Seneca Falls

by Jesse J. Thoma

  “Your body is beautiful, Seneca. You are beautiful.” Dylan ran a finger along the scar on Seneca’s stomach, the one she worried would repulse Dylan the most. “I want to spend hours getting to know all of it. I want to be the only one who has the map to this stunning landscape. And,” Dylan said, “someday, I want to know what happened to you.”

  Dylan kissed Seneca, who deepened the kiss and pulled Dylan close. Seneca had no idea how anyone could find her beautiful, but she felt very lucky that Dylan did, and when Dylan looked at her the way she just had, she felt beautiful in a way she’d never even considered possible.

  “I thought you’d think I was ugly,” Seneca said.

  “Never. But I’m ready to not be wearing a shirt either.”

  Thinking about Dylan’s gaze on her skin fired her libido. She deftly removed Dylan’s shirt, barely breaking kissing contact to do so. Lips still locked, they tumbled backward onto the bed, Dylan on top in a tangle of arms and legs.

  In the places Seneca was long and angled, Dylan was soft and curvy, and their bodies fit together perfectly. Seneca held Dylan to her tightly, each hand cupping a cheek of Dylan’s wonderfully seductive ass. Seneca was content to stay as they were, kissing each other until suddenly that wasn’t nearly enough.

  Eventually, the feel of Dylan’s weight pressing against her breasts and against her center was more than Seneca could stand. She moved her hands from Dylan’s backside, along the side of her abdomen, and finally rested on the curve of her breasts, which were still hidden behind another lacy bra. Dylan propped herself up on her elbows, dragging her lips away from Seneca’s, letting her breasts dominate Seneca’s vision. Seneca got the message loud and clear, and the bra was off as quickly as Seneca could unclasp it.

  She pulled Dylan further up her body, taking a moment to admire the beauty before her. Tenderly, she flicked her tongue over first one, then the other of Dylan’s hardened nipples, forcing them to stand at attention. Dylan lowered herself over Seneca’s mouth, encouraging her to spend more time acquainting herself. Seneca pulled a nipple into her mouth and Dylan cried out in pleasure. Her arms gave out at the touch and she landed in a heap on top of Seneca.

  With a practiced thrust of her hip and the gentle guidance of her hands, Seneca flipped them so she was on top. She removed her own sports bra and kissed Dylan again, groaning into her mouth as their breasts met skin to skin for the first time.

  Dylan, apparently dissatisfied with Seneca’s lack of attention to her chest, tried to gently direct Seneca’s attention. When that failed to yield the desired results, she shimmied up the bed as far as she could with Seneca’s full weight on her, in an effort to put her breasts directly under Seneca’s mouth.

  “Impatient?” Seneca asked.

  She flicked her tongue across a nipple and watched the pleasure ripple across Dylan’s face. She flicked again and then ran her tongue in increasingly wider circles around the dark pink center. Dylan rose off the bed, her body reacting to every sensation. Seneca repeated the teasing touch with the other breast.

  “Oh…Sen…please.” Dylan begged her, twisting her fingers in Seneca’s hair, trying to guide her back to her hard nipples.

  Dylan’s fractured pleading was Seneca’s undoing. They had barely begun, but she was wet and in danger of coming. Knowing Dylan reacted so strongly to her and that she, in turn, reacted the same way to Dylan was an incredible turn on. She realized this was what it felt like when you were in love. Emotions heightened every touch, strengthened every sensation, and Seneca decided it was well worth the wait.

  She moved one leg between Dylan’s and pressed intimately into her. At the same time, she finally took one irresistible nipple in her mouth and ran her palm over the other one. Dylan exploded off the bed, her back arched and her hips thrusting. She tangled one hand in Seneca’s hair, the other ran up and down Seneca’s back, digging in slightly with pleasure as Seneca’s tongue wandered over a particularly sensitive spot.

  Seneca eased the pressure between Dylan’s legs but continued to ravish attention on her breasts. They were round and full and so perfect they took her breath away. She followed the pattern of Dylan’s breathing, lingering in places that made her moan. As she began to wonder if Dylan could come just from this stimulation, she felt a petite, determined hand slide under the waistband of her jeans.

