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Violetwoods are Blue Ch. 01

By: naughtykitten21



Victoria sighed. She had been in a meeting with her mother, the Dean of Violetwood Academy, when suddenly her younger sister Justine was pulled from class and into the nurse's office. Since she was naturally a concerned parent, Gloria, Dean of the Academy and Students, quickly darted up from her cherry wood desk and bolted out of there. Victoria understood the severity of Justine's anemia, which was why Murphy and Gloria (her mothers) had decided not to have any other children, but Victoria had wished for a brother for years, and perhaps a little more attention from the women whom she called her parental units.

Victoria was eighteen. That day. And neither Murphy nor Gloria seemed to remember that fact, she grumbled internally as she got to her feet and left the office. As she walked by a mirror, she made a grimace at her expression. Her honey wheat hair had darkened in recent years and had turned wild and mouse-like, and into an unappealing brown. Her eyes were the only remarkable feature, a deep molten hazel, she thought as she went into the nurses office to play the saint-like tribute to her younger sister's birth-related plight.

"Hey," Victoria said, stepping into the nurse's office as Justine was examined closely. "How are you holding up?" she asked, lightly gripping one of her ankles in support.

Justine sighed. She had porcelain skin and bright, curly red hair. She resembled Merida from "Brave", right down to her tiny pointed nose and her bright blue eyes. She was nearly eleven years old, but she resembled an eight-year-old due to her small frame. "I think I'm okay," she said softly.

"Your iron is twenty-one," the nurse, Mrs. Thomas, said.

"Did you have any of the beef brisket at lunch, sweetheart?" Gloria asked in a worried voice.

"Mom, I told you. I don't like beef brisket," Justine said in a voice which could be described as petulant and a bit spoiled.

"Well what about Mama's pot roast, mashed potatoes, and carrots from last night?" asked Gloria.

"She ate the mashed potatoes and picked at everything else," Victoria gently reminded her.

Gloria immediately jumped on that. "Tell me, sweetheart, were you feeling sick last night?"

Victoria looked up at the clock. It was five minutes after one. She was due in one of the back study rooms of the library in five minutes. Biting her lip and adjusting her dark gray school jacket, she informed her mother of this. Given that she was so preoccupied with Justine, Gloria readily accepted this and excused Victoria.

Victoria left the nurse's office and dashed down the hallway, easily evading people, thankfully. She went in the back entrance of the library and slipped into the designated study room. 

"Why, hello Victoria."

Blood quickly running cold, Victoria turned and nearly gasped. Ms. Collins, the English History teacher, sat there before her. Ms. Collins was in her early twenties and, due to her rich uncle, had gone to the finest private schools and had graduated at fourteen. She graduated college at eighteen and had come to work as an educator at Violetwood Academy soon thereafter, currently the youngest member of the staff at just twenty.

"Hi, Ms. Collins..."

"I know you were expecting Miles Tucker, but as far as boyfriends go, they're frowned upon in this institution, I'm afraid."

Victoria blushed from her cheeks, down to her breasts. She could not believe that Ms. Collins had infiltrated her meeting with Miles. Victoria and Miles had been a thing for nearly a year, and Victoria had had an extra special surprise for their anniversary that day: Several orgasms for him. She'd really been looking forward to this, but Ms. Collins was now chuckling.

And then she said the thing that would change their lives forever.

"Why have him when you could have me instead?"

"I'm sorry. Excuse me. I'm late for my advanced psychology class," Victoria said, running out of there.

Victoria came home that day and threw herself down upon her bed. Her cat, Belle, crawled on her back and nuzzled her face. Victoria sighed. I mean, it's not like she hadn't fantasized about Ms. Collins, right? I mean, she was only two years older than her, and she pretty much the definition of what would be considered to be a blonde bombshell. It was just unnerving that an actual teacher had made a legitimate pass at her...in the library...at school.

Victoria bit her nails. She was starting to wonder, due to her biological father's, Richard Norwood's, treatment of her, why she'd been into Miles Tucker at all. Her father was sentenced to life without parole for his crimes of murder (six counts, including her mother) and several counts of child abuse towards her. Although his parental rights had been terminated and she'd been formally adopted by Murphy and Gloria, at eighteen, she was eligible to meet with him if she so desired.

She bit her lip. Mama wouldn't be home from the firm for at least two hours, and Mom had a PTA meeting until at least nine. Justine had after school activities, and her mind was made up. It took a moment to get Belle from off of her back, but after that she managed to log in to her laptop and figure out just what prison he was in.

Of course he was in Sing Sing Prison, she thought to herself as she dialed the number and waited.

"Hello?"

"My name is Victoria," she said softly, sighing.

"Can I help you?" asked the man's voice on the other end.

"My father, Richard Norwood, is in prison there. When are visiting hours, please?"

"Monday through Saturday from 9:00 a.m. until 5:00 p.m.," the man replied. "If you do come, you need some form of identification and you'd have to go through security."

"I understand," Victoria replied. "Thank you."

Victoria found herself tossing and turning that Friday evening when she was trying to sleep. Since her biological father was in New York and she was in Seattle, it would be difficult to go and see him. She decided that, since spring break was next week, she would ask to go see her mama's grandparents, Amber and Mandy. 

As her mind drifted from her father, she could clearly see Ms. Collins in her mind's eye. She felt herself biting her lip, and she also found herself not wanting to leave that study room. In fact, she locked the door behind her and walked closer to Ms. Collins.

"What did you mean by that?" she heard her dream self asking. "What did you mean by me having you instead?"

Ms. Collins smiled. She had a lovely peaches and cream complexion with a pearlique mouth, as well as a perfect hourglass figure. Ms. Collins slowly and sensuously uncrossed her long, elegant legs and slowly advanced upon Victoria, closing the distance between them. It only took a moment for her to lean down and kiss her.

As Victoria's tongue instantly went upon automatic pilot, Ms. Collins reached down and stuck her hand up the eighteen-year-old's mini skirt. "You're shaved," she whispered into the student's mouth. "I like them best when they're shaved."

Victoria moaned as Ms. Collins gently slipped her fingers in between her pussy lips and stroked her clit. "Ms. Collins!" Victoria hissed into her history teacher's mouth. "Oh fuck..."

"You're wet for me, aren't you?" she whispered, a smile in her voice. "I love the feel of your wet pussy on my fingers."

Victoria jerked back and forth over Ms. Collins's finger as she stroke her clit, which became large and engorged very quickly. "I want this so much," she whispered. "I want you so much, Ms. Collins..."

"Show me how much," she replied in a soft voice. "Come for me, baby."

Victoria spasmed then, letting herself become wetter and wetter. She gasped at the amount of liquid which appeared in the thin shaft of light in the study room on Ms. Collins's finger. Ms. Collins smiled at Victoria and stuck the finger into her own mouth slowly and deliberately.

"You taste fucking amazing," Ms. Collins told Victoria with a smile.

"No," Victoria moaned softly as she slowly opened her eyes, realizing that it had all been a dream. Her bedside lamp was still on, and she threw her blankets back to scoot out of bed. She gasped then at what she saw. There, all around here, was what looked to be a pool of water. Upon further examination by inhaling, she discovered that it was her pussy juices.

She had had a wet dream about Ms. Collins!

Victoria got permission to go to New York over spring break because she'd made all A's on her midterms. She got onto a decent plane and sat in first class, hoping that the plane would not vibrate too much under her sensitive pussy. Victoria had come over and over to the thought of Ms. Collins stroking her clit, and she couldn't get it out of her mind.

Victoria didn't realize that she'd fallen asleep until a little over six and a half hours later when she heard the pilot informing her and the rest of the passengers that they were landing at LaGuardia Airport. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and ascertained that her purse was all in good order. It was good that she was in first class, she thought to herself, because she could get off this thing sooner.

She managed to get off the plane and through the terminal with ease and navigated her way to baggage claim. Her costly leather duffel bag was easily retrievable and then she had to dash outside to get a taxi. She gave them the address of her grandmothers' mansion-like brownstone and soon she was sitting comfortably.

She got off at the place after giving the man her credit card and taking it back before running to the door. She knelt and retrieved the key from under the mat and let herself in. She took off her leather jacket and hung it on the peg in the hall before going further into the house to the suite of bedrooms.

"Victoria?!"

She turned around to see Grandma, a.k.a. Amber. "Hey, Grandma!" she cried, dashing up to her and throwing her arms around her.

Amber smiled down at her eldest granddaughter, of which she had six, and kissed her forehead. "Was the cab ride all right?" she asked.

Victoria nodded. "Yes. Quick and easy, of course."

"Is that Victoria?!" cried Grams, a.k.a. Mandy, running into the hallway and embracing Victoria. "I still can't believe we let you take a cab..."

Victoria shrugged. "I'm eighteen. I'm an adult!"

"That's right!" Amber said with a gleam in her eyes. "We got you a couple of things."

"What?" asked Victoria, shocked to he getting presents at all.

"I'll get them," said Amber said, dashing out of the room.

"You sounded surprised," Mandy said in a concerned voice.

Victoria sighed. "It's just... Grams, they're so preoccupied with Justine's anemia..." Victoria broke off, hanging her head. "I mean, it's not like I said anything. I can't say anything about it. I..." It was only a fraction of a second later that Victoria broke down and Mandy embraced her. "Grams, it's so hard!" she sobbed.

"I know, sweetheart, I know. You're at a difficult age. I'm sure you must think that you're selfish, but you're really not. I want to come down hard on Murphy because ever since Justine was born, it's always seemed to revolve around her. I know that she had a life-threatening condition and I'm not disputing that, but you were our granddaughter first. There's no changing that."

"But I'm adopted..."

"No," Amber said firmly, coming into the room. "Once you were called Victoria Spezia-James, you were a member of the family. You're family, period."

Victoria sighed. "I need to tell you something," she said, walking through to the living room. "I don't know where to start," she said a moment later, as they sat across from her and Victoria's presents were placed next to her. "I lied to you. I mean..." She sighed. "I mean...I wanted to see you. I did miss you. Christmas in Seattle without you guys sucked."

"Big case," Mandy said.

"Guy was acquitted of the crime though," Amber said.

"I understand," Victoria replied. "I came here to meet my father."

