It was freezing, cold, rainy and disgusting. Tegan's bladder was going to burst if she waited any longer till she got home. It was only the 28th of October and Montreal was quickly witnessing snow. What the hell?
Her hair looked nauseating that morning so it ended up hidden in a bun quite inappropriate for her work environment. Well, fuck it, she didn't care anymore. Work had been exhausting enough and she was slowly growing irritated with every tiny issue that was developing in her life.
The only hopeful part about her job was her best friend, who most of the time was too busy with school activities to hear her whining and complaining about her achy back, sore breasts, or numb feet. But Emy was still there and still listened to her rambles on the weekends when they hung out with their third friend. This weekend, though, they weren't going out because each person had different plans. She planned to stay in with Sara…well, they were going to babysit Ella, but that was the plan anyway.
As soon as the thought of Sara entered her mind, her black car finally stepped into the street. Tegan huffed and cold mist came out of her lips. As soon as the car parked next to the sidewalk, she opened the door and got in, teeth crackling and nose red.
"So sorry, my love." The professor leaned in to give her wife a kiss. "There was an asshole in front of me driving way too slow and I couldn't get past him because the streets are slippery and I can't go fast."
"It's fine, it's fine. Just drive I'm gonna pee my pants." Which was the daily scenario whenever Sara picked her wife up from work. Tegan would rather wet her pants than go to the school's restroom.
"Are the restrooms that dirty?" Sara began driving. Tegan released a relieved sigh and began unbuttoning her coat. The car was well-heated; she hoped she wouldn't get sick.
"No, but I can't use any bathroom others use."
"Didn't you use the one in my office at university before?"
She decided to unbutton her trousers, too. Another relaxed sigh escaped her lips. "Yeah, but you clean that because you're a clean freak and you're worse than me when it comes to public bathrooms."
"True, true." Sara grinned, looking at her lover. "Oh, hi," Sara spoke to the belly that met her. "And how are they doing today?" She reached a hand to place over the swollen part of her wife's tummy. It had gotten so big all of a sudden. Almost thirteen weeks along, but it looked bigger and more protruding than usual. Perhaps because Tegan was bearing twins, which slowly began to show on her health and her body. Now Tegan seemed more exhausted, came back home to sleep for long hours and barely did her work, which was initiating some problems with her boss.
"Good," Tegan answered. "They enjoyed two big chicken sandwiches from the cafeteria and then a nice chocolate donut. A cup of coffee, only one. They hated that but mommy loved it so they had to put up with it."
"Fuck, you're so cute. I'll just park the car and fuck you right here."
"Hey, they're listening."
"We have to fuck when we get home."
"Glad to know talking about our babies turns you on, Ralph."
"Shut up, Martha." Tegan giggled, which was bad because laughing made her want to pee.
"Is that a new nickname?"
"Mhm, it's an old woman's name. A prude woman who makes casseroles and has five children; two named Ralph Junior and Ralph the Second, two girls she bosses around the house only cause they're girls, and a son who's a doctor so she has to tell all the people of their small neighborhood that he's a brilliant doctor and he got his looks from his grandfather."
"Sara, stop. I swear I can't laugh more than this." Sara laughed along as she parked the car in their garage. "Fuck I need to pee right now."
"Oh, and she only had sex like five times in order to conceive those children but hates sex that's why Ralph jerks off to porno magazines he has stolen from one of his secretly lesbian daughters."
"Somehow that's exactly what you do," Tegan said as she got out of the car.
"And you hate sex, so yeah…name works."
"I don't hate sex. I'm normal. It's just that you're a sex addict and I can't keep up."
Sara's laughter roared through the big house as she entered after wife. While her wife ran upstairs to reach the bathroom, she took time treading slowly inside the house. She switched on the heating system, took her scarf and jacket off to hang them near the front door. She walked to the kitchen and got the chicken wings outside of the fridge to defrost them before cooking them later. She had been making a lot of those lately but that's one of the only few things Tegan ate so she didn't care. She grabbed a glass of water and filled it then took a long chug to water her thirst.
When she walked upstairs, Tegan was already out of the bathroom, walking around in her creamy blouse and purple underwear. Sara walked inside the bathroom and closed the door.
The younger woman lit on the television in her room while she changed to comfortable sweats. Her feet were sore so she grabbed the foot cream from the nightstand and began rubbing as she watched the countdown of the top ten songs in Canada. She was glad it was the weekend. Finally…she could rest and do almost nothing. Honestly, she was beginning to hate her job. Sara told her it's the exhaustion and the fact it's her first year working that's making it harder for her, but every little situation faced her at work vexed her a little bit more.
"Today they knew I'm pregnant," she told Sara as soon as the professor left the bathroom with a wet face.
"Oh, how?"
She gave her the look that suggested asking such a question was way too unreasonable for a smart person like Sara. "I'm clearly pregnant. They thought I'm more than five months along." Sara was changing as her wife spoke, hands over her abdomen. "I told them I'm three months along but it's because I'm carrying twins. I shouldn't have worn a tight top but, like, I'm starting to show quickly," Tegan whined.
"What did they say?" Sara asked with a slight shake in her voice.
"Nothing, but my supervisor didn't seem happy. She asked about the due date and I told her at the end of April. She just sighed and nodded."
"They don't usually like it when their employees have to leave work, especially maternal leave. You know the fucked up system we have." Sara sighed and sat next to her wife. She took a long pause staring at the television, even though her last concerns were which song ranked number one in Canada at that moment. "And you're going to leave before the academic year ends so that might cause a problem for them."
"Yeah, but I have a substitute."
Sara shrugged. She wasn't quite sure whether she should share her whole thoughts with her wife regarding this situation. She didn't want Tegan to think she was stepping in her way, forcing her to do something she didn't want to do, choosing for her. Sara had learned from her mistakes and she was going to bite her tongue and shut up even when she thought that she had an advice. If Tegan didn't ask, Sara wasn't going to share.
