by Laurie Ames
Marsha tilted her pelvis towards Brandy, the warm puff of her breath driving her mad, and she laid an apologetic kiss on her inner thigh. Licking a trail up towards her center, she groaned low in her throat at the tang of her essence coating her tongue. She flattened her tongue as she reached her destination, dragging a line up her slit until her tongue was pressed against her clit. Marsha thrashed above her, and she used her hold on her thighs to steady her.
Marsha was now gasping incoherent words, but the tone in them was clear- don’t stop. Brandy needed no persuasion as she let the tip of her tongue trace circles around her clit, her chin shiny with her wetness. She could feel the muscles in Marsha’s thighs tensing and knew that she was already close, and she sped up her tongue. With a few more strokes Marsha came undone against her mouth, quaking and crying out.
Before she had a chance to finish riding out the first orgasm, Brandy suddenly thrust two fingers inside of her. The sudden fullness made her tighten instantly, and she reached down and wrapped her fingers in her hair, trying to ground herself. Brandy wrapped her lips around Marsha’s clit and sucked, lashing her clit with her tongue, and the unexpected stimulation sent her crashing into a second orgasm before the first had even subsided. She wailed as she came, fingers tightening in her hair until it was almost painful, and Brandy tensed as a small orgasm of her own washed over her. She shuddered into her, moaning, and the vibrations made her tremble as aftershocks rolled through her. When she was sure that she was done, Brandy pulled her fingers out and pressed a final kiss to her thigh before climbing back up onto the couch. Lying back, Marsha drew her up until she was resting on top of her and pressed a small kiss against her chin.
“I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard in my life and I’ve been around the block more than a few times!” Marsha panted, still trying to catch her breath. “I’m pretty sure I couldn’t move right now if I tried.”
Brandy smiled down at her and dropped a kiss on the top of her head. “Good. That was the goal.”
“But what about you?” Marsha asked, and Brandy felt a swell of affection at the sleepy tone creeping into her voice.
“Don’t worry about it,” she said, “I already came, and besides, this was for you. My only goal is to spoil you for any other man or woman.”
Unable to formulate a complete sentence in response, Marsha simply nodded and nestled her head in close to her chest, breathing in the heavy scent of their combined arousal. Brandy listened to her breathing as she drifted into sleep, then pulled her just a bit tighter against her. She knew they hadn’t resolved anything, and she sensed Marsha might be hesitant about a long-term commitment. This unknown settled heavily in her stomach. Brandy could only hope that they would figure things out, because after tonight she wasn’t sure that she could ever bear to lose Marsha.
CHAPTER EIGHT
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Marsha lay in bed, trying her hardest not to move while Brandy was still asleep. She didn’t want to wake her and break the spell they had cast upon themselves earlier that night. At some point after she had fallen asleep on the couch, they had moved to her bed, but they had both quickly fallen back asleep after cuddling close once more.
Marsha truly hadn’t intended to sleep with Brandy when she had invited her over. Her objective had been to spend more time together and discuss their relationship issues. Going back to her condo had seemed the easiest way to do that. But now, the afterglow long gone, she wondered if all she had done was make the relationship harder for them. After all, they had carefully danced around the topic of work all evening, and after a second incredible night together Marsha knew saying goodbye to Brandy wouldn’t be an easy proposition.
A change in her breathing alerted Marsha to the fact that Brandy was awake, but she continued to lie there and pretend to be sleeping. They laid there for long minutes, both pretending to be asleep so they could enjoy being pressed together for a little longer. Finally, Brandy broke the uneasy silence. “Maybe we should talk about things.”
Marsha grudgingly nodded against her chest before rolling over so she could look at her while they talked. She immediately missed the warmth and closeness and rolled her eyes at how clingy she felt. “So, about work…” Marsha trailed off, waiting to see if there was a particular place they needed to start.
“What worries you most about this and work?” Brandy asked, voice serious as she gestured between the two of them.
Marsha thought for a moment and then said, “Relationships are messy enough as it is. When work is involved too, it makes me nervous. Plus, the Bridge doesn’t allow coworkers to hook up.” She said the last part with a slight smile to ease the sting of the words, and Brandy nodded.
“I get that. You’ve only known me for three days, we still don’t really know each other that well in general, and it’s a lot to risk your professional reputation and work environment.”
“Exactly!” Marsha replied, but the word felt sour in her mouth. They both fell silent, each wishing for a sign that the other person would be willing to try harder despite the obstacles. Marsha knew that it might not be the most logical decision, but she couldn’t help it; her heart wanted to explore things with Brandy even though there was a risk of it going bad and impacting her work and personal life. Brandy was genuinely caring and good natured, and if she was honest, it was kind of a positive thing in her mind that she was working at the Bridge too. Brandy wanted to do what she could to support LGBTQ kids in the community, and that was a quality that appealed to Marsha.
