She laughed a bit. “Sooooo, hyper-blonde free privacy?” I could almost see her suggestive look and wiggling eyebrows through the door. I snorted at the image “Yeah, privacy you perv.” She laughed back, “Cool. I know where I'll be hanging out a lot now.”
I finished getting dressed and walked out into the room brushing my long hair. Valla was sitting on my bed with a pen, writing on one of my notepads. She put them down on the nightstand when I came out to sit down beside her, still brushing. “Allow me.” she said, taking the brush and running it through my silky hair. I closed my eyes and just basked in the intimate attention for a minute.
I opened my eyes for a second, glancing over at the nightstand and seeing the crooked notepad with the pen sitting across it. I tried to ignore it, shutting my eyes again to enjoy the attention. But then I opened one eye, leaned over and nudged the notepad until the bottom aligned with the edge of the stand, then did the same with the pen before sitting back up and closing both eyes as she kept brushing.
I could hear Valla breathing a little heavy. “Is it wrong for me to think that it's, to borrow a phrase from Vicky, friggin' hawt, when you do that?” I snorted, “You'd be the only one.” My hair was brushed to one side and I gasped when I felt her soft lips at my pulse point, gently kissing and sucking.
I was starting to breath raggedly when she pulled back. “Okay lady, let's get some lunch before your class, we didn't eat any breakfast so you need to fuel up.” I was still breathing heavily, trying to get the heat between my thighs to dissipate. “You friggin' tease!” I whispered, but couldn't help but smile at her evil giggle.
With that, we were off to forage for lunch before I had to head off to my art class. I couldn't believe it when she grabbed my hand and laced our fingers, walking so close our legs brushed together. She was unafraid to show her feelings for me in public. I felt so lucky and proud to have her by my side.
We chatted while we ate. I found every facet of this woman fascinating. We overheard some passing students talking about the awesome urban artwork someone found after last nights party. Valla and I shared an 'Oh my God!' look with each other and laughed.
I was starting to get anxious as I noticed that a lot of the guys that walked by would notice me. A few looked at me like I was a piece of meat, I wasn't used to people being able to see me. I missed my hoodie, but I felt safer with Valla by my side. She seemed to read my mind. “See? I told you you were beautiful.”
“You shouldn't hide yourself away. You are gorgeous and should show it with pride to the world. Those guys can look all they want and be jealous, 'cause they can't have you, I've already claimed you for Vee-opolis!'” My cheeks burned, but in a moment of confidence I uttered a flirty, “Does that mean I get the key to the city?” wiggling my eyebrows suggestively. She giggled and blushed slightly and replied without missing a beat, “Freely given.”
Then all too soon we finished our lunch and it was off to class. I whispered to her as we emptied our trays at the trash can, “You make me brave,” implying our previous conversation about the hoodie. She shot a dazzling toothy smile at me, her eyes sparkling and saying more than any words could convey.
She shocked me further when she kissed me openly outside of my classroom, promising to be back to walk me to calculus later. Some people were smiling when I walked to my desk, but one of the girls in the room shot me a disgusted sneer. I heard someone fake cough “Dyke!” behind me. Real mature. It amazed me how polarizing sexuality could be for the people sticking their noses in your personal life. Why is it anyone else's business who I'm attracted too?
I simply ignored them as I settled in at my work station. A text buzzed on my phone, I looked at it. [ miss u already ] Blushing I quickly texted back [ miss u more ], just as the instructor walked in.
Chapter 5 – Art
Mrs. Sax started walking over to me soon after class began, stopping at various other students to answer questions as she approached. I was looking at a bunch of large bottles filled with plastic beads of various colors. I popped them open and poured them out across the my work surface with a smile. I grabbed a new canvas, laying it flat beside the beads and picked up a glue bottle.
I started gluing beads to the canvas in rows as Mrs. Sax arrived at my work space and addressed me. “So, Miss Jacobs...” I turned my attention to her as she spoke, absently grabbing beads and gluing them onto the canvas without really looking. “I showed the piece you created yesterday to the other art professors. You did that in an hour and a half.” It was a statement, not a question.
