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Falling For A Girl, Too Pt. 01

By: BenevolentDCC



I hope that this story finds you all well. The first Falling For A Girl is finished. It is not going to be easy to write this one. There will be more drama. Life changes as time passes. It has been 10 years since the girls were in college. Some things change for the better, while some things fall into disrepair. Please comment and vote, it is the life of the story. Also, I encourage you, contact me directly through my literotica page to discuss the series. Ask questions, voice concerns, or just shoot-the-shit (so to speak). I welcome it all. 

(*) denotes a new segment or chapter if you prefer to think of it that way. Enjoy.

-BenevolentDCC

*****

*Sands of Time

The wind rose out of nowhere on the frigid September morning. Small puffs of white signaled the exhales of the Lexington denizens as they bustled across intersections, racing against time to clock in for work. Women clamped their hands atop the hats and scarves, protecting the styled hair beneath. Men's business jackets flapped in the wind as their hard-soled shoes tapped a sharp cadence on the sidewalk. 

James Williams blended in to the masses, his hands were scorched by the fresh Starbucks coffee his boss had ordered; his face, stinging from the bitter winter air. 

"Hold the elevator!" He called out across the wide modern art-deco foyer of the Kronos business center. He made it just in time to slide his foot between the almost closed doors. He looked around at the emotionless faces, "thanks. Jerks." James said. "55." 

No one moved.

"Will someone press the goddamn 55 button?!" He lifted the coffee cups, signaling no free hands. "Jesus Christ!"

The button lit up and the small, overcrowded carriage began to move up.

James did not like heights. At all. Period. It bewildered him, almost daily, that he had become the secretary to one of the most powerful women in the business industry today. Most days he controlled his height anxiety, by recalling the history of his boss's rise to power. She was meteoric by al standards. The lighted numbers scrolled by as the elevator continued it's skyward journey.

Forbes magazine heralded her as the beginning of the end for corporate America. Her ideas were revolutionary. She had forced the modern world to evolve it's practice, both foreign and domestic.

Actively, the business she had created - Kronos - funded orphanages, homeless programs, disaster relief funds, and the development of new, more effective medicines to change the battlefield of modern medical practices. She accomplished all this at the age of 31 by establishing firm philanthropic standards when her communications business was only out of conceptualization. Oh! And she had established a stock portfolio which had, in the past 6 years, cut the national debt by 83%.

The elevator doors opened on the 55th floor and James stepped quickly from the box, rejoicing as the ventilated air blew a cooling breeze upon his face. At this height, the heat was unbearable. Maybe it was just his perception. 

"Look alive people. I'm heading up. We go live in fifteen minutes. She will be making her rounds at 8:15. Conference call at 8:45 sharp. Do NOT be late!" James didn't bother looking at the faces as he passed by, they had been through this ritual everyday for the past 3 years. If they fucked up today, he wouldn't be held responsible. 

He pressed open the stairwell doorway and climbed the last four flights of stairs to the Executive office. There was only one desk up here. Only one executive. This company would never go public. She demanded control in all aspects of the business.

There were no express elevators to the top. No floors between 55 and what would be 60. Instead, it had been her genius idea to build a buffer of floors between the employees and what she termed, "high value targets." It never failed to amaze him that she had planned for the possibility of a terroristic power-play. What did she think this was? Die Hard?

He pressed his back against the push-bar at the top of the stairs and took one last calming breath before forcing his way through. 

The Executive office was a massive amount of space for so little decoration. The walls were floor to ceiling glass affording an uninhibited view of the city. The desk was presidential in presence, unwieldy for the paltry amount of paperwork that actually passed across the unmarred cherry surface. Her back was to him as she considered the world around her thinking about . . . whatever executives of her stature think about. What did he know, he just fetched her coffee.

"Missus Miles." He spoke clearly, but not loudly. He waited for her acknowledgement. 

She swiveled her chair around to face him. Her dark silky hair was pulled back in a tight bun. She considered him through the lenses of her simple, black-framed spectacles. A smile danced in her eyes and bloomed magnificently on her lips. With the sunlight at her back, she may have been a goddess. Her caramel colored skin seemed to glow in the morning light. "This," she said softly, "is going to be a wonderful day." The word 'wonderful' came out like a purr. 

James forgot about the height. He forgot about the coffee scorching his hands in the bitter winter morning. He forgot about climbing four flights of stairs. Suddenly, there was no place he would rather be.

Too bad she is taken. He thought to himself as he looked menacingly at the wedding band on her hand.

"Is that for me?" Spencer asked, indicating one of the cups in his hands.

"Oh!" James moved to her desk and sat down the Venti White Chocolate and Hazelnut Cappuccino. "Yes, this is for you." He pulled the iPad from his messenger satchel and handed it over to his boss. "And here is the schedule for the day. The important meetings are in red. The secondary meetings, which we can press back until next week are green, and the meetings you will most likely cancel are in yellow."

"You know me soo well." Spencer replied. "But, no need to jump into things right now. Take a moment, drink some coffee, and relax. I know those stairs don't get any easier."

James loved his boss. Literally loved her. She could be ruthless if needed. Would not bat an eyelid to fight dirty if it meant she could accomplish a goal. But she was good to her employees, making sure they were well-paid, had plenty of support for the complex tasks she often assigned, and provided for their futures through company investment options. Since her company was estimated to be worth $500 Billion in private stock options, and since employees were able to purchase into those stock options, it was a good idea to stay on her good side. 

James sipped cautiously at his coffee while relaxing in a stylish, comfortable armchair. He considered what his boss's life must be like. He assumed she had a gorgeous husband who was evolved enough to handle the fact that his wife made astronomical figures on her pay stub. Someone tan with sun bleached hair. Probably well over six feet tall. Most likely comes from "old money." 

While James was lost in his thoughts about some hypothetical person, Spencer made use of her free time by texting her lover. At 5'9" with blonde hair and blue eyes, there was no one in the world (in Spencer's opinion) who could ever compete with Callie. The beautiful, feminine, absolutely squeeze-till-your-arms-hurt-and-you-become-one-giant-smile, knock-down-drag-out-undisputed-featherweight-goddess-of-the-cosmos, woman she loved with all her heart and soul.

"I always sleep so well next to you. -S"

Her phone vibrated.

"D'awwww! That's so sweet. I really miss the nights when we didn't sleep though. Can't wait to see you. Till then, I had better start educating the future generations of the world! Love you more -C"

"I'll make it up to you." Spencer replied. "I promise."

Spencer smile faltered. Callie had made it clear that something was missing. She missed the intimate times. She missed the connection. Spencer knew that her work was taking too much time, but she couldn't bring herself to loosen her hold. She hoped Callie would understand. Some days, Callie was the only thing that could make Spencer's day turn around. She doubted that Callie knew how desperately Spencer needed her. She resolved to show her. Some day. She realized with a start that James had been speaking.

"Sorry, James. I was lost in thought." 

"It's okay. That's why you make the big bucks."

"Oh, no this was personal." Spencer replied.

"He must be quite the charmer." James replied.

"I could be broke and there wouldn't be anyone more blessed than I." Spencer replied. Though it annoyed her that James always referred to her spouse as a "he," Spencer really didn't think it was his (or anyone else's) business. She never corrected him because it didn't matter. "Well, let's get to it. This place doesn't run itself."

Spencer walked from the room, her black high-heels clicking sharply on the floor. James followed in her wake. 

The day flowed smoothly, as most days at Kronos flowed. Spencer maintained a firm grasp of the reigns of the company and possessed the uncanny ability to foresee problems. When the day ended, Spencer gathered her materials and left the building. Most days she was the first to show up and the last to leave. Today was no different. She locked the doors behind her and made her way home.

She kicked off her heels as she entered the Master bedroom of the lavish home she and Callie shared. After a quick shower she climbed into bed naked, naturally. Callie was awake, sitting on top of the comforter wearing a see-through nightie and matching stockings. Spencer loved the way she looked, but she was so tired from work.

"What's the occasion?" Spencer asked as she climbed into bed.

Callie twisted her hair around a finger. "Someone said they were going to make something up to me." Callie replied huskily. She crawled across the bed and kissed Spencer under the jaw. 

Spencer returned the kiss, but without the passion. She took Callie's hand in her own. "I know I said I would make it up to you, Sweetie, but I'm so tired tonight. Can we have a rain check?" Spencer asked quickly before a yawn overwhelmed her.

"Don't worry about it." Callie said. "I shouldn't have gotten my hopes up."

"Babe..." Spencer started.

"No. Really. It's my fault. I knew you would be tired."

"Soon? Ok?" Spencer replied over another yawn.

"Tomorrow night?" Callie asked quietly.

"Yes. We will have a date night. Just you and me."

Callie didn't reply. Spencer was already asleep.

*Hard To Resist

Callie woke up to Spencer getting dressed. Again. Every day she was up before the Sun getting ready for work. Each night she would climb into bed naked and sleep like the dead until morning. Over and over. Callie was grateful for all Spencer had accomplished for them in their lives, but things had begun to change.

She couldn't remember the last time they had actually made love. That was the major problem. Callie guessed she should count herself as lucky since there were bigger problems to be had, but this felt significant to her. She missed her lover. 

Spencer worked almost all the time. Callie spent most nights alone working on her lesson plans and thinking of new activities for the class. Well, after she and her friends went dancing at their favorite club she would work on her lesson plans. Samantha had been an unstoppable force in helping Callie relax. For the most part. Samantha was young, single, and hot. Callie found herself wanting to seduce the girl on more occasions than she could count. She was very tempting. And WOW could she dance!

