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V&T, a Lesbian Love Story Ch. 01

By: LadyTigeress



Chapter 01: Violet's Tit

My breathing was labored, almost panting, and as I lay back on the small child-like daybed, I was thinking nothing other than the pleasure I was receiving.

With a smile, a giggle, and a squeak, my orgasm crested and my eyes glazed over softly and I took a deep breath.

The source of my pleasure, my best friend Trin was softly licking at the inside of my thighs in a dedicated manner, taking long soft swipes with her tongue. She moved into me more, and lapped at the outer part of my cleft, her face covered with a soft dewy combination of sweat and my juices. Her long bangs were matted at the tips and stuck to her face, which was flush red.

She softly delivered a kiss to the top of my cleft, where the pubic hair was thick and bushy. I took some deep breaths. She lay her head on the inside of my thigh where it had fallen before and led to receiving my first pleasure from another woman.

The television, a tiny nine incher flickered some utterly cheesy science fiction flick that I had picked up. Trin read something on the back of the tape, and had watched it before I did, and then told me it would be unsuitable for James, my son.

Trin had a liberal, progressive streak a mile long, and for her to say such a thing was a big deal. She'd normally just give him her standard lecture, which let James know it was even better than normal. In this particular one, women were getting hacked up in some bizarre sexual ways that were incredibly degrading. Trin wouldn't go for that plan, and she knew I wouldn't either.

So we ended up in her corner bedroom, sprawled out on her bed to watch it. It was hot, the late afternoon of a May Sunday in Arizona. I was dressed in a short dress, and Trin was in a loose top and a skirt of her own devising, billowy and long to hide her corpulence. She been watching from the edge of the bed on the foot and then had curled up on it as the trite film played. I was half asleep and so was she, and we tossed and turned in the heat. She'd ended up using her hands as a pillow, then a pillow, then had moved over onto my leg when I shifted. I wasn't wearing underwear, and knowing Trin, she wasn't either. As she rolled over she looked up at me to say something and saw that I wasn't wearing any.

Trin stuttered as she saw my bush and I smiled at her. I'd known for a while she wanted into me, and this was my way of teasing her. For her faults, Trin tried to be very polite, and felt ashamed she'd even seen what she did. It had been seven long years since I'd thrown out my drunken boyfriend and two since Trin's husband had died.

I'd been hot, and sticky and Trin's head on my leg felt good. I had watched on the cheesy sci-fi flick these two women having simulated sex, and normally it wouldn't do a damn thing for me, but Trin was there. I could feel the laborious breathing from her massive body as it laid on my legs. I had felt her hot breath, and I felt her sweat, the sweat of the big woman. In some ways, it was very masculine.

Without speaking, for I knew that I couldn't bring myself to ask her, I simply nodded. With slow, tender kisses she brought me pleasure over the course of forty minutes or so, consuming me with relish. Her soft, pudgy fingers capped by her hard acrylic nails probed me with the utmost love and compassion. That tongue visited every orifice it could find, softly holding my legs apart. Trin, if nothing else, was a connoisseur of the flesh.

The air was still, and stifling like the early heat of the year as the tape clicked and began to rewind. The whirring noise oddly complimented the bubbling from Trin's goldfish tank to create a sort of white noise. I felt a chill, a shiver of fear, but not from me. It came from Trin.

It dropped the room's temperature like an air-conditioner and I could feel moisture on my legs. I looked down as big weepy tears drifted out of her eyes and ran onto her thigh. She licked at her thick lips and used a hand to try and clean herself off. I heard her speak, but did not actually hear the words. It was all so very surreal and then shattered by the reality of my son pounding on the door.

"Hey! When can a guy get some food around here." James yelled, in his fifteen year old belligerence.

"Whenever he gets off his own ass and fixes it. You want to be treated like an adult," Trin bellowed in equal defiance, "act like one."

James couldn't hear the crack in her voice. He couldn't see the shudder of her lips as she used whatever energy she had to drive him away, to keep this moment with me alive.

She moved her head sitting up on an elbow, and she turned away from me, taking deep breaths. She muttered, "love that boy to pieces, but sometimes his timing ain't so good."

I could only nod. I was hungry actually, and needed something cold to drink. Trin felt me move and sat up. She did not face me. I didn't know why. I spoke to her.

"I'm a little hungry myself. You want something?" She said.

She turned a bit, and looked past me. She did this when she was upset and knew she was going to cry again. Her sarcastic side, sharp and witty was poised on the tip of her tongue, but she shook her head from left to right. Trin was fighting herself, as she often did. She was like that. She knew the power of language, and the power of words.

My hands trembled and softly touched the tears of her face.

Her dam burst like a floodgate, tears sobbing like an angry river. Over, and over she apologized and begged for forgiveness. I put an arm around her shoulder as she sobbed into my shoulder and then kissed her on the forehead. It was hardly the kiss of passion, but it was what Trinity needed. She was my friend, and I loved her, and I didn't want to see her in pain, but didn't know why she was in pain.

"Trin." I said softly.

Her massive head turned. Her eyes were red, lined with smeared mascara.

"It's okay." I replied to myself.

"You're sure?" She asked, swallowing.

"Yes I'm sure." I said.

She blinked some and her face grew pale.

"You're a mess." I said.

She gave me a half smile, that made me feel good, and I knew she felt better for it, despite herself. I took a deep breath.

"Is it going to be okay?" She said. "Violet, you're my best friend. I'd go through hell and back for you. I have to know you don't hate me."

My head dipped back as if she'd hit me. "Trin I don't hate you. I said yes. I gave consent."

She nodded only softly.

"Why the tears?" I asked.

"Just scared." She replied.

"Of?"

"You." She said.

"Why?" I asked.

"I'm scared of rejection. I'm scared you'll leave me, kick me out, tell me you hate me. I'm scared you won't let me touch you again. I'm scared of what James will think. I love you. I always have."

For the last six or so of the last eight years of our relationship, Trin would tell me every so often she loved me. She'd made it clear she was bisexual, and also made it clear it wasn't a sexual love, but rather like the sister she never had. She'd once had a brother, who killed himself when they were teenagers. 

I loved her too, and she was probably the best friend I ever had. She encouraged me when I went back to school, helped me study for tests and cheered me along through every step. When I got accepted to nursing school, she moved out of her environment with me to Arizona, despite the physical setbacks she dealt with being both solarphobic and heat sensitive. When I graduated she presented me with an engraved watch, and helped me find work.

When her husband died she was shattered. A mewling mess that could barely function, and two years later she could barely discuss her feelings for him. While she'd always encouraged me to date, I could care less. I was raising James as a single mother and had my hands full. My adult disabled daughter, Marie was in a nearby nursing home. With all of that, both of our lives were complex and layered.

When Ravi, her husband, died I insisted she move in with me. James was only too happy to have his Aunt Trin back with us. Before she and Ravi had been married, Trin stayed with us for a couple of years.

James bellowed again, "MOM!"

Trin bit her lips. I could hear the smart ass comment du jour upon her lips. She wasn't in the mood for his teenage drama, she had plenty of her own. I stood instinctively as any mother does when they hear their child.

Trin's dog, Woofer barked. Trin deflated at the sound, knowing that our time together was shattered for good. She grabbed for his collar. I stood up and walked over to the door and opened it.

Her eyes followed me, and I turned to close the door and doing so looked at her, the soft droplets of rain from her eyes coming again. "I'll be back in a couple of minutes."

She looked in my eyes hopefully and nodded. She needed to hear that from me.

After I drove the Seventh Day Adventists away and threw a couple of hamburger patties in Trin's cast iron fry pan I poured myself a Boone's Blackberry Hill, and Trin one too. I told James to take it to her.

He came back and asked me what was wrong with Trin.

"What do you mean?" I said.

"Her eyes are all red and black." She said.

"The black part is mascara. Make up. She's kind of having some cramping problems and it makes her cry." I said. Not an untruth, but Trin often kept the nastier pieces of her biological functions to herself, only using them to tease James when he needed to be set in his place.

"That's gotta suck." He said.

"Yes." I replied.

I tossed together for Trin a plate of a huge cheeseburger, lettuce and tomato with the spicy Dijon mustard she loved. James just wanted the meat patty and I made myself a plate and headed down the hall. Trin's door was closed. I tapped on it and heard rustling as Trin said quickly, "hang on."

She was rumpled and had used a make-up wipe on her face, and opened the door. "Geeze, Vi," she cajoled, "you don't have to wait on me" and took her plate. Her glass of Boons, a twenty-ounce heavy tumbler was empty. She'd opened up a bottle of Smirnoff Blue and poured herself three fingers.

I sat on the bed next to her and she laid a few pillows behind us for propping up. I had not closed her door so Woofer could come and go. She'd put on a comfort movie, an old favorite of her, Monster's Inc. The short cartoon of the birds was her favorite and she laughed hysterically when the feathers all drifted to the ground.

I felt better about her laughing and ate thoughtfully. Trin lived life with gusto, and ate well, drank well, and loved well. I admired her. To see her vulnerable and sobbing as she was a few minutes ago was odd, and yet in line. During the transition from Portland, Oregon to Phoenix, Az one of her goldfish died and she blubbered to the point of being unable to drive.

I'd gotten about half way through the sandwich when Trin dropped her empty plate on floor to let Woofer at it. Trin sipped the Vodka straight and as she held the glass in her right hand on her thigh, it trembled slightly. 

As Boo clung to Sully and made Trin laugh I dropped my plate down for Woofer and put my left hand on my thigh, stretching. It touched Trin's. I could feel that spook her, she was still tender, still raw. The Boone's made me feel warm, and garnered my courage. I let a finger softly rub her hand.

She looked at me, with large eyes, reminiscent of the cartoon we were watching. They had fear in them. She trembled and her lips pursed. I heard the droning of James's video game and for the very first time in my life, I kissed another woman.

Her lips were so soft, delicate. Trin used a lot of lotion on her face and she smelled sweet. I could smell her hair as well, and I wanted to explore it. Fueled by the courage of alcohol I tugged at the braid of a hair-wrap I myself had stuck into her. She looked at me funny and then moved her head into my pull. Her round face felt good to kiss. She sighed very deeply, a sigh of happiness.

She pulled away abruptly and I felt a loss. She sat up, oddly at attention and then I heard an odd tone. She looked at the film as James had paused his game and gotten up and went into the bathroom across the hall. He closed that door without a second thought, we often were in Trin's room to work on a sewing project so us hanging out there was no big deal.

I waited anxiously for him to get out of the bathroom, I wanted some more of Trin's lips and she stretched back reforming her pillows and lay down. I could feel her hand trace the small of my back. I was very ticklish, but Trin wasn't trying for that. She just rested her hand there.

James left the bathroom with a quick poke into Trin's room to wonder what we were watching and to get the tape that Trin had wanted me to preview. I wouldn't let him take it, and he growled, "FINE" in his teenage mood and slammed the door obnoxiously.

Trin was nonplussed and said softly, "works for me." She tugged at the waist of my dress and I lay down next to her and looked into her eyes. They were hazel, with a hint of green, and played off her piercings well. I took a deep breath and leaned over to explore her mouth.

Trin's eyes closed and she let me lead the way as I softly licked her lips and brushed my nose with hers. I grabbed a hunk of her hair as my excitement grew and inhaled deeply, the scent of her sweat was powerful, and strangely sweet.

I broke the kiss and looked at her. She was smiling. This was my Trin, the Trin I needed to see. This was the Trin that was looking at my face to make sure I was okay. I smiled back as she tilted her head and pleaded with her eyes.

My mouth, my jaws wrapped around the nape of her neck and I could feel her gasp as my teeth nipped at her. I sucked, I chewed. I marked her, and the way that she quivered I felt she was going to orgasm. I felt I was going too far and pulled away. Her eyes had a dull warm glow to them.

