Date: Tue, 15 Feb 2011 11:32:55 -0800 From: Fantasy Fling Subject: Tanisha's Awakening (Chapters Seven - Ten) This story is Copyright 2011 Tripartite Alliance. Please direct all responses to tripartitealliance@gmail.com Feedback and constructive criticism welcome. All characters portrayed in this story are completely fictional. No resemblance to actual people or events is intended or implied. All characters in this story are of legal age at the time the story is set. Some backstory indicates pre-consensual age experimentation and awakening by one character. This is simply consistent with that character's development and should not be construed beyond this. The author makes no claims of accuracy or personal knowledge of any sort regarding these characters. They do not exist, therefore such knowledge likewise does not exist. Opinions expressed by the characters are those of the character. The author makes no such judgments. This work contains depictions of lesbianism, consensual sex between women in their late thirties and young women in their late teens (18 - 19) and interracial lesbian activity and interests. It also contains a depiction of incestuous relationships between two pairs of characters. If any of the above is offensive to you, or illegal in your location, then please leave immediately. This story is created exclusively for the use of Nifty.org and may not be reproduced, in whole or in part, on any other site or in any other medium. All Rights Reserved. Thank you to everyone who has written warm words of appreciation and support. They are warmly reciprocated. I feel a need to add a small comment here. Fictional characters sometimes take on a life of their own. They may appear in dreams or they may stage a "coup de tat" from inside the pages of their story and begin to direct events, often defying the best laid plans of authors. So it has become with Tanisha, Casey and Lynn. This story is now in their hands, I am simply privileged to tell it. Please continue to enjoy! Love, Fantasy *************************************************************************************************** Tanisha spent a lazy Saturday with Lynn and Casey. After making love, the three girls stayed in bed until hunger drove them to get up in search of breakfast. At first, all three were more interested in trading kisses, sneaking fondles and covert tickling than in actually getting dressed. However, the air in the dorm room carried the chill of an early spring morning, and while this made nipples tantalizingly hard, it also raised gooseflesh on arms and legs and eventually, following a shower, panties, bra, jeans, t-shirts, blouse and shoes were donned. During this process however, the girls had a chance for a good look at each other, in the flesh as it were, in the morning light. Tanisha saw again Casey's thin, almost boyish figure, with her small breasts and hips more narrow than those of either of her girlfriends. Her ass appeared compact, and a bit flat from behind, although both of the other girls enjoyed squeezing and fondling it. Her short, dark hair over a narrow face and sharp chin, again gave Tanisha the impression she was looking at a very pretty boy. A pretty boy with firm breasts and a tight, eternally wet, little pussy, she added to herself. Casey kept her pubic hair trimmed to just a tuft above her mons, leaving bare sensitive skin for exploration by the tongues of eager girlfriends. The jewelry in her ears varied, mainly by mood although sometimes by occasion, and consisted today of several small rings, and several colored stone studs, with one "skull and crossbones" stud to complete the collection. Lynn was still slender, but more curvy and girlish than Casey. Her hips flared gracefully above pretty legs, and she had curve to her backside. Tanisha had enjoyed fondling and had done just a bit of gnawing on that round ass and she liked it very well. Lynn also trimmed herself, but kept more of a fuzz of blonde hair around her pussy – a fuzz that this morning looked matted with dried and semi-dried juices. Lynn's breasts were larger than Casey's by at least a cup size and several inches and likewise softer, although her nipples responded just as sensitively to Tanisha's and Casey's tongues and lips. Her face was also more rounded, although she had a firm jawline, with lush lips that loved to smile; to laugh; to murmur during lovemaking and to gasp during orgasm. Her large blue eyes completed the face of a lovely young woman. Looking at Tanisha, Casey and Lynn saw a beautiful black woman with a medium brown complexion. Her skin tone seemed to radiate warmth with its rich, earthy color. Tanisha's hips were broader and her ass more rounded than those of either of her girlfriends – the blessing of a long heritage of lovely women. Until now, she'd never considered trimming, or shaving her pussy any more than to keep its dark curls inside her swimsuit and the thong panties she favored. Well toned, athletic muscle added lushness to her curves. She was not overly tall, nor short, but stood around 5' 7" – Casey (shortest of the three) managed to top her lips with her forehead, while Lynn only needed tilt her head slightly upward to receive a kiss from Tanisha. The black girl carried the breasts to go with her frame, and nice, medium sized, chocolate toned aerolas surrounded her nipples, which stood out like pencil erasers in the chilly air of the room. Her features appeared, perhaps, more defined – not quite "chiseled" – but her cheekbones certainly had more definition than those of either Casey or Lynn – and this created a pleasing contrast with generous, soft lips that neither girl could resist kissing. Large, dark, expressive eyes under straightened, shoulder length hair finished the picture. The girls crowded into the room's small shower – Branson Hall was actually the first dorm on campus to provide individual bathrooms to its residents – and spent the next half hour, fumbling, feeling, sudsing, giggling, and kissing in an attempt to clean off the sweat and stickiness from the night before. Afterward, they toweled and dressed hurriedly to get warmed from the chilly air. "Where do we want to eat?" Tanisha asked as they stepped out the door. "I have to work this afternoon, but I want to come back." "When are you working?" Lynn queried. "We wanted to show you Tri-Delt House today." "From one to close," Tanisha replied, "so I'll be working until around 5:30 or so." "Where do you work?" asked Casey. "Ever hear of the "Fruit of the Rose"?" Tanisha asked her. "You mean that odd little