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Misgivings

By: Alex the Cat



Another semester began. Students walked to and fro along the campus grounds. Laughter and revelry filled the autumn morning air. Groups of young men and women sat in various spots on the grass to discuss which professors and what classes they had for the new school year. 

Inside the administration building a line of tired and irritated young undergrads awaited their turn to sign up for classes before the registration closed. 

"You don't understand. I have to take Kelman's Creative Writing Class." The young blonde stomped to make her point. 

The older brown haired woman sitting at the table behind the computer screen pushed the glasses up her nose for the umpteenth time. "Miss Stuart, you don't seem to understand me. The class is full. That means it's closed. Students are no longer being accepted, and that means you are not taking that class this semester." 

"But I'm a junior. I should be in that class." She said loudly. 

"Miss Stuart, either you choose another elective or you leave the line. There are dozens behind you waiting. Now, if you'd like, you can check back here around 2pm before registration closes. If it so happens that another student decides to drop the class, then you have the chance to get in." 

Brianna screamed her frustration through clenched teeth. She pounded her way past the line and down the hall muttering under her breath the incompetence of school policies and the like. As she turned the corner, still in her tirade, she accidentally bumped into a tall figure. "Oh, excuse me I wasn't paying...attention." Emerald green eyes locked onto sapphire blue, and the silence between them became deafening. 

After a few moments the raven-haired woman bent down to retrieve Brianna's papers. 

"Thank you. I'm sorry I bumped into you." 

From down the hall her cousin, who was also her roommate, called out to her. "Brianna." The redhead waved a hand frantically in the air trying to get her attention. Long curly hair 

Bri turned around holding up a hand to gesture for her cousin to hold on a second, and then she looked at the nametag on the brown janitorial shirt. "Marty is your name?" 

"Bri, come on, we're going to be late." Her cousin yelled as she stared after her and the stranger. 

She looked up into the bluest eyes and saw a playful spark behind them. "Thanks again Marty." She then walked off to meet up with her loud roommate. 

The figure feigned returning to the repair of the electrical wires for the emergency exit lights. But from her peripheral vision she watched the strawberry blonde interact with her roommate. 

"Hey Tif? You've already been here a year. Can you tell me anything about the person I was talking to?" 

"That's the janitor. What kind of question is that? And you say you were talking to her?" Tiffany answered. 

"Duh, I know she's a janitor. I mean does anyone know her. She didn't say a word to me. Is she deaf? Or mute?" 

"No one speaks to her. I've been told she's not the brightest crayon in the box. Frank told me she makes animal noises when people get near her or when they try asking her something." 

"I don't believe it." 

"Fine, then don't. But I'm telling you what I know. Why are you asking about her?" 

"Well, I don't know. I bumped in to her and apologized, and I did try saying hello but she didn't respond. She just stared. It's kind of weird." 

"Sounds freaky to me. Come on, I have to show you the local hangout before your orientation seminar." 

**************** 

Another gulp of coffee was drunk before small hands rubbed tired sea green eyes. The well-worn desk was littered with books and notes, waded up balls of paper and a half eaten turkey club Subway sandwich. The computer screen showed an energetic Tigger bouncing along but that was not how the small woman sitting there felt. The words on the textbook page began to fade for her under the lamplight. 

"Okay Bri," Tiffany called out as she entered the room. "It's been over a month and you have yet to go out. So tonight you and I are going to meet Frank and his friends at that one club that everyone's been talking about." 

Brianna looked up from the British literature text. "I've got studying to do." 

"Oh come on Bri, you live your life inside your studies. You need to learn to relax and have fun. Maybe even get yourself a freak for some weekly booty calls. You know getting sex regularly does wonders to the mind. Plus, you have the whole weekend. It's Friday night. You're not backing out on me this time." Tiffany said emphatically as she took out an outfit from the closet. 

Bri buried her reddened face in the book. "Sex is not the answer to everything." 

"Oh, really?" 

"Okay, never mind. I don't want to have that debate again." She shook her head at her party girl cousin. 

************** 

The music was booming off the walls and could easily be heard if one was standing out front. 

The women ordered their drinks from the bar and began looking around. The dimness of the room and the flashing strobe lights did not provide much of a view to pick out a face in particular, since all one could see were the masses of bodies gyrating on the dance floor. 

"Bri, this place is cool." She took of sip of her Amaretto Stone Sour. "Oh, look, there's Frank. Whew, I was concerned we'd be standing here half the night searching. Glad he's coming towards us." 

"Oh great," Bri muttered to herself. 

After an hour of being bored by her cousin's boyfriend and his haughty arrogance, she wondered how she would get out of the situation. It didn't help that his best friend Derek literally wouldn't keep his hands to himself. Yeah, he seemed like a nice guy, but she just wasn't interested in his advances. She was exhausted with having to keep her guard up and constantly redirect his roaming hands back to himself. Suddenly an idea came to her mind. "Where's the bathroom?" Brianna asked. 

"The bartender told me it's on the other side of the dance floor down that way." Tiffany pointed. "You want me to go with you?" 

"No, I'll be fine." Bri walked off with a sigh of relief. At least I'll be able to breathe comfortably for a few minutes. While in the stall, she noticed how quiet the bathroom had become. Not thinking much of it, she decided to take her time and enjoy the moment of peaceful silence, if that was at all possible with the bass of the music vibrating against the walls. She stepped up to the sink to wash her hands, and suddenly the hair on the back of her neck stood on end. Looking into the mirror, she saw an inebriated man wearing a white and black suit standing at the closed doorway. 

"Hi there beautiful. I've been watching you. You sure are a pretty thing. How about you and me go somewhere and get to know each other?" 

"No. I'm not interested." She stated firmly. 

He walked up to her. "Aw come on, I'll make it worthwhile." He then grabbed her. 

"Let go of me." She pushed to make him release her arm. 

Suddenly from behind him another voice said, "The young lady already informed you she wasn't interested." 

They both turned to see a tall dark figure with piercing blue eyes. 

"Go the fuck away, you bitch, or do you want me to show you what a real man is like." He spat out. 

In one fluid step, she grabbed his arm at the wrist and twisted it up behind his back. She grabbed a handful of hair and slammed his face up against the wall, breaking his nose and knocking him half unconscious. Blood dripped down his chin and onto the white jacket. "What part of 'no' from a young woman do you not understand?" 

Brianna placed a gentle hand on the tall woman's upper arm. Blue and green eyes looked into each other's soul. The tall woman then quickly walked out. 

Bri followed but lost her as they cut through the dance floor. In the parking lot she looked around wondering where her savior went. Just as she was about to give up, she noticed a shadow of someone leaning up against the wall of the building past the lamppost. 

Brianna stood inches away drinking in with her eyes the style of this mysterious woman who wore black jeans and black leather Grinders boots. An olive green un-tucked button down shirt and a black worn leather biker's jacket completed her ensemble. She leant against the wall with thumbs hooked into her front pockets. 

"Hi. Why'd you run out like that?" Brianna stated. "I wanted to say thank you." 

The figure didn't say anything. 

"You're the janitor right? Um... Marty? At least that's the name I've seen on your work shirt." 

Still silence. 

"Hey, I know you can talk. I heard you in the bathroom. And I know you can hear me too." 

Blazing sapphire eyes looked at her. "You don't want to be seen with me." 

"Why?" 

"Because... I... I'm below your kind. I'm nothing but a lowly janitor, and a big dyke on top of that, and... you don't want your pretty and blonde reputation to get tainted with someone like me. Go away. Go find yourself a prince." She turned and walked away. 

Brianna went after her and managed to bring her to a halt. "Wait a minute. First of all, I don't scare easily. And you definitely are not going to scare me off. Second, what do you mean you're below my kind? You look human to me and human is my kind." She grabbed the stranger's large hand in her own, and they looked at each other again. With a smirk, Bri said, "Come on." The small woman pulled her down the street and eventually into a booth at Denny's. 

A middle-aged waitress walked up to take their order. "Evening. What can I get the two of you?" 

"Um... I'll have a California burger, fries and a diet Coke." Bri answered. 

"And for you?" The woman glanced at Marty. 

The dark woman looked first at Bri and arched an eyebrow. 

"Oh, go ahead, get something. I don't want to eat alone. Please?" Brianna pleaded. 

Looking at the waitress, Marty said, "I'll have the meatloaf, mashed potatoes, sweet corn, and carrots with a Sprite." 

The older woman walked off with their orders. 

"What are you doing?" Marty asked skeptically. 

Feeling like a smart-ass, Bri responded, "Sitting in a restaurant waiting for my food while trying to talk to you." 

The tall woman shook her head. "What do you want?" 

Brianna sensed the resistance from her so she reached over to touch the large hand on the table. "Please... you don't need to be hostile. Can't we be friends?" 

"Why?" Marty asked suspiciously. 

"Because I make a good friend, and... I find you intriguing." She saw the tall woman's facial features relax a bit. Clearing her throat, she asked, "So, how long have you been working at the university?" 

"Three years." 

Their food arrived. 

Digging into the fries, Bri then asked, "What did you do before that?" 

"Stuff here and there." Marty shoved a big mixed scoop of potatoes and vegetables into her mouth. 

"Did you grow up in this area?" 

"No." Marty chewed on a piece of meatloaf. 

"Where did you grow up?" Bri took a bite of the burger. 

"The Bronx." 

"Not much of a talker huh? You know a conversation is a two way communication between people." 

"Yep. I know the definition of a conversation." She took a gulp of the pop. "Don't like talking about myself. How about you tell me about you?" 

Bri tucked a wisp of blonde hair behind an ear. "Okay. Um... I'm a junior. I'm majoring in web design and my minor is in writing. I transferred from Penn State. I grew up in Pennsylvania. And I have an older sister." 

"Why did you transfer?" Marty started cleaning the gravy off the plate with a piece of bread. 

"Um..." She looked out the window. "My... uh... ex-boyfriend started stalking me." 

"Do you two need anything else tonight?" The waitress' voice interrupted. 

Marty shot her a solemn look. "No." 

She laid the check on the table and took away the empty dishes. 

Blue eyes looked deeply into sea green. She gently asked, "Did you get a restraining order?" 

"Um... yeah..." 

"But you still had to move." 

"It's difficult to explain." 

"It's okay." She looked at her watch and noticed how late it was. "Let's go. I'll drive you home." 

Once they arrived at the front parking lot of the club, Marty unbuckled the black helmet from the side of her Harley and slid it on. Reaching over the other side of the bike, she unbuckled the extra helmet and tossed it to Bri. She unlocked the bike and kick started the motor and motioned for Bri to hop on. 

"I live at the Abbott dorm." Bri said loudly through the visor. 

