Isis And Agyness Ch 01

Isis & Agyness Ch. 1

Love, it's there. We just need to find it.

I would like to introduce you to Agyness and Isis. I invite you to join me in their Sapphic journey; Agyness looks for the woman she needs but isn't aware she needs her. And while, in her journey, she learns more about the true woman she is, and the true woman she seeks to serve.

This series, though involving a slightly more mature and controlling character, will be posted to the Lesbian Sex category. I hope you enjoy this newest series. This first chapter is mostly character building.

I would like to thank a special woman from the Lit chat room, Emily's Escorts, for her thoughts, support, and encouragement. This series is written for her.

Aoife

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Agyness

I proudly walked across the stage as part of the Boston University graduation class of 2022. Sure there were another roughly eighteen thousand students who walked across that stage with me but I promise you this, none of them, well maybe one or two others are unique like me.

I say unique because the Commonwealth of Massachusetts, yes Massachusetts is legally a Commonwealth, labeled me as such. It was more than twelve years ago, almost thirteen, that at the age of nine, I was labeled as

unique

. That is what retiring Judge Matthew J Johnson said when I became a ward of the Commonwealth. I will never forget him saying,

'You, Miss Agyness Luan' are unique. You have no parents, no living grandparents, and no blood relatives which the Commonwealth could find. Young Miss Luan', you are unique. This is a challenging case."

Well duh! How is a nine year old girl who just lost her parents and brother in an auto accident less than three weeks ago supposed to act, let alone understand or comprehend life without a family. Of course I am unique.

So I am unique. I am also unique in the fact that at the age of nine, I inherited and possessed a home, which is to be rented out through the trust. I have a trust established, I have a nice car, and I have what I am told is financial security and stability. That being said, I was still a lost nine year old girl who three weeks ago lost everything and everyone who meant anything to me.

It was Miss Betty and two others from the Commonwealth who helped me to be on time for the church service; the three funerals for my father, mother and older brother were all done at the same time. She also assisted with my doctor appointments. It was Miss Betty who promised she would take care of me.

I moved around the first year in and out of five different homes as a foster child. I was always moved as the "parents" defined me as non-communicative, non-participatory, and my favorite, not engaging as an active participant in life.

I shrugged my shoulders and just went along with what Miss Betty said. She was my Case Manager.

When I turned ten I met Colonel Brenda Mason, I was to call her Miss Brenda. She was an older woman, she was single but had a roommate. Her roommate was Miss Lisa. I wasn't dumb you know Miss Brenda and Miss Lisa slept in the same room. Miss Brenda was a retired nurse who had gotten out of the Army and was living in Lexington, MA.

Miss Lisa worked for an investment firm, she was a broker, and was always chatting about retirement and the importance of planning.

I enjoyed living with them; both Miss Brenda and Miss Lisa assisted and guided me through the challenges of being a little girl. When they first spoke with me about going to the doctor and about becoming a mature girl, I wasn't prepared. I had ideas and minimal knowledge as I heard the other foster girls speak about 'it'.

I wasn't prepared; Miss Brenda and Miss Lisa assisted me. They were kind, loving, informational, and mostly supportive.

Miss Brenda is the one who really helped me find my love of the human body and how it works, the mechanics of it, the muscles and joints in constant action, all aligning with fluid motion, what the body can do, what it should do, and its limits and potential.

Miss Brenda always told me that I was destined to be special and one day I would find that special person like she did.

Miss Lisa was not as healthy as Miss Brenda. She wasn't an outdoors or athletic woman but she was smart, and wow, she was impressive. I have my financial future secured because of her. We will chat about that later.

Miss Brenda was really who molded me into the athlete I am. She found my love of running track, of playing softball, and of lacrosse. She taught me more than the coaches I had. But when I received my acceptance letter to her alma mater, I knew I needed to make her proud.

As in high school, I attempted three sports, but my studies wouldn't allow it. I chose to stay with and do my best in Track & Field and Lacrosse. As far as running was concerned, I was not as fast as some but I tried and never quit. When it came to lacrosse, the coach said I was aces, I had tenacity, I had drive, and I had the long winded respiratory capacity to never leave the playing field. Oh, I had a wicked wrist shot as well.