bookstore over down the end of South Main?" "That would be it." "I've never been in there, it looks strange." "It is strange," Tanisha told her, "and the owner keeps some weird and some cool stuff in there, but it's a job and it pays." "I hear you there," Casey told her. "Work-study isn't so bad, but it doesn't pay worth a damn." "So," Tanisha re-offered her original question, "where to?" The girls walked down the hallway to the elevator, holding hands with fingers interlaced. This was, of course, the "normal" sign of people in a relationship although most eyes were accustomed to seeing couples, rather than trios, doing so. They passed several open doors – girls getting out on various personal errands. "Pssst!" Casey hissed quietly. "Look to your left Tanisha!" Tanisha complied and her eyes widened briefly. Standing with her back to the hallway in the full view of her open door, wearing a mini-skirt and – all three girls could see – a sheer, black lace thong, a shapely girl stood bent over, adjusting a shoelace. All three girls gave sudden and – they hoped silent – inhalation. The young woman straightened up, and either not noticing or pretending not to notice her audience, walked over to a nightstand. Tanisha caught a glimpse of long, straight black hair and shapely hips nicely accented by the skirt. "Oh ... my ... god ..." breathed Casey after they reached the elevators. "Did you see that?" Tanisha and Lynn both exhaled as though they were only realizing that they'd been holding their breath. "Who was that?" Tanisha wanted to know. Lynn cast a glance back over her shoulder and whispered into her ear as the elevator opened and they entered. "That," her voice carried a breathy note, "is Miko. She's Shannon's girlfriend – remember the girl on monitor last night?" "You mean the girl who was fucking in the lounge?" "That's Shannon." "But she wasn't fucking her." Tanisha protested. "I know," Lynn replied. "Remember we told you, Shannon has had just about every girl in the dorm?" "But her girlfriend looks like that?" Tanisha asked. "No complaints I hope," Casey broke in. "Yes, Miko looks like that." She grinned. "I told you she's hot and there she was. Sorry I made you look?" "Not at all," Tanisha grinned. "Are you going to be upset if I say I'm going to be horny all day now?" "Not if Lynn and I get take care of it for you this evening" Casey replied and Lynn nodded. "You will," Tanisha assured her. They debarked from the elevator and turned left to exit the dorm. As they passed outside through the main doors – still holding hands – the three girls noted a red-eyed Shannon blearily taking her leave from the oncoming dorm monitor. Her companion from the night before waited near the elevators. "You mean Miko lets Shannon fuck whomever she wants?" Tanisha asked after the doors closed behind them. "That's right," Casey told her. "But don't be fooled. Miko's more picky than Shannon, but she gets her share of other girls too – pretty much anyone she wants. Miko's also President of Tri-Delt." "... and that means she gets a lot of girls?" Tanisha asked. "Pretty much anyone she wants," Lynn told her. "Would you turn Miko down?" "Honestly?" Tanisha had to think about this. "I don't know if I'd have the willpower." "I didn't have the willpower to say "no" to her," Lynn told her. "... and Casey and I have both fucked Shannon - singly and together." "I guessed that last part," Tanisha responded, "but you've fucked Miko?" "Yes," Lynn smiled. "Why does a girl like that sleep around so much?" Tanisha wondered. "Better yet, why does she let her girlfriend get away with it?" "I think she's rebelling against her father," Casey said. "There's a lot there we don't know about. Her family moved to Tokyo last year, but Miko stayed here." "So?" that didn't seem too strange to Tanisha. "She told me she's never going to visit, or live in, Japan." Casey explained. "Period, end of story, have a nice day. She wouldn't say why." "I thought you said you know her?" Tanisha asked. "We do," Casey returned, she's our sorority president, "but she's also an intensely private person. I'd bet only Shannon knows anything about her situation and she does know when to keep her mouth shut." "When it's not between someone's legs?" "That would be the time," Casey and Lynn both laughed. The girls piled into Tanisha's Toyota and she warmed up the engine for a few minutes and wiped down the condensation from the outsides of windows and back windshield before getting in, buckling up, and letting the car into reverse, then into first and so on, shifting up as she went. "You drive a stick?" Casey looked at her. All of her friends – those who had cars – drove automatics. "That's right," Tanisha nodded. "Your girlfriend drives a real car." "But why," Casey wanted to know. "Isn't it harder to drive?" "Not once you're used to it," Tanisha laughed. "It's sort of like kissing you, to me. Once I'd been with you, there was the end of any question. But if you really want to know, I like the five extra miles per gallon I get and the better control and safer handling I get from a five speed." "No joke?" Lynn interjected. "That's why you got it?" "No," Tanisha smiled. "I got this car because this is what we – my Mom and I – could afford. It's nine years old. I learned to drive stick because, well, it's a stick. Now, I won't drive anything else – especially my mom's car because mine is so much better." "But you can't do things like this," Casey slid her hand into Tanisha's crotch and massaged her through the fabric of her jeans. "Yes I can," Tanisha returned the favor and grinned at her girlfriend. "Just between stoplights, please. Is IHOP ok with both of you?" Neither Lynn nor Casey had the slightest problem with the pancake house as source of breakfast. While Tanisha negotiated the Saturday traffic, the three girls started to make plans for the upcoming week and weekend. Their class schedules intersected at some points – the English Lit class Tanisha and Lynn shared – and ran completely cross purposes at others. The fact that Tanisha spent most afternoons working at the Rose and Compass also chafed a bit, but Casey spent most of those same hours at work study. Lynn was the only girl of the three who didn't rely on a job for both essential and spending money, since her father paid what scholarships and loans could not. Eventually, a general plan for the week took shape over breakfast. Tuesdays and Thursdays appeared simplest since Lynn and Tanisha both finished those days with Lit. Tanisha then had about three hours before she was