Marty nodded her head in understanding. She grabbed the smaller hands behind her and brought them around to the front of her waist. Putting it in first gear, she sped off. 

The roar and vibration of the bike felt wonderful for Brianna. The wind blew past her body as they tightly hugged the curves. She enjoyed the feel of the warm body in front of her and the play of strong muscles she felt beneath her palms. Before she knew it, the ride was over. She handed the helmet to the tall woman. "Thanks for the ride." 

Marty just nodded. 

"Um... and thanks for uh... helping me out at the club and all that." She started wringing her hands. 

Marty reached out and softly stroked the young woman's upper arm with the back of her knuckles. "I'll see you around --- friend." She started the bike again and drove off. 

Brianna sighed and walked inside. 

************ 

The weeks went by with the occasional chance meetings between the two friends, in the hall in the late afternoons when Brianna's last class was let out. 

One particular Friday afternoon, Bri found Tiffany waiting outside of her philosophy class. "Hey Tiffany, what's going on?" 

"Just thought I'd stick around. I had a history exam, and you know with Mr. Smith, when you're done with the exam you can leave, so here I am. So, how are you doing?" 

"Well, I don't know how I'm going to get through this class or any other for that matter the rest of the semester. I spend most of my time studying for it and going over my class notes along with the textbook, but I'm still pulling a very low C." 

"Bri you'll be fine. You're smart. You always manage." 

As they turned the corner, they spotted Marty in the distance working on a door to one of the classrooms. 

"Hey, there's your mysterious friend." Tiffany said sarcastically. 

"Be nice. If you'd give her a chance you'd see she's different." 

"Yeah, she's different alright. She's got a man's haircut, wears men's clothes, is a janitor, and she's a big dyke." 

Bri grabbed her arm and spun her around to face her. "Do you have a problem with alternative lifestyles?" 

A surprised Tiffany sighed. "I'm sorry. That was uncalled for. No, I don't care what lifestyle a person has as long as they're not hurting anyone. I really am sorry Bri." 

"Hello Ladies." Frank sauntered up to them and planted a kiss on Tiffany's cheek. "Hey baby, you ready for the casinos this weekend? Brianna, you're coming with us, right? Derek's been asking about you, you know." 

"Sorry Frank. I have a lot to do. I can't afford to be partying this weekend. But thanks." 

"Too bad. Okay, baby let's get going. I want to try to beat some of the traffic." 

"Don't study too hard Bri." Tiffany commented, took Frank's arm and walked away. 

Bri ran her hand through her long strawberry blonde hair. Just as she was within a foot of the tall woman's presence, she was greeted first. 

"Hi. How are you?" Marty asked. 

"Hey. Doing okay. I just have a lot of work ahead. How about yourself?" 

"Same old. You look stressed though. What's all this work you have to do?" 

"Oh, I've got an HTML exam on Monday, and an oral on some philosopher. It's all driving me up the wall right now." 

"Who's the philosopher?" 

"It's um... Kier... Kierkegaard. I'm really not good at this whole philosophy thing. I wish I could find an audio on his biography. It would help." 

"Ah yes, Soren is an intriguing man." 

"You know about him?" Bri asked with surprise. 

"Mmm hmm. I read his biography." 

"Damn, do you remember any of it? Would you like to help me with this?" 

"Um... okay. But I don't know that I can be of much help." 

"Well I don't believe I could know any less with your help. Do you want to meet me tonight? My room is 408." 

Stunned, Marty agreed. "Uh... okay." 

"Great. I have to go. I'll see you at 8pm?" 

"Sure." 

As Brianna walked away, Marty chastised herself for getting caught in this situation. Marty, remember she's straight and you never went to college but here you just agreed to assist her in studying Kierkegaard. What the hell is wrong with you? 

************ 

Two figures lay on the floor with books and notes between them. One was busy scribbling away while the other continued to pop seedless green grapes into her mouth. 

"I cannot believe all of the info you have given me on Kierkegaard. This is incredible. You tell such good stories. And where did you learn all of that stuff on html coding?" 

"From a book I picked up." 

Bri tapped the cap of the pen across her chin. "Marty where did you go to college?" 

The dark woman sat up right away. "Um... well, now that you know everything, I better go." 

Brianna realized she had touched on a sensitive subject. "Marty wait." She sat up on her haunches and moved closer. "I don't want to pry, but I would like to get to know you and hence, I ask questions." 

Marty ran a hand through her hair and sighed. Why did this short strawberry blonde want to get to know her so much? And why is it that this little spitfire has been successful at knocking down walls? 

"Did you go to college?" Bri asked gently. 

Without bothering to look up at her, she answered, "No". 

Bri hooked an index finger under the chin of a chiseled face until blue and green eyes met. "Okay. There's nothing wrong with that. So, where did you go to high school?" 

"Eastman... but never... graduated." 

"But you are so smart. I bet if I were to give you my statistics work, you would finish it within minutes. What happened?" 

Marty shrugged and decided to just be honest with her. "After my mom died from cancer I became very bored with school. I didn't do the work --- hell there were times I didn't even bother going to classes. A year later dad was killed in a construction accident. I just... never went back to school. I was a terrible troublemaker at juvi-hall. As soon as I was the legal age I came back and claimed the house and pop's insurance money from the accident. I got lucky because the house was still available." She fought back a surfacing tear. 

"Oh, I'm so sorry." She felt so bad for her friend that she instantly hugged her about the neck. "You don't have any brothers or sisters?" 

"No." 

"Have you thought about getting your GED?" 

"I've been told I am unstable, incompetent, and that I would never amount to anything because I'm mentally challenged." 

"Who the fuck told you that?" Bri spat out angrily. 

"Every one of the counselors and staff at juvi-hall. I was just not motivated to try." 

Bri sat there saddened by the horrible twist of fate that was dished out upon Marty. 

Cerulean eyes looked up at her. "Hey how about checking out a late movie? You know, since you're done with studying and you know everything for your test." 

Bri smiled. "That'd be great. How about you check online for the movie listing while

I freshen up." 

"Okay." Getting up she sat in front of the monitor and looked through the site. 

************* 

Students quickly filed out of class and into the brightly lit hallway. 

The strawberry blonde followed a small group heading for the cafeteria line. Avoiding the dish of the day, which happened to be something called 'sea wonders', she went to the salad and sandwich bar. 

"Hey Bri." Tiffany called out excitedly. 

"Hi Tif." 

"Come join us at the table." 


Misgivings



The women sat down, and in the blink of an eye Derek slid his way over to her. 

"Hi Bri." He said in a sickeningly puppy love kind of way. 

She turned her head away to make a gagging face. "Hi everyone." 

"So are your studies still improving?" Tiffany asked. 

"They sure are. I don't dread going to some of my classes anymore." 

"What's your secret?" Frank inquired curiously. 

"Bri has a personal tutor." Her cousin answered. 

"Tiffany. Stop that." 

Frank watched the nonverbal exchange between them, and asked, "So, who is this lucky guy to be giving you private lessons?" He wiggled his black eyebrows for affect. 

Derek hung his head in disappointment that the woman he wanted badly was shagging another guy. 

"It's not like that. I've been having trouble with my studies, and Marty has been a great help." 

"Ooohh, Marty. Do I know him?" He questioned sarcastically. 

Tiffany interjected. "Marty is the janitor. I'm sure you've seen her around." 

Frank's charcoal eyes grew wide. "You're talking about that crazy retarded bull-dyke janitor?" 

"She is not crazy or retarded." Bri yelled in anger. 

"Well from all the noises and grunts she makes, she should be locked in the monkey cage at the zoo. That way she'll be at home with her own kind." 

"You fucking little shit. You're the one who needs to be put in with the primates since your brain and your dick, as I hear it, is as little as theirs." 

The rest of the table quieted down as people began to stare and wonder what was going on. 

Lowering her voice, she said, "Marty is extremely smart. She knows more than all of us combined. And she is a great person." 

"She's a dyke, and is probably planning on how to get in your panties." Derek stated vehemently. 

Bri turned fiery green eyes at him. Calmly and firmly she declared, "If that were the case, and it's NOT, I'd be more willing with her since she hasn't ever touched me. Unlike you who can't keep your filthy hands to yourself." Getting up, she stomped from the table. 

"Both of you have said very unkind things. Frank, don't bother calling me later. I don't want to speak to you for a while." Tiffany followed after her cousin. 

******** 

Inside her room, Brianna lay face down on her bed. A few errant tears continued to trickle down rosy cheeks. 

Tiffany sat on the edge of the mattress. "I'm sorry. I didn't think they would be such jerks. Especially Frank." She brushed her fingers through Bri's reddish blonde tresses in an attempt to soothe her cousin. "Bri I have something I'd like to give you." She retrieved a book that was tucked away in one of her drawers. 

The small woman sat up and wiped at her face. "What is it?" She took hold of the book and green eyes grew as big as saucers at the title. "The Ultimate Guide to Lesbian Sex? Tiffany... what... the hell... is wrong with you?" 

"Bri, please, I'm not stupid. And you know I don't care if you're lesbian, straight or bi. I want you to be happy, and I know that when you're with Marty you're very happy. I got this book last week because I thought you might want to be informed before you... you know, take the plunge." She sat there twirling her thumbs. 

Brianna wiped away a few more tears that had recently fallen. "You know, I didn't realize until just last week how much I enjoy and actually crave her company. I find myself touching her as often as I can, and yet she's always very careful. She shoves her hands in her pockets a lot. Do you think she likes me?" 

Tiffany chuckled. "Well, from the stories you tell me of you and her spending time together... I'm sure of it. And I think you might need to be the one to breech the subject first. You have to understand that she may not make the first move because she knows you to be straight. Don't you see? She doesn't want to make you uncomfortable, or jeopardize the friendship." 

A blonde head nodded silently. 

"I have to go. I have a history paper to turn in, and you remember I'm going home this weekend. We can talk more when I get back, okay?" 

Bri nodded again. "Thanks... for everything." 

********* 

After spending the early evening devouring the book Tiffany gave her, Bri lay back on the bed and hugged her pillow tightly. "Damn, there's a lot of info in there. And the visual drawings are quite a sight. Well, now that I'm very horny to the point that it hurts, what should I do? Great, now I'm staring at my ceiling while talking to myself. You're losing it Bri." Rolling over she picked up the phone and dialed a familiar number. 

"Hello?" 

"Hi Marty." 

"Hey, what's up?" 

"Um... would you like to get together tonight?" 

"Sure, what subject are we going to work on?" 

"No. I mean... I could use a break from studies." 

"Oh... um... okay. What do you have in mind?" 

"Um... I don't know. How about a club? Dancing would be a nice stress reliever." Bri smiled weakly to herself. 

"Okay, I'll pick you up at ten." 