"Thank you." She said.

I was puzzled.

"I like pain, you know that." She said. I looked at her neck, where a bruise was forming. Ravi had always kept her marked up. She could care less. She scooted more on her back and beckoned me on top with her hands.

I weighted the manner for a moment and then sat on her bodily. Her eyes lit up like a child's when you give them a chocolate. I felt the mountain that was Trinity Jennifer Jacobs under me, and I liked what I felt. I leaned forward, my nipples rock hard, mashed against her double-d breasts and she held me tightly softly rubbing my neck with her fingers.

She kissed me with her lips, softly on mine, then on my nose, my face and then my neck. She sucked some, I could tell she was pondering marking me but thought better of it. My dress buttoned up to my neck, and she played with the top one unfastening it with her left hand.

I sat on her for a moment, catching my breath. With the door closed and the window shut, the air was miserable, and I had little choice but to open the window. The curtains billowed and then I shut it, realizing that it would afford us no privacy. I kicked on the fan at the foot of her bed which annoyed me earlier and pointed it away. Some circulation was better than none.

Trin watched curiously and then I addressed her.

"I don't know what to do."

"What do you mean?" She asked.

I shrugged. "Love the kisses. Don't know if I can stick my face down there." I said flatly.

"I'm not telling you to." Trin said. She didn't look hurt.

I was puzzled. "What then. How do I go about doing this?"

"Use your hand." Trin said. I felt like a fool.

I sat back on her and got comfortable. She bounced me playfully a couple of times that you would a child and then I lay forward on her. We kissed deeply for a while and finally I got the courage and stuck my hand under her shirt. Her huge smooth belly was warm as I rubbed it and I cupped one of her breasts.

She had those big puffy aureoles with tiny sharp nipples. The tissue of her aureoles I could feel the pinkness of, this soft, tender tissue which fascinated me. I felt the nipples peak in my fingertips as her arousal formed. I lowered my head to where I had marked her and gasped. The mark was distinct. I could feel Trin's grin.

"Got me, huh?" She said.

"Yeah." I said. My courage was waining, but then returned as Trin softly stroked my hair. "I don't know what to say to James." I said.

She thought and then kissed me on the lips. Absently, I kissed her back. She could see my distraction and said softly. "I'll take care of the mark."

I looked at her. I remember her prizing her marks that Ravi gave her. Frankly she wasn't happy unless she was someone's bitch. That she would do this, it told me a lot about how much she was willing to to have me.

She nodded. When Trin gave her word, that was it, the game was over.

The puffy nipple called my name.

I lifted her shirt and looked at her mammoth breasts. Trin's eyes looked at me curiously as I took one in each hand and softly kneaded them at once, bringing the shirt to her neck. Her eyes were reduced to slits and I could see the rise and fall of her chest increase.

I took a deep breath and suckled a tit.

Trin gasped.

It was warm, and so totally unlike anything I'd done before. The nipple was interesting and I sucked on it greedily, and gave Trin a bit of teeth.

She hissed and said, "easy girl, I still want kids."

I replied by easing off the tit a bit, and playfully stuck the shirt behind her head, pinning her arms. I wasn't sure why I did this, but I felt a certain sense of control. With her arms up and away from me, I was in charge.

I could explore her body, or not, at my leisure, at my pleasure. Trin was reduced to the status of a plaything. I'd already discovered she could give me pleasure. My emotions were rushing at me, these realizations poured into me like the cheap fortified wine.

That Trin had such massive strength that she could swat me away meant nothing. I was on top. I was the queen of the mountain. I didn't have to eat my vegetables, and dammit, I liked it.

I dropped my head down and kissed Trin hard jamming my tongue into her mouth chewing on her lips and rubbing my body against hers lewdly, the fabric of my dress scratching us both lewdly.

Trin slipped the shirt and went for my dress buttoning down the top buttons as quickly as she could until I grabbed both her wrists.

She looked at me quizzically and I used my weight to hold them back, laying on my Trin. "I'm on top. My rules." I said.

Trin cocked an eyebrow.

"I need control." I said.

"I need those nipples in my mouth." She said with a grin.

"You're mine now." I said. I trembled as I spoke.

Trin's eyes watered softly.

"You mean that?" Trin said.

"Yes I do." I said. I leaned back and pulled the dress over my head, revealing my slightly plump tummy, fried egg breasts that sagged with their dark jutting nipples speckled with moles. I could feel Trin's eyes drinking me in and they roamed me, head to toe.

"Violet." She said.

"Yes Trin?" I replied.

She petted her right side, and I lay into her. This was my breast, the breast I'd cried many times when we were drunk and talking about our abusive childhoods. When we'd crash on the sofa-bed, I was on her right, and often slept against her. 

"I told you this was your tit a long time ago. I even threatened to get a tattoo with your name on it." She said.

I smiled at her. "Yeah, you did. You were right. It just took me a while to come around to it."

"That's why I'm not worried about sex between us. If it's right, it'll happen. Just now when you were on top of me, you took control. I need that, now, more than ever. I've always tried to be there for you. I thrive on control." She said.

I challenged her. "So if I told you to lick my toes..." I said.

She reached for a foot, but I pulled it away. My feet were ticklish, and knowing Trin she'd lick them until I kicked her in the head.


V&T, a Lesbian Love Story Ch. 01



I snapped at the elastic hem of her skirt. I didn't need the courage of alcohol now. I had the stability of Trin and that was all I needed.

Trin didn't move. This was her challenge, her defiance to my control. If I wanted into her drawers, then I would have to take the skirt down myself. I snapped it again.

"Off." I said. She looked at me with an amused look.

Bodily I mounted her, and looked her in the eyes. "I said off. I mean it."

From the bottom, Trinity still managed some control, by propping her feet against the bed and lifting both her own massive body and mine easily with just he power of her thighs and abdominals. My knees no longer touched the bed, and I slid forward, bashing at her tits as I moved. I felt her hands snap her skit down, and a leg caught the lip of it and tossed it off the bed. 

She lowered us and I found myself with my knees at the tip of her shoulders. Quickly I grabbed each of her hands and tucked them beside her, using her weight to pin the fore-arms. I could feel her breathing quicken as she stared at me. She had never seen me like this before. I had never seen me like this before.

"Trin, I'm serious, I need to have control." I said.

She gently nodded. I didn't feel she took me seriously, so I grabbed her right breast and pinched at the nipple. It wasn't enough to cause serious pain, it was like when she'd grab James's hair to get him to listen to her.

"This is my tit." I said. I looked at her coolly.

She nodded.

"Say it." I said.

"That's your tit." She said. Her breathing was quicker.

I twisted just a bit.

"That's your tit." She hissed.

"That's right, Trin. That's violet's tit. Don't you forget that. Ever."

Trinity nodded and looked at my navel a scant few inches away from her. She made a pursing motion with her lips and I scooted forward and let her tongue explore my cinnamon roll. 

It didn't do a whole lot for me personally, so I stole a look down and eyed her slit. Trinity had no pubic hair, and in fact no body hair from below her eyebrows. She once claimed she hated it all and had it laser removed. Personally, I thought it made her look like a ten year old, but hey, it was her body.

I turned my attention back to her nuzzling tongue and then the words I had spoken to her settled in to me. It was my body now. Trin would do anything for me. 

To prove it to myself, more than Trin I scooted up some more and wavered my soaking wetness into her face, raping her lips and nose with my pubis. I humped, bumped, ground and took a whole lot less longer than the previous climax to leave a gooey deposit on Trin's face. She'd wiggled her hands free enough to massage my butt which really felt very good.

I looked down, and saw she had one knee up, and one down, and could see her mons was purple and deep red. I really wasn't up to giving her head, but reached a hand down, and softly explored with a couple of fingers.

Gently I rolled her hood with a finger tip. Her eyes were wide open and I could feel a stiffness building in her body.

"Please." She asked meekly.

"Please what?" I said. I rubbed just a touch faster.

"I need release." She said.

I swallowed the saliva in my throat and leaned down. I kissed her lips, tasting my own fluids for the first time. I slid to her side where my tit was and latched onto it with my mouth. I felt her right hand start to diddle me a bit, but it wasn't serious.

I took my thumb and rubbed at her hood in tiny circular motions while slipping three fingers into her. She groaned gutturally and humped at my hand. Her left hand guided me a bit, sort of like she was using my hand to masturbate herself.

I bit at the nipple some and she shuddered, and unlike me did not squeak but gave off a short high pitched audible sigh which was followed by a smaller quiver. She had climaxed not once, but twice, and used her free hand to hold the knuckles of my fist at her tight, wet folds. 

It seemed like she collapsed.

I brought the hand to my face and took a soft lick. It would take some getting used to. I lowered it to Trin's lips and she licked it clean with her long tongue strokes.

"Thank you." She said politely.

"You're welcome." I said. I curled onto her right side and kept a watchful eye on my tit for the rest of the evening.



V&T, a Lesbian Love Story Ch. 02



Trin sat in the cafe in the downtown Phoenix J.J. Newberry's at the counter. Her long flowing patchwork skirt draped down to her Birkenstock sandals which sat on the small metal stool's footrest.

In front of her was a large bacon cheese gardenburger with crinkle cut fries and a home-made chocolate milkshake. Pure, utter, comfort food as far as Trin was concerned. It made no difference that she hadn't eaten since last night, and had slept in until about nine o'clock in the morning.

Violet had been conked out in the front room as she usually was after working night shift and getting James off to his freshman year in high school. Trin vacillated long and hard about waking her up, and in the process of getting Woofer out for his morning constitutional had done so quite by accident.

Violet had not been grumpy as Trin had thought originally and they sat together for a time on the couch, necking a bit and talking. Only when the alarm in Trin's PDA went off at quarter to ten did they part. Violet saw her to the door, something she'd been doing since Sunday.

From Sunday to today, Wednesday, they had made love in three different rooms in the house about ten times in total. Trin was growing accustomed to being intimate again, and Violet was becoming very accustomed to Trin's tongue being used as a device of pleasure. She hadn't yet been able to bring herself to licking on Trin, but was getting the whole frigging thing down pretty good. 

Trin wasn't pushing, by any means, but deep inside she really did want to be eaten. She longed to feel a tongue cleaning her clit, not to mention all that hot breath that cranked her chain so easily.

As that had yet to happen, and for dozens of other reasons, Trin did what she did when she was worked up. She ate. The crinkle cut fries she felt were the best part of the meal, she salted them heavily and ate them coated with ketchup, three or four at a time. Her therapy wasn't scheduled until noon and she often came early to poke about the stores and have a bite to eat before heading up to Nancy's office.

Nancy Lewis, MSW waited for Trin out in the lobby of Phoenix Rising, a not-for-profit counseling group that serviced sexual minorities in Arizona. Trin arrived panting, and wheezing as the elevators were both out of service and the office was on the fifth floor. Nancy brought her water as she paid her fee and then brought her back. Trin flumped on the couch as she usually did, hiding from the venetian blinds. Noon was Nancy's earliest appointment and usually Trin could get to her studio for the hot part of the day afterward.

"Well you made it." Nancy said. 

"I did. Not quite sure I was going to there on the third floor." Trin replied.

"Good, good. So how was this last week." Nancy inquired.

"I got laid." Trin said.

Nancy blinked.

Trin had often gone on and on how there would never be anyone else, that no one could replace Ravi. She'd lamented how she would die alone, which had prompted Woofer's purchase. Woofer was now three, and frankly, Nancy was almost at the point where she was inclined to believe Trin.

"Who?" Nancy said. She was unaware of any prospects on the horizon.

"Um. Violet." Trin said.

"Your roommate?" Nancy inquired.

