Ariana Moves On Chapter 3

Ariana Moves On -3-

As the writer for the Chicago Sky, Ariana had to navigate the personalities of the team and, for a while at least, status of being the ex-lover of the star rookie, Katie. Everyone connected to the team knew that she was Katie's ex and currently the lover of Sandra, the owner's daughter and Team Photographer. The team was focused on trying to win the Eastern Conference and perhaps the League titles, although, just below the surface, the team's atmosphere seemed like a 2020's version of Peyton Place. There were a lot of lovers and jealousies that the organization, for the most part, kept in check.

Ariana kissed and made up with Katie with lots of tears and heart-rending emotions. Ariana was very happy with Sandra and Katie quickly fell for Monica, one of the team's co-captains. Ariana said publicly that she was "so happy for Katie, an amazing woman," and eventually they became friends.

Ariana lived by two mottos. The first was that people should "let bygones be bygones." That is, that she was over Katie, and she assumed that Katie was over her. She didn't dwell on the situation.

The second motto: "loose lips sink ships." She swore off the surfing the web, and was not even tempted to discuss the rumor mill surrounding the Sky players and coaches. Although she and Sandra had to navigate the Web to do their jobs, she did not have an account on Facebook, Instagram, or Snapchat. She found that she maintained a more tranquil spirit by not engaging in the day-to-day team gossip. Some found this somewhat snobby, unfortunately. If she had a sin to indulge, it was that was she was a "Cosmo Girl," and she faithfully read every issue from cover-to-cover.

The reason that the boycott of social media worked for Ariana and Sandra is that they both swore off social media. If Ariana wasn't on Instagram and Sandra was, things would inevitably get "sticky."

*****

At Christmas time Ariana's mom, Valerie, herself a rambunctious lesbian, came to visit Ariana and Sandra. Val stayed in the condo with the girls and shared their bed, though not their bedroom. Sandra worshipped Valerie and loved making love to her. With Ariana of course.

Valerie would tell stories about Ariana growing up, and certainly of her early days as a lesbian. Ariana was a little embarrassed by how much Valerie shared with Sandra, but only a little, as Val left off some of the seedier tales. Sandra, who became a lesbian at boarding school, loved the stories about Ariana being the sought-after cheerleader.

"Being a couple is so much better, at least for me it is," Ariana said. "And I think marriage is even better."

"Baby, you've never said a truer word," said Sandra. "And, knowing how you attract women, it really makes me feel good. Good and secure."

*****

Besides visiting Ariana, Valerie had a girlfriend in Chicago. Yvonne was a thirty-four-year-old never-married gal that she just adored. She met her at a function at UCLA where she worked as the Administrator in the Women's Studies Program. Yvonne was a Professor of Women's Studies at the University of Chicago, attending a conference on the State of Women in the 2020's put on by UCLA and the Women's Studies Program. Valerie was responsible for the fall conference where the department hosted the professors, writers, and government officials in the vanguard of the women's movement.

Yvonne, ten years Valeries junior, kept making eyes at Valerie, and sought her out during the first break.

"I have to say that conference is very well-organized, said Yvonne. "I know many of the women can be demanding."

"Why, thank you Yvonne," said Valerie. "Are you all set with everything? I'm here to help. Meals, lodging, extra-curriculars?"

"Yes," said Yvonne. "I'm all set." Yvonne looked down at Val's hands and noted only the beautiful gold ring around the middle finger of her right hand. After what seemed like an eternity to Val, she got right to it. She asked Val if she would be free for the evening. You see, Valerie was a 40-something bombshell, with a glorious figure and Mediterranean features and Yvonne was having heart palpitations over her. Now you know where Ariana get's her looks and her confidence.

"I am free," said Val. "And, I can recommend a great upscale Thai restaurant within walking distance."

"Oh, you're spot on with that," said Yvonne. "I love Thai. Shall we say, 6:00, meet in the hotel lobby?"