"Great. Bye." Hanging up, she rubbed her face and then said to no one, "I better take an ice cold shower before you come over or I'll be begging you to fuck me, and that's not a nice way to breech the subject." 

********** 

Knock. Knock. Knock. 

Brianna opened the door. "Hey. I'm almost ready. I just need to use the bathroom." 

"Okay." Marty planted herself on the bed. Noticing the red cover of the book lying on the nightstand, she picked it up, and flipped through it. "Hmm. Nice drawings." 

Bri returned and saw her perusing the lesbian book. She quickly grabbed it from large hands, mostly out of embarrassment, and threw it over on Tiffany's side of the room. "Um... that's Tif's. She's working on some... paper about gay and lesbian sex." Her cheeks turned a deep crimson. "Uh... ready to go?" 

Marty looked at her suspiciously, but decided to drop the subject. "Sure." 

They pulled up to the new club in town. Bri tapped the tall woman on her leather-clad shoulder. Marty turned her head while holding the bike steady. 

Flipping up the visor, she said, "No, not here. Let's go to a place that you enjoy." 

The dark woman frowned. "You want to hang out in a dyke bar?" 

"Why not? I'd like to see what it's like and maybe the people you interact with?" 

"Alright." Marty responded hesitantly then kicked the bike in gear. 

In a neighborhood that Brianna had not visited before, they parked along a side street under a street lamp. They walked up to what looked like a darkened and closed building, but as soon as they got to the door, Brianna could hear the music coming from within. Once inside, the shorter woman moved closer to her escort. 

Instinctively Marty put a large hand on the small of the young woman's back. She leant over and whispered in her ear. "No one's going to bite you. Unless... you want to get bitten." 

Bri shivered at the warm breath and seductive voice caressing her ear. 

"Hey Marty, whaddya been up to? Who's the new Fox?" the bartender called out loudly. 

"Hey Brick." She addressed the broad Amazonian looking woman behind the bar. "This is Bri. She's a friend." 

"Oh, yeah?" Brick looked over at the young blonde. "Baby, can I be your friend? Cause you sure are hot. Mmm mm mm." 

"Brick lay off. Just give me a beer and..." She looked at Bri. 

"Same." The small woman responded. 

"Two beers." Marty threw down a bill from the leather wallet chained to her jeans. Grabbing both bottles by the neck, she led Brianna to a small table against the wall by the pool tables. 

"So this is where you hang out?" Bri asked. 

"I guess you can say that. I don't come often. I don't care much for the drama." She took a swig of beer. 

Bri looked around the dim place. It wasn't very crowded. She saw many different types of women and it helped her relax to see that she didn't stand out. "So, if you come here, why were you at the new place in downtown that one night you came to my rescue?" 

A large hand brushed through raven locks, and then Marty said, "Because the place was new, I thought they could use me as security on the weekends. I wanted to make some extra cash, but they turned me down." 

"I see." She took a drink of the cold beverage, and then stood up. "I'm going to dance to help loosen up my tension from all the studying." 

Marty nodded and just watched from where she was sitting. 

The strawberry blonde stepped up onto the dance floor as the next song began. Dancing had always been one of her favorite past times. She could spend all night on the floor with the music and the stress would just lift from her automatically. 

A couple of songs later, the tall woman was definitely aroused at seeing her friend's hips sway. Each move Bri made had a seductive undertone that made Marty's nether regions twitch. 

Out of nowhere a bulky butch sauntered up to Brianna. A few words were exchanged, Bri laughed and then pointed a finger towards Marty. As soon as this butch followed the trail of the finger, she kindly backed down. Within minutes another one walked up and exchanged some words with Bri, who shook her head no. The butch reached out to gently grab Bri's arm, but she avoided the hand pawing at her. 

Marty was immediately on the dance floor. She stood behind the short blonde and placed a protective arm around her waist. 

Bri smiled at the feel of the muscular arm pulling her in. "Like I said, I'm with someone." 

The butch exchanged a challenging look with Marty and walked away. 

Bri turned around and saw a flame in those piercing blue eyes. "So, are you going to dance with me?" Bri questioned enthusiastically. 

"Um... I guess it would help to keep everyone else away from you." 

"Come on then." 

The next song had a slower beat and Bri took it as her opportunity to see how Marty would react to her. She grabbed the tall woman by the front of her maroon shirt and pulled her closer. Half straddling one thigh, she slowly rolled her hips back and forth as they swayed in time to the music. 

Marty didn't know what to do. The tight reign on her feelings was beginning to slip. She wasn't sure if Bri understood that her actions were causing the tall stoic woman to become weak in the knees. A couple of songs and several beers later the once cool and collected woman was now sweating bullets. 

Bri said, "I have to go to the bathroom." 

The dark woman nodded. "It's around the other side of the bar down the hall." Marty headed back to the table. She ran a hand through her damp hair. Damn, I'm about to lose some control here. My libido is running way ahead of me. Maybe we should go so I can cool off before I make an ass of myself. She closed her eyes and tried to breathe deeply. 

Suddenly, she felt soft lips upon her cheek then along her neck. Blue eyes looked into hazel. 

"Hi Baby. I haven't seen you around for some weeks. What have you been up to?" 

"Hey Ephiny. I figured it was you. No one else would dare approach me like that." Marty responded. 

"How about we go back to your place. I've been missing you badly." The shaggy dishwater blonde said seductively. 

"Believe me Eph, if it were any other night, I'd take you up on it. But I'm here with a friend." 

"Damn. Alright you have a good night. Give me a call." She bent down for an intimate kiss then walked away. 

When Marty looked up, she saw Bri standing there and knew she saw the whole thing. The young woman ran out of the bar. 

Seeing the reaction, Marty ran after her. She didn't spot her immediately, so she ran down the street stopping short at the corner. The small woman was sitting at the bus stop bench. 

She slowly approached the now crying blonde, and stood there in silence as she dug her hands into her pockets. Finally finding her voice, she started to speak. "Bri? Why... are you crying? I told you I'm a dyke. I'm sorry..." 

"I'm not upset that you're a lesbian. It's just.... Never mind." She hid her face in small hands. 

Finally the light turned on in Marty's thick head. "Oh shit. Marty, you're a fucking idiot." She said under her breath. She sat on her heels as she knelt on the sidewalk in front of her. Gently she took the young woman's hands away from her face. Using the back of her knuckles, she wiped a few of the stray tears away. "I thought you just wanted to be friends, so... I... willed myself to not pursue anything with you. I fought so hard to not let myself fall for you that I've become blind. I'm sorry I hurt you with the display back there with Ephiny. She's just... um... someone I... hang with on occasion. There's nothing serious between us." 

Sad sea green eyes looked into guilty ocean blue. 

Bri sniffled. "You fought to not fall for me?" 

Marty grabbed the back of her neck now that she's been found out. "Um... uh... yeah." Damn it. I said it. 

"I've fallen for you ---- for some time already. I just didn't realize it until Tiffany pointed it out. I've never had feelings for a woman before." 

Feeling more confident now, the dark woman said, "I fell for you the first day I laid eyes on you." Marty brushed soft pink lips with her thumb. 

Brianna reacted with a sudden intake of breath. "Please...." She closed her eyes. "Kiss me." She said in a whisper. 

Marty slowly leaned forward and pressed her lips against the ones before her. Mouths instinctively opened and velvety tongues danced seductively against one another. 

A deeply hidden moan erupted from Bri's throat. Small hands gripped the short raven locks at the back of Marty's head. The kiss deepened as their bodies pressed together. 

Whistles and catcalls sounded loudly from a couple of guys down the street. The women were lucky out that the trees surrounded them in shadows, which provided enough darkness that no one could tell it was two women locked in the embrace. 

"Let's go before they try to come closer." Marty stated. 

"Um, I feel drunk. I think I may need some help." 

They started walking back towards the club with Marty helping her take each step. 

"Bri you've only had two beers in the past couple of hours." 

"Yeah, but after the bathroom... I asked Brick to give me something... strong because... I wanted the courage... to confess my liking you." Bri stumbled a bit. 

"What did she give you?" 

"I don't know... but it was definitely a double... and I think purple looking." 

"Aw shit. That must have been her special kamikaze shot." Marty knew that the young woman was going to most likely pass out soon. There wasn't anyone but Brick and herself who could handle that shot. Marty led her to the bike and helped her get the helmet on. 

Once they were ready, Brianna could hardly hold herself upright. 

Marty climbed on the bike. Damn, she's not going to make it sitting behind me. She'll fall right off. "Bri, you'll need to sit in front and you'll need to do it facing me." She hoisted the blonde up. 

Bri straddled a strong lap and wrapped her arms around her waist inside the leather jacket. 

"Okay, now if you can just keep your head down then I'll be able to see." 

Bri tried to snuggle against the warm chest even though the helmet prevented her face from feeling Marty's breasts. 

As they drove along, Marty noticed Bri's grip was slipping. At a stoplight, she put a protective arm around her precious bundle. We're not going to make it to the dorms. Marty made a quick decision to drive to her place because it was much closer. 

A few minutes later she parked the bike and carried a semi-conscious Brianna inside. Laying her on the bed, she removed the helmet, shoes, and jacket. She covered the young woman and kissed her lightly on the temple. "Sleep well little one." She headed into the kitchen and set the coffee maker to brew in the morning. Marty stripped off her clothes down to boxers and a tank top and lied on the couch pulling the extra blanket on the back of it over her. 

An hour later, she felt a weight on top of her. Opening blue eyes, she looked down at a blonde head peeking out from under the blanket. She chuckled slightly. Getting up with the young woman still attached, she picked her up and took her into the bedroom. 

A soft voice complained. "Nooo... wanna sleep... with... you." 

"Shhh, it's okay little one. I'll sleep in the bed too." Marty laid her down and climbed in behind her. 

Brianna rolled over and perched her head in the crook of Marty's neck as she wrapped her arms around a strong waist. 

Marty smiled and pulled the covers up around them. 

************* 

A green eye popped open then shut quickly. Brianna rolled onto her back covering her face with the pillow. The painful throb in her head had awakened her, so she decided to get up. The room spun for a couple of seconds, and Bri clutched her head to steady herself. Okay, I guess I better do this slower. She said silently. Making it to the bathroom, she did her business, washed her face, and took a swig of mouthwash since she didn't have a toothbrush. 

Freshly showered, the dark woman sat at the table sipping coffee and reading the newspaper. 

Brianna walked in and sat across from her. "I feel like road kill." 

Marty got up quick to pour a second cup of coffee. A huge grin covered her face because she knew how the small woman felt. She sat back down giving her the hot brew. 

"Um... do you have any aspirin?" 

"I knew you'd be asking." She retrieved the bottle of Excedrin from the counter. 

A thick silence filled the kitchen as both women stared into their coffee. 