The days when Spencer was off of work she still took business calls, scheduled appointments, and held conference calls. It required a lot of work to build an empire on your own and Spencer had accomplished great things. Callie couldn't hold that against her, but was it really too much to ask for a little affection? A little spark?

The most intimate action she had these days was thanks to a powerful massaging shower head and vivid memories from the past. Well, these were the things she acknowledge in her fantasies. If she were being truly honest with herself, she would acknowledge that Samantha had been popping up in her "play time" more and more. She shook her head. She would not start the day sexually frustrated and that's exactly where she would be if she let Samantha pop up now.

Callie climbed from the bed and reveled in the extra plush area rug leading to the bathroom. When she hit the tile she jumped from foot to foot, trying to acclimate to the cold stony substance against her skin. She peed, brushed her teeth, and took a nice hot shower. Michel Foucault, a philosopher, accurately summarized that, "that which we attempt to bar from our minds and society, that is what we bring to the forefront of our minds and society." 

Try as she may, Callie could not keep Samantha from coming to mind in the shower. She moved the shower head to a more pleasurable area and only returned to her cleansing ritual when she was satisfied. She felt guilty that it was thoughts of another woman which got her off, but she did not have time to dwell on this fact. She slipped in to her a fun dress - pink with white star bursts scattered across it (professional for 3rd grade) and white ballet flats. It was off to the races as she downed some of the coffee Spencer had made before leaving.

The school was a place of raw energy. Callie was glad she had chosen to work with children instead of adolescents. It was so much more fun to be working with little kids. They had, most of the time, fewer major disagreements with one another and they were still filled with the wonder of the world. Callie fed off the energy until a smile was plastered to her face. 

As she walked up to the building, she was oblivious to the world around her, until someone bumped in to her. She turned around with her hand out, ready to catch a rambunctious child before they fell to the ground. Instead, she wound up with her hand on the crotch of a female. She quickly pulled her hand back and started to make a hasty apology until a painfully familiar voice spoke. 

"Normally," Samantha spoke laughing, "people have to buy me dinner and six or seven drinks before they get an "all access pass." Samantha giggled at Callie's blush.

Callie licked her lips and straightened her back. "That was hardly an 'all access' pass. At best it was mosh pit!" She was all sass. 

"That is such a disgusting comparison!" Samantha swatted Callie's arm. "I'm going to get you back for that."

"So, what is on the menu today?" Callie asked as they walked.

"I heard there is going to be a special assembly today. The kids will love it. It's all about school spirit. My cheerleaders get to storm the floor for a few minutes. I'll be dancing too, naturally."

"Naturally." Callie agreed.

"Oh!" Samantha squealed. "I also pulled some strings and . . ." 

Callie could feel something coming.

"Since you helped with the choreography . . ."

Callie could feel her stomach clench.

"You get to dance on the floor with me!" Samantha jumped up and down. "Team Cheer!" 

"Wait." Callie stopped. "Some of those moves require some acrobatics. I'm in a dress!"

"Then everyone will get to see your panties!" Samantha said laughing. "Just playing! I happen to have an outfit in your size."

"No!"

Samantha nodded her head 'yes'.

"No!" Callie reiterated.

"Yes."

Callie rolled her eyes. It was hard to be mad at Samantha. She was just too cute for her own good. Of course, this meant that Callie was often being dragged into things that she didn't necessarily want to do. She gave in of course, because Samantha was sooo adorable. 

Samantha took Callie's hand in her own as they walked. It was a friendly gesture, but Callie felt her stomach somersault from the contact. It reminded her of being young and in love. She missed that feeling. Spencer flashed through her mind and she guiltily pulled away from Samantha. The younger girl did not notice. She did kind of resemble Spencer, though.

Samantha was 5'11" with long dreadlocks hanging down to the middle of her back. On someone else they might look out of place, but the exuberant young girl pulled them off with ease. Callie was captivated by her complexion. Most likely she was mixed, but it gave her an exotic look anyone else would kill for. She had a small stud piercing on the right side of her nose and large, innocent eyes. Callie thought about corrupting her and it made her shudder. With long legs, a flat stomach, a perfect bubble-butt, and 36C breasts Samantha left everyone drooling. Callie licked her lips. Samantha was oblivious, swinging her hips seductively from side-to-side as she walked.

They entered the gymnasium and were overpowered by the noise of hundreds of small bodies laughing, screaming, and simply enjoying a break from the normal routine. Callie smiled as she looked at all the happy kids. 

"You always do that." Samantha said.

"What?" Callie asked, still smiling.

"Whenever you see the kids, it's like they energize you. You get this, this, beautiful smile on your face. I don't think I ever see you happier than you are when you are around these kids."

"It's infectious." Callie replied. She didn't want to admit it, but the fact that Samantha noticed little things about her made her feel special, important. It had been so long since she felt that way. She had brought it up to Spencer several times, but since the company had taken off Spencer's interest in sex had disappeared. It left Callie feeling, unfulfilled to say the least. Spencer loved her, there was no doubt, but there is a world of difference between the love they shared and the love they once had. Callie felt that they were nothing but friends without the fire.

"You're infectious." Samantha replied, her smile spreading across her face.

"Whatever." Callie replied.

"Time to get ready. The cheerleaders will need our support." Samantha grabbed Callie's hand and dragged her to the locker room.

Twenty minutes later Callie stood in front of the entire school in an athletic jump suit which, she admitted begrudgingly, actually complimented her figure. She looked over at Samantha sparingly. The younger girl had opted for a cheer outfit of her own. White sneakers, skirt, spanks, and tight top. It was a miracle no one had a heart-attack. Callie found herself wanting to pull the skirt off her friend. She shook her head and re-focused on the task at hand.

They went through the innocent motions of the cheer. Most of the moves had been liberated from Hyuna's song "Bubble Pop." There were some moves that were not taken. It seemed to Callie that no matter how Samantha moved, it was way too sensual for a pep rally. She looked around, but no one else seemed to see what she saw. 

All-too-soon the cheer part of the rally was over and the principle took the stand. She spoke volumes of inspiration to the children about taking pride in their work, in their school, and in their community. She told them that every time they did something well, it bettered the world around them. Callie enjoyed the message but thought it a little too deep for such a young crowd. The kids were just happy being out of class.

Samantha forcefully cuddled up to Callie.

"I thought you were going to change?" Callie asked, trying not to stare at Samantha's lick-ably long legs. 

"I did, but one of the girls accidentally spilled nail polish on my pants. Couldn't go around in that so now I'm freezing in this!" 

"Poor thing." Callie said.

"Awwww." Samantha replied.

"I was talking about the girl. Nail polish can be hard to replace."

"Sooo mean!" Samantha giggled. "Now, give me your jacket or I'm going to have to climb in those pants with you!" 

Callie handed over the garment, but not before images of being wrapped up around Samantha filled her mind. The scent of Samantha's shampoo and hand lotion were a fruity bouquet Callie could taste on the air. "Resist temptation, resist temptation, resist temptation," Callie thought to herself.


Falling For A Girl, Too Pt. 01



*Someone Wicked

Spencer's phone was ringing off the hook. James was fielding calls from both his cell phones, firing emails as fast as he could type them, and feeding Spencer data for all their current business investments. "Someone had royally fucked up and when she found out who, they would be out on their ass so fast!" She focused her thoughts. 

"Tell them to check the account information once more. Get the banks on and freeze all transactions not bearing your signature."

"Mine?" James asked.

"Yes. I don't want to take a chance that they have forged my signature. Give them the authorization code, E.R.I.S. and send them your signature."

"What do we do about daily functioning?" James asked.

"Keep the building network online, but disconnect from the internet. Everything can be backed up locally and we will send out the necessary files when we get back online." Spencer fired back.

"Will do."

The calls had started at 7:30 that morning. First, the bank had called to say that an unusual flow of money was detected. Spencer had checked the accounts and found numerous small-dollar transactions. Then, the broker called saying that the portfolios for numerous philanthropic accounts had been locked, bearing Spencer's signature. This was followed by investors and customers alike, calling and emailing in about major difficulties in services. As a communications company, this was not to be allowed.

"Get GAIA on the line. I want the system shut-down and re-started with priorities to reject any changes or system alterations bearing my bio. All of them. Changes will come through you James." Spencer barked. She returned to the phone. "No sir, you need not worry. The system will be back up and running ASAP. We have our best minds on it."

James looked at her.

She hung up the phone. Pressing the call button on her phone she dialed the front desk. "Get the police on the line. We need computer forensic technicians and detectives here post haste. Press the lockdown controls. No one in or out until the police have concluded the investigation."

The guard was quiet for a moment. 

"Did you hear what I said?" Spencer asked.

"Er, yes, but, well," The guard stuttered.

"What is it?" Spencer yelled into the phone.

"Well, ma'am, we just received notification that we are not to allow any changes from you."

Spencer took a deep breath to yell at the man, before remembering that she had locked herself out. She handed the phone to James. "Give him the order." She said huffily. "And tell him to expect a bonus for following the rules even in the face of my direct order. He needn't worry."

James relayed the message.

Spencer turned to James. "Call out to Linda, tell her that we are not taking any more calls at the moment. We are devoting our full attention to the problem at hand. Tell her to reassure everyone that the system will be on lockdown, protecting them, while we work to resolve this minor difficulty.

"That's going to affect our stock."

"Stock is already being affected. Tell her."

The room went silent for the first time all morning. It was nearly lunch time. 