Amber and Mandy looked at each other before returning their eyes to their oldest grandchild.

"Tori," they began, believing the childhood nickname would soften her.

"No. I've thought it over. I'm eighteen, and although parental rights are terminated, legally I'm allowed to see him. I have an appointment tomorrow afternoon."

Amber sighed. "Okay. What else do you have to say?"

"I broke up with Miles."

"No!" Mandy said in a disappointed tone of voice. "He's such a sweet boy."

"I know, but..."

"You two would have worked so well together..." Amber went on.

"We wouldn't have worked out well together at all," Victoria burst out then, a trifle annoyed with the two of them for not letting her get a word in. "It wouldn't have worked out well for them because I'm gay. I'm a lesbian."

Amber and Mandy raised their eyebrows, shocked.

"Really?" they asked.

Victoria nodded. "Yes. I had a fling with a girl my sophomore year. She was a senior. We were at a party one night and we played spin the bottle and we ended up kissing. After the party she drove me home and..." Victoria shrugged then. "We had sex at the side of a dark road. It just happened, but she graduated a few weeks later and I never saw her again."

"How do you know?" asked Amber. "I didn't know myself. At my high school graduation party I found my then-boyfriend cheating with Mandy," she said with a laugh. "One thing led to another and then we were together, and now we're the top attorneys in New York, have five kids, and are happier than ever."

"I know because it was never the same with Miles," replied Victoria. "Miles is wonderful, but I never felt attracted to him like I've felt to..."

Mandy smiled. "You have someone in mind?" she asked.

Victoria sighed and nodded.

"Who is it?" Amber asked.

Victoria shook her head. "It's impossible is what it is."

"Why is that?" Mandy wanted to know.

"She's the youngest teacher at my school," Victoria said softly. "She made a vocal pass at me, and I know that's wrong, but it didn't go further than that. I wanted it to, though, but..."

Amber sighed. "Ms. Lola Collins is a very brilliant and kind woman. We're good friends with her uncle; he's actually a client of ours. Lola is still a teacher though, and you're a student. But we won't say anything, because you graduate in eight weeks. It would take a year to get to court and by the it wouldn't make sense."

Victoria nodded. "Thank you."

"Now, open your presents," Mandy urged with a smile.

The presents were a professional karaoke machine, a laptop to replace the beat up old one she had, and tickets to the Joan Jett concert that would be at Key Area the following September. She also had an Amazon gift card, which she decided to use to buy something sexy to wear to graduation to tempt Lola.

Victoria woke up at seven-thirty the following morning so as to be fully prepared for her visit. She put on her skinny jeans, black ankle boots, a white ruffled blouse, a simple gold necklace which read "VICTORIA", and a simple gray cardigan. She curled her freshly washed hair and put on makeup for good measure before grabbing her purse and slipping an energy bar into it as she passed the kitchen.

Amber and Mandy had called her a cab and she hugged them both goodbye and went outside. She gave the man the directions and he informed her that it would be an hour. She decided that it would be good, because then she could figure out what the hell she was going to say.

She went over every memory she had between her first and the court case which had locked her father away forever. America didn't think too fondly of serial killers or child abusers and, as her father was all rolled into one, prison was a very dangerous place for him. She wondered how different he would look to her.

"$110.35," the man said then.

Victoria handed him her credit card and then slipped out of the car. She went inside the prison and went to the check point, where she handed over her fully decent background check, which was immediately approved. Security patted me down and ascertained that she was not a threat and led her to a room full of tables.

"Norwood!" barked the man who'd escorted me. "Got a visitor."

A man turned around. He had salt and pepper hair, slight wrinkles to his face, but his eyes were the same. He gasped when he made eye contact with Victoria, his eyes widening.

"Bridget!" he cried, the sound of Victoria's biological mother's name hurting her heart. "Come back to haunt me, have you?"

"D--" Victoria couldn't bear to call him that, as she went over every detail of what he put her through. "Richard," she said in a more clipped tone, "it's me. It's Victoria."

Richard Norwood sank into a chair, and Victoria crossed the room and sat across from him. "You're very grown up now..."

Victoria nodded. "Thanks. I turned eighteen last week."

"And thought you'd track me down, huh?" he said, taking out a pack of cigarettes and expertly lighting one up, smoke wafting through his nostrils as he did so. "Smoke?" he asked from in between his teeth.

Victoria remembered her first cigarette then and there. She'd been around four and her father had encouraged it. He was buying her packs by the time she was six, and she'd quit after going into care and hadn't looked back. She even remembered being so addicted that she stole handfuls of cigarettes to keep from being hungry. Then her father had burned her with every last one for her thievery.

"No, thanks."

Richard nodded and tucked the pack back into his pocket.

"Why?"

"Excuse me?" asked Richard, looking up at her.

"Why did you...do it?" she asked. "You killed six people and...hurt me..."

He ran a hand through his hair. "The drugs affected me petty bad, Vickster," he said, calling her by her childhood nickname before care, which made her feel disgusted. "I was shooting up and doing meth and coke... I was really out of it..."

"I know. You were so out of it you held me down and forced me to smoke it with you."

"I know. And for that I'm sorry. But my therapists in here tell me that I obviously wasn't raised correctly and because of that I was apt to get into a troubled situation..."

Victoria blocked out the rest of the visit. She couldn't take it anymore. All she wanted was Lola.

Victoria returned to school the following Monday and went directly to the back room of the library. Lola was there and looked surprised to see her there. Murphy shut the door and locked it behind her before dashing up to her. 

"Victoria! What--?!"

Victoria slammed Lola up against a bookcase so as it rattled and kissed her deeply. They mutually allowed each other's tongues to explore the hidden parts of each other's mouths. Victoria was beyond turned on.

"Victoria, we can't. I could lose my job if we were to..."

"My mom is your boss," Victoria said. "I will never matter to my parents as much as Justine does, but I'm still their daughter." She sighed. "I want... No. I need you... I..."

"You said that last time."

Victoria blinked. "Excuse me?"

Lola sighed. "Remember that party two years ago? You and I played spin the bottle and did what we did in the car before I took you home."

"But..."

"I know. I was wearing a wig and too much makeup."

"No. I mean... You graduated high school at fourteen and college at eighteen. I..." 

"True," Lola replied. "But I was on break between semesters at the time. I wanted to see what a high school party was like. Luckily my cousin was the host that evening..."

Victoria sighed. Wow. Now she really had to have Lola, to make up for lost time, a lot of lost time. She wanted Lola in every way. Every. Way.

She gripped Lola's wrist then and hiked up her skirt.

"Victoria..."

She stuck Lola's hand into her panties and moved it around so as the history teacher's fingers grazed her clit. She then let go of her hold on her, and was overjoyed that Lola did not waver, rather, she seemed eager.


Violetwoods are Blue Ch. 01



"Oh..." Victoria whimpered, her knees turning quickly into jelly. "Oh shit..."

She felt Lola smile against her neck, and she kissed her there. "I know. You don't know how long I wanted to claim you back for my own..."

"I want to be yours," Victoria whispered to her. "I want you to be mine..."

"I've always been yours," Lola replied, smiling broader when Victoria gasped out loud then. "That's it baby. Do you want me to make you come?"

"Yes," Victoria replied. "Please. Please make me come, Lola..."

Lola nodded. "Yes, come on, baby," she said as Victoria extended one of her legs and put one of them on the bookshelf behind them. "Ooh," Lola said, skipping a finger inside of her.

"Ah!" Victoria cried out as Lola instantly found her g-spot. She moved back and forth by pushing with her shoe against the bookshelf. "Faster, faster, faster," she moaned into Lola's ear. "Right there, right there, right there! Yes!" she cried out as she came all over Lola's fingers. "I want to do that to you," she whispered as Lola licked her fingers.

"No," replied Lola. "When you graduate, I'll take you to a hotel and we'll go all the way, okay?"

Victoria nodded. "Okay."

Lola smiled and kissed her. "You and I will make fake email accounts and only give the addresses to each other," she instructed her.

She nodded. "Okay."

"And we'll plan our trysts with that, okay?"

Victoria nodded. "Yes."

Lola smiled. "But until then, we'll have to be very careful, okay?"

Victoria nodded again. "Okay."

"The utmost discretion is needed. None of this can be told, because then we can't ever be together."

Victoria sighed. She wanted Lola forever. "Utmost," she replied.

Lola smiled. "Okay." She peered closely at Victoria. "No dating. You're mine."

Victoria nodded vigorously. "You either. You're very much mine."

Lola smiled. "I'd have it no other way, Victoria."

"Neither would I, Ms. Collins," she replied.



Violetwoods are Blue Ch. 02



Victoria's fake email was to be badgirl21@sparknet.com, while Lola's was to be bedteacher@sparknet.com. It was all a new experience for Victoria, sleeping with a woman, and a teacher at her school to boot. As graduation grew nearer, she decided to attend Western Washington University as they had the best education program in the state, and informed her mothers about it. It seemed that Mom was way more supportive than Mama, but things were going to be plenty crazy over the next coming weeks.

For an early graduation present, her grandmothers had bestowed two sets of keys to her. One was to her dream car: a silver Volvo S60. The second was to a penthouse apartment nearby to the Western Washington University campus in Bellingham, about an hour and a half away from Seattle. Victoria was overjoyed, but not as much as she was with Lola.

Ever since their day in the back of the library, Lola had come up with the perfect plan. Math had always been a struggle for Victoria, so Lola spoke to Murphy and Gloria about potentially tutoring Victoria at her house. Both of them accepted and, since they were so preoccupied with Justine, they didn't notice that her grade rose from a C to an A-.

One night, while at Lola's house, Lola seemed a little withdrawn. When Victoria noticed, she became worried. It wasn't like her lover to be so introverted, especially when she herself was over.

"Babe? You okay?" she asked, taking Lola's hand. "You're not upset that I decided to go to Western, are you?" she wanted to know.

Lola shook her head. "No, I..." She bit her lip, unsure of what to say next.

"You're not...breaking up with me, are you?" Victoria asked, getting to her feet in shock. "Might as well tell me if you are. I'd hate to think all this sneaking around has been for no reason at all..."

Lola got to her feet and slammed Victoria up against the wall, hard. "No, I would never do that," she said through her teeth. "We've been over this. You're mine. Do you understand me?"

