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Rosarum et Tulips Ch. 01

By: naughtykitten21



Murphy's hands trembled as she saw the big brown envelope in the mail. It was everything she'd ever dreamed of, right there in her hands. They began to shake in anticipation, and she was so unaware of the goings-on that Ethan came up behind her and took the envelope.

"Hey, what's this?" he asked in a teasing tone.

Snapping back to reality, Murphy swiped it away from him. "Just because you've decided to join the army, doesn't mean you can make me feel bad about going to college."

Ethan smirked and walked to the fridge. He took out a can of Coke and snapped it open. "I just don't know what the big deal is," he said, rolling his eyes as Murphy stroked the envelope. "That thing isn't Simpkin," Ethan said, his voice full of irritation.

"Simpkin...passed away seven years ago, Ethan," Murphy said hotly. "But I think my perfect Trixie is a lovely addition to the family."

"You say that because you lost your virginity to Nathan," Ethan teased. "I still don't know why you did that. He is practically our cousin and you know it!"

"It was prom night!" Murphy cried. "And he wanted to make sure that he wasn't gay..."

"What's wrong with being gay?" he asked, taking another sip of Coke. "Do you remember Amber and Mandy? Our mom's? They're gay and they got five kids out of it...and they've been together over twenty years..."

"You know that's not what I meant," Murphy said impatiently. "I have no problem with gay people, you know that."

Ethan nodded. "Oh, Murph, you've gotta know when people are kidding you," he said, a smile on his face. "Come on. I've got to do the final preparations on my army...stuff, and you've got to go get Sebastian, Devon and Lucy from school."

"Ah, Pinewood Middle School," Murphy said sarcastically as she picked up her keys. "We're lucky that Mom and Mom are lawyers," she said, giggling a little bit. "We've all got cars!"

Twenty minutes later, Murphy pulled into the Pinewood parking lot. She pulled into a parking spot and got out of the car, locking it behind her. Then she walked into the double doors, where she was not surprised to see Devon sitting in a seat outside the principals' office with his best friend, Mike Thompson, sitting beside him. They were covered with what looked like meat sauce, and pasta was in their hair.

Sebastian was standing by Devon, looking like a concerned thirteen-year-old brother, which he was. "Oh, finally!" he said dramatically when Murphy came in, his trademark lisp getting a giggle from Mike.

Murphy silenced his laughter with a look and narrowed her eyes accusingly at Devon. "What happened this time?" she asked, her tone slightly irritated and she crossed her arms and tapped her foot.

Devon gave a look to Sebastian, as if he wanted him to tell the story. When the older brother shook his head, Devon sighed, his eleven-and-a-half-year-old voice coming out like a high-pitched whine. "It was Frederick Morris, okay?!" he cried at last crossing his arms.

"Frederick Morris?" Murphy asked. "You mean, the son of Dan Morris, who Mom and Mom are representing in court next week?"

"Yes," Devon said heatedly.

Murphy bent down so she was eye-level to him. "Okay, you got into an altercation with him, that much I get. Can you please tell me the full story so when Principal James calls me in, I have something to go on?"

Devon sighed. "Okay," he said calmly. "Well...at lunch today..."

"Wait, wait," said Murphy. "You've been this dirty since lunch?!"

Devon shook his head. "Half day, remember?" he said. "We had lunch, like, half an hour ago."

"Oh," said Murphy, nodding. "Of course, of course. I'm sorry. Please go on," she said in her "this is all business" voice.

"Well, he made a rude remark about Lucy...and Sebastian," Devon said quietly to Murphy.

Murphy blinked, surprised that he would defend his twin. He loved Lucy, but he was closer to Sebastian and Ethan, and she could understand his defense of his older brother completely. "Okay," Murphy said. "What did this Frederick kid say?"

"He said that..." He leaned forward and put his lips to Murphy's ear. "...he said that Lucy was a fucking lesbo cunt and shouldn't even be in this school...and...he said that Sebastian was a goddamn faggot and should be electrocuted..." He said, quickly pulling away.

Murphy straightened up, her face flaming. Devon's dark blue eyes were teary, so she knew he was telling the truth. "And...you and Mike had a food fight?" she asked, forcing herself to remain calm.

Devon looked at Mike, and they both nodded. 

"We sort of got the whole cafeteria to join in," Mike admitted sheepishly, lowering his eyes

Murphy sighed as the principal's office opened and the beautiful Principal James stepped out. She'd been in her first year as principal when Murphy was in the eighth grade, and she had a small wooden apple on her desk, to symbolize five years as principal. She smiled at Murphy, who felt herself tingling slightly at the attention.

"Hello, Murphy," said Principal James.

"Hey, Principal James," she said politely.

The gorgeous principal smiled. "Why don't you step into my office?" she asked, allowing the Frederick child step out, who was covered in meat sauce as well.

"Of course," Murphy said, giving a look to Sebastian to keep an eye on the boys for her. She walked into the office, and was careful to take the seat not covered in meat sauce.

"How have you been?" Principal James asked, walking over to her mini-fridge by her desk. "I've still got drinks in here. Would you like anything?" she asked, her green eyes practically shimmering in the sunlight which crept in through the blinds.

Murphy forced herself to pay attention and nodded, a jerked movement which seemed forced, even to her. "Yeah, um...water would be great," she managed to get out.

The principal nodded and took out two bottles of water. She put one on the side of the desk which Murphy sat at and kept the other in her hand. "So, I suppose Devon and Mike gave you their side of the story," she said, tapping her fingers on her desk.

Murphy nodded at her. "Yes, Principal James," she said.

She smiled back at her. "Oh, please, Murphy," she said to her, her pink lip-glossed lips forming into a grin. "Please call me Gloria. You're not my student anymore. Besides, you graduate from Clairmount in June. You're eighteen, too," she said.

Murphy nodded a second time. "Yes, erm, Gloria," she replied. "I am eighteen and I am graduating from Clairmount."

"Got any college plans?" Gloria asked. "Have you been accepted anywhere famous yet?"

"Harvard, Yale, Dartmouth, UCLA, USC, Berkeley, Arizona State, University of Phoenix, NYU, Cornell... The list goes on, Gloria," Murphy said, allowing herself to blush a little to appear modest.

"Wow, that's very impressive," she said. "Have you made up your mind about where you might go?"

"Well, I've declined UCLA, USC, Berkeley, Arizona State, and the University of Phoenix," she admitted. "I just want to stay close to home. I'm considering Dartmouth and NYU," she went on. "I'm reluctant to choose Harvard or Yale, though, because they're known for breeding lawyers and stuff... I find law interesting, but I don't want to do it for a living."

"What do you think you might want to do?" Gloria asked.

"I would love to teach literature, or something," Murphy said. "I just love books and reading, and the thought of assigning essays has been a dream of mine since sophomore year. I just love the idea..."

Gloria smiled, tucking a bit of blonde hair behind her ear. "Wow... So, back to the boys," she said, trying to make her tone stern.

"Y-yes," Murphy said. "O-of course."

"What they did was wrong; throwing food is just not acceptable, no matter what a person says," she said.

Murphy nodded. "I completely agree," she said. "But...did Frederick happen to tell you what exactly was said to put the throwing of food into motion?" she asked tentatively.

Gloria nodded. "He made rude remarks about Sebastian and Lucy's sexual orientation," she said.

"Exactly."

"We are going to suspend Frederick for a week," she said quietly. "I stand by the rule that retaliation is just as bad, but in this case, I feel that Devon did it in self-defense. Devon and Mike will be suspended for three days, and it won't go on their record."

Murphy nodded, sad that the meeting was drawing to a close. She loved the smell, sight...everything about Gloria, and now that she was eighteen, she could finally do something about it. Suddenly her mind went blank. Why would she want to do something about it? She was straight...straight! Not that she had any problem with gay people, God knew that Sebastian was one of them. 

It was almost as if Gloria picked up on Murphy's uncertain feelings and gave her a smile. "Would you like to come over for dinner next Friday night?" she asked her.

Murphy blinked. "Won't Mr. James mind?" she asked.

Gloria laughed a little sadly. "I don't know if you heard, but Mr. James died two years ago," she said. "Come on, it'll be fun. I'll whip something up, we can put in a movie... What do you say? Do you have plans?"

Murphy regarded the woman in front of her. At twenty-six, she tried to wonder how Gloria had raised in the ranks so quickly. But, she didn't want to question her new found affection's job, so she nodded at her. "No, I don't have any plans," she said with a smile. "I'd love to have dinner," Murphy said, and grinned.

"Great," Gloria said, standing up and putting out her hand. "Is your email still murphyisgr8101@hotmail.com?" she asked.

Murphy let out a snort, and quickly blushed. "No, now it's murphaholic@ hotmail.com," she said.

"Okay," said Gloria, quickly scribbling it down onto a notepad. She then put out her hand again, and this time Murphy shook it. She noticed that Gloria held on for a bit longer than necessary, but she didn't mind. It was almost as if an electric shock had gone through her, and she didn't know what to expect at this point.

Their parents were not at all pleased with what Devon had done to the son of their client. As a result, they were replaced as a representative to him; however, when Devon explained about what really happened, and about how he'd defended Sebastian and Lucy, their parents were more sympathetic and approving.

They went to Felix and Victor's house for dinner, and took the younger kids and Ethan with them. Lightheaded from her meeting with Gloria, Murphy feigned a headache and went up to her room. Then she bolted to her window, and watched the mini-van pull out of the driveway and drive along the dark street. She let out a squeal of delight and, after making sure all the doors were locked and the curtains in her room were closed, she lay on her back on the bed. 

She pulled out her laptop and checked her email, getting a message from gloriajames007@gmail.com. Huh, so it seemed that Gloria was a Bond fan, which made her even more interested. She clicked on the email, wondering what it could mean considering that it said "no subject", and waited for the page to load. 

It said:

Dear Murphy,

It was so great to see you after five years! I'm very happy that you got into some good colleges, and I hope you end up happy with whichever one you end up choosing. I went to Dartmouth myself, and it was truly an eyeopening experience.

I'm so looking forward to our dinner date this Friday. Do you have any food allergies that I should be aware of? I don't want to poison you by mistake! I just want to make sure you're comfortable.

See you Friday!

Gloria

Murphy wrote a quick reply, all the while thinking of Gloria's beautiful, perfect face. She told her that it was great to see her, too, and that she was allergic to nuts. Then, she added at the end, that she would look forward to seeing her, and hoped that it wasn't too much. After sending it, she logged off from her email and sighed. 

She shut her eyes and slipped her hand into her jeans, quickly discovering that her pussy was dripping wet. She nibbled her lip with delight, and began to caress her clit daintily. She began to moan every couple of seconds, all the while thinking about Gloria. Then, after about three minutes, she experienced an intense, full-body orgasm. She'd been imagining Gloria going down on her, her pretty eyes gazing up at her throughout.

Then she hopped off her bed and stripped down. She went out into the hall and put her clothes into the hamper before returning to her bedroom and going into her bathroom. 

She went into the shower, and cranked up the heat. Within no time, her nipples puckered and became quite large. She massaged them every couple of minutes, and eventually allowed her hand to drift back down to her pussy. It didn't take long to bring on another orgasm while thinking of Gloria. As she turned off the shower and wrapped herself in her towel, she smiled to herself, and wondered just how long it would take for Friday to eventually come to pass.

The next night was Friday, one week before her dinner date with Gloria. She decided to pay a visit to Felix and Victor, who were more than happy to see her. She ended up watching a Will Ferrell movie, but soon Felix and Victor went out to dinner and took Joel and Theresa with them.

Nathan was upstairs, cramming for a college physics final. Grinning to herself, Murphy climbed the stairs and entered his room without knocking. Since they'd dated on and off for three years, it was a natural thing to do at this point, especially considering they'd known each other since he was in elementary school and she a baby.

"Hey," she said, lying down on her side on his bed. "Rough work?" she asked, wrinkling her nose.

He nodded. "Disgusting Dinkle," he said, talking about his physics teacher at NYU, which is where he went. "Dinkleworth...what kind of name is that, anyhow?" he demanded, throwing down his pencil in frustration. "I just don't get it. I fucking hate it!" he said loudly, taking off his shirt and lying back on Murphy's legs.

"Tell me all about it," she said, reaching out and caressing his forehead, as he closed his eyes in a wave of pleasure.

"Well, he's just inconsiderate, nosy, he doesn't bathe, doesn't explain certain problems on his exams, and totally disregards footnotes," he said, gritting his teeth. "The footnotes only matter if they're in a text book, but when we provide them on our notes, he marks us down because of it! It almost doesn't matter that we went the extra mile..."

Murphy nodded and let out a sigh. She really felt bad for Nathan. It was depressing to be a good looking guy, with a horrible science teacher, and in love with a girl who didn't love him back. Yes, she'd illegally lost her virginity to him (because he'd been twenty-one and she'd been sixteen) but worst things had happened, right?

Murphy knew that she had to do the right thing here, tell him that she thought she was falling for another woman, but she couldn't bring herself to do it, to say it. She bit her lip as Nathan's pure blue eyes looked up at her, almost as if he was pleading. She let out a groan and leaned down to kiss him, feeling awful. 

It probably did more for him than it did for her. He began pulling at her clothes, but she pulled away from him. She climbed off the bed and got down on her knees, then unzipped his pants. She then proceeded to give him a slow and steady hand job, the kind he loved. It was more of a massage, really, so that when he came, it had the potential to be all over the place, and all over her.