"Yeah." Trin said. "I seduced her. I think. I dunno. Hell, I don't know anything any more." With that, Trin's big sloppy tears fell again, running down her chubby cheeks in her foray into the guilt of her mind.

Nancy was used to this, Trin was a crier. Nancy had always encouraged her clients to cry, especially Trin who locked her emotions in tightly. It had taken her over a year to get Trin to really dump her guts about Ravi. She handed Trin a box of kleenix and gave her a few moments to compose herself, stepping out. She found out her one o'clock had canceled and ordered the slot blocked. Today would be rough for Trin and she wanted all the time she could get.

When she returned, Trin was ready to babble about how shameful she felt about Violet, and how she had no clue about how to deal with James. Nancy waited patiently and then began to cut through Trin's statements after she had exhausted herself.

"So she enjoyed it?" Nancy asked.

"She's cum most every time, and we're running out of rooms." Trin said happily.

"So why are you so guilty?" Nancy asked.

"I um, well um." Trin said. She stuttered and her eyes flickered. She took deep breaths to make herself calm down.

Nancy relentlessly backed Trin into a corner. She told Trin in no uncertain terms she was a good person, and deserved a good relationship. Trin reacted like she was branded, and believed none of it. It actually made her upset to hear these compliments. Nancy had tried various techniques and over the last two months or so, Trin had been able to deal with it.

With this new relationship, Trin was now back to square one, emotionally. Nancy was frustrated, but kept her cool.

"So where are you going to go with it?" She asked.

"I'm gonna keep my nose buried between her thighs for as long as it takes for her to kick me out of the house." Trin replied.

"What if that's never." Nancy challenged her again.

Trin got very quiet.

She said, "then I'll be very lucky."

Nancy replied, "then I hope you're very lucky."

Nancy inquired for specific details regarding the relationship and frowned slightly as Trin explained some of the more dominant aspects of it.

"So let me get this straight. She's waking you up for sex, and you're the one feeling like you're imposing on her."

Trin nodded vehemently. "She'd never had another woman before."

Nancy said, "Trin. Take my word for it, you have nothing to fear guilt wise. I'd be more worried about you being used for nothing more than a biological vibrator."

Trin quite liked that idea and grinned.

Nancy muttered something about being incorrigible and then opened up an old wound. "So you going to pride this year?"

Trin looked at her flatly

"Why?"

"Because it's good to take pride in your diversity." She replied.

"One day of the year? I think not." Trin countered. "Pride should be held every day."

"Then why don't you?" She said.

"I have pride." Trin said.

"In what." Nancy said. 

Her tongue sliced Trin like a knife.

Trin sat there silently. 

Stupefied.

The sweep second hand of the clock drug along. 

Fifteen seconds. Thirty. Forty-Five.

A full minute passed.

"Do you see a problem here?" Nancy said.

Trin would have grunted but she was afraid Nancy would compliment her.

"So I should be proud I'm an aging fat lesbian seductress." She said sarcastically.

"How many awards have you won for your artwork." She asked.

Trin lapsed back into silence.

"Six? Seven?" She offered.

"Five." Trin corrected her.

"How many galleries represent you?" She asked.

"Fourteen." Trin said flatly.

"Is Violet beautiful?" Nancy asked.

Trin took a deep breath and let it out softly.

"Violet is a wonderful woman, and I am lucky to have her. Beautiful, yes."

"Can you take some pride in her beauty?" Nancy said.

"I'd be afraid to be seen with her." Trin did not answer the question.

"Why?"

"I don't want someone to take her from me." She said.

Nancy growled.

"Dammit Trin. You're better than this and you know it." She roared.

Her voice pinned Trin to the couch. Trin's pupils became pinpoints. Nancy rarely, if ever yelled at her.

"Don't fuck with me." Trin snapped back.

"Why not? What are you going to do about it?" Nancy countered.

"I don't deserve to get yelled at. I'm a good person." Trin said defiantly.

"Yes, you are. That's my point."

Trin felt bamboozled. Manipulated.

"Don't turn my words against me." She said. Trin was no master linguist by any means, but she knew when she was being played.

She looked up at the clock and was thankful that her hour was almost over.

Nancy saw the eyes move and closed in for the kill.

"My one o'clock canceled. I can give you another hour."

Trin reflected upon this. She knew they were treading on thin ice, but also knew that was when a lot of good things happened. She countered to Nancy.

"I need a break. A smoke." She said.

"Agreed. I could use one myself." Nancy admitted.

"Roof or parking garage?" Nancy offered.

"Garage." Trin said. 

She grabbed at her denim handbag, unzipped it and pulled out her cloves and her zippo and stood up, stepping into her Birks.

Nancy stood up and locked the door behind them. They were silent until they hit the elevator and Trin poked at the 'b' key with a finger and a crack resounded.

"Broke it?" Nancy offered after hearing the sound

"I need a set of fills anyway."

Trin said as the fixed elevator dropped them down to the basement. A wave of Arizona heat hit them like a laser, and didn't stop either one of them from lighting up in the impromptu smoking area in one corner.

Trin inhaled deeply and held the smoke down like someone smoking a joint and exhaled through her mouth, frenching the smoke. 

"Goddess that's good." She said.

Nancy nodded.

"So what's she think of that?" She pointed toward the cigarette.

"Hasn't said anything." Trin said. "I'm good, I only smoke three or four a week. One after you, and if I get a snotty client, one after them. Sometimes I have a joint with some of the other artists, but I never bring it home. Don't want it around James, and I'm sure Vi gets pee tested."

Nancy nodded. "I'm lucky, I think, being an intern and all."

Trin nodded taking another drag off the filterless clove. Because of it's oils, it burned far more slowly than a normal cigarette and Nancy could sneak two in in the time it took Trin to smoke one.

"So she's hot, huh?" Nancy said, fumbling for her lighter.

Trin snapped her zippo up without missing a beat. 

"Like fire, baby. Gushes like a hydrant." Trin said.

Nancy smiled lecherously.

"You therapists are all alike. Get the goods and frig yourselves in the bathroom." Trin mouthed off.

Nancy's face became impassive.

"I plead the fifth." She said.

"Bitch." Trin challenged.

"Cunt." Nancy replied.

"Whore." Trin lashed.

"Slut." Nancy baited.

"Only for Vi." Trin said.

"Good. I wish you and she many long years of slurping." Nancy said.

"She tells me she's in for the long haul." Trin said.

The clove had burned to within a quarter inch of her finger and she pondered lighting another one. She dropped the cherry to the ground as the buzz started to hit her, and the stub she stuck back in the metal case, but made no effort to move.

"You want another?" Nancy asked.

Trin answered by pulling a second out, and then offered the open case to Nancy.

"I shouldn't" Nancy said.

"Neither should I." Trin said, lighting it and taking a hefty drag.

Nancy bummed another light off Trin and her eyes dilated softly as the cloved smoke relaxed them both.

"So where you going from here?" Nancy asked.

"Was going to the studio, but I'd rather go home." She said. She undid the scarf that complimented her outfit and showed Nancy the old hickie Violet had laid on her on Sunday and then a fresher one on the other side.

"Wow. She's a biter." Nancy said.

"Just like I like 'm." She said. "Reminds me of Ravi, but he was too gentle at times."

With their therapeutic session relocated comfortably, Nancy took advantage of Trin's slight stoning.

"Feels different, doesn't it?" She asked.

"I loved Ravi. If I could have taken that accident for him, I would have. I've come to the point though, that he would have wanted me to love again, but frankly, I don't want a man. I didn't want a man when I met him. He was just gender dysphoric enough to be socially attractive, and passionate enough to be sexually interesting. I had to sort of lead him in the dominant department, but when he understood it pleasured me, he was a quick learner. Ravi spoiled me for men. Period."

Nancy nodded. She'd lost a couple lovers in her life, but never by being clipped by a bus. She had only once slept with a man, and didn't care for it.

"So other than the biting, are you getting any of your submissive needs met?" Nancy asked.

"Some. She takes my shirt off by putting it behind my head. It's kinda like amateur hour for bondage, but it's also pretty cool. Sometimes I leave it there, sometimes I take it off. I like to grab the edge of the daybed and kinda pretend I'm tied up." She said. 

"That works, huh?" Nancy said.

"It'll do. It's kinda like being eaten. I'd love it, I want it, but she's new to all this? You know me," Trin blushed, "I'll never ask."

"Don't you have a right to receive pleasure?" Nancy asked.

"She kisses me and frigs me at the same time. Tell me that's not pleasure." Trin said solidly.

Nancy nodded.

"What about the boy?" She inquired.

"We're playing hide and go seek until she comes out." Trin said, replacing the scarf.

Nancy nodded. She pondered for a while, "I know he got some bad grades a while back. How did that resolve?"

"She's not going to do anything about it. He's not my kid, but we've talked, he and I. I am trying to get him to understand that he should take some pride in his work, but you can't instill pride." She explained, "it must come from within."

"What do you know about pride?" Nancy poked at her.

"Fuck you." Trin said as she inhaled more smoke from her mouth.

"I dare you." Nancy said.

Trin cocked an eyebrow.

"I dare you to take her to pride." Nancy said.

"I dunno. She hasn't even said she's bi, much less a lesbian. I have to think of her sexual identity." Trin said honestly.

"Think, yes, hide behind, no." Nancy stated as they made their way back to the office.

For a while they talked more, of non relationship things, some reading that Nancy had wanted her to do, particularly a tome entitled, 'The Power of Now' and similar books. Trin tapped them all into her PDA and at the end thanked Nancy profusely.

Trin sped home in her sixty-six Nova. The old beast was like Trin in that she hated the heat, and Trin kept her well hydrated and topped with oil. She hit the duplex at twenty after two in the afternoon, and found Violet still on the couch, asleep.

Trin was pouring in sweat just from the brief drive and went into the bathroom to shower, as James would be home in a handful of minutes. 

The hot water felt good to her as it pulsed into her hair. She scrubbed shampoo twice into it, and then lathered fully with conditioner. As it soaked in, she turned the hand held shower unit to some more intimate regions. She did not hear the bathroom door open, and nearly had a heart attack as Violet opened up the curtain.

"Dammit woman! Scared the piss out of me!" She bellowed.

Violet looked between Trin's legs.

"Liar." She said, and peeled out of her house dress and stepped in.

"James called, he won't be home until five." She smiled wolfishly.

"Hell yeah." Trin said and laid a firm lip lock on her.

Violet had a very confident feeling and asked Trin if her ears had been burning last night.

"No, but I bet yours were today." She said.

"I ended up talking about you to the other Nurse last night." Violet said.

Trin got quiet, as she knew this other Nurse was an out lesbian. She wasn't offended, but deathly curious.

"We had lunch and stuff. Hung out, I guess one of the other aides is gay too, and she got drug into it. I sorta said I was sleeping with you. It felt good to talk about it." Violet confided.

Trin's crooked smile formed and she pulled Violet toward her. They kissed deeply in the shower.

"How was your shrink?" She asked.

"Good. I told her, and she kicked me in the ass." Trin said.

Violet cocked an eyebrow. 

"The usual shit," Trin said. "I'm a good person, I deserve someone like you, yadda, yadda, yadda."

Violet said nothing but instead nuzzled on Trin softly. Trin sometimes needed to vent about Nancy too.

"She also dared me." Trin concluded.

"Dared you?" Violet asked.

"Dared me to take you to pride." Trin said.

"That's the big gay lesbian park thing, right?" Violet asked.

"Yeah. I just go for the cool t-shirts." Trin said.

"Lemmie think on it." Violet said.

"Good by me." Trin replied, soaping up Violet's hair.