Victoria found herself strangely turned on by this display of behavior. She couldn't believe that she, Victoria Spezia-James, was becoming wet at the thought of being bossed around by Lola...and more. Prim and proper one minute and totally wet and turned on by the thought of Fifty Shades of Collins.

Lola, immediately seeing what she'd done to her lover, instantly let go of her hold on Victoria and stepped back at once. "Oh, god what's wrong with me?" she asked out loud, practically shaking at the rush it had given her. "I am so sorry, Victoria..."

But Victoria shook her head. She gently pushed Lola back onto the couch and pulled down her mini skirt and white lacy tong showing off her perfect ass that Lola was especially proud of. She then draped herself across Lola's lap, stomach on her knees, ass close to her groping hands.

"Please," Victoria whispered, practically trembling with excitement.

Lola shook all over. Were some of her demons from her wretched father's past coming back to haunt her? Lola herself came from an abusive background before her uncle had taken her in. Her mother, Annabelle, was her uncle's younger sister. Annabelle had been a crack addict and a prostitute whose boyfriends would abuse her night and day from the time she was six until the time her mother lost custody of her at eleven. The abuse first started typically, by telling her that she was an insignificant little bitch who should disappear forever. The physical abuse began soon afterwards; all the men seemed to enjoy slamming her into things the most. Then, two days after her seventh birthday, she had been raped for the first time.

Victoria squirmed a bit in Lola's lap, impatient. "Please," she said again.

Lola trembled, seeing Tim Hartford in her mind's eye: the first man who had raped her. Seeing him there made her practically growl with unresolved anger and she began hitting Victoria's perfect ass over and over again.

Victoria moaned and rubbed her pussy up against Lola's fine leather couch in order to get off quicker.

"Hey!" yelled Lola, smacking Victoria even harder than before. "I did not give you permission to come!"

Victoria shivered with a mixture of fear and excitement as Lola continued to hit her. Smack...smack...smack. The sound of her lover's palm making direct contact with her sensitive, tender skin filled the living room of Lola's apartment. 

Lola then lifted Victoria effortlessly and placed her on her back on the couch. It only took a moment for her to kiss her down her legs, into her thighs, past her knees, and to her pussy, glistening in the living room light. She slipped two fingers inside of her and Victoria moaned instantly.

"What do you say?" Lola asked.

"Please," she whispered, wanting desperately for Lola to finger fuck her as well as suck on her clit. "Please make me come..."

Lola nodded. "Yes," she said softly, slipping her fingers more deeply into Victoria's pussy and beginning to pump it, hard.

"Oh!" Victoria gasped, almost every vein in her pussy contorting in pleasure. It was an unbelievable sensation as Lola pulled her fingers back and forth, back and forth. "Fuuuck!" she cried out then, as her legs went around Lola's head and yanked her lover closer to her pussy. "I want more..." she whispered.

Lola smiled. "Next time," she promised. "I have to drive you home."

***

Victoria was annoyed that when she returned home that both of her mother's had gone to Justine's anemia support group. Usually just one of them would go, but now it seemed that they were showing Victoria more and more that they fully intended to not seek out her company. Devastated, she retreated to her bedroom and curled into a fetal position onto her bed. Her phone buzzed with an incoming email from Lola, asking if she wanted to have phone sex.

Victoria took a risk and called her. "Hi," she said quietly.

"Are you alone?!" Lola immediately demanded.

"Yes."

"What's the matter?"

"They went to her fucking support group," Victoria sobbed. "I used to think that they cared about me, but ever since Justine was born, they just don't care anymore..."

"When will they get home?"

"It's Friday. Probably not until after 10:00," Victoria replied.

The doorbell rang then and Victoria went downstairs to answer it. Looking through the peephole, she saw Lola standing there. She let her inside and Lola told her to wait for her in her bedroom. Victoria did as she was told and waited for Lola in her room. 

Lola then came in and set a cup of something on her bedside table. Upon looking around, she discovered a paisley scarf draped over a chair and, after shutting and locking the bedroom door, she retrieved the scarf and blindfolded Victoria before also securing her wrists to the bed frame with it as well. Her ankles were left untied as Lola yanked up her shirt, unclasped her bra, and pulled down her mini skirt and that white thong that she loved so much to sniff now and again.

"What...?" Victoria whispered.

"Shh," Lola said gently. She then reached out for the green plastic cup, filled to the brim with ice, and took some into her mouth. She then proceeded to kiss down Victoria's body, the ice just behind her lips, leaving a thin trail of cool water from her enlarged nipples to her navel. Lola then swallowed that piece of ice and bite down, hard, on Victoria's navel, making her squeal with pleasure.

"Quiet," Lola cautioned, taking a second piece of ice into her mouth. Leaning down to her lover's clit, she stuck the ice out of her mouth and gently prodded the sensitive piece of skin with it. She chuckled a bit as her lover squirmed with a renewed sense of pleasure, begging to be allowed to come into Lola's mouth. 

Lola shook her head. Tracing the ice around Victoria's clit, it became all the more engorged, until she was so wet herself that she couldn't stand it anymore. Stripping herself and turning about, she made the perfect sixty-nine with Victoria. Spreading her legs apart, she was instantly sitting on Victoria's face and leaning forward to caress her lover's ice cold pussy with her enlarged taste bud tongue.

She began to squirm on top of Victoria and began to grind herself into the younger girl's mouth. "Stuck your tongue up my fucking pussy," she ordered through her teeth. "That's right, tongue fuck me!"

Victoria shivered at being ordered again; it really was a big turn on. She then proceeded to stick her tongue out as far as it would go, and made it enter Lola's pussy. Lola's hips immediately proceeded to buck as she fucked Victoria's tongue.

They both spasmed at once, delighting as their juices went into each other's mouths and permeated the room. Lola then got another idea and got up from Victoria's face. She grabbed her braided belt, which resembled a flogger, from the belt loops on her jeans and then proceeded to caress Victoria with it. It only took a moment for the light touches to become smooth slaps. It surprised her when Victoria begged for more, harder ones.

"Please..."

Lola, not wanting to disappoint, although reluctant to do so, began to whack instead of smoothly slap. There were red marks forming in the shape of the belt. She found herself becoming more and more turned on by Victoria's moans of pleasure, and didn't notice that she had begun to hit her with the buckle itself.

"Ow..." Victoria began to say. "No. Lola...I don't... Lola!" she screamed.

But Lola was lost in a fit of pleasure. It was not that she wanted to hurt Victoria, but she couldn't help doing so, not now. She was too far gone in something that shouldn't have ever been attempted.

"LOLA!" Victoria screamed, a choking sob that Lola finally heard.

Massive welts appeared from Victoria's shoulder blades to her knees. She immediately untied her and stepped away from her. Victoria's eyes were streaming with tears as sobs wracked her body.

"Victoria..."

"No." Her voice was firm, yet somehow quite distant.

"Please, baby, I..."

"No!" she said. She made a grab for her robe and threw it on, the silk irritating the welts. She then proceeded to throw Lola's clothes at her. "You're a fucking bitch who needs help!" she , sobbing openly now. "Go find someone else to fuck around with and fucking abuse! I was abused, Lola. But of course you knew that. Put on your clothes and get the hell out of here right now."

"Victoria, please..."

"No. I don't want this. This was wrong from the beginning. There are rules for a reason, and maybe if we stop this now, we'll be able to move on with our lives without any continuing repercussions."

Lola slowly began getting dressed, trying and failing to get Victoria's eye. "I wish you would talk to me."

"Fuck no," Victoria muttered. "Not after what you did to me."

Lola slowly nodded. She put on her shoes in an equally slow manner. "May I suggest that you delete the email account and destroy every message we have about...this? I don't want anyone's reputation to be destroyed."

"Don't worry. It'll get done."

Lola nodded. "It would probably be better if you walked me out. It'd look funny if I left by myself."

Victoria slowly got to her feet, yanking her robe closer around her so that neither of them would have to see the massive red welts and other marks that she was covered with. She led the way downstairs to the front door and opened it. "Goodnight," she said, tight lipped.

Lola nodded, feeling as if her heart was breaking. "Goodnight, Victoria."

Victoria shut the door and walked back up to her bedroom. Shutting the door again, she sat down on her bed and noticed two pieces of paper sticking out from underneath her bed. They were letters: one from her moms, telling her how pleased they were to be adopting her and how much they loved her. 

Dearest Victoria,

Though neither of us gave birth to you, we two were destined to be your mother's. We loved you from the moment you entered our lives, and there is nothing more motherly than that. You were that spark we were looking for and needed in our lives, and nothing shall ever replace you. Though you are our only child at the moment, we may end up extending the family a bit more. Should that happen, you should not worry about getting enough love or attention, because we are always here for you.

Love always,

Mama and Mom

The second was from Lola. She shook with sobs as she began to read.

My little bad girl,

This cannot be spoken of until graduation, and maybe not even then, for people might know that we were together before then. What they can know is that I'll never hurt you. I'll always be there for you. I will always want you with me. I cannot write "I love you here", because that it something that should be said in person. What I can say is the cheesy 1980's junior high school version: "I care so much about you." I do care so much about you. I always have, and I always will.

Victoria held both letters to her heart and began to sob. She soon found that she couldn't stop. Certain things, she decided then, would probably always remain unfulfilled.



Violetwoods are Blue Ch. 03



Victoria went over for the seventeenth time that morning over her bland, watery eggs what had happened between her and Lola two weeks before. Now she was swamped with finals; she cursed herself for taking on the required seven classes, plus the three classes at the local community college. She had taken three classes at the community college ever quarter for the past year and nine months in order to get her pre-requisites out of the way in order to qualify as a junior and not a freshman upon first entering college.

Now, on one of her last Saturdays before high school let out, she had nothing to do. With all of her college finals finished, having aced all of them, any self-respecting high school senior would be cramming for their more important finals. However, with a week and a half left, three of her seven classes had already been taken up by two essays and one oral report...oddly for Lola's class, making her think about eating her pussy the whole time. She had picked a spot on the white washed wall and kept her eyes glued to it.

"Tori?" asked Mom, breaking her reverie of her future. "Could you please pass the OJ if you're not having any?" 