She got out of the way just in time, thankful that he seemed out of breath and tired. She left the room and washed her hands, then looked at herself in the mirror. She didn't look like Murphy, and wondered why that was. Then she realized that it was because she was a lesbian, and she had to stop at nothing to be with Gloria, if only for one night.

One week later, while Murphy's mom's went on a double date with Felix and Victor, and Nathan came over to help Sebastian with Devon and Lucy, Murphy made an excuse about going over to her friend Clara Matthews' house and got into her car. 

She had a clear picture of Gloria in her mind, and proceeded to masturbate the whole way to her house. She then took a moist towelette from her glove compartment and quickly wiped her hands, before grabbing the bouquet of yellow tulips she'd brought for Gloria.

Gloria lived on Maple Drive, a nice neighborhood that was the same upscale type as Murphy's, which was Argyle Road. She parked in the driveway next to Gloria's dark blue Mercedes, as she'd instructed. As she got out of the car, she smiled as she thought her lime green Fiat looked very good next to Gloria's car. 

She walked down the curved path and climbed the two perfect steps to the half oval shaped door. She knocked three times, and heard high-heeled footsteps on the inside just a moment later. And then Gloria was there in the doorway, smiling and looking happy to see her.

"Come on in," she said, stepping out of the way as she'd done at Devon's school last week.

"Thanks, Gloria," Murphy said, stepping in. "Oh, I got you these," she said, grinning at her.

Gloria's eyes lit up as she closed the door behind Murphy. "Oh, tulips!" she cried, taking them from her. She inhaled, her perfect nose sucking in just the right amount. "Oh, they're gorgeous. Follow me into the kitchen," she said with a wave of her hand. "I'll put these in some water and finish dinner," she said over her shoulder.

Murphy took in the expensive furnishings and admired the various paintings on all the walls. Gloria took her through the foyer, down a hall, through the living room, dining room, and into the kitchen. "Your house is lovely," she said, taking a seat at the bar that Gloria directed.

"Thank you," she said, taking out a blue crystal vase. "My husband Andrew left it to me in the will." She got a little sad look in her eyes as she filled the vase with water.

"Are you all right?" Murphy said, standing up and crossing the room to her, and putting a hand on her shoulder. "You look sad," she went on as Gloria turned off the water and cut the plastic which held the flowers.

"Oh, no, I'm all right," Gloria said, cutting the ends off the tulips and putting them in the vase. "Here...go in that bottom drawer there and pick a tablecloth," she instructed. "You can put it on the dining room table and put these in the middle."

Not knowing what else to do, Murphy did as she was told. She went through the motions of straightening out the green tablecloth, and positioning the vase just right in the center. When she'd finished with that, Gloria told her to pick napkins, plates, glasses, candles, and the candlesticks. When the table was completed fifteen minutes later, so was the meal.

Gloria told Murphy to sit at the foot of the table while she brought out every dish she'd made that evening. There was tomato soup, a roast chicken, scalloped potatoes, green beans, carrots, a berry plate (including raspberries, blackberries, grapes, blueberries, cherries, and strawberries), and a hot chocolate lava cake with vanilla ice cream and sweet raspberry sauce for dessert.

Murphy was very impressed that Gloria went all out to prepare this meal for them, and it wasn't even Thanksgiving. She praised the meal and began to eat rather quickly, much to Gloria's delight. There was a twenty minute lull or so into the meal, after everything had been consumed with the exception of the cake.

"Can I ask...why were you sad a little bit ago?" Murphy asked, looking up at Gloria from under her eyelashes.

She sighed and set down her fork. "Well, it's not easy to say," she said quietly, shaking her head. 

Murphy reached across the table and took her hand, the electric current which began last week quickly resuming. Fighting it a bit, she said, "It's all right. You can tell me."


Rosarum et Tulips Ch. 01



Gloria burst into sudden tears. "When I found out that Andrew died in that car accident...you knew we had a three-year-old named Henry?"

Murphy nodded. "Yes, I saw it in the paper."

"Well, I was pregnant a second time. This time, we were going to have a daughter, and we were going to call her Elizabeth, and I'd just found out that day that she was a girl. When the police delivered the news to me, I said thank you and they left. Then I lost her..." Gloria cried even harder. "I lost my husband and my son and my daughter...all in one day!" she sobbed, rocking back and forth.

Murphy stood up and walked around the table. She put her arms around Gloria and kissed her forehead. "Don't worry," she said. "You suffered three terrible losses, but it will all work out. I know you're hurting, but you're safe with me, okay? You're safe with me."

Without even having dessert, and even though it was barely nine o'clock, Gloria said she wanted to have an early night. Murphy nodded and Gloria agreed to walk her to the door. Just before Murphy opened it to step out into the night, she turned back to her.

"I'm really sorry," she said.

Gloria shook her head and wiped away the last of her tears. "It's okay," she assured her. "I'll be all right."

Murphy nodded and put on a tight smile. "I guess I'll see you the next time my brothers or sisters get in trouble again," she said with a dark little chuckle which made her face flush a little.

"Well, maybe next Friday you could come over," Gloria offered. "We can get a pizza and watch a movie next time. What do you say?"

Murphy smiled, her insides tingling again. "Yes, that'd be fine," she said to Gloria, hoping her smile didn't give too much away.

"Good," said Gloria, holding out her hand. "Good night."

"Good night," Murphy said, taking her hand. The current, this time, overtook everything and caused Murphy to pull Gloria towards her. She saw Gloria gasp one second before their lips met. She didn't struggle, but she didn't move much either. Not knowing what else to do, Murphy kept it strictly to a slight open-mouthed kiss before pulling back. She gave the shocked older woman a little smile before walking backwards. She opened the door and walked out into the night right before sticking her head back inside the house. "Good night," she said again, and shut the door behind her, feeling like she could do cartwheels all over Gloria's lawn.

Murphy drove home happily that night. Her parents were still not home, and upon going in, she found that Nathan had gone home, Sebastian, Devon and Lucy were in bed, and that "responsible" Ethan was asleep on the couch with the T.V. on. Murphy rolled her eyes and switched off the T.V. and covered Sebastian with the couch's afghan. 

Then she climbed the stairs and checked Sebastian and Devon's room, which was on the left. The lights were out and they were both snoring. Rolling her eyes with a smile on her face, she went down the hall to Lucy's room, and slowly opened the door. To her surprise, the nearly-twelve-year-old was awake and staring at her older sister.

"Well, hello," Murphy said. "It's way past your bedtime, young lady. Why are you still up?"

Lucy sighed. "I wanted to read more of that book..."

Murphy sighed. "Well, it is Friday night. Okay. We can read a couple of chapters, but at ten o'clock, it's lights out, okay?"

Lucy nodded eagerly at Murphy. She handed her the last Harry Potter book and eagerly clapped her hands.

"Okay...ooh, it's the last chapter!" she said, giving Lucy a grin. "Nineteen years later..." She read, and was again pulled into the wizarding world where Harry and Ginny were married with three kids, and Ron and Hermione were married with two kids. Malfoy was married with a son, and he and Harry didn't despise each other anymore. Two of Harry's kids were off to Hogwarts, and one of Hermione's and Ron's. Everything slowly fell into place as Albus Severus boarded the train and said goodbye. And even Ginny assured Harry that he would be all right. "...All was well," Murphy said, a little sigh of contentment coming from Lucy. "Are you tired yet?" she asked her little sister, who nodded.

"Yes," she replied.

"Good," Murphy said, kissing Lucy on the forehead and putting the book on her nightstand. She then crossed the room and turned off the light and shut the door behind her.

Thankfully, it was only another few steps to her bedroom and she managed to get inside her door and lock it just as Ethan woke up downstairs. She was careful to switch off her light and lock the door so he would know not to come inside and bother her. 

She stripped down to her nakedness, and lay on her bed again. She then stroked her pussy, and made herself come within minutes while thinking of the kiss she'd shared with Gloria, and how much more she'd wanted to do with her. She imagined her naked, and grinning at her as she lay upon her bed and stroked her pussy, driving her half-mad with lust as she wished to lick it. And then it was all over. 

Then Murphy took a shower, and went to sleep.

The next week had Murphy busy with various essays and routine assignments so she hardly had time for anything except schoolwork. She was tired by Thursday, completely worn down from the hard week which had consisted of four tests, three essays, and two quizzes. At eleven o'clock, after four hours of studying, she decided to check her email, take a shower, and go to bed.

There was an email from Gloria in her inbox from Tuesday. Frantic that she'd missed important correspondence time, she hastily clicked the email. All it said was she was looking forward to their pizza and a movie. Nothing more, nothing less. Satisfied, Murphy allowed herself five minutes of pussy stroking before taking a shower and calling it a night.

The next day, after a long day at school, Murphy enlisted Ethan to be in charge of pick up that day. Since Sebastian had theater, Devon had baseball and Lucy had track, she figured he'd be kept busy for a while. Also, their mom's would be busy in court until well after she'd be gone, so everything would work out perfectly.

She headed down to the local lingerie shop, and decided on a sexy black number that showed off her triple C breasts, amazing curves, and her perfect legs. The salesgirl, who looked to be about twenty-two and who introduced herself as Fiona, helped her into it.

"How do I look?" she asked, posing for her.

"You look gorgeous, miss," she replied. "I'm sure your boyfriend will be very happy with it."

"Not my boyfriend, my middle school principal," she said. "She's a widow and totally hot. I will be fucking her tonight."

Fiona blushed and giggled. "Well, it's enough to make my pussy wet," she said, letting out a second giggle.

Murphy gave her a sideways glance. "Oh, really?" she said. "Are their cameras back here?" she asked.

"They're broken today..."

"Is anyone else shopping now?"

"No..."

"Are you the only girl working right now?"

"Yes, miss..."

Murphy grinned. "You find me attractive?"

"Yes."

"Are you a lesbian?" Murphy asked, stepping toward her.

"Yes, I think so," Fiona said, not moving.

Murphy shoved her gently against the dressing room wall and kissed her while simultaneously rubbing her clit. "Do you like that?" she whispered into Fiona's neck, marveling at how smoothed her shaved pussy was.

"Yes," Fiona moaned, beginning to buck for Murphy.

"Good...good girl," Murphy said as Fiona came a moment later. She took a towelette from her bag and enjoyed licking Fiona's orgasm and tonguing Fiona all at once.

"Would you like the 20% off discount, miss?" Fiona asked, beginning to straighten her little black dress and re-positioning her hair.

That night, Murphy arrived at Gloria's house right on time. She had a blue short sleeved shirt and a pair of sweat pants over her naughty black number, and this time brought a bouquet of red roses to Gloria's, in the midst of some very potent baby's breath.

Gloria opened the door and greeted Murphy with a smile. "Come on in," she said, just like the first time. "Those for me?"

"Yes," Murphy said, handing over the roses. 

"I love roses," Gloria said. "I'll just put these in some water. Why don't you go through to the living room and make yourself comfortable. You can pick the movie if you like."

Murphy went into the living room and admitted to herself that she loved the modern couch. It looked wonderful to fuck on, but she figured that Gloria's bed would be better. She opened a wall cabinet and perused the various DVD's and picked out Love Actually, because she wanted to hear some English accents and she liked all the stories.

She hit the play button just as Gloria came in with the roses. She put them on a table a little bit away from the couch, and came to sit down. "This is a good one," Gloria commented. "When it's halfway through, we'll order the pizza, okay?"

Murphy nodded. When Liam Neeson's character questions his stepson about whether or not he's in love, Murphy paused it and Gloria dialed Pizza O'Mama's. "Hello, pizza for delivery," she said. "Okay. One medium mushroom, bacon, pineapple, and olives. A medium chicken, feta cheese, garlic, and parmesean. An order of cheesy garlic bread-sticks. And we'll also have your large chocolate caramel cake with vanilla ice cream. Okay, $51.21? Yes, that's fine. Cash, I'll be paying cash. Forty minutes? That will be fine. My address is 69 W. Maple Drive. Okay, see you in forty minutes. Okay, goodbye."

"That's kind of expensive for dinner," Murphy remarked as Gloria hung up the phone. "Do you want me to pay $25? $30?"

Gloria shook her head, and gave Murphy a smile. "My house, my treat," she said indulgently. "Now, press play."

Sooner than expected, they had their dinner just in time for the movie's talent show at the school. When the film was finished, Murphy put in Elf, even though it wasn't Christmas. After that was over, and dinner and dessert had been consumed, they had a long conversation.

When it came to a lull, Murphy took her chance. "What did you think about last week?" she asked carefully.

"What about last week?" Gloria asked.

Murphy sighed. "I kissed you," she said. "What did you think of that? I left before you really did anything."

Gloria sighed. "I was just wondering how you knew..."

"Knew? What?" she asked.

"Well...I've been a lesbian all my life."

"But...your husband..."

"He's the only man I ever loved," Gloria explained. "When I was fourteen years old, my mom died and my stepfather repeatedly abused me. Just before my fifteenth birthday, he made me work as a hooker, and how I resented it. For three years I worked, and in my second year, just after my seventeenth birthday, I met Andrew. He told me to distance myself from the business and to leave it entirely. My stepfather would threaten to beat and rape me if I did such a thing, so out of fear, I stayed. Just a month before I turned eighteen, my stepfather discovered that I was on the pill. He was a religious fanatic who believed that birth control was wrong, and he nearly beat me to an inch of my life. A month later, I slept with Andrew for the first time, got pregnant, married him, and ran away from my stepfather, but not before turning him in. He's serving thirty-five years, and I changed my name so he can't find me."

"Are you a lesbian...because you resent all the meant who ever demeaned you?" Murphy asked.