The BU Women's Lacrosse Terriers played with the best of them and I loved it. I was a three year starter and my junior and senior years we were East Region Champs.

Miss Brenda came to every game she could. But as the fall of my junior came upon us, she attended less and less. Her breathing worsened and she wasn't able to come as often when it turned cool or rainy. When I would see her in the stands or have her come see me after a game, I was the happiest ever. Miss Lisa came as often she could but it wasn't as much as Miss Brenda.

I guess I didn't know how sick she really was. She never really told me what all she did in the Army but when she started having those real bad respiratory issues, she came clean and told us both she wouldn't have long to live. We didn't know much about idiopathic pulmonary fibrosis, but we learned quickly and learned how tough it was on Miss Brenda.

On November 23rd, 2021, less than a year ago, Miss Brenda lost her battle with her pulmonary fibrosis. I was practically living on my own anyway. When I turned twenty-one, I received my house from the trust. With Miss Lisa's support and connections, I had it renovated making it almost brand new for me. I never lived in the dorms when I was in college, I lived with Miss Brenda and Miss Lisa but now I had my home.

The shift in things started around Christmas of 2021, which was when Miss Lisa started to seem a bit distant. Though not wanting to ruin Christmas or New Year's, Miss Lisa confided in me at the end of January that she couldn't stay in Massachusetts once Miss Brenda had passed away, California was calling her home. Once Miss Brenda's estate was settled, she moved to Sacramento.

As I returned to my seat, I was wistful yearning for Miss Brenda. I wanted her to be so proud of me. I did it; I walked across that stage receiving my Bachelor's Degree in Kinesiology with minors in Sports and Business Management.

A few hours after the ceremonies, I made my way back to my house and had a nice dinner and a few glasses of wine. I flipped through the latest Om Yoga magazine. I had two days off before I was to be at the studio for work. I wasn't scheduled at the fitness center until next week starting full time as a fitness trainer.

I am truly thankful for Miss Brenda and Miss Lisa. My senior year of college and graduation would have been better with them present. But I understand life can be a brutal and wicked bitch.

I don't know what I ever did to upset Mother Nature, but I swear I will not do it again.

One of the things I was most thankful to Miss Lisa was how she assisted with athletic and academic scholarships and ensured I had minimal loans. As she was moving back to California, she introduced me to Mr. Allen Schwartz. He was a colleague of Miss Lisa's and would handle my accounts moving forward.

I had a meeting with him in three weeks, my semi-annual review. I had postponed the April meeting due to my finals and studies, he understood. I was able to swing by as he needed and signed my tax returns. I acknowledged the trust was intact and agreed to my monthly stipend for the next fiscal year.

Again, thank goodness for Miss Lisa, I would have been homeless and god knows where without her.

I shared with Allen that I would be starting my two jobs and was moving forward with my career. I started focusing on becoming a personal trainer and a yoga instructor. My goal would be one day to have my own studio. It took just shy of two years and at the age of twenty-four, I accumulated the needed hours for my Level-Four RTY.

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Two years later

I looked at my watch as I crossed the finish line, 5:22:49. 'Damn' I mumbled. I was upset with myself. That was the slowest marathon of the three I had run. My left knee was tight most of the race, and because of that, my hip flexor was also screaming at me. I smiled as the hundreds of folks in the area clapped and cheered. The host of volunteers assisted me through the corrals into the cooldown and recovery area. There were families celebrating, friends and loved ones hugging each other.

I made my way through the crowds; I grabbed a bottle of water and a power aide drink, and then walked to the Downtown Crossing T Station. This race sure as hell wouldn't help for looking at the Iron Woman. Shit I wouldn't even come close to qualifying. I promised I wouldn't cry in public but I was close, I was really close.

An hour later, after taking the T to Alewife and the reasonable commute, I made my way home. I was safe and sound without distractions, just wallowing in my poor performance. I finished my shower and decided I needed a soaking in the tub. It felt good. I turned up the volume on my waterproof; pfft it was water resistant speaker. As Chopin started, I dipped my head below the surface of the water soaking my mid back length auburn hair.