  Dylan fumbled with the button fly on Seneca’s jeans, but they were baggy enough to slip her hand inside even with the buttons fastened. Seneca rose until she was on her knees, her upper body propped on her elbows. Her breath caught as Dylan dipped into her waiting wetness.

  Normally, Seneca would have protested. She never went first. Hell, most of the time she didn’t go at all, but this time was different. It sure felt different. They were in love. Seneca would do anything Dylan wanted. When Dylan ran her fingers along Seneca’s throbbing hard clit, she lost all resolve of going slow and savoring the moment. It took all her concentration not to explode in Dylan’s hand.

  “Come with me?” she rasped.

  Dylan nodded and used her free hand to undo the fly of her own jeans. She kept a steady rhythm on Seneca’s clit as she shimmied out of her pants.

  When Dylan’s pants passed her knees, Seneca couldn’t wait any longer. She gently took Dylan’s hand and encouraged her inside. Dylan kissed her fiercely and then returned the gesture, taking Seneca’s hand and guiding it to her wet and waiting center. Seneca groaned at how ready Dylan was. She stilled her own pumping hips and focused solely on Dylan’s pleasure. For now, having Dylan inside her was enough. She wanted them to come together the first time.

  Seneca watched Dylan’s face as she got close to coming. She wasn’t focused and her face was incredibly beautiful.

  Dylan slipped another finger into Seneca. They moved together, breathing heavily, in unison, sharing the physical pleasure and tender intimacy their love brought.

  “I’m going to…”

  “Me too…oh, baby, now…baby!”

  Seneca collapsed on top of Dylan, her body feeling unlike her own. She felt electric and powerful, and sexier than she could ever remember. Dylan slowly extracted her fingers, and Seneca whimpered at the severed connection. She gathered Dylan into her arms and kissed her. She knew she had no words to describe what she was feeling so she concentrated every emotion Dylan brought out in her into their kiss. It was searing, sweet, tender, and torturous.

  “Oh my God,” Dylan said, trying to catch her breath, clinging to Seneca. She was holding Seneca so tightly, Seneca felt like she might be trying to crawl under her skin.

  “Is it going to be like that every time?” Dylan asked.

  “I hope so,” Seneca said.

  Dylan ran her hands along Seneca’s back and legs, lingering over the scar on her right thigh. Seneca tensed but let her continue her exploration. Dylan pushed her gently onto her back. She caressed the scar carefully and kissed it softly, gently. “What happened to you, baby?”

  “There’s no reason to ruin something so beautiful with something so ugly. All that can wait,” Seneca said.

  She kissed Dylan solidly, flipped her once again onto her back, and pinned her hands above her head. She trailed kisses down Dylan’s abdomen and gently parted her legs. She took a moment to savor the gift she had been given as she tasted Dylan for the first time.

  *

  Dylan was usually a sound sleeper, but she suspected almost anyone would be wakened by the fool currently trying to gain entry to her room by breaking down the door. What could possibly be so damned urgent? Considering Seneca was lying naked next to her, she couldn’t think of anything dire enough for her to get out of bed. Until the siege machine on the other side of the door started talking, and she realized it was her mother making all that racket. Then Dylan was up and full of urgency. She wanted Seneca to meet her mother, but she didn’t think either of them wanted to be introduced like this.

  “Seneca, sweetie.” Dylan didn’t want to startle Seneca too much. “Time to get up. And get d
ressed.”

  “Getting dressed sounds like a terrible idea,” Seneca said. “How long did it take you to get me out of my clothes? What’s the rush to get them back on?”

  Seneca grabbed Dylan around the waist and tried to pull her back in bed. Despite the slight panic that was rising in Dylan’s chest, it nearly worked. Seneca was so sexy, with her floppy morning hair and her soft, sleepy face. It wasn’t like her mother had a key, after all. The doorknob rattled as her mother tried to barge her way in.

  “Do you hear that banging just outside my door?”

  “It’s really annoying. We should make whoever it is stop. I bet they’d go away if I answered the door like this,” Seneca said, getting up and making for the door.