"I suppose that's some of it," Gloria replied. "But, then again, Andrew never treated me like a hooker. He treated me like a princess, and I loved every minute of it."

Murphy found herself scooting closer to Gloria. "I love every minute with you," she said quietly.

Gloria turned and looked at Murphy. She reached out and wove her fingers in hers, and the electric current began once more. Murphy leaned in and kissed Gloria, and this time Gloria responded by opening her mouth and caressing Murphy's tongue. That worked up Murphy's courage who pulled off Gloria's clothes and then her own.

Gloria gasped at Murphy's outfit. "You were planning this, were you?" she said, a knowing smile on her face.

Murphy shrugged. "I couldn't help it. I wanted to fuck you ever since I graduated, I just wasn't old enough to understand it yet." 

She leaned down and kissed Gloria's radiant neck, and Gloria moaned softly with every touch and kiss Murphy did. She stuck her tongue out and gently licked Gloria's bare skin as Gloria pulled at Murphy's outfit.

"What?" Murphy asked, a chuckle behind her voice. "Baby, what is it?" she said, smiling down at her lover.

"I...I think we should go to my bedroom," she replied.

"So do I," Murphy said. "Lead the way, lover."

Gloria took Murphy by the hand and led her down the hall and up the stairs, down another hall and into a massive room. The sheets were cream colored and perfectly soft. Murphy pushed Gloria down and kissed her, and massaged her breasts, which were immaculate. 

"God, your breasts are amazing," Murphy said, kissing her way down Gloria's neck for the second time and sucking on them. "God, they're so beautiful," she whispered against her skin, causing goose bumps to appear on Gloria's perfectly tanned skin.

"Thank you," Gloria whispered, which quickly turned into a moan. "You can't know how wet you're making me right now...you can't know..."

"I'm about to find out," Murphy said, and got down on her knees and spread Gloria's beautiful legs. She inhaled her pussy and looked at it in the light. It was completely drenched, and Gloria was moving around the bed impatiently, waiting for Murphy to begin licking. 

She didn't have to wait too long, and Murphy began licking with her long, perfect tongue. Gloria gasped at the feeling of Murphy's tongue making contact with one of her most sensitive areas. She began to squirm in a moment of passion, and couldn't seem to stop. She gasped and moaned and finally pulled Murphy's head so as it wouldn't stop licking her until she had an orgasm.

"You like this?" Murphy asked.

"Oh, God, yes!" Gloria cried, her hips bucking faster still.

Murphy licked her index and middle finger and stuck them into Gloria's eager pussy. Then she took her thumb and rubbed her clit, all the while she gently licked Gloria's pussy lips. 

"I don't know why I'm squirming so much," Gloria gasped.

"It means you're going to come," Murphy replied.

"I'm going to come so much... OH!" she cried, and Murphy became drenched with Gloria's juices.

"Oh, baby, you taste incredible," she said, crawling up her lover's body to her face. "Here, lick my face," she said. "Taste yourself..."

"That was amazing," Gloria whispered as she licked Murphy's face.

Murphy smiled and crawled further so as she was sitting on Gloria's face. "I want you to lick me, stick your fingers in me...whatever you have to do. I want to come on your face," she said. 

Gloria held on tightly to Murphy's hips and moved them back and forth. It was made clear in the beginning what Gloria wanted Murphy to do so she moved her pussy back and forth over Gloria's wanting mouth. As she began to moan, Murphy knew that it would be anytime now before she would come over her new lover's face.

"This is so great," Murphy groaned. "Oh...oh! Yes! Don't stop, baby! Oh, baby, please don't stop!" she told Gloria.

"I'm not going to stop, sweetie," she said, and finally Murphy came all over Gloria's face.

Murphy crawled back down so as they were in the missionary position. She smiled down at Gloria and licked her face, ending with a kiss. Then she put her knee into Gloria's pussy and straddled Gloria's right leg. Then she began to move back and forth, and the movement on her pussy just felt brilliantly choreographed and pleasurable. She felt herself coming on Gloria's leg in no time, and Gloria soon came on her knee. 

Murphy then collapsed onto Gloria, and they both breathed heavily. "Well?" she asked her former principal. "How was that?"

Gloria, still gasping, managed to say, "That was the best goddamn sex I've ever had!"

"Me too," Murphy whispered. "God...that was fucking awesome..."

Gloria giggled. "I forget that you're a teenager," she said.

Murphy smirked and picked her head up and looked down at her. "Only for two more years, lover," she said.

Gloria smiled and leaned up to kiss Murphy. She put her arms around her waist and sighed. "I am so happy that you're here. Do you think you can come over next Friday?"

Murphy, unseen by Gloria, grinned. "Why?" she asked innocently.

Gloria pulled back and looked at Murphy full in the face. "Because next week I'm going to buy a strap on and take you from the back," she said very seriously.

Murphy grinned down at her. "I'll make sure I clear my calendar," she said, leaning down and kissing Gloria again.



Rosarum et Tulips Ch. 02



Murphy stood in her bedroom, wondering what to do. She stared outside at the rain, and realized that it was a typical day in New York. Her parents, Amber and Mandy, were at their law firm and weren't due back until six. Her oldest brother, Ethan, was out with his new girlfriend, Chrissy, and would not be back until curfew, which was at eleven. Sebastian was at his play rehearsal, they were doing Singin' in the Rain, and he'd gotten the role of Cosmo Brown, best friend to the lead. 

Murphy felt herself pacing her bedroom again. The words, Hey, Moms, I'm gay, just didn't sound right. When Sebastian had told them, it was only natural for them to be okay with it, because they were gay, too. Well... technically Ethan's bio-mom, Amber, was bisexual, but hadn't been in a relationship with a man since high school. The man, oddly enough, was Murphy's father, Ben, who was in jail somewhere in Seattle, where Amber and Mandy were from. But that was another story...

There was a knock at her door and Murphy's thoughts broke as she crossed the room to answer it. Her youngest siblings, the twins, Devon and Lucy, were standing there. "What?" Murphy asked in the most polite voice she could muster.

"It's just that Carson's mom is here," Devon said, his voice slowly beginning to mature. The twins had just turned twelve, and were reminding everyone every minute, every hour, at every opportunity that they would be thirteen in less than a year. It was enough to get on your nerves.

"What?" Murphy asked, unsure of what Carson had to do with anything.

Lucy sighed, and pushed her golden brown hair out of her face. "Carson, Devon's best friend and my boyfriend," she reminded her.

"Right, right," Murphy said, trying not to freak out that her twelve-year-old baby sister had a boyfriend. "Sure. His mom's going to be there, right?"

"Am I not a good chaperone?" demanded Devon.

"I didn't mean..." Murphy sighed, not in the mood for any complications. "Of course you are," she said, ruffling Devon's dark hair. "It's just that Moms' rules are that an adult has to be there."

"She'll be sitting a row behind us, with you," Lucy said, giving Devon her charming, innocent smile.

"No, I want to sit with Carson! He's my best friend...!"

"But you're not his girlfriend, are you?" Lucy asked.

"All right, you two," Murphy said. "You don't want to keep Mrs. Williams waiting, do you? It would be rude." She reached into her pocket and handed them each a ten-dollar bill. "For popcorn and a small drink," she said. "Luc, if Carson was a gentleman, he would offer to help pay."

"He buys her lunch at school," Devon said over his shoulder as they quickly disappeared down the hall and out the door.

Murphy let out a sigh and fell onto her back onto her bed, her jet-black hair spilling around her. She'd dyed it black just a couple of months ago, because Gloria said she'd always wanted to fuck someone with black hair. With a smile at that thought, Murphy quickly dialed Gloria's number. It was Saturday, not their usual night together, but Gloria had informed Murphy of a twenty-four-hour bug she'd caught from a student. However, her cell phone rang once and went to voicemail, so that couldn't be helped. She let out an exasperated groan and fell back down onto her pillows.

A sudden vibration caught her off guard and caused her to look intently at her phone. Seeing as it was only Nathan, she answered with a fed-up, totally cranky, "What?!"

"It's Nathan," said the voice on the other end. "Am I in trouble?"

"Oh, no," Murphy said. 

"What were you up to?" he asked.

She let out a sigh. "Well, I was just writing my essay of acceptance to their acceptance to Dartmouth," she answered.

"Dartmouth, really?" Nathan said, happiness in his voice. "That's great! Why did you pick there?"

"A...friend of mine suggested it," she said quickly.

"Uh-huh," Nathan said. "So, um, the Dads and Joel and Theresa are getting pizza and a movie tonight. I was wondering if you wanted to do something or something..."

"Do something or something?" she asked. "Very poetic..."

"Come on," said Nathan. "Like you have anything better to do..."

"Well..." Murphy looked at her computer where half of her essay was all typed up and pristine. It had to be ten pages, and she had about five and a quarter pages finished, and she didn't have to mail it for another two weeks; plus, it was always fun to see Nathan. "I'm going to go for a drive," she said at last. "I may end up coming by...but I don't know..."

"Okay," he said. "Hope to see you..."

Murphy nodded even though he couldn't see her and hung up the phone. It was second nature now to grab her car keys, a coat, and some shoes as she headed out of her bedroom. She locked the door behind her and went to the driveway, where her car was. She automatically unlocked it and climbed in, easily fitting the key into the egnition.

She absentmindedly drove down the rainy street, looking for something to do, something interesting. There was a new club on the street, and she could hear disco dance type music pumping from inside. The bouncer was a rather large man of African American descent, and she knew that she had to get in somehow. 

She parked on the other side of the street and looked around her car. It was wonderful that her best friend June had left the outfit that she'd made Murphy buy at the mall last week. Only June knew about her relationship with Gloria, but only that she was a woman and a little bit older. It was a skin-tight, black number with no sleeves, new black Prada boots that reached her knees, and a black leather jacket. 

June's gold locket, which she'd loaned to her three days ago, fit perfectly between her triple-C breasts as she quickly put on the outfit in the car. A tube of red lipstick, and black eye-liner, and black mascara completed the ensamble perfectly. On a moment of daring luck, she also added a good amount of blush to her cheeks and gold eyeshadow as she stepped out of the car, just as it stopped raining.

She crossed the street, no cars for the moment, and walked right up to the bouncer, who was trying his best to act professional as soon as Murphy walked up to him. "May I go in?" she asked seductively.

"Are you twenty-one?" he asked, trying his best to sound gruff.

"I don't know," whispered Murphy as she put a fifty-dollar bill into his arm, which he quickly noticed. "I'll bet that's thirty-dollars more than you make an hour."

"Twenty," he said.

"Really?" Murphy asked, putting her lips up to his ear. "Listen...I really need to go in. Please?" she asked.

"All right," the man said, and pulled down the rope.

"Thank you," Murphy said, and giggled as she stepped inside. 

Flashing lights momentarily blinded her, but soon she was able to see all around her. There was a bar, a dance floor, romantic booths, a D.J., flat screen T.V.'s, and even a private upstairs if your nights took a turn for the better.

She walked up to the bar and sat down. "Scotch on the rocks, please," she said, giving the bartender a coy smile.

"Are you twenty-one?" he asked.

"I'm in here, aren't I?"

He sighed. "Are you?"

Murphy leaned forward and bent over the bar, so that her amazing tits were halfway in view. "Am I?" she asked.

"Fine," he said, his eyes lighting up at the attention. "Scotch on the rocks it is!" He made it and put it in front of her. "First drink is on the house," he said quickly.

"Okay," Murphy said, taking his hand. "Here's a tip," she said, and kissed him on the cheek.

The man laughed and Murphy threw her head back and drank. She'd sampled various beverages while at Gloria's, but never hard stuff like this. It was a wonderful flavor, and for a moment she couldn't see straight, but soon her eyesight improved.

"Can I get you anything else?" the bartender asked. "Name's Max, by the way."

"Well, Max, I'm Murphy," she said. "I'll take a martini."

He nodded and made her one. "Six bucks," he said.

Murphy gave him the money and gave her martini the same treatment as she'd the scotch. "Wow," she whispered. This drink was even better than the first. "Give me a tequila," she said, a giggle escaping her lips.

"Seven-fifty," Max said, and Murphy delivered the bills.

She was just looking around when she saw a familiar face in a private booth from across the way. It was Gloria, sitting with the school secretary's intern, Violet, who was about three months Murphy's junior. She watched them, facinated, when all of a sudden, Violet leaned over and kissed Gloria on the mouth. Gloria, instead of throwing her off, put her arms around her and pulled her out of the booth and up the stairs.

Murphy felt betrayal corse through her veins. She had no idea what to do. It was a sense of loss that fell through her then, and Max refilled her tequilla, and she paid him.

She felt a tap on her shoulder, and turned around. It was a woman of about twenty-four, and she held out her hand. "Hi," she said. 

"Hey," said Murphy.

"What's your name?"

"Murphy," she answered. "Yours?"

"I'm Crystal. Dance?" she asked.

"Would love to," Murphy said, downing her tequila. "Let's go."

They walked onto the dance floor and began grinding against one another. It instantly made Murphy wet, and she adored being in the front. She reached back and grabbed Chrystal's perfect ass. She could barely detect Crystal reaching in between her legs from behind her.

"God, you are so wet," she whispered in her ear.

"You're making me wet," she answered.

"Do you want to go upstairs?"

Murphy turned around. "Do they have rooms up there?" she asked.

Crystal nodded. "Yes. Do you want to?"

"God, yes," Murphy said.

They went upstairs, where an obvious gay man handed them a key to the room seven. They walked down the hall and opened the door to an appealing-looking room which looked straight out of an upscale version of Better Home's and Gardens.

