Wherever the Dandelion Falls by Lily R. Mason
Authors: Lily R. Mason
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Literature & Fiction, Gay & Lesbian, Genre Fiction, Contemporary Fiction, Contemporary Women, Women's Fiction, Teen & Young Adult, Lesbian
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down. I was being paid to be a fantasy object, and fantasy objects weren't supposed to be tough negotiators. So, for the first time in my life, I consciously slipped into being Violet. My smile grew coy and I leaned toward him, pressing my arms into my torso so they accentuated my cleavage.
"Yeah," I hummed, making my voice airier. "When do you want to start?"
Chapter 4: Jezebel
We made it a few blocks down the street, successfully dodging all the wedges of pavement that threatened to trip drunk idiots like us. Faye halted in front of a metal gate and wrestled around in her bag before she produced her keys. She opened the gate, then the door, keys noisy as she leaned forward too far. The door banged against the wall as it flew open.
She ushered me up a long, narrow staircase and into an equally narrow hallway. From there we walked down the corridor until we reached apartment 206. She unlocked the door to her apartment and then paused with it cracked open. "It's kinda messy."
"It's okay," I said, peering into a tiny studio cluttered with piles of laundry, towers of books, and stacks of dishes in the sink.
"Here, just-" Faye held her hand up, preventing me from coming in. "Hold on."
She walked in and shut the door, leaving me in the hall. As I stood listening to Faye shuffling and bumping around