"Stacy will drop Ella at seven by the way," Sara changed the subject. She was hinting her need to make love to her wife. "Umm…so."
Tegan understood. She laughed and nodded. Her butt moved back till she sat against the headboard of her bed. She motioned for her wife to come closer in a come-hither motion, facial features seductive and eyes narrowed, making the professor blush for the first time in ages.
"I'm not that aroused, by the way." Tegan unzipped her hoodie and threw it on the floor. "So you have some work to do." She removed her sweatpants and it went flying across the room to join the black hoodie. She got under the covers and giggled when Sara raised an eyebrow. "It's too…I mean, I don't want us to be exposed. Plus, it's cold."
"You'll choke me when I'm between your legs," Sara commented, removing the remaining clothes. She didn't throw the grey blazer and black trousers. She walked to the closet to hang them, which was not sexy for Tegan. It was amusing, however. Sara came back with a limited variety of sex toys they could use and some lube.
They were always eager to touch each other in the weekends because that was the only time they had. However, the previous weekend they couldn't have sex because Sara had an irritating checkup on Friday that made her feel uneasy and uncomfortable for the rest of the day. On Saturday she developed a fever, which worried her wife. It usually happened but Sara was in an extremely awful mood. On Sunday Tegan had the most terrible morning sickness. Sara asked if she should take her to the hospital, but Tegan preferred to lie down and close her eyes because the migraine that joined later made her despise herself, Sara, and their babies. On Monday Tegan went to work but came back after few hours. Sara was still not at university because she had late classes. She came back feeling ill, which made Sara take her to the hospital to make sure everything was alright. That was their daily routine mostly; if one was healthy, the other felt sick. It annoyed Tegan because it felt like a cycle; there was always one that felt bad or annoyed or sick or something. She hoped this weekend wouldn't be ruined, but both she and Sara knew the risk they had taken on Stacy might fire back. That's why Sara wanted to enjoy her wife's body before Stacy could arrive. They had a little time to spend privately and they chose this act.
They started off with kissing. It was slow and gentle. Sara was fully nude but her wife wasn't. Tegan giggled with every playful kiss Sara planted on her lips; when she bit the lower one, when she teased by pulling it, when she stroked her tongue and sucked on it. It was refreshing, it was arousing. They hid beneath the covers and Sara was on top. Her body kept moving up and down in an attempt to increase the heat and friction between her and the woman below. Tegan's hips were meeting her thrusts unconsciously and Tegan's hands reached for the full breasts lying above, she cupped both of them and kneaded, which made Sara moan as she kissed down her lover's jaw, slowly descending to her supple neck till she got further down until she bit on the skin that covered her upper chest. Tegan was fully aroused by then, but when one hand roamed lower on Sara's skin, brushed past the prickly mound and touched her slit, she noticed that Sara's arousal wasn't as strong as hers had become. Sara still needed some foreplay, still needed some touching, some seduction.
Sara pulled away and looked up at Tegan with eyes that sang lust. "I'm sorry, I can't control it. I'll get wet, I just need time."
"Sara, don't say sorry," Tegan said in a grave tone. "Babe, I know. Don't apologize for it." Tegan's digits were still there, teasing the small clit and playing with the folds in hopes to fully moisten her lover's cunt.
The older woman pulled the blanket down to reach for the harness and pink phallus. "I'll get wet while doing you." Her hands were a bit shaky and her body was full of goosebumps. Tegan reached a hand to help her with the harness while the other was still on her breast. "It's cold," Sara muttered.
"That's why it's better under the covers," said Tegan.
"I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable while I thrust." She looked down at the bump below her then back at Tegan's eyes.
"Don't…umm, lie above me. Like, try not to fully lie above me."
They resumed kissing as Sara positioned herself between her lover's legs. She added some lube on the head of the phallus and wiped the rest on the already saturated folds. Her lips touched Tegan's breasts and she kissed gently for a few seconds before Tegan pushed her face away. "Don't get near them, please." Tegan's request alarmed her wife. Sara looked up with narrowed eyes and lips ready to question and enquire. "I'm so sore," Tegan whined. "I actually cried because of that in the morning."
"Oh, honey, if you had told me, I would have given you a massage."
"No." Tegan shook her head. Sara's fingers were still there in her slit, rubbing slightly. "I don't want any touch right there. It hurts badly. I don't know what I might do when I start breastfeeding and it's sore all the time." She was starting to look up some information online. She felt that it would be a bit strange to be a breastfeeding mother when she had twins. On the internet some mothers shared their experiences, some breastfed for a few weeks; some never did; and some were okay breastfeeding two at the same time. She grew anxious reading all the new information that gave her a headache so Sara told her not to do that. They were going to read together from pregnancy books once she reached her fifth month. She knew why Sara chose the fifth month; she was still in denial when it came to her pregnancy. Something might still happen, Tegan was aware that's how Sara thought.
It didn't take long for Tegan to come and then it was her wife's turn to receive the pleasure she had been longing for since morning. Sara removed the harness and grabbed the dildo to suck on it. Tegan shook her head as laughter escaped her lips, muffled by her own hand.
"You'll never get used to this, eh?" Tegan still laughed and still shook her head.
"It's just funny." She got up and Sara lay down on the other side of the bed, throwing the covers away as sweat glistened on her alabaster skin. "Does it even have a nice taste?"
"The taste of paradise, my love." Sara winked, which actually added a rosy hue on her lover's cheeks. "Yours is."
"Okay, enough poetry." Tegan reached for the vibrator, pulling the blanket to cover herself with it while leaving Sara's body exposed. "What do you want?"
"Anything that will make me come." Sara's chest heaved up and went down with every breath she took. In fact, she looked flawless. Tegan wished she had enough time to love her more. Her skin looked soft and with one touch Tegan made sure it was actually that smooth and tender. Her breasts were beautiful, so beautiful. Tegan kissed them, licked her nipples and bit on each rosy nub till Sara moaned her name loudly. The hair between her legs was recently trimmed but not completely shaved and her clit looked as if it was begging for some attention. Tegan surfeited the hunger with a light touch before she used the vibrator to give her some gentle pleasure. She added two fingers and Sara shook with every small kiss and light graze until she reached her orgasm, completely satisfied.