"If you knew me at all, you'd know that I despise OJ," Victoria snapped back at Murphy, handing her the carton. "He should not have been acquitted. He clearly killed Nicole. Have you ever seen that footage of his verdict? Fucking smug look on his face..."

Murphy looked at her oldest daughter, shocked at the outburst. Looking at Gloria, they nodded to each other and asked Justine to leave the table. Justine complied, of course, because she was the perfect child.

"Sweetheart, we really have to talk to you," Gloria began.

Victoria rolled her eyes. "Right. The word 'fucking' is not appropriate. I'm sorry. I'll go apologize to Justine and then I'll get out of here. You only have time for your real daughter anyhow," she said, getting to her feet.

"Victoria Alexandra Spezia-James, sit your butt down while we're talking to you," Murphy said, and Victoria instantly sat down again, cursing her childhood loyalty.

"Yes, Mom..."

"Apologize to Mama," Murphy said.

"Sorry, Mama..."

"Now," Murphy said, wiping her face with her napkin and setting it down, "I got a call from Grandma and Grams the other day. With the new case getting its verdict, I had to be on-hand to the client constantly..."

"The point. I don't want you wasting your precious time on me," Victoria said, contemplating if whether or not her inedible eggs would be better with ketchup.

"They said that you saw Richard Norwood," said Gloria, putting on her principal's voice. 

Victoria felt herself whiten. She really thought that Grandma and Grams would've kept this visit under wraps, but apparently she was mistaken. "Did they now?"

"Now we know you're over eighteen, so we had no right to stop you," Murphy put in. "I just want you to appreciate how potentially dangerous that situation was, going to a prison, that you put yourself in..."

Victoria nodded. "I know. Norwood has some mental problems."

Gloria sighed. "He's a convicted serial killer, sex offender, and child molester, Victoria. His problems are beyond just mental ones."

Victoria spread her hands. "What do you want me to say? What do you expect from me? I work my ass off in school so you'll stay off my back, which you've done since freshman year and then some. I decided ever since about a year of Justine's diagnosis that I wanted as far away from here as possible."

"Why would you want that, love?" asked Murphy, confused.

"You have got to be kidding me," she said, looking between her mothers. "This right here, what we're doing right now, never happens because you're either working at your offices, here at home, or seeing to Justine."

"That's not--" Gloria began.

"And don't you dare tell me that's not true!" Victoria said, feeling the tears come. "You don't even know anything about me because of your precious jobs and your real daughter..."

"Now that's uncalled for," Murphy said, shaking her head. "You are our real daughter, Victoria."

"No, I'm not. I'll always be your adopted daughter that you'll never love like you love Justine." She got to her feet, shaking her head. "In fact, I'm probably keeping you from her. Your real daughter is probably eavesdropping right now, anyhow. I'll be out of here as soon as finals are over, anyhow. That apartment in Bellingham was probably a bribe anyway, but it's a beautiful bribe and a wonderful escape. You can convert my bedroom into something for your real daughter as soon as I'm gone," Victoria said, turning away to hide her tears.

"Victoria sit down!" Murphy said firmly, and Victoria sat, keeping her eyes lowered so as they couldn't see her face. "How could you say that we don't know anything about your life? Prom is tonight. Aren't you excited to go with Miles? You've been talking about it since September..."

Victoria sighed. "Yeah, I'm not gonna go to that, especially with someone straight..."

Gloria looked at Murphy before turning back to Victoria. "Um, honey? Is there something important that you wanted to tell us?"

Victoria shook her head. "I don't want to tell either of you anything. You lost that right as soon as you successfully forgot about me."

Gloria slammed her fist down upon the breakfast table, something very out of character for her. "This attitude of yours is unacceptable, Victoria. Either tell us what's going on with you, or you're grounded."

"Um, love, she's eighteen," Murphy said gently, touching Gloria's arm.

Gloria sighed. "Just please answer me, Victoria. Please."

Victoria looked at them full in the face at that moment. She had considered looking down or looking away, but she just wanted to get it over with. "Fine, you want the truth? I'm gay. I'm a lesbian, and I broke up with Miles because it was wrong to lead him on. I would appreciate it if I could go to my room now, please..." 

Without hesitation this time, Victoria got to her feet quickly and walked down the hall. Justine was standing there, her eyes wide. Victoria glared at her.

"If you weren't sick I'd..." She shook her head, realizing that it wasn't worth it and walked upstairs to her room and slammed and locked the door behind her. She threw herself onto her bed and began to sob.

Miles had messaged her about an hour after that and informed her that he still had their prom tickets. Since he hadn't asked anyone else, he asked if they could go as friends. Wanting more than anything to get out of there, Victoria quickly accepted.

She had gotten the dress and the shoes about a month before the break up, so she had everything she needed for the evening. She readied herself quickly and, at seven-fifteen, Miles arrived to pick her up. 

Murphy and Gloria had, unsurprisingly, taken Justine to something for the night, so no prom photographs were taken. Victoria got into the limo and sat beside Miles, grateful that he only held her hand. They arrived at the dance at a nightclub Downtown, posing for a picture outside before heading inside into the flashing disco lights, where the hit of the summer, some new Taylor Swift song or something, was pumping over the giant speakers.

Beth Henry, who had long harbored a crush on Miles, casually asked him to dance, and Victoria encouraged him to go for it. Victoria then spotted the stereotypical punch bowl and filled a red plastic cup with it, sipping it slowly as she looked around the room. Of course, of course, Lola was one of the chaperones, looking beyond gorgeous in a mermaid dark green dress which was finished in black lace. 

"Great dance," Lola said quietly.

Victoria nodded. "Yeah."

"How are you?"

"Fine."

"Why is your date dancing with Beth Henry?" asked Lola.

Victoria shrugged. "Because he wants to," she replied as an 90's song, "Hey Ho, Let's Go" by the Ramones just finished on the speakers.

"Hungry Eyes" by Eric Carmen stared up then.

"I love this song," Victoria and Lola said at the same time. 

They stared at each other.

"Are you...?"

"Hungry for you?" asked Lola. "All day, every day. I mean... I'm sorry. I didn't treat you right. Clearly I have some issues that have to be resolved."

"We all do," Victoria replied. She turned and looked at Miles and Beth, who clearly seemed to be having a good time that night. "You know...we are in a hotel/nightclub..."

Lola's eyes widened. "Okay. If you get a room, it won't look as suspicious. You could text me the room number and I could sneak up the back way to your room."

Victoria's heart leapt. She set down her punch and winked at Lola before stepping out of the dance floor area and walked up to the concierge at the front desk. "One of your finest suites, please," she said, handing over her credit card.

After getting her room key, she walked up to the elevator. Pressing the button, the doors seemed to immediately open before her. Looking down at the key as the doors closed behind her, she read the numbers 690. As she rode up the elevator, she texted Lola the room number and then Miles to tell him to take Beth home and to have a great night, as she had taken a cab because she was tired and wanted to get back home.

The elevator doors dinged open on the sixth floor and she walked along the carpeted hallway towards the suite she had just gotten. Opening the door, she admired the white and cream coloring and the fine quality leather furniture as she walked about. The bright chrome mini fridge held sparkling cider, a touch which made Victoria laugh.

She removed her dress and admired herself in the floor-length mirror. Her undergarments could easily be described as naughty and sexy, and she became wet at the thought of what Lola would do to her that night. A soft knock came at the door then and she went quickly to answer it. Lola stared up at the door from the peephole, and Victoria quickly threw it open and pulled her inside.

"So I think maybe we should--" Lola began, but was quickly silenced by Victoria slamming her mouth against hers. 

Victoria's tongue quickly found Lola's and they soon found themselves intertwined with one another. Gripping each other tightly, Victoria pulled Lola into the master bedroom with a king-sized bed and an elegant pale green duvet which shown slightly in the high-quality hotel lighting. Victoria had already pulled all the curtains shut for maximum privacy.

Victoria easily got Lola out of her dress, and proceeded to slowly pull down her stockings, kissing each part of her leg which came into view. Lola began to squirm as Victoria's tongue came out and licked all the way up and down Lola's legs. She made her way back up her lover's legs again, inhaling her pussy slightly before kissing it lightly, causing Lola to gasp aloud. Victoria giggled at that and continued up Lola's belly, sticking her tongue briefly into the older woman's navel.

"Oh!" Lola gasped.

"Shh," Victoria returned quietly, gently reaching under her and unhooking Lola's bra. The bra fell under Lola's ample breasts, which Victoria promptly took into her mouth, sucking greedily, all the while amused by Lola's squirms, gasps, and occasional, "Oh fuck!" She then barred her teeth and gently pulled back and forth on her lover's nipples.

"Fuck, I can feel that right in my pussy," Lola whispered in Victoria's ear.

"That's the point," replied Victoria, amused.

Lola quickly grabbed Victoria by the waist and flipped her around so that the younger girl's ass was in her face, to which she smiled in approval. She could see the wet mark on Victoria's panties, and this excited her greatly, and filled her with a great desire to make her even wetter than that.

Gently, Lola smacked Victoria's perfect ass, and Victoria's whimper of approval excited Lola more than anything. She then took ahold of Victoria's panties and yanked them down, pleased to have her younger lover's ass fully exposed to her. She put her face closer and inhaled, the sweet scent of Victoria's pussy filling her nostrils.

She inserted two fingers into her mouth and sucked them briefly before inserting two fingers into the mouth of her lover's pussy. Victoria immediately gasped and proceeded to rock back and forth against Lola's fingers. "Oh fuck, fuck me, Lola...!" she demanded, going back and forth on Lola's fingers faster and faster.

"Of course, my love," Lola said, leaning forward so as her breast made contact with Victoria's back and became hard as Victoria pushed herself closer and closer to her. "Do you like what I'm doing to you?"

"So much... OH!" cried Victoria.

"Yeah, that's right. Get wetter for me, baby. You like it when I finger fuck your pussy, don't you, baby?"

"You make me so wet, Lola... Fuck!" she cried, squirming even faster now. And then she began to shake. "Oh, I'm going to come..." 

"That's right. You can. Go on and come for me, baby."

"Fuuuck I'm coming!" cried Victoria, shuddering around Lola's finger, and shaking under her hold on her. 