  Dylan considered letting her do it, for just a moment. “It’s my mother,” she whispered.

  Seneca froze mid-step as if making any more noise would give away the fact that she was there and buck ass naked in the middle of the room.

  “Care for these?” Dylan held up Seneca’s pants.

  “I’m contemplating going out the window, but I don’t like my chances for survival if I fall.”

  “Since I live on the fourth floor and it’s snowing?”

  “Yeah, something like that. Maybe I could hide?”

  “Pants and shirt is the best you can do, cutie. We’re in this together.” Dylan threw her clothes on, kissed Seneca, and opened the door with bated breath. She had no idea how her mother was going to react to finding Seneca in her room, having clearly spent the night. She reached back and grabbed Seneca’s hand. She wanted the support and she also wanted her mother to know this was her girlfriend and it wasn’t open for debate. If only she thought that would actually work. Despite their conversation at Thanksgiving, she wasn’t convinced her mother would actually play nice.

  “Hi, Mom. I wasn’t expecting you.”

  “Dylan, we go Christmas shopping this weekend every year. We talked about it at Thanksgiving, although I can see why you might have had reason for it to slip your mind.” Dylan’s mother eyed Seneca and moved into the small dorm room. Dylan looked around at the unmade bed, scattered shoes, and what she was pretty sure was her bra hanging over the lamp in the corner. This wasn’t exactly how she would have wanted to welcome her mother.

  “I’m Patsy Walker. Dylan’s mother. You must be Seneca King.”

  Seneca looked startled, but she held out her hand and seemed to be taking in the woman Dylan always referred to as “Lady Walker.” Poor Seneca probably didn’t realize her first name wasn’t actually Lady.

  “Yes, ma’am,” Seneca said. “It’s nice to meet you. I’ll let you and Dylan get to your shopping. We had forgotten you were coming this morning.”

  “I can see that,” her mother said, looking a little too amused for Dylan’s liking. “But don’t be ridiculous. You have to come with us.”

  Dylan felt her heartbeat increase roughly tenfold at her mother’s suggestion. Her mother and Seneca spending the day shopping together seemed like a terrible idea. Her mother could be judgmental and classist, and Seneca didn’t exactly scream upper middle class. She immediately felt horrible for the thought, but it was all true. She loved Seneca, but even if her mother was willing to see past Seneca’s lady parts, there were a few other sticking points to their forming a lifelong bond.

  “I’m sure Seneca has things to do, Mom,” Dylan said.

  “Is that true?” her mother asked, fixing Seneca with one of her signature stares. Dylan knew Seneca was screwed. You couldn’t lie when faced with that stare.

  “Well, I, sort of, have.” Seneca was looking at Dylan for help. She looked so unsure of herself it hurt Dylan deeply that she was causing some of this.

  “Sounds important. Unless Dylan has some reason to keep the two of us apart, I would love to get to know you better, Seneca. I love buying things for new people. And you look like an excuse to go to the men’s department.”

  “Oh, you don’t have to buy me anything, ma’am,” Seneca said quickly. Dylan recognized the look on her face. She was scared and looking for a way out the door. Her mother had just made her uncomfortable without meaning to. This was going to be so much fun.

  Dylan was still holding Seneca’s hand. She gave it a tight squeeze and pulled her closer. She put her arm around Seneca’s waist, careful to go slowly so she didn’t startle her with the touch. “My mother loves to buy people clothes. It’s the only way you can truly get ‘in’ the family. She has to see what kind of taste you have and if you’re compatible shopping companions.”

  “And I thought finals were going to be tough,” Seneca said. “Good thing we finished our armor already. At least I passed something with an A since this afternoon might not go so well. I don’t know what kind of shopping companion I am.”