Marsha threw her head back and laughed. "You know what I am? A Hypocrite! Yes, of course I'm a hypocrite, but there are two of me. There's my subconscious mind with its high ideals and my conscious that just wants to ensure the survival of me and you.”
Brandy sighed, and there was a clear note of resignation in her voice, “Well, I’m no hypocrite. There’s no way we could try things between us and put work on hold. That would feel like the most selfish thing in the world for me to put my own personal interests above the promise I made to help raise funds and promote awareness of this charity that is so incredibly important to me.”
Marsha swooned a little at Brandy’s strong character and ethics, barely refraining from pinning her down and hugging her senseless. While she hated having this conversation, she knew the rules were the rules. She selfishly wished Brandy would retract her offer to work with the Bridge, but she knew that part of her magnetism was her commitment to the community. She waited, hoping Brandy would say something or offer an alternative idea, but she stayed quiet. Marsha felt herself begin to deflate.
Although Marsha was the one with the most concern about them working together while exploring a relationship, she found herself wanting to propose that they try things regardless. She didn’t want the fear of what might go wrong dictate what she did with her life. She knew it would be unfortunate to break off with Brandy before they had a chance to really begin. Before she could think better of it, her eyes lit up, and a million new thoughts began streaming through her brain.
“Fuck it! What if we just go for it and figure it out as we go along?” She blurted out. “If this is meant to happen, it will work its way out.”
Brandy didn’t say anything for what felt like an infinity, and she didn’t want to look at her and be met with scorn or disdain for being naïve. However, when she finally chanced a glance at Brandy, she was met with an optimistic stare.
“Yes, let’s figure it out as we go along,” she mused, warming up to the idea. “It could work, but I think we would need to set some clear boundaries about how we want to handle things.”
“Nothing between us could happen at work,” Marsha said. “That would be the first rule. No kissing, no touching, no planning to meet up later, none of it. The second rule is that we both agree to keep doing our jobs no matter what happens between us. It can’t be about us; it has to be about doing our jobs the best we can and having the kid’s backs.”
Brandy was quick to agree, and added, “T
hird rule that we don’t tell anyone at the Bridge about us until we both agree on it.”
Marsha nodded but then hesitated. “Actually, Lexi already guessed. She called me on it after you left. Apparently, I need to work on my poker face.”
Brandy chuckled and said, “That’s fine, as long as you’re okay with it. I work there now, but you have way more history with everyone there, so I’ll follow your lead.”
“I appreciate that,” Marsha said. “They’ll all catch on, probably sooner rather than later with how efficient the work grapevine is, but it’ll be nice to have at least a little while to see where things go between us.”
Brandy seemed about to say something else but stopped herself, and Marsha arched an eyebrow at her. Seeing her look, she slowly asked, “You’re sure about this? That this is what you want? Because I really like you, and I really want to have the chance to keep spending time with you and getting to know you, but I also don’t want you to feel pressured into a situation that would be uncomfortable-” Her words were cut off abruptly when Marsha smothered her mouth with a passionate kiss.
“Of course, this is what I want,” Marsha murmured when she pulled back, “I really like you too, Brandy. Ever since I saw you perform up on that stage, you’re all I can think about. I don’t want to try pretending otherwise just because things might not work out in the end. So take me in those sweet young arms of yours because I wish to stay there for a very long time. And outside of work, I don’t give a damn what anyone says or thinks about our age difference.”
Brandy leaned in and kissed her again, her tongue licking into her mouth and making her thankful they were already lying down. “Last but not least is Rule four,” Marsha gasped against her lips, “You’re allowed to do this to me any time we aren’t at work.” Nipping at her bottom lip and then soothing it with her tongue, Brandy gave her a sly look. “Any time?”
“Any time,” she confirmed, “I don’t even care. It could be in public at the grocery store, in front of a window, on the kitchen table, or on the subway…” - she trailed off into a moan as Brandy began kissing down her neck. “I want people to look and stare at us as they whisper to one another about our age difference. We’ll put on a show for them.”
Marsha smiled and began threading her fingers through Brandy’s hair as she moved down her chest. Brandy looked up at her and winked. Waves of happiness and relief washed over Marsha, as she felt a contented glow soak right into her bones. She didn’t know exactly what would happen between the two of them, but she was pretty sure they were going to enjoy every moment as they figured it out.
~The End~
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College Educated
A Taboo Lesbian Romance
By: Laurie Ames
Foreword
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Tyreesha’s parents had passed away when she was still very young and because of this, she was taken in by the foster care system. She was bounced around from home to home, never able to be permanently adopted. To make matters worse, during her young childhood, she had to endure a lot of bullying from the other kids. The girls would often beat, tease and fat shame her. While boys generally treated her better, they would sometimes sexually harass her in the form of groping, probably just as a way of showing dominance, rather than actually being attracted to her. Tyreesha soon learned to take care of herself in the harsh streets and school yards by realizing her larger body size gave her a distinct physical advantage. While she never looked for trouble, anyone that tried to bully her would soon be wishing they hadn’t.