due at work. Casey had work study Tuesdays, but could join them Thursdays, and of course, after work, Tanisha expected to meet her girlfriends. "It's almost like we have a date, every day," was Lynn's comment. "We do have a date every day," Casey laughed, "just sometimes it's going to be a big study date and sometimes it's going to be a "something else" date, and sometimes it's going to be a "we can't get enough of each other" date." "You're right," Lynn conceded, "but Tanisha will be spending a lot of nights with us. You were right, Casey, I wish she could just move in." "I'm going to check with the dorm seniors, but it'll probably be next semester before than can happen," Casey replied through a mouthful of omelet. "Meanwhile, you can stay over pretty much as many nights as you want." "I'll have to get some things from home," Tanisha mused. "You don't seem so thrilled," Casey offered. "Going home – I'll have to anyway – means confronting my mother," Tanisha explained, "and that means whatever it may mean. At least I don't have to worry about homophobic parents kicking me out. On the other hand, I don't know how I feel about that cougar girlfriend of hers, or about the fact that my Mom is fucking a girl who's younger than us." Lynn looked around sharply to make certain the waitress was not in earshot. Thankfully the nearest other patrons sat a couple of tables away and Tanisha was speaking in a very soft voice. "What're you worried about?" Tanisha asked her. "The waitress," Lynn explained, "Margie." "What about her?" "She's a Tri-Delt. She's also the biggest gossip and drama queen you can imagine." "So?" Tanisha cocked an eyebrow at her. "It'll be embarrassing as all hell if someone you don't know, or don't like, starts talking about you. Oh, and please, don't ever fuck Margie. If that happens, nobody will ever hear the end of it." "Why doesn't the sorority get rid of her?" "Three reasons: First, she's graduating cum laude next year. No sorority willingly kicks out an honors student. Second, she pays her dues. Third, she's an elected officer. Gossip and drama are a part of being gay, I'm afraid." Lynn's expression managed to look both wry and resigned at the same time. "So we have the week worked out," Tanisha indicated a page of notes on the table between the three girls. "What is this you want to do Friday, Casey?" "I want to go visit my Mom and sister," the boyish brunette explained. "Lynn and I usually go one a month, or every six weeks, for a weekend." "Ok," Tanisha smiled awkwardly. "So this time it's bring your new girlfriend home to meet the family?" "You've got it," Casey grinned at her. "What am I letting myself in for?" Tanisha wondered aloud. "Pretty much what you see right now," Lynn giggled. "Oh? Do tell?" "When you see Casey's Mom and sister, you'll swear you're seeing triple," Lynn smiled sweetly at Casey, who stuck out her tongue. "Seeing triple," Tanisha looked at her. "They're all the same height, give or take an inch, same hair, unless Dani and Cherie have changed theirs, and dress the same." "You mean ...?" "Don't say it Lynn," Casey groaned. "Rubbly a double, doubly dub-dub; three little butches all in a tub; let's hope they all don't want to fight; because they all look exactly alike." "You mean to tell me that ..." "Dani – Casey's mom – is as dykie as a dyke gets and Cherie – her sister is just the same. Casey's a "cookie cutter" lesbian in her family." "I remember you telling me about Cherie," Tanisha ventured quietly. "Is your mom as ... adventurous ... as you?" "Uh ... you'll have to ask Lynn," Casey whispered. "Oh?" "I fuck my sister sometimes, not my mother, but Lynn's fucked them both." "You said you share Cherie," Tanisha remembered. "Is that something to which, I have to look forward?" "I honestly don't know," Casey replied. "Would you want to share a pair of sisters? I mean ... we're so new and all ... I didn't really take time to think ..." "I think I'd like to play that one by ear," Tanisha smiled serenely, "or tongue as the case may be." "I'll bet ..." Lynn giggled and Casey shot her wide eyes as Margie walked over. "Is everything ok, sisters," she asked sweetly. Tanisha sized the waitress up with a glance. Margie's figure was more full and rounded than any of the three – likely she enjoyed her employee lunches – and with larger breasts. She appeared very sexy to the casual eye. She wore her blonde hair in ringlets down to her jawline. "Everything's great, Margie is it?" Tanisha smiled back. "Yes and these two reprobates you've thrown in with both know me," Margie's voice carried a soft, North Georgia lilt that did nothing but add to her charm. "Will you be joining us at the house?" "I just may at that," Tanisha replied evenly. "Talk was all up and down the hall about you three last night," Margie told them. "You had Shannon all goggle eyed." She winked at Tanisha. "Shannon will be Shannon," Lynn shrugged. "I don't suppose it had anything to do with why Miko spent the night?" "Not with us, she didn't," Casey informed her. "She was in Tabby's room this morning. Chances are she just wanted a little freshman pledge fun." "Yeah," Margie looked disappointed. "I don't recall you turning down either Miko or Shannon," Lynn said sweetly. "Would you?" "I didn't and that's a fact," Lynn smiled again. "We have to get going now, good seeing you." The three girls paid their tab and left the tip for Margie. They walked out and settled back into Tanisha's car. Lynn and Casey both looked smug. After getting back onto the main road, Tanisha turned to the girls. "Ok," she asked. "Who, of you two catty little dykes, ate the canary?" "Margie has seen all and knows nothing," Casey and Lynn collapsed into hysterical laughter. "Except that we're together and Miko spent the night in a freshman's room." "Ok," Tanisha glanced over at Lynn in the front passenger seat. "This, I take it, isn't a bad thing?" "All she can really talk about is Miko," Casey explained, "Miko can shut her up anytime she likes, and Miko fucking a freshman isn't news." "She winked at me," Tanisha pointed out. "She did," Lynn told her, "because right now she wishes she was us. Margie fucks around more than Shannon because she can't keep a girlfriend around." "No?" "Lover," Casey put in, "Margie's worse than a fifteen year-old boy at "kiss and tell." She may meet someone new, but she drives them off in a week." "I see," Tanisha looked over at one girlfriend, and in the rearview mirror at the other. "I can see what you're thinking," Lynn told her, "and the answer is "no." Neither Casey, nor