I couldn't read her expression. I steeled myself for the 'You can apply yourself better' lecture. I looked down shyly, understanding her disappointment while my hands continued gluing beads. “S-sorry, I could have d-done better but I had to scale back to make sure it was done by the end of class. I'll d-do better with this one, I'll just work faster.” Concern creased my face. I liked art, I didn't want to upset the instructor.
She placed a hand on my shoulder, “No hun, I didn't mean it like that, I meant that it was simply amazing you could accomplish that in such a short period of time. You know you don't have to do a project in a single class... you can take as long as you need.” I relaxed a bit and exhaled.
I glanced back up at her shaking my head a little. “I kinda have to, it's just the way it works with me... sorry ma'am. I'd drive myself up a wall if I left it unfinished overnight, I'd lose too much sleep.” She tilted her head and regarded me, I'm pretty sure she was trying to figure out my damage.
She continued with curiosity in her voice. “You didn't once move away from your canvas yesterday, how were you able to see what you were doing well enough to know what it looked like at a distance?”
I just shrugged at her as my hands kept working. “I can just see it in my head. I just take whatever material I have and make my collages. Sometimes it is hard since I convince myself I have to use every piece, so I have to get creative and devise a grid in my head before I start to utilize it all. It's just like math, I can just sorta see the answer.” She looked shocked, “You do it in your head?”
I shrugged again “Well, yeah. Isn't that how artists work? Visualize your painting or drawing or sculpture in your head and create what you envision?” She chuckled holding her hands up in surrender. “Touche. But you are on a whole other level. Do you have other pieces? And would you be interested in submitting your work into national competitions or selling your work at the art auction at the end of the quarter? I'm sure there will be great interest.”
I stopped working for a second, blushing at her compliments as I reached for my phone in my purse with my free hand. I pulled up the photo of my cup art from last night and handed the phone to her as I started working again. “I made that with some plastic cups for my... ummm... my 'girlfriend' last night at a party. I don't have any more, I gave all my work from high school to my art teacher at the end of the year since I lived at a youth hostel and didn't have any place to store them.” My heart soared while referring to Valla as my girlfriend. That just brought up the memory of her lips on mine and my heart skipped a beat. Mmmm.
“You did this with plastic cups? How long did it take you?” She asked. Ahh I know what she's getting at! I nodded, “Yeah, I could have done better, but I was limited by the amount of available cups. That's why it's so rough. It took around 10 minutes and 13 seconds to make.”
She shook her head with an odd smile on her face. “Hon, you gotta stop putting down your work. I've never seen anything like this skill you have. It is a true gift.”
I chuckled at her statement, “You'd be the first to think my obsessive compulsions are a gift.” She kept looking between my working hands and my eyes as we spoke. She went on to discuss not only entering my work in art competitions but possibly at student gallery showings as well. I still didn't think it was good enough, but she convinced me to agree.
I was counting down in my head, it was close to the end of class. I looked up at the clock to verify. Yup, tw
o minutes till class was out and I reached for the last bead and came up with nothing. I started to panic and turned away from her and started scanning the work surface, then looking at the ground mumbling under my breath, “Where is it? It has to be here... I can't finish. I know it was here...”
Mrs. Sax must have realized what I was doing when she uttered shyly, “Oh.” I looked at her to see her rolling the last bead between her fingers. “Sorry Miss Jacobs. Here.” she offered the bead and I grabbed it and glued it in place at the end of the final row.
I relaxed, thirty seconds left. “Done!” I exclaimed. I looked at her and cocked my head, tilting it down a bit to indicate she should stay. She smiled at me with an excited glint in her eyes as I walked across the room with the beaded canvas.
I turned it up for her to see the seascape, with the pier by the ferries that I used to walk along whenever I needed to think and get away from everything. I was almost happy with this one, a few more beads and it could have been better. “Amazing!” she said cupping her hands to her face almost like a prayer. As I walked back and placed the canvas by my other materials and made sure it was parallel to the tabletop.