Violet crooned under Trin's deftful ministrations, as her scalp was massaged, rinsed, re-lathered, and conditioned. While the conditioner soaked, Trin and Violet simply enjoyed the peace of each other's company, in the humid air. Soapy hands explored, but there was no need to climax, just the pleasure of mutual arousal.

They toweled each other off, and padded naked into Trin's room.

They sat on the bed and Violet softly trailed her fingers upon Trin's lips. Trin purred softly as if she were a giant pussycat and softly suckled upon the finger. It became all that she was, that one finger as it rolled into her mouth.

Violet smiled and gently rubbed one of Trin's nipples and gave Trin a playful push on the chest. Trin fell backward, grabbing her with a broad smile.

For quite some time they would kiss, talk about this or that thing, kiss some more, and talk. Violet found that their already close conversations became intensely deeper now that they were intimate, and that was something she treasured.

Trin playfully pulled Violet up some and nursed gently upon her long nipples. She nibbled, chewed softly and suckled rather happily. Violet was content to watch. She was trying to garner her courage, but found herself getting wet at the attention.

She moved father up and softly teased Trin's nose with her thick mat of pubic hair. Trin nipped playfully at her, and slid a tongue against her labia. Violet pulled back.

Trin was curious, and somewhat puzzled, and then Violet reared up, and moved her legs, rotating upon Trin her rump waving in Trin's face. Trin grabbed it with both hands and pulled it toward her mouth like a hungry mountain lion and some hapless animal, licking, sucking and chewing any convenient piece of flesh she could find.

Violet let the pleasure happen and found herself staring at Trin's bare snatch.

Softly she brought a lot of her weight onto Trin, and gently rubbed at her partners smoothness with both her hands. Trin was wet, and she tasted the wetness and found it palatable. Her friend the nurse said that she shouldn't think about it and just do it.

Violet dipped her head down and took her friend's clit into her mouth. It was warm, and felt like a triangular nipple as she lapped softly at it.

Trin stopped for a moment. She realized what Violet was doing and smiled, and got an idea. Gently she lapped at Violet's clit as well, in about the same stroke that Violet was going down on her as well.

Violet picked up on this and softly stuck her tongue down into Trin's moistness, her senses reeling in the pungent womanhood.

Trin jammed her face into Violet, sticking her tongue as deeply as she could go while softly rubbing her clit with a finger.

Violet was not to be undone and went for the gold, her tongue exploring Trin's inner and outer labia hungrily, now understanding what it was like, the desire to eat another woman.

Trin worked at Violet with a couple of fingers flickering Vi's clit with her tongue making an obscene slurping noise. Violet felt her rush coming and pulled her butt away.

Trin made a whining noise.

Violet stopped licking on Trin and moved toward the foot of the bed. Her face was matted with sweat and Trin's vaginal juice.

"Spread 'm." Violet said.

Trin spread her feet a few more inches apart.

"I said spread 'm." Violet growled.

Trin moved even slower, and smirked at Violet.

Violet grabbed a knee in each hand and rudely ripped Trin's chubby thighs apart, which made Trin's blood roar with desire. She went straight for Trin's bare cleft, it's beautiful ruddy crimson color an invitation all of it's own.

She too a deep breath and began at Trin's perianal area driving her tongue into her full folds, her face jammed up into her pubic area, the flesh of her mouth, and the flesh of her lovers genitals becoming one.




V&T, a Lesbian Love Story Ch. 02



Trin couldn't help herself, but gyrated against Violet's skull, and threw her head back and let out a long, sexually charged moan.

Violet smiled to herself, and latched onto Trin's clit, peeling back the hood with her lips and suckling on the little bundle of nerves.

Trin gasped, her enormous body quivered, and shook.

Violet kept up the pressure, slamming three fingers into Trin as she knew she liked and took a peek up, watching Trin twist her nipples.

Trin panted and then cried out Violet's name in ecstasy her body convulsing and letting out a torrent of juices all of which splashed Violet's face in a pair of powerful orgasms. She squealed and had to pull back as Violet's teeth grazed her hypersensitive clit, the shock of which caused her a third, lesser orgasm.

Violet moved up upon her and kissed her deeply. 

Trin tasted her own juices.

"I needed that." Trin said.

"I know." Violet replied. "So did I."



V&T, a Lesbian Love Story Ch. 03



On Sunday Morning Violet came home from her night shift job, she was tired, and irritated. She'd had to write up an aide and wasn't particularly happy about that. 

As she came through the side door into the incredibly cluttered house, she dumped her large bag on the floor next to the sofa bed she slept on and stared at it. She'd remembered all the times in the last week she and Trin had spent exploring each other on it. 

Trin had dubbed it the, 'couch of sucking' as it's iron fold-out body was always consuming various mattresses, pieces of bedding and cushions. Trin had a difficult time climbing on and off of it, and Violet and James both found that uproariously amusing.

She peeled off her scrub top and looked at the bed. It was lonely without Trin to cuddle against. She shrugged and slipped out of her scrub bottom and pondered taking a shower.

She quietly went down the hall in only a camisole and panties. Trin's room was in the corner, the door next to her dozing teenager. James would be out until one or two in the afternoon, undoubtedly having played video games until the break of dawn.

Trin on the other hand, might be awake. Violet smiled and thought perhaps a bit of morning fun might be in order. Slowly she eased open Trin's closed door. 

Woofer, her Irish Setter looked at her through a half lidded eye. He'd grown used to their tromping along and had stopped becoming excited by Thursday despite Trin's lewd moaning.

Trin was conked out cold, her body piled with blankets and the window wide open to the fresh air. Her bed was small, a child's daybed supported with cinder blocks so that it wouldn't break under her massive weight. She closed the door to a crack.

Violet sat on the edge of the bed and whispered, "Trin."

Trin grunted.

"Co'mon, scoot over."

Trin grunted again.

Violet laid over a bit trying to snuggle in.

Trin made a soft, 'rrring' noise in a questionable tone.

Violet kissed her on the ear.

Trin purred a bit and scooted herself against the bars of the white daybed, causing it to shake and jiggle. Violet took this as an act of consent and moved covers and sheets, exposing Trin's corpulent mass of flesh that passed for a body.

Trin shivered and muttered, "you're letting out all the warm air."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Violet said and crawled into the space. Trin's body radiated warmth, and Violet sought it out, stealing a pillow and folding it in half.

Trin grabbed the comforter and draped it over them, it was a queen size comforter, and for the two of them was a perfect fit. Trin grabbed her and pulled her tight. Violet smiled as the chubby arm reached up her shirt and she felt warm, and surrounded. 

Trin growled in her ear, "what's with the clothes?"

Violet turned and kissed her, "hedonist."

Trin half looked at her, "your point would be what?"

They talked for a while, and Trin eventually got her way, stripping Violet completely, however Violet insisted she do it without the use of her hands. This of course lead to a series of other activities, all of which Woofer ignored, and when the gasping and panting parts came, he became rather disgusted with the two of them and nosed the door open, heading toward the considerably cooler kitchen floor.

Trin decided that cuddling with Violet was far more important than anything else she could think that she really had to do right now especially post climatically. Both of them fell asleep.

At about ten in the morning, James awoke.

He stretched and yawned and turned on his Dreamcast and started to immediately play some Rogue Squadron, one of his current favorite video games. Within a half an hour or so, he was bored and went into the living room to play on the Playstation Two there.

He wasn't surprised that his mom was gone, it was normal for her and Trin to go out in the morning for coffee at the local Coffee People. He liked having the house to himself for awhile. He loved his mom and his Aunt Trin, but they weren't teenagers like him, and they treated him like he was a kid. They always told him to do stuff and wouldn't do it themselves, and it wasn't fair, not one bit.

He was playing on this really good game, one of those swords-and-sorcery one that captured his attention. He was going along at a good clip, when nature called. He'd often thought that there should be a toilet in the living room, or a bucket or something, but he had yet to convince his mother this was a good idea.

He trudged along to the bathroom, and caught sight of Woofer in the kitchen. Now that was funny, that Woofer would still be here. They always took him. Woofer paid little attention to James, unless it was an effort to bring him food. Woofer was like that, he was a dog with his priorities.

He went into the bathroom and took care of his business and came out, inadvertently looking through the open doorway of Trin's room.

What he saw was a shock. Trin was laying on her back, out cold and Violet, his mom, was resting on Trin's bare shoulder, equally asleep. He saw the bruise marks on the part of Trin's neck where she usually wore a scarf. While he couldn't see anything else for the heavy coverings, the idea was clear.

He tripped as he stumbled down the hall, and yelled at Woofer to get out of the way as he wrenched his bicycle away from the clutter in the kitchen, and took off in a huff, slamming the door rattling windows.

Trin's eyes snapped open and Violet spoke:

"What?" 

"Oh shit," Trin said.

"What?" Violet asked again.

Trin pointed toward the open door.

"Oh shit," Violet said.

Trin scrambled for clothing, pulling on a skirt and t-shirt and rooting for her keys. She looked back and found Violet had not moved.

"Well? Co'mon, we gotta find him," Trin stated.

"No. He needs his time, just like you did, just like I did. He has to think about it. We've sorta become normal, you know? To each other, I mean."

Trin tilted her head and continued to root for her keys, finding them with their rainbow tags and the bdsm flag.

"Trin, I'm serious," she said firmly.

Trin sat in the chair in front of her computer and dropped the keys on the cluttered desk. She powered the pc on, and as it booted she thought about Violet's words.

She was right, she supposed. 

Violet stood and rubbed Trin's shoulders some. She could see Trin was restraining herself, shutting down. It was one of the things Trin did when she was upset.

"Hey," she said.

Trin turned and laid her head against Violet's bare tummy. Softly her blood pressure dropped. She was worried, but she wasn't his mother. It was like a part of her had been stripped away.

She became rather distracted however, when Violet spun the chair around and sat bodily on her, her nipples bouncing about chin level. Trin took a suckle and drew a lot of the breast into her mouth.

Violet moaned softly.

Trin sucked on the other breast for a while, and then Violet tugged at her shirt, lifting it over her head and behind her neck, causing her arms to be caught up. Violet bent down and sucked on Trin's lips softly.

Trin felt better, especially as Violet started kissing her deeply while she was tied up. She lay there, the huge bulk of her body slumped in the armless chair. Only her face moved as Violet licked at it, and sucked on her lips needfully.

Trin was in a state of pleasure. She was a very oral person, and to have her mouth invaded was a premium desire for her. Violet took her time and lathered Trin's face with delicate, feathery kisses, and then nipped at her neck, making her wince.

Violet stood and tugged at Trin's hair.

Trin leaned her face over and down, nuzzling into Violet's bush, the scent drawing her.

Due to the shift in weight, the chair felt a bit unstable to Trin and she tried to stand, but her massive bulk was too much, she couldn't without using her hands. Violet grabbed her arm and eased her up, leading her back as she sat on the edge of the bed. Trin turned to sit on the bed, but Violet stopped her.

"No," she said, authoritatively.

Trin raised an eyebrow.

"Kneel."

Trin faltered on her feet, her knees not being able to easily bear her nearly four hundred pounds, and fell. She moved fast and hard, slamming into the carpet. Violet was aghast, and reached down to help her. 

Trin ignored it, and righted herself on her knees and knelt before Violet resting her head upon her knee like Woofer would do when he wanted a biscuit.

"Trin want a cookie?" She asked.

Trin grinned a rather foolish grin, and panted accordingly, trying to drool on Violet's bare, unshaven leg.

Violet spread her legs, and Trin had her cookie.

A couple of hours later, Trin and Violet were still in the half-sleep and half-cuddle state, although coffee had been suggested. Violet giggled when Trin's stomach growled obnoxiously. It was about noon, and Trin was hungry.

"I want some food," Trin said.

"You had cookies," Violet smirked.

