This is the first story I've worked on in a few years, and I'm very excited to share it here. This is the first of several planned chapters, but reader feedback—good or bad, as long as it's constructive—will play a large role in determining both how far the story goes and how often I post. It straddles a few categories, including lesbian, interracial, and a somewhat taboo relationship. If any of these bother you, you probably won't enjoy it. Please rate and/or comment; again, all constructive feedback is appreciated.
Thanks to barabajagal001 and bosombuddies for editing!
"So, you think I should introduce them?" Dakota asked her older brother.
"Yeah, D. I'm sure your new boyfriend—"
"Not my boyfriend."
"Like I said, I'm sure your boyfriend-in-waiting is ready to meet the girl who's kept you away from guys for the past year and won't at all be skeeved out or jealous."
"Micah! I'm serious."
"I am too, sis. I get it, and I'd still be a little weird about it if Ari had come complete with a girlfriend she already had plans with, totally exclusive of me."
"But part of that plan was that I'd meet a guy one day. It's something she knows I want, and he gets that monogamy won't work for me. I think."
"He gets that you're a sweet, gorgeous girl and you're into him. He's just trying to work around everything else to keep that intact. I can't say I blame the guy. Maybe he'll get over it, maybe he won't."
"Sooo..."
"So, introduce them, but don't expect them to be best friends and sit and help each other plan dates to take you on. I mean, Ry does kinda have seniority here."
"What the fuck am I, a sorority or some shit? She pledged first so we have to go with her awkward ass request?"
"One: I'm not quite sure that's how sororities work, D. Two: I could almost swear I heard a 'we' in there, and I get the feeling I was a part of it."
"Well, brother dear, they do both like you. It could help smooth things over a bit." She pouted up at him as she said it, knowing he was a sucker for her big green eyes.
"Fine, Erin."
"Ooooh, that's low, Mikey baby!" She rolled her eyes as she called her older brother his fiancé's favorite pet name for him, which he hated. Served him right, breaking out her first name like that.
"Brat!" He said, fake-angry at her audacity. She'd always known just the right buttons to push, but she never seemed to go too far. He figured enough time in the foster-care system would teach a kid, especially one with a mouth like Dakota's, just how much she could get away with. He appreciated the care she took, but he sometimes wished she would go too far, just so he could show her that he wasn't one of the ones who'd hurt her, any more than his parents—their parents—had been.
He took her in now, this vibrant young woman he'd watched grow from a tiny twelve year old girl with fiery curls bigger, it seemed, than all the rest of her combined, the smattering of freckles which she hated and everyone else seemed to love, and a heart shaped face that even then held the promise of beauty. That promise had been fulfilled and then some, and now, nearly a decade later, she was a vision. Although on paper she was less exotic than him, with his Korean mother and Jamaican father, between the features she'd inherited from her black mother—tip-tilted eyes exaggerated by sweeping cheekbones, a cute little button nose, and the full, pouty lips she tended to bite when she was nervous or concentrating—and the coloring she'd inherited from her stereotypically Irish father, she was unlike any other girl he'd seen before. As captivating as he found her catlike eyes and the waist-length curls she'd finally learned to tame, as a man—even a man who was supposed to view her as his bratty little sister—Micah couldn't look at her without taking in her almost cartoonish hourglass shape, made all the more outlandish because she was barely five feet tall.
Micah started, realizing he'd been staring at Dakota far too long and thinking things a big brother had no business thinking. He didn't understand it; it wasn't as though Ari didn't satisfy him sexually. She went above and beyond in the bedroom, always willing to fulfill his fantasies and bringing a few of her own to the table as well. Still, he shared a fairly small space with a very sexy young woman, and it was beginning to take its toll. He turned to leave the room, not wanting to dwell on desires better left unexplored.
Dakota stopped her brother from leaving, wondering if her teasing had been too much. She knew he was probably dreading the tension sure to fill her little get-together, and adding a reference to the fiancé she'd never been able to make friends with probably didn't help things for him. She'd noticed something odd about his look, though, and wondered if he was dealing with problems of his own. She pulled him down for a quick peck on the lips, hugging him tightly and whispering to him, "I'll behave, M. Just hang here with me for a while?"
He hated to leave her thinking she'd done something wrong, but the physical closeness, after the thoughts he'd been having, was too much. Besides, he was almost late for a dinner with Arianne and her parents. "You're good, kid, I promise. Gotta run, though. The thing with Ari's folks is tonight."