"6:30," said Val. "I have some organizing for tomorrow. But I'll be on time and hungry for whatever you have in mind. I'd like to wear shorts; the weather is just perfect for shorts." She winked at Yvonne, who was on the same wavelength.

"Yes, you would look lovely in, or out of, shorts," said Yvonne, quietly, while looking around her.

"Maybe we just should skip dinner," said Val, eager to taste the thirty-four-year-old Yvonne's fleshly delights. "You know, room service?"

Yvonne wholeheartedly agreed. She touched Valerie on the wrist, and they had a moment.

At six thirty-three they were enjoying one another's company in Yvonne's suite. Valeries lesbian boss, Lucy, whom she absolutely would do anything for, smiled at the site of the couple disappearing into the elevator. Lucy would give anything to be in Yvonne's place. She would give Valerie shit later for her cheeky move.

The urge to merge was much stronger than their hunger, and now you know why most middle age lesbians are in such good shape. The two skipped dinner, and had an hours-long love feast in Yvonne's suite. At 9:00 they ordered room service of finger food and juice. They fed each other and drank champagne for the rest of the evening. The next day Val was none the worse for wear and in a really good mood, and Yvonne was ten minutes late for the first session yet feeling fabulous. She caught the eye of a Stacy, a fellow professor from U of C, and they exchanged knowing smiles. "I'm so happy for you," her fellow academic said silently. "Thanks," Yvonne mouthed back with a smile a mile-wide.

*****

It was Val's first go at a long-distance relationship. After three months, it was going hotter than ever. Monthly she would fly to Chicago, and Yvonne would return the favor, taking a United redeye at 11:30 pm to LA. Valerie loved Chicago, and she got to know Yvonne's friends up close and personal. They went on double dates with the main gals from Yvonne's network and Valerie fit right in with them. They seemed smarter than her buds in California. However, when Yvonne went to LA she was blown away by the glamour of Valerie's circle. She was having the time of her life, and immediately made two more flight reservations for the lesbian capital of the world.

They were talking about moving in with each other. The problem was, where? As glorious as California could be, Valerie was seriously thinking of moving to Chicago. Something about variety in life being a good thing. A fresh start could be just the really helpful for her personal growth.

*****

Valerie sort of moved in to the condo for a couple of weeks. She was more than welcome and helped out where she could. A sensitive mother, did not volunteer any thoughts on Katie and was reluctant to go there. This suited Ariana just fine, as she was trying to forget the first-team all Pac10 lover. However, when she was in the condo alone with Sandra, Valerie volunteered that "Ariana just seems much more peaceful with you, my love. Peaceful and in love."

"Thanks Val," said Sandra. "You know, we both had just gotten out of relationships that were damaging. The thing is, we both handled it just fine. In fact, Ariana still has to deal with her as the team's writer. She kept all the drama behind closed doors."

"I know," said Valerie. "Then the rumors are true: the ball players really are a handful. So aggressive. Might I say promiscuous."

"Yep," said Sandra. "And Ariana got an earful of those affairs, if you can call them that. Let's say, those flings, when Katie came clean with her a few months ago."

"I know Ari was a little wild lesbian her junior and senior year of high school, but she really went cold turkey when she hooked up with Katie," said Valerie. She was so beautiful in high school, and of course she still is. But she got calls and texts from "Femmes" who lived twenty-five miles away who were twenty-five or thirty years old. And she took some of those dates. It was so hard for her as a young lesbian to keep track of things. I know, because I was a young lesbian too. Besides, some of my dates couldn't stop talking about her, and I'm worried that two or three actually hooked up with her."

"Yep, she's beautiful, but she has a hard edge," said Sandra. "I sometimes think she is a man in a runway model's body, if you know what I mean. But I feel very safe with her."

"And so do I," said Val. "Have you ever known a girl that works out so hard. She says that when she signed up for a gym here in Chicago, she had people hitting on her from both sides. Now, I guess, she goes to a womyn's gym with you, right?"