"Just two, and not very big ones," Trin countered.

Violet bopped her with a pillow.

"What? You had two yourself. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you liked cookies," Trin said.

Violet smacked her again with the pillow.

Trin smirked at her, an almost evil, catty smirk.

Violet reared back with the pillow, but this time, Trin caught it. Trin moved like a cat and pounced her bodily, holding up a lot of her weight by her knees, but pinning her with what she did lay down.

Violet looked at her and pursed her lips.

Trin delicately licked them.

"So do you like cookie?" Trin asked.

Violet nodded.

Trin rolled off and curled under her arm, and Violet started to stroke her hair. Trin found that to be very comforting and if she could have purred, she would have. She garnered her courage and spoke:

"I like it a lot. I like it that you're not dominant a lot, I like it that you're submissive. I'm also scared where this will lead. You don't seem to have a lot of self-control when it comes to submission."

"You're right. I don't. I don't have a lot of self-control, actually. We also haven't played hard enough to worry too much about going to far. Heck you haven't even spanked me," Trin replied.

"You'd like that?" Violet inquired.

"Y-yes," Trin said. She stuttered, which was not like her normal speech pattern. 

"Trinity, look at me," Violet said.

Trin rolled over to look at Violet. She was pasty and sort of white, even more so than normal.

"What's wrong," Violet asked.

"I'm hungry," Trin said.

"Well go get food, silly Trin."

Trin padded naked into the kitchen and poured herself a soda and chugged half of it down. 

While she wanted to go out, she was sure Violet didn't. Violet almost always drove when they were together. Trin had a hard time fitting behind the steering wheel of Violet's car. With gasoline what it was, Trin didn't drive her Nova unless she had to. Besides, the evil daylight was out there. Trin would only go out for food, coffee or alcohol unless she had to have art supplies.

She looked at the empty space where James' bicycle usually lay.

The rest of the soda she downed and went back to her room.

Violet turned toward her and asked:

"Better?"

Trin nodded. The sugar had hit her empty stomach, and put some color in her face. She sat in her battered computer chair and plucked at keys for a moment, reading email and downloading photographs for her business. She had three or four new clients and forwarded the emails to her work email address.

Violet watched her. Trin was a technophile in the truest sense of the term, she liked her gadgets and gizmos, had her own domain and several different websites as well as accounts on the various art servers such as Deviant Art and Wet Canvas. 

"Anything new?" Violet asked.

"Three new clients, it should keep me busy for a while," Trin said.

"Good," Violet responded.

Trin spun in her chair and blew her a kiss while reaching for her clothes.

"Just where do you think you're going?"

"Food. Real food, not just soda."

Violet made a face.

"Besides, Woofer's gotta do his business." 

The big Irish Setter had returned to Trin's room and was doing his doggy dance that indicated he had to go and badly. It was nearly two in the afternoon.

Trin slipped into one of her billowy skirts and tossed the rumpled t-shirt on, looking presentable, or at least what she considered presentable. She kissed Violet and grabbed Woofer's leash.

Trin had a control harness on Woofer that fit around his muzzle, and while he could slip it without difficulty, he was generally pretty good about it. He led her up the back alleyway, but not before she snagged her pack of Djarums from the dashboard.

She lit one up, her eyes glazed as the clove smoke filled her lungs. Damn, these were good. Pity they made her so utterly sick after the second one. She let Woofer run to the extreme part of the lead, and used her weight to bear against him when he wanted to go farther. 

It was cooler than it had been a couple of weeks ago, with some low clouds rolling in. Trin loved clouds, she could sit there and stare at them for hours as she did as a child. They always made her feel safe and away from the sun.

Woofer peed on several spots and left a very healthy solid deposit on a patch of grass near, but not quite in the neighbors yard. Trin detested her neighbors, and whenever Woofer would 'accidentally' leave a deposit in his yard, she gave him extra biscuits. Woofer hadn't quite figured out that correlation yet, but she was working on him hard.

Trin smoked down to the filter and ground the cherry out with the heel of her sandal, and tossed the butt directly into the trash. She went back in to find Violet dozing lightly.

"Coffee?" Trin asked hopefully.

"I'm still tired," Violet said.

"I'm gonna go get food," Trin replied.

"We gotta whole kitchen full of food," Violet said.

"Yeah, and I don't wanna eat any of it. Besides I'm gonna swing by the studio and take a look and see how much work I've got this week," she said.

"Okay. I'll buzz you when James gets back." Violet said, knowing Trin was worried.

Trin smooched her and gave her a soft, 'I love you' in her ear and put on her oversized sunglasses in case the clouds went away. Violet smiled and told Trin that she was loved as well.

She and Woofer drove straight to the studio. She loaded the emails into a photo processing program and set up a script to print out three or four variants of each image. This would take a good half hour and she knew the computer would shut down.

She had kept her word to Violet and then drove immediately to McDonalds. Her pulse pounded and endomorphs poured into her brain as she thought about cramming food into her mouth. She also saw a very familiar-looking bicycle on the side of the building. 

Making her order she spied him in a corner, sipping a coke and reading a magazine. She wondered how long he'd been here, and wondered what to do. Maybe he did need his time, maybe she shouldn't say anything.

Her order came up and she sat at a table eating her five cheese burgers. Mid way through number three, he stood up to get a refill on his coke, and she couldn't resist. She wadded up a wrapper from one of the cheeseburgers and tossed at him, landing him right on the head.

He turned startled.

She waved two fingers at him in a quick greeting.

His mouth gaped open, he stood there, frozen.

She beckoned to him with her fingers.

He resisted until she spoke the word, "please."

He sat in next to her and she spoke:

"So will it be so bad? We've hid from you for a while now."

He shrugged like the teenager that she was and pushed fries at him. He chewed at them and then whispered:

"What do I tell my friends?"

Trin thought this was odd as he didn't bring many friends to the house.

"Whatever you feel comfortable with," Trin said.

He looked at her, and then looked at her neck.

"Did mom..." he started.

Trin nodded.

"Got a grip like a shark, your mom does," Trin said.

James turned a bit red.

"James," she said, putting a hand on his arm. "I love you and your mom. It's just that the love between your mom and I has taken a different turn. Is that so wrong?"

"Well I don't think you'll go to hell over it," He said authoritatively.

"Thats good, I suppose," she replied. Trin was a dedicated non-Christian, especially after Ravi's death. Ravi had been Hindu, and Trin a Pagan.

"Why, do you want to go to hell?"

"You know me James, I hate the heat. That's why I moved to Arizona with your mom," she said saucily.

"Yeah, why did you move with us anyway?"

"I love you, and love your mom. Sometimes when we love someone we do things that make us uncomfortable just to be closer to our loved ones. Ravi didn't mind one way or the other."

"You still think about him a lot, don't you?" He asked.

"Every day. I want to think he'd approve," Trin replied.

"I think he would," James said.

"Do you approve?" Trin asked.

"I don't know. I have to talk to my mom," He said.

"I can understand that," Trin said. "You scared the shit out of us this morning though."

"I'm sorry," he said contritely.

"Why don't you head on home and talk to your mom. I'm gonna take Woofer over to PetCo for some biscuits and maybe I'll look at the fish."

James rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"Oh come on, they are cute," Trin exclaimed happily.

James reply was to go back to the other table and retrieve his magazine. He stood in front of Trin as she moved the table away from her to stand up. She did so laboriously and shook out her skirt and dumped the tray. At the door she waited for him to unhook the lock from his bicycle and admonished him to ride safe. Woofer woofed at him from Trin's Nova. Somehow he understood he was going somewhere fun and was getting excited.

"I love you, James. Be careful. Tell your mom I'll be home soon."

"I will Trin. Love you too." He said, quickly in the teenage manner to avoid utter embarrassment.

She smiled, and they parted ways. Violet paged her a few minutes later as promised, and when she got home the three of them talked for a very long time. 



V&T, a Lesbian Love Story Ch. 04



Violet & Trinity: Chapter 04 - Out and About

Trin drove confidently in the Arizona traffic. The sky was overcast, highly unusual for mid-June. Violet was in the passenger seat and clinging to the dashboard for dear life.

During the half-hour trip from their northern suburban duplex to downtown, Trin had cut off six people, flipped off two of them and narrowly avoided being smacked by a bus. Violet did not care for Trin's driving and often closed her eyes.

Parking in the underground complex barely twenty minutes before her weekly appointment with Nancy, Trin extricated herself from the passenger's side of her battered old nova and lit a cigarette.

Violet raised an eyebrow.

"I thought you quit?" She poked.

"I have one pack a month, I just make it last," Trin said, while holding the smoke in her lungs. The Indonesian Clove Cigarettes gave off an odd, spicy smell.

"You don't have to work tonight, right?" Trin said, desperate to change the subject.

"Nope," Violet replied. 

Trin smiled her catty smile.

"What are you up to?" Violet asked.

"Me?" Trin asked, putting her manicured hand to her chest.

"You," Violet said flatly, putting her hands on her hips.

"Oh, I thought we might go out after you met Nancy. I found this cool little place to hang out. James can watch after himself for the afternoon."

"Okay," Violet said. She hefted a Steven King novel and they headed for the elevator.

Nancy was waiting for them at the reception desk and she smiled as she was introduced. Violet felt somewhat uncomfortable, for she did not like therapists, and was thankful that Trin did not insist she go back.

"So there she is, my woman," Trin said happily.

Nancy smiled and was happy for Trin as she babbled along for quite some time about this and that, mostly about their ever widening sex life.

"And then," Trin said with a huff, "the kid found out."

"James, her son," Nancy affirmed.

"Yeah, he wigged out, ran off for a few hours. I was gonna go hunt his butt down, but she damn near tied me down. She put me on my knees for crying' out loud," She bellowed.

"You're complaining, why?" Nancy shot at her.

"I didn't say I was complaining," Trin said. "I'm not used to it. There's a lot of stim coming from her in a lot of ways, and when James ran, well I felt it was fucked."

"But he came back," Nancy pointed out.

Trin nodded. 

"We talked a lot, laid down some ground rules. We're gonna be cleaning up the house a lot, and Vi and I are going to move into the back bedroom. Get a big bed and be a couple."

"Did you ask her to Pride?" Nancy's eyes flashed.

"Yeah we talked about it. She says she's not quite there yet. I think maybe she's kinda just settling into the whole lesbian thing. I'm gonna go, but just for the t-shirts." She said, smiling.

Nancy nodded, half a loaf was better than none.

"So do you feel comfortable with the relationship?" She asked.

"Yeah, real good. I mean it's still in the early stages, we'll need to roughen out some edges. Heck, that's what you have to do with any relationship," Trin replied, gesticulating.

Nancy nodded.

"So how would you like to delve a little deeper into your psychology?" She asked.

"Um, how do you mean?"

"I'd like to introduce into your care plan some discussions about your addiction."

"I don't smoke that much," Trin protested.

"I'm not talking about cigarettes," Nancy pierced. "I'm talking about food."

Trin's face went stone cold.

"What?" She gasped.

"You my friend, use food like others use pot, alcohol or meth," Nancy stated.

Trin's mouth went dry.

"What did you tell me you were going to do after you left today?" Nancy asked.

"Take Vi out for lunch, and we're gonna go out to this spa place I know."

"When did you have breakfast?" Nancy inquired.

Trin looked at the clock. Twenty minutes into the session. Damn.

She replied, "I had two, Bagels at eight, and Vi about ten, but I just teased her."

Nancy deftly avoided Trin's attempt to change the subject.

"Are you hungry?"

Trin swallowed.

Nancy waited patiently.

"No," Trin concluded.

"So why are you eating, then," Nancy asked softly. She sensed Trin's fear.