Lola's finger then became dripping wet and she removed it slowly from Victoria's pussy. She tasted one finger before grinning and offering Victoria her other finger. "Do you like tasting yourself on my fingers?"

Victoria nodded, her eyes hazy and drunk with pleasure. She then turned around and gently pushed Lola back onto the pillows, knowing exactly what she had to do. She then proceeded to yank down her lover's panties and looked down for a moment at Lola's pussy, fascinated at how different it looked from her own. She then inched closer and closer, inhaling its sweet scent, making her legs turn immediately to jelly.

"It's okay, baby. Take your time."

Victoria smiled at her lover's words and went closer. Sticking her tongue out, she made it into a point before gently stimulating Lola's clit. Lola's clit instantly grew in size at the moment that Victoria touched it orally, and she pushed herself right up to Victoria's mouth, which opened automatically and proceeded to munch upon Lola's delicious pussy.

"Oh, baby, that's great..."

Victoria didn't reply, but stuck her tongue out and inserted it into Lola's pussy, causing her to moan loudly. The older woman reached out and gently put her hands around Victoria's head and pushed her right up against her pussy, so as Victoria's nose stimulated her clit and her tongue continued to fuck her pussy.

"Fuck, Victoria, don't stop!" she cried, pushing her closer still. And then she shuddered against the younger girl and fell flat against the pillows.

Victoria crawled up Lola's body and lay beside her, their legs intertwining together. "I really missed you," she said softly. "I just... I felt lost."

Lola smiled, reaching out and gently pushing some of Victoria's hair behind her head. "I'm glad. Because you know what? I missed you, too."

Victoria smiled, lowering her eyes as her cheeks gently flushed. "Where do we go from here?"

Lola smiled, kissing Victoria's forehead and pulling her close. "Well, you've got a few finals left and then graduation. I guess..."

"What?" Victoria asked, pulling back to stare into Lola's face.

"I may have put in a job application at a high school in Bellingham..."

"You did?!" cried Victoria. "Were you interviewed?!"

Lola nodded. "Yes. Last week."

"Well, what happened?!"

"Long story short, they offered me the job. I'd start in September."

"Would we live together?"

"Would you like to live together?"

"Duh!" said Victoria, slapping Lola's ass and sharing a grin. "Coming home to that fine ass every day... That would never get old."

Lola grinned, kissing Victoria. "So," she said, putting out her right manicured hand, "girlfriends?" she asked.

Victoria grinned. "Girlfriends," she replies, shaking Lola's hand.



Violetwoods are Blue Ch. 04



Through all of her high school years, Victoria had made straight A pluses, but she had never expected this. It was an official letter from her mother, Gloria, congratulating her on becoming the valedictorian for her graduating class. It was a lot to take in.

She met Lola in their customary spot for some very heavy petting, and showed her the letter. Her girlfriend smiled, one of the only things that Victoria could see in the darkness of the room. "I just heard the news this morning," she said softly.

"And how could you hear this before I could?" Victoria asked, leaning closer to nibble at her neck.

Lola grinned, pushing herself closer to Victoria's wanting mouth. "Honey, it was department head meeting. As Head of the English Department and Editor and Chief of the Centennial Gazette, I have to be quick on my toes," she went on, getting her hand under Victoria's skirt and hooking her fingers inside her lover's panties.

"Wait," Victoria said, feeling her eyebrows knitting together as she spread her legs, positioning herself more comfortably as Lola's fingers found her clit, already wet with excitement. "How are you Editor and Chief?"

Lola giggled. "Harmony Ambrose got expelled for possession. The position fell to me."

Victoria grinned. "That's amazing!" she cried, throwing herself at her lover then, easily slipping her tongue in between her lips. 

Lola grinned at the younger girl's enthusiasm. "Thanks. I can't wait for this to be over."

"The secret meetings?" Victoria asked innocently, proceeding to sway her hips backwards and forwards, so as Lola's finger stimulated her.

Lola nodded, amused at her lover's alluring movements in her attempt to come. "That, and for my employment here to be officially terminated."

Victoria stood on her toes and kissed Lola then, moaning softly into her mouth as she came, so that neither of them heard the squeak of the door opening up behind them.

"Victoria!" cried an all-too familiar voice from the doorway.

At once, her blood ran cold as she instantly broke away from Lola, whose hands whipped out of her panties covertly in the darkness. Shaking, she turned, and saw Gloria, her mother, the Dean of Violetwood Academy, thus making her Lola's boss by default, standing behind her. More than anything, she wanted to die right there on the spot in the backmost library study room.

"Mom..." 

"Do you want to tell me what exactly you're doing?"

"Gloria, I--"

"Lola, please," Gloria replied in a voice which Victoria registered as she would be taking the full blame for this. "I asked you a question," she said, her blue-eyed gaze returning to her older daughter.

Victoria sighed. "Well, Mom, there you have it. Physical evidence of my sexual orientation."

"Your mother and I discussed it at length with you and separately," Gloria replied levelly. "We told you after our initial conversation with you about it that we supported you. What I don't understand is why you didn't tell us who exactly your girlfriend was. Now I can see why you didn't."

Victoria nodded. "I know. I just felt like that since it was so close to graduation that it wouldn't matter."

Gloria sighed. "And when did this whole escapade begin?"

"After my last birthday," Victoria replied, still not making eye contact with Gloria, preferring instead to stare at the ugly carpeting on the floor. "We broke up for a bit and then got back together on prom night."

Gloria threw back her head in an exasperated manner and sighed, covering her face with her hands. She smoothed her perfectly arched eyebrows and lowered her hands slowly, turning her eyes to her daughter and her employee. "I trust nobody else knows about this?"

"Just Grandma and Gran know," came Victoria's soft reply.

Gloria nodded. "Well, since you're going to another school next year, and you're nearly graduated and over eighteen, I won't do or say anything further about it. I hope you know how lucky you are to be close to someone in a position of authority."

"Yes. Thank you," Lola said softly.

Gloria checked to make sure that her pristine bun was still in place before checking her Cartier watch. "And it's time for your physics test in... Oh, ten minutes, Victoria. Better get a move on, now."

"Right," Victoria replied, giving a quick kiss to Lola, which made Gloria look away uncomfortably, and dashed out of there.

Victoria had a difficult time positioning herself just right on the physics stool in the classroom. The blacktop table was cool under her warm fingers, and she slowly pulled her test toward her and removed a pencil from her book bag next to her. Professor Barnes was rambling on about what not to do before a final exam (i.e. not to look at another person's paper, no notes, no starting before the allotted time, etc.) which annoyed her to no end.

Finally, he ceased his never-ending banter about how wonderful the subject of physics was and that you used it constantly in your every day lives. Victoria mentally rolled her eyes, thankful that she hadn't decided to teach high school. When they were finally given the okay to test, she just wanted to get out of there.

Soon it was all over and she could get the hell out of there. Dashing down the hallway, she walked down the four flights of stairs to the main office to pick up her cap and gown. She then ran to the parking lot, getting into her 2014 pink Volvo S60 and sent a quick text to Lola, telling her that she was heading home for the day. 

Once home, Victoria proceeded to meticulously outline her valedictorian speech for the graduation ceremony the following week and lay back on her bed. A text from Murph the lawyer reminded her that she and Gloria had to take Justine to Portland for the end of the year trip to The Oregon Museum of Science and Industry, Washington Park, and the Pittock Mansion. Getting an idea, she called Lola.

"Baby?" she asked.

"Hey," Lola replied.

"Was my mom too hard on you?" Victoria wanted to know. "I mean she didn't..."

Lola giggled on the opposite end of the phone. "No. She just said to be careful about how we show our affection over the next week or so. Then we'll be in Bellingham and nobody will even know the difference."

"What do you get to do this Friday evening?" she asked.

"I have my yoga class in an hour and then not much of anything. Since we only have finals week at this point, I have all of Monday to make the last of the photo copies."

"How's about you bring that fine ass of yours over here after your class?"

"What about your moms?"

"Oh, they're both at Justine's class trip," she replied.

"Sounds like fun."

"Come over right after that movements course is finished," Victoria ordered.

"Can I at least shower first?"

"No. No going home."

"It's at the gym, sweetheart. It would only be another ten minutes."

"Oh, all right," Victoria grumbled sarcastically. "I'll be waiting in this empty house for you."

She hung up the phone and quickly scooted off of the bed. Grabbing a sweater and her wallet, she slipped from her bedroom and down the hall, down the stairs, towards the kitchen door which led directly to the four car garage. She then drove to the mall and purchased a sexy outfit for the evening ahead. She then made one more stop at a local chain of stores called Lust Zone and walked in. She asked for the sex toy section and was directed to the very back wall.

"See anything you like?" asked an employee in his thirties with the nametag Dick.

Victoria tried not to laugh. "Uh, yeah," she replied, reaching outwards and making a grab for the strap on with the biggest cock. She smirked as Dick turned red and walked away, and she shrugged, turning to make her purchase at the counter. 

With traffic getting heavy, she was thankful for the text from Lola that she'd be another twenty minutes, which gave her enough time to run into the market and pick up a dozen red roses beforehand. She hastily returned home after that and immediately went to her en suite bathroom and jumped into the shower. After scrubbing all over her hair and body, she got out. Checking the time, she still had another twenty minutes.

She blow dried her hair, leaving it silky and fluffy down her back. She put on her new lingerie outfit and hid the strap on in her bedside table drawer as she turned to the roses. She broke the petals from their stems and scattered them on her bed, her vanity table, and the floor around her bed. She found her push-button candles in another drawer and put them on her bedside tables and vanity table. Dabbing perfume between her breasts, on her wrists and behind her ears, and then proceeded to do her makeup. She hastily sent a text to Lola telling her to come and find her as she dimmed the lights of her bedroom and climbed center stage on her bed.

She heard the key turn in the lock of the front door a moment later and heard the click of heels. She sensed that Lola was near and positioned herself in a sexy position. She saw the glow of Lola's blonde hair in the hallway and waited with baited breath as her lover stepped into her bedroom.

"Oh, my god..."

"Hey, sexy," Victoria said, giving Lola the half smile she knew that her lover was nuts for.

"Back at you."