She gave him a sympathetic glance, knowing his fiancé's father made Micah nervous. "You'll be fine, bro," she said, kissing him again before straightening his shirt.
"I'd drag you along, if I didn't think the judge would count it as another strike against me." Micah knew Ari's father wanted Dakota, but he also knew that the judge resented Dakota for being prettier than his daughter almost as much, it seemed, as he resented Micah for having the nerve to propose to her.
"Aw, M. You know I'd love to come get under his skin a little for you. Meeting Ry in an hour or so, though. Where's tonight's little dinner party, anyway?"
"Oh no, brat. You aren't gate-crashing. You and Ryan go have lesbian funtimes," he waggled his brows as he said it, knowing it'd make Dakota blush in spite of herself. "Meet me at Ray's around midnight, and I'll tell you all about it."
"Can I—"
"Yeah, brat, Ryan can come." He picked up his keys from the pub table where they'd started their conversation, leaning down to accept his sister's offered kiss before he walked out.
"Have fun, Mikey baby!" Dakota called out, just before the front door slammed behind her departing brother.
-
A little over three hours later, Dakota lay squirming on her girlfriend's bed, moaning that "Baby, we have to go soon."
"It's only eleven, D. What'd Mike say?"
"He—ah—he said—fuck!"
"I'm almost sure that wasn't the invitation," Ryan teased, punctuating each syllable with a thrust of two of her long, slim fingers into Dakota's swollen, wet pussy.
"Bitch!" Dakota tried to scream it, but it ended up half sigh, half moan. Still, it earned her clit a slow, deep tonguing that was at odds with the frenzy of Ryan's fingers fucking her. She loved it.
"Pretty sure that wasn't it either," Ryan said, dipping her head for another taste of her girlfriend's pussy, letting Dakota guide her with a hand in Ryan's long, small dreadlocks.
"A—oh!—around midnight!" It came out a scream, as Ryan began licking in earnest just as she tried to answer.
Ryan added a third finger to her pussy and slid one into her ass, watching as the hand that wasn't forcing her face deeper into her girlfriend's cunt dropped from her nipples to the already tangled bed sheets.
"Oh shit! Oh shit! Ooooh!" Dakota's screams tapered off to a slow moan as she tried to catch her breath. She screamed again as Ryan fingered her pussy and ass harder still, bringing on another, smaller orgasm.
"Okay," Ryan said, lapping up the juices flowing like honey from her girlfriend's well sated pussy, "I think I'm ready to go."
"Yeah, and I think I'm ready to go to sleep. Talk to Mike and let me know tomorrow?"
Ryan just grinned, pulling Dakota to her feet and guiding her to the shower that was right across from the bed in the cramped studio apartment. They climbed into the small space, kissing and touching as if the past few hours hadn't been spent releasing tensions from a week that'd been hectic for both of them.
After a bit of teasing and Dakota's quiet proclamation that she thought she'd live, the girls climbed out and dried each other before dressing. Ryan put on a lacy bra that hugged her plump tits like a second skin, followed by a tank top that emphasized her athletic shoulders and arms, and added denim shorts and ballet flats, accentuating the long legs she knew her girl loved so much. Dakota put on a pair of boy shorts from Ryan's drawer and gathered her scattered clothes, a half shirt and torn leggings. She threw her Chucks back on and gathered her hair into a high bun, then looked at the two of them in the full length mirror Ryan had hung over the bathroom door. Ryan was a full eight inches taller than Dakota, and between her confident bearing and a body that fell somewhere between lingerie model and volleyball player, she looked like an Amazon. Her smooth peanut butter brown skin and girl-next-door prettiness only added to the effect, seemingly softening what could be an overwhelming presence at times.
-
Ray's Diner was a twenty minute walk from Ryan's apartment and in an area nearly always filled with partying college students, but their last little interlude had almost made them late, so they took Ryan's silver Celica to keep from taking too long and worrying Micah. Even though they only halved the travel time, between pedestrians and parking, Ryan was relieved to not have to deal with drunk frat boys first coming on to, then lashing out at them. She was more relaxed than she'd been in days, and while she wouldn't have been opposed to an altercation before Dakota showed up that night, spending time with her always took the fight out of Ryan.