"I, uh, don't know. It's lunchtime. I'm taking her out, it's our one-month anniversary for Christ's sake," she defended herself.

"Has Violet ever said anything about your weight?"

"No," Trin stammered.

Nancy pinned her.

"Did Ravi?"

Trin's tears fell. She shivered, and could only nod in the affirmative.

She lowered her face to her hands and sobbed her long, gasping sobs. 

She took in long, gasping lung fulls of air, trying to be able to speak.

"This is a big deal for you, huh?"

Trin nodded.

"They used to pick on me, in school. All the time," she voiced hollowly.

"So you just ate more. You ate to hide from your rapes, and you ate to curtail the pain from Ravi's death."

Trin nodded as the tear factory started up again.

"Trin," she called gently.

Trin returned to her deep breathing, to try and be able to reconcile herself.

"Are you in pain now?"

"Normal aches and pains. Hips, knees, back. Crap like that," Trin admitted.

"Do you think any of that might go away if you were packing a bit less weight?"

Trin shrugged.

"I guess," she admitted.

"I'll make you a little deal," Nancy said.

"I'm gonna cut you loose a little early so you can go diddle Vi. In return you're going to track what you eat," a food journal, so to speak.

Trin would have signed a deal with the devil to get out of that room.

"Every fucking crumb," Nancy looked into Trin's eyes.

Trin nodded.

Nancy picked up her scheduler and looked at Trin.

"Same time next week, right," Nancy asked, pencil in hand.

"Noon, Wednesday," Trin affirmed.

Nancy smiled at her cattily and said, "have a good time."

Trin managed only the weakest of retorts with a simple, "Fuck you."

Nancy smiled her sickly sweet smile and replied, "that's fuck you, ma'am."

Trin gave her a half-grin, all she could muster. It let Nancy know Trin wasn't actually upset.

Violet saw Trin amble down the hallway toward the waiting room, her eyes red and puffy.

Trin handed her the keys.

"You're driving," she said.

"I'm driving? This from the woman who consistently picks on my navigational skills."

Trin glared at her with the red-lined rims.

"Please," she gasped.

Violet grabbed her hand and let her into the elevator.

"What happened in there?" She demanded.

"Put me through the fucking meat grinder. She'll do that ever so often." Trin got her cigarettes out in the elevator, and lit one the very second the doors opened.

She quickly inhaled and exhaled, getting hits of nicotine down as quickly as she could. In the time it took for them to walk to the elevator to her Nova, a good quarter of the clove had been consumed. Trin instinctively walked to the driver's side.

"Am I driving, or what?" Violet said, in a playful manner.

Trin reached out for the keys.

Violet smiled, "good, I hate city traffic anyway."

Trin sat on the side of the car, and smoked the clove to about half way. Out of the corner of one eye she saw the elevator open, and Nancy stepped out, lighting a smoke of her own.

The two women sized each other up from a distance.

Trin offered the olive branch with a nod, and Nancy returned with a half smile. Violet had already gotten into the car, and honked the horn to speed Trin's fat ass up.

Nancy stuck her tongue out at Trin, and Trin flickered her tongue back at her.

Nancy laughed, and waved as Trin slumped into the Chevy and fired it to life.

She glided along the underground garage to the exit onto Main Street, and deftly maneuvered the Nova to a small row of Chinese stores and restraunts. Both she and Vi loved Chinese food.

"All right!" Vi exclaimed happily.

"Now Vi," Trin said after they had ordered. "I know you like to be in control, but I'm gonna ask that you really trust me for the next couple of hours."

Violet looked at her.

"You are up to no good, aren't you?"

"Yes, I am. On top of that, I've spent a good deal of money to continue to be up to no good," she said, laying it on thick.

"So what are we talking, here?"

"It's a surprise," Trin said. "You wouldn't want me to spoil it."

"Sure I would," Violet retorted.

Their soups were served, a delicate egg flower for Violet and a potent sweet-and-sour hot spicy for Trin. She happily chewed on the Tofu.

"One thing," Violet said, gesturing with the soup spoon. "No tying me up."

"No, nothing like that. It's a sweet sort of thing," Trin added.

Violet sized her up.

"Trinity, sweet to you means you kiss the paddle before it hits your ass."

"Like you've ever used a paddle in your fucking life," Trin retorted.

Violet had to admit she hadn't.

Trin wondered if she could smoke in there and then decided against it. She heard the sizzle of a plate out of the corner of her ear.

The two women sat back against the booth as a huge platter of honey chicken was set down. It was followed by an equally large platter of mushu pork, with a large bowl of rice.

Trin's eyes were glazed as the smells hit her nostrils, and she closed her eyes for the barest of moments and gave thanks to the goddess for all the things in her life, even the ones she didn't like. Trin felt that all of her experiences made her a better person. She also gave thanks to the animals lives that had been lost to supply her with this meal.

Violet in the meantime had dumped copious amounts of the honey chicken on her plate, followed by rice. 

Trin had gotten a hold of the Mushu Pork first and piled the cabbage-laden dish onto her plate. She only took a couple of pieces of the chicken for the deep fried foods she didn't really care for.

"Mmmh," Violet said. "This is fantastic."

Trin nodded, the pungent, fiery pork rolled over her tongue and palette and she was lost in the ecstasy of the moment.

"One of my favorite places," Trin said. "You think this is good, the Pad Thai place down the street, they are as good, if not fantastic."

Violet raised an eyebrow.

"You eat out a lot, don't you?"

"Yeah," Trin admitted. "Most every day."

Violet nodded, nonjudgementally, and Trin was thankful for the topic change.

"James got his schedule for next year. He made the tenth grade."

"With three F's," Trin said in disbelief.

"Gotta love no child left behind." Violet said.

Trin snorted, and had often compared both Bush presidencies to the reign of Adolf Hitler.

"So is he gonna get a job or something this summer?" Trin asked.

"He's fifteen," Violet said. "Nobody will hire him. He's got to have a work permit."

Trin nodded, "I did a lot of baby sitting and stuff. Can't he mow lawns or something?"

Violet conceded he probably could, and they plotted about things he might be able to do.

Trin pointed out James inherent tendency toward slothfulness

Both women had seconds, although Trin's was again, huge. She ate speedily, barely chewing as she listened to the current gossip at the nursing home.

"I told them how James had run out. The other nurse says that her oldest daughter doesn't have anything to do with her," Violet said.

Trin nodded and then said, "I just don't think that will be our problem."

Violet shook her head in the negative, "you've always been part of our family, from when you moved in before."

"Although," Trin pointed a fork at her, "he took a look at those bruises and was pretty impressed."

Violet frowned at her.

"I thought you were covering those up."

"You're the one that left the door open," Trin said.

"It was late. Early. I was tired," Violet protested.

"Tired enough to make me take off your clothing with my teeth," Trin noted.

"Will you be quiet!" Violet hissed, not entirely upset.

Trin leaned over, "my, my, someone's still in the closet."

"Hey, be nice. I'm still pretty new to this. It's only been," she thought, "a month."

"A month to the day, exactly," Trin said wolfishly.

Violet nodded her head, agreeing, and then leaned over, "and a happy anniversary to you, too. Now where the hell are we going."

Trin smiled smugly, "you'll find out."

The fortune cookies arrive, the leftovers were boxed and Violet carried the brown paper sack in the car.

Trin peeled out of the parking lot, and deliberately drove around in almost random directions for a good twenty minutes.

"You're lost, aren't you? Just say it, you are lost," Violet said.

"Nope, I don't get lost," Trin replied.

"Bullshit," Violet said.

Trin swung wide, flipping a U-Turn across five lanes and then pulled behind a Subway Sandwich shop.

"Be right back!" She said, leaving the car running.

Trin scooted around the corner, past the subway and entered into the front lobby of, "Sam's Spa house."

The proprietor, an old grizzled dyke who called herself Sam was waiting at the counter.

"Back door's open, girl. You got four hours, I've got the sauna all warmed up, and the candles are all lit."

Trin smiled madly, "You're the best, Sam."

"Anything in the name of romance," Sam said, high-fiving her.

Trin forced herself to bypass the Subway and hopped into the driver's side, pulling against some trees.

"Okay, Vi. This is where I really need your trust," Trin said to her, seriously.

Violet nodded. She could see Trin's intent in her eyes, and could feel the fire in her heart.

"Come out of the car, and turn around, facing it."

Violet did as she was asked, and Trin slipped a sleeping mask over her eyes.

"Hey!" Violet objected.

"Just trust me, okay? If you don't like it, we'll leave immediately, I promise."

"Promise?" Violet stated.

"I give you my word," and with that, led Violet by the elbow.

Sam opened up the back door, and held out a key for Trin. 

Trin handed it to Violet, and led her down the suites all the way to the end. She'd taken two additional commissions just to pay for the next four hours.

The scent of the room was the first thing Violet sensed.

It smelled like roses, a flower that Violet loved.

She breathed in deeply, and then heard the gurgle of water.

Trin closed the mirrored door behind them.

The room was fairly small, about ten by ten, with a sunken hot tub and adjoining sauna. It had heavy shag carpets and wonderful fluffy towels. The room was illuminated entirely by candlelight.

Trin flipped switches, turning the lights very low, and giving them a crimson hue.

"Where are we?" Violet asked.

"Almost done," Trin said. 

She was hustling her clothing off and then instructed Violet, "kick off your shoes."

Violet giggled ever so softly and felt the carpets, thick and lush.

"ooh!" She smiled.

"Arms up!" Trin said, smartly.

Trin picked up the hem of Violet's shirt, and peeled it and her camisole off. 

Trin could see the arousal of Violet's nipples.

"There better not be a crowd of people!" Violet exclaimed.

Trin drug her pants down to her ankles and had her step out. Vi grabbed her for steadying, and realized that Trin had already become nude.

"Okay, so where are we?"

Trin put her hand on the metal bar leading into the spa, and then took off the mask.

Violet's jaw dropped.

"Private spa. Through that door is a Sauna, the hottest one they have."

She knew Violet loved a Sauna. Trin would only be able to take a few minutes of it, but she could enjoy the tub.

"Aw, Trin!" She turned around and kissed Trin right on the lips.

Trin grinned like a Cheshire Cat, and helped Violet in.

Trin nearly slipped, and had to use the bar like a crutch, and half fell in, laughing all the way.

Violet could not help her self and let loose a belly laugh.

Trin was the eternal clown, and made fun of herself.

Violet came toward her as she got settled, moving gracefully in the water, and grabbed at Trin's now wet hair. 

Their lips met, Violet was hungry for her woman, and she nipped onto Trin's neck. The kiss was not enough to mark, but enough to re-take charge.

Trin lay back happily, her arms stretched out against the tub, grasping onto the edge.

Violet trailed down her neck, putting her face into the water, and dipped down, holding her breath, to chew on a nipple tenderly.

Trin had posititioned her behind onto a jet, and moaned lewdly as between the jet, and Violet she was getting it from both sides.

Violet came up for air, and as she did, Trin moved, a wicked smile upon her face.

Violet cleared the water from her eyes, to find Trin gone, behind her, teeth softly sinking into her shoulder.

She moaned and her knees bucked as Trin's lips softly made their mark. Trin slobbered her way up to Violet's ear, a tried and true erogenous zone for Violet.

Violet felt Trin's hand softly twist her nipples, and she used her hands to sort of float herself, leaning against Trin, writhing and moaning.

Trin guided her fingers into Vi's soft folds gently rubbing, very tenderly while still sucking on the earlobe. Her hot breath caused her Vi to quiver ever so tenderly, and she felt some sort of seat, about knee level.

"Lean forward," Trin instructed.

Violet put her knees on the bench, and softly Trin controlled her pelvis, gyrating her against the edge of the water jet.

"Oh!" Violet moaned.