“See you tomorrow Professor Sax.” I said as I retrieved my purse and book to head to calculus. “Please, call me Jenny.” she said. Then added while handing me her business card, “Would you mind sending me that photo of your cup art?” I smiled at her “No problem. And please, call me Mia. My mother was Mrs. Jacobs.” Before I left, I caught the look of pity on her face at my use of 'was'.
I took a single step out the door and was met by a grinning Valla. She gave me a quick peck on the lips and grabbed my hand as we started walking. “I sooo missed you while you were in there. You're like a drug to me. A drug that kisses reeeealy good!” She smiled with the excitement of a little kid in a candy store... I blushed.
“I missed you too Valla.” I giggled and laced our fingers, giving her hand a squeeze as we made our way to my calculus class. I sighed, I never wanted to let her go. But the moment was ruined by that same fake cough, “Dykes!” coming from behind us.
I had to grasp her hand tighter to prevent her from turning to confront the ass-hat. “Just ignore people like that. I've lived with harassing crap like that for a long time, gay slurs are just new kindling for their fire. They are just ignorant, or jealous, or both. I mean, you are quite a catch.” I grinned ear to ear at her, winking. She relaxed and returned the smile.
I suddenly perked up, “Oh! By the way! I was super psyched when I got to call you my girlfriend to my art instructor! She liked the cup you.” I'm sure my eyes were twinkling as she leaned down for a quick kiss. The way she towers over me is just so damn sexy! She murmured into my lips, “Why does that make me hot? You sure you have to go to class?”
I blushed and admitted, “I'd probably go nuts obsessing over it if I skipped out.” She nodded in understanding as we arrived at my class. She leaned down and gave me a soft, barely there kiss on my lips and slipped a folded piece of paper into my hand, shooing me inside.
I giddily staggered into my class with a goofy grin on my face, I turned back to Valla's voice calling after me, “I gotta get to American Literature. Wait for me here after class and I'll walk you back to the dorms.” I nodded to her with a content sigh, watching her scoot off.
I sat in a back chair, setting my book down on the desk, carefully aligning it to the desk edge. I still had a minute before the lecture began, so I unfolded the paper Valla had handed me. My breath caught, it was a poem. A poem in her wonderfully looping handwriting. Titled “Every Day”.
The words seemed to have a life of their own, they spoke to me in an intimate manner. I read it over and over and over. Absorbing it. It was as if it were speaking my inner thoughts about her.
I was so lost in it a smile crept to my face. I poured over it for a few minutes, then I was aware of my name being called by the professor. “Miss Jacobs, since you seem too preoccupied to pay attention to the lesson you must already know the answer to the formula on the board. Care to come up and work out the answer, if it isn't too much trouble for you that is?”
I tried to shrink away. Why didn't Valla let me wear my hoodie? I glanced nervously at the formula quickly and saw the answer in my head, then spoke meekly, “I-I d-don't need to work it out. I-it is one s-sixth the cosign of 2 X cubed.” The professor looked at the board then at me, squinting his eyes with a frustrated, accusatory look on his face for a painfully long second. I averted my eyes to the floor. He didn't address me again, but just continued his lecture as some of the other students mumbled.
I just wanted to disappear, until I remembered Valla's poem. My smile returned as my eyes shot to it and I drank it in again, memorizing every line, every letter, and every emotion.
I was relieved when class got out and I stood by the door, watching people pass by. Noticing a couple guys check me out. After five minutes the looks were really getting to me. I started looking around self consciously for a place to hide when a warm arm snaked around my waist from behind, fingers tracing circles on my side, the scent of vanilla and something uniquely Valla clouding my head. “Hey.” Valla whispered in my ear, her hot breath on my ear caused a delightful shiver to run through me.
I turned with a grin, “Hey.” It was amazing, any apprehension and anxiety I had moments before just melted away just looking into her mesmerizing eyes. I bit my lower lip bashfully as she moved her arm from my waist and grabbed my hand as we started walking. She stopped suddenly, “Oh! I have something for you!” she rummaged around in her purse and pulled out an adorable three inch tall white teddy bear with a pink bow who was holding a little heart.