Murphy walked across the room and pulled off all of her clothes, then yanked off all of Chrystal's clothes. She pushed Crystal onto the bed and they began kissing with an exorbitant amount of heat and passion, and it wasn't long before they were tribbing one another. Within minutes, Crystal had come all over Murphy's leg, and Murphy had done the same with Crystal, leaving them panting in orgasmic pleasure.

"Do you want to use anything?" Crystal. asked.

"I don't have S.T.D.'s," Murphy answered. "I've only ever been with two people, and we've used protection...I'm on the pill..."

Chrystal laughed. "No, not that. I don't have any S.T.D.'s either," she said quickly. "But..." She went to the bedside table, where she opened a drawer, revealing many sex toys. "They come in here whenever people are done and sanitize them," she explained. "Do you want to use one?"

"Yes," Murphy said, staring at Crystal's amazing naked body. Her breasts were immaculate at double-D size and perfectly suckable. In a fit of overwhelming desire and passion, she threw Chrystal onto the bed and grabbed the biggest step-on she could find. "Get on your back," she ordered then. "I want to see your face when I make you come."

Crystal grinned because she liked to be ordered and rolled to her back. She spread her legs as Murphy lubed up the cock and straddled her. She entered Crystal quickly and began to thrust right away. Crystal began to buck her hips immediately and Murphy grinned down at her.

"Do you like that?" she asked.

"Yes! Don't stop!" Crystal screamed.

"I won't, baby! Just don't move! Don't move!" she said, and began slapping Crystal's breasts playfully. Remembering her thoughts about Crystal's nipples, she bent down and, while thrusting, began to suck on Crystal's gorgeous nipples.

Crystal came a moment later. "Do you want me to do something to you?" she asked.

Murphy sighed and politely declined. She got dressed and walked out of the room, down the stairs, across the dance floor, and out of the club. Feeling drained, she didn't thank the kind bouncer, and simply stumbled her way to her car. She had such a headache, and found herself driving all the way to Nathan's house. Cursing herself for being so stupid for driving while drunk, she was glad that no cars besides Nathan's were outside.

She parked, then proceeded to vomit into some bushes. She washed out her mouth and popped in an Altoid, and went up to the door. Nathan came to it, and she fell sobbing into his arms. She didn't tell him what was wrong, but succeeded in ruining his shirt with mascara.

"It's okay, Murph," he assured her. "I never liked this shirt anyway..."

"Yes, you did!" Murphy sobbed. "It's your favorite...!"

"What's the matter?" he asked, beginning to rock her.

She sighed. "I went to that new club over on seventeenth," she confessed, not looking at him.

"That's a twenty-one and over club..."

Murphy sighed. "I know it is, Nathan. I bribed the bouncer with a fifty..."

"What else did you do?"

"I got drunk...and I ended up going upstairs..."

"Who did you go up with?"

"Crystal," she said brokenly.

"I'm thinking a male exotic dancer or a woman," he said.

"It was a woman."

"Really?" he asked.

She nodded. "Yes. But I was drunk!" she cried.

Nathan smiled. "I don't care who you went up with," he said. 

"Thank you," she said, looking up at him. 

Their eyes locked on each other's, and soon they were kissing and his hands and hers became knotted in each other's hair. He picked her up and took her to his bedroom and lay her down on his bed. He undressed her with tender loving care, and began to kiss her up and down her body. He then undressed himself, and climbed on top of her. He then went inside her, and Murphy let out a groan, realizing that they weren't using protection. But suddenly it didn't matter, because she knew that it would be all right.  

She grabbed Nathan's ass and used it to push deeper inside her. In no time, they were both screaming and yelling and whooping. He pulled out a second too late and lay beside her, not even thinking about it.

"Sorry about that," he said after a moment.

"What?"

"I know you don't like me...that way..."

Murphy chuckled. "We're adults," she said, putting her head on his chest and letting out a sigh. "It's all right, really."

Later, at home, Murphy hid the outfit and quickly took a shower. Then, even though it was only eleven thirty, she climbed into bed and fell asleep.

For the next month, Murphy kept making excuses about how she couldn't go and see Gloria. One week, she was sick. Another week, she had too much homework. The third week, she had to babysit. And the fourth week, she had to do a family dinner. 

Then, one Thursday, five weeks later, Ethan left school to go hang out with Chrissy, and Murphy went to Sebastian, Devon, and Lucy's school. Thursday was the only day that Sebastian didn't have his musical meet, to he was waiting with Devon and Lucy...outside the principal's office. Just as Murphy walked up to the double doors, she saw all of them sitting there. Groaning, she pulled open the door and narrowed her eyes at them.

"Who's in trouble today?" she asked.

"All of us," Sebastian said, his head in his hands. "They could pull me out of the musical..."

"What happened?" Murphy question.

Lucy sighed. "I started it."

"How?"

"I took a walk with Carson at lunch and he kissed me..."

Murphy raised her eyebrows. Good for Luc, she thought. "Well...kissing is fun and all, but not for school." She turned to her brothers. "And what did you two do?"

Devon crossed his arms. "I went in and gave Carson a good, much-deserved pop in the mouth."

Murphy slapped her hand to her forehead. "No," she said. "What did you do, Sebastian?" she asked.

"I tried to break it up," he said, and, when he looked up, he had a purple black eye. "They said in make-up that it's difficult to hide this thing..."

"Who punched you?"

"Carson," Sebastian replied.

Murphy sighed just as the door opened. Carson stepped out of the office and Gloria smiled brightly at Murphy.

"Hello, Murphy," she said.

"Hey, Principal James," she said, and walked into her office.

Gloria shut the door behind her. She pulled down the curtain on her large window and began to feel Murphy up. "I've missed this," she whispered into her ear.

Suddenly, Murphy couldn't take it anymore. She pulled away from her. "You mean, after you cheated on me?!" she cried.

"Cheated on you? What are you talking about?" Gloria asked, shock crossing her beautiful face. "I love you!"

"You love me?!" Murphy spat. "Then why did you fuck Violet Jennings last week at Seventeen?!"

Gloria's eyes widened. "How did you even get in there?"

"I conned the bouncer," she said proudly. "Why were you even there with her, anyway? Kissing...and then you took her upstairs to fuck her."

Gloria sighed and shook her head. She reached into her desk and pulled out a picture in a silver frame. In it was Gloria...and a girl who looked just like her...a twin. "See?" she said.

Murphy took a step back. "I...what?"

"That's Harmony," Gloria said. "She's my twin sister. Harmony is three minutes older than me. She lives in Boston, and she came down here for work. She's a painter," said Gloria.

"And...a lesbian?" Murphy asked.

"Yes, my sister is gay," she replied. "I introduced her to Violet because they both wanted to meet new people. Violet just discovered she was gay, and wanted the woman's experience, and Harmony just came off of a bad relationship."

"Oh, God," Murphy said. "Do you...do you have a trash can?"

"Why?"

Without waiting for a positive answer, Murphy grabbed the bin and vomited into it. "Shit," she whispered. "God...fuck...no."

"What is it?" Gloria asked.

"Just...don't," Murphy said. "You know...I graduate in a week, and it would just better if we took some time... I need some time. Why don't you email my parents their punishments, and please don't take Sebastian out of the musical. He's a piece maker, not a fighter." Slowly, Murphy stood up and took the offered towel from Gloria. "Thanks," she said as she walked out of the office.

"Are you all right?" they all asked when she stepped out.

"Yeah, just the flu," she said as they walked outside.

Murphy drove over to Nathan's that night, and nobody was home except for him again. He greeted her warmly, and made her an egg salad sandwich. He watched her eat, and rubbed her back when she asked him to. "You're tense," he commented.

"Oh, thank you," Murphy said sarcastically. "I have something for you." She reached into her pocket, and took out a blue envelope. "It's a ticket to my graduation," she said. "It's for the family. I want you all there, if you can come," she added quickly. 

"Of course we can come," he answered, taking the envelope and looking at it. He opened it and read it. "Ah, our Murph," he said.

Murphy rolled her eyes as she finished her sandwich. She put Nathan's hands onto her shoulders. "I'm a little tired," she said. "Would you mind if I took a nap on the couch?"

"That's fine," he said. "I was working on an essay at the kitchen table. Will the computer keys keep you up?"

"No, I think I'll be fine," she answered, getting up and going into the living room and lying on the couch. She shut her eyes...and began to dream.

She saw Gloria standing in her office, staring at her. Then Murphy put her arms around her, and Gloria threw her off.

"Please, I love you," she heard herself say.

"No! Don't touch me."

Then she bent down and pulled up Gloria's skirt. She moved Gloria's panties and began to lick her perfect asshole as Gloria slowly began to melt. She stuck her tongue up inside Gloria's ass and Gloria began to scream in a quick moment of passion.

"I am so glad they got rid of Saturday school!" she cried, pounding onto her desk. She grabbed Murphy's head and turned around. She dragged her panties off of her and shoved Murphy's head into her pussy. "Yes...yes...oh, God, lick me! Lick my pussy! Lick my pussy! Oh...oh, God! Yes!" she screamed, her legs kicking a she got closer and closer to an orgasm. "Oh, oh God, don't stop...make me come...please, please, make me come. I don't care if you cheated on me, Murphy! The thought of you licking another woman's pussy makes me so hot and horny!"




Rosarum et Tulips Ch. 02



"Good," Murphy said against Gloria's pussy,"because I'm not going to stop until you've come all over my face!"

"Oh, God!" Gloria screamed. "Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Then suddenly everything changed, like it was a painting and all the colors were turning to mud. She was caught in a forest of painted trees, and there was no way out. In the distance, she heard someone crying, and when she finally saw who it was, she saw Gloria in her office. She tried to run to her, but found that she couldn't move.

"Excuse me, Principal James?" came Violet Jennings' voice. "I'm sorry to bother you, but can I talk to you?"

"Yes, I'm sorry, Violet. Please come in."

"Thank you," Violet said. Her pretty black skin shone in the bright lights of the office, and Murphy knew that Gloria noticed. "Listen, now that Harmony's back in Boston, there's something I want to do. Will you help me?" she asked.

"What do you need help with?" Gloria asked.

Violet crossed the room and climbed up on Gloria's lap, and quickly put her arms around her neck. "First, you're going to kiss me," she said. "Then, you're going to unbutton my top and take off my bra so you can suck on my nipples. Then, I am going to unzip your skirt, take off your panties, and lick the shit out of your white pussy."

Murphy could see Gloria shiver at that. Without listening to Violet, however, Gloria slammed her down onto her desk and spread her legs. She took off Violet's panties and bent her head, her tongue slowly beginning to caress Violet's pussy.

"Don't stop, please," Violet moaned.

Gloria chuckled. "Wouldn't plan on it," she said, and slapped Violet's gorgeous ass.

"No, no, stop!" Murphy screamed. "Don't! No, no, no!"

"Murphy? Murphy!" 

Murphy slowly opened her eyes to find Nathan shaking her. "Are you all right? What's wrong?"

Murphy shook her head. "They were burning my Dartmouth essay," she said lamely.

"Who was?"

"Benjamin Franklin and King George III," she answered.

"Very nice," Nathan said. "They've kind of been dead for a while now. I think you're safe from them."

"Right," Murphy said, smiling at Nathan.

He leaned down and kissed her. "I'm all done with work. Would you like to go upstairs?"

Murphy sighed. "No, thanks," she said with another smile. "I think I should go home. Last week of high school tests are murder. Tomorrow is the last normal day of high school as I know it, and it's after nine. I'm going to go home, take a shower, and go to bed." She kissed Nathan on the forehead, stood up, and walked out the door.

One week later, Murphy accepted her diploma, and the position as valedicorian. It was fun, being that she had a GPA of 4.7, and everyone that she cared about was there. No sign of Gloria, thank God, and even Nathan had come to the ceremony. He met up with Murphy afterwards, and gave her a hug. They'd been hanging out more these past few weeks, and it was safe to say that they were dating.

"So...Dartmouth?" Nathan asked.

Murphy nodded. "Yes."

"I think they have hospitals up there..."

"What?" Murphy asked.

Nathan chuckled. "I have a job offer at Alice Peck Day Memorial Hospital," he answered. "It's near the campus...so...I was thinking...if I took the job, would you like to move in together?"

"Yes!" Murphy cried.

"Well...I'd like to give you this," he said, reaching into his pocket and taking out a diamond right. "Your Moms are okay with it, and so are my Dads, but only if you are, too." Then, Nathan got down on one knee. "Murph, will you marry me?"

"Yes," Murphy said, a polite smile on her face. "I will...there is something else for me, too," she said as Nathan put the ring onto her finger.

"What is it?" he asked.

Murphy sighed. "I'm pregnant," she said quietly. "I'm about six weeks...and it's yours." 

Nathan smiled. "That sounds perfect," he said. "Got any names in mind?" he asked her.

"Tiffany for a girl, John for a boy," she answered.

Nathan smiled again. "Wonderful names, sweetheart," he said.

"Murphy?"

Murphy turned around and saw Gloria standing there. "Nate, could you give us a minute?" she asked. "She's an old friend," she whispered. "She was my middle school principal."

"Of course," Nathan said, kissing her before walking away.

"I see you've moved on quickly," Gloria said shortly. "Is that an engagement ring?" she asked.

Murphy sighed. "I kinda sorta dated him in my early high school days," she said quietly. "And...well, if you must know, I'm pregnant."

"So you cheated on me?"

"Nobody knows about that," she said quietly. "Do you want to ruin everything and tell everyone now?"