They cuddled up in bed for about half an hour. Silence was their song. Tegan's head rested on Sara's chest and the melody of her heartbeat was soft, soothing, and mellow. Sara's hand rested on top of Tegan's belly, she rubbed up and down and thought about all the little things in her life: her work, her marriage, her friends, the pregnancy, the future, her mother's ignorance about the babies expected, the heart issue Tegan was going through, the past added some images as well as she thought of her own health before Tegan reminded her that they were supposed to get up and get dressed since Stacy was expected to arrive soon. Tegan was hungry, too.
They didn't have time to change the sheets after washing up and getting dressed quickly because Stacy called saying she needed a minute to be there. "Ella can't sleep on this bed, alright?" Sara remarked as she pulled up her yoga pants.
"We better change it before we sleep," Tegan said.
"Because you haven't slept on a bed you came on ever."
"Don't be disgusting." Just then they heard the ring of the bell, declaring the friend had arrived. "We'll argue about this later, we have a bigger issue right now."
Both women were blown away by the glamorous appearance of their friend. Nervously, the dark-haired woman turned around in her all black attire. Tegan's eyes were wide; the hazel globes were focused on the low cut jumpsuit the tall woman wore. It had an open back that uncovered all the small moles and freckles, it also had wide legs, and it was tight around the waist. Stacy also worse rose-gold high heels. The eyes were smoky and the lips were rosy nude. The hair was wavy. The overall look was sexy and classy, Tegan couldn't believe her eyes. Emy was going to love this, she thought.
Oh, Fuck, Emy was going to kill her. As soon as the realization hit her, she felt her stomach cramp with fear.
Sara, on the other hand, had a smirk on her face and an eyebrow high enough to reach the top of her head. "I forgot you have boobs," she remarked confidently with arms against her chest. "Your date is sure gonna get lucky tonight."
Tegan turned around with a deathly glare that made the older woman blush.
"Really?" The nurse questioned anxiously. "I don't look like a whore?" She looked at her daughter, distracted enough with the television in front of her eyes and the chocolate milk in her hand.
"You look neat," Tegan affirmed. "Your date is going to love it." Tegan hoped Emy would look as elegant and Stacy wouldn't repel her.
"Can't you at least give me a hint?" Stacy tried. "I'm not sure what to expect. Is she hot? Young? Old? What does she do for a living? A name?"
"No can do." Sara shook her head with a sly smile. "It's a blind date. Just ask for the table I booked using my name. She's probably already there before you." And that's because Emy had texted she was leaving the house fifteen minutes ago. "You better hurry up; you don't want to stand her up, do you?"
"Yeah, yeah, you're right." Stacy took a deep breath, looking at her daughter once again. She lowered her voice and said, "I know you're obsessed with sex but please, please, please try to control yourself tonight. Please don't curse or teach her something inappropriate. She's using bad words at kindergarten and her teachers think I'm a terrible mother."
"Do you hear that, Ralph?"
"Shut up, Martha."
"What the…?" Stacy shook her head. "Ugh. Anyway, she knows she's sleeping over here. If she asks anything, you know what you'll tell her, right?"
"Mummy needs a good night with a good friend." Sara winked.
"No." Stacy scowled. "Mummy has some work to do and she thought it would be fun to sleep over here." She grabbed her coat and purse again. "Plus, I'm pretty sure nothing will happen so don't get your hopes up. I have standards."
"Yeah, right." Once again, Sara's wife glared at her. "Martha," Sara whispered.
"Okay, Ralph and Martha, I have to go right now. Ella, babe, I'm going, okay? Sasa and Tegan are both here with you. You'll have fun together."
The daughter, as if she had been waiting to get rid of her mother for the past fifteen minutes, waved a quick goodbye with the straw in her mouth, sipping from the empty carton of milk, eyes heavily focused on the television.
"Okay, wow, I'm so loved." Stacy sarcastically stated. "She took her bath, Sara, so don't give her one."
"Just go." Sara huffed.
True, Sara and Tegan were both nervous. They both sat next to the phone, waiting for the expected call that was supposed to come any minute. Sara had to start cooking but she was too nervous to begin.
"You think she's going to hate us?" Sara asked
"They both will," answered Tegan.
"But why can't this end up right? They both want each other."
"I don't know. They didn't voice it, Sara. I mean…" Tegan huffed. "What if we made a terrible mistake?"
It was a nice bar that Stacy and Emy were supposed to meet at. It was mostly dark and had a cool aesthetic. Stacy thought it was full of young people when she came in. Half of it was full of tables and the other half was full of booths. Some people sat at the counter with their drinks in hands. Stacy was led to the table Sara had booked for her and for the mystery date only to realize the mystery woman was not so mysterious.
Sure, at first it was hard to tell who that was. A second glance made her gasp, causing the younger woman to gasp as well. Emy looked a bit awkward in her new haircut, but attractive enough to make bewildered Stacy stare for a long minute at the short hair and black dress that was simple, short and flowy. She looked like a child; a teenager. She only had eyeliner on the lower lids and mascara. Perhaps some pink lipstick covered her pouty lips, but Stacy could hardly see due to the dim lights in the area.
"Is this some kind of a joke?" Emy looked around, eyes already beginning to tear up as she tried to look for the hidden cameras and, perhaps, Ellen DeGeneres ready to laugh at her misery and turn it into comedy.
Stacy didn't even sit. She was too stunned to say something. "I can't believe they fucking went there."
"People are looking at us," Emy whispered. "Sit."
Stacy hesitated, but eventually sat. Eyes glaring at the younger woman, she said, "I didn't know it was going to be you."
The way she said it made Emy bite on her lower lip. When had she gotten that sensitive? She made a mental note not to speak to her best friend for days. She made a mental note to disappear from the world and bury herself inside her blankets, crying for hours.