I have ever slept with Margie. Nor will that happen." "Not even at a party at the house?" Tanisha wanted to know. "Not even through two and a half years of parties at the house," Casey replied. "Where are we heading by the way?" She noticed that Tanisha had turned on "the Five" and that the three girls now headed northward. "Chehalis," Tanisha told her. "Your Mom's place?" Lynn asked. "That's right," Tanisha affirmed. "I have to get some things for this weekend and this week, plus my books and net book, and I'd rather do it before work than after, if you girls don't mind?" "Not at all," Casey grinned. "So we get to play, "girlfriends, meet Mom," and "Mom, these are my girlfriends."" "Exactly," Tanisha replied. "We're making this a real relationship; we might as well start announcing it to our folks." "Do you want to get enough of your things to, you know," Lynn seemed eager, yet a bit uncomfortable, "stay a while?" "What's "a while?"" Tanisha asked her. "Well," Lynn hesitated. "Until next semester, at least?" she blurted out. "How about we see what you think after two weeks?" Tanisha asked. "You're the one who's talking about making this real," Lynn pointed out. "Yes, I am." "Well, I want a real commitment from you too," the blonde girl spoke up. "You and Casey are making grand plans to introduce you to her mom, and us to your mom, but when do I get to introduce you both to my parents?" "I didn't know Casey hadn't met them?" "No! She hasn't," Lynn blinked her eyes, trying to fight back sudden tears. "They stay away. I go visit them, but if I want to talk about Casey; then my Mom changes the topic. On Coming Out Day back in 2009, I came out to the whole school and nobody from my family was here to see it." "I thought your Dad supports you?" "He does," Lynn admitted. "But it's a big hush with the rest of the family and he can only talk to me about my life when we're alone." "I thought he told Casey to change her name?" "He did," Lynn replied, "about four months ago when he was here visiting us." "He likes me," Casey added. "I'm like a son to him," she grinned. "Yeah, but you're not like a daughter to my Mom," Lynn said quietly. "I'm sorry. I just had to get that out." "It's ok," Tanisha told her. "That's why we're here for each other." She took a right turn off the exit and then a left into the park where she'd grown up. "Here it is girls," she announced. "It's not much and not rich, but it's been home." She pulled up beside her mother's Buick in the car park. The three girls piled out. The double-wide where Tanisha had spent her childhood loomed before them. It's added on wooden porch seemed at once welcoming and forbidding to the black girl. The trailer looked very much like a small, "rambler" styled house. The skirting that ran around its actual bottom edge to create an enclosed crawl space between the floor and the ground, matched the pale, olive green of it aluminum siding exactly. This gave a convincing illusion of solidity. Tanisha had grown up with this illusion, and now she realized, several others. It was time for the next taste of reality in her life. "C'mon girls," she waved Casey and Lynn in as she started up the stairs. Laresha, Joyce, and Tammy had just sat down to a late breakfast when the front door opened. Laresha looked up to see Tanisha letting herself in, and admitting two other girls. She guessed that these must be school friends, although Tanisha had never mentioned any friends close enough to bring home. Laresha had to admit that the short, boyish brunette certainly looked cute ... "Hi mom," Tanisha walked up and hugged her mother. "Would you and your friends like some breakfast?" Laresha asked. "No thanks," Tanisha smiled. "We just had IHOP." "Oh, alright then." "Mom," Tanisha waved her girlfriends forward. "I'd like you to meet Casey," she indicated the short-haired, boyish brunette Laresha had just admired, "and Lynn," her hand, palm upward, moved to indicate the pretty blonde girl. Tanisha quickly sized up the room. The adult red head wore a pleasant expression. Tanisha was certain, however, she'd seen a flicker of naked hostility flash through the daughter's green eyes. Tammy ... that was her name ... she was Tammy Tripp. Tanisha recalled her from grade school. "It's a pleasure to meet you girls," Laresha was saying, smiling broadly, "I've been hoping Tanisha would make some good friends at school." "Mom," Tanisha interrupted. "Yes dear?" Laresha lifted an eyebrow. "I sort of hate to say it this way, while you're having breakfast, but ..." "Go ahead Tanisha," Laresha gently prompted her. "I think I know where you're taking this." "Ok Mom," Tanisha tried to blink back a couple of errant tears. Why was this so hard? "I want you to know that I'm gay." Laresha blinked. "These are my girlfriends." Tammy gave Casey a naked glare; Tanisha noticed from the corner of her eye. "Well, I must admit you're forthright as ever ..." "Yes, Mother, I am." "I need to confess something to you too, honey," Laresha managed. "I know Mom," Tanisha told her. "I saw you Friday afternoon." "You did?" "She came in while we were in bed," Tammy supplied. "I was shocked she didn't have her hands down her pants, she watched us so long." "That's probably why she was so horny when she got to our place," Casey told her sweetly. Tammy's mouth shut with an audible click of teeth. "Well, these are my girlfriends," Laresha gestured across the table. "This is Joyce Tripp ..." Tanisha shook hands and, no dummy, caught the appraising look in the ginger haired woman's eyes, "...and ..." "Tammy Tripp," Tanisha finished for her. "I remember you from school." "Oh honey ..." Laresha stood and looked at her daughter helplessly. "It's ok Mom, really," Tanisha embraced her. "It's better now we're both out to each other." "Yes, Honey," her mother replied, returning the hug. "It is better. I've wanted to tell you but ..." "It's ok Mom, really, it is." "Will you girls be staying long?" Laresha asked. "I could put on some lunch ..." "Thanks, but no," Tanisha shook her head. "I came to get some things and then I have to drop them off and get to work on time. I'm planning to stay with Casey and Lynn this weekend and most of the week." "I understand Tanisha," Laresha smiled a slightly sad smile. "Then next weekend, we're going down to Portland," Tanisha smiled. "Casey wants me to meet her Mom and sister." "Make sure you pack some nice things then." "I will." They visited for a while longer and then Lynn and Casey helped Tanisha pack up clothes, net book, books, and other necessities. They