"That's right, but the girls just keep hitting on her, even when I'm right there," said Sandra. "It's pretty funny and Ari takes it with a grain of salt."

"Anyway, enough of the past. Right now, with you, she is literally the happiest she's ever been."

"That means a lot to me," said Sandra. "It really does."

"Come here, let me kiss you girlfriend," said Valerie. They kissed, an open-mouth kiss with tongue and hands on breast and cheek. Just because.

And so, Valerie had plenty to do during the day, what with shopping and sightseeing and condo hunting. And the second night brought Yvonne to the girl's place and the girls loved Yvonne. They were not intimidated by her title (Professor), yet very respectful. They got the names of some "must-read books," some of which they either had in their small library (two bookcases in the guest room) or had read before. They were thrilled to make love to her, as Valerie had hoped.

*****

First it was Yvonne with Ariana. Valerie subconsciously wanted to impress Yvonne, and urged the two to hook up that night in the girl's guest room. Both couples did their "research" on the others. They knew it would be a great match, destined for great sex.

Valerie remained in the master suite with Sandra and they kissed and hugged and got right to it. The two sirens bonded completely. There was a lesbian amateur video playing on the big screen and that really added fuel to the fire. Playing on the sound system, quietly, was Ari's lesbo playlist (called "Fuck Me" on her iPhone). The video and the sound were also playing in the guest room.

"Ariana says you're a switch, is that right," said Sandra.

"For sure," Valerie replied. "And you, dear?"

"I'm a switch too," said Sandra. "I give and receive as hard and as gentle as you like it."

"Ari is one lucky girl," said Valerie, and took the naked Sandra in her arms. She covered her with kisses, and Sandra warmed up quickly, returning all of Valerie's kisses and hugs. Soon they both had pre-cum trailing its way down their beautiful legs. Ooh la la!

They did everything, and Valerie was very impressed with Sandra, for she was not a girly girl, but a lesbian's lesbian. She loved sex and was very active and gave Valerie two orgasms. The first was an oral treat, and Valerie couldn't believe she was only twenty-four. "So attentive, so fucking experienced, hmmmm, she thought.

Val's cunt was open, wide open for Sandra. The young siren couldn't believe her good fortune: making love with my soon-to-be-fiancé's mother. The first orgasm had Sandra sucking Val's clit, while she used the first two fingers of her right hand to fuck her pussy and her ass simultaneously, using the magick "V."

The second was a strapon-fest. Sandra first did Val and then Val did Sandra. They were both pro's having used the strap with dozens of girls over the years. Once again, for both, the grand finale was the fingers in the ass, while simultaneously bring her to the brink with the strapon. When they were finished (and famished), they talked and mewled and got cuddly with a spooning session. They had been asleep for fifteen minutes when Yvonne and Ari walked in quietly.

Instead of surprising the girls, they quietly got into the seemingly endless bed with them. They had on their robes and Ariana got in front of Sandra, while Yvonne spooned Valerie. Four pretty maids, all in a row.

"Were resting. Can't you tell...phlimmmsssstt?" Sandra mewled quietly to Ari.

"Good God, yes," said Ari. "It sounded like a gym in here."

Sandra did not respond to Ari because she fell fast asleep. Same for Yvonne and Val. Ari was peaceful as she replayed the session with Yvonne in her head, before sleep overtook her too.

*****

Then, after a wonderful lovers' nap, Valerie made love to Ariana for just the fifth time in her life, and the first time in over two years. It was déjà vu all over again: Valerie tasted so fine and of course, Ariana is a dreamboat. They renewed their special bond of mother and daughter. Laughter and tears and orgasms. Lesbian mothers who love their daughters are such wonders.

Yvonne hooked up with Sandra and they moved to the guest room. They both quickly stripped, tossing their robes hither and yon. Yvonne knew instinctively how to love Sandra. Sandra wanted to talk, so Yvonne let her, while slowly, passionately pushing her buttons. For they both loved each other already.