"Bring that fine ass over here," Victoria said, leaning forward slightly so as her milky white breasts spilled forth from her white silk bustier.

Lola shivered at that and proceeded to strip down to her matching black lace bra and panties. She stepped onto the bench at the base of Victoria's bed and stepped over the frame. She was instantly grabbed by Victoria, and their mouths were instantly co-mingling in a sudden frenzy of passion. They moaned in each other's mouths, desperately wanting each other.

Lola soon got the better of Victoria and all but threw her down onto her white bedspread. Victoria giggled as Lola lowered her head, her mouth instantly capturing Victoria's. Victoria threw her legs around Lola's waist and proceeded to grind her pussy on Lola's left leg.

"I feel you," Lola whispered against Victoria's lips. "You're already wet..."

"I'm always wet for you," she whispered back, pulling her closer.

Lola pulled down the straps of Victoria's bustier and proceeded to ravage her lover's breasts. She sucked on one nipple while she stroked the next, which quickly hardened at the attention. It didn't take long for Victoria to beg softly for Lola to keep going.

"Go down on me," she said softly. "Lola, baby, please..."

Lola grinned and obliged, gently unclipping her lover's garters. She slipped the stockings from Victoria's shapely legs and gave small kisses to each bit of skin she exposed from the silk. As soon as she'd completely removed the white silk stockings from Victoria's legs, she proceeded to kiss back up her legs, right up to her panties. The lace material clung to Victoria's wet sex, which turned Lola on even more. She lowered her face to her lover's pussy and hastily removed Victoria's panties in one quick movement.

Victoria gasped as Lola's hot breath came down onto her exposed pussy. It caused a shiver within her, which showed as a tremble to Lola. Lola bent down and opened her mouth ever so slightly, making contact with the wet area between her lover's legs. 

"Fuck!" Victoria whispered, immediately making a grab for Lola's head and pulling it closer to her pussy. "Lick me, Lola! Oh fuck... Make me come..."

Lola happily obliged and stuck her tongue out, lapping at Victoria's clit in a greedy fashion. Victoria's clit enlarged then and filled Lola's mouth. Lola pulled away briefly to lick two of her fingers, which were promptly shoved up of Victoria's pussy, causing her to squirm with arousal. Lola made a beckoning motion with her fingers, immediately finding Victoria's g-spot and sending her over the moon.

"Fuck me, yes!" Victoria moaned, having grabbed Lola's head and shoved it onto her clit again. "Oh fuck!" she cried, feeling that she was at the gateway of the point of no return. 

Lola's mouth completely captured Victoria's pussy then, as her lips became drenched and enlarged and all the more sensitive to Lola's wanting mouth. She spread her legs even further then, and Lola began finger fucking her even more quickly than before.

"Fuck me," Victoria said in a lust-filled whisper.

Lola grinned and did just that. "Come on baby," she encouraged. "Come for me. I want you to come for me."

Victoria threw back her head then and screamed as she exploded all around Lola's fingers. Victoria moaned as Lola withdrew her fingers and licked them appreciatively.

"You always taste amazing," Lola said in a husky voice.

Victoria rolled out from under Lola, and smiled at her. She reached out and made sure that her two pillows were stacked, one on top of the other. She patted them and beckoned to Lola, who looked curious. "Lie down there," she ordered softly.

Lola did as she was told. Victoria reached around Lola's smooth back and gently unclipped her bra, then proceeded to remove her black lace panties. She remained silent for a brief moment, allowing Lola to remain naked before her, unsure about what she was going to do next. 

"And what are your plans for me now, Miss Spezia-James?" Lola asked.

"Shut your eyes."

Lola grinned and shut them, placing her hands on her taut stomach. 

Victoria reached into her bedside table drawer, removing the strap on and the lube which had been thrown in to the purchase, which Ben, the kindly gay man who had sold it to her, had assured her was the best on the market. Victoria stepped into the strap on, making sure that everything was buckled in its proper place and that it hung just so from her hips. Careful to be silent, she opened the lube and drizzled some on top and around the shaft of her strap on, before setting it aside.

She climbed onto the bed, careful not to disturb Lola, and rubbed the last of the lube onto Lola's pussy. Lola gave a small gasp and bucked her hips forward in an eager manner, as an elegant smile came onto Victoria's lips. She positioned herself betwixt her lover's legs and allowed the shaft to enter her. Lola immediately allowed her eyes to fly open as she made a grab for Victoria's ass, pulling her more deeply inside her, much to Victoria's amusement.

Victoria began to maneuver herself back and forth, making the stereotypical thrusting movements that she thought Lola would love. Lola felt herself tightening around the shaft as her arousal became too hot to handle, and begged and pleaded for more as she wrapped her legs around Victoria's cream-colored hourglass waist.

Victoria continued to give Lola all that she asked for, all the while thrusting back and forth, the shaft becoming drenched with Lola's pussy juices. It brought Victoria great joy that she could make Lola so happy, and was pleased at last when Lola let out a whimper and came, her arousal dripping down her legs and onto Victoria's hips, causing Victoria to grin in a sense of accomplishment.

"Victoria..."

"Hmm?" came the reply as she removed the sex toy, placed it upon her bedside table, and collapsed next to her lover. "I need to know if you're all right..."

"I'm more than all right," replied Lola, turning to regard Victoria with her bright blue eyes. 

Victoria smiled. "Good."

"I love you." 

Victoria sat up. "Wh... What?"

Lola smiled. "Victoria... I love you. I am head over heels in love with you. I want to be with you forever. I'm..."

Victoria closed the distance between them and kissed her on the lips. Their tongued mingled for a moment before Victoria pulled back. "I love you too, Lola. So much."

***

"And now, ladies and gentleman, I present to you this classes valedictorian, Miss Victoria Charlotte Spezia-James," Gloria announced, giving her daughter a hug as she returned to her seat and watched as Victoria made her way up to the podium.

"Welcome parents, grandparents, siblings, friends, or just random people who wanted to see a bunch of high schoolers in uniform," Victoria began, igniting a chorus of laughter from the audience. "I've been attending Violetwood Academy since I was in the third grade, when my mom's moved us out here so that my mother could become the Dean of the Academy. It was a totally different time zone, with different values, different beliefs, but most of all, it was a chance to completely start over. My biological father is in prison, which is why he lost custody of me when I was a very little girl. My mom's took me in during the trail proceedings and were able to adopt me soon afterwards, giving me a new shot at life. Despite the fact that my mischievous younger sister Justine came along soon thereafter, I never was neglected in any way from their attention, and have never felt more love from them or for them. Family and education is are vry important things, and those things are what bring us together today. To remember that everything is a unit, and that we are here because of our families. We are here because we made the conscious decision to stick it out when things got tough, to remember that things could and are harder from other people, and that studying really does pay off now and then." She paused, allowing the audience to laugh. "We will remember the good times, like when we aced a chemistry midterm; the bad times, like when we did something seemingly normal and we're laughed at for it; and the ugly times, like that embarrassing photo at that party your parents don't know about. These are all snapshots of the high school experience, but something that we won't forget, what we'll never forget, is the people who helped us along the way which was paved for us to really succeed. And to the Violetwood Vikings, I say this: Happy Graduation, and congratulations."

After Victoria's speech, there was some mediocre poetry read that was mistaken for deep; one girl playing a banjo; one guy playing a harpsichord; and the choir singing a song about how great motivation was. Then it was time for the ceremony proper, and, at last, Victoria's name was called. 

"Victoria Spezia-James," said a voice, and she hastened up to the stage again and took the diploma, shaking her mother's hand. 

Finally the ceremony was over. Lola was sitting with Mama and Justine, and they all congratulated her. They had reservations at a waterfront restaurant downtown, and Victoria was eager to get out of her cap and gown after the customary pictures were forcibly taken. Lola and Victoria were going to meet them there, as Justine had to take her medication, and they needed to find Gloria first.

Lola and Victoria walked to Lola's 2014 silver Saab convertible. Victoria climbed into the passenger seat and hastily removed her cap and gown, revealing an elegant strapless knee length black dress with a flared skirt. She shut the door as Lola got in, turning up the air conditioning as they got the hell out of the parking lot.

"Beautiful, as always," Lola said with a smile as the drove downtown.

When they got there, Victoria gave their name and, to her surprise, they were shown to the private room. It was a circular room which had a table in the center with five high-backed chairs, and a view of the water all around them. It was all very breathtaking.

"We have a good ten minutes before they arrive," Lola said quietly.

"Do I need to lock the door?" she asked cautiously.

Lola smiled. "No." She then reached into her pocket and drew out a black velvet box, opening it to reveal a three carat diamond ring with three emeralds on either side of it, going down on one knee in the process. "Victoria Charlotte Spezia-James, I want forever to begin and end with you. Will you do me the privileged honor of marrying me?"

Victoria gasped. "Yes, yes!" she cried, reaching out and lifting Lola to her feet, tears filling her eyes as Lola put the ring onto het finger. "I love you," she said softly, throwing her arms around Lola.




Violetwoods are Blue Ch. 04



"I love you, too, Victoria," Lola replied with a smile against her neck. "Always have, always will."



Violetwoods are Blue Ch. 05



The sixteen quarters of Victoria's college years had passed quickly by. She soon held a Bachelor's Degree in Education and had no idea where she wanted to work. Ever supportive Lola, her wife of two years, decided that there was only one way to settle the debate.

"A pin?" Victoria asked, her mousey-brown eyebrows knitting together in a sudden moment of confusion. "You're joking." She was lying on her naked stomach, on top of Lola, their full breasts pressed together, in their Bellingham condo. 

Lola shrugged. "Come on. We have a map of Washington State from our road trip to Wenatchee last summer."

Victoria sighed. "My apple phase got completely out of hand. I'm still apologizing for that..."

Lola smiled, leaning down to kiss her wife. "Come on. It's fine. Now get that little ass over there and take one of those pins and prick the shit out of a part of the map."

"You make it sound so easy..."

"That's because I neglected the most important rule of keeping your eyes closed," Lola replied.

Victoria nodded, heaving herself off of the bed and crossing the room towards the map. Cocking her head to one side, she reached out, selecting a pin with a red ball on one end. Shutting her eyes, she reached out, spinning three times for good measure, and stopping when Lola informed her that the map was directly in front of her again. Reaching out, she felt the pin stab something, and she opened her eyes.