"This date can't happen. I can't even sit…Gosh, I wasted my good makeup and clothes on this."
Emy forced her body to stay motionless, her face to remain blank. "What's so repulsive about me that you cannot sit for a second?"
"You're a kid," Stacy said. "The fact they actually thought just because I had a slight attraction to you, I'd actually want to go out with you is ridiculous. Maybe it's okay for Sara to be with someone that young but I'm not okay with it and it's disrespectful that she hadn't listened to my demands."
"Just go, Stacy." Emy was already drinking and she knew what she was going to do for the next few hours.
"I'm not going. I took all that time looking good, I might as well enjoy my time." It may have sparked up some type of hope in the younger woman's chest, but Stacy was already leaving the table so Emy didn't get to enjoy the tiny piece of hope lit inside. "I'll just get something to drink and enjoy the music. You can go if you want."
"I deserve a time on my own, too. I won't bother you." Stacy nodded and Emy's eyes followed her slim figure as it slowly walked away, heading towards the counter where she sat on a stool and began to chat with the barista.
Stacy was too furious to even call her friend. She thought she would deal with her in the early morning. She wanted to cry. She wanted to break down. Sara thought her emotions were okay to play with, how pathetic of her to fall for such a trap. She pushed her thoughts away with each drink she chugged down.
Sara eventually gave up on Stacy's angry call and went downstairs to start on the dinner her wife had been whining about for the past half an hour.
Tegan, on the other hand, sent a few text messages to Emy asking her how the date was going. Emy did not open the text messages and did not read them. Though Tegan was worried, she still made sure to spend some good time with Ella.
The kid wanted to show her how to get her hair done. Her mother had shown her a tutorial where the girl in the video had two side braids and so she braided her hair the next day. Ella wanted to show Tegan how it was done so they both could have braids.
"Can you braid?" Ella asked. She was sure that was what the hairdo called.
"Braid?" Tegan seemed confused, which kind of toyed with the toddler's confidence.
"Yeah?" She held strands of her hair. "You take this hair and put it in that hair and then take another."
"Ohhh, braiding your hair. Yes, I can." Ella clapped. "You want me to braid it?" Ella nodded with a grin. "Alright, come here."
"But, no. There's a video. A video on here." She pointed at Tegan's phone on the coffee table. "It has a girl braiding her hair. So nice."
"A tutorial?"
"A video." Ella sat on her knees, facing Tegan sitting on the navy blue couch.
"Okay, let me see." Tegan reached for her iPhone and looked up some tutorials. Ella was watching as she scrolled down only to gasp a second later. "What's wrong?"
"This one, this one, this one." She pointed at a video with a blonde woman who had two side braids. Tegan clicked on it, hoping it would be appropriate. "Mummy showed me this one."
"Oh, okay. Let's see."
Surprisingly enough, Tegan seemed impressed with the video that she began braiding her hair right after she was done with Ella, who was too satisfied with her hair she demanded Sara to come up and see. Tegan's hair had gotten rather long. It stopped beneath her shoulders, that was a first. The only time she allowed it to be that long was in her early university years. It had been coal black back then. She used to dye it every month. Now, her hair returned to its natural chestnut color, it was growing too quickly with the pregnancy. It seemed shaggy and disheveled, too. Now with the braids, she finally fancied it for the first time.
"Are babies gonna like it?" Ella asked, taking Tegan by surprise.
"Like what?"
"Our hair," the little girl said.
"Oh, yes, of course." Tegan laughed. "Want to feel them?" Ella nodded excitedly. The pregnant woman took the child's hand and put it above her swollen tummy. "Look, they're in there. Inside there."
"I can't feel anything," Ella said. "Are they gonna jump or talk?"
"No, they can't talk. In a few months we'll feel them jumping around."
"Won't that hurt?" Ella questioned.
"Oh, a bit. But I'm their mommy so it's fine."
Ella hummed, deeply thinking about whatever was there in her four-year-old brain. "Are we gonna braid their hair when they come?"
"Sure, if they like to have braided hair."
"I will marry both of them," Ella stated. "So the other won't feel bad." Ella stuttered when she talked, but Tegan could easily make up her sentences.
Tegan guffawed as the image was drawn inside her head. "Don't you think two is too many?"
"Huh?"
"Never mind." Tegan sighed in content. "What do you think we should name them?"
Ella hummed as she thought again. "The first one Stacy because it's mummy's name and I love mummy and the second one is Linda because it's my friend's name and I love her." Ella paused and then continued, "We can't name them Tegum because you are their mummy and we can't name them Sasa because she is their other mummy."
"What if they are boys?"
Ella's eyes opened widely, which made Tegan laugh some more.
"No, they are girls."
"Why are you sure they are girls?"
"Because I marry girls. Only girls."
"Oh." Smiled Tegan. "Why not boys?"
"I don't like boys," Ella simply said.
"Why not?" Tegan insisted. It was a mystery to her; how could a four-year-old know who to like and who not to like?
"They're not beautiful." Ella smiled. "They don't have nice hair and they don't smell pretty."
Just then Sara's footsteps climbing up the stairs were heard. Ella squealed, running across the room to meet Sara as she reached the top of the stairs. Tegan could hear Sara's reaction as she gasped in a playful surprise and amazement. Sara picked Ella up, kissing her cheeks.
"You're gorgeous."
"What about me?" Tegan said, pointing at her hair.
It made Sara giggle. "You're gorgeous too, my jealous little kitten." She kissed her wife as she sat down, the little girl on her lap. "Dinner's ready. Did you hear anything from Emy?" Tegan shook her head. "I'm worried."
"Jeremy tried to call, too. She didn't pick up." Sara bit her lower lip as anxiety began to make its self present in her guts. "We're screwed."
"Let's not think of it. Let's go down to eat," Sara said.
"I have to pee," Ella announced loudly, getting off Sara's lap.
"Okay," Sara said. "Go to the bathroom and call me when you're done."
Ella started to walk out but hesitated and turned around. "Which one?"