"I can make you some breakfast." Marty offered. 

"I think just toast for now. I don't need to be retching here and there." 

"Okay." 

*********** 

A few hours later, and after a nice long shower, Brianna began to feel much better. She donned one of Marty's large shirts that she found and enjoyed the faint scent of the men's cologne called Allure that still lingered on it. Walking around the house in search of her friend, she noticed the simplicity in which Marty lived. There was very little furniture in each room, and really only what was necessary. There weren't any paintings or photos or any kind of art to adorn the walls or the bare surfaces. There were no knickknacks, and nothing to give the place a homey feel. 

She finally found her in a room filled with books. Handmade bookshelves lined the walls from floor to ceiling. Additional bookshelves littered the floor. They were each about waist high and on wheels. 

Marty sat at a well-worn crude wooden desk facing the window. She was browsing through something online. 

"Hi." She said as she quietly stepped next to her chair. 

The woman turned around. "Hi yourself. I see you're doing better." 

Bri noticed the small black wire rimmed glasses adorning her face. "You wear glasses? No ---- please don't take them off." 

She looked at her adoringly. "You look so handsome with them." 

Marty smiled. Taking her hand, she gently placed a kiss on the knuckles. "You think so, huh? I only wear them for reading." 

Bri blushed a bit from the gesture. She returned a squeeze to the large hand and took a look at some of the book titles. "Marty, I think you have every textbook for every class here." 

"Actually, I do. I find them in the dumpsters or left in the lockers at the end of the school year." 

"Have you read all of these books?" She brushed her fingers across a few spines. 

"Yeah." Marty responded in all seriousness. 

Sea green eyes looked into ocean blue. "No wonder you know everything. You've read it all without having to take the classes." Suddenly a hungry stomach made itself known with a loud rumble. 

"How about we go get you something to eat?" Marty suggested. 

With an idea in mind, Bri placed both hands on each armrest, leaned over and with a seductive tone she softly said in an inviting ear, "I was hoping we could just stay in." 

Marty gulped audibly with closed eyes. The soft warm breath that just caressed her ear made her stomach flip. "Um... I... could order Chinese." 




Misgivings



Bri walked to the doorway, turned and began to slowly unbutton the shirt starting with the top button. "I'll be waiting for you on the couch when you're done ordering." After the third button, she left. 

Marty took off the glasses, grabbed the phone and quickly placed the order. Then she sprinted down the stairs and plopped on the couch. 

The small woman smiled then hoisted herself up to straddle a strong lap. She felt Marty's heart beating wildly as she laid small hands along her clavicle. Reaching down, she took a large hand and placed it over her heart. 

Marty felt the strong fast heartbeat on her palm. 

"Seems like we're both in the same state of affairs." 

A sly smile played at the edges of Marty's mouth. Ocean blue eyes looked deeply into emerald green. "What do you want to do?" Marty asked in a seductive tone. 

Bri bit her bottom lip as her gaze dropped to supple looking breasts outlined within the fabric of the tank top. She then looked back up into smoldering blue eyes. 

"Do it, B-r-i." Marty said softly. 

Surprised, she said, "I like the way you say my name." Ever so slowly hands slid down and lightly brushed past firm nipples poking through the thin material. 

Marty had a sudden intake of breath. 

Bri responded, "Please say it again." Fingers used feather like strokes along the insides of the breasts. She then weighed them in her palms as thumbs brushed the tips of nipples. 

"Bri I... need...." Marty let out a slight whimper. 

"What," she whispered hotly. "Tell me what you want. What you're going to do to me." She finished unbuttoning her shirt from earlier revealing firm round globes and pink nipples that stood erect. 

Large hands cupped Bri's breasts. She arched into the contact. "Please Marty... take me." 

Marty clamped down on Bri's neck as fingers expertly twisted pebbled nipples causing the young woman to gasp. She began nibbling her way up to an earlobe. "I'm going to make love to you," she hissed, "long and hard, slow and soft." She nipped at the tender flesh just below the earlobe. "I'm going to spend the rest of the day doing so," she gripped firm ass cheeks, "until we both pass out from exertion." 

"God yes," Bri moaned loudly 

Marty kissed her, and tongues joined in the seductive dance. She brought a hand down and found that Bri wasn't wearing panties. Two fingers slid through golden curls and along hot wet engorged lips. After enough sweet torture of what was yet to come, they entered effortlessly and she felt the muscles contract around her fingers as Bri moaned. The palm of her hand rubbed firmly across a swollen clit. 

It wasn't long before the orgasm threatened to consume her. Bri cried out. "Oh... god.... I'm gonna come." Her hips bucked wildly as small hands pushed up the tank top to knead firm breasts. She bit into Marty's neck just enough to make her yelp. "Oh... Marty.... Ah... ahhh," she exclaimed upon releasing the succulent flesh. Her hips bore down one more time and then trembled as the release racked her body. 

They faced each other exchanging tender kisses. 

Bri pulled at the tank top to get it off. She noticed that Marty's underarms were shaven. "You shave." It wasn't a question. 

"Yeah. I find it uncomfortable to have hair there. You thought I was going to be hairy?" 

The short woman shrugged and smiled, then brought Marty's arms up behind her head. With a shyness about her, she slowly drew a hand forth to softly stroke the tender and warm flesh that was exposed. 

Marty inhaled sharply. 

"Are you ticklish?" 

A quick shake of the head was the answer she got. 

"Good." She stroked the skin again and worked her way to the creamy breasts. "I confess that the book you saw in my room is mine." 

"Oh yeah?" She commented. 

"Mmm hmm, and I've read the whole thing." 

Marty looked into smoldering green eyes. 

"I want to touch every part of you. I want to experience everything I read." 

"I'll show you all of it." Marty responded, and released her arms from behind her head to slide off Bri's shirt. She laid her down on the couch and slipped out of the boxers. Covering the small body with her own, she placed a muscled thigh against reddish gold curls. 

Bri instantly raised one thigh against Marty's sex, understanding where this was going. 

They kissed softly and began to grind their sexes against each other's hips. The delicious friction caused them to moan and backs to arch. Within minutes they cried out each other's name riding the waves of their orgasm together. 

********** 

White cartons of Chinese food and bottles of beer littered the coffee table. Two figures lay naked in each other's arms on the dun colored carpeting. The throw blanket was draped across their waists. 

Bri propped herself up on an elbow. With a free hand she drew lazy circles along her new lover's chest. 

Ocean blue eyes opened to gaze into a smiling face. "How do you feel?" 

She kissed her cheek and said, "Incredible." She continued to slowly draw on the tanned skin. "Um... are you... going to see... your... friend again?" 

"Hmm? My friend?" Marty looked at her with a puzzled face. "Oh... you mean... um... hmm." She decided to sit up to talk about this. Facing her, she asked, "Would you like to be exclusive with me?" 

"You mean like going steady?" she asked with a giggle because she felt like a teenager. 

Marty nodded with a goofy smirk on her face. 

"Yes." Bri responded. 

"Well there's no need to worry about me seeing anyone." She brushed the blonde's cheek with the back of her hand. 

********* 

Tiffany struggled to get the door open while still holding onto the extra luggage she brought from home. She finally managed and immediately noticed the room was completely dark. Expecting her cousin to be in studying as usual, she didn't think twice when she dropped the suitcases. 

Quickly, the small lamp attached to the headboard clicked on. Marty met Tiffany's startled gaze, and decided to shake her lover awake. "Bri, I need to go." 

The small blonde rolled over and buried her face in a warm chest. "Nooo... stay. We have to go over my notes for web design." 

"Bri, your roommate is home." 

Tiffany turned on the main light and sat on the edge of her bed facing them. A small smirk played at the corners of her mouth. 

Marty sat up with her back to Tiffany and started getting dressed. 

Bri rolled over towards Tif. "Hi." She said with a giddy smile. "I didn't think you'd be back so early." 

"It's after eleven o'clock Bri." She commented while crossing her arms in front of her chest. "I see you've been busy." 

Bri laughed, understanding the implication. She grabbed Marty's hand and kissed it. "Marty, this is my cousin Tiffany. Tif this is Marty." 

Sapphire eyes looked into charcoal colored ones for any indication of disgust or anger. 

"It's nice to finally meet you Marty." She extended a friendly hand for a shake. "Bri talks about you incessantly." 

Surprised, she returned the gesture, and said, "Um... it's nice to meet you too." 

"She talks. I don't believe it. Up until Bri met you, I was told you only made grunting noises." 

Marty smiled knowing it was true that she never spoke to anyone at the university. And that whenever someone did approach her with a question, she would just grunt. 

Bri threw on a long T-shirt and asked her lover, "Are you sure you want to go?" 

"Yeah. You have classes and I have work. We'll talk later." 

Bri walked her to the door, and just outside of it, she pulled it halfway closed behind her. 

"Sweetie, thanks for all your help. And thanks for a great weekend." 

She turned around with a smile, and then kissed her passionately before she turned to walk down the hall. 

Returning inside the room, she sprinted and launched herself onto the bed like an excited child on Christmas morning. She buried her face in the pillow, out of embarrassment and because she didn't want to face her cousin. 

"Brianna, you better start talking before I tickle you." She stood as if she was going to attack. 

"Ack... no, I'll talk." She laughed as she sat up with her legs crossed and tucked under her knees. "So how was your time at home?" 

"Brianna." She chastised firmly. 

"Okay, okay. What do you want to know? You already saw us naked in bed." 

"Yeah, and that woman has an incredible body. Hot damn Bri, she's all hard muscle." 

"I know. Isn't it awesome? Oh, Tif, I feel... I feel... aw hell, I can't even describe how I feel." 

Smiling brightly, she responded, "You're in love Bri." 

"Is this what it feels like? I feel like a giddy pubescent girl on her first crush. But wait, it's more than that. I'm overjoyed when we're together, and I love when we touch. I've never felt this before." 

"How far did you get with the book I gave you?" 

"Oh I read the whole thing. When we made love that first time, it was exquisite. God, my orgasm was so... ugh... fantastic. We made love the whole day, and she said she'd show me everything. Whew, I can hardly wait." 

"Bri, I'm so happy for you. Finally there is someone in your life that makes your eyes light up when you talk of her. So, tell me how it all happened. Did you tell her you love her? Or did you just jump her bones." 

"Well we haven't used the "love" word yet with each other, but....." 

*************** 

Bri looked at herself one more time in the mirror. She adjusted the olive green silk blouse, and checked her make-up. 

"So, where is she taking you tonight?" Tiffany asked from the bed. 

"I don't know. She just asked me to be ready by 7pm and to dress, as she put it, 'very nice'." 

"Well it's got to be something fancy with all this mystery and the two dozen red and pink roses she sent. Do you think she's going to propose?" 