She held it out to me biting her smiling lower lip and swinging from side to side in an adorable manner. “Here. You said you feel braver when I'm around. This is 'Little Vee', she can protect you when I'm not around!” I accepted her with a huge smile and hugged Valla, basking in the warmth of our contact. Feeling her breasts pressed against my upper chest, it felt, I don't know – right?
“Little Vee huh? She's adorable!” I whispered as she released me from the hug. I took another look at the teddy before carefully putting her into my pocket. Before I could look back up I was being pulled down the hall towards her dorm.
Chapter 6 – Halloween Party
The weeks seemed to fly by, each day Valla and I getting closer and closer. I had to admit, I was addicted to her. I couldn't imagine myself without her strength, compassion, insight and emotional empathy beside me. I had segmented my life into two distinct sections, 'before Valla' and 'with Valla', and determined that I was so much better off 'with Valla', not to mention exponentially happier.
We had learned almost every facet of each other, every secret, every need, every dream. Everything except her health, which nagged at me endlessly. I had to put it in the cubbyhole of my mind reserved for things I would eternally obsess over but realized they were always there but could never do anything about, just so I didn't go crazy. She would tell me when she was ready.
I especially treasured the times Valla would take me on 'official' dates. She treated me like a princess. I couldn't have been more hers if I had tried. She enjoyed the rare times I would get brave and take charge some nights. I even got the nerve to set up one of our dates once.
Our physical relationship had progressed a little slower. I could tell that she didn't want to rush me, and I didn't want to scare her with the fact that I would have given myself to her without a thought, at a moments notice if she wanted me. As it was things hadn't moved much past second base, flirting with third. But the endless cuddling and making out was mind blowing, more than once I had to stagger back to my dorm feeling hot and moist between my thighs.
I think secretly she reveled in the power she had over me by caressing my breasts over my shirt or applying pressure on my crotch with her legs. I would always wind up a whimpering ball of arousal who'd cave to her whims without a thought. But the braver I got, the more frequently I'd give as
well as I got. I relished the occasions she would whisper “Tease.” in my ear as she was whimpering in desire.
I had also gotten really close to her roommate Vicky in these past few weeks. Any time Valla and I weren't connected at the lips, the three of us would hang out. Shopping, talking, movies whatever. She was my second true friend now, and I loved every hyperactive inch of her like a sister. It was impossible not to grin like an idiot when you were around her contagious smile and enthusiasm.
True to her word, the next party Vicky attended she started a steamy makeout session on a couch with one of the female cheerleaders. She decided it was “awesome”, and “I told you I'd make a great lesbian!” Which made us laugh. She actually turned out to be more bisexual than anything as she still had no problems hooking up with occasional “cute” guy, though she seemed to prefer the ladies.
People around campus were starting to call us the “three lez-migos” since we seemed to be an inseparable trio of friends. I'm not sure if it was meant to be an insult or not, but we kinda liked it.
One thing I learned quickly about Vicky, besides that she was a fierce friend, was that Valla wasn't exaggerating when she told me how intelligent Vicky really was. It seemed a dichotomy to me how someone so bubbly, hyper, and seemingly vapid could be so smart and insightful at the same time.
I was pleasantly surprised that here it was, the end of October and I had only had two additional episodes since the day I met Valla. I chalk that up to how much less stress and anxiety I have when I am around the girl I love. One episode was embarrassing though, I was stressed about an exam in Psychology. I could feel it coming on and I tried to hold it off.
Fifteen minutes later I was shrugging my shoulder and repeatedly blurting out about the superego. Some of the students moved away from me to other seats, looking at me like I was a freak. I mouthed an apology to the silver haired professor, Mr. Riser, during the whole thing. He was really cool about it. He never left his desk but just smiled up from his papers and nodded to me as I tried to control it while I worked on my exam.
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