"Whichever you want." Ella seemed puzzled. "Go to the one you want to use." Ella nodded, running quickly outside of the spacious living room. "She's gonna use ours." Sighed Sara.
"Damn, I have to pee, too."
"Wait, I just wanna talk to you about something." Tegan sat down right after she stood up. "I kinda heard what you were talking about before I came."
"Yeah?"
"Don't." Tegan's eyes narrowed as she stared in utter confusion. "Don't ask her these questions, she doesn't understand them."
"Which questions?"
"Why she doesn't like boys."
"I just wanna know."
"Asking her like that will make her think that what she feels is wrong and that we're judging her. You don't have to question it." Tegan shrugged, frowning. "Don't get upset, I'm just saying. When I was five, I used to tell my dad that I will marry girls because they smell nice like my mum and it pissed him off, he kept interrogating me, trying to fix my point of view indirectly."
"Your dad's a homophobe, I'm not." Tegan rolled her eyes.
"Hey, don't be mad at me. It's just…it's a sensitive topic." The older woman put her hand on her lover's knee. "You should just accept that she knows she doesn't like boys."
"She's young. She can't…like have sexual attraction," Tegan commented.
"It's not about that. It's never about that. Not everyone needs a hot professor in short skirts to realize they're gay; some people just know." Sara's humor made her wife laugh, forgetting that she wanted to argue. "She's probably calling and I can't hear her. I should go."
She watched her sip one drink after the other, swaying her delicately curled hair from side to side, taking stealthy glances every now and then to make sure Emy was still on the same table. Emy's tears weren't gone, just firmly locked inside as she marveled at the beautiful woman flirting around with a man she didn't know.
Of course, she told herself. That's what straight women did. She didn't drink much because she was over-occupied with her spying and staring. She also watched Stacy's long fingers plunging inside her hair every few minutes, moving a few strands away from her face; her nails were short and dark burgundy in shade. Emy looked at her simple nails, some bitten from nerves, some longer than the others, no color was there. She looked at her feet; the sneakers she wore with the dress. Even if girls liked her tomboy side, they wouldn't like what she offered. Her confidence dwindled with each glance she took at sparkly Stacy.
Sara, Tegan, and Ella sat around the kitchen table consuming mushroom soup, chicken wings and the pomegranate and avocado salad that Sara had prepared. Sara helped the small child eat after she had made a mess, staining not only her face but her purple sweater and dark blue jeans.
"The food is great," Tegan said randomly as she chewed. "My babies love it." She smiled happily, which made her wife grin with a satisfied nod. "Look at you doing this so naturally. You were born to be a mom, I swear." Sara laughed.
"It takes some practice." Sara wiped Ella's face with a napkin. "We have to wash you up real good, Elle." Ella didn't even respond, she was so lost in her thoughts to focus. It always worried her mother, but it never did Sara because her wife was just the same most of the times; in constant act of pondering and thinking.
"By the way," Sara said, "I didn't get to ask, but how's your heartbeat today?"
Tegan nodded before answering. "Was good all morning until I got a bit angry at one of my students, it kind of increased but soon was okay." Sara sighed. "During umm…you know, I felt it increase, too."
"This worries me," Sara mumbled. The doctor said that wasn't abnormal; pain would be abnormal, shortness of breath and intense palpitations, too.
"It happened since ever," Tegan said. "Don't worry about it. We're only noticing because we know why it happens now."
As she watched from far away, Emy could distinctly see the older woman being annoyed with the guy standing near. Her body language didn't seem quite right, nor her facial expressions. Emy only knew that because she was sure when Stacy turned around to take a glance at her, she meant to ask for help with her dark blue eyes. Emy decided to get up. Though she seemed and felt awkward, she managed to take control of her trembling feet and walked towards the counter where Stacy was trying desperately to get rid of the guy.
"At least your number," the guy said. Emy wasn't able to know what had been going on, but she could tell the nurse felt more comfortable that she was finally near.
"No," Stacy's raspy voice surprised the younger woman. Her objection seemed sharp and furious.
"You're gorgeous," the man said. "I just want to see you again, it's not a big deal."
"I said no, thank you."
"You just flirted with me and now you're saying no, it didn't make sense."
"You asked me a couple of questions and I answered." Stacy looked at Emy, eyes ready to kill if looks could do that. "That's not flirting."
"Your body language said so."
Emy rolled her eyes. Obviously, Stacy wanted her to say something. "Leave her alone." Her voice was shaky, Stacy scowled and glared.
"Excuse me?" the man said. "Is anyone talking to you?"
"She's my date, leave her alone." The man almost scoffed, but Stacy quickly held onto Emy's arm, pulling her close. At that second, Emy could swear she felt affection for the first time in years, but she didn't want to get her hopes up.
"What the…" The man seemed confused.
"We had a little argument and I got up to get a drink then you came. You talked about work and I shared my knowledge…that's it. Get it already."
"Whatever." The man left, mumbling something underneath his breath, leaving both women with nothing but a heavy atmosphere hovering between them.
"I hate men." Stacy sighed. "I really do."
"You've been flirting with him for the past half an hour," Emy said, shrugging.
"No. I wasn't. Just because I smile at people and I'm nice doesn't mean I'm flirting."
"You? Nice?" Emy chuckled, rolling her eyes again.
"What's your problem?"
"Nothing." Emy cleared her throat. "I'm gonna go. Thanks for the date."
"Wait, wait." Yeah, she was waiting for that word actually, she wanted to hear that. She didn't know what could come after it, but she knew it's better than just leaving like that. "I…I can't drive. I shouldn't. I drank too much."
"I had a few glasses, too."
"You had like three, you can drive." Emy wanted to resist the smile that forced itself on her face but she couldn't. Stacy had been watching her all that time. "You have a car?" Stacy asked. Emy shook her head. "Can you use my car?"
Emy hesitated. She knew how to drive. She had learned recently. She was thinking of getting a car so she had been taking lessons. She still didn't have a license, however. "I don't have a driver's license."