"What is this?" James asked.

"An attack." Spencer replied. "Someone is trying to bring us down. I can think of several reasons why, but I can't figure out why they are doing this now."

"Are you sure it's an attack?" James asked. "Couldn't it be a system malfunction."

"No." Spencer replied.

"How can you be so sure?"

"How many times has the system gone down?" Spencer asked. "This is an attack. Otherwise the people at GAIA would have seen it coming."

"What are we going to do?" James asked.

"We are going to get the system back up. Buff up our defenses even more. Then, we are going to find who did this."

"Then what?" James asked softly.

"Then we are going to destroy them."

James swallowed. He could tell from the look in Spencer's eyes that she was dead-set on revenge. She looked beautiful no matter what. With anger fueling her, she looked like a vengeful deity. He was instantly hard.

Spencer logged on to her personal computer. Everything seemed to be working fine until a series of flickering images rushed by. The screen blinked on and off a few times and then large red letters formed on her screen. They oozed from the background like blood.

"THE BITCH IS BACK!" The screen proclaimed before the computer shut off. Spencer knew, even though she tried, that the computer would not come back on.

*Raincheck, Again

"Any plans for the night?" Samantha asked over the phone.

"Yes. Spencer and I are supposed to have a 'date night'." Callie replied happily.

"That's awesome. You two are soo cute!" Samantha replied. "I wish I could meet Spencer."

"Yeah. I hear that a lot." Callie said. Her phone beeped. "Hold on one second. Spencer is beeping in." 

"Should I let you go?" Samantha asked.

"No. Just give me a minute." Callie switched lines. "Hello?"

"Hey, Love." Spencer said. Immediately Callie knew the date was over. "Something has come up at work. I can't make it tonight. I'm sorry."

"It's fine." Callie replied. "I had forgotten all about it. Busy day for me too."

"Oh. Well, I'll see you when I get home?"

"Yeah." Callie replied. "See you later, Babe." She switched lines again. "Date cancelled."

"Shit, Cal. I'm sorry."

"New plan." Callie said. "Take me out tonight. I want to have so much fun, I forget that I'm depressed."

"I can totally do that." Samantha replied. "Dress super sexy. We are going to have a time."

"See you in thirty." Callie hung up the phone and pulled out her sexiest outfit. She looked at the short skirt and resolved that she would not go to bed frustrated tonight. She clenched her teeth together and dressed.

The club was packed. Wall-to-wall with happy, dancing bodies. Some were grinding provocatively. Others were barely managing a two-step. Callie and Samantha were part of the former group.

Callie had opted for ankle boots, a short skirt slung low on her hips, and a white button down shirt tired below her breasts. She showed a little cleavage, the perfect lay of her stomach, and a mouthwatering amount of leg.

Samantha had not disappointed. She wore boots that came up to her knees and lace stockings that extended up to her thighs. Her skirt was an odd cut which got longer as it moved to the right. On her left, however, it barely kept her panties out of sight. She wore a top that clung to her breasts, but split at her stomach hanging loosely as she moved. She let her dreads bounce playfully as she danced. 

They had started the night with a few drinks and some free-spirited dancing. As the night progressed, they moved from free-spirited dancing to full on grinding with one another. When they finally sat down, Callie's feet hurt and she was terribly horny.

"All of these guys were checking you out!" Samantha called over the loud thump of the music.

"Whatever! You are the one they were drooling over." Callie replied.

"As if!" Samantha shot back. "They were totally in to you. Might have to give them a pink slip."

"Gross!" Callie replied laughing. "I still say they want to be your teacher's pet." Callie stuck her tongue out.

"They wish." Samantha replied. "I've always found sex to be, well, overrated."

"What?!" Callie asked. "Seriously?!"

"Don't get me wrong. It's a nice activity if there is nothing on tv, but it's a lot of work for not very much."

"You must have had some bad sex."

"I think they were ok. It just never really did much for me." 

Having to scream over the music was getting old. "I'm ready to get out of here." Callie announced.

"Yeah?" Samantha asked.

"It's so loud." 

"Going home on me already."

"With." Callie replied.

"What?" Samantha asked.

"Going home WITH you." Callie responded. "I'll just be angry if I go home by myself."

"Well, I'm the luckiest guy here." Samantha replied.

"Luckier." Callie replied. "I wouldn't go home with any guy here."

"What? There's some cute ones!" Samantha replied.

Callie shook her head smiling. "Come on. We can talk more when we don't have to scream over music."

"So, you really don't like sex?" Callie asked. They had taxi'd their way to Samantha's home. It was a small house, warm, filled with bright colors. It was the home version of Samantha.

They sat on the couch. Both beneath blankets because their toes were cold. 

"It's okay. It feels good. But I never get that feeling."

"What? You never orgasm?"

"I think I have, but I'm not sure."

"If you have to think, you haven't." Callie replied.

"Oh, like you know so much!" Samantha replied, smacking at Callie.

"I know how it should be." Callie replied. "I know what I have felt."

"Oh?!" Samantha asked, tilting her head speculatively. "Are you going to share with the class?"

"Sex is not what everyone thinks it is. It's not just about penetration and ejaculation. There is so much more."

Samantha sat up. This is not where she thought the conversation would go. She certainly didn't expect the tingle to creep up on her. She had never really felt an attraction to a woman, but around Callie, she had little control over how her body reacted.

"Sex is about a moment, about a connection. It is about doing what you want and having what you want done to you. It is about acceptance, love, and passion. Enthusiasm."

"Enthusiasm?" Samantha asked huskily.

"Oh! Enthusiasm without a doubt. When your lover is enthusiastic there is nothing in the world that can pull you apart before you are both thoroughly satisfied and utterly exhausted."

"But how do you know?" Samantha asked.

Callie could tell from the look in Samantha's eyes that the girl was getting aroused. It was now or never. She took a breath and spoke.

"It starts with a kiss. The gentle pressing of two pairs of soft lips against one another. An insistent urge flows through you, the desire for more. You try to hold back but the tingle building in the base of your spine has you shivering with anticipation. Your breath comes in shallows gasps as a nervous but excited fear flows through you. A second kiss. A third. A fourth. Soon, you are kissing longer. Your hands roaming each other's bodies. You want to feel it all, remember it all. You want them to become part of you. Your breathing in their breath as your body struggles to get closer to her."

"Her." Samantha asked, raising her eyebrow speculatively.

"Or him." Callie replied. "In my case, it is definitely 'her'."

"Oh. I thought Spencer was a guy." Samantha took her lower lip between her teeth.

"You don't remember how it happens, but clothes start falling off. The caress of the fabric like a lover's touch on your skin. You shudder as her lips find that newly revealed flesh. She kisses first, but then her teeth are on you. You don't think there will be a mark, but you just don't care anymore. Leave marks if you want to love! Make me remember, make me scream." Callie opened her eyes, realizing she had gotten a little wrapped up in her own story. 

Samantha exhaled slowly, her body moving as if cold chills raced over her skin.

Callie squeezed her thighs together. She fidgeted with her hands trying desperately to keep them out of her pants. She could see Samantha was having trouble too.

"What happens next?" Samantha asked shyly.

"Next, you're in your underwear. You can feel your nipples getting hard behind your bra, the soft fabric suddenly coarse against the tender nubs. Maybe you know the feeling?" Callie asked, rubbing her thighs together.

Samantha nodded, breathing in slowly.

"You can feel your juices flowing. A dark spot has no doubt formed in your panties. You can smell your own scent on the air and you blush, hoping that she can't smell you. You feel a little embarrassed by the scent, how obvious it must be to her. But she can smell you. The scent makes her mouth water. She wants it. She wants to taste it straight from the source." Callie stared at Samantha. Primal hunger filling her eyes. The tension was heavy, electric in the air.

Samantha's hands had crept between her thighs. She hoped she wasn't as obvious as she felt. The tips of her fingers teased her panties. She could feel the wetness soaking through the thin cotton.

"That dark spot becomes the center of her interest. You can see her looking at it. She licks her lips meeting your eyes. You blush deeper because you know she wants it. For the first time, you imagine her between your legs. Your breath speeds up. You didn't know you could want something so bad, but the sight of her wet, pink tongue touching her lips makes you shiver."

Samantha drew her hand hard against her panties, a soft moan escaping her lips. Her eyes shoot open and she stares at Callie. Her face blooms a deep red, her eyes shift to the floor.

"I-I-I..."

"Shhhhhh." Callie whispers. "It's ok. I promise."

"I don't know why I did that. I'm so embarrassed." Samantha started to stand.

"No, no, no. Sit down, Sweetie." Callie moved her own seat sit beside Samantha. "I know why you were doing it. I know when you started doing it."

Samantha's eyes opened wider.

"Don't be embarrassed. I want you to enjoy my story. I want you to do . . . whatever feels good, while I finish my story." Callie leaned in close and whispered in Samantha's ear. "Can you do that for me?"

Samantha nodded. 

"But none of that over-the-panties stuff. If you're going to do it, do it right." Callie chided.

Samantha nodded once more.

"A gentle hand on your shoulder pushes you to the bed. You've never done this before, but everything feels so right. You realize as she kisses you deeply, her tongue dancing with yours, that this is sex. How can something be soo dirty that someone can write a sermon about it, while feeling so wonderful?" 

"You lift your hips as she pulls on the waistband of your panties. She lifts them to her face, slowly. Very slowly. Her eyes never leave yours as she breathes your scent in. Normally you would be embarrassed, you feel that you should be embarrassed. You should feel self-conscious, but all you feel is . . . hot. Scorching. Burning from the inside out, hot! This is the moment when you realize that she could do anything to you and it would leave you begging for more. God, how you want it!"

