Prologue:
This Billyslate Story is a 2-Part Slowburn Lesbian Love and Romance tale.
When children are a key part of the storyline, there's minimal sexual activity if they're close by. Also, generally, there's little or no alcohol consumed when children are present.
All descriptive sex in this story is lesbian, with young ladies aged
21
and older. Some explicit lesbian sexual actions occasionally feature a strong, but loving woman as the definite
TOP
. She controls the action along with playful and sometimes firm spanking.
This
57
th
and all Billyslate stories are
100% Fiction
in every aspect.
Edited By Billyslate
/Grammarly
Enjoy
A SUNDAY DRIVE:
REELIN
POV
We're on a Sunday drive from Charleston, SC down State Hwy 171S towards Folly Beach. It's a short 15-minute/6.6-mile drive with numerous public areas along the way to stop and enjoy a nice picnic lunch.
I'm Reelin Carlie Walters-26, riding shotgun, with Dad Ryan Allen-53 driving, and Mom Frances Anne-51 in the rear.
Mom sits quietly, smiling as she's done for the past 12 years when I'm a
High School Fresher
. She has an unusual or rare emotional/speech issue with some type(s) of
Selective Mutism
and doesn't talk with strangers or in group settings. Sometimes, she doesn't speak even when Dad and I are alone with her.
Dad is a Senior-Level Business Executive who travels frequently for 2 to 3-week pops. Living in
Harleston Village
a nice but expensive area of downtown Charleston, we need Dad's income, although his frequent travel has sometimes been a
Pain In The Rear
for me.
Since Mom doesn't talk much, especially to strangers, Dad, Me or a paid companion must be with her when she leaves our home. Mom's symptoms start when I'm a high school fresher, and worsen dramatically until my junior year, finally stabilizing.
So, at age 26, I haven't had much of a social life. It's awkward bringing friends home to a Mom who doesn't/won't talk with them. So my normal social life has been mostly Mom and Dad, and an occasional paid home-service companion.
I wasn't active in any High School activities, however a Strait A/4.00 GPA student. I didn't attend any Proms, Class trips, Athletic games, or other social functions during my entire, Jr. & Sr. High School and College years.
Our home has a top-level gym, with a sauna and steam room, so I've always been in excellent shape with a firm n fit body.
Standing 5' 9", with long shapely legs, weighing 120lbs, a green-eyed redhead, and heavy C-cup boobs, I'm truly a hottie. However, my hotness is wasted, being stuck at home 95% of the time for the past 14 years.
I'm an independent Graphic Design Consultant (
Publication and Typographic
), graduating at age 21, from the
Savannah College of Art and Design
(
SCAD
) online, and mostly work from my home office.
I earned a dual Master of Art (
Painting
) and Master of Art (
Design Management
) degree(s) from
SCAD
, in four years! Nearly 90% of my curriculum is online, with the college allowing me to attend classes on campus when Dad's home. This is easily doable with Savannah being a 100-mile/2-hour drive from Charleston.
I'm a good portrait artist, but my primary focus is on landscapes, with the many beaches, parks, quaint villages, and waterworks in Metro Charleston.
Until my 26
th
birthday, I live a mundane but happy life, knowing my Mom cares for and loves me dearly before this rare
Selective Mutism
illness lands explosively in her lap.
Although Dad earns big bucks as a Senior Corporate Exec, growing up Mom never used a Nanny to care for me. She hires cleaning and grounds service for our huge home, but prepares all of our family meals and does most other general household tasks.
She's fully a hands-on Mom, rearing me her only biological child. So I gladly return her love by giving up all social life when she becomes mentally n emotionally selectively mute when I'm 12, until now, at age 26.
***
A SPARK IN MY LIFE
While eating lunch at a Pier restaurant, I feel someone intently watching me but looking up, I only glimpse a head of glossy raven-black hair. So, I return to my sketchbook, doodling as usual when I have a brief break from spending time with Mom.
Dad's home for a week before leaving on a 3-week Asian/South Pacific business trip, so I have a few days of freedom. We usually eat supper as a family, so I often shop, catch the sights, and eat lunch/brunch on the Pier, when on my own.
We mostly use an online shopping and delivery service for groceries and other needed household items. My preferred company has a young Black American, Jeffery (
Jeff
) Amos Doyle who routinely delivers our orders. He's a nice quiet person who talks a bit slowly, carefully choosing his words so he may be minimally retarded.