Through it all, Tyreesha remained strong willed and optimistic. Finally, her break came when an elderly lady took her in on a permanent basis. Her new adoption mother lived in squalid poverty but none the less provided for Tyreesha in ways she had never known. She'd never been left wanting for hugs, smiles, laughter and acceptance within those four walls. She came to love her new mother dearly, and all seemed well until she unfortunately passed when Tyreesha was just 18. This was yet another tragedy in her young life, and she was deeply saddened by the loss. In her mother’s will, she had left Tyreesha the only thing she owned; a small life insurance policy that paid Tyreesha a very modest sum of money. Tyreesha was determined not to waste the money partying or buying fancy clothes. She had been a brilliant student in high school and earned a 4.0 grade point average. She was going to make something out of herself and end the cycle of despair in her life.
Chapter One
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Tyreesha gave herself one last glance in the full-length mirror before leaving to her first college class. The reflection that stared back at her was someone she was now proud of, regardless of what other people might think. She was a sizable dark-skinned woman that would be considered big but not huge. She is pretty, outgoing and funny, with a sex appeal that made one think she would be good in bed. She had kicking curves, big breasts, small waist and a big butt. In her eyes, she was wearing a supersized pair of light blue jeans along with a fashionable sweater that hugged every curve of her one-hundred-and-eighty-pound voluptuous frame.
Tyreesha was no longer insecure about her weight as she was now receiving plenty of compliments from both men and women who found her attractive. In her experience, there were two kinds of women that lusted after her. There were the ones that did it for the novelty of having sex with a larger woman. Then there were those who truly fetishized about her because of her voluptuous size.
It was quite possible in her opinion, that the latter were the most annoying. They never seemed to want to know her as a person. It seemed that they only cared about the fact that she was a BBW and that was good enough for them.
‘Well, that’s going to change from here on forward,’ she vowed as she took one last appreciative look at her reflection in the mirror. She grabbed her heavy backpack and walked out the front door. ‘From now on, I’m not having sex with anyone, male or female, unless real feelings are involved’.
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Professor Alicia Wright had tied her best silk scarf around her neck that morning as she considered the new semester. As a former lawyer, she had taught many different types of law class, but this time around she would be teaching freshman criminal justice for the first time. The previous professor had just recently retired, and all his classes had been split up between the remaining professors. With Alicia’s current workload, this class was the only one she’d been able to take on at the time.
‘As if I didn’t have enough on my plate already!’ She thought to herself as she took in her appearance and hoped she didn’t look as tired as she felt. She had been up most of the night preparing the curriculum for her newly acquired class and the fact that her husband was snoring all night hadn’t helped her sleep. Neil had left for court an hour earlier which had given her plenty of time to think aloud while she got ready for the first day of her class. ‘I’m really getting tired of all of this—tired of all the lying I have been doing for all of these years. I’ve been lying to myself, to my husband, to family and friends—to basically everyone around me.’
Alicia stood there and gazed at her reflection for a few moments. She knew that she looked pretty damned hot for a white woman in her mid-forties. Her hair showed just a tad bit of gray mixed in with its natural blonde color, but otherwise, there was only a mild case of crows’ feet in the corners of her eyes as the only proof she was no longer a vibrant young woman in her twenties anymore.
Alicia knew that some people actually envied her life. She had been made partner of a prestigious law firm by the time she had turned thirty and was married to a very prominent judge. However, unbeknownst to many, there were two central problems in Alicia’s so-called fabulous life that people would not be envious of. One issue was her only child Betty currently living as a starving artist, and co-habitating with an equally starved poet in Italy. Neil had all but cut their daughter off years ago when Betty dropped out of law school. But Alicia understood her daughter all too well and still spoke to
her behind Neil’s back.
The second of these issues was the fact that although her husband was a well-known respected judge, he unfortunately over the years had gained quite a lot of weight. He was now a stoutly two hundred and fifty pounds and had grown another chin or two in the process. She had long gotten used to her female associates asking how she was still able to “do it” with him. She’d even gotten the usual uncomfortable questions about what she still saw in him. To both these questions, she always gave the same exact answer:
“You don’t really know him at all, he’s really such a sweet gentle man.” It wasn’t really a thorough answer to the question, but most people took it as a subtle hint that it’s really none of their business.
However, it wasn’t a total and complete lie. For the most part, Neil was really a sweet man, even if he was a workaholic. And besides, Alicia was somewhat of a workaholic herself. What she had never told anyone—and she would probably die before she ever would—was that it had been Neil’s hefty size that attracted her in the first place. Her fetish for his large size became secondary when she later fell in love with him for his intelligence and kindness.