Callie smiled as the soft squelch of Samantha's fingers pressing in to her soft, wet opening, filled the quiet room. "Good girl." Callie purred. Samantha lay her head on Callie's shoulder, her hand moving slowly, but steadily. Callie stroked Samantha's hair as she renewed her tale.

"She lowers the soaking material, dropping it to the floor as her eyes travel the expanse of your body. It amazes you that with one look she can make you feel alluring. She makes you feel like you are the embodiment of allure. Sex incarnate. She lowers her head. Your clench your toes. Your nerves dance with electricity as the anticipation of what is to come builds beyond your wildest dreams. Your breath comes in great draws, like you have been running for miles. And then, it happens."

Samantha's eyes were on Callie's mouth. She watched intently as Callie spoke. Her fingers moved faster within herself, but she fought off her orgasm. She could feel the flood building within her, but she wanted to last through as much of the story as possible. She needed to last. She could feel her juices flowing down her fingers and her scent hung heavy in the air. 

Callie closed her eyes and inhaled through her nose. Samantha smelled, heavenly. Her scent was heavy and heady, stimulating all of Callie's senses. Samantha smelled, just as a beautiful, sexy, lust-inducing girl of 26 should smell. Callie purred in her throat.

"Don't stop, Sweetie." 

"You-" Samantha shuddered softly, "d-d-don't stop, either."

"I wouldn't dream of it." Callie whispered huskily. "Now, where was I?" She tapped her chin thoughtfully.

"The first," Samantha's breath shuddered in her throat, "lick."

"Mmmmmmmmmm." Callie's moan almost caused Samantha to fall over the edge. "The first lick. Almost like it never happened. You were so focused on what it would feel like that it takes a moment before you feel the soft, velvety fluttering of her eager, enthusiastic tongue as it brushes against your clit." Samantha's free hand grasped Callie's arm as her orgasm threatened to take her once more. She held it off.

"She starts slowly. Soft, slow strokes of her tongue. You can't think of anything at this point because of the sensation. She savors your flavor, savors drinking it from your most delicate and beautiful flower, but all you know is the feeling. The feeling of Heaven on the edge of a razor. The thought that at any moment you could topple one way or the other. Somehow, this goddess has reduced you to a mass of wriggling nerves." Callie turned to watch Samantha as she continued to move.

"She licks up, slowly. You toss to the right, your legs kicking as your toes clench. She licks down, just as slow. You toss to the left, struggling to hide your moan behind your hand. You can hear your blood racing in your ears. You can feel heat coursing through your body. Pleasure fills your mind and you know, know beyond a shadow of a doubt, that this woman, this moment will be with you until you die." Samantha began to move faster, the sounds from her slit forming the perfect soundtrack to the story. Callie put her hands in Samantha's hair.

"Don't cum until I tell you!" Callie commands.

The order makes Samantha want to cum all-the-more, but she fights against it. She looks at Callie, desperation showing clearly on her face, while her fingers continue to push faster within her. She nodded her head.

"It is terrifying because of how amazing it is. Soon you grab handfuls of her hair," Callie clenched her hands in Samantha's hair, roughly pulling, "guiding her where you want her. Where you NEED her. Oh! Fuck! Oh, God! If she will just hit that spot once more you will fall over the edge. Please! Yes! Yes! NO!" Callie pulls back and levels her eyes with Samantha's. "She has caught on to your game and she only teases the spot you want, never enough to give you release. You hold her by the hair, but she is in control now."

"Please!" Samantha whimpered. 

"Don't cum!" Callie orders. "Don't you dare! Not until I say. You better not cum!" She knows her commands, her stern voice, are just adding fuel to the fire. She is impressed that Samantha has not cum so far.

Samantha groaned, but nodded her head once more.

"You lock your legs around her. You beg. You scream. Her name pours from your throat in a verbal ejaculation. You can feel her movements in your stomach, in your muscles. Then."

Samantha stopped moving, captivated by Callie's story.

"Then," Samantha began moving once more as the story continued. "A new sensation fills you. Her fingers. She has moved her hand to your slit. But, no. No! She wouldn't! No one would be that devious. No one would be that teasing. You just keep on thinking that, even as her fingers slide deep inside you. Her tongue dancing on and around your clit, her fingers pumping in and out of you. There is no fight anymore. You are on a crash course. You thought you would feel it coming, but suddenly that wall is there, that wave, and . . . "

"Don't stop. Don't stop. Don't stop, Callie." Samantha moaned, her fingers a blur between her spread legs. 

"it crashes down." Callie says before quickly sliding one of her own fingers deep inside of Samantha's slit. The younger girl never had a chance.

The feeling of Callie's finger sliding in to her caused Samantha to explode. She had never heard of squirting. Hell, she had only ever had tiny orgasms. This was an earthquake. This was a meteor. This was a 'world-ender'. She gushed, hard. Spray after spray splashing to the floor. Callie pumped her finger in tandem with Samantha's, her story flying from her lips over the sound of Samantha's orgasm.




Falling For A Girl, Too Pt. 01



"Good girl! It crashes down, just like that. Surrounding you. Consuming you. Making you light up brighter than the sun." Callie worked her fingers harder until Samantha drew her legs up, drawing her breath in as her body became too sensitive. Callie waited until Samantha opened her eyes. Slowly she lifted her dripping wet fingers to her mouth. Samantha watched, not even breathing, as Callie licked the digit clean. "MMMmmmmmm." Callie moaned. "You taste good!"

"Is it really that good?" Samantha asked.

"Sweetheart," Callie said, "that is only the beginning." She sucked her finger between her lips and winked at Samantha.

"Oh, God!" Samantha replied.

"Then comes the real fun." Callie stood up and grabbed Samantha's hand. "Where is your bed?"

They walked to the back room. Samantha's fingers were wet in Callie's hand. Her heart hammered in her chest. This was going somewhere wonderful and unexpected. Terrifying and exhilarating. She let herself be pressed down on the bed. 

"Roll over." Callie told her.

Samantha rolled over on her stomach. 

Callie lay down on top of Samantha. "Now, she has you. Now, you want her to have you. Don't you?"

Samantha nodded. Her hands clenched at the blanket beneath her. 

Callie swept Samantha's hair out of the way and bit her sharply on the back of the neck. "You know that she wants you and you can feel your body responding. Now is your last chance to say no."

Samantha took a deep breath. She could feel her blush burning her cheeks. She arched her back into Callie, pressing her bottom against Callie's body.

"Mmmm." Callie purred. She slid her hand slowly down Samantha's body until it rested on her ass. She bit wildly at Samantha's neck as she rubbed small circles on the girl. In between bites, she whispered seductively. "I'm going to take you. I'm going to taste you. I'm going to make you scream my name. Do you want that?"

"Yes." Samantha responded at once. 

Callie hissed hotly in her ear as she slid her fingers deep into Samantha's dripping slit. She could feel the slightest tickle of hair against her hand. Apparently Samantha trimmed.

She pressed her fingers in further enjoying the way Samantha rocked her hips. Callie was wrapped up in the animal moment until the world spun around her as Samantha rolled on top of Callie. 

"Your turn." Samantha exclaimed breathily. 

"Bring it on!" Callie shot back.

Samantha smiled. Her eyes sparkling mischievously. The brown color looked spectacular to Callie.

"What?" Callie asked.

"Wait right here!" Samantha hopped from the bed, her butt bouncy perfectly as she ran to her closet. When Samantha returned she had five scarves in her hands. 

"And what are those for?" Callie asked.

"You." Samantha replied.

"And why would I just let you used them on me."

Samantha's eyes darkened seductively. "Let me or not. They'll be used on you."

Callie shivered from the heat of her words. She held out one of her wrists. "Do I get points for going easily."

"Couldn't hurt." Samantha replied. Samantha made quick work of tying each of Callie's extremities to the posts of the bed. The last scarf she tied over Callie's eyes. 

"Oh! No fair!" Callie complained.

"I didn't say it would be fair." Samantha replied. "I do owe you for your mosh pit comment."

Callie giggled.

"Since you can't see, I'll have to tell you what's going on." Samantha moaned. "I'm slowly removing my shirt, it feels so good to let it fall from my skin."

Callie gulped.

"Now, my bra is undone. Mmmmm, so much better."

"Whatever." Callie said breathlessly. "You probably haven't taken anything off."

Samantha lowered until one of her nipples slid across Callie's stomach.

"Oh!" Callie replied.

"Now, my skirt is off. Mmmm. I can feel the cool air on my soaking wet pussy." Samantha dipped her finger back into her pussy. "And if you don't believe that," Samantha pushed her finger into Callie's mouth, "taste."

Callie groaned at the flavor. It was perfection.

"I'm going to leave my stockings on because I know you like them. I saw you staring. Naughty, naughty." Samantha made a tisk-tisk sound. "I may have to make you wait since you were so checking me out!" Samantha laughed.

Callie could feel her juices building within her. It was only a matter of time before a river began to flow from her. She couldn't wait. Callie could feel Samantha's fingers on her panties. She bucked her hips as the other girl shredded the crotch of her panties. 

"Fuck." Callie said, twitching forcefully. "That's hot."

Samantha slurped her fingers loudly. "Mmmmm. I got some of your juice on me. Now I want more."

Callie bucked her hips. "Take it then."

Samantha did not respond. She slowly unbuttoned Callie's shirt, pulling her bra down until it forced Callie's breasts up. "I liked to take my time." 