Trin frigged Violet ever so tenderly as the thrusting pulse of the jet caught the edge of her mons making Violet moan again. It was like having a dozen warm throbbing tongues on her at once.

She grunted ever so softly her hips humping toward it. Trin guided once more, this time feeling the edge of the water jet throbbing against her attention starved clit.

Her hips moved involuntarily, humping the jet as Trin slipped under the water. With one hand, she split Violet's butt apart, and softly licked her tiny rosebud with her tongue.

Violet's eyes flared open, the tongue in her anal area a powerful stimulant. She bucked, cried out and quivered. Trin's mouth chewed her anal area tenderly, and it drove her to climax.

Trin felt the convulsion and stuck her tongue deeply into her ass, as far as it would go, and felt Violet orgasm twice more, with smaller, lesser throes of ecstasy. She then felt Violet's body sag, and she moved lest she be sat upon.

Violet had to move, for the stimulation was becoming painful and half tripped on the rising Trin, moving to a quieter area of the tub.

Trin smiled at her.

Violet gave her a dazed, yet happy look. She petted her left side, and Trin snuggled under her arm.

"That was...wild," she gasped.

Trin smiled and kissed on the cheek. She was very aroused and very horny, but also strangely happy, and oddly calm.

"Just think," Trin said, "we've got this room for another four hours."

Violet's mind turned that over and she leaned over onto, quickly having gotten her second wind.

"Works for me," she whispered, deeply kissing Trin, and plotting further how Trin could service her in the warm, humid environment.



V&T, a Lesbian Love Story Ch. 05



Week Five: "Pride goeth before the fall"

The Phoenix Saturday Market was located just off one side of downtown, several pedestrian-only blocks cordoned off for a huge array of craftspeople and artisans.

Trin and Woofer spent the morning meandering around them, alone. Violet had yet again declined to come, and after she explained to James where she was going after the market he wanted nothing to do with it. 

She glared at him whenever he used terms like, 'queer', 'fagot' and 'gay' in a derogatory manner. She tried not to flare at him, tried not to rage at him, and yet, she wanted to. She wanted nothing more than to smack the shit out of him. Calmly she had asked him what he would do if someone called his mom a Dyke.

It stopped him in his tracks. 

He had shut down on her, emotionally, and took him a while warm back up. They had talked about trying to respect other people.

Violet had watched the conversation, and did not interfere. Trin had gone from her coarse, growly tone to a warm, motherly speaking voice. She had been confused how Trin could do this, but she did it nonetheless.

Woofer sniffed the air as a sausage vendor came into smelling range, and she wound up the leash tight. Dogs were allowed in the open-air market and she made sure that he had done his business before they left.

She tapped at her breast and looked at him when he pounced up on her. 

"Woofer want a snack?" She asked hopefully.

Woofer responded by licking her square on the lips.

She smiled happily and then lead him over to the small booth.

"Two sausages, one on a stick, one on a bun," she ordered.

He looked at her, and then at Woofer.

"He's on low-carb," she explained.

The guy taking the order looked at her and then as the joke set in, laughed. Woofer woofed.

Trin lathered hers in hot mustard, relish and onions, taking plenty of napkins and sat on a bench against a building. Before even unwrapping hers, she carefully tore his into very small pieces and set them in the napkin.

She had barely gotten two bites of hers down when he stuck his big Irish Setter nose on her lap.

"Oh come on," she said.

His soft brown eyes layered with the beautiful dark eyelashes blinked at her.

She chewed barely four inches away from his muzzle, slowly, teasingly.

He couldn't stand it, and licked at her face, his tongue hitting the mustard and a bit of chopped onion stuck to the side of her face.

The hot mustard hit his sinuses and he sneezed repeatedly and then looked at her coldly

"Serves you right, mutt," She said.

Happily she devoured the dog and sipped at a soda. She held the cup for him as he drank a twenty ounce cup of ice water sloppily, spattering her without care. She scratched his ears and told him he was a goofy mutt. He licked her on the face with the chilled tongue.

"Yuck. You brush your teeth as much as the teenager does."

Woofer woofed.

"Yeah, yeah. Com'on, let's go putter around."

Trin went from booth to booth in the market, and found all sorts of interesting items. Glass knick knacks, leather wallets, copper rings, silver necklaces with stone inlays. She bought some interesting polymer clay beads that caught her eye and some hand blown glass beads for Violet. 

Beads had always been an interest to both of them, back when they all lived in Portland, Oregon, they would often drive to Long Beach, Washington and buy beads at the coastal shops.

Trin thought about this, and realized she missed the beach a lot. There was something wonderful about the cool, crisp ocean air. Already at ten-thirty, it was getting hot, and unpleasant. She wasn't looking forward to it, and had deliberately came early to try to get back about one or two.

Still the shiny beads caught her eye. Woofer, on the other paw was unamused.

He lay down on her feet as she poked through the white plastic trays and thumped his tail as the shop keeper scratched him on the ears.

Trin ended up plunking a good forty dollars down for them and was happy.

Woofer looked up at her as if to say, "it's about damn time."

Trin, of course had to stop a mere three booths down to look at the stickers, and quickly selected a small assortment, including two which were triangular with a bird motif in blue, black and white. Woofer tried to ignore her as much as possible as she looked at a doggie shirt that read, 'I'm proud of my gay mommy.'

Trin finally decided against it, and then circled the block to find the actual opening to the Pride gathering proper. It was in a long park, cordoned off. Donations were being accepted, and Trin dropped a fiver into the box as she walked past.

Woofer snuffled at passers-by, and was happy when Trin stopped for a burger. Without the spicy mustard, he managed to mooch a good half of it easy, and attempted to look contrite when she called him a 'greedy gut.'

Trin passed by and got her annual pride purchase, a set of rainbow rings. She had four sets so far, and had them around a BB chain that she work infrequently, with a dog tag that read, 'Trinity' in the middle. She thought for a moment, and got a set for Violet too. On impulse she got a key chain for James that said, "My mom's a Dyke. Bite me."

Trin's next stop was the Basic Rights Project, a group that she always liked seeing out at events. She got the usual bright blue and yellow sticker and made a donation. She passed by the local queer newsie, "The Lavender Network" and picked up the current copy. As she walked, she laughed out loud, reading her favorite stripe, 'Dykes to Watch out for'.

Past these was another food stop, a soda for her, and another water for him. She passed a button booth and bought a handful to stick on her bulletin board. One one lapel, she pinned a button that said, "Meandering to a Different Drummer." On the left she put, "I am in shape. ROUND is a shape." The rest she'd pin up in her office, although favored on in particular which read, "war is just terrorism with a bigger budget."

Trin ambled down along the group, seeing large displays from Hewlett Packard and other queer-friendly corporations, and also noticed the Log Cabin Republican booth was incredibly empty. They were across from the Libertarians and the two booth vendors would glare at each other as the crowds swarmed to the Lavender Donkey booth.

She took handouts from a variety of vendors, and stopped to peruse a women's book booth, acquiring a copy of Pat Califa's, "Macho Sluts". She had felt that Doc & Fluff wasn't really Califa's best work, and was hoping that even when she became Patrick Califa he would still produce good porn. 

The selling girl piped up, "I gotta move, so I'm selling it all."

"Oh," Trin inquired, "where to?"

"Portland," she replied.

Trin smiled, "I'm from Portland. One stop at Powell's and you'll have all these back and more."

"Powell's City of Books, right?"

"Yup. Off of Burnside. One of my favorite places to go." Trin said. It had been a couple of years now since she'd been there, and she longed to smell it again. 

The girl grinned, "that place is the bomb."

"You bet, and across the street is Rocco's pizza. Serious sliceage," Trin declared.

"I'll have to give it a try," the girl replied.

Trin stuffed the book into one of her goodie bags she'd acquired and then moved inward more, seeing a women's leather play group.

She ogled a selection of floggers, one in leather and one with rubber strands. The smell of the rubber one attracted Trin to no end, and she ran it through her fingers.

The woman running the stand was tall, wearing a leather corset, leather chaps, and a leather bikini bottom. She watched Trin intently.

She watched as Trin's nostrils flared as Trin ran the leather flogger through her fingers. She saw Trin's long skirt shimmer ever so softly as Trin slapped it against her open palm. 

Trin was lost in her own little world, feeling the wide, flat strips, imagining what they would feel like as they grazed her back, her buttocks.

The tall woman spoke, "you should come play with us."

Trin's head snapped as if someone had smacked her.

The tall woman rose, her cool, soft brown eyes looked down at her.

Trin shivered ever so softly, and then proffered a card.

'The Women of Phoenix,' the card read. It had only a telephone number.

"We meet at private homes. Ladies only. Discreet, civil play."

Trin swallowed the saliva in her mouth.

"Once a month, under the full moon we have a night session."

"I'd love to," Trin's mouth betrayed her. "I'm not sure my partner is ready."

"That's okay. We play safe, sane and consensual. Sex, no sex, whatever you like. Personally I have an affinity for ponies."

She pointed to an 8 x 10 glossy photo of a woman who had some sort of hoof-like shoes on her feet and her hands were covered with gloves that mimicked a horse's hoof. She was nude, other than some sort of headdress where her hair was manipulated not unlike a mane, and a tail somehow affixed into her rump. 

Trin gasped.

"We also have a kitty player, if you liked. It's my understanding she's very partial to heavy cream, and has an incredible tongue."

Trin's eyes widened.

Woofer nosed his way protectively between the two women and stuck his muzzle directly at Trin's hand.

"No zoo play, however." She said.

"That's okay, Woofer and I have a private life." Trin said, not missing a beat.

The woman smiled.

"Come see us. Bring your girl. We have a potluck on Sundays, first of every month. Be a nice little social outing."

Trin nodded.

"I'll talk to her. No promises."

"Under stood. I have to admit, I have a thing for larger women. I like the way they jiggle when the crop strikes."

Trin shivered again.

"Like that." The woman said.

Trin mustered her courage and asked, "how much is the leather flogger."

"One-fifty. For you, one twenty-five."

Trin took it from the wall, held out her left arm, and gave herself five lashes. Her arm had a slight pink tinge on it.

"One hundred," Trin offered.

"If you show up, I get to work you myself," she challenged.

"Deal." Trin said, her mouth again betraying her.

The woman proffered Trin a plastic case and Trin fished out a crisp, new c-note.

"What's your name, hun?"

"Trinity," Trin said.

"I'm Hannah. I'm one of the doms."

"Like that's a surprise," Trin retorted.

Hannah replied silkily, "little girls with smart mouths get them shut."

"I'm not across your lap, yet. Sir." Trin regarnered her courage.

"You'll be with us. I know this, Trinity."

Trin backed up a step, and then replied, "only if she agrees. I could never betray her."

Hannah dropped the dominatrix mode. "Perfectly understandable. Seriously, just come have Sunday brunch with us. It would be fun, get your girl used to the folks."

"Thank you, Hannah. She's still pretty new to everything. I'll talk to her."

"Is she here?" Hannah gestured toward the crowd.

"We've been together just over a month. I'm her first woman, we're just coming to terms."

"That's cool. Hopefully we'll see you around, Trinity."

"Thanks Hannah."

Trin's heart beat a bit quicker as she walked past.

There were other displays of bondage items, but nothing like the friendly, sultry Hannah. Trin bought some silk scarves from an artist, priced a stockade. The flogger lay in her bag. Some art prints were layered on it, and a couple of pro-queer bumper stickers.

The heat was bearing down on her and Woofer, and Trin sat under a tree, drinking yet another soda, and having gotten a thirty-two ounce water for Woofer. She softly rubbed his ears as he drank, and rested, getting ready to make the break to the car. She'd left it in an underground garage six blocks away, which was a momentous walk for her.