Gloria sighed. "No," she said. "I just...came here to see if we had another chance, and to tell you that I love you, but I guess we don't have another chance," she said quietly. "But it doesn't matter. I've found someone else, too."

"You have?" Murphy asked.

Gloria nodded. "Yes. Harmony went back to Boston and Violet and I became close. We fucked in my office about a week ago."

Murphy blinked, trying her best not to cry. "Oh," she said.

"Yes. We're moving in together next fall. She's going to NYU."

"Very nice," she answered, nodding Nathan back over. "Well, it was great to see you," Murphy said. "Come on, Nate. Our parents are waiting," she said, walking away.

"She's a great girl," Gloria said to Nathan.

"She is," Nathan said.

"Hold onto her," Gloria said. "You just never know when a girl like that can change her mind," she said, and walked away from him.



Rosarum et Tulips Ch. 03



Murphy felt like she was going to vomit, and it had nothing to do with the constant morning sickness she was suffering from. As she and Nathan touched down in New Hampshire from New York, she felt totally and completely dreadful. Rain splattered on her window in the first class section of their plane, and she wanted more than anything to get off this flight. She wanted to turn around, and return to New York. She wanted to turn back time, and suddenly wind up in Gloria's office, licking her pussy.

"Murphy?" Nathan's voice floated to her as she heard and felt the plane grind to a halt.

Hm, grind, she thought. She remembered the night, four months ago, when she bribed the bouncer at Seventeen to let her in. She's seen her lover's twin sister, Harmony, with Violet Jennings, involved in some heavy petting, before adjourning upstairs to fuck. 

Her stomach twisted in knots when she recalled grinding on the dance floor with Crystal, and then, ultimately, having a one night stand with her. Well...half of a one night stand, as—thankfully, of course —Crystal hadn't gone down on her or gone inside her. Even though she was drunk, it pained her to remember it all the same.

Murphy had later found out that the woman she believed was Gloria was in fact her twin sister, Harmony. As a result, she really wasn't acting in revenge, just cheating for the sake of cheating. She thought to come up with the, "I was totally wasted!" excuse, but that was so childish, and so '70's, she thought, recalling her favorite rock band of that era, The Runaways. But then, after Harmony returned to Boston, where she worked as a painter, Gloria had hooked up with beautiful African-American Violet Jennings anyhow. Murphy wondered whose pussy tasted better to Gloria...

"Murphy, did you fall asleep again?" asked Nathan.

Murphy turned and looked at her...fiancé. That word just made her skin crawl when she thought of Nathan that was. She loved Nathan, yes, and yes, he did get her off, but she wasn't in love with him. It had been easy to go with him, because he'd gotten a job offer near Dartmouth, and the fact that she was pregnant with his baby made the pieces just come together.

"Not sleeping," she said, giving him a smile. "Just thinking about our new life together and...stuff."

"And stuff?" Nathan asked with a grin, putting his arm around her shoulders in a good-natured like way. "Don't you think your college professor's will resent the expression 'and stuff'? I know if I ever talked to a patient that way, I'd be in big trouble, and for good reason. A doctor of physician strives never to hurt anyone, and emotional feelings count as much as physical ones, even though they're not as visible."

That's where you're wrong, Murphy thought, kissing Nathan on the cheek, though it made her stomach churn to do so, for she wasn't as straight as everyone thought she was. "We've landed?" she asked.

Nathan nodded, looking up as the flight attendant with beautiful legs announced that they could stand and take their luggage out of the overhead compartment. He stood up and opened the compartment, removing his basic black duffle and Murphy's green roller suitcase. Murphy took it and they were soon allowed to leave the plane and go to baggage claim. 

She was thankful that they were in the same time zone, but she was totally beat from the plane ride and the constant running around. If she wasn't pregnant, she knew she would have simply gotten a cab to her apartment with Nathan and crashed until the next morning, without eating or drinking anything at all. Nathan had asked if they could go out for a big dinner, but Murphy was craving a pizza.

They got online as soon as they got to their apartment. Nathan was only renting this place until they could move into their refurbished brownstone which was an early wedding present from the mom's and the dad's. Murphy and Nathan got to pick everything, but hadn't known up until the last minute that their parents were paying for it and that it was a wedding present. It was not an upsetting thing for either of them.

Murphy sat on the couch from Ikea without bothering to unpack first and pulled out her Galaxy S4—a graduation present. She typed in her address and found a pizza place not far away. She called them and ordered half olives and figs, for Nathan, and half sausage and peppers for herself. She also ordered cheese sticks—deep fried things as thick as a sausage and filled to capacity with mozzarella cheese—and a chocolate caramel cake for dessert. She gave them her credit card number and the address and then there was nothing to do but wait.

"Hon, I'm gonna grab a shower," she called to Nathan.

He stuck his head out of the room he was in down the hall. "You doing all right, babe?" he asked.

Murphy nodded. "I just have a few knots in my back, is all."

Nathan gave her a sly smile. "Do you want some company?"

"No!" Murphy said without thinking. She giggled a bit to cover up her embarrassment. "It's not that. I just need a few minutes..."

Nathan nodded like he understood as Murphy removed her toiletries bag from her purse and walked down the other hallway. She shut and locked the door behind her and turned on the fan in case Nathan tried speaking to her. She didn't want to hear his voice, just for a little while. 

She crossed over to the shower after placing her bag on the counter and managed to get ahold of the nozzle of the shower. She made it to the temperature that she wanted and then turned around to undress. She looked at herself in the floor-length mirror, admiring her breasts, as they'd become immaculate in her pregnancy. Thankfully, she's started using that cocoa butter stuff on her breasts and stomach, so she didn't have any of those disgusting looking stretch marks. 

She thought of Gloria again as she stared at her naked body. She remembered the first email that she'd sent to her.

Dear Murphy,

It was so great to see you after five years! I'm very happy that you got into some good colleges, and I hope you end up happy with whichever one you end up choosing. I went to Dartmouth myself, and it was truly an eye opening experience.

I'm so looking forward to our dinner date this Friday. Do you have any food allergies that I should be aware of? I don't want to poison you by mistake! I just want to make sure you're comfortable.

See you Friday!

Gloria

"Murphy?" Nathan called from the other side of the door.

"Shit," she muttered under her breath. She turned off the shower and crossed to the door, not bothering to throw on a robe or anything. She opened the door and saw Nathan standing there, resembling a whipped puppy. "What's up?" she asked, trying her best to sound concerned.

"Nothing, I just...missed you."

Murphy smiled indulgently at him and pulled the door open wider, so as Nathan could see that she was naked. She got to her knees and unzipped his jeans without hesitation and yanked them down. Then, she pulled down his boxers, ignoring his nervous behavior. He was already hard by the time she'd exposed him, and shook her head at it, her expression a grin. She then took it into her mouth and began to suck it.  Nathan began to groan immediately. She sucked harder and harder still, all the while in tune with his moans of pleasure. She didn't know how long it would take him to reach ecstasy, but it didn't take long at all. He was telling her not to stop one minute, and the next minute, she pulled him from her mouth and he came all over the hallway floor. 

She giggled and got to her feet. She turned to the bathroom sink so as he would have a view of her perfect ass as she washed her hands. "Maybe you could clean that up while I'm in the shower," she said demurely, kicking the door shut with her heel.

"What did you think about last week?" she asked carefully.

"What about last week?" Gloria asked.

Murphy sighed. "I kissed you," she said. "What did you think of that? I left before you really did anything."

Gloria sighed. "I was just wondering how you knew..."

"Knew? What?" she asked. 

"Well...I've been a lesbian all my life."

"But...your husband..."

"He's the only man I ever loved," Gloria explained. "When I was fourteen years old, my mom died and my stepfather repeatedly abused me. Just before my fifteenth birthday, he made me work as a hooker, and how I resented it. For three years I worked, and in my second year, just after my seventeenth birthday, I met Andrew. He told me to distance myself from the business and to leave it entirely. My stepfather would threaten to beat and rape me if I did such a thing, so out of fear, I stayed. Just a month before I turned eighteen, my stepfather discovered that I was on the pill. He was a religious fanatic who believed that birth control was wrong, and he nearly beat me to an inch of my life. A month later, I slept with Andrew for the first time, got pregnant, married him, and ran away from my stepfather, but not before turning him in. He's serving thirty-five years, and I changed my name so he can't find me."

"Are you a lesbian...because you resent all the meant who ever demeaned you?" Murphy asked.

"I suppose that's some of it," Gloria replied. "But, then again, Andrew never treated me like a hooker. He treated me like a princess, and I loved every minute of it."

Murphy found herself scooting closer to Gloria. "I love every minute with you," she said quietly.  Murphy opened her eyes and sighed. This had to stop, she knew that now. It seemed that she had only two options: Suck it up—literally—and marry Nathan and be the good doctor's wife and have his babies; or be happy and get with Gloria and tell her parents the truth.

It would be a long road, that she knew. And it definitely wouldn't be an easy one to take. She worried what would happen if her circles of friends deserted her or something. She knew that it wouldn't be as simple as the façade she'd put about being straight, that was for sure. But then, life wasn't supposed to be easy, was it?

   Things were much better when Murphy's classes began. She was taking English 102, Calculus, Advanced European History, Marine Biology, Poetic Justice, and Basic Health. She was very much impressed with her Advanced European History teacher, Ms. Fox, who was very attractive, yet something seemed very familiar about her. She had a thick French accent, which amused Murphy, as France had been a great enemy of England for hundreds of years. "Could anyone name three kings of England?" asked Ms. Fox. Murphy's hand shot up.

"Yes, Miss—"

"Spezia," Murphy replied. "Murphy Zucchero-Spezia," she said. "Three kings of England are King Edward V—one of the Princes in the Tower—and then there was Henry VIII—infamous for his six wives and his breaking of the Catholic Church and the Pope in Rome whom he renamed the Bishop of Rome—and there was also King George VI—known for his speech impediment that Colin Firth so brilliantly portrayed and got the much-deserved Oscar for the film The King's Speech."

Ms. Fox blinked. "You're right, Miss Zucchero-Spezia," she said. Ms. Fox didn't take her eyes off of Murphy for the entire class. When class was dismissed—Murphy's final class of the day—Ms. Fox asked her to stay behind. Murphy didn't mind at all, and listened.

"I used to teach art at New York University before I discovered my true calling was history," Ms. Fox said.

"Wow, art?" asked Murphy. "That's a really big change, Ms. Fox."

"Please, call me Gabrielle," she said, her thick accented French quickly turning Murphy on. "We're not in class anymore."

Murphy smiled. "All right, Gabrielle," she replied.

"You enjoy history?" she asked.

Murphy nodded. "Yes. It's quite fascinating to me."

Gabrielle's eyes turned and took in Murphy's engagement ring. "The man who holds your heart is fortunate."

Murphy quickly covered the ring and blushed. "Well, I..."

"You are pregnant?" Gabrielle asked.

The student nodded. "Yes."

"You're not straight, are you?" asked her teacher.

Murphy found herself shaking her head. "I'm not."

"And what do Amber and Mandy think about this?" asked Gabrielle in a concerned voice.

Murphy's eyes snapped up. "Excuse me?" she demanded.

"I know your parents."

"Fox," Murphy whispered, her eyes widening. 

"What about it?"

"You fucked one of my mom's!" she accused.

"Not your bio-mom," Gabrielle chuckled. "You look more like Mandy...the other one. I was this close to getting Amber away from her but..." She shrugged her thin, pale shoulders. "She wasn't as into older women as she led me to believe."

"Stop, stop!" Murphy cried.

"We fucked in my art studio," Gabrielle went on.

"I don't want to hear..."

"Her pussy was so wet and she came all over my bed..."

"Stop it!" Murphy screamed, slapping Gabrielle across the face. "That's my mother you're talking about!"

"Stepmother, technically," Gabrielle replied, not even reacting to the slap, nor the red mark imprinted on her cheek.

"You're sick," Murphy hissed, getting to her feet and putting her backpack over her shoulder. "I think I'll be switching out of this class."

"But what will you tell Mommy and Mommy about your sexuality?" Gabrielle called after her as she left the classroom.

Murphy went to bed late one night when Nathan was still at the hospital. Of course, it starred Gloria, as usual. Her stomach made flip flops, even in her sleep, because this time, it was at the end of the first time they'd ever made love, thus becoming one. She remembered the sweet intensity that came with their special brand of making love, and how she'd hadn't had it with Nathan, or with Crystal.

Gloria giggled. "I forget that you're a teenager," she said.

Murphy smirked and picked her head up and looked down at her. "Only for two more years, lover," she said.

Gloria smiled and leaned up to kiss Murphy. She put her arms around her waist and sighed. "I am so happy that you're here. Do you think you can come over next Friday?"

Murphy, unseen by Gloria, grinned. "Why?" she asked innocently.

Gloria pulled back and looked at Murphy full in the face. "Because next week I'm going to buy a strap on and take you from the back," she said very seriously.

Murphy grinned down at her. "I'll make sure I clear my calendar," she said, leaning down and kissing Gloria again.

Murphy curled up into a ball that night. Nathan wasn't home yet, but it was only ten-thirty, and that was very normal. Murphy crossed her arms over her chest, protecting her breasts and her belly. She felt utterly alone in the world, and completely lost without Gloria. As she shut her eyes and faded into sleep, dreams overtook her.

It was dark for a brief moment before anything began. Then, she was sitting across from Gloria's desk in her office at the middle school. She was trying very hard not to cry in her presence, and Gloria looked quite neutral sitting behind her seemingly formidable desk. 