Callie groaned as two soft lips wrapped around one of her nipples. "You taste so sweet. It's going to be difficult to take my time, but I want to enjoy this as much as possible.

"I've known you for two years. From the moment I set eyes on you, I have been attracted to you." Samantha said. "I didn't want to admit it because I have never felt that way, but there is a pull about you. Something irresistible."

Callie groaned as Samantha pulled her nipples lightly. 

"Now I have you and I am going to drink you in." 

"Fuck me." Callie whispered.

"I plan to. I plan to feel you cum all over me." Samantha purred. "But first." Samantha slowly slid two fingers between Callie's velvet lips. "First I'm going to fill you up."

Callie groaned as her lips were parted. The gentle insistent pressure of Samantha's fingers pierced her and her juices flowed free.

"Damn girl." Samantha hissed. "You are like a ripe fruit. So juicy on the inside." She dropped her head between Callie's legs and licked the fluid hungrily. "So good." Samantha purred. She pulled away. "Can't spoil my appetite just yet."

"Please." Callie whimpered.

"Oh, it is too early to be begging." Samantha said, kissing Callie passionately on the lips. "That comes later."

Samantha moved lower kissing Callie's thighs, her calves, and her ankles before slowly moving back up. She let her tongue swirl around Callie's belly button before diving in to tease the girl. As she teased Callie with her tongue, Samantha began to tickle Callie's sides, under her arms, and all over her thighs. She wanted Callie to be a whirlwind of sensation and she was giving it all she had.

She alternated between tickling and teasing strokes. She loved the way Callie would go from bubbles of laughter to moans of appreciation. She could tell from the look on her face that Callie was at war with the feelings swirling within her. 

Then everything stopped.

Callie raised her head to see what was going on, to find Samantha staring her in the eyes as she slowly moved down. 

"Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! Please!" Callie murmured.

"Don't look away." Samantha said softly. "I want you to see me take my first lick from any woman. I want you to see me have my first time."

Her words, so soft spoke, reverberated within Callie like the shaking of a great bell. Callie couldn't tear her eyes away. 

Samantha's pink tongue slide from her mouth and lapped, wide and flat, from the bottom of Callie's dripping slit to the top. She purred as the flavor filled her mouth and that was all it took. Callie exploded. Her orgasm burst from her in great torrents. The first blast splashed right against Samantha's tongue. Samantha squealed in surprise before licking and sucking, slurping and laughing happily as Callie continued to squirt.

"You're like a fountain!" Samantha exclaimed. She was happily curled around Callie, licking her fingers with relish. "When can I have more?" Samantha asked.

Callie looked at her, fire flashing in her luminescent blue eyes. "Nuh uh." She waggled her finger. "It's your turn to be tied down." Samantha affected a hurt look. "Then we trade." Callie added with a grin.

"Deal." Samantha shouted as she loosened the knots tying Callie down.

*The Bitch Is Back

"Ma'am." The man spoke firmly.

"You have a report for me?" The brunette sat behind her desk commanding the attention of all who entered her office. 

"Reports from the Lexington area point to our attack being a success."

"Oh, this wasn't the attack." The woman said with a laugh.

"Then, what was this?" He asked, patiently.

"This, was a signal flare. A warning. This is only the beginning."

The man smiled. "So, I take it you continue to require our services?"

"Yes." She replied instantly.

"Then we are yours. For the same fee, of course."

"Of course." She replied.

"Their system is back up and running now." The man informed her.

"That's ok."

"When do we start?" He asked.

"I'll let you know."

As he left her office she hit replay on her computer. She watched as Spencer Miles looked at her own computer screen. Bright red words proclaimed "THE BITCH IS BACK!"

Becca smiled. "The bitch is back, indeed." She said aloud to the empty room. "The bitch is back indeed."

(To Be Continued if comments call for it)

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-BenevolentDCC



Falling For A Girl, Too Pt. 02



*Bigots

Cassie and Jessica sat together in freshly ironed paisley colored dresses. The surface of the desk was a glossy particle board fixed atop a functional metal frame. They easily met the gaze of the man sitting across from them. This was not the first time they had found themselves in this situation. They no longer felt the tremors of nerves as they awaited the decision.

"You do realize," the man spoke in a calm, smooth, aggravatingly patronizing tone, "that this is the..." he flipped through the papers before him, "...eighth time you have applied in this office alone."

Cassie opened her mouth to speak but Jessica cut in, "Do we look like the type of people to forget how many hoops we have been made to jump through?" She pursed her lips, pressing them into a thin line of displeasure.

"Well," he formed a steeple with his fingers, "your . . . how do I put this, your persistence gives us pause." He scratched at the side of his nose with his middle finger, a sly smile playing at his lips. 

"Could you explain to me why our "persistence" gives you pause?" Cassie asked softly.

"Ms. Hadley."

"Mrs. Hadley." Cassie corrected. She lifted her hand. "See the wedding band? It's official and everything."

Mr. Suit-Tie-and-Glasses grimaced sourly. "Yes, well. The fact remains that people in your situation are going to have a more difficult time with this sort of thing." He cleared his throat. "I'm sure you understand."

"I understand." Jessica added tersely but before she could launch into an attack Cassie took over.

"You don't like seeing us here, right?" Cassie asked.

The man smiled. "I'm always glad to see people wanting to get involved with this process." 

"Subterfuge does not help in this situation. We can tell that you do not like having to deal with us over and over."

The man crossed his arms and relaxed back in his chair.

"All you have to do is put your signature to a piece of paper and we will be out of your hair. There will be others that will have to check up on us, but you will no longer have to deal with the abominations sitting before you." Cassie took Jessica's hand. "Wouldn't that be easier on everyone?"

"Ms. Hadley," Suit-and-Tie said with a sneer, "I think you know the process well enough at this point. You will hear back from us in 8-10 business days about our decision." He looked at Jessica, his eyes full of disgust, "Have a pleasant day." 

Jessica ground her teeth angrily. Cassie's stomach turned sour within her. She spoke softly as she stood, "Thank you. We will wait patiently for your decision."

The ride back home passed in tense silence. Himeros seethed, grinding her teeth biting back the venom she so desperately wanted to spit. Her anger consumed her. At that moment she wanted to be a part of the world's destruction. She knew that once her anger subsided she would feel guilty for her viciousness, but at that moment she wanted to be a cause of pain instead of merely a recipient. 

Cassie could feel the outrage pouring from her lover. Himeros was not usually easy to anger, but in the past months they had been called upon to fill out mountains of paperwork, defend their marriage to one another, and stand-by while "impartial" officials sifted through every detail of their private and professional life. She put her hand atop Jessica's. She could feel the girl trembling as she fought to control her emotions. 

Jessica could feel her wife's hand flexing against her own. Cassie knew and respected that Jessica sometimes needed silence to process her thoughts. They sat in silence as they passed through the familiar neighborhoods and intersections which would, eventually, lead them home. Jessica let her mind go where it may with no fear of getting lost in her own thoughts. She knew that just the touch of Cassie's hand would keep her grounded; would bring her back if she wandered too far.

They pulled into their drive. The houses around them - once forming a picturesque neighborhood - seemed intrusive, oppressive figures representing the disgust of the caseworker and those like him. Jessica wanted to tear the facade apart. She knew what she had to do. She knew that Cassie would understand. She walked to their room and changed into her dirty and worn clothing. She wore unflattering canvas loafers and had her hair pulled tightly into a messy bun.

"I thought you might." Cassie said easily.

"It's what seems to help the most," Jessica looked into Cassie's eyes, "Aside from knowing how much you love and support me." 

"I do, you know."

Jessica looked at her questioningly.

"I love and support you, unwaveringly. You are my wife. My love. My everything."

Jessica lifted one of Cassie's hands and kissed the tips of her fingers. "I'll try not to be long." She spoke quietly.

"Take your time." Cassie replied. 

Jessica nodded once and made her way to the basement of the house.

Sweeping her arms wide she cleared the untreated wooden table. Empty containers, cardboard boxes, and cans of spray paint fell to the floor in a rush. Jessica hefted a large gray block of clay to the tabletop. She spritzed the surface with water and began working the material. 

The clay was cold, hard, tough to mold at first. Jessica's fingers were tired and aching by the time the clay was workable. She swept the sweat from her brow with the back of her hand as she continued her work. Hours passed in minutes. The passage of time was marked with gasps of breath and drops of sweat. 

Cassie had spent her time cleaning house. Jessica had her anger relief ritual, Cassie had her own. After putting the finishing touches on her cleaning, Cassie had retired to the bedroom, dusted off one of her favorite books, and read until she heard Jessica emerge from the basement. She trembled with excitement as she dropped her dress to a pool around her high heels. 

They had done this dance many times. Jessica always turned to her artistic nature to work through her anger. Invariably, her work left her so emotionally drained that she needed something to bring her back to normal. Cassie's spine tingled as she remembered the last time she had helped Jessica recharge. She bit her lower lip as the cool air kissed the tight skin of her stomach.

Jessica walked into the bedroom. Her bare feet moved across the thick carpet as she made her way into Cassie's arms. Smears of clay dotted her clothing as she melted against her wife. Cassie lifted Jessica's chin and pressed her lips to her lover's mouth. At first she did not respond, but as Cassie continued to plant kisses on Jessica's lips and face, the girl began to stir as new life was breathed into her.