They had boarding school in common, and there were plenty of stories that they could share privately and with the others. Like the pillow fight one Friday night in boarding school during her sophomore year which she was eager to share with Yvonne.

The fight started spontaneously with six girls and, after fifteen minutes or so and a lot of laughter and hugs, the other couples trailed off. Sandra was just coming into her own, sexually speaking, and longed to be with the other girl, to be alone with her. The other four had left and gone to bed, leaving Sandra alone with Emma in Emma's room, presenting her the chance.

"Emma," said Sandra.

"Yes honey," said Emma.

"You might hate me after you hear what I have to say," said Sandra.

"I could never hate you," said Emma.

"But...Emma, I love you. You're the most beautiful girl at the Academy, and I want to sleep with you tonight."

Emma was a girl who didn't say much normally, "Oh Sandra, me too. I think your just lovely."

"We made love that night and found ways to make love for thirty straight days. Although I had been to the tea parties and sleepovers in high school, she really brought me out. I learned what it is to be a lesbian from her, why we shave our pussies, and the glories of strapon sex. We did everything, and did everything together. We stayed together until late junior year, when Emma's father was transferred to London. That was hard, the hardest thing I'd ever gone through. Telling her good bye and everything." She teared up at the memory.

"Girlfriend that is so incredibly sweet," said Yvonne. Sandra kissed her on the mouth, and molded and kissed her breasts. "I have some boarding school stories for you that involve pillow fights and, well, sex. But I think we'll hold those for another time."

Yvonne was thirty-four years old, ten years older than Sandra. She took the lead in their lovemaking, and Sandra was fine with that. They kissed and hugged and fingered each other, and said "Oh your so wet," at the same time. It was a laughable moment, but they didn't laugh. They were just that into it. They were both so wet and their pussies were wide open. They were so comfortable with one another.

"C'mon you lesbian whore, fuck me, do me," said Sandra. Dirty talk took Yvonne to a new level. Sandra came once during their warmups. It happened when Yvonne was behind her and they were talking, Yvonne playing with her breasts lovingly. She was laying back on some pillows and Sandra's head was on Yvonne's breast and Sandra knew she was close; the chat had her feeling so close to Yvonne, and when Yvonne, with her first two fingers started running up and down her slit and every few rubs dipping into her pussy and her clit, she erupted quietly. Yvonne sensed her go stiff, and kissed the top of her head.

"See, you are very orgasmic," she said. "All I was doing was showing your outer lips some love and you had a nice cum."

"Yes, my love, fuck."

"What's your pleasure," said Yvonne. "Strapon maybe?"

"Whatever turns you on Yvonne," said Sandra. "I've a preference for the strap."

Yvonne reached to the bedside table and took the 9" dildo and the "strap" was a lovely pair of sturdy black panties with a reinforced hole in the center. She had already sized up Sandra and knew the bigger dildo would turn her on.

Sandra joked with Yvonne like an old friend.

"I bet you were introduced to the strapon in boarding school, yes?" she asked.

"Oh, for sure, though the products were not as nice as nowadays," said Yvonne. I'm amazed at the lesbian-oriented stuff on Amazon. It's endless."

"It's because there is so much demand for lube and dildoes and whatever, methinks," said Sandra. "It's because so many millions of females have sworn off men."

"Yep, that's it exactly," said Yvonne. "What was your degree or degrees in, if I may ask?"

"Pussy," said Sandra, and they both fell about laughing.

"No, Women's Studies, at UIC," said Sandra. "I'd wish I could have met you during my undergrad days. To get some personal tutoring."

Yvonne had put the dildo through the black panties and adjusted them with Sandra's help. A dollop of lube spread around the shaft and some for Sandra's vulva. She moved on top of Sandra and entered her, and then getting slight mewling from her after three or four short strokes, made for the bottom of her birth canal.

"Ooohh Yvonne, it's so good," said Sandra.

"Ah yes, personal tutoring," said Yvonne. "There were some really great girls when I was into that. Of course, there were a few duds too."