I rose up and took a deep breath; it was at this point I just started crying. I had come down from the endorphin high I was on and realized that I walked alone. I walked through the crowds of people who had loved ones waiting for them. I came home to my house, alone. I closed my eyes and let my emotions take over.

An hour later, I sat on my couch staring at the wall. There was a sadness looking back at me from the decorative mirror that hung on the wall. On a day like today, I really miss her, I missed Miss Brenda.

I wasn't the best foster child. She did her best to raise me. She was kind, compassionate and tried to love me. It took me a full year of living with her and Miss Lisa to accept a hug. I think, no I am sure, I should have been nicer to her. I just didn't want to get too close and disappear like my parents and brother did.

Sadly for me, but even worse for Brenda, the first time I told her I loved her was when I kissed her cheek as she took her final breath.

As I looked back in the mirror, I realized it happens, life and death. Miss Brenda left me as did Miss Lisa. The hole in my heart was growing deeper and deeper each passing day. This is why I don't want to get close to anyone; they will just leave me, crushing my soul and my heart.

Isis

I sat on my porch enjoying another April Sunday morning. It was a beautiful morning so far, the sun was rising and just enough to require me to lower the sun shades on my screened porch. I knew it would be a nice day.

I had afternoon tickets to the Wang, part of the symphony spring series. I had already planned dinner near the North End with a stop at Mike's afterwards. I finished a second cup of coffee and walked inside. Felix and Oscar waited inside but were quick from their quilted beds to greet me and remind me it was time for breakfast. The pair of them, Maine Coon cats, are as loving as I would ever want them to be. They were almost enough company, they just didn't appreciate my conversations.

My phone rang and I peered at the caller ID, it was our managing partner, Christine.

"Good morning Christine, I trust your morning is well?" I asked to be as cheerful as possible.

As I listened to her I stumbled slightly and took hold of the kitchen chair, taking a seat. Allen had passed suddenly this morning. She wanted me to know and was calling all of our employees personally.

I offered my assistance and anything his wife would need. I told her I would stop everything to assist and would make myself available for Joanne, his wife. She appreciated that and knew she could rely on me. Arrangements were being made but she had a favor to ask of me.

"Of course, whatever you need." I assured her.

"Tomorrow at four, Miss Agyness Luan' will be arriving for a semi-annual. It was scheduled with Allen. I need your personal touch. Miss Luan' is a unique client. One I do not want looking elsewhere." Her tone was assuring but there was a bit of worry in it.

"Christine, I will start my standard research immediately after feeding my boys."

We exchanged a few more thoughts on two other accounts Allen was spearheading then disconnected the call.

"Wicked fuck Felix, he was only like fifty-five." I said to him as he nudged at my ankle.

I quickly showered and called the Wang Box Office Customer Relations. I explained that I had a work emergency and would want to donate my tickets to my favorite charity, Women's Veterans; they assured me that they could handle it for me. As I was ending the call, the young man spoke, "Miss Tobin, you are a blessing to our community."

I thanked the young man but it really wasn't necessary. I got a cup of coffee to go and headed to the office to start this research.

Thirty minutes later I arrived at the Hancock Building and proceeded to the 17th floor where I jumped into action. Christine had already been in contact with the system administrator and had the password on the Luan' account changed to mine. I took my time reviewing the basics of the account, her background and stopped dead, pausing when I saw the account was established here at the firm by a woman who departed just months before my arrival, when I was transferred from Washington DC.

I thought to call Christine but didn't. I looked through the background and Miss Luan's personal information, learning as much as I could about her before jumping into her portfolios. I paused when I noticed no beneficiaries; there was a 'by law' clause.

I changed tabs in her electronic file seeing her family history. I then found the remainder of her background. Oh! This poor girl, my heart started aching for her.

Agyness

Monday morning at four-thirty I unlocked and prepared to open Jerry's House of Fitness. I worked my way from the back of the house to the front, firing up machines, turning on a few lights, and of course the whole house music system. I wanted a bit of relaxation and calm music before we swung the pendulum to up tempo 'top 40's' eliminating my enjoyment of music for the day. I turned on the London Philharmonic channel letting the building fill with sounds of a concerto of amazing sounds and melodies.