The kiss deepened, their tongues rolling together as they pulled one another closer. The scent of Jessica's sweat did nothing to reduce Cassie's attentions. She would gladly and eagerly lick the sweat from Jessica's skin given even half-a-moment's opportunity. She planned to make absolutely certain that Jessica received everything she needed. She couldn't wait to begin.

Cassie's hands shook as she slowly lifted the hem of Jessica's shirt. The material was rough, stiff, the fibers in the early stages of dry-rot. Cassie marveled that even though she and Jessica had been together for years, had made love countless times, she was still breathless at the beauty of her lover. Her hands trembled because she knew these moments were special. 

The shirt fell to the floor. Hime's breasts covered with goose bumps as cool air kissed sweat covered skin. She shivered. Cassie watched as Hime's nipples hardened. Her mouth watered with longing to pull one of the eraser sized nubs between her teeth while her fingers were kept busy elsewhere.

Cassie dropped to her knees and worked Jessica's pants and panties down her legs. She planted soft kisses on her lover's hips and legs, following the path of the cloth as it moved lower. Jessica stood still and let Cassie do as she pleased. This was a moment for both of them. By the end, they would both have satisfied their needs. By the end, they would both be happy.

Jessica stepped free of the jeans, and panties. She helped Cassie back to her feet, loving the way the high-heels brought out the definition of Cassie's legs. Now, it was Jessica's turn to work. 

Cassie trembled as Jessica undressed her. She took her time removing Cassie's bra and panties, savoring the view of her beautiful wife standing naked before her. The only thing Hime left on Cassie was her high-heels. Cassie gave her a questioning look, but did not pull away when Jessica led her to the shower. She suspected that the heels would not survive the shower; she didn't care. They made her feel sexy and the fact that Hime wanted her in them, made her feel alluring.

Jessica led Cassie beneath the spray of the steaming water. They both liked their showers hot. They often laughed at the pink hue of their skin when drying off. Tonight, they would laugh for different reasons.

"Hime." Cassie moaned as her wife rolled her tongue against Cassie's neck.

"Yes?" Hime asked with a purr.

Cassie looked into her lover's eyes and could feel their hearts beating in unison. "More?" Cassie asked in a whisper.

Hime growled low in her throat in response. She didn't need words, her eyes, her teeth, and her silent tongue would be answer enough. She trailed her painted nails down Cassie's spine knowing that little bumps of goose flesh followed her progress in tingling succession. Cassie shivered and pressed her body closer to Jessica.

"Don't tease me!" Cassie whimpered.

"Mmmmm," Jessica leaned in putting her mouth beside Cassie's ear. "But I love watching you squirm for me." She cooed. She scraped her teeth roughly against Cassie's shoulder as a shiver ran up her own spine. 

"Problems?" Cassie asked cheekily.

Himeros rested her forehead on Cassie's shoulder. She was silent for a cascade of moments. 

Cassie opened her mouth to speak. Hime's voice got there first.

"You have been everything for me." She didn't look up as she spoke. Her grip intensified as if she feared Cassie may slip from her grip and be lost forever to a dark, all-consuming abyss. "You didn't have to do any of it, but you were always there. Even," her body shook as she tried to hold back the tears.

Cassie knew the images flashing through Hime's mind. The night her father had beaten her, disowned her, and sent her out of the house with nothing but the clothes on her back and her car. She had arrived at Cassie's parent's house bruised, crying, and completely destroyed. Her life had been shattered around her by his words, fists, and feet. Cassie welcomed her in and took her time re-building her piece-by-piece.

"When he," 

"Shhh." Cassie pulled her close. "It's over."

"It's not." The tears fell to Cassie's shoulder. "Every day we put up with people like . . . like that case-worker, I can feel him hitting me again." 

Cassie didn't know what to say. She knew that the meetings with the case-workers were stressful for them both, but she didn't suspect the depth to which they bothered Jessica.

"There are times at night when I lie in bed beside you and I can't sleep. My mind is abuzz with thoughts and I can't quiet the chorus. I've tried everything I could think of and the only thing that helps . . . is you." Jessica raised her face to look at Cassie. "I rest my hand on your stomach, your side, or even on your hand and suddenly there is nothing but quiet. I can see your chest rise and fall as you sleep. Your scent fills the room. Then, I can fall asleep."

"I love you." Cassie whispered.

"I love you, too." Jessica replied.

Cassie pulled Hime close to her and kissed her lips with all the passion she held within her. Hime was motionless for only a moment until her body responded to her lover. She raked her nails down Cassie's back as the kiss evolved from something intimate and sincere to become something more primal, something hungrier.

Hime pulled away. Though she was breathless from the kiss, her body was desperate for more. Just as she went to make her move, Cassie dropped to her knees in front of her. Jessica looked down at her lover. Cassie looked into her eyes as she moved her face closer to Jessica's vulva. Jessica could hardly pull her eyes from Cassie's head but she longed to trace the lines of her lover's body as the sensations rolled through her.

The spray of the shower continued to fall on Cassie's back as her tongue swept gently over Hime's delicate, delectable lips. She slid her tongue between the dewy folds and was instantly rewarded with Hime's hand on the back of her head. Water was all around them. The spray of the shower splashed on the walls of the stall, and the steam from the heat pervaded the bathroom. Small beads formed and raced down the glossy surface of Cassie's high-heels. These events passed unnoticed by either of the women as they pursued, with closed-eyes, something far more Earth-shattering.

The taste of honey and spice spread across Cassie's tongue as the first drop of her lover's juices touched her tongue.

The first contact.

This moment in time.

It resonates. Reverberates.

It's like the striking of a gong.

One single motion which in being enacted leaves everything around the point of impact trembling with intense purpose.

Cassie closed her eyes and savored the taste of her lover. She could feel her pussy responding in turn. Her own arousal dripped from her tender and tingling lips, but she denied herself the attention her body insisted she needed. 

She swept her tongue around Jessica's clit, drinking her lover's sighs and moans as she sought to make Jessica scream for her. She folded her tongue making it resemble a tube. She had read online that this was a game-changer for most women. She wrapped her tongue around Jessica's clit and lightly flexed her muscles. 

The article she had read said this was somewhat similar to how a guy feels when his girl goes down on him.

Whatever. Like Cassie would know that. 

Judging from Jessica's reaction, it must have felt wonderful.

"Fuuuuuuuccccccckkkkkk!" Jessica screamed.

Cassie opened her eyes. She could, through the fog, make out Jessica's open mouth as her orgasm washed over her. Cassie could see the twist and roll of the muscles in her wife's stomach. She knew what was coming next. She didn't have to wait long.

"Shit shit shit shit." Jessica called.

Right on time, Cassie thought to herself just before the first spray erupted from between Jessica's velvety lips.

Over and over Jessica squirted as her lover drank her down. Cassie had her upper lip pressed tightly against Jessica's clit as she drank from her wife.

Jessica collapsed to the shower floor and took Cassie in her arms. 

"Stop! Stop! Oh, God! God!" 

Cassie giggled as her lover relaxed back on the floor. She reached up and turned the water off. "How about we continue this in our room?"

"Mmmmm." Jessica replied.

"On our nice, comfortable mattress."

"Oh, yes." Jessica replied.

They rose from the floor and walked, hand-in-hand, through the house.

If anyone had been in the basement work-space, they would have been able to hear the giggles and satisfied moans of the lovers above. The dank cement area was shrouded in darkness concealing the creation Jessica's hands had formed from the clay block. 

The sculpture was of three heads. Two were adult females beaming with joy beyond compare. Love radiated from the women. The other face; a sleeping face of hope for something more from life.

A baby slept beneath the mothers' watchful, protective, nurturing eyes.

Next to the sculpture sat a stack of official papers. Most people would bypass this stack as detritus amid creativity. If they only stopped to read the first line of the paper, they would see the connection to the art. 

Application for adoption: Denied.

Many of these papers bore the same signature.

None of the papers listed a reason.

Recovery

"The Global Artificial Intelligence Academy was implemented by our CEO as a proactive means of preventing cyber-attacks, confidential information loss, and helping to predict problem areas within the services we offer our customers." The tour-guide spoke in a loud confident voice.

"How does it work?" A woman in her mid-thirties asked.

The tour-guide waved her hand loosely in the air. "There is an extremely technical answer to that question for which I would be fired. Suffice to say that it uses a large amount of memory, a statistical analysis system, and a logic program to take in massive amounts of information in an attempt to recognize patterns that would otherwise be overlooked." She took a deep breath.

"Artificial Intelligence? A.I.? Like, iRobot?" A late-twenty-something male asked.

The tour-guide had been waiting for a question like this. She always had to answer a question about malignant, humanity-dominating-artificial-intelligence. "Who can tell me what artificial intelligence means?"

The crowd looked back at her blankly. Another common factor in these groups.

"What it means is that we - the programmers and users - tell the computer system what to look for and then it works off those instructions. We do have a localized computer center which can advise the users to pay attention to certain factors, but just as a layperson can ignore the anti-virus warnings on their pc, we can ignore the advice."

"Oh." 

What a response, she thought to herself.

"So, what does it mean to be a Global Artificial Intelligence Academy?" A face in a sea of faces asked. "Is this system spread across the world?"

"No." The tour-guide responded. "Just as the human brain has two lobes, so does our computer system. The job of one system is to question the analysis of the other system. That is its only function."

She was met with a sea of confused faces.

"In this way, the computer prevents itself from making wild-calls without having significant proof of a threat."

"How long does the system need to assess a risk?"

"Eris," the tour-guide said, "what we call our system, can assess a risk in a minimum of 17 seconds." 