"Tegan said something about you learning how to drive the other day, I thought…" Stacy got up, sighing. It surprised the younger woman that Stacy had been collecting information.
"I can drive you," Emy mastered the courage to finally say. "I know how to drive. I just didn't take the test yet." Her hands were shaking and she bet that her feet would be shaking once she got in the car and started driving.
Stacy consented and soon they were in dark streets as Emy drove slowly, following the directions of the fiery woman sitting next to her. Emy was sure her heartbeat could be heard in the silent dimness the same way Stacy's scent was vibrant and strong in the car. It was that of alcohol and a woman's expensive perfume. Once they reached the apartment complex Stacy described, Emy felt herself lost and cold, not knowing what to do next or what to say.
"Thank you," Stacy said. "How are you getting back?"
"I'll call an Uber." Emy had been thinking about it for the entire ride. Calling Jeremy would be too much at such a late hour; plus, she didn't want to break down in front of Jeremy because she knew he was Tegan's faithful messenger and she wanted to cook Tegan's punishment carefully and slowly.
"It's too late, get inside." Stacy got out of the car and opened the door for the younger woman, giving her a hand to hold. It left Emy speechless; Stacy was drunk! "Come on," whispered the older woman. "Nobody's home. Ella's at Sara's. We should talk."
No, that couldn't happen. She didn't want to have a break down in front of Stacy, not in front of her. Please, God, no.
She got out of the car anyway, and soon she was in the elevator, after that she was in the third floor, then she was in apartment seven, and seconds later she was sitting on the couch in Stacy's cozy living room.
"I'm sorry about tonight," Stacy said. She gave her guest a glass of water. Emy took it quickly, drinking half of it to refresh her dry throat. Stacy swallowed a pill and chugged water, too. "My head is killing me. I shouldn't have drunk that much." She joined the younger woman on the couch.
"Umm, I…I shouldn't be here."
"I acted rudely. I was shocked."
"You're drunk right now, that's why you're saying this."
"I'm not." Stacy chuckled. "I don't get drunk easily, trust me. I'm just more relaxed. I thought about it a lot." Stacy paused, smiling at nothing as she looked at her knees. "I do like you, but I'm scared…"
Emy didn't answer. Yeah, she liked her too but that was a trap…it was a trap.
"Do you like me?" Stacy asked. Emy nodded. "Would you like to kiss me?" She chuckled. "I feel like a kid, I haven't done this in ages…please, let me do it. Let me feel it."
Emy didn't know exactly what the woman was thinking but she didn't care at that moment because Stacy's touch was warm enough to make all rational thoughts disappear. Then they ended up in Stacy's bedroom with the lights off and clothes scattered. Stacy did not allow Emy's hand to roam and wander much before the older woman took full control, leaving her dazed and killing every sober thought in her head.
Sara came upstairs when Tegan texted her. She found Tegan lying on the living room's couch with Ella peacefully asleep on her stomach. "What's wrong?" Sara's hands were both wet as she had been trying to get the dishwasher to work for the past half an hour.
"Get her off of me," Tegan said. "I have to pee badly. I already have two things squeezing my bladder; I don't want a third one." Sara laughed, walking towards her grumpy wife to pick up the small child. "What have you been doing downstairs?"
"I think I broke the dishwasher. It's not working." Ella groaned when picked up, thumb in her mouth. "Shhh, it's just me, go back to sleep."
"No, you didn't. You're just dumb when it comes to technology and I have to teach you a hundred times for you to finally figure out how it works." Tegan got up, huffing exasperatedly as she walked out of the living room. "Take Ella to the guestroom and follow me."
"Yes, ma'am," Sara mumbled. "She's so bossy, isn't she?" Ella mumbled something incoherent in her half conscious state.
When Sara finally put her down in the middle of the mattress and put a blanket over her, Ella opened her eyes to find Sara's collar and tug at it. "No, no, no," she whined. "Don't go."
"Hey, you have to sleep. I have to sleep, too."
"No," Ella screeched. "Sleep with me." She started to cry.
Sara cursed under her breath, lying next to Ella as anger began to rise up in her system. Moments later, Tegan appeared at the door with the huge teddy bear in her arm. "Hey, Elle, look what I have." Ella looked up with narrowed eyes at the stuffed animal. She smiled and put her arms up. Tegan rested on the other side of the mattress, next to the teddy, which was put next to small Ella.
They both waited for Ella to go back to sleep. Both of them looked up at the ceiling, trying their best not to make any sound. While Tegan was thinking about the dishwasher and the probable mess she was going to find in the kitchen the next morning, Sara thought about persuading her wife to have sex with her once they were back in their bedroom.
It took Ella half an hour to finally close her eyes, holding the bear in her arms (or more likely the bear held her tiny frame in its arms). When the couple finally got to the bedroom, Sara had already planned her move towards what she had been marveling at.
Tegan lay in bed in the dark room. She yawned but didn't leave her phone. Sara lay next to her, sighing and huffing in hopes her wife would notice. Tegan was too busy watching Youtube videos and laughing along to notice.
"Hey, Tee?" Sara surrendered.
"Mhmmm?" Tegan paused the video, looking at her wife's concealed features.
"Have you ever thought about eating yourself out?" Tegan didn't answer immediately. Sara knew she was being judged silently, but her arousal was slowly killing her. "Like, you know, some men can give themselves blow jobs, but we can't just bend and eat our pussies."
"Do you want me to lick your cunt?" Tegan bluntly asked. If the lights were on, Sara's cherry face would be exposed, but thankfully they were off.
"Yeah," Sara said.
"Just say it." The younger woman guffawed. "You're so weird sometimes." Sara saw her wife getting up through the small light coming from outside of the bedroom. Their door was left open and the door of the room Ella was sleeping inside was also open, so they had to be very careful and quiet.