  “Oh, Seneca, you’ll be fine,” her mother said. “I don’t know why Dylan always makes things so dramatic and puts so much weight on everything. She’s done this since she was a child. Her father and I tried to shield her from all the family expectations of her uncles and cousins, but she added twice as large a helping on her own head. Did she tell you she’s going to join the rat race in corporate America? Have you ever heard anything so crazy? I try to keep her out of the kitchen every Thanksgiving so she doesn’t feel the pressure to do the big family dinner, but she wanders in every year. She’s impossible. But anyway, I just like to shop, and it’s enjoyable to take along new people I’ve not met before, or people I’ve not spent a lot of time with. I buy because I have the money and I don’t assume everyone else does or wants to indulge in my insane hobby. That being said, I do already have a few items in mind for you.”

  Dylan dropped her grip around Seneca’s waist in shock. What was her mother talking about? She didn’t put the pressure on herself. Did she? She could tell Seneca had quite a few questions, but they would have to wait. She couldn’t get into it now with her mother right there. Besides, how would she begin to explain how different her world looked right now?

  She barely registered most of the shopping trip as she reevaluated her goals. She was too busy with her own self-evaluation to be shocked at how well her mother and Seneca were getting along. She probably shouldn’t have been so surprised, but it was still a bit of a jolt when they finally returned to Dylan’s dorm room and Seneca’s arms were filled with packages. Patsy Walker only outfitted a shopping companion like this when she really took a shine to them. Dylan felt like she had entered the twilight zone.

  “I don’t know, Bob, your mother is nothing like you described,” Seneca said, surveying the piles of new clothes.

  Dylan had to agree.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Seneca was tired of sitting on the couch. She was tired of the winter break, tired of Dylan being away, tired of all of it. She was about to stomp down the stairs and tell Kate all of that when she overheard Kate and Lisa in the kitchen.

  “She’s driving me crazy. I don’t know what to do with her,” Kate said. Seneca felt terrible. She had been a grump. She started to head down to apologize, but stopped as Lisa worked to soothe Kate’s irritation.

  “She’s falling in love. Leave her alone. She has a right to need her own space.”

  “Falling in love, oh no. When you fall in love you are not mopey and impossibly grumpy. As for needing her own space, she’s in our house and she hasn’t talked to me in three hours. We were in the same room! Maybe it’s you she’s falling in love with.”

  “Sweetie, you know I love you, right?” Lisa didn’t wait for Kate to answer. “You’re a gigantic idiot sometimes. You’ve done amazing things with that girl. She adores you and you’ve been good for each other. I know you carry the burden of passing along mentorship, and I would have to say you have done yours proud. That said, you’re an idiot. She’s not falling in love with me—”

  “Better not be.”

  “And the way you’re stomping around here, even I’m having to work to find things to love about you.”

  “Yeah, so?”
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  “So when we first fell in love, did you enjoy our time apart?”

  “Uh, that would be a no,” Kate said, sounding a little less grumpy.

  “Well, I’m guessing she isn’t enjoying her time away from Dylan, either. Now get your butt back upstairs and keep her company. Or take her for a walk and for once make sure she wears a jacket, or do one of those torturous workouts you two call fun.”

  Seneca tried to look like she hadn’t been eavesdropping when Kate returned.

  “Hey, kiddo,” Kate said. “Seem a little quiet. Everything okay?”

  “Guess so.”

  “Up for a walk? Lisa said we both have to wear jackets, though. The snow and all.” Kate vaguely indicated the window behind her head.

  “Actually,” Seneca said, thinking maybe getting out of the house would do her some good. “Maybe a workout? I also kinda need to go downtown to finish shopping, if you’re headed that way later. Dylan’s mom said we were going Christmas shopping, but she just bought a bunch of clothes for me. I didn’t get any gifts for anyone else.”

  Kate and Lisa had been wonderful to her the past few days. She was staying through Christmas, and it was the first time she could remember looking forward to the holiday. If Dylan were here, everything would have been perfect. But she wasn’t. She was with her family. As much fun as she’d had with Mrs. Walker, she was a little worried about Dylan. Her mom’s comment about Dylan putting too many expectations on herself had really thrown her, and she hadn’t been able to shake it since. It was like her whole career path was now up for reevaluation, which Seneca actually thought was a good thing. Dylan didn’t seem like she would be happy in the corporate life, but at least for now, she was pretty miserable as she tried to figure out what she really wanted from life. Maybe some time away from school would be good for her.