"Tif?! I think it's too early for that. And no, I don't know what the occasion is. She just said it's great news, and she wanted to celebrate." The little alarm on her watch chimed indicating it was five minutes to the hour. "I better go." 

"Isn't she coming here?" 

"No. She said to wait in front of the building. I'll see you later, and I'll be sure to give you all the details when I get back." 

"Well don't rush back on my account. I know I'll see you tomorrow morning at some time." 

Bri exited the doors at the front of the building and immediately caught sight of a black limousine. Thinking it was there for someone else, she looked around for Marty's motorcycle though she wondered how best to sit on a bike in a snug skirt. 

The chauffeur stood there in a black suit and hat. His bushy gray mustache was well -groomed and his hair was neatly combed. He opened the door and waved for her to step inside. 

Surprised that he really was there for her, she slid into the leather seat and picked up the single red rose with a note attached to it. 

Hello Beautiful,

I apologize I couldn't join you for the ride. I have an important errand to do

before we meet. Press the rose petals to your lips and imagine me kissing you

sweetly. I look forward to our evening.

Love, Marty 

"She used the word 'love'." Bri muttered to herself. Her heart beat quickly as she further wondered what events were going to take place tonight. 

The limo stopped in front of a seafood restaurant. The driver opened the door for her, and said, "Enjoy your evening." 

"Thank you." She looked towards the front doors and spotted her lover standing there in a black Armani men's suit, white shirt, and bolo tie. She shyly held a red rose between long fingers. 

"Hi beautiful." Mart said, and handed her the flower. She then kissed her lightly on the lips. 

"What's going on?" She lightheartedly asked. 

"I'll tell you when we get settled inside." Marty put an arm around the young blonde's waist and lead her in. 

They sat at a cozy table by candlelight. 

The waiter came in his clean and starched white shirt, black bow tie, black pants and white apron. "Ah, Miss Bolinger. Good to see you again. What can I get you this evening?" 

"Hi Eric. We'll start out with a bottle of Pinot Grigio." 

"An excellent choice in wine." 

"And bring us an order of the coconut butterfly shrimp. We'll need some time to look through the menu." 

"Yes, Miss Bolinger. I shall return with the wine and the appetizer." 

Bri yanked on the tall woman's sleeve as she leaned over. "Marty, please tell me what is going on?" 

She laughed, and said, "Okay, okay. Um... well... I don't know where to start, so I guess I'll start with the restaurant." 

"What do you mean?" 

With a bright smile, she said, "I am the new owner of this place." 

"Get out!? Are you serious? But how?" 

"Well, the former owner was a very close old friend. He helped me learn about investing and the stock market. A few years ago he moved to Florida to live out his retirement in the warm weather. Well, unfortunately he died four days ago and left me his restaurant in his will." 

"Oh, I'm sorry for the loss. But that was terrific of him to do this." 

Marty nodded. "And... last week, I got my GED so I decided, for the hell of it, to take the GRE. Actually you inspired me to do it. Because you believed in me. So this morning the results came in." She pulled out the paper from the jacket pocket and handed it to Bri. 

She opened it, and her mouth dropped. "You... you... you got the top score. You're a genius. I can't believe it." 

"I also received a couple of phone calls for job offers from three major computer companies. Apparently my scores leaked out and now I've got people contacting left and right." 

Dumbfounded, Bri slowly shook her head as she tried to digest all of it. "This is absolutely incredible news." She hugged her fiercely. "I'm so happy for you. This is awesome." 

The waiter returned with the wine and shrimp. "Are you ready to order?" 

"No, not yet. Give us another few minutes." 

"As you wish Miss Bolinger." 

"Bri, there's one more thing." Blue and green eyes locked onto each other. "I want you to know that... I'm... in love with you. I've loved you from the moment we became friends." 

"Oh, Marty, I love you too. I love you so very much, and I am happiest when we are together." She tugged on the jacket's lapel to pull the taller woman closer. Sliding her hand up and behind Marty's head, she brought her down for a heartfelt kiss.  

They pulled apart, a little red in the face knowing that some, if not all, of the restaurant's patrons caught sight of their display. 

After dinner, the two lovers went for a long limo ride through Central Park. In the backseat with the partition up for some privacy, they fondled each other above and a bit under their clothing. 

"God Marty. Seeing you in this suit had me hot all night, and I want you now. Please let's go back to your place?" 

She nodded, and turned on the intercom. "Would you please drive us to 487 north Maple." 

"Yes, Miss Bolinger." The driver responded. 

"Sweetie, this isn't your own private limo, is it?" She asked as she nibbled along a strong slender neck. 

"Um... no." 

"Good. Because I can't see you living a posh life. Don't get me wrong though. I think fancy evenings and events are great, but living it everyday would feel so different." 

"No problem because it doesn't fit my everyday style." She undid one more button on the blouse and then unhooked the clasp on the front of the lace bra. Stroking the flesh with her fingers, she swallowed a puckered pink nipple. 

"Oh god... M-a-r-t-y... I won't forgive you if the driver hears me." 

The vehicle stopped, and the driver announced their arrival. He stepped out, walked over to the rear door, and tried to open it, but found that it was locked, so he decided to wait a moment. 

The two women struggled to button everything up and try to look presentable. Finally the click of the lock was heard so the driver opened the door. Marty exited and Bri followed. 

He noticed that her hair was tousled and her face was flushed. Trying to hide his amusement at their cute display, he turned and coughed into his hand. 

Marty handed him a generous tip and thanked him for the evening. As soon as they were inside the house, they burst out laughing. 

"You do realize we got caught, right?" Bri playfully asked. 

"Yeah." She responded, and then the passionate blaze returned to azure eyes. She hoisted the young woman up in her arms and carried her to the bedroom. 

After undressing each other, Marty asked softly, "Would you like to try a toy?" 

"I've been wondering when you'd bring this up. It's about time." She responded as she stroked a chiseled cheek. 

Marty's eyebrows rose. "Damn I didn't realize you wanted it that bad." 

"I want it all Lover. Everything that you can give me." She lied down on the bed and watched the tall woman go to the dresser. 

Marty strapped on the dildo, buckled the leather harness in place, and donned the cock with a condom. After lubing the toy, she returned to the bed and slowly crawled up between Bri's legs. Hoisting the young woman's legs up and around her waist, she sat on her heels and pressed the head of the cock at Bri's opening. She leaned forward and kissed her passionately. 

The small blonde encircled her arms around her love wanting to pull her in. Marty held back a bit, and whispered in her ear. "I love you Bri." She then slid in all the way. 

Bri moaned loudly. "Ohhh... god." 

Marty slowly pumped in and out, and then started to pick up speed. She felt the friction of the dildo's base on her clit and it caused a deep guttural groan to erupt from her chest. 

"Ungh... Marty. Ahhh... fuck me... harder." A mouth firmly bit her neck as she felt Marty start to slam into her. "God... yes... aahhhh." 

Marty rode the waves with her when one more push sent her over the edge too. She collapsed on top of her lover and stayed inside for a minute. Upon pulling out she rolled onto her side. 

Bri helped unbuckle the straps, and toss the apparatus onto the nightstand. She snuggled into the crook of Marty's neck. "I love you." 

She wrapped strong arms around her shoulders and responded with, "Love you too." 

They lay there basking in their lovemaking. At some point Bri began to think about the upcoming holidays. "What do you usually do for Thanksgiving?" 

Marty pondered for a moment, and then said, "I rent several movies and order a large pie with my favorite toppings." 

"You spend it alone?" 

"Yeah. Why?" 

Bri wasn't sure if it would be moving things too fast, but she decided to ask anyway. "Come home with me for Thanksgiving? You can meet my family and see the farm. We'll have lots of fun." 

Marty stiffened upon hearing the phrase, "meet my family". 

The young woman immediately felt the tension. Misunderstanding it for what she thought as this being too soon in the relationship to do, she responded. "Never mind. Forget I asked." 

"No. Bri wait." She sighed and continued. "I think we could have fun, it's just... that... well what are your parents going to say? I don't believe they'll be thrilled that their baby girl is dating a dyke." 

She sat up and ran small hands through blonde hair. "You don't know my family. They're very open people." 

Marty sat up crossing her legs and tucking her feet under her knees. She gently stroked her lover's back with one hand. "I'm sorry, I'm sure your family is great. It's just that I've had plenty of experience with anti-gay individuals. There's a lot of hate and rejection and tears. I guess I don't want you to go through it." 

She turned and kissed Marty lightly on the cheek. "I don't believe my parents would be cruel. And I know my sister all too well. She would love you from the start." Taking a large hand within her own, she said, "If it's going to happen I have to have my own experiences." 




Misgivings



Marty nodded in understanding. "Okay, I'll go with you." 

********** 

The bright yellow Hummer plowed its way through the freshly snow covered roads. 

"It's great that you were able to rent this massive thing." 

"Yeah, I've always wanted to drive one of these monsters." Marty responded as she made a left turn onto a smaller road. 

"My sister will be home when we arrive. When I last spoke to her, she said she's really excited to meet you. We'll have a couple of hours before mom gets home, and dad comes in exactly at seven o'clock right in time for dinner." She looked out the window a moment recalling the Thanksgivings of years past and all the fun of spending the day cooking and laughing and telling stories. She sighed hoping that if they can get past the initial things tonight, then Thanksgiving Day tomorrow could be just like it's always been. "Are you nervous?" 

Marty glanced her way, and said, "Very." She pulled up into the driveway and turned the vehicle off. Releasing a huge sigh, she looked at the massive operation of the place just behind the log cabin. 

Out of the door was a sandy blonde haired woman waving frantically and jumping up and down. "Smidget!" She cried out as the two women ran towards each other for a fierce hug. "How are you doing? Let me look at you." 

"I'm doing great Tara." 

"You look fantastic." She hugged her again then caught sight of a tall figure with piercing blue eyes. "Damn, you must be Marty." 

Marty extended a friendly hand for a shake. "Nice to meet you Tara." 

She grabbed the offered hand. "You are fucking gorgeous. Bri, you said she was handsome, but this is just too much." 

"Isn't she awesome? And she's all mine." Bri said as she got a tight grip around Marty's waist. 

"Marty, I must confess, you are more than my sis has revealed. I'm glad you came." 

"Thank you." Marty nervously ran her fingers through her hair. 

"Now you guys come inside already. It's freezing out here." 

************* 

The three women sat at the kitchen table drinking coffee and enjoying conversation. 

Suddenly an older woman walked in. "Brianna. You're here already." Mother and daughter hugged and kissed. "Dear it's good to see you." 

"Momma, there's someone I'd like you to meet." 

The tall woman stood, and Bri pulled her close. 

"This is Marty. Marty, this is my mom, Kerry." 