could hear the three women in the kitchen whispering and then the front door shut with a "bang!" Lynn, on her way back from a trip to the car, reported that Tammy had left. "You should have seen her face," Lynn whispered conspiratorially. "She is pissed off! I think someone is very jealous, girls." "Why the hell is she jealous?" Casey wanted to know. "She's fucking Tanisha's Mom, for god's sake, isn't she happy enough?" "Tammy's been around me as long as I can recall," Tanisha nodded to her and finished closing up an overnight bag. "I wonder if she's been crushing on me all these years, and I just didn't notice the attention?" she looked thoughtful. "If not before, then she sure is now," Lynn told them. "She's jealous as hell. Did you see the dirty looks she was handing Casey?" "Yeah, I saw" Tanisha replied. "I wonder why Casey and not you?" "I couldn't tell you that one," Casey shrugged. "I'm not the red head. Do you think she'll follow you to school with us?" "Why?" Tanisha wanted to know. "Just wondering if we'll have her to put up with next year," Casey shrugged. "It's pretty clear she wants you though. Are you going to fuck her?" The question took Tanisha by surprise. She hadn't considered that she might have sex with the slender, red haired girl. She shook her head. "She's my Mom's girlfriend, not mine," she said quietly but firmly, "and I have a feeling that cougar mom of hers is part of the package. Tammy's cute, I agree, but I won't be Joyce Tripp's chew toy." They all hugged Laresha, and shook hands with Joyce. Tanisha promised to call, midweek, and to let her mother know if she needed anything. The three girls noticed that Tammy did not come back to see them off. They didn't make anything of this development, however, and piled comfortably into Tanisha's car, looking, for all the world, as if they'd been riding in it together for months, rather than the first time. Once Tanisha pulled back out onto the highway southbound, they broke into gales of laughter. "I thought your mom was going to burst," Casey said. "So did I," Tanisha's laughing was more relieved than anything else. It hadn't mattered that her mother was also a lesbian. In fact, having Joyce and Tammy at the table when she'd come out had made the hesitation worse, despite the fact that Tanisha knew them to be lesbians as well. "Do you really think we're in for trouble with Tammy?" "Oh yes," Lynn sounded omniscient on this matter. "We are in for trouble with that little red headed girl. There can be no doubt about it. She wants in your panties bad, Tanisha, but she has no idea how to get there, especially without her mom to seduce you for her." "You think her Mom gets the girls?" "Now she does," Lynn opined. "Joyce didn't even bat an eye at us. Tammy stormed out as soon as she was sure we weren't looking. She was counting on her mom – and yours – to get you for her." She reached up and grasped a small object on the lapel of Tanisha's blouse. "I should take this off now," she smiled at her girlfriend, "unless you really do plan to pledge Tri-Delt." Tanisha looked down at the pledge pin her girlfriend had fastened to her blouse, obviously before they'd left, and smiled. "Why don't you leave it there?" she replied. Lynn kissed her neck several times and Casey squeezed her hand. They continued on to the school. At the dorm, Lynn got out but Casey balked. "I want to see where you work," she pleaded gently. "Are you sure?" Tanisha asked. "Yes, I do," Casey answered. "Alright, this once then, but if you come during the week; you come on your own and you're just a customer." They drove off toward the Fruit of the Rose. Back at Laresha's trailer, the house suddenly seemed much emptier to the older black woman, who knew she'd just seen the first stage of her daughter moving out. She was a little shaken, both by Tanisha's surprise coming out, and by Tammy's subsequent reaction. She'd known that her younger lover was very interested in Tanisha, sexually. She hadn't realized how invested Tammy had been – and was – in an opportunity at a sexual or romantic encounter with her. The teen had returned, in tears, shortly after Tanisha and her girlfriends had departed. Both she and Joyce had held, petted, fussed over and kissed their younger lover, but they could both see clearly that Tammy's mind was elsewhere, as thoroughly as Joyce had seen her daughter's gaze alternate between glaring at Casey and staring hungrily at the crotch of Tanisha's jeans. Eventually, Joyce had walked home to get ready for work, leaving Tammy on the lap of their mutual lover. "I want that little butch gone," Tammy had finally hissed between tears. "I really hate her." "Tammy, lover," Laresha tried to console her, "you still have us." She stroked Tammy's breast through her t-shirt. Tammy wrapped her arms around her lover and accepted the caresses. "Yes, I do," she said silently, "but for how long? I want Tanisha." Laresha made no effort to contain her lust and her hands did not take long to stray up underneath Tammy's t-shirt. The teen leaned into the welcome fingers massaging and cupping her breasts and teasing and stimulating her nipples. She welcomed the feel of Laresha's soft, full lips kissing and nibbling her neck. The black woman lifted Tammy's t-shirt off, freeing her small, pert breasts and exposing her nipples to lips and tongue. Laresha's hand unfastened, and then slid inside, Tammy's shorts, finding a damp little mound inside her panties. Tammy groaned and allowed the older woman to lay her back on the couch, after closing the front door, and slide her shorts and panties off. Moaning, she surrendered to the pleasure of Laresha's hungry tongue and probing fingers. Tammy raised her hips, thrusting her pussy into her lover's mouth as the latter entered her with a finger. She squeaked in surprise as a second finger began to gently probe her anus. Tentatively at first, then more insistently, Laresha was fucking her young lover with fingers inside both her vagina and her ass. Tammy's ass was tight, as Laresha had imagined. It gripped her finger – lubricated from inside Tammy's own pussy – and excited the older woman further, causing her panty crotch to feel soaked. She wished for a mouth and a tongue to indulge her senses, but for once she was glad not to have Joyce involved. Sucking and tonguing Tammy's clit greedily, as she fucked the young girl in both openings, Laresha wanted the slight red haired teen all to herself. At the Fruit of the Rose, Tanisha parked in back and then walked around front. The establishment was essentially