"You both look a little flustered," a voice spoke.

Trin turned.

Violet stood there in a pair of cutoffs and a t-shirt.

"Vi?" She gasped.

Violet sat next to her.

"It's after two, Trin. I was getting worried."

"Vi I'm quite capable of getting around."

"I know that. I was... concerned. You haven't been able to move well as of late."

"I just take it slower and easier. I'm okay."

"Where's James?" Trin looked about.

"Back at the Saturday Market. He's mad at me right now."

Trin cocked her eyebrow.

"I had told him earlier in the week that I wouldn't be going. We had a long talk about it."

"So why did you? It's not like I need a fucking escort."

"I needed to see it," Violet said. "I wanted to see what it was about."

"I got stuff for you," Trin said, putting the b-b chain with the rainbow rings around her neck.

Violet looked at it.

"The colors represent diversity of different kinds. We're all one people. Also got some cool buttons."

Violet seemed pleased and leaned over to Trinity.

Trin reached her lips up for a kiss.

Violet was scared, but softly nuzzled Trin. She was unused to public displays of affection.

Trin wrapped her hands around her and pulled her down.

Violet scolded, "TRINITY!" In a hushed voice.

"What?" Trin grinned at her and nuzzled her.

"Not out here!"

"I can't hug my girlfriend in public?" She said, quietly.

Violet relented and lay upon Trin's comfortable corpulence.

She felt both comfortable, and uncomfortable. She felt safe because of Trinity, but also scared. She wasn't ready to be out, and yet, a part of her brought her here.

Trin's eyes glazed, through her dark glasses she felt the waves of heat, the tiredness. She smelt the perfume that was Violet's soft hair, the comfort that was her wonderful body. For the briefest of moments, she dozed.

"Trin? Trin?" She heard a voice call her.

Her head moved softly, slowly. 

She felt her body become warm, and sexually aroused, wet as she contemplated licking Violet into pleasure.

The darkness fell over Trinity's consciousness as the heatstroke took her.

Violet screamed when she realized Trinity would not wake.



V&T, a Lesbian Love Story Ch. 06



Week Six:R & R

Trin did not like being bedridden. She detested being waited upon, and she sure as hell hated the compression stockings affixed to her thighs.

Since she got home from the hospital she would doze all day with Violet, and then allow herself to be dressed. Together they walked outside for a set number of blocks, then returned home. Violet had installed an air-conditioner into their room despite her own discomfort.

Trin emotionally was withdrawn. She did not do much, mostly nodding and spoke few words. Violet and James waited on her hand and foot which she resented. Woofer lay on the bed at his mistress's feet unless they were walking.

It was evening, and Trin watched Violet as she was getting dressed, and beckoned toward her with her left hand.

Violet quickly came over, thinking Trin might need help going to the bathroom.

Trin reached out both hands, bear hugged her, and rolled, pinning Violet under her.

Violet gasped and looked in shock.

Trin's rumbling voice spoke:

"Do you still love me?"

"Of course!" Violet gasped, astonished.

Softly Trin's mouth softly brushed Violet's lips, the tip of her tongue licked at her teeth.

"I need affection," Trin said.

Violet wrapped her arms around Trin and rubbed her nose against her. 

Trin relaxed slightly and Violet took advantage of it. She neatly flipped Trin's massive body over, then stood. She closed the bedroom door, and tapped at the newly installed slide lock.

Trin's eyes watched her as she peeled off the top, and she stood before Trin in her tattered sports bra and scrub bottoms.

"You haven't touched me since my stroke," Trin said.

"I'm sorry. You scared me," Violet said.

"I scared you? I'll be back to normal in a week, the doctor said so."

"Trin, this is a lot more about one stroke. This is about your life. You're killing yourself."

"Boy you know how to talk romantic," Trin replied.

Violet sat at the end of the bed.

"I tell you this because I love you, and I want us to be together for the long run. I want to be able to go to many more prides."

Trin looked at her. She noticed Violet was wearing the b-b chain with the rainbow rings.

Trin reached out for her, and Violet softly nosed the outstretched fingers, chewing on them softly.

Trin smiled, and took deep breaths. She scooted herself up on the bed, using her hands, sitting up and beckoned for Violet. She was wearing a white satiny nightdress which covered everything but was easy to maneuver in.

Violet crawled up on her and softly laid her head on Trinity's obese tummy.

Softly, Trin stroked her coarse, thick, brown hair.

Her fingers tenderly explored Violet's plain face, her angular, pert nose, the wells of her eyes, and those wonderful lips.

Violet stayed very still, she understood Trinity needed to touch as much as she needed to be touched. While she was a nurse, in this setting she was in a difficult position, for Trinity was far more than a patient, she was her lover.

Trin's pudgy, strong hands, gently felt the wellspring of tension in the based of her neck, and dug the base of her thumbs into the neck, softly rubbing in circles.

Violet shivered softly, and not from the air-conditioning. 

Trin spread her legs, causing Violet to squeal in surprise as she sank into Trin's crotch. Trin chortled slowly and leaned Violet's back, and softly put her mouth to the nape of her neck. Tenderly she sucked, tasting salt from her skin. She pulled back for a moment, and licked her lips.

"I really need a shower," Violet said.

"Yes, you do," Trin whispered and licked at her ear-lobe drawing it into her mouth. Her seeking tongue tenderly flickered the lobe. Trin felt Violet quiver as the hot air from the big woman's mouth roll over her ear canal.

Violet couldn't take any more, and flipped on top of Trin. Her mouth sought Trin's wanting tongue, sucking it greedily into her oral cavity.

Trin's hands yanked at Violet's sport bra, growling hungrily.

Violet was not to be undone, and rubbed her breasts into Trin's face, teasing her.

Trin purred happily as her mouth caught one of Vi's jutting teats, sucking the nipple in up to the aureole. Hungrily she chewed, mouthed, slobbered and tried to drink from Violet's Tit.

Violet shivered with ecstasy, grinding her upper torso into Trin's face, fucking her face with her breasts.

Trin grabbed at the string of her scrubs, untying it, pulling at the elastic of her panties. She wanted Violet's bush in her face, needed to feel useful, needed to feel wanted despite her invalid state.

Violet lifted back, and wriggled out of the bleach-stained scrubs and her equally tattered undergarments. Her black mass of pubic hair caught Trin's eyes, and she stared at Violet's thick, ruddy lips as if they were steak tartare. Her tongue softly left her lips, and moistened them.

Violet growled with need, climbing onto Trin, regardless of injury, and forced her unwashed, odiferious mons into Trin's nose.

Trin didn't bat an eye, and teased Violet meanly by using the tip of her tongue to roll around Violet's clit, sucking softly, drawing the hood with her lips. She locked her lips onto Violet's clit itself, feeling the soft, silky, nerve-encrusted pearl of her womanhood.

Violet churred like a big cat, pumping at Trin's chubby face, rocking the bed against the wall, slamming Trin's body mercilessly.

Trin could care less, and slipped three fingers easily into Violet's soft, sloppy wetness using her knuckles to stimulate Violet's lips.

Violet pulled back, and then grabbed at Trin's head, forcing her nose into her unclean nether regions, rolling her slit vertically, grinding her juices into her lips.

Trin hungrily licked at her snatch, driving her tongue deeply into the musky smell of the dominant woman. Her tongue reached in deeply, her nose often brushing against her clit, as Violet lewdly used Trin as a fuck toy, humping her face madly.

Trin took one of her slick, woman stained fingers and dilated Violet's butt with it, causing her to shriek.

"Cunt," Violet growled.

Trin responded by latching her lips onto Violet's clit, sucking, flickering and making an obscene series of noises. Violet pressed harder, nearly suffocating Trin, and let off a long, shivering convulsion of pleasure as she climaxed, flooding Trin with her skank.

Trin drank it all in, until she couldn't breathe any more, having to pull back to get a breath of fresh air. She went back in just as quickly, and licked at Violet's unwashed crotch like a starved woman.

Violet relaxed back on her haunches after a few moments.

"Slut," she said.

"Bite me," Trin replied.

Violet's mouth violently violated Trin's neck which had only recently healed up, causing Trin to nearly scream in pain. When she pulled back, her face was the mask of domination which Trinity so desperately craved.

She pulled up Trin's nightdress, baring her pale, pink quivering flesh, leaving only the thigh-high compression stockings. Over her head it went, and she jammed her knees into Trin's pits, forcing the shoulder up.

Violet fussed with the dress a moment, then then tied Trin's hands together, and then to the wooden backboard. Trin's eyes lit up as she understood she was bound, and she wiggled her legs in defiance.

"Oh don't you think so, bitch. I have a few words to say to you," she nearly yelled.

She slipped down to Trin's smooth, beaver, her mons purple. Coldly, she reaches to the side and grabbed the fleshy part of Trin's ass, flipping her bodily to one side. Trin's eyes widened as she saw the arc of her open palm, with no warning, the pain of the spanking came.

SMACK

"This is for exhausting yourself."

SMACK

"This is for making James and I wait for your sorry ass in the hospital."

SMACK

"This is for not taking care of yourself."

SMACK

"This is for not knowing you're still loved, you fucking cunt," she raged. Her tears poured down her cheeks.

Trinity was in shock. She felt on a primal, deep level.

Violet flipped her back on her back, and removed each compression stocking.

She tied them to Trin's ankles, and then to the bed-posts.

Trin was crying from the pain of the spanking, her emotions poured out of her. She quivered, blubbered and bawled.

Violet went into a plastic bag, and pulled out Trin's flogger.

"Oh yes. I found this. I also read those books, Trinity. I know what you want."

Trinity quivered when she saw it.

Softly Violet dragged the leather over Trin's face and danced it over her nipples. She gave a soft, nonviolent stroke and stimulated both nearly simultaneously.

"Do you want this, Trinity? Do you?"

Trinity nodded.

"You have to earn it. You just don't get it."

Trinity's face blubbered, her voice croaking with tears, "h-how?"

"Once a week, I will send James to run errands. For every mile you have walked during that week, I will smack your beautiful fat ass. You control it, Trinity. You want a spanking, god dammit, you'll get it."

Neatly she flipped the flogger in her hand, it's leather knob she rubbed against Trin's nose.

Trin quivered.

"Lick it."

Trin licked. Softly her tongue reached out for the sweet taste of the cowhide and she suckled on it as if it were a huge, sheathed cock.

Violet teased her, and then pulled it away, enjoying Trin's bondage, her desire to serve. She had never known anyone so devoted. She got an evil idea, and softly rubbed the knot of it at Trin's spread mound.

Trin hissed, for the knot of the flogger was huge, easily the size of a lemon.

Violet rubbed her lover's cunt with it, grinding it until the dilation was great enough to just barely take it.

"What do you want, Trinity?"

"Please," Trin begged.

"Please what?" Violet smiled cattily

"Please ma'am, please." Trin gutturally begged.

The flogger struck again, across both nipples.

The handle this time went directly into Trin, as Violet's tongue flickered at the big woman's clit, her lips drawing it's thick hood and nub against her teeth. The handle pumped into Trin fucking her rudely, screwing her more powerfully than any man had ever considered.

Trin did not take long, and she did not squeak when she climaxed.

She roared.

Her bound body raised itself out of the bed, her strong abdominals lifting Violet's head up. The flogger popped out of her body with an soft, slick, sucking sound.

She breathed heavily, gasping for air.

Violet looked down at her partner, smiling.

Trin grinned at her.

Violet made her lick the flogger off, and then she hung it off the doorknob in their bedroom.

"Next Friday. One per mile."

Trin nodded, and snuggled under Violet's arm needfully.

Violet softly kissed her fine, sweat-scented hair and whispered, "I love you."

Trin turned, noses her softly and said, "I love you too. Ma'am."