"I'm sorry to hear about that," Gloria said shortly. "That is a tragedy. But why would you come to me?"

"Because I love you," Murphy heard her voice say. "I love you. I told my parents that I was a lesbian, and..."

"A lesbian?" asked Gloria. "I mean....you actually used that word? It's pretty soon to be even considering this, you know."

"Oh, you mean Violet?" Murphy heard her voice spit the name. "God, is she just better at licking your pussy and stroking your fine ass, or something?" she demanded in a sarcastic voice, crossing her arms.

Gloria sighed. "I didn't mean it, Murphy. Really I didn't. It's just that..." A phone was ringing then, and Gloria stopped speaking. 

Murphy's eyes opened and she looked around. It was her cell phone that was ringing annoyingly, and she rolled her eyes. The clock said midnight, and she rolled over and checked the caller I.D. Murphy recognized the number of the hospital that Nathan worked at and rolled her eyes. He was calling to tell her that he was coming home, of course. She swiped at the phone, thus making it so she was able to answer it. "Hello?"

"Is this Murphy Zucchero-Spezia?" asked an unfamiliar voice on the other end of the phone. "The fiancée of Nathan?"

"Yes?" asked Murphy. "This is Murphy. Why are you calling me? What's going on? Is everything all right?"

"I'm Nathan's boss, Dr. Paulson," the man explained. "I'm afraid we have some bad news, Murphy."

Murphy's heart went into her throat. "Bad news?" she asked.

"Yes, I'm afraid there's been an accident."

"An...accident?" Murphy whispered. 

"Yes. Nathan was walking to the bus and a car, driven by a drunk driver, hit him as he crossed the street. Nathan was killed instantly and the drunk driver is in a medically induced coma in critical condition. I'm so sorry to be the one to have to tell you this..."

Murphy mechanically went through the motions of expressing remorse and thanking him. Then, as she hung up the phone, she felt as if something was bursting through her. She felt weak then, but just strong enough to call 9-1-1, and tell them that she believed she was having a miscarriage.

Murphy was transported back to New York where everyone made funeral arrangements and Amber and Mandy transferred Murphy to NYU, per her wishes. She didn't tell them about Ms. Fox; not yet, anyway. She recuperated in the hospital for a week until she was finally strong enough to return home—her childhood home. Murphy was able to correspond with NYU and turn in assignments through mail, and would formally start her classes there come January, thank goodness.

Amber and Mandy would sit with her for a while every day, discussing this and that and the other thing.

"How are you holding up?" Mandy asked.

"About the miscarriage or Nathan's passing?" Murphy asked.

"Both," Amber said.

Murphy sighed. "Taking it in stride, I guess..." 

They nodded.

"Guys?" she asked.

"Yes?" they asked.

She sighed. "I was never in love with Nathan..." Murphy raised her dark eyes to theirs, and let out a second sigh. "I'm gay, Moms..."

Amber and Mandy looked at each other, shrugged, and turned back to Murphy and nodded.

"We knew," Amber said.

"Whole time," Mandy went on.

"Wait..." Murphy said. "You knew?! Why the hell didn't you say anything when Nathan and I announced our engagement or my pregnancy? Or what about when we were dating..."

"We figured you were eighteen..." Mandy began.

"...and that you'd tell us when you were ready," Amber finished.

"I was seeing someone..."

"Who were you seeing?" Mandy asked.

"Gloria James," Murphy whispered.

"The principal at the middle school?" Amber asked.

"Honey, she is kind of hot," Mandy said.

"Yeah, babe, if you like big boobed blonde—"

"Hey!" cried Murphy.

Amber chuckled. "Sorry," she said quickly.

Murphy sighed. "I'm going to go see her...today."

"Okay," Mandy said. "But...be careful."

"And don't do anything we wouldn't do," Amber said quickly.

Murphy rolled her eyes and left the house, putting a denim jacket over her black t-shirt. She wore simple jeans and tennis shoes that day, and her hair was down around her shoulders. Her keys jingled in her pocket as she walked down to where her green Fiat was parked on the street. She got into the car and drove to the school. She quickly noticed that the secretary was out for the day, and quickly entered the office.

Murphy opened the office door and shut it behind her. Gloria sat at her desk, and looked up curiously as Murphy came in. "Hi," Murphy said, cursing herself for sounding like some immature freak.

"Well, hello, Murphy," Gloria replied.

"Did you...hear about Nathan?" she asked.

Gloria nodded. "I wondered why you weren't wearing your rock... But yes, I heard. I'm sorry."

Murphy sat down. "It was, thank you."

"I...I also lost the baby..."

"I'm sorry to hear about that," Gloria said shortly. "That is a tragedy. But why would you come to me?"




Rosarum et Tulips Ch. 03



"Because I love you," Murphy said. "I do. I love you. I told my parents that I was a lesbian, and..."

"A lesbian?" asked Gloria. "I mean....you actually used that word? It's pretty soon to be even considering this, you know."

"Oh, you mean Violet?" Murphy heard her voice spit the name. "God, is she just better at licking your pussy and stroking your fine ass, or something?" she demanded in a sarcastic voice, crossing her arms.

Gloria sighed. "I didn't mean it, Murphy. Really I didn't. It's just that..." 

"Just that what? You hook up with your twin sister's ex as soon as she leaves town?!"

"Murphy...I just said all that crap because I was mad at you."

"What?"   "I was angry that you were engaged and pregnant and I wasn't the one you were going to marry and have a baby with. I was angry that you'd been seeing Nathan all through high school when I knew you were gay and you knew you were gay; you just wouldn't admit it to yourself. I was angry that you were just up and leaving for New Hampshire to start this new life that I wasn't going to be a part of, and—"

Murphy stood up and walked around her desk. She took Gloria's beautiful face into her hands and kissed her passionately on the mouth. "I dated Nathan because I was hiding from who I really was. I knew I was gay then and I know that I'm gay now. Turns out that New Hampshire and Dartmouth aren't the place for me, and I'm starting at NYU in January."

Gloria blinked. "So...what does that mean?"

Murphy smiled and kissed her again. "It means that I love you and that I want to be with you for the rest of my life."

Gloria grinned. "Just one thing..."

"What?"

"Get under my desk," she said softly.

Murphy shrugged and got to her knees, quickly crawling under Gloria's desk and gasping. The love of her life was wearing no panties to speak of, which made her wonder if she'd been masturbating and thinking about her before she'd arrived. Gloria's pussy no longer had the landing strip of curly blonde hairs. Now it was completely shaved, like a virgin's. Just seeing Gloria's pussy made Murphy's become wet. But this was no longer a dream, she thought as she inched forward to smell the sweet juices of Gloria. No; this was the real thing indeed.

Murphy stuck out her tongue and grazed Gloria's clit with it. Immediately Gloria moaned and clenched her fists on her chair's arms. This was nothing like going down on Nathan; it was better. Murphy wet her fingers and they slid easily into Gloria's willing pussy. Gloria arched her back against the chair; she was more than willing for Murphy to finger fuck her. 

"Fuck, Murphy," Gloria whispered. "Oh, fuck! You're going to make me fucking come all over this chair!"

"I certainly hope so," Murphy whispered, her breath tickling Gloria's pussy. "I want to taste you when you come."

"Taste me now!" Gloria screamed, the very thought that they could be caught at any moment making her wetter by the second. 

Murphy quickly acquiesced and leaned forward, putting her mouth directly onto Gloria's clit, no longer teasing it. She made motions with her mouth, and was very soon munching Gloria's pussy. "Oh, yeah, baby," she said into her lover's pussy. "Do you like that?"

"Oh, god, yes!" screamed Gloria. "Munch me! Munch me, baby!"

"Is this munching going to make you come?" Murphy asked.

"Yes!" cried Gloria. "Yes, yes, yes!"

Murphy giggled and continued munching and finger fucking Gloria's pussy until her lover's juices cascaded onto her face. Murphy raised her eyes to Gloria's and made her watch as she liked them off herself. Then, she stuck her hand back into Gloria's pussy, and it came out dripping wet. "Taste yourself," she whispered, putting her finger into Gloria's mouth.

Gloria shuddered as she tasted her pussy juices. She lowered her eyes and gazed at Murphy in a look of utter love. "God, I fucking love you," she whispered to her.

Murphy smiled. "I love you, too."

"Move in with me," Gloria whispered. "I want you to be able to fuck me like this every night, in every room of my house."

Murphy sat on Gloria's lap and kissed her. She put her arms around her lover's neck and nodded. "I want nothing more than that," she whispered, leaning down and kissing her a second time. "I don't want anything else—besides you and a college education, a decent job for the future, and a family. But, if I could only have one of those things, I'd want you."

Gloria smiled. "I just want you, too..."

Murphy grinned and stopped her with an open mouthed kiss, which she wished could go on forever.



Rosarum et Tulips Ch. 04



Just say it, Murphy thought to herself as her moms, Amber and Mandy, dressed in gray tweed suits, sat directly in front of her in their living room. Murphy had moved home and stayed home ever since Nathan died and since her miscarriage. And now, all their lives would change forever...

"Sweetheart, what's wrong?" asked Amber, reaching forward and taking her hand. "Your mom and I know when something is bothering you."

"Exactly," Mandy said, taking Murphy's other hand. "And not to be a stickler about the time, but it's after two. I know that Sebastian will be out of school soon and it's dress rehearsal for 'Cats' tonight..."

"Not to mention that we have to go over those notes for the deposition for the Hastings case tomorrow," Amber said quickly to Mandy.

"And then Devon is spending the night at Carson's and Lucy is going to a movie with Grace..." Mandy went on.

"Right, I know... Sorry." Murphy sighed, wondering which piece of news she had to deliver first. "I have three pieces of news for you guys... Well, four pieces of news, actually..."

"Tell us," Amber said.

"I'm changing my major from education to law," Murphy said quickly, thinking that this would upset them the least out of all of them. 

Amber and Mandy shared a grin with one another before turning back to Murphy. 

"So...you'll come to work at the firm one day?" Mandy asked.

"And do you hope to take it over?" asked Amber.

Murphy sighed. "Yes." She took another breath. "I've also sent coorespondence to Dartmouth informing them that I won't be returning for spring semester, or any other semester for that matter; and furthermore, I've sent in an application to New York Law School and I've been accepted. They're starting me with a couple online classes for winter quarter and by spring I'll be a full time student. Apparently you've represented a few of their professors rather well, you guys..."

Amber sighed and nodded. "Well, this will be quite a bit to take on but..."

"No," Murphy said quickly. "Full ride and everything."

Mandy grinned. "That's wonderful."

"Now, that's half the news, then," Amber said. "What's the rest of it?"

I'm going to say it, Amber said. "Guys... I'm gay," she said.

Amber and Mandy's expressions didn't alter at all.

"Oh," Amber said.

"Wow. All right," was Mandy's response to it.

"You don't care?!" Murphy demanded in shock.

"Sweetheart, we're gay," said Mandy in a "it's so obvious" voice.

"Then would this be a good time to tell you that I have a girlfriend?" she asked, hoping the answer was yes.

Amber laughed. "We've known for the past three months, honey. It's very obvious."

"All we know, mainly by the attitude by which you've presented this, is that she's older," Mandy said thoughtfully, almost as if she was ordering fine wine in a five star restaurant.

"That's right," Murphy said, not at all phased by their seemingly inside information on the girlfriend that they knew nothing about, or so they initially believed.

"Is she our age?" Amber asked. "Please tell me she's not our age or older..."

Murphy laughed. "No. She's twenty-seven."

Mandy nodded. "What does she do?" she asked.

"She's in education," Murphy replied.

"Gainfully employed in an admiral profession," Amber said in an approving tone.

"Does she own her own home?" Mandy wanted to know.

"Yes. Nice home, too. She lives by herself in Maple Drive."

"Water view?" Amber wanted to know.

Murphy laughed. "Yes."

"Do we know her?" they asked.

"Yes. It's Gloria...Devon and Lucy's principal."

"Lovely lady," Amber said. 

"Exceptionally kind, honest, and considerate..."

"Sweetie, I'm right here," said Amber to Mandy.

Mandy laughed. "Yes, I know. I was just showing approval for our future daughter..."

"Whoa, whoa. No, no, no. We're just going to move in together," Murphy said quickly.

Amber blinked. "All right."

Mandy smiled. "And since my wife didn't ask, I will. Do you need any help moving anything?"

***

Gloria stared open mouthed at Murphy. It wasn't just her girlfriend's new babydoll lingerie outfit that was making her wet, it was the prospect of her moving into her house... And it didn't hurt that her moms, the top attorneys in town, approved of their relationship wholeheartedly.

"Um...so they're okay with it?" asked Gloria, trying to keep her mouth from going completely dry.

Murphy nodded, giving Gloria a half smile as she put on a new dress which emphasized the curve of her hips and her full breasts. "Yes," she replied, brushing her hair again and clasping a pearl necklace around her throat. "And tomorrow we move in all of my things and then I'll be your domestic partner instead of just your girlfriend. Now, put on that sexy black number I've bought for you. I know your ass is just going to look amazing in it."

Gloria nodded and put on the black dress. She twirled around a bit and laughed, but her giggles were soon cut off as Murphy unexpectedly embraced her, and captured her lips. Gloria let out a gasp, and Murphy took that opportunity.

"The things I'm going to do to you later," she whispered into Gloria's open mouth. "As soon as tonight is over, I'm taking you back here to fuck you, no exceptions."