"I was just thinking about, like, eating myself out, like if that is a possibility, because honestly I'm so wet and I was just gonna fuck myself right here and I didn't think you'd actually say yes since you're so uptight all the time and prudish and…"
"Just shut the fuck up," whispered Tegan before kissing her wife with intense passion, making the woman hold tight onto her lover's soft arms, pinching the flesh there to rid the need of releasing any sounds.
Tegan removed the pajama pants and underwear in one swift movement, leaving the pieces of clothing on the other side of the mattress. Sara spread her legs widely, ready to be devoured. Finally, her need was going to be met.
However, Tegan took too long kissing and fondling her inner thighs, squeezing the heavy flesh and biting on it, making Sara's juices seep out of her cunt to wet the bed and declare their scent in the room. "You know," Sara said, "you're becoming such a tease that I regret teaching you my skills." Tegan pinched her right inner thigh, making her gasp. "Seriously, we don't wanna wake up the kid."
"Keep making small talk while I fuck you, it's so sexy," Tegan said sarcastically.
"That's not small talk, that's me telling you to fuck me already."
Their voices were hushed, yet they still feared Ella would come in and find them like that. Stacy would murder both…a worse type of murder than the one she was probably already planning because of what they had done today, Sara thought.
"Patience is a virtue." Tegan snorted, finally pecking the engorged clit. "I was thinking how nice it felt that you trimmed it down there. Your pussy looked so good this afternoon when we fucked."
"Who's making small talk now?"
"It's nice. It just shows we're that couple who fuck and talk about the laundry. So sexy."
"Oh my God," Sara whispered loudly. "Just eat me out already."
Tegan's tongue touched the swollen parts with a long stroke, making Sara's eyes close immediately; hands clutching the mattress; breath hitching. The first taste was too strong that Tegan had to close her eyes as well; the heady scent made her a bit queasy but she did not want to voice her discontent lest Sara feel ashamed and embarrassed. It was not Sara, it was all her and the way her body wasn't accepting any type of smells other than the bland scent of air.
She ignored her body's reaction and continued with her tongue movement, poking the engorged clit before taking it fully between her lips for a quick suck only to leave it as hastily as she could, making the woman lying underneath quiver. Both creamy thighs were held by Tegan's palms. She knew her underwear was welcoming the juices seeping out of her pussy. After a bit, the scent didn't bother her no more and therefore she could ravish and play with the wet pink folds, teasing the inner lips with her tongue, taking them inside her lips to suck, or flicking them to the side. She didn't lick Sara's clit even though Sara was dying for that part to be fully taken care of.
"My fucking clit," Sara squealed, closing her mouth with a hand. "Holy shit." Tegan's tongue found another direction. As one hand opened the delicate lips, her tongue found its way inside the moist cunt; the sweet wetness smeared her entire face and she enjoyed it. She attempted to tongue fuck her but that was easier to witness in porn, so after few seconds she dragged her tongue back to lap at the neglected clit, making Sara jump a bit, locking her head between two full thighs. "Right there," screamed Sara.
"Shhhh," Tegan's vibrations only made Sara scream. "You're gonna wake her up."
"Keep doing that. It's perfect." Sara was a mess beneath her mouth. She blew on the bundle of nerves until she took it again between full lips, sucking and licking, waiting for Sara's cum to fill her mouth, not caring that it might not suit her taste buds. "I'm coming, I'm coming," Sara announced, taking a full fist of Tegan's hair. Though it hurt her scalp, Tegan still laughed when the woman calmed down. "Holy shit," Sara said with wheezing lungs.
"It's my turn now," Tegan said. Not even having the patience to delay her need, she removed her pants and underwear as quickly as possible, lying on the other side of the bed. Sara's discarded clothes were beneath her legs so she kicked them away until they fell off the bed. "Oops." She giggled again as Sara mastered the courage to finally get up and sit between her spread legs. "You're not tired, are you?"
"You know how you get so sleepy and peaceful after a good orgasm?"
"Yeah, I know." Tegan giggled again. Sara thought about how Ella was going to wake up and walk to the room to find them in this position; she mentally prepared what she was going to tell Stacy when the friend attacked her with accusations. "But I can't sleep now because my clit is gonna burst."
It's true, her lover was a mess. One touch and Sara gasped at the amount of saturation. She wanted to joke about it, but didn't want to hurt Tegan's feelings. Tegan was more sensitive than her, especially now with the pregnancy. "Can I finger you?" Tegan was so wet; it probably felt nice being inside her. She craved giving her as good of an orgasm as the one she had just received.
"Yeah," Tegan said in a whiny tone as Sara's tongue was already licking her clit in a slow circular motion. "We picked the worst time to do this." They shared their thoughts and feelings through whispers but screams and moans were still audible enough to escape the opened door of their bedroom. It's like they couldn't get enough; while Sara fucked her lover with two fingers and kissed the small clit, she could feel herself getting aroused again, in need for more touching.
"I'm getting horny again," Sara said. "Is that good?"
"I need to pee," Tegan said.
"You're kidding." Laughter rang in the room.
"Oh…oh, no…no…shit…stop." Tegan shuddered as Sara's digits went faster. "Seriously, if I don't pee, I'll pee in your face."
Sara pulled out laughing. "Okay, go."
Tegan got up and ran to the bathroom. It only took her a couple of minutes until she came back shivering from the cold, her fully covered upper half contrasted with her entirely nude bottom one. "The water is freezing."
"Why did you wash your vagina?" Sara asked. "You ruined all the work for me."
"I'm not gonna let you eat me out with piss in there," Tegan said, getting back in the same position she was in. "I'm still wet. There's a river flowing inside there. I bet if researchers found it, it'll be classified as a new river that should be added on the maps of the world."
"Okay, back to the rambling and sex." Sara was already back pleasing her wife. "I guess we can't fuck silently anymore."
"It's less boring when we…oh, shit…right there. Yeah…"
"You think our sex is boring?" Sara thrust hard and fast. She curled her digits inside and licked her wife's cunt between every sentence.
