”
Queenie nodded her head slowly, reaching for Amanda’s hand.
“Yeah, you did. Do you understand now?”
“Yeah,” Kyeisha answered softly, sobering up a little. Her eyes darted from Queenie to Amanda, then to their hands. The realization of what she had done to her friend had started to dawn on her. Remorse and shame flooded through her as she thought it through, and she put her head in her hands.
“I’m so sorry,” she groaned. “And Amanda I’m sorry too. It wasn’t your fault that all of this was happening. I shouldn’t have cornered you this morning.”
“What happened this morning?” Queenie asked, looking over at Amanda.
“Nothing to worry about,” Amanda said quickly, shaking her head. “I’ll tell you about it later. But for now, I think we need to get Kyeisha home so she can sleep this off.”
Both of them looked back at Kyeisha, who was struggling to keep her eyes open. Queenie realized that she was a little drunker than she had thought. Together they linked their arms with Kyeisha and walked her back to her dorm room two buildings over. When they were done, Queenie promised Kyeisha that she would call her tomorrow, and they walked arm in arm back to their dorm room.
“Are you okay? Queen asked, looking over at Amanda.
“Yeah, I am,” Amanda promised. “I was going to tell you this morning, but as the day wore on, it just didn’t seem as big of a deal as it felt at the time.” After a moment a smile spread across her face and she leaned over to kiss Queenie on the cheek.
“Besides, I would much rather think about what I’m going to finish doing to you after we get back to our dorm room.”
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Thirst For The Hunt
CHAPTER 1
Depoe Bay was small, quiet, and between a thick forest and an ocean. For Emily, it was the perfect place to start life over. Life for Emily Nichole Hoover had not been easy. Her childhood had been filled with tragedy, and then through her late teens she’d dealt with the unfortunate and constant struggle of trying to keep men off of her in her hometown of Harrisburg, Pennsylvania. She wanted to go someplace as far away from the east coast as possible, and she’d finally found it. After four days of bus rides and only one shower later, Emily arrived at five-thirty in the morning in the bus depot of the still sleeping town.
Looking around, she took in her new surroundings. Tall fir trees surrounded her, thick and beautiful with dark green tufts of needles shooting out in wide girths of branches. Across from the depot was the road into town, and even from where she stood she could see the peaks of the little white church, a few houses, and a sign that read Joy’s Diner, blinking its neon lights. Tucking a strand of her curly brown hair behind her ear, Emily began walking down the road towards the town.
Though it was true she had very little money saved; having spent most of it on the bus tickets, she was still optimistic. Emily was a pro at camping, and she had heard that the small town hardly ever had reason to call the cops. With that reason, she figured that no one would bother her if she set up her tent in the woods until she could work up enough money to afford an apartment.
She reached Joy’s Diner quickly, and immediately opened the door; eager to begin her new endeavor. At the front stood a large older black woman, with her hair tied in a big bun atop of her head. S
he smiled warmly and greeted her. She reminded Emily of the grandmother she’d always hoped to have, and she resisted the urge to run into the woman’s arms when she continued to smile at her.
“Can I help you child?” The older woman asked, picking up a menu.
“Uh, yes, actually. I’m looking for breakfast. And a job. I just moved here and I need one right away. I was hoping you had a position open,” Emily spilled out in a rush.
The older woman looked at her surprised for a moment, but then her face softened again. She guided Emily to the empty bar and together they sat down. Towards the back, she called for someone named Earl to start making a pancake breakfast.
“You’re not from around here, are you honey? I mean, not even from the west coast.”
Emily shook her head. “No ma’am. But I’m where I want to be, and I’m willing and wanting to work in order to start my life here.” She brought her hazel green eyes up to the older woman, hoping she could see the truth in them. At age twenty, Emily was tired of living her old life, and desperately wanted a new start.
“Alright then,” the woman said finally, nodding her head. “My name is Joy, and that, back there, is Earl. We own this diner here, and we usually manage on our own just fine. But if you can do up the dishes and maybe clean the tables too, we’ll pay ten dollars an hour and give you a hot a meal for every four hour shift you work. Deal?”
Emily smiled widely as she shook Joy’s hand.
“Deal!”
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Adam looked up at the morning sky, not intimidated at all by it. In Depoe Bay the sun hardly ever shone. It was always dark, rainy, and full of life. Even if it wasn’t human. Bored, he ran his tongue down his left fang until it reached the severely pointed tip. He wasn’t hungry, not really. But he was bored. And from the look of the rest of his brothers, they were too. He ran a hand through his short, straight black hair, and then popped his knuckles one at a time. Desperate for something to do, he hopped off the rock.