Gloria nodded as she and Murphy grabbed their wraps and went downstairs. Murphy led her out the front door as they hastily stepped into their heels by the exit and instructed her to get into the passenger seat of her green Fiat. The nineteen-year-old ascertained that Gloria was strapped in and away they went.

They arrived at the Italian restaurant, Bacio d'Italia, one of the best places in town. Gloria gasped as it was her favorite restaurant, and Murphy smiled a knowing smile. She handed over her keys to the valet and took Gloria's arm as they stepped inside to the friendly-looking maitre d.

"Two for Murphy Zucchia," she said to him.

"Ah, the Olive Room. Right this way, please, Miss Zucchia." He led them through the main dining room and down a corridor. There were two doors on opposite ends of the hall, each boasting gold name plates. One read "The Oak Room", the other, "The Olive Room". The man opened the green door which led to a sumptuous room with a circular table and chilled sparkling cider, fine China, and silver. The sparkling cider would have ruined the moment, except neither Murphy or Gloria drank. 

The man handed over black leather menus with curved gold lettering and pulled out chairs for both of them. He said their waiter would be along shortly and left them behind. The pair of them opened their menus and gazed at the five star cuisine.

Gloria sighed. "I have to talk to you..."

Murphy looked up. "Is everything okay?" she asked.

She nodded. "Yes... You know Head Principal Hawthorne?"

Murphy nodded back. "Of course. The guy who's one up from you in the hierarchy in the jobs at Pinewood. What about him?"

Gloria sighed. "He's retiring at the end of the year."

"Oh," Murphy said, sipping her sparkling cider. "He's been there what...forty years?"

Gloria nodded. "Yes. I want his job."

"That's amazing! You should go for it!" she cried.

"You really think so?"

Murphy nodded. "Yes."

Murphy kept her word. That night, when they returned home, Murphy led Gloria back up the stairs to their bedroom. She stripped her lover down and kissed her lips, neck, sucked on her fantastic nipples, kissed down her belly to her navel, where she licked and gently nibbled the skin around it.

Gloria began to squirm. "Oh, please..." came her pleading whispers. "Fuck me, Murphy. Please fuck me..."

"Not yet," Murphy said, and Gloria could feet her smiling as she kissed, licked, and nibbled all the way back up her stomach to her hardened nipples. She stuck out her tongue and caressed her lovers sensitive aereolas, which quickly puckered at the attention. She would alternate between them, and would play with the other one when not licking it, teasing it delicately with her long, slender fingers.

"I want those inside me," Gloria begged, looking more than a little pleadingly down at Murphy's hands as they toyed with her breasts. "I want you to lick me and fuck me with those hot hands and that sexy mouth of yours. Please..."

Murphy shook her head. She reached down and gently touched her lovers pussy, which was covered by the flimsy material of a thong. They were quite damp with arousal, and Murphy knew how much Gloria wanted her. 

"Do you like this?" she whispered into Gloria's mouth.

"Yes... More. I want more, Murphy..."

Murphy silenced her with a kiss. "All in good time," she replied. 

She then removed her stockings, now drenched where her own pussy had made contact with them. She used them to tie one of Gloria's arms to one of the bed posts, and Gloria's stockings from that evening had received the same treatment. She also found two other pairs and tied Gloria's legs to the final bed posts at the foot of the bed.

She then grabbed Gloria's sleep mask and put it over her eyes, a grin going over both their faces. Murphy climbed onto the bed and straddled her lovers face. "Eat me," she whispered.

Gloria immediately opened her mouth to oblige. Her lips parted slowly and she flicked her tongue onto Murphy's enlarged clit, to which the younger girl squealed with delight. She leaned against the head board of Gloria's impressive bed frame for support as she continued moaning.

"Do you like that, baby?" Gloria asked encouragingly. "Yeah, you like having your pussy eaten, don't you?"

"Yes..." Murphy whispered, savoring every moment of it. She then felt herself trembling. "Oh, Gloria..."

"Come on, baby. That's right. Do you want to come?"

"Yes..." And then Murphy exploded, her whole body quivering and shaking on top of Gloria, knowing that she would never get this feeling with anyone. She then climbed down from Gloria's face as soon as she'd recovered and went into their giant walk-in closet. She grabbed something from behind a row of her dresses and produced a bag from a local high quality sex toy shop. She produced a strap on from the bag and hastily put it on, not wanting her lover to become too distracted.

"Baby, you okay?" came Gloria's voice from the bedroom.

"More than," Murphy said, dashing back to the bedroom and quickly putting some lube on the strap on. She climbed in between Gloria's legs and bent down to inhale her pussy scent. Her lover was still quite wet, and Murphy knew that Gloria would love her little surprise that was in store for her.

"Baby?" asked Gloria.

Murphy smiled. "Don't worry about a thing," she whispered, and then she eased the dick into her.

At once, Gloria's hips attempted to move closer and ease even more of the strap on into her. Murphy smiled at her lovers eagerness for it and gently took her by the hips so as to create even more leverage for the two of them. The older woman gasped as the whole of the strap on's dick eased all the way into her, and she hastily pulled in and out, back and forth with Murphy.

"Oh god..."

"You okay, baby?" asked Murphy.

"Yes," replied Gloria. "Oh, fuck! Keep fucking me, Murphy! Please don't stop fucking me! Oh, shit!" she screamed, wishing she could see Murphy's face to detect her feelings.

Murphy reached out then and removed the sleep mask. "There you go, baby. I don't know if I should stop, or..."

"No!" cried Gloria. "Don't stop! Don't stop!"

Murphy nodded as best she could and kept going. "Come on, baby," she said encouragingly. "That's it. Do you want me to make you come?"

"Yes!" Gloria screamed, fighting against her restraints. 

She wanted to grab a hold of Murphy and cling to her and make her orgasm come faster. But Murphy kept right on pumping that dick in and out of her, all the while making Gloria scream and shot and moan. Gloria wanted desperately to come, and now was her chance.

"That's it, baby," Murphy said as if anticipating it, and almost to a second climax herself from seeing Gloria all worked up like this. "Come on. Let yourself go..."

And then Gloria let out a final, pivotal scream and collapsed. Murphy let herself go right at that moment as well and fell on top of Gloria. She bent up and backwards slightly to undo Gloria's restraints but remained otherwise still in Gloria's arms.

"I love you so much," whispered Gloria into Murphy's ear.

Murphy smiled. "I love you too." She looked up at Gloria then. "I want to have your baby," she whispered.

Gloria blinked. "You do?"

Murphy nodded. "Yes," she said softly, her eyes filling with tears.

Gloria smiled. "All right. We can have a baby, or babies if you want more than one, but only on one condition."

"I want to be a lawyer..."

She shook her head. "No. It's not about that, don't worry."

Murphy nodded. "Okay. What's the condition?"

Gloria smiled. "Murphy, I want you to marry me."



Rosarum et Tulips Ch. 05



Over the next four years, Murphy found how much she was enjoying practicing criminal justice at New York Law School. She was surrounded by people that were as passionate for her subject of choice as she was, and it filled her to the brim with joy. It was now April, two months before she was due to graduate, yet there was a heaviness to her left hand, as well as to her belly.

Gloria had become an all-out member of the family in the years that had gone by. She was pleased that her domestic partners moms, Amber and Mandy, only wanted to see Murphy happy, and had welcomed her with open arms. She remembered the family dinner that had taken place, and how shocked fourteen-year-old Sebastian and the twelve-year-old twins, Devon and Lucy, were when she'd given them permission to call her "Gloria" when they were there at their house.

Murphy glanced at her watch then and realized she was at the risk of running late for her internship on the hottest new murder case in town. Amber and Mandy, her moms, had gotten her the gig, and she was very excited. Quickly finishing up the seventeenth paragraph of her final essay (which was due the first week in June, two weeks before graduation) she gathered up her books and ran outside to hail the cab.

Getting inside, she gave the address for the Tweed Courthouse: 52 Chambers Street, New York, NY. It was very abnormal for her to take a cab a distance only a mile away, but Amber and Mandy had informed her that it would look more professional if she arrived in one. Murphy ignored the cab driver's drab expression at his measly profit of only a dollar as he pulled up to the courthouse. Murphy reached into her wallet and handed over a twenty.

"Don't got anything smaller?!" the man demanded in a harsh Bronx accent.

Murphy smiled. "Mr. Davis," she said calmly as she hastily read his name, "I know times are tough. That's for you," she said with a smile. As Davis pondered the twenty dollar bill, she told him to have a nice day as she got out of the cab and went up the stairs.

Mandy was waiting for her at the entrance, and was trying her best not to bite her nails. "Mom's inside with Norwood," she informed her as they made the grand entrance together.

At once, paparazzi was upon them.

"Mandy! Mandy! Mandy!" they hollered at her. "Is this Murphy?! Murphy! How do you feel about the testimony so far, Murphy?! Do you really think your client is innocent until proven guilty?!" they demanded.

Mandy had Murphy firmly by the arm as she managed to pull her into a row of conference rooms near the main courtroom where Amber was. Amber was sitting upright, back to the door, and Murphy gazed at Richmond Norwood, the accused that they had to find innocent. Murphy kissed her mother on the cheek and sat on one side of her while Mandy took the chair she'd been sitting in before.

Norwood immediately turned his attention onto Murphy. He was always a sucker for a pretty face. Although in his mid-fifties, balding, and an expanding gut that made him resemble a woman expecting her nineteenth child, he still believed he had a way with women. He gave Murphy the same smile that he'd given the woman who'd snapped his mugshot in an attempt to seduce her as well. "Murphy," he said, caressing her name in a way which always made her feel uncomfortable.

"Mr. Norwood," she replied formally, digging into her Milano Brief in Tuscan red which Gloria had bestowed upon her last Christmas after the news of her landing the internship on the Norwood case. "I've spoken with the witness Mrs. Pomeroy who was Regina Matthews long time best friend. Now, she is going to say some things in your favor, and the prosecution won't like that. Now, what we need from you, Mr. Norwood, is a proper rebuttal."

Norwood had still not taken that simpering, sickening grin off of his face, and still gazed into Murphy's almond-shaped hazel eyes which seemed to transfix and captivate him completely, body and soul. "We could simply tell them that I was with you on the night of May seventh, Murphy."

Murphy sighed. This charade of him seducing her had to stop. She knew that Amber and Mandy wanted nothing more than to jump in and defend her from Norwood's frankly outlandish ideas and allegations, but Murphy had held firm. She had told them that the two of them would not be around to aid her against the inevitable forever and, criminal or not, though she felt uncomfortable by Norwood's words, she did not believe him a threat.

"Couldn't we?" he was asking, smiling so as his brown teeth showed.

"Oh," Murphy said then, reaching into a compartment of her case. She drew out a small box and pushed it across the cherry wood table towards him. "These are for you."

Eagerly, Norwood opened the box to reveal snap-on perfectly white teeth for court that day. He was clearly perplexed by all of this.

"I spoke with your dentist, Dr. Taylor, who had some moldings of your teeth in his records and I rushed those out for delivery for you," she said evenly. "I thought it would look better for People, Huffington, the New York Times, Time Magazine, and whoever else chooses to interview you. I mean, I think you are supposed to smile in those photographs, aren't you?"

Murphy returned home that afternoon completely exhausted. She'd stood on her most uncomfortable heels when she'd assisted with the cross-examination of Mrs. Eugenia Pomeroy about her relationship with Regina Matthews, one of the six murders that Norwood was accused of. As she dragged herself from the foyer, she could distinctively smell Gloria's chicken wafting down the hall.

Gloria stood waiting in the kitchen, her green eyes aglow with pleasure, her blonde hair curled and close to her scalp. "Hello, my darling," she said, taking Murphy into her arms and kissing her deeply.

Murphy was suddenly so aroused by her lover's tongue co-mingling with hers that an idea struck her then. After noticing that all of their dinner was laid out upon the table, she suddenly lifted Gloria up onto the kitchen island. She hastily stripped her down, and herself as well, before clamoring up onto the counter on top of her, noting with glee how big Gloria's beautiful eyes had gotten then. 

"What are you going to do?" Gloria whispered in a mixture of pure joy and delight.

Murphy smiled. She took her right hand and caressed it with her tongue before moving it downward and touching her lover's already dripping pussy. Delighted that Gloria was already so wet and wanting for her, she opened her own legs so that their pussies were touching each other.

The very moment that both of their wet, swollen lips made contact, both women let out groans of ecstasy and heat and pleasure. Murphy then began to grind her pussy against Gloria's, savoring the slippery feeling of smooth skin to smooth skin. While her pussy had a fashionable landing strip, Gloria's was completely shaven. She had even gotten a pair of angels wings tattooed there, with the words "M & G 4ever" written in permanent ink just above the feathered wings. Murphy had the same tattoo, written around her lone strip of hair on her pussy, except that hers read "G & M 4ever".

"My legs..." Gloria was whispering to her then. "...my legs feel like jelly..."

Murphy smiled down at her. She kept grinding her pussy flesh into Gloria's, wanting her lover to come inside of her and vice versa. "Good, baby," she whispered encouragingly, gently moving a stray lock of hair from Gloria's eyes so as she could better see her face. "I want you to come inside me. I want to come inside you..."

"Oh, yes! Fuck!" Gloria cried. "I want to so much!" she squealed. Then, she began to gasp, and then, there was a flowing wetness between them as two different streams of liquid went into each other's pussy.

Gloria quickly took a shower and had dinner before climbing into bed to plan the spring picnic assembly. Murphy went into their adjoining bathroom and went into her sports bra where the secret item was. She read the instructions and went towards the toilet.