"Where'd you prick?" Lola asked.

Victoria narrowed her eyes to get a better look at the microscopic writing on the map. "Port Townsend," she replied, shaking her head. "It's on the Olympic Peninsula. It's not so far from Forks."

"Hey, maybe we'll end up meeting some vampires," Lola joked as Victoria got onto their laptop positioned dead center on their cherry wood desk against that wall. Typing in "Port Townsend, Washington schools" into Google, she was presented with the following:

1. Port Townsend High School

2. Blue Heron Middle School

3. Grant Street School

4. Swan School

5. Jefferson Community School

"The last two are private schools," said Victoria. "I'm not about to do some extra schooling, not now. Grant Street School seems to be the elementary school there." She entered "Port Townsend" into the search box before clicking enter, and then clicked "Google Images". "It's a Victorian town," she said eagerly as Lola came and stood beside her. 

"Wow. It's gorgeous. Maybe see what Wikipedia says about it..."

"Wow," she breathed. "Less than ten thousand people," Victoria said. She found the number for her academic advisor, Ms. Curtis, who told her to call if she had any questions. "Ms. Curtis? Hi, it's Victoria Collins. Yeah, I was wondering about an elementary school in Port Townsend. Yes, Grant Street Elementary. You do? You can? Jack Monroe? Okay, thank you so much! All right, bye."

"What'd she say?" asked Lola.

"Ms. Curtis gave me Jack Monroe's information. Apparently he's the principal over at Grant Street Elementary."

Lola raised her eyebrows. "Connections, connections," she hummed softly, giving Victoria a grin. "Come on. It's a Thursday in June. Two weeks before the school year ends. You'd better call him if you want an opportunity."

Victoria sighed, nodding. She put the numbers into her iPhone 8G and counted the rings. Gripping Lola's hand, her heart was in her throat as soon as the phone picked up.

"Hello?" said the voice.

"Mr. Monroe?" Victoria said. "Mr. Jack Monroe, Principal of Grant Street Elementary in Port Townsend?"

"Speaking," he replied.

"Hello, Mr. Monroe. My name is Victoria Collins. My school counselor, Samantha Curtis, gave me your number."

"Yes, Miss Collins-"

"Mrs.," Victoria replied swiftly.

"Mrs. Collins, I have received an email from Samantha and she's informed me of your academic achievements. You passed your six-month stay as an assistant teacher with flying colors. You got A's in every college course you took. You have numerous academic recommendations and many job offers, yet you call me? I am surprised, considering that Port Townsend is merely a small, Victorian town on the Olympic Peninsula. Why work here when you have so many job offers in Seattle?"

"I stuck a pin in a map," Victoria admitted, feeling as if she was confessing to the theft of an additional cookie at snack time. "Once I looked up the town, I felt I had to work there. It is just such a beautiful place..."

"Well," Jack Monroe continued, "I never have been let down by Samantha in my entire life. If she says that I should take a chance on you, I'll do it. Come into town next Tuesday afternoon. We can have an interview. And I'll need a background check of course, but let's see how the interview goes."

"Thank you, Mr. Monroe!" Victoria cried, excited.

"Mrs. Collins, really. Call me Jack."

"I'm Victoria," she replied.

"Nice to meet you, Victoria," Jack replied. "I shall see you and your husband on Tuesday."

"Wife," Victoria said.

"Wife," Jack said, and hung up.

Victoria and Lola got out of Bellingham and made good time to the Edmonds/Kingston ferry. They paid their fare and got in line, the kindly elderly man telling them that they'd be on the next boat, due to arrive in thirty minutes. Victoria spotted a small French café close by, so they got out of the car to investigate what they could have. 

Heading inside, they were immediately assaulted with the heavenly smell of fresh croissants baking. They ordered a couple of crepes and chewed them on the back terrace, watching as the ferry slowly pulled up to the dock. They washed their hands before returning to the car, getting in just as the last of the ferry's passengers unloaded.

The thirty-five minute crossing was slow and steady. They arrived in Kingston and proceeded to look for the sign which would direct them to the small town of Port Gamble. Victoria pulled off at a gas station and filled up just before the turn off, returning to the car shortly thereafter. They were back on the road, navigating through the small, twisty, bayside town known as Port Gamble, complete with some gorgeous architecture as well.

They made a right after a mile or so after they got out of town and onto the Hood Canal Bridge. They made their way over the impressive bridge, resting on the surface of the water, and returned to the main road as soon as they were across. 

"We're looking for a turnoff that'll take us past Port Ludlow and on to Port Townsend," Victoria told Lola.

"There," Lola said, reading the white letters on the green sign.

Victoria took the right turn and went past a building called The Visitor's Center and a deforested area. They soon passed a sign informing them that they'd passed by Port Ludlow and then another one further ahead announcing that they would soon encounter turnoffs for Port Hadlock and another called Chimacum. They made it to Chimacum and kept heading north, and soon saw the name, "PORT TOWNSEND" in bright white letters on a dark green sign.

Heading into town, they were an hour early for Victoria's meeting, so they decided to check in to their hotel. They went through the first part of town before heading up a hill and then parked in the designated parking area. The sign proclaimed the building to be The Old Consulate Inn, of which they'd booked the Master Suite.

Taking their suitcases out, they walked to the beautiful front door and went up to the front desk. They told the woman of their reservation and she handed over their keys and told them that their room was on the second floor. They made their way upstairs and found the room without issue, unlocking the door and setting their suitcases down on the carpet beside the bed.

Victoria rummaged through her suitcase to find the outfit she'd packed for the interview when Lola came up behind her, her hands enveloping her wife's hourglass waist.

"I fully intend to fuck you this evening in this bed," Lola whispered to her. "I want to take you out for an expensive dinner after your interview, and then I'll take you back here and fuck you into next week."

Victoria shivered with anticipation at the proclamation. "Please," she whispered to her. "Did you pack the strap on?"

"I did," replied Lola. "And I'm going to fuck you with it this evening."

Victoria drove into town with Lola and dropped her off on the main street so as she could explore the town. Victoria then dug in her bag and found the address of Grant Street Elementary School. She drove to the place and got out of the car, just a few minutes before the scheduled meeting.

Walking into the building, she found the main office and gave her name to the secretary. She sat to wait as another teacher walked in.

"Hey, Alex," said the young woman. "Did Jack get the forms for the exam next week yet? My class still needs the twenty copies."

"Yes, they were in the copy room," the woman named Alex replied. "Don't worry, Ella, I'll get them."

Ella turned around as soon as Alex had walked out to get the copies. "Hello," she said with a smile. "You're here about the teaching job, aren't you?"

Victoria nodded. "That's right," she said, getting to her feet. "My name is Victoria Collins."

"Oh, I know," replied Ella with a smile. It was plain to see that her eyes were predominantly brown, yet were tinged with green, making them an attractive hazel. Her hair was golden brown and shown in the light of the office. Her skin was a milky white, and Victoria wondered if Lola would object to a threesome with this Reubenesque drink of water. "Jack told me that you were coming in after you called him last week."

The office door opened and who Victoria presumed to be Jack smiled at Ella. He crossed the room and put an arm around her waist, kissing her deeply. Victoria immediately saw the flash of a large diamond on Ella's third finger of her left hand, as well as the glow of Jack's platinum ring on the same finger of his hand, as it swept around her body and into her hair. She couldn't believe that she'd been fantasizing about taking her potential bosses wife to bed...

Jack pulled back and lovingly caressed Ella's face. "How's the baby?" he asked softly, touching Ella's stomach.

"Fine. The doctor told me that it was progressing well. We get to find out the sex next week." She then pulled back and nodded at Victoria. "But Mrs. Collins is here now."

Jack Monroe looked Victoria up and down and gave her a smile. "Jack Monroe, how do you do?" he asked, keeping one hand around Ella's waist while using his other hand to shake Victoria's. "It's wonderful to finally meet yet another friend of Samantha's," he said kindly. "I see you've already met Mrs. Monroe."

"I have, yes," Victoria replied, returning Ella's smile. "How did you two meet?"

Ella and Jack shared a small giggle at that. "My stepfather is the director of the pharmacy at the hospital here," Ella said softly. "Jack was thinking of studying medicine for a while and was sent to my stepdad for some pointers and he became enchanted with our little town. He wanted an escort, but my stepdad was too busy, so he decided to send my mom..."

"Fortunately for me, her mother had other plans as well," Jack said, smiling down at Ella, full of love. "That was six years ago. We got married four and a half years ago and..." He shrugged. "I met and married the woman I love."

"Well, we have that in common," Victoria said with a smile.

"Of course," Ella said. "How did you end up meeting your wife?"

Victoria smiled. "Well, my mother was the principal of a private school and Lola was the youngest teacher in the history of the school. She was twenty and I was eighteen. We got together about three months before I graduated but my mom caught us one week before I graduated." She shrugged. "She realized that she would be a hypocrite if she did anything, though..."

"And why is that?" Jack asked.

Victoria grinned. "Because she's gay, too," she replied. "And my other mom's parents are gay as well. Gloria, my principal mom, was raised by a straight couple, but her uncle was gay. It's all about genes."

Ella nodded. "Genes," she said.

"Should we start the meeting?" Jack asked, motioning toward his office.

"Yes, of course," Victoria said. She slipped past him as he whispered a goodbye to Ella. She sat down at the appropriate chair and smiled at Jack. "I really hope that you and I will be colleagues. We both have such strong marriages. Good for any community, don't you think?"

"Of course," Jack said, taking Victoria's folder containing her resume and looking it over. "Wow, another half year of student teaching in addition to the first six months?" He looked up at her and shook his head in disbelief. "Why would you do that?"

Victoria shrugged. "The kids...they were just so cute and sweet. Children can really benefit from a positive environment full of routines. They thrive on many things, like social activities, which they will need to sustain themselves in their every day lives when one day they become part of the work force as well."

"Amazing," Jack said, examining other portions of her portfolio. "You taught in Henry Abbott's classroom?"

Victoria nodded. "Yeah. Harry was such a kind and considerate man."

Jack blinked at her informality. "You called him Harry?"