a book and gift shop, although its proffered fare differed somewhat from that of Hallmark. A large, seven-angled figure, adorned with various characters inside each of its angles, surrounded a picture of an apple with a bite missing, superimposed over a white rose. Various posters and small advertisements surrounded this figure, but it remained clear, affording a view of the shop within. Tanisha and Casey walked into the shop, to be greeted by a sonorous, English-accented voice that intoned: "Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law." Casey stopped in her tracks, startled by the seemingly disembodied voice. Tanisha, however, grinned at her. "Love is the Law," she replied, keeping a perfectly straight face. "Love under will." "Hello Tanisha," a brown haired, middle aged woman waved as she emerged through a curtained door from the back. "I thought I heard you come in." "I'm here and ready," Tanisha smiled. "Aleister still gets them, though." She indicated Casey who was recovering from being startled. "This is Casey, she's my ..." "Yes," the woman smiled, "your new girlfriend, I told you that your love life was going to take an unexpected turn for the better last weekend." "You mean to tell me that you predicted ..." Casey interrupted. "You may call me Claire," the owner smiled at Casey and proffered her hand to be shaken. Her grip felt quite firm. "Yes, Tanisha sometimes lets me practice my cartomancy on her when we have a slow period in the shop. Last Saturday the cards showed the Tower and the Universe at her root, indicating that Fate had dramatic changes in store for her, particularly in her world-view and outlook, and the Prince of Cups and the Nine of Cups, indicating romantic love and happiness in her future. Given that I can spot a lonely young lesbian who has not yet found herself, or her own, as well as I can read the cards, the rest was quite simple. I only had to guess that the love interest would be a pretty young woman rather than a boy." She waved a hand in self-deprecatory dismissal. "I had nothing more difficult than finding an acceptable way to phrase it. Tea, girls?" "Thank you," Casey sounded as thoroughly confused as she looked. "Cheers, Claire," Tanisha sounded cheerful. "Uh, Claire?" Casey sounded uncertain. "Yes dear?" "May I ask you a question?" "Of course dear." "Are you gay?" "Oh, gender really doesn't matter to me, darling. If I feel attracted to someone and they like me, we generally don't have a difficult time finding our way to the bedroom." Claire paused to stir milk and sugar into the tea. "So, I suppose you would have to say "yes" since I do greatly enjoy sex with other women." "But you like men too." "Yes darling, I do." "Then you're a bi," it was more a statement than a question, but Claire unflappably took it as the latter. "That's actually a good question," she told Casey. "I'm afraid I don't really have a good answer for it though. In the simplest sense, I suppose you would have to call me `bisexual' because I enjoy sexual encounters with both men and women, but a `bisexual' – by definition – still differentiates between men and women, sexually. This is where I must beg to differ with this definition. I do not differentiate between men and women as lovers. For me, a lover is a lover." "I think I understand ...?" Casey looked thoroughly confused. Tanisha winked at her, promising an explanation later. "Alright dears," Claire beamed at them. "I must get running. I have a long drive ahead of me this afternoon. Tanisha, Casey will be staying to keep company with you, I take it?" "Uh, yes, I was going to ask if it's alright this one time ..." "Tut," Claire patted her on the hand. "Casey is perfectly acceptable company for you on the weekends. During the week, as you know, she must visit on her own as a customer but on Saturday, she is more than welcome. All I ask is, of course, that she pay for anything that leaves the shop with her, and that she doesn't open anything that cannot be re-closed for sale." "One more thing?" "Yes dear?" "Casey wants me to go to Portland to meet her family next weekend ..." "I told you that this turn of affairs would be a deep one," Claire smiled gently. "Very well, I'll find the time to cover for you. Meeting your girlfriend's mother is very important." She bustled off, leaving Casey staring after her. "Wow." "Claire's just a bit eccentric, but nice, and she's a good employer." "Ok," Casey's fingers closed around Tanisha's arm. "What does she mean about "no difference between men and women?" That's just weird." "Have you noticed what sort of shop you're standing inside?" Tanisha grinned at her. "She means exactly what she says. I've seen her in the back a couple of times, with someone, going at it hot and heavy while I closed up for the weekend." "By someone you mean either a man or a woman?" "Or both, once," Tanisha told her. "Never the same ones twice either. Claire gets around." "How in the name of hell did you wind up working here?" Casey wanted to know. "Well, I applied, and she called me for an interview and it went sort of like what just happened now." Tanisha shrugged. "Except that she insisted on reading my cards that time and then I was signing the normal employment forms." "So, can you do it," Casey wanted to know. "I mean can you read cards?" "Part of working here," Tanisha grinned at her. "You have to know something about the merchandise and some customers come in here specifically to have cards or tea leaves or pendulum done." "Pendulum?" Casey cocked an eyebrow. "It's really just another old form of dousing – you know finding water or something that you've lost – but nowadays a lot of people think you can tell the future with it." Tanisha giggled. "Like I said, you can find lost car keys with it." "Oh, so you can do that too?" "Anyone can," Tanisha laughed. "It's a parlor trick. Most of what impresses most customers in here is parlor tricks. There are a few people who come in here whom I would take seriously, Claire among them, but not many." "Why would you take Claire seriously?" "She signs my paychecks, for one thing." Tanisha shot Casey a grin. "So, she actually doesn't mind if we want to have sex in here?" Casey was dubious. "Oh, if we want to take our clothes off, we'd have to go in back after closing, but you can sit in my lap and we can kiss all we want, unless a customer comes in." "You're kidding." "Do you want to know how many times Claire has wanted to kiss me?" "I sort of figured ..." "She is very much not my type," Tanisha laughed, "and she'll back off completely