Yvonne was really into topping her. They both continued to talk.

"The bedding of undergrad baes. Most of it in my office; nowadays, not so much. I'm really, really into Valerie." She said this with a smile of satisfaction, quietly.

She was reaching cruising altitude, giving Sandra long steady strokes.

"Aahhhh, you're a real pro at this, you dyke, Oohhhh," said Sandra. "I love long, steady strokes. Keep it going baby."

"Groovy. But, some of this information is kind of confidential, if you know what I mean," said Yvonne.

"Aahhhh, fuucckkkk," said Sandra. "Oh 100%. You know your secrets are safe with me."

"Thank you," said Yvonne. "That really means a lot to me. I see you as a real girlfriend. One that I can share secrets with." It felt so cool to Sandra, to be able to talk to an older lesbian star like Yvonne, and share confidences with her.

"I've been accused of being a great listener," said Sandra. "Uhohhhh, I'm coming already. Aahhhh, baby I'm cumming and it is going to be b..."

Sandra couldn't finish her thought. "Muahhhh, Aahhhh." She was rolling from side to side, kind of like making love on a ship in rough seas.

"Oh, my Go..." She came, spraying clear gel-like liquid all over herself and Yvonne and squeezing the strap with the muscles of her cunt.

Yvonne looked down on Sandra's beautiful face and smiled.

*****

The next day Yvonne spilled on her time with Ariana and Sandra. "Sandra is a real lesbian honey pot. We had such a great time together.

"I love Sandra," said Val. "They make a fine couple."

Yvonne said, "But your daughter is amazing. As you know, we went to the other bedroom and she really took charge. Just a wonderful girl: topping me with a strapon, eating me out, loving me. I barely had time to make her cum, and I had two orgasms. Now I know why you're such a passionate lover, Val, and I'm so in love with you and I thank you with sharing Ariana with me."

"Honey, that means the world to me, it really does," said Valerie. "I'm taking a chance here...let's get married. I'll move to Chicago. I can get a job anywhere, even though I don't have to work. Your career is important to...us."

"You'd do that for me, Valerie?" Yvonne asked, giggling. "I don't know." She was quiet for a minute.

Val was confused, and her heart stopped. She thought things had been going so great: the sex, the friends, her confessions of love. She looked at Yvonne for something, anything.

"I'm just playing with you," said Yvonne. "Of course, I'll marry you. A thousand times yes, my dear. I took a chance in LA, trusting my gut, and my instincts nailed you. When I saw you, a thought came to me. It said, `You're going to marry that girl'. I don't know where it came from. It's never happened to me. I love you dearest."

"Why don't we get rings together," said Valerie. "Sorry, but I've been shopping for them, and I know the perfect place in LA for custom engagement rings, if we decide to go there, and wedding rings. We'll go together. Will you trust me on that?

"I do. I trust you," said Yvonne. "Let's see, I would want to wear a suit, a white suit with a tie and matching cummerbund and everything. Have you thought about what you'd wear?"

"Right now, we're thinking alike," said Valerie. "I love to wear a white suite, but I haven't thought too much on the colors. Have you?"

"We've plenty of time to decide," said Yvonne. "Perhaps the same outfits, but different colored ties and matching cummerbunds. It seems we've both had enough of dresses for one lifetime, he he. One thing is for sure, neither of us want's to be the girly girl. Do I read that correctly."

"No, you're right on that one. But, here or in LA?" said Valerie. "A beach wedding would be romantic, but I'm kind of indifferent."

"Well, if we're going to live in Chicago, we might as well be married in LA," said Yvonne. "I really want to get to know your gang in LA. We could have a second ceremony in Chicago."

"I have some very fine women for you to meet," said Valerie. "You know, some for your professional ties, and some wonderful girls for...friends with benefits, if I can be so crude."

"Oh Val, be crude, be lewd and lecherous, please," laughed Yvonne.