I went through my checklists and then right at four-forty five I unlocked the front door flipping on the exterior light. Adam, one of the other trainers sent a text letting me know he was arriving so I would be frightened when he arrived, he was a kind man and had previously asked me out for coffee but I had declined.

It was four months after I started here when he asked me out. I shook inside nervously admitting to him that I didn't date. I recall that day how our friendship came closer and solidified as workout fanatics. Adam kept me toned, not muscular and I kept him flexible with yoga. A gym match made in heaven.

I thanked Jerry for giving me the early sessions again and made my way to the ladies locker room. Thankfully it was near empty; I could shower and change before heading off to see Mr. Schwartz.

Leaving the fitness center, Adam saw me all dressed, in normal human clothes. He commented on how attractive I was and how the man I was dating was the luckiest man alive. I blushed and told him. "My life was too complicated for dating."

I got to my car and realized my life wasn't too complicated for dating. My challenge is I worked too much, I didn't want to date boys or men nor would I date anyone who either worked or worked out here.

Hell, I don't want to date men; at all.

As for a woman, I wouldn't know how to even approach a woman for a date. The fear or rejection and her leaving me solidified that I really didn't want to date. If, and that is a large if, if I was asked out or if I found the courage to ask a woman out, I truly wouldn't even know how to go on a date.

I did try in college; I went out for a few "girls' nights out" with a few girls from the Lacrosse team. Sure it was enjoyable, it was fun and slightly emotionally satisfying but I always came home alone and explored my body, alone!

Ugh, I was destined to be a white haired, old maid and cat lover. Not that there's anything wrong with cats, I happen to love them, but to care for one or two right now, I am just too busy.

I caught the train heading for my meeting with Mr. Schwartz. I made my way through the streets of downtown Boston. There was a light wind, but it was an absolutely beautiful day. I had overdressed in slacks, a light sweater and a blazer, not knowing what the afternoon would bring. I entered the Hancock Building, made my way up to the 17th floor, signed in at the front desk and had a seat in the lobby waiting for Mr. Schwartz.

I was somewhat taken back when a rather tall, strikingly gorgeous, blonde, and slightly more mature woman, I was guessing in her early forties, came walking out to the lobby. She introduced herself as Miss Tobin. She greeted me and asked that I follow her.

We walked back through the corridors, but instead of turning to the left towards Mr. Schwartz's office, we turned to the right in the hallway. She led us down to a small conference room, where I saw Miss Christine, the managing partner, who I had met previously with Mr. Schwartz and Miss Lisa. She was sitting there waiting for us.

She welcomed me with a soft handshake, and exchanged pleasantries and the greetings of the afternoon. She asked me how I had been doing since Lisa had moved more than two years ago, that made me a bit sad, the loneliness still gets to me at times.

We sat as the conference room door was closed. Miss Christine laid her hands flat on the top of the table and took a deep breath.

"Agyness, I am sorry to be the one to tell you, but Mr. Schwartz passed away suddenly last week. It came to a shock to all of us, and he will be sorely missed." Christine shared.

I saw her nod towards the woman who had welcomed me. "Agyness, I would like to introduce myself. My name is Isis Tobin. Christine has asked that I take over your account as your new financial planner."

This is when Christine spoke up after I looked at her with uncertainty in my eyes. Miss Christine shared with me that they had transferred Miss Tobin from the Washington DC office after Lisa left, and that I would be in her capable hands as she was an extremely successful financial planner. She asked if I had any questions which I did not. She then excused herself and left the conference room where Miss Tobin and I would conduct my semi-annual review.

After thirty minutes, Miss Tobin asked if I had any questions, and I did.

"At our last meeting, Mr. Schwartz and I spoke about my goal. That is to open my own studio in twelve to sixteen months." I hesitated. "We had an area picked out and Joanne, his wife, was going to start looking for locations. I paused looking as Miss Tobin took notes.