After relieving herself, she set the pregnancy test on the sink. Getting to her feet, she wiped her aching (yet still hungry) pussy and flushed the toilet, washing her hands as she waited for the results.

"Honey! You okay in there?" Gloria called out.

Murphy smiled. "Yeah, babe! Just deep in thought about the case. I'll be out in a minute."

"Okay, sweetie," Gloria called back.

Murphy looked at herself in the mirror and bit her lip. She had deliberately placed the pregnancy test upside down so as to add to the surprise. They had been trying for over a year, and the plan had been that if they'd succeeded, then Murphy would pass the bar and go directly to work for her moms. But, that hadn't happened, and now she would be able to graduate.

She lowered her eyes. It was time. She picked up the test, and there was a plus sign staring up at her. Nothing prepared her for her reaction. She let out a squeal and a scream which sent Gloria flying to the door and wrenching it open.

"What?!" she cried. 

"We're pregnant!" Murphy yelled.

Gloria whooped and hollered and grabbed Murphy and swung her around the room. Then, she lowered her down and sighed. "You know Victoria Abbot, right?" she asked.

Murphy nodded. "Of course. Norwood's daughter by the fifth woman he killed, Amy Abbot."

Gloria nodded. "Well...as you know neither of them have any other family and well..."

"She's lovely," Murphy said then. "I know she is your new favorite student at Pinewood. As Head Dean, you get to take a lot of liberties."

"I know. Which is why I've decided that we should adopt her."

"Adopt her?! But Gloria..."

"You'll be twenty-five within six months and that's about how long the application takes to get in."

"But...we're about to start a family, dearest, and..."

"And Norwood is going to be found guilty anyway. You told me yourself that unless the jury is blind and deaf that they'd convict him. Besides, soon Victoria will have nothing. Do you want that on your conscience, knowing that you had the power to stop it?"

Murphy lowered her eyes. "All right. I know you're right." She raised her eyes to Gloria's. "Let's fill out all that damn paperwork, then."

For the next several weeks, Murphy worked non-stop on her final essay, various depositions, and the Norwood case. Members of the jury did not seem to be sympathetic of him, and were quite moved by eleven-year-old Victoria's speech about the man who was her father. She sobbed a little on the stand, while Norwood just sat there without emotion for the mother whom he'd successfully taken away from this child.

Victoria would tuck her golden hair behind her ears periodically, and then shake it out after she got tired of it that way. Her hair resembled spun wheat, and her eyes were an attractive nut brown; her nails on her small, delicate hands had been painted by some kind adult presumably, and were a firey red.

"Now, Victoria, was Mr. Norwood always in your life?" asked Amber.

Victoria shook her head. "No. He wouldn't stay long."

"Can you tell me how long he would stay on these extended trips?"

"Two or three weeks," Victoria replied softly into the microphone.

"And what would you do with your mother when he was there?"

Victoria shrugged. "Play," she answered softly.

Amber smiled. "I'm sure you did play. I wonder if you could tell us what you did play with Mr. Norwood?"

Victoria lowered her eyes. "He told me not to tell."

At once, Murphy was on her guard. She well knew what that response could potentially mean. She also knew that she didn't want to believe it.

"It's all right, Victoria. You're among friends."

Victoria sighed, not saying a word.

"Victoria," Amber said, getting closer to the witness stand, "did Mr. Norwood exhibit inappropriate behavior towards you?"

"Objection, your honor!" said Clarence Moore, the bothersome DA for the prosecution. "This is about whether or not Mr. Norwood is a serial killer, and nothing else!"

"Sustained, Moore," Judge Margaret Humphrey replied. "This trial is named 'The State vs. Richmond Norwood'. If there is potentially more criminal activity going on than we realize, then we shall address it promptly and in a unequivocal manner," she said in a manner most brusque as she turned back to Amber. "Proceed."

"Thank you, Judge Humphrey," she said, turning back to Victoria. "Victoria, did Mr. Norwood exhibit inappropriate behavior towards you?"

"I...don't...understand," replied Victoria in a shaky voice.

"Did he touch you in an area which made you feel uncomfortable?" Amber asked patiently.

Victoria's eyes filled with tears. "Yes," she whispered.

"Could you please show us, and the jury, where you mean, please?" She immediately saw her reluctance. "I know that I am representing Mr. Norwood, Victoria, but it is my duty to get all the facts. I am sure it must be difficult for you, but I need you to show the jury where he touched you."

Slowly, Victoria got to her feet. She pointed to her vaginal area as well as her buttocks, which made the jury, predictably, gasp. "He made me do things," she said softly. "He would make me do the things that he did to Mommy," she said quietly, her face crumpling again.

"What things?" Amber asked her gently.

"Sex things," Victoria replied, breaking down completely so that she had to be carried, sobbing, from the courtroom.

Murphy went home right after Victoria's speech. She went upstairs to her bedroom with Gloria and threw herself down onto her bed. She beat her pillow and shouted and screamed. It made her weak and she called Richmond Norwood every name in the book, and she knew she was right.

"Asshole!" she screamed. "Fucking cowardly bastard! Shit-faced turd-breathed prick!" she yelled. 

Finally, she knew what she had to do, and it wouldn't be easy. After composing herself and changing into a different suit, she got back into her car and drove back to Tweed Courthouse where she knew Victoria was being held for the time being. She went inside and ignored the photographers and invites to various television shows and offers to appear on the front page of Who Cares Magazine. Going down the hall, she let herself in to one of the conference rooms where Victoria was, with Murphy's favorite security guard, John, the only openly gay security guard in the joint.

"John, may I sit with her for a while?" she asked.

John smiled. He nodded and left the two of them alone.

Murphy approached Victoria. "My name is Murphy," she said softly.

Victoria looked up. "I saw you in the courtroom."

Murphy nodded. "You did. You know those two nice ladies talking to you?" she asked.

"They're pretty," Victoria replied. "I liked them."

Murphy smiled. "They are my mothers," she replied.

Victoria sighed. "I want my mother back..."

"Victoria, do you know what foster care is?" she asked.

She shook her head.

"It's when kids have a complicated situation, which render their parents unable to take care of them. When that happens, the children go to nice homes to wait until their parents come back, or they get adopted."

"Can you do that?" Victoria asked Murphy, reaching out a hand to her. "I think you're nice, too."

"I can," said Murphy, recalling the manila envelope she'd gotten in the mail, approving her and Gloria for a foster placement of Victoria. "My domestic partner and I can. She and I have been granted permission by some very important people to allow you to stay with us."

"Do I get to bring my favorite stuffed animals?" she asked.

Murphy smiled. "Of course you do."

"And my Tweety Bird t-shirt?" she asked.

Murphy nodded. "Yes."

"Will I have my own bedroom...and a bed?" asked the girl.

Murphy forced her eyes not to fill with tears. "You shall have all that and more," she said firmly. "You're to come to be with me and Gloria on Monday." She leaned down and kissed Victoria on the cheek before telling her she would see her soon, and left her behind with John, who had gotten her some juice and cookies to help.

Murphy went to Gloria's grand office and was happy when she remembered that, on Fridays, Miss Carey, the secretary, went home at noon. Murphy knocked on the door and was given entrance. Gloria was filling out paperwork of some thing or other when Murphy stepped inside. She locked the door and windows before pulling down the blinds and sealing them shut.

"To what do I owe this pleasure?" asked Gloria, but she was silenced by Murphy kissing her.

"We got approved," she said, hastily unbuttoning Gloria's black silk blouse. "I told Victoria that she is to come and stay with us starting Monday."

Gloria gasped. "Are you sure?!" she demanded, her voice catching.

Murphy nodded. "Yes," she said, unzipping her lover's skirt and removing her lacy bra and panties. "We are going to be a proper family," Murphy said, getting under Gloria's desk and wetting her thumb, index, and middle fingers. "I know you want that. I am so happy that we can have it together. I love you, Gloria..."

"Wait!" Gloria cried. She reached into her desk drawer. "Before you make me come in your mouth, I have to say something, too. I love you. I want to be with you forever. I have never wanted anyone as much as I want you-physically, emotionally, sexually, spiritually. I want you in every way, every where, in every form. I need you, Murphy. Forever." Gloria opened up a small box, revealing a four-carat, pear-cut diamond ring in a silver double banded form. "Marry me, Murphy. Be my wife."

Murphy grinned. She shut the box and shoved it back into Gloria's desk. "I want to be your slut one last time, Gloria. I love you. I want to marry you, and I will. But first I want to finger you while I touch myself. I want to make us come together. I want us both to feel the way we should. I want us to be as if we are one."

Gloria's eyes filled with tears. "I want that, too."

Murphy smiled. She wetted her fingers a second time (thumb, index, middle) and slammed her two fingers into Gloria's pussy, while her thumb worked her lover's clit. Reaching up her own mini skirt, Murphy played with herself as Gloria moaned above her. The Head Dean of Pinewood Middle School lifted up her hands and wetted her thumb and index fingers and massaged her nipples, which became hard at the attention. 

Murphy groaned against Gloria's clit as she lapped at her lover's pussy, alternating between that and Gloria's beautiful hole. Gloria's clit quickly became large at Murphy's touch, as Murphy felt her own growing beneath her fingers. Murphy leaned closer so as she could suck Gloria's clit and finger her all at once. She wanted to make sure that Gloria got the maximum pleasure from this arrangement.

"Shit!" Gloria seemed then, just as Murphy, too, realized that she was close. "Oh, my god... Murphy...oh, fuck! I don't... Oh, my fucking god! You're going to make me come!" she said between her teeth. 

"Yeah? You're going to come?" she whispered against Gloria's pussy. "Come all over my face," she said, sticking out her tongue and proceeded to fuck her lover's hole doubly, as she stuck two fingers inside of herself. "Oh fuck," she whispered, proceeding to move her fingers in and out from inside of herself, working her pussy as well as her lover's.

"Murphy!" screamed Gloria then, just as Murphy lost herself as well.

"Gloria!" she moaned, feeling herself come as she pictured her lover eating her on top of her desk. Next time, she thought to herself. She rose to her feet and walked across the office Rob the executive bathroom that was all for Gloria. She washed her hands and pulled Gloria's secret stash of Wet Ones from underneath the counter and wiped herself off, before Gloria came up behind her and took a couple for herself.

"Was that okay for you?" asked Murphy, as she felt something on her finger. As she lowered her eyes, she saw the ring, and smiled.




Rosarum et Tulips Ch. 05



As she smiled on it now from inside the courtroom. She quickly wiped it from her face however when Judge Margaret Humphrey came out to give Richmond Norwood sentencing.

"Would the defendant please rise?" she ordered.

Richmond Norwood rose.

"Has the jury reached a verdict?" she asked.

"We have, your honor," replied the foreman, a plump woman in her thirties. "We find the defendant, Richmond James Norwood, guilty of six counts of first-degree murder, twelve counts of child rape, and three counts of child abuse."

"Very well," said Judge Margaret Humphrey, turning to Norwood. "It is a shame on this day that crimes of this caliber are committed, that New York has outlawed capital punishment. So, since I cannot impose death, I hereby sentence you to life in prison with no possibility of parole," she said, slamming down her gavel. "Court is adjourned," she said, sweeping out of there.

Murphy turned and looked down, where Victoria sat in between her and Gloria, clasping their hands. "I'm glad I won't have to see him again," she said softly to them. "Mom," she said, to Gloria, "Mama," to Murphy, "may we go home now? You must be tired," she said, lowering her eyes to Murphy's swollen belly, with a small smile.

"I am. And we may," said Murphy, getting to her feet and allowing Victoria to join her grandmother's, Sebastian, who was now an actor on Broadway; Devon, who was going to culinary school; Lucy, who had taken an early acceptance to medical school; and Ethan who had finished his Tour of Duty and brought home his fianceé, Ruth Crabtree, now the proud owners of an art gallery. Murphy walked slowly out of the courthouse with Gloria at her side.

"I know what you're thinking."

Murphy smiled. "Do you?"

Gloria nodded. "Yes. You're worried about the future."

Murphy sighed. She had been worried up until three months ago, when Victoria's allegations were found to be true, and Norwood's parental rights had been terminated. She'd been worried when she'd experienced spotting early in her pregnancy, but she was glad when their daughter, who they'd decided to name Justine Isabella Spezia-James was perfectly healthy. It had also been worrying when they'd spent days not knowing if their adoption to Victoria would go through, but it had. And she'd been fearful that she wouldn't pass her final exams, and she had. So...

"You're so brave, and so strong," Gloria said softly, tucking a stray curl of Murphy's black hair behind her ear. "I know you're worried for what may happen, but anything could happen. I know you know that, don't you?"

Murphy smiled. "I do." She looked away, biting her lip.

"What?" asked Gloria.

She sighed. "Since you're my wife, I think I should have mentioned this long before now..."

"Yes?" asked Gloria.

"My moms want me to open up another practice...in Seattle."

"What did you say?"

"I said I'd think about it. I said that we had to discuss it."

Gloria nodded. "Well...there's a new private school opening up there called Violetwood Academy. It's for boys and girls, and it's a private school, grades kindergarten to twelfth grade. I've been offered position as Dean of the Academy."

"That's wonderful!" Murphy cried, throwing her arms around Gloria.

"I want us to make a fresh start. I think we should go," she whispered.

Murphy nodded. "I do, too." She turned and looked at all of her family surrounding Victoria and smiled. "I know it won't be perfect, but I know I'll be happy, because I have Victoria, Justine, and I've got you," she whispered, cupping Gloria's face.

Gloria caught her hand gently. "You've always had me," she replied, leaning down to kiss Murphy.

THE END