"And, and, a chance for me to get plugged in to your Chicago network," said Valerie. "I've loved the taste so far. Ooh la la, I can see it now. An orgy breaks out at the wedding of Yvonne and Valerie. He he. But let me ask, do you want children? A little girl, or two?"

"I would love that," said Yvonne. "But I'm not going to carry a child. I've had three abortions and I may be a little goofed up down there."

"We've all had abortions. Thank God for abortion," said Val. "But I know I'm not up for carrying a child either, even though my OB/GYN gave me the green light recently. You're enough for me, lover. But little girls are so wonderful."

"I think I'd like to adopt a newborn girl," said Yvonne. "It's just so fun to talk about it with someone you love. I had given up on marriage, you know."

"Oh, don't give up, promise me?" asked Valerie.

"You have my word, and my heart," said Yvonne. "Then again, surrogate birth might be the way to go. Last I checked my eggs are still good to go. God will attest that I know a lot of gay men."

"Yes, and my eggs, so far, are still good," said Valerie. "You know, all this talk of marriage and weddings and childbirth are making me so fucking horny. Wow."

"Me too, honey. Just so you know I would adore a little girl," said Yvonne. "We'd bring her up right: independent, loving but strong. Kind of like...Ariana."

She bent forward and kissed Valerie, and they forgot where they were and what time it was. They made love like they had so often before. The sex was incredible.

*****

Val and Yvonne were so excited they decided to call a meeting. When they shared the news of their engagement, Ariana and Sandra were very excited for them. They loved Yvonne and Valerie deserved the best.

Then, they looked at each other and nodded. So, after the "Yea's and Yahoo's", the high fiving and the kisses, the twenty somethings shared their own news.

"This is not meant in any way to be one-upmanship," said Sandra. "But we're going to get married too. We haven't set a..."

"What!" said Valerie, with a lot of shrieks. "That's fabulous news! Wow! Yay. One big wedding. How about that, Yvonne?"

"For sure, if it makes sense," said the conservative Yvonne. "These youngsters really know what they want. Yipee! Break out the wine and let's dance."

She danced a jig; she let her hair down; she started the party. Next thing you knew she had four glasses of cabernet and passed them out. Sandra turned on the sound system, and blasted a song list that was full of great girl tunes.

"Here's to us," said Valerie. They all raised their glasses and drank a couple of toasts to love.

"I'll have to tell my mom soon," said Sandra. "I know she'll be very happy for me. She's lesbian too, and loves, loves, loves Ariana."

"Aren't we full of surprises, Ms. Sandra?" said Yvonne. "A lesbian mother!"

"She's the world's best boss too, but you two are the first ones to know," said Ariana. "That's how much you both mean to us."

On time and without a cue, Yvonne and Valerie said, "Awww." Everyone broke out laughing; it was a special moment. Many sincere hugs followed.

*****

The four had a lot of work to do and it was a great joy to dive into the planning of engagements and weddings for all.

In two months, Valerie quit her job as Administrator for women's studies and they held a party for her and Valerie invited Yvonne and Valerie's boss, Lucy, spent the evening with them. Wild sex has a way of creating warm bonds between people, and Valerie really loved her boss.

Yvonne and Sandra and Ariana all kept their jobs, and Valerie would eventually sell her homes in Cali and move to Chicago. They set up a large condo on the 10^th floor in a newer building in the south Loop. It turns out that Yvonne was rich too, trust fund rich. Her post at the university was a calling; she wasn't in it for the money. She was doing what she could for girls and women everywhere. For that reason, although she was not head of the department, she was off to conferences and symposiums literally all over the world, and Valerie travelled with her. When not teaching or travelling, Yvonne was writing, and had two textbooks already out and many articles for journals.

Valerie started writing too, for she had a gift that lay untapped for so many years. Her pseudonym was "Helene Faber" and she was working on two lesbian love stories and a YA book for girls.

Ari and Sandra kept the condo and, as was their custom, they lived on less than they earned. That afforded them plenty of money to travel to LA to visit her gal pals and to places that welcome hot twenty-something lesbians.

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