"Yes, of course," Victoria replied. "What did you call him?"

"Mr. Abbott," replied Jack. "You also wrote a book on education?"

Victoria nodded. She'd written it between her sophomore and junior years of college. "That's right. Took about three months."

"What's it called?"

"The title was 'The Future Generation in the Classroom'."

Jack slammed his hand down on his desk in shock. "No! The pen name was..."

"V.A. Carew," Victoria replied. "Victoria for my first name; A for Adelaide, I've always liked that name; and Carew because it's old fashioned. My publisher really encouraged me to use a pseudonym."

"What about growing up?" Jack wanted to know. "You mentioned that one of your moms was a principal. Where was she the principal?"

"Violetwood Academy," she replied.

"No kidding," Jack replied. "My cousin, Ruby Marks, went there."

"Oh, Ruby!" Victoria said, nodding. "She was one of my younger sister's friends if I remember correctly."

"Who's your sister?"

"Justine James," replied Victoria, giving her little sister the pleasure of using her stage name. Now anaemia free, her little sister was now touring the world with her rock band. She was now bigger than Miley Cyrus. 

"My wife loves her," Jack said. "I've come to enjoy her as well. Ella can be very persuasive."

"Yes. Justine had a difficult start in life, I'm afraid. She battled with anaemia for years and she's been free of it since my second year of college. Then she realized her dream of singing. She's touring in Tokyo right now."

"And what about your other mom?"

Victoria chuckled. "Murphy," she said thoughtfully. "Murphy is an attorney. It was interesting because her moms have a successful firm in New York so they decided to open one over here. My mom is the executive of their Seattle based firm."

"Which one of them were you closer to growing up?"

Victoria sighed. "Neither of them," she admitted.

"Did you have a pet?"

"Yes. A cat. I still have her. I got her at thirteen when I was going through my 'Beauty and the Beast' phase..."

"Okay... But why weren't you close to them?" Jack persisted.

"Justine was Murphy's biological daughter," Victoria replied. "I was adopted as a little girl. As soon as Justine was born, it became about her, even before her anaemia diagnosis. I understood but it was infuriating. They even forgot my eighteenth birthday and never apologized for it..."

Jack sighed. "My parents were extremely disappointed that I didn't follow in their footsteps. My dad is a brain surgeon in Pennsylvania and my mom is a psychiatrist. My younger brother is an oral surgeon and my twin sister is a children's oncologist. I'm kind of the odd one out. I retreated out here to become a pharmacist but I had always wanted to teach..."

Victoria sighed. "I am sorry."

Jack smiled. "Well...I think we both understand each other." Gazing at the paperwork again, he thought of something else to ask. "What would be your primary focus within the classroom environment?"

"Literature and history," Victoria replied, knowing the answer to that question right away.

Jack grinned. "Well, pending a background check..." He stuck out his hand. "Welcome aboard."

Jack and Ella had suggested Lanza's, the swanky Italian joint on a street called Lawrence for their meal that evening. It was lovely inside, and Victoria and Lola were immediately shown to their table, and menus were handed over. 

"The spaghetti Bolognese sounds like heaven," Lola said softly.

"Fettuccini for me," Victoria replied, and soon they were ordered.

Lola attempted to pour Victoria some champagne, but Victoria immediately placed her hand upon the rim of her glass.

"No."

"Why?" Lola asked.

Victoria smiled. "I'm pregnant."

Lola gasped. "But it's only been three weeks since we went to the bank..."

Victoria nodded. "I know. But now we can have two celebrations-me getting the job, and us having a baby."

Lola grinned. "Wait until you see what I have in store for you..."

They arrived back at the inn and immediately ventured back to the Master Suite. Victoria stood by the bed and Lola stood behind her, casually running her fingers up and down the former's back. Then she gently unzipped her dress and allowed it to fall into a pool at her wife's feet.

Leaning forward, after relishing at how sexy Victoria looked in her lingerie, she proceeded to put soft kisses upon her neck. Victoria moaned softly, dipping her head backwards so as to allow Lola to push more firmly with her mouth. She opened it slightly, allowing her tongue to trace small patterns on Victoria's soft, smooth skin.

Victoria's knees were turning to jelly, and fast. She desperately wanted to be thrown into the bed and fucked mercilessly. The very thought made her pussy even more wet.

Lola then stopped kissing Victoria. "Take off your bra and panties," she ordered, unzipping her own dress and watching as Victoria did as she was told. "Very good," Lola said, climbing on top of her wife and kissing her softly. "It makes me so wet when you do what I ask."

Victoria felt herself get wetter at the thought. "Please..."

"What?" asked Lola.

"Please fuck me," Victoria whispered as Lola dipped her head to suckle on her erect nipples. "I want you to fuck me. I want to be fucked."

Lola smiled. "I will." She reached down and felt the heat coming off of Victoria's pussy. "Do you want me to fuck you here?" she asked, wetting her finger for a moment and teasing her hole. "Do you want me to fuck you inside your pussy?"

"Please," Victoria moaned, scooting her perfect ass closer to her wife's teasing finger. "Fuck me..."

Lola nodded. She climbed off the bed and removed her bra and panties. "All right," she replied. She reached into the bedside table and removed the strap on and some lube. She also removed a small, black vibrator which, thankfully, Victoria didn't see. 

Lola got herself into the strap on and drizzled some lube onto its head. She then put a small amount onto the vibrator, and climbed up onto the bed again. "Do you want me to fuck you?" came her silky whisper.

"Yes..." Victoria moaned.

Lola then flipped her wife over and smiled at that ass she'd always wanted to claim. "Spread your milky thighs for me," she said, slapping at them playfully, causing Victoria to mewl with a burst of pleasure. Lola entered Victoria then, causing the latter to gasp.

"Fuck..." Victoria whispered.

Lola smiled at that and proceeded to move back and forth so as to bring her gorgeous wife to orgasm. As the room filled with Victoria's moans, Lola turned on the vibrator. She then teased her wife's asshole for a moment before plunging it deep inside of her second hole.




Violetwoods are Blue Ch. 05



Victoria's breath caught. "Lola..."

Lola leaned forward so as her massive breasts made contact with Victoria's smooth back. "It's okay," Lola whispered into her ear. "I've claimed your ass, my darling. Don't worry. It will feel wonderful, I promise."

Victoria nodded and let herself become one with the pleasure she felt. Her pussy was completely drenched with excitement. As Lola moved faster and faster, Victoria bucked her hips to meet her movements. 

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh, fuck! Yes, yes, yes!" Victoria chanted. Suddenly she exploded twice over, once for the strap on and once for the vibrator. 

Lola slowly eased herself out of Victoria and gradually brought the vibrator out of her wife's swollen asshole. She took off the strap on and set both implements aside. Flipping Victoria over once more, she mounted her. 

Victoria's pussy lips were so swollen that she gasped as soon as Lola's had made contact with hers. Meshing their two wet, swollen pussies together, juices mingling, Lola proceeded to quickly hump her wife.

Victoria made a swift grab for Lola's perfectly tanned hips. Spreading her legs a bit wider, her pussy opened up just a little bit more. 

Lola groaned at the feeling of their pussy lips grinding together. She shivered on top of her,all the while desperate to come. And then, it happened. Lola let out a small shout and exploded inside of Victoria, who did the same to her wife.

Lola collapsed on top of her, smiling down at her beautiful wife. "Sex with you is never going to get old," she said softly.

Victoria grinned. "Gee, I sure hope not. I am having your baby..."

Lola smiled, reaching down to caress Victoria's belly. "Do you think it's a boy or a girl?"

Victoria shrugged. "I have no idea," she replied. "Regardless, it'll be loved, no matter what."

SEVEN YEARS LATER

Victoria looked around her office and nodded approvingly. This was the end of her seventh year of being a part of the Port Townsend school district, but her third as an assistant principal. Her office was just perfect.

The phone rang and Victoria answered it immediately.

"Alex?" she asked.

"Sorry, Victoria, but Adelaide and Justin are out her..."

Victoria sighed. "No. I understand. Send them in, please." She got to her feet as the door opened, and the two humbled kindergartners stood directly in front of her. "You guys..."

Adelaide raised her blonde head to Victoria while Justin kept his blue eyes firmly on the ground.

"...you can't keep doing these things, you know."

"We know, Mom," they replied.

Victoria sighed. The twins were barely five years old, yet she'd assured everyone that their behavior would be perfect, even if they were entering school a full year early, although it hadn't really helped in the past. "Just because I'm your mom doesn't mean that you're getting out of this kind of behavior forever."

"Murphy and Gloria get away with it," Justin replied petulantly.

Victoria rolled her eyes. "Murphy is a baby and Gloria is the family dog," she replied patiently. "Come on. You know the difference. This kind of behavior will not be tolerated. I mean, come on. You shoved Elizabeth Monroe down during recess..."

Adelaide sighed. "I don't like her mom," she explained.

"Mrs. Monroe?" cried Victoria. "She is a dear friend of the family. She's been nothing but kind to you, Justin, and to Murphy. Every Christmas she buys you wonderful gifts. Every birthday, there's a card and a ten dollar bill inside of it for you. She always says hello to you or asks after you. She's an exceptionally kind woman. Why don't you like her?" she wanted to know.

"Because she loves men," Justin said simply.

Victoria blinked. "What?"

"It's wrong, isn't it?" asked Adelaide.

Victoria shook her head. "No. In fact, there are more straight people than people who are gay. It's not wrong. But I will tell you that some people think that your mom and I are..." She looked around. "...wrong."

Adelaide gasped. "No!"

"No way!" Justin cried.

Victoria nodded. "Yes. Always remember that, no matter who you love, where you come from, or what you want to be isn't wrong. I love you guys so much, but please, no more pushing. I know that Elizabeth wants to be your friend; her mom tells me all the time."

"Really?" the twins asked.

Victoria nodded. "Yes. Don't worry. I know that you'll find your way. I love you both."

"We love you too, Mommy," they replied.

"Okay. Off to class now." After they left, Victoria called Lola. "Crisis averted," she said softly.

Lola grinned from where she sat in her own office, as principal of the middle school. "How's that?"

After Victoria explained, she sighed. "I love you."

"I love you, too. Forever."

"Forever," Victoria replied.