"It's not. I love our sex." Tegan moaned, sitting up. "Holy shit, this is good." She closed her eyes and curled her toes. "It's just that…when we're quiet I think about every little thing." She reached for Sara's hair to take a handful in her hand. "I smell so bad," she commented.
"It's intoxicating." Sara grabbed her hand instead because she didn't want her hair to be pulled. "Damn, your insides are so silky."
"I'm coming, shut up." That one sentence was loud enough to make the sleeping toddler in the next room wake up, Sara thought. She felt sure the girl was going to come inside any minute now. She waited for the younger woman to ride out her orgasm until she looked back at the door. No one was there. Good.
Now there was another problem; she craved more sex and in different ways. She knew she couldn't sleep if she didn't have something inside. She was about to jump over her wife and embrace her with kisses. She attempted to do it only for Tegan to push her away.
"Your face smells like my cunt."
"I need to ride you…" She was already getting out of bed to get the essential object in order to fulfill her fantasy. "I don't know what's going on with me, but if I don't sit on that dildo now, I won't sleep."
"Are you sure you can do that?" Tegan didn't mind doing anything at that moment. The desire to sleep was long gone. "We haven't ever tried it like that…with you…I mean, only back then." Memory appeared in Tegan's eyes; the recollections of her lover's lustful body heaving up and falling down. She could clearly see Sara's teeth biting her shoulder, she could feel it. She remembered that day clearly as if it was only a day ago not years ago.
"I know I can." Sara helped her wife strap the harness around her hips. She chose the phallus she had purchased solely for her use. They used it only once. Tegan made love to her as she topped her; they shared kisses and caresses as they did it. Now, she felt the deep desire to fuck herself on that object as she looked into her lover's eyes. "Are you tired, though?"
"I'm good." Tegan said, looking down as Sara's hand rubbed some lube all over the lengthy phallus. She took a deep breath when Sara straddled her, both hands on her shoulders. She looked at Sara's eyes, waiting for them to close, waiting for the hitch of a breath and the soft air to come out of her mouth as soon as she got the length inside her welcoming core. Instead, she got a squeeze on her shoulder and saw a scrunched up face. She looked down to watch the dildo slowly disappear inside her wife's pussy; a scene that made her own breath get caught instead.
"This is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," Tegan commented, reaching for the engorged clit to give it the attention it needed. Sara hugged her, kissing her passionately as soon as the toy was buried deep inside her. Tegan moaned through the kiss, feeling Sara rock her body right above her sensitive clit.
"This is by far my favorite position," Sara whispered when she pulled away from the kiss, body beginning to hop on the fake dick.
"Yeah, that's because you're not a lesbian," Tegan teased.
"Shut up." Sara guffawed. "Man, this feels so good. Keep rubbing my clit."
"Hmm, wouldn't it be so adorable if Ella comes in to find you jumping right on me?"
"She'll think we're playing horsey or something." Sara's body jumped up and down in a quick motion, her breathing was heavy and hot as it hit her wife's face.
Tegan's eyes were glued on the swaying breasts tucked inside Sara's white shirt. She imagined how they'd look like without any shield; therefore, she pulled the shirt above to enjoy the scenery.
"Shit," Sara squealed when Tegan's finger pinched her nipple. "Suck it," she said, pulling her head back.
Tegan watched the flow of sweat as it collected between both mounds. She took the right one in her mouth and sucked, earning a breathy scream from Sara. Tegan opened her eyes to see if the child stood there at the door and exposed their lecherous deeds. Nobody was there, she closed her eyes again to enjoy the feeling Sara was sending to her own clit as she fucked herself right above it.
Sara's hands were both clawing the younger woman's shoulder. She looked down every few seconds to see if she was giving any type of discomfort to the babies sheltered right above Tegan's mound. She tried her best not to push too hard on her wife. Tegan didn't seem bothered as her eyes were full of lust and desire.
"Hey, didn't your breasts hurt like…at the beginning when we uh…got back together? You were kinda sensitive…"
"They still do," Sara said. "I just don't care because it feels good when you play with them." Sara smiled at her wife once the younger woman took the left one in her mouth. The pleasure was building up slowly as she felt every nerve in her body gradually light up. She knew reaching her climax was going to get some type of a scream out of her and so she used Tegan's skin to conceal her cries once the orgasm built up and took over her entire body.
Tegan groaned as Sara's teeth bit her skin again. She didn't realize she was moving her body to increase the feeling in her clit until Sara stopped moving. "Okay, stop. I need to pull out." Sara chuckled. "Shit, this is gonna be hard."
"Want me to turn around and top you so you can?" Sara shook her head. She didn't want to feel some pain inside and didn't want Tegan to make any wrong move that might hurt her or the babies.
"Okay, look, I might bleed after this because so much friction happened so don't get scared." Tegan nodded. "It might hurt pulling out so…" Sara took a deep breath, slowly pulling herself up to take a hold of the drenched phallus. "Shit, that's a mess." She sat up more until she could fully remove the toy. "That's not bad."
"Suck on it," Tegan whispered huskily.
"What?"
"Do it, you know you love it?" Sara prayed to God Ella wouldn't come in right in that moment she obeyed Tegan's order and gave the fake cock a blow job. Tegan seemed to have enjoyed it as her hips kept arching while Sara performed what she was asked to do.
As soon as Sara removed the harness, Tegan grabbed Sara's ass from behind and positioned herself between her wife's thigh, rocking her body on the warm skin. "Don't move, I'm almost there."
"Wow!" Sara was speechless as she watched her wife ride her thigh to reach for her orgasm, which soon happened, making Tegan push her head back and laugh at her own self. "That's…interesting."
"Don't fucking judge."
"I'm not saying anything." Sara looked down at her wet thigh. "That river of yours should be named."
"Fuck you," Tegan mumbled, a dopey smile stretched across her face.
"I think you just did." Sara winked, already getting out of bed. "Time to clean up and shower, little girl."
"Don't call me that," Tegan whined. Sara leaned in to kiss her wife's ruddy cheek; she thought her wife was the cutest human being she had ever encountered.