now that she's met you and knows we're in a relationship." "How do you know that?" "It goes with the territory," Tanisha grinned again. "Claire, as you might guess, is a great believer in personal privacy." "So where did she hurry off to?" Casey was interested despite the odd feelings the shop gave her. "Seattle." Tanisha told her. "Any time Claire has "a long drive" on a Saturday afternoon, she's going to Seattle." "What's in Seattle?" "Queen Anne Masonic Lodge, for one thing," Tanisha was clearly enjoying herself. "I thought masons all had to be men?" "Most, but not all," Tanisha informed her. "Basic Masons, Yorkists and Scottists are all male. Eastern Star, Droit Human, and Oriental Templars are co-masons. They have both male and female members." "So, what is Claire?" "She's Eastern Star and OTO." "OTO?" "Order of Oriental Templars – their real name is in Latin – and that's where she's going tonight." "How in the world do you know all this stuff?" was Casey's next question. "There are no secrets in here," Tanisha laughed. "Besides, I've worked here for more than two years. It's sort of hard to help knowing a few things." "But you've never done any of this," Casey wondered. "Oh, Claire's taken me to a couple of Gnostic Masses that were open to the public." Tanisha told her. "She'd love to see me join. It is interesting but," she shrugged, "I suppose I've never really felt drawn to it that deeply. Right now, I'm pledging Tri-Delt and that's "lodge" enough I think." They spent the rest of the afternoon dealing with customers who trickled in by ones, twos, and threes as time went by. Tanisha gave two card readings at the table near the front door, which Casey watched with interest. Casey helped re-stock and re-face shelves, looked at books, and examined Claire's large tarot deck catalog. She also found quite a bit of the silver-and-semi-precious stone jewelry interesting as much of it was formed into unfamiliar symbols. "Ok," she said, "holding up a seven angled pendant. What's this?" "A septangle." "Ok," Casey tried again. "Who uses it?" "OTO and several similar groups as well as any thelemite." "Ok ..." Casey tried another tack. "What do the marks on the one on the window mean?" "They're in an old cipher called "Angelic." They spell out "Babalon."" "Babylon? Like the ruined city?" "Almost," Tanisha told her. "B-A-B-A-L-O-N is how to spell it." "What's that mean?" Casey was puzzled. "Here," Tanisha handed her a slender red-bound paperback. "You can read this in less than twenty minutes. It'll give you some idea." "Hey," Casey piped up a few minutes later, "I sort of like this. "If she would be a Priestess, then let her be scarlet, if an Abbess, then a wanton." That's talking about sexual freedom, isn't it?" "Sort of," Tanisha grinned. "It's also talking about sexual excess as acts of faith." "Well, I sort of like that," Casey grinned. "Too bad this OTO thing doesn't have an all-girls version." "I guess so," Tanisha chuckled. "I think I want to buy a tarot deck," Casey went on. "Will you show me how to read it?" "Whatever for?" Tanisha nearly laughed at her lover's "girl in the candy shop" interest. "For the Greek Festival this spring," Casey smiled, her eyes twinkling endearlingly. "I could dress up like a gypsy and have a booth and tell fortunes for donations like you do here. It's our biggest fundraiser of the year," she explained. "Alright," Tanisha smiled. There had been times when she wondered what had attracted her so strongly to a small, boyish girl like Casey. Times like these, she was so cute, that there was no way for Tanisha to "not" absolutely love her. "We'll have to get you some other earrings; you want big hoops for that costume." The two girls laughed and kissed for a few minutes as the clock crawled toward six and closing time. Then Casey helped Tanisha pack up the sandwich board signs from the sidewalk out front. They made certain the display cases were all securely locked and locked the front door from inside. They then lowered the metal shutter down inside the display window, and locked it, effectively sealing the shop off from the outside world. Tanisha then turned and led the way to the back. Immediately in back was the employee restroom, at one end of a long narrow corridor formed by tall shelving units filled with back-stock merchandise. Another door stood closed at the far end of this corridor, with a third, surmounted by a large green "exit" sign, halfway between and set into the back wall. "What's back there?" Casey wanted to know. The far door bore a symbol similar to the front window, except instead of an apple, the center featured the image of a voluptuous, nude, red haired woman, lounging invitingly with her breasts and hard nipples pointing upward, and her legs spread akimbo. "Classroom – Ritual room sometimes – Claire's naughty room," Tanisha grinned at her. "Can we go in there?" Casey wanted to know. "Of course," Tanisha replied. "I told you we can go back there, in fact." She led the way, unlocking the door and switching on the lights. Immediately a low, reddish glow bathed the room and Casey could make out walls adorned with paintings depicting various magical-erotic acts. Male to female; male to male; and female to female found equal expression on the walls of Claire's little sanctum. Similarly, statuary depicting erotic mystical concepts, figures, and acts stood in various, tastefully chosen, alcoves and positions. A large curtain walled off a small section of the back. Just in front of this curtain, a pile of cushions lay on the thickly carpeted floor, behind several objects. Closer inspection revealed a decanter, half filled with what appeared to be wine, two glasses, a note, and a strap-on dildo in the shape of a sizeable black cock. "Dear Darlings," Tanisha read, picking up and unfolding the note. "Please forgive my presumption in assuming that you will want to use the room for some privacy and at providing what I hope are a few welcome comforts and conveniences. Please place the decanter back in the "Shakti" cupboard before you leave and remember to turn out the lights. Love, Claire." "What does it say?" Casey asked. "These," Tanisha indicated the wine flask, glasses, and sex toy, "are for us. I wonder when Claire found time to slip back here and get this ready." "What do you think?" Casey poured two glasses and held one out to Tanisha. "Is it safe to try some?" "Probably," Tanisha accepted her glass and then the two girls clinked glasses. "Salut! They drank together. The wine was very pleasant and smooth, a rich dark