"Nice to meet you Mrs. Langan." She extended a hand to shake. 

The older woman hesitantly took the offered hand as she stared somewhat confused into ocean blue eyes. "Brianna, is this who you told me..." 

"Yes, Momma... we're seeing each other." She responded then slid under Marty's arm to encircle her waist. 

"Well it's nice to meet you Marty. I wish I could say I know so much about you but my daughter has decided to wait until the last possible minute to inform us." 

"Ma, I said I was sorry. But you have plenty of time this weekend to get to know her." 

"Yes, of course dear," Mrs. Langan responded coldly. "Well, I need to start dinner so you three go find something to do." 

"You don't need any help?" Tara asks. 

She opened the fridge and started pulling out vegetables. "Tara, you can start cutting these up. And Bri, why don't you show Marty around the farm?" 

"Sure Ma." Bri responded a bit confused. She wondered what was going on since she was always needed in the past to help with dinner. 

************ 

In the dimly lit barn, a cow mooed as two figures settled down on a stack of hay. 

Marty circled her arms around the small woman sitting comfortably between her legs. 

Bri leaned back against her chest, and laid her hands on top of large ones. She felt the warm soft breath on her ear. 

"Sweetie, I don't believe that went very well." Marty said softly. 

"I think she just needs time to get used to the idea." She looked at the cow grazing slowly, and wondered if she should have waited on having her parents meet Marty. "They've always seemed so liberal. I just can't imagine it getting worse." 

Well, we have yet to see what your father is going to do. Marty thought silently to herself and gently tightened her grip around the small waist. She leaned over and lightly kissed a cheek. 

"I love when you have your arms around me. It makes me feel safe and loved." 

************* 

Tara began to set out the food at the dinner table just as Marty and Bri walked in. 

Mrs. Langan brought out the last dish along with a can of beer to set down at her husband's plate. 

Bri insisted that Marty sit down. "Do you want a beer?" 

"Ah... sure." 

She returned with two cans and handed one to her lover. 

The front door audibly closed. "I'm home." The older man called out." Walking into the dining room, he saw his eldest and beamed with pride. "Smidget, you're here." He hugged her fiercely. 

"Hi dad." 

"It's so nice to see you." He patted her on the back then said immediately, "Let's eat. I'm starving." 

Everyone settled in and quietly began the meal. 

She hadn't had the chance to introduce Marty, but was sure he'd say something soon. 

A few minutes passed by before he said, "Brianna, you didn't introduce me to your friend. Is she your roommate?" 

Placing her fork down, she wiped her mouth with the cloth napkin. "No dad. This is Marty." She said with a smile. 

"It's nice to meet you Mr. Langan." She offered her hand but it was ignored. 

He stopped in mid chew and looked to his wife for some kind of added information. Not receiving any, he said, "Bri, I thought your email just had a spelling error in it when you wrote 'she'." 

Marty gripped the napkin tightly in her lap. 

Looking at him with a frown, Bri just didn't know how to respond. 

"Are you also attending at the university Marty?" He asked in a commanding voice. 

"No." 

"Where did you go to college then?" 

She had a feeling of where he was heading with his questions, but decided to answer honestly anyway. "I didn't go to college." 

He looked at her with judgmental eyes as a brown eyebrow arched up his forward. "Okay, so what do you do for a living?" 

Oh shit. Bri commented to herself. She could almost sense the walls rising around her lover. 

"I'm a janitor at the university." 

Brown eyes sternly looked at Bri, then at Marty. "So, basically you're telling me you have no future. You have nothing to aspire to ---- you work a shit job, you have no education, a-n-d you're fucking my daughter." 

"Bob." Mrs. Langan yelled. "There's no need to be so crass." 

"I'm just saying it the way I see it Kerry. Our daughter is not only with a loser but with a woman of all things, who is nothing." He pinned Marty down with a stare and continued. "Do you know what I do for my family Marty? I provide and protect. That is what a man does, and apparently you can't handle any of it." 

"That's enough dad." Bri yelled out. "You have no right to speak to her like this..." 

"I have no right? I have no r-i-g-h-t?!?! I am your father. This is my house. I have every right." He yelled as he slowly stood up. "How could you want to be with someone like --- like this?" He pointed an angry thick finger. "When I was her age I was making good money and already made an honest woman of your mother." 

"You don't even know her. Why are you acting like this?" Bri questioned vehemently. 

Jerking his finger at Marty to make his point, Bob declared. "Get out. Go back to wherever you came from and leave my daughter alone." He then sat down to resume his meal. 

Marty stood to leave. Bri grabbed her arm and said, "No. You're my guest." 

"Brianna, sit your ass down." He declared without looking up from his food. 

Sapphire blue eyes looked into pleading green ones. "I'll see you back in New York." She said softly. 

"NO!" He pounded his fist on the table. "You won't see her." Now in a fit over his daughter's behavior, he stood, grabbed the raven haired woman by the collar and pushed her out of the room. 

"No dad, don't." Bri reached for his arm and in the struggle, he backhanded her across the face. She fell to the floor in shock. 

In the blink of an eye, Marty jumped at him, twisted his arm up behind his back, and slammed his bulky form into the wall. He screamed out in pain. 

She leaned against him and firmly said through clenched teeth, "Do and say what you want to me, but don't you ever strike her again." She let him go, threw on her navy blue wool pea coat and walked out the door. 

Bri had already run upstairs while Tara and Mrs. Langan looked on in disbelief and silence. 

The older man slid down to his knees and tried to calmly find the much needed words to express himself. "Kerry... you... need to drive me... to... the emergency room." 

"What's wrong?" She asked puzzled. 

"My arm... is... broken." 

*********** 

Marty started the Hummer and pulled out of the driveway. She wondered what was going to happen to the two of them when Bri returned to school. She tried to fight back a tear threatening to surface, as she pondered if she lost her love. As she got on the road, she heard something and looking in the rearview mirror, she saw Bri running after the vehicle and trying to wave frantically with their luggage in hand. She stopped the SUV and got out. 

The two women looked at each other, and then Bri dropped the bags and ran toward the woman she loved. They embraced and held one another tightly for a moment. 

"I love you Marty. Don't leave without me." 

She looked into sea green eyes. "Are you sure about this?" 

The strawberry blonde nodded. "Now that I've found you, how can you expect me to live without you?" 

Marty smiled and said, "Come on." 

Since it was too late in the day to start driving back to New York, they decided on staying at a hotel for the night. 

************ 

"Marty, we didn't have to check into the best hotel in the area." Bri said as she opened her bag to pull out a nightshirt. 

"I know we didn't have to, but I feel bad about what happened with your father and I thought at least part of our trip could be pleasant." 

"That is very sweet of you." She reached up and kissed her on the cheek. "I'm going to shower. Would you like to order dinner?" 

"Sure." She hugged the young woman and said, "I love you." 

"I love you too." 

************ 

The strawberry blonde lay on the bed propped up on a couple of pillows against the headboard. She was thinking about how disappointed she was in her parents' reaction to Marty. She really didn't expect it to turn out this way. And then she thought about how much she actually loved the tall woman. So much had occurred to her since last semester --- almost too much, but meeting her fated love was the best thing.

Marty finished her shower and jumped onto the bed on her knees wearing red and blue plaid flannel boxers and a white T-shirt. She wiggled her eyebrows mischievously.

Bri laughed at the tall woman's playful demeanor. "Come here stud." 

She slinked her way over and captured inviting lips in a passionate kiss. A moan slipped from her throat as Marty inhaled the fresh sweet scent of the young woman. 

Bri suddenly slowly pulled away as if in thought.

"What's wrong?" Marty gently asked. 

"I've...umm...been thinking and want to tell you about Peter ---- my ex." 

"Okay." 

They began to eat the large mushroom and Canadian bacon stuffed pizza that was ordered as Bri prepared to tell her story. Marty popped open a can of beer and took a swig. 

"Peter and I met in senior year of high school. We casually dated, and when graduation arrived, he said he would be attending Penn State with me. My parents thought it was terrific and they were so happy because Peter was studying politics. He said he planned on becoming governor and that just sent my dad floating on cloud nine. They were sure we would marry. 

"The whole problem in all of this was that I didn't love Peter the way he professed to love me. I liked him but didn't desire to be with him forever. I always thought of him like a best friend. And yeah, we had sex and a few terrific times but there was just no depth to our relationship. I wasn't elated when he was around. My stomach didn't flip, my heart didn't flutter, and I sure as hell didn't have a deep seated desire for him. Damn, he could barely make me come. Anyway, eventually he asked me to marry him, but I turned him down and told him we shouldn't see each other anymore because I couldn't love him." 

She ran small fingers through her long reddish blonde locks then continued. "He um... got real mad and said I was playing him all these years. He said he wouldn't love anyone else the way he loved me, and... then... he proceeded to ah... rape me." 

Marty immediately scooted closer to her on the bed and wrapped her arms around the young woman. 

"He hit me several times and kept yelling that I made a fool of him and then he felt he was finished, he left. When my roommate came in, she immediately drove me to the hospital. She also called Tara, who drove three hours to see me. She's the only one in the family who knows. 

"A couple of days later Peter kept calling and leaving messages of love and apologies and excuses of how we can't break up because we belong together. I wouldn't return any of his calls or emails. And then one day I saw him waiting for me in the halls of my dorm. Since there were a good amount of people around, I firmly told him that I never wanted to see or hear from him again. 

"One night he caught me off guard as I was leaving the library. He said he just wanted to talk for a minute, and when I turned away from him to walk away, he clamped a hand over my mouth and dragged me behind some parked cars. A couple of his friends showed up out of nowhere, and they surrounded me. I'll never forget their predatory sneers and the way they were grabbing their groins. 

"Peter knelt right over me. He said, 'I told them you were a good fuck, and now you're going to show them'. In a panic, I kicked him in the balls and ran. I got lucky because I quickly spotted a campus security vehicle and ran towards it. One of the officers saw me and got out. I jumped in and told them what happened, but the guys already ran off." She wiped at the few tears on her cheeks. 

"I'm sorry that all happened sweetie." She kissed the crown of the blonde head. "Why didn't you tell your parents?" 

"I just couldn't... cause they loved Peter so much and I guess I was scared they wouldn't believe me." 

"I'm so sorry." 

She wiped at her face some more. "Um... I need to know something." Bri hesitantly asked. 

"Sure. What is it?" 

"I... um... am wondering if we love each other... to the same degree." 

Marty hooked a finger under her lover's chin to look into sea green eyes. 

Bri continued, "Because I am madly in love with you, and if you don't feel the same way then I need to know now so we can settle things." 

Ocean blue eyes gazed adoringly at her. She said, "I love you Bri. I am so in love with you that it hurt terribly when I walked out of your parent's house. Then when I saw you run after me, my heart swelled with joy." 