"On TV, they can hack through firewalls faster than that."

The tour-guide suppressed the urge to roll her eyes. She collected herself. "I assure you," she said jovially, "that many things on television are embellished for dramatic effect."

Spencer watched the tour as it passed through the building. Tours of Gaia had been a board suggestion to foster investor confidence in the company. Spencer couldn't have cared less about investor confidence, but she knew that it was a necessary evil of generating overwhelming income. She turned her attention to the worker in front of her.

"How did this happen?" She asked tersely.

"Well..." the young man's face blanched.

"I don't have time to waste. Can you tell me how our system was breached without Eris alerting us to the attack?"

"I, I don't want to lose my job."

"Why would you lose your job?" Spencer narrowed her eyes at the worker. He was pushing the limits of her patience.

"He doesn't want to tell you that the attack originated from your computer, in your office."

Spencer snapped her head around to face the speaker. 

Paul, a mid-forties techie-geek who was world-renowned for his abilities with a computer, met her fierce gaze unflinchingly. 

"What do you mean, my computer?"

"I don't know how to be any clearer in my statement." He sipped from his coffee cup. "The attack originated from your computer. This means that a virus was uploaded to our system from your office. The office you designed to have limited access and personalized entry codes." He stepped closer to her. "Entry codes which we would be able to analyze to pinpoint the time of attack if the database had not been wiped. Expertly, I might add."

"So, we have nothing?"

"No, we have next to nothing." Paul replied. "Thanks to me, however, we have a point of entry and a team of skilled programmers and ex-hackers who can turn Eris' powerful gaze onto our own system."




Falling For A Girl, Too Pt. 02



"How will that help?"

"By your orders, we designed Eris to look outward for an attack. Over the years she has learned to predict attacks based on system weaknesses and trending cyber-attacks. I feel confident that if we turn her predictive powers to our CEO's office computer, she can tell us how best an attack may be carried out."

"Thereby giving us a starting point." Spencer finished.

"Precisely." He sat his coffee cup down on a stainless steel table to the side of the computer station. He was very touchy about his hardware. 

"And my implication in this matter?" Spencer asked. She knew that if she were being implicated in the attack she would be removed from work until an investigation had been conducted.

"You are clear." 

"Are you certain?"

"It's my call to make." He smiled, for the first time. "No offense, but this attack is beyond your skill set."

Spencer wasn't certain if this were an insult.

"Keep me posted. All information goes through me." She instructed.

"Ma'am." He replied.

As she walked away from the computer station, she could feel the tension in her body easing. Though she wouldn't admit it to herself, she had been dreading the meeting at Gaia. She feared that she would be implicated in the attack and have had to wade through the media storm which would have poured upon her in the interim. Surprisingly, in the face of a very stressful day, her thoughts turned to Callie.

She thought of the beautiful girl who had stolen her heart so completely in their college days. Callie had appeared out of nowhere at a time that Spencer had consider to be entirely inconvenient. Looking back, she couldn't believe how she had almost missed the best thing to ever happen to her. Callie had been unexpected and terrifying, but something within Spencer refused to let go of her.

Spencer walked in silent reflection, deaf to even the click of her heels on the marble floor. She didn't register the various salutations she received as she passed made her way through the offices on her way to the elevators. She had surrendered herself entirely to thoughts of Callie and the love she called her own. 

As she sat down at her desk, she could almost feel Callie's lips against her own. The kiss was hungry, and fueled by a passion which left her breathless. Her mind ran with the fantasy. Embellishing, enhancing, and bringing Callie to life so that her breath tickled the fine hairs on the back of Spencer's neck. Spencer sighed contentedly as she felt her body responding to the thoughts. She could feel the heat growing between her legs and on the air she swore she could smell her lover. 

She rocked gently in her chair, squeezing her thighs together as Callie nipped at the skin she exposed greedily. In her mind, Spencer chased her lover through their home as her own appetite drove her mad with lust. 

"Callie." She whispered.

"No, sorry." A familiar voice said.

Spencer sat up in her chair. She tried to suppress the blush but she could already feel the heat burning her cheeks. She looked, wide-eyed, at her assistant.

"How long have you been there?" Spencer asked.

"Do you want the truth or a lie?" James sat the second cup of coffee on Spencer's desk. 

"Oh, God!" Spencer covered her eyes with her hand.

James chuckled softly to himself. "I'm only teasing. I got here just as you said something about a 'Cal-y'. Odd pet-name." He sat comfortably in the chair opposite her. 

Spencer turned her thoughts to work. "What do we have today?"

"Your usual." James replied before blowing gently on his steaming cup.

"No." Spencer replied. "I meant, what is on the agenda today?"

"I take it you haven't seen the stock report today?" He raised one eye-brow.

"I don't have to. Let me venture a guess; 13 points?"

James grimaced. "53 points."

"Fuck!" Spencer spat.

"My words exactly. The Armenian man didn't appreciate the comment."

"What's in the rumor-mill?" 

"A few mentions of cyber-attacks, but mostly just comments about shoddy service."

"Shoddy service!" She seethed. "In the history of our company, how many outages have there been?"

"I know. I know." He looked at her sympathetically. "You know how fickle consumers are. They have lost their esteem for us, but they know we are still the best."

"53 points?!" She smacked her fist on the desk-top. 

"We will recover." James looked at her. "You know we will."

She sighed. "We will recover."

"What did Gaia have to say?"

"The attack originated from this computer." She indicated her monitor. "That's why Eris didn't catch it. She was not designed to look inward."

"But, if the attack originated from here. . ."

Spencer looked at James. "They are going to figure it out. I have complete faith in Paul and his team."

James smiled at her. "I'm sure they will."

Spencer didn't say the nagging thought aloud. She knew that there were only two people with access to her office. She had her own key, and James had a copy. She hated to consider James a suspect, but anything was possible.

"Right." She said after taking a drink of her coffee. "We are going to make a move to bolster consumer confidence." 

James took out his memo pad. 

"I want each of our customers to receive a 10% bill reduction as an apology for the unexpected loss of service."

James looked up. "The losses will be immense."

"If we do nothing, the losses will be more significant." 

"Are you certain?"

"Yes." She looked at him. "Get billing to give me a call."

"The time it's going to take to adjust the bills..." James prodded. 

"We will issue a coupon-code that can do the work for us." Spencer waved dismissively. "Now, get billing on the phone, and prep the conference room for our meeting."

***

Callie's head screamed in protest as the hangover amplified the screams and squeals of the children at play. She had sunglasses to protect her eyes from the Sun's accusing glare and a large cup of coffee held tightly in her hand. 

Bits and pieces of the night flashed through her mind like so many clips from a B movie reel. She groaned as a joyful squeal pierced her mind like a glowing hot spike. She could feel the pain pulse in her head. 

"Good morning, Sunshine!" 

"Shhhhhhh." Callie said irritably as she looked at the dread-lock shaded face smiling cheerily at her. 

"Uh-oh! Someone is not feeling that well." Samantha bounced lightly on her toes. "Poor dear." She always affected a faux-English accent when she was consoling Callie.

"Poor dear, indeed." Callie muttered. "Hangovers suck."

Samantha patted Callie's shoulder reassuringly. "I've never been one to get hangovers."

"I swear to God I will pour hot coffee on you." 

"Sorry." Samantha replied. "Not something you wanted to hear I take it."

"Right-o." Callie replied in a failingly faux-English mock.

Samantha stood quietly by Callie for a few minutes before speaking. "I'm thinking we need to talk about last night." Samantha said in a hush.

"I guess we might." Callie replied. She turned to look away from Samantha as feelings of guilt ate away at her.

"It was a lot of fun, but," Samantha started.

"Not here." Callie replied. "We can't talk about it here."

Samantha looked around. "Yes, I suppose you're right." Samantha thought for a moment. "Drinks after work?" 

"Coffee after work. The little café on the corner of main?" 

"Coffee is a better idea." Samantha confirmed. "5 o'clock?"

"Sounds good." Callie replied.

"See you then." Samantha replied walking away. 

Callie raised her whistle, readied herself for the pain about to come, and blew the shrill note signifying the end of recess. Her students groaned their disapproval, but they complied with her summons. Callie's mind screamed at her for the noise. It was going to be a long day.

Callie rested behind her desk. The students were with another teacher for an explorative art lesson. Probably finger painting. She had let her shoes fall from her feet and she massaged her temples. The coffee had helped fight off the hangover, but now a caffeine headache threatened. She closed her eyes and rolled her head from side-to-side.

Her mind used the blank space of darkness to remind Callie of her nighttime activities. Dreadlocks fell around her as she pressed her mouth against Samantha's. Their tongues danced together as Callie's fingers pulled gently, but insistently, at Samantha's thin dress. Callie moaned lightly as Samantha pulled her lower lip between her teeth. She could feel the pressure of Samantha's teeth on the soft flesh as the younger woman gave in to the passion growing within her. 

Behind her desk, Callie shifted in her seat. Already her panties were gathering her juices. She knew that she should stop thinking of her friend, but the images her mind showed her were too delicious to block.

Samantha's dress fell in a pool around her feet. She looked breath-taking in the low-light. So much of her reminded Callie of Spencer. Reminded her of the way things had been between them once.

The thought of Spencer changed the fabric of the memories. Now, Spencer stood before her. She wore black lacy panties and held her bra in her hand. The garment fell to the floor as the exotic goddess moved closer to her lover. Callie waited with bated breath as Spencer took her time moving closer. She wanted Callie to need her; to beg for her. Callie wouldn't let her ego get in the way, she would beg eagerly. 