red. "Old Vine Zin" would have meant nothing to either girl. They lounged on the cushions and had a second glass. "This is really good," Casey opined before leaning in to kiss Tanisha deeply. "It is," Tanisha set her glass down as her lips met Casey's and opened to admit the slender brunette's tongue. Her hands began to explore Casey's body anew, taking more time now that Tanisha had her butchy girlfriend alone. She first caressed and teased, then bared Casey's small, firm breasts, licking around each in a spiral inward to from edge to nipple and then sucking and nibbling, before kissing and nibbling up and down Casey's neck and earlobes, pausing to kiss her mouth deeply again, and returning to her breasts. Casey's fingers had been busy unbuttoning Tanisha's blouse. She moaned softly as she discovered that her lover was not wearing a bra, and Tanisha nibbled the very edge of her earlobe at the same time. "You let these bad girls be free for me?" Casey breathed. "Who else?" Tanisha nuzzled her neck, teasing Casey's nipples with fingertips that had grown confident exploring her girlfriend's body. "Lynn likes taking my bras off me." "Mmmmmmmmm" they kissed again and Tanisha unfastened Casey's jeans and tugged them down her legs. Casey lay back and allowed her girlfriend to spread her legs apart. Tanisha kissed all over her thighs, slowly running her tongue up the sensitive skin of the brunette girl's slender inner thighs then kissing and licking up and down the centerline of her panty crotch. Casey lay back and moaned, caressing her own breasts, and gently thrashing as Tanisha's very sensual lovemaking transported her toward ecstasy. Her pussy had already soaked her panties and Tanisha drove her crazy by sucking her love juices through the thin fabric. "Oh god, Tanisha, oh oh oh ..." Casey twisted her upper torso trying to get more pleasure and was rewarded by the sensation of her panties sliding down her slender thighs and legs, then off around her feet. She surrendered to passion as Tanisha's tongue and lips found their way inside her sweet, wet little pussy and to her hard little clit. They would never know if Claire had mixed something subtly arousal-enhancing into the wine, but Casey experienced a deep orgasm almost immediately as Tanisha began to suck her clit and drive her tongue in and out her opening. Her juices gushed out in a thin stream to bathe Tanisha's chin until the black girl managed to open her mouth wide to accept Casey's orgasmic offering. The little brunette's hips pumped spasmodically, grinding her pussy into her lover's mouth and her cries of pleasure became high pitched – almost girlish. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhheeeeeeeeee!" Casey screamed with abandon. Tanisha finally relented and allowed her girlfriend to lie, shaking, back on the cushions for a moment. During Casey's orgasm, the black girl had managed to shed her own jeans and panties and now she climbed on of Casey, between her spread legs. At first finding the angle was awkward, but she soon had it and Tanisha, pressing their pussies together, began to hump Casey, who reached up to pull her tighter by her beautiful, round ass cheeks. "Oh god, yes Tanisha, Tanisha, fuck me, fuck me, I've never been done like this ..." "Not even by your sister?" Tanisha grunted. "No, not even by her." "Do you like this?" Tanisha asked huskily. "Do you like me doing this?" "Only you," Casey managed to gasp. "Do you want to try that thing on me?" "You mean this?" Tanisha held up the strapon by its harness. "You want this?" She was a little surprised. "Only if it's you ..." the rest was lost in panting and moaning. "Not even Lynn?" Tanisha's eyes widened a bit. "She's too girly. Please, you're butcher than me. Put it on and fuck me; fuck me like a boy!" Tanisha needed a bit of help arranging the large, black strap-on so that its backing squared firmly with her pussy. It had short clitoral and labial stimulation knobs on its reverse side and these felt pretty good, if a bit strange, to Tanisha's aroused pussy once the straps were tightened. Then Casey lay back and Tanisha re-mounted her, gently pressing the large head of the black, artificial cock into the skinny brunette's tight pussy opening. The two girls then began to pump their hips in rhythm, finding that this came quite naturally. Casey wrapped her thin legs around Tanisha's waste and bucked, impaling herself on the sex toy while Tanisha thrust deeply into her. The knobs on the back end helped to keep the black girl wet, but she found that they didn't bring her to orgasm. Casey, on the other hand, came several times, the last time trying to cry out, and ravenously kiss Tanisha at the same time. As the waves of orgasm subsided, the girls collapsed on the cushions. "Oh," Casey panted. "I've never come like that before. I love you Tanisha, and only you can fuck me like that." Tanisha responded by kissing her deeply. "Didn't you come?" "No," Tanisha panted. "I'm wet and horny as hell, but I didn't come." "What do you want me to do?" Casey caressed her legs. "I want you to help me get this thing off, and then I want you to eat my pussy like the horny little butch dyke I know you are." Casey complied and buried her face between her girlfriend's legs. Tanisha smiled, caressed her own nipples, and pumped her hips, humping her pussy into Casey's mouth as the boyish brunette's tongue and lips worked their magic. Soon Tanisha's cries of pleasure sounded, where Casey's had – it seemed – only seconds before and her juices flowed into the little brunette's mouth. Casey hadn't needed to enter her with fingers this time. Despite her earlier words, Tanisha was so aroused that she started coming almost as soon as her Casey's tongue started to work its way up and down her slit. As Casey found her aching hard clit, Tanisha wailed into a new orgasm. After its waves subsided, the two girls lay on the cushions and held each other for a few minutes until they felt steady enough to get to their feet and dress themselves. Tanisha put the decanter and glasses away, washing the latter in the bathroom first, as directed. However, the note left no instructions as to what they should do with the toy. They left it on a small stool they found in a back corner, hoping everything would be alright. They let themselves out the back and Tanisha keyed on the alarm system before shutting and locking that door securely as well. Their drive back to Branson Hall was marked by hand holding, quick kisses, much laughing and quiet talking, leg squeezes and naughty little gropes.