Bri let out a choking sob of joy and relief. She leaned forward burying her face in her lover's T-shirt. 

Marty held her tenderly as a few tears of her own spilled down high cheekbones.

A short time later they decided to watch whatever was on TV and finish their dinner. They stumbled upon the classic film "Victor/Victoria", of which they both enjoyed dearly. 

By the end of the movie, Bri had been idly circling the bare skin of her lover's abdomen. The shirt was pushed up slowly during the film because Bri wanted to feel the warm flesh there. With a sinister smile, she leaned over and blew a raspberry on the tall woman's belly.

"Ack!" Marty cried out in surprise and they both busted out laughing. Marty then captured her lips in a playful kiss.

"Sweetie?" Bri questioned.

"Hmm."

She gazed deeply into azure eyes and saw pure love shining from them. "Make love to me," she requested softly.

Marty smiled and gently pressed her lips to Bri's. Their mouths caressed one another without hurry. Their tongues danced with a smoldering passion.

Bri then stood with her back to her lover as she removed her shirt. Marty removed her own clothes. She stepped up behind Bri and pressed her tall naked form against her. Large hands lightly brushed up and down the front of the strawberry blonde's body. She bent her head forward and nipped at the sweet succulent neck. Fingers softly played through downy curls. 

"Oh... Marty." She slid her hands along the tall woman's muscular thighs. "Could we try something?" she gently requested. 

"Anything you wish." 

"With the strap-on, I... um... want to stay in this position but do it sitting down. Do you understand?" 

Marty whispered hotly in her ear. "Yes, I do." She licked the outer edge of her ear causing Bri to groan. "Follow my lead, okay?" 

"Yes... anything." She felt her tall lover smile against her cheek. 

Marty quickly donned the toy and then gently pulled Bri back against her. She sat at the end of the bed with Bri standing directly before her facing away from her. "Hold your lips open for me darling, and sit on my lap. I'll hold you." 

Bri separated her slick wet folds with one hand, and reaching back with the other to brace herself on Marty's thigh, she sat down and the cock easily slid in. "Oh... god." She felt a strong arm wrap around her waist, and instinctively she knew she was safe from falling over. 

Long fingers urged her to spread her legs further while the other hand continued to hold her. Her reddish gold curls were stroked, and one finger took purchase on her clit. Not knowing where to put her hands, she decided to place one over the arm wrapped around her waist, and the other on the hand at the front of her sex. 

"I got you baby." Marty commented, and then began to nip along the young woman's neck and shoulder. 

The balls of Bri's feet braced firmly on the carpeting as she slowly started to move her hips. "Oh... it feels... wonderful." After a few strokes, hips began to ground at a faster pace. "Fuck yes." 

Marty fondled the bundle of nerves in rhythm to her love's movements. The feeling of bodies pressed tightly against one another sent her reeling along with the friction of Bri's skin upon her nipples. 

Soon the room was filled with Bri's peals of ecstasy as she ground herself harder on Marty's cock. Her body jerked forward as her orgasm crashed over her, and Marty held her firmly in place. As she rode out the waves, she felt herself being laid down onto her side. 

Bri turned around to face the woman she adored. She smiled, kissed her love, and snuggled into the crook of her neck with a leg draped over her hip. 

"I have a question." She said softly. 

"Hmm, what is it?" Marty responded equally as soft. 

"Do you like... um... with the dildo. Do you ever want..." 

Marty smiled knowing what the small woman was trying to say. "You want to make love to me with the strap on? You want to feel what it's like to thrust into me?" 

Sea green eyes looked into ocean blue then sheepishly nodded. "But only if you'd like to..." 

She unbuckled the straps and handed the toy to Bri along with a new condom and lube. "Do you want me to help you put it on?" 

The strawberry blonde nodded. 

Marty then lied back but first shoved a pillow under her ass to give her love better leverage. 

Bri knelt between Marty's raised knees and pressed the tip of the cock at her opening. With a thumb, she circled the sensitive nub for a minute making Marty groan in pleasure. 

"Go ahead baby." 

She pushed forward and watched the cock disappear inside her lover. She felt a sense of power and an instant desire to make Marty come. Hips pushed and pulled a few more times before she leaned over and captured an erect nipple in her mouth. 




Misgivings



"God... yeah." Large hands found their way to grasp firm ass cheeks. She pulled the young blonde in further with each thrust. 

"Oh Marty, it feels so good to do this." 

"Ahhh." The tall woman cried out at hearing Bri's confession. The melodious tones of her love's voice during sex never failed to make her shiver in delight. "Don't... stop." 

"I love you Marty." With one last thrust the strawberry blonde sent her lover over the edge. She sighed with content at how wonderful it felt to take her lover in such a manner.

After a moment, she pulled out, unbuckled the apparatus and tossed it at the end of the bed. Turning on their side, she curled up in Marty's arms, and brushed her fingers with feather like strokes on the tall woman's back. 

"Thank you Love." Bri whispered. 

"Mmm." Was all Marty managed to say. 

They fell asleep, exhausted in their lovemaking and with the day's tense events. 

************ 

A blue eye popped open and then a second. Hands searched around for the warm body that she was missing. Marty rolled over to find the strawberry blonde sitting at the small table near the window. She got up, donned her boxers, and headed over to the other side of the room to take care of bathroom business. 

Bri stared out the window at the clear blue morning sky. Suddenly she felt a hand brush her blonde hair to the side and soft lips plant a kiss on the back of her neck. A second kiss was felt at the side of her neck, and then a third was placed on her cheek. 

"Morning. Is everything alright?" Marty asked gently. 

"I called my mom this morning to wish her and Tara a Happy Thanksgiving. She told me Dad's arm is fractured. He's fine. He just has to wear a cast for six weeks." 

Marty stiffened. When in a struggle, she didn't know her own strength and sometimes it got out of hand. "I'm sorry." 

She turned around and said, "It's okay. I'm not mad at you. I'm still mad at him." 

"Do you want to head out today?" 

"Well, mom asked us to stop by to say bye. She says she has stuff to give me. And she wants to apologize to you." 

"Okay..." Marty commented as she ran a hand through her black short hair cut. "Do you want to stop by later?" 

"Yeah. But let's go get some breakfast."

"Sure." 

************* 

The two women used the kitchen entrance into the house. 

"Bri, thanks for coming." She hugged her daughter then looked at the tall woman. "Marty, I'm sorry for my husband's behavior yesterday." She clasped the offered hand with her palms. "Please have a seat you two. Now I have a care package for you Bri. I figured I'll just send it with you instead of putting it in the mail later." 

"Mom, you didn't have to." 

"I know dear, but you know I love giving you such things." 

Suddenly Tara burst through the swinging door from the living room. Wide eyed and frightened, she said, "Bri, you better go." 

"Tara, what's wrong?" 

"Yes, Tara, you look as if you've seen the devil himself." Mrs. Langan added. 

Looking at each woman, her gaze returned to Bri. "Peter is here." 

"What?! How? Why?" She looked to her mother. "Did you know he was coming?" 

"No, dear. Your father didn't say anything to me." 

"I don't believe this." She got up and started toward the living room. 

"Bri, why don't you just leave?" Tara asked. 

"Because I refuse to run in fear anymore." Looking over at stormy blue eyes, she said, "I'll be right back." She entered the room with Tara and her mother following. 

The two men laughed and toasted with their beer bottles in hand. 

"What is the meaning of this?" Bri declared. 

"Ah, Brianna. Have you finally come to your senses and left your lesbian friend?" Her father commented sarcastically. "Come over here and say hi to Peter. I invited him to celebrate the holiday with us." 

"How could you? We're not seeing each other. We broke up long ago." 

"But Bri, I figured you two just had your differences. You know, little arguments here and there are no big deal." 

"NO Dad. I broke up with him because I don't love him, and I realized I could never love him. And you want to know something else? After I told him, he beat me and raped me." 

Silence quickly fell like a thick cloud. 

Mr. Langan looked at his daughter with furrowed brows and then at Peter and back at her again. "What? You told me that incident happened while on one of your weekend trips to Atlantic City." 

"Well, I didn't have the courage back then to say who it was, but now I do. He is the one who did it, and it was Peter who later tried to get his friends to gang rape me in the library parking lot. But that time I got lucky because the campus security scared them away." 

Furious brown eyes stared menacingly at the shaggy blonde haired man standing there with his mouth open. "You raped...my daughter?" He vehemently whispered. 

Peter slowly backed up and said, "Now Mr. Langan, hear me out." 

With instant rage upon hearing that his baby girl was hurt by someone he trusted, Bob threw his beer bottle at him. "You beat her? And then tried to get your friends to follow?" His voice began to rise. "What kind of man are you?" He advanced towards Peter and pushed him into the hall. Grabbing his baseball bat, sitting near the closet door, he yelled. "You fucking little shit. I brought you into my home and treated you like a son. And this is what you do? I'll kill you." He raised the bat, but all of a sudden an iron like grip caught his wrist. 

Marty leaned in from behind him and said, "He is not worth you going to prison. You have a family to protect and provide for." 

Peter quickly unlocked the door behind him and ran out. Marty spun him around and removed the bat from Bob's hand. Blue eyes looked deeply into hazel brown. 

He was enraged and felt defeated at the same time. Mr. Langan hung his head down like a scolded puppy. "Bri, honey," he said softly. "You used to tell me everything when you were little." 

She approached him and with a hand on his shoulder, she responded. "Daddy, I grew up. And you became so enamored with Peter that what I thought or how I felt was no longer relevant." 

The remark stabbed him hard. "I'm sorry." He hugged her then said, "I want you to press charges." 

"No. I don't want to. I just want to leave it all in the past. It's over and I have a new life now." She reached out for Marty who encircled her waist with solid arms. 

He looked between the two women and a tear spilled down his cheek. "I've made some serious mistakes. Bri I'm sorry I wasn't there for you to listen and love you when that incident happened. And I'm sorry for being such a fool as to not see how much love is evident between you two. Marty, you've bested me twice now. Where the hell did you get your muscles?" 

"From buffing the floors." She responded with a smile, which lightened the mood in the room. 

"Please stay and celebrate the day with us." 

"Thank you Mr. Langan." 

"Please call me Bob." 

She nodded. "Okay." 

"Bri? Will you forgive me and stay the weekend with your old man?" 

She hugged him and said, "Yes." 

********** 

Everyone in the family lounged in the living room after consuming a huge meal of Thanksgiving turkey with all of the fixings, including a cran-apple pie, sweet potato pie, and Brianna's favorite --- French silk. 

"Ugh, I think I'm going to explode." Tara commented as she leaned back in the Lazy Boy chair. 