Mom smiles widely when he brings our orders, signaling she likes Jeff and is relaxed around him. I often chat with Jeff, thinking he purposely sets our orders up as his last delivery because we treat him kindly. So, I think of inviting him in for a cool drink or tea after one of his evening deliveries.
After many orders and brief talks learning Jeff doesn't work most mornings, I invite him for breakfast. He's so thankful and polite at our home, and Mom's truly taken with him.
After a few more breakfasts with Jeff, I speak with the delivery service owner and Dad. We all agree he will be a perfect companion for Mom so, we quickly upgrade the Coach House into a 4-room apartment where Jeff now lives. He frequently takes Mom out and about in the downtown area, giving me more time for painting.
***
Lunching at the Pier later in the week, I get the same feeling of being watched, again seeing a flash of glossy raven-black hair when I look up.
Dad leaves on his Asian/SP travel, so life settles back into my routine, working on two contract projects.
Researching information on one work item, I notice an announcement of Charleston being in the mix for hosting a Western Hemisphere, LVMH Group (
Louis Vuitton-Moët-Hennessy
) distributors/sales meeting away from the hustle n bustle of their NYC HQ.
Rumor has it that LVMH is also considering building an FDA-Level QC Testing Center in the host city selected for the distributors'/sales meeting.
So I mentally file this
Gem
away, for a potential business opportunity. My Graphic Design consulting business is flush with cash, but one can always use more paying customers in this business-driven environment,
Dad's been away two weeks and Mom's a little antsy, wanting to get out of the house on a girls' day. So, I take her for a long lunch at my favorite Pier restaurant, relaxing with a glass of wine before ordering.
Mom's happy looking around and smiling widely, but not saying much when her eyes suddenly furrow and she squeals, "
Oh My
!" stunning me.
Then a soft voice off to my left says, "Excuse me, I'm Dyani Mae Begay and you seem familiar, do we know each other?" having long raven-black hair and piercing bright grey eyes.
Looking closely at her, something clicks with her eyes, but I don't know what exactly. I introduce myself, "I'm Reelin C Walters, and my Mom's, Frances. Something about your eyes jolts my memory, but to my knowledge, I don't think we've previously met."
She dresses glamorously so I smile, "Please join Mom and me for a glass of wine and lunch if you like, and we can learn more about ourselves.
I describe my life the same as earlier in this story, adding more details about my Graphic Design business for the past 5-years.
Interest flickers in Dyani's eyes, and she quickly glances at Mom, who smiles sweetly. So, I explain more about Mom's 15 years of emotional n speech issues, my main reason for studying Graphic Design versus Architecture.
Dyani seems to ponder, "I work for the
LVMH
Group, focusing primarily on the cosmetics product lines. At my boss's direction, I visited Charleston twice earlier this month to research our company holding a Western Hemisphere sales and distributors meeting here.
"I lived in Charleston for 3 years in my pre-teens, which is why she asks me. However, most everything has dramatically changed since I left 15 years ago at age 12, so it's like starting at ground zero."
Looking at her watch, "Oh my gosh Reelin, I've got to finish my Pier visit quickly, as I'm flying back to Paris at Midnight. Let's exchange business cards, and continue our interesting conversation by email and phone."
Saying goodbye to Dyani, and it's fun meeting someone new who lives in France. I promise to think more about why we both seem to dimly recognize each other and maybe it was when she lived in Charleston as an adolescent.
***
During the next month, Dyani and I, communicate several times each week. We're intensely trying to decipher why both of us feel that we know each other, from a previous time in our lives.
Today she informs me her boss is requesting more details about the Charleston business community, so she's coming back and staying another week early next month.
I jump in quickly, asking her to choose the 2
nd
week if possible since my Dad will be home, and I can be her tour guide for work and fun. I also invite her to bunk in our very nice,
Ensuite Guest Bedroom
centrally located in Harleston Village, downtown Charleston.
Settling on a time for Dyani's Charleston visit, we're very excited with plans to meet up again soon. Feeling a connection to her that I don't truly understand, I keep researching the elementary school we attend, her in the 4
th
grade, and me in the 3
rd
.
Getting administrative approval I visit the primary school and view electronically saved hallway video photos. I identify four photos from the 3-year period which may include us. Tossing one photo as inconclusive, I excitedly email Dyani, including 3-photos as attachments.
A few hours later, she replies saying thanks, but she wants to talk with me about a problem. I'm surprised, expecting her to be ecstatic about me finding the photos, which I'm certain include us.
Catching my breath, "Oh No Dyani! You're canceling the Charleston visit?"
She giggles, "