One of Spencer's hands played lightly with her breast while the other traveled slowly lower. Callie salivated as Spencer's fingers neared her delicate slit. Callie wanted to touch her, but she knew that if she reached out, her hand would be smacked away. 

"Callie." Spencer moaned as she fingered herself unabashedly.

Callie shuddered in her seat. She struggled to keep her hands above her desk, but the friction of her legs rubbing together was not quite reaching where she needed it. She sighed hotly, opening her eyes to make sure she wasn't being watched. She took her lower lip between her teeth and let one of her hands drop to her lap. She was worried that she might get caught, but the fear made the pleasure so much sweeter.

Behind closed eyes, Spencer slipped her fingers deeper into herself. Callie knew the digits would emerge, coated and glistening with Spencer's cum. The hunger she felt for her lover burned in her as her imagination continued to torment her.

Her hand worked up under her dress. She pulled her panties to the side and lightly rubbed her clit. 

Spencer lifted her wet fingers to her mouth and without taking her eyes off Callie, she slowly licked each digit. She moaned appreciatively as the flavor spread across her tongue. Callie groaned with jealousy. 

Callie could feel her orgasm approaching as her imagination played with her. 

Spencer reached low, her hand coming close to Callie's vulva. Callie moaned in preparation for what was to happen. She looked down where Spencer's hand was and was shocked to find Samantha staring up at her. 

"Lick her." Spencer commanded.

Callie opened her mouth to speak, but Spencer silenced her with a glance. She urged Samantha's face into Callie's slit. 

Callie shook uncontrollably behind her desk as the images washed over her. When she opened her eyes, she was still alone. She brought her hand to her mouth and tasted her cum from her fingers. It was a poor substitute for Spencer, but in the recent months, Spencer had been a poor substitute for Spencer.

Callie straightened herself and prepared herself for the rest of the day. She was relieved to see that only an hour remained. Thank God!

The heavy scent of coffee and pastries filled the air of the warm boho-café. Callie sat across from Samantha as they both warmed their hands on the steaming mugs before them. Callie had sent a message to Spencer letting her know that there was a meeting she had to attend and therefore would be late getting home. She doubted that Spencer would even be there when she arrived. The thought made her grind her teeth.

Samantha lifted her mug and breathed in the comforting scents of hazelnut and chocolate. She took a sip of the liquid before replacing her mug on the coaster. She looked at Callie and smiled gently.

"So," Samantha started.

"So." Callie confirmed.

"How much of last night do you remember?" Samantha asked.

Callie's phone vibrated. She ignored it.

"Bits and pieces." Callie said softly. "I think I drank too much."

"Just a little, I think." Samantha added with a chuckle.

"More than a little."

"A lot more than a little." Samantha confirmed with a smile. "Before the drinking, we talked of work and your passion for working with children. After the drinking," Samantha grimaced slightly, "You had some things to say about your love."

Callie looked into the artfully decorated surface of her latte. "Oh."

"Yeah."

Callie's phone vibrated once more. She ignored it again.

"Sorry." Callie said.

"It's ok. I just think that you need someone to talk to about the things you are holding within you."

Callie thought about the scenes replaying behind her eyes. She could almost remember the taste of Samantha's juicy slit.

"You're probably right." Callie admitted.

"That's what I'm here for." Samantha looked at her. "I think you deserve a sober friend to listen to your thoughts and concerns."

"Just a friend?" Callie asked. Her phone vibrated.

"Maybe a good friend." Samantha replied.

"I would think we were more than friends now." Callie lifted her phone.

"What do you mean?" Samantha asked.

Callie's phone vibrated once more. "Hold on. Let me shut this thing up." She illuminated the screen.

Can't wait to see you. Maybe, I'll get a treat tonight like I did last night. I must say, I didn't think I wanted sex, but the way you attacked me really woke something within me. Love you. 

-S.

Callie thought back to her earlier fantasy. It suddenly made sense why her brain had brought Spencer into the picture. Spencer had been there, not Samantha. Callie felt her guilt over cheating on Spencer vanish. She still felt ashamed that she had considered it, but if she hadn't actually cheated on Spencer then maybe there was still a chance for them.

"Why would you think we are more than friends?" Samantha persisted.

"Well, er, we drank together. In some cultures, like the Greek, drinking together is a symbol of a bond deeper than friendship."

"Oh." Samantha said. Then, "Oh! That's right; you were in a sorority, right?"

Callie nodded. She busied her thumbs by texting Spencer once more.

Can't wait. I just need to be with you. Love you,

-C

"So, what did I tell you last night?" Callie asked.

"You told me lots of things, but mostly that you were undeniably in love with your partner."

"Wife." Callie corrected.

"Right, wife." Samantha looked uncomfortable, but Callie didn't care. "You said that things between you and she had been deteriorating because she spent more and more time at work. You struggled to understand and be supportive, but ultimately you missed the intimate connection."

"True."

"You said the worst part, was that you still cared for her so much that you could feel her when she was absent. You were almost crying when you told me that sometimes you wished you didn't care for her at all. That it wouldn't hurt as much if you could just let go of her."

"I can't." Callie cut in. "Sometimes it does feel that way, but I know that my life is better because I met her. Because I love her so much."

"Anyone who looks at you can see how much you love her."

"It doesn't seem that she can."

"When I dropped you off at your house. She was there waiting for you."

Callie looked up.

"She picked you up into her arms and carried you to your bed. She kissed you softly on the forehead and tucked the blankets around you." Samantha chuckled. "She even uncovered your feet because she says your feet get hot at night." Samantha touched Callie's hand. "She has nothing but love for you." 

"I miss how we were."

"Then fight for it!" Samantha almost screamed. "Talk to her. Tell her. Make her see what you are going through. And be patient. Be patient because this is not something that will change overnight."

"I'll try."

"No. You have to do better than that." Samantha squeezed her hand gently. "Remember that you are only seeing your side of the story. Maybe, maybe you aren't paying attention to her in the way she needs." Samantha looked apologetically. "I don't know for certain, just making suggestions."

Callie looked at her friend. She struggled to find the words that would tell Samantha how much this conversation meant to her. The words wouldn't come. She settled with, "Thank you."

"You're welcome." 

When they had emptied their cups they went their separate ways. Samantha returned to her home, and Callie made her way home turning the suggestions Samantha had made over and over in her mind. Callie put her hand on the door knob when her phone buzzed once more. 

Hate to cancel again, but something has come up at the office. See you soon. 

-S

Callie lowered her head dejectedly. She had built up the courage to have the confrontation with Spencer and now, it didn't seem she would get the chance.

"Unless I go to her." Callie thought aloud. She turned on her heels and headed back to her car. One way or another, they were going to talk.

Bad News

Asteria pulled Livia onto her lap. They wrapped a cozy thermal blanket around themselves as they turned on the news. Livia had grown up in a different place altogether and had no use for television. She had conceded to Asteria to watch the news with her when they could steal time together. 

Asteria breathed in the scents of lavender and spice which seemed to cling to Livia. She admired the star shaped mark on Livia's cheek and placed a soft, warm, wet kiss just beneath it.

"What was that for?" Livia asked.

"Because I love you." Asteria replied eagerly.

Livia rolled her eyes. "You're going to miss your show."

"It's not a show." Asteria chastised. "It's the news."

"Whatever." Livia replied merrily.

Asteria snuggled closer to her lover as a somber newswoman appeared on the screen.

"Tonight three people found dead in an alley with a similar pattern of gunshot wounds. Police officials would not confirm or deny the connection of these murders with those found last week. Chet Colloms is on site gathering details as they become available. We will check in with Chet in just a few. Right now, allegations of corruption and "lacking moral character" have skyrocketed as letters pour into government offices from concerned individuals and family members."

"We believe these letters are a result of the unbelievable response regarding Senator Hadley's resignation from office amid allegations of abuse directed at his own daughter. Though Senator Hadley offered no comment to defend himself, it is clear that a trend is becoming apparent."

"They deserved all the received." Asteria commented.

"Shhhhh." Livia pressed her finger to her lips. For some reason, she had a bad feeling.

"It appears . . ." the anchorwoman stopped in her speech. She looked beyond the camera. Something was happening.

Livia and Asteria sat forward on their couch.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, we are going live to a developing scene in Lexington. It seems that the headquarters of Kronos, a major communications provider and philanthropic agency. We have just received word that the facility has come under the control of a terrorist group. We go live to Jon Jimsons at the scene. Jon?"

Livia looked at Asteria. "Isn't that where. . ."

"Spencer." Asteria said worriedly.

A young man spoke on the screen. "We have confirmed that only two people are in the building. Spencer Miles, the CEO of Kronos, and her wife Callista Miles. It was reported that they were in the CEO's office on the top floor when," he turned to indicate the gathered police vehicles when the rest of his words were drowned out. The upper levels of the office building exploded with flames as the gathered people ducked to the ground for safety. Glass and bits of wood showered down on the crowd gathered below as their screams took to the air.




Falling For A Girl, Too Pt. 02



"Oh my God!" Asteria covered her mouth with her hand. "No."

Livia pulled Asteria closer. 

"No, no, no, no." Asteria said, over and over.

(To be continued)

*****

I hope you have enjoyed this part of Falling For A Girl, Too. I know it has taken me some time to write this portion. In truth, it is difficult for me to write these sad parts because I do not like for my characters to suffer. I know that this story (Falling For A Girl, Too) has been difficult to read and I want to apologize for that. Have faith. That is all I can say.