"The food was fantastic. And I think those pies are going to be the death of me." Marty added in. 

"Tell me Marty," Bob spoke out as he got comfortable in his favorite chair, "what are your hobbies or interests? Aside from my daughter." He smiled. 

"Well, I... enjoy fixing motorcycles in my free time." 

"Really? And why haven't you tried owning your own shop or working as a mechanic?" 

"Bob, leave her alone already." Mrs. Langan called out as she took a seat in her rocker. 

"What? I'm asking nicely. I'm just interested. I'm trying to get to know her." 

Bri whispered something in Marty's ear and received a nod in return. "Daddy, Marty just inherited a fancy seafood restaurant, and she has recently been declared a genius. There are several computer companies, including Hewlett Packard and Microsoft, who want to hire her immediately." 

"Is that so?" 

Marty nodded. 

"Well I'll be damned. I certainly misjudged you." 

"I won't continue to be a janitor. Now with the restaurant and my degree, I plan to have a motorcycle repair shop." 

The young blonde beamed with a smile at her lover's news. "That's great. I'm so glad you can now do something you enjoy." 

Marty returned a half a grin to her. 

"Well it sure sounds fantastic. And believe it or not, I'm really beat suddenly. My arm is hurting terribly again. So, I will head off to bed. Good night everyone." Bob said and walked off. 

*********** 

The long figure lay peacefully on the bed. 

The small blonde crawled under the covers and wrapped herself around the other body. "I wish we were at the hotel." 

Marty smiled. "Why?" 

In a low hushed voice she responded. "Because I want you to fuck me." 

A moan rumbled from Marty's chest. "B-r-i... be nice." 

She giggled from her perch on her lover's shoulder. "Okay, let's get some sleep. But you owe me a night of intense fucking when we get back." 

Marty kissed the golden crown of her head. "I will most definitely have you begging." 

Bri squeezed her and drifted off with thoughts of Marty's naked form sliding against her. 

********* 

A body shivered uncontrollably. The temperature in the room dropped over 40 degrees in the course of the night. 

Marty reluctantly opened blue eyes in the dark. The moonlight shined past the curtains and onto the hunter green and white polar bear comforter. She looked around trying to figure out why the room was freezing. Reaching out to turn on the lamp, her arm just about caught frostbite from the chilled air. Her breath was visible now in the light. She felt the shivering again against her side. Pulling the covers back a bit revealed a blonde crown. "Bri, does your family normally turn the heat off at night?" 

"No. But I know my ass is frozen. There must be something wrong with the furnace." 

"Let's go check things out and see if everyone else is okay." Marty sat up and grabbed her jeans. 

They headed down the stairs fully dressed. 

"Wait, I'm getting my coat before I catch pneumonia. Damn, it feels like someone left all the doors and windows open." She returned with her coat all zipped up and a hat over her head. Handing Marty her pea coat, she said, "Here, I don't want you getting sick on me." 

A clinking sound was heard below them. They looked at each other and then the sound was heard again. 

"The basement stairs are in the hallway near the foyer." Bri stated. 

Reaching the bottom they saw Bob working with great difficulty with his one good arm as he tried to remove the front panel of the furnace. 

He slipped a bit and pinched his fingers. "Goddamn it." 

"Let me give you a hand Bob." Marty chimed in. 

Turning around, he caught sight of the two and chuckled. "Alright, seeing how I only have one arm that is useful. I can sure use your help." 

"I'll go upstairs and check on the others. You two have fun." Bri said as she disappeared up the staircase. 

************* 

Thirty minutes later, two tall figures walked into the noisy kitchen, attracted by the smell of coffee and other foods. 

Tara and Bri bantered back and forth as they set the table. 

"No she won't." 

"Yes, she will." 

"I don't believe it." 

"I'll prove it to you." 

"Okay, then do it now since she just walked in." Tara said with a smirk and arms crossed in front of her chest. 

Bri froze a moment, not realizing her lover walked in. She turned a shade of scarlet, embarrassed now for her foolish arguing. Mustering up her courage, she stepped up to Marty and whispered, "I want a good morning kiss." 

Dark eyebrows rose up her forehead. "You mean here, in front of your family? Do you think that's a good idea, given what happened yesterday?" 

Green eyes pleaded with her lover. "We were arguing that you would never display affection in front of them. And I told them you would if you knew they were fine with it." 

"And are they fine with it? What about your dad?" She whispered in return. 

"Please Marty?" 

She looked around and noticed the big grins on the other's faces as they watched her. Deciding it's okay; she hooked a finger under Bri's chin and lowered her lips. The kiss intensified as tongues caressed one another and Bri slightly moaned enough for Marty to hear. 

"Damn do you see that Bob, you haven't kissed me like that in years?" commented Mrs. Langan. 

He turned toward her with a smile and said, "Well then, I guess I better start making up for lost time." Grabbing her by the waist, he slightly dipped her and planted a passionate kiss on her. 

Marty and Bri looked at husband and wife with toothy grins. 

"Okay, enough with all the kissing around here." Tara announced. "Let's eat before the food gets cold." 

************* 

The young blonde gazed at the sun's rays melting the snow that was left on the ground. She was glad to be back at school, but not glad about the letter she received earlier. She exited the taxi after giving the driver a generous tip, and walked around to the back of the house where all of the construction noise was coming from. Turning the corner and into the yard she spotted her lover looking over some of the blueprints with the architect. 

Marty looked up from the paperwork when she sensed the presence of her love. She gave her a wink and a smile as Brianna took a seat on the porch stairs. 

The burly architect pointed to his watch then gestured behind him to the area above of what used to be the garage. 

Marty nodded and walked off. 

"Hi Stud." Bri said as Marty approached. 

"Hi Beautiful." She took the small hand and said, "Let's go inside. They're getting ready to call it a day so I'm not needed." 

Once inside closed doors, Marty swooped her up for a passionate kiss. 

"I've got some unpleasant news today." Brianna stated. 

"What is it?" 

"Let's sit down." She dug through her backpack and pulled out a letter. "I received this letter from the Dean's office. I didn't get the grant I applied for. They said they didn't have the funds to cover another student." 

Marty glanced at the letter, and said, "I'm sorry sweetie." 

"I'm going to look for another part-time job to hopefully cover the expenses of next semester. That means we won't be seeing much of each other. I don't even know when I'll have time to study, but I've got to do something. I don't want to go back home." 

Marty gently grabbed her hands. "Okay, don't worry." She pondered the thoughts running through her mind. "Bri how about you move in with me?" 

"Huh?" Bri questioned. 

"Would you like to live with me? You know I would love to have you here. And it'll definitely cut back with on campus living expenses." 

"Well, that would be wonderful." She hugged her lover fiercely about the neck. "Oh, sweetie, thank you so much."

"Anything for you." Marty commented. She pulled back and took the young blonde's smaller hand in hers. "Bri, remember when you said how happy you were that I was finally going to do something I liked?" 

"Yeah." 

"Well, I was wondering why you continue to major in computers when you hate it. I know that you love your writing classes more, so why haven't you changed?" 

She looked down at her hands contemplating how best to give her answer. "Because dad wanted me to be financially secure and have a promising future. Writing is not one of those secure jobs in his opinion." 

Marty entwined her fingers with that of her lover's. "I have the restaurant. I have several stocks. And I'm going to have the shop opened in a couple of weeks. There is more than enough financial security around for six of us." 

"No, I cannot take your money." 

"You're not taking anything. All I'm asking is that you follow your heart's desire for a career. I will be there to help you in anything you want." 

Tears welled up in sea green eyes as she tried to assess all that's been said. 

"What does your heart want to do Bri?" 

"I've... always wanted to be a chef, and write my own cookbooks." 

"That's awesome. So why not? You can still change your major and start attending cooking classes at the NYC Cooking School for Professional Chefs. You can even work at the restaurant." 

"Really?" 

Marty smiled and nodded. 

She hugged her again. "That would be the best. Thank you. Thank you so much." 

"Let's go celebrate with dinner at the Cove." 

"Marty, I love you." 

"I love you too Sweetie." 

**************** 

Brown cardboard boxes littered the living room floor. Several were stacked on top of each other and a rack of clothes was lying on the couch. 

"Is this everything?" Marty asked as she set down what she hoped to be the last box. She wiped at her brow and wondered where the hell all of this stuff fit when Bri lived in the dorms. 

"Yep, that should be the last of it." Bri handed her an ice cold bottle of beer. "Thanks for helping with the move." 

"Sure. I have a surprise for you." 

"Oh yeah?" 

"Come upstairs." 

"Ooo, sounds kinky so far." 

Blue eyes regarded her with a lopsided grin. They entered the bedroom and Bri was surprised to see another chest of drawers and a vanity. 

"Marty, when did you get these?" 

"Do you like it? They just came in this morning. That's why I was running late in meeting you." 

"They're beautiful." 

"There's more." She opened the closet door and flipped the light on. "What do you think?" 

Bri looked in and couldn't believe all of the room. "You extended the closet? When did you have time for this?" 

"I worked on it whenever you weren't here. It was rather easy since there was just an empty space behind that wall. I moved all of my stuff to the right side. Everything else you can use." 

"This is terrific. I love it. Thank you." She kissed her endearingly. 

"Knock knock. It's us." 

The two turned to see Tiffany and Frank in the doorway. 

"The door downstairs was open. I hope you don't mind." 

"No, it's okay." Bri looked to the tall woman for confirmation. 

She nodded in agreement. 

"We want to help you unpack and get settled. Frank brought a case of beer and we thought we could order pizza or something." 

"Sounds good. Thanks." Marty commented. 

After they got everything settled in its place, the four of them sat in front of the television exhausted. Bellies were full and content. 

Frank said, "Ugh, I'm ready for bed. How about we get going?" 

"Sure. We'll let ourselves out. You two have a good night." 

"Thanks for your help." Bri said. 

The door closed behind them. 

Bri snuggled further into the crook of Marty's neck. "Are you really tired?" 

"No, I'm fine. Why?" 

"Cause... I want you." 

A dark eyebrow arched its way up her forehead. "Is that so?" 

The blonde head nodded from where it was resting. 

"Let's go take a shower." 

Bri stood under the spray allowing the warm hot water caress her face. 

Marty wrapped an arm around her waist from behind. With her free hand she held the bar of soap and slid it down to reddish gold curls, creating a lather at the immediate area then slipped the soap between slick folds. 

The young woman gasped at the action. She then felt the soap in hand reach around to her butt cheeks, moving in circular motions along her cheeks until they reached the crevice and slid in the length of her cleft. "God, I didn't know taking a shower could be so erotic." 

Marty smiled against her neck as she nibbled it. She then slid her soapy hands along firm full breasts and immediately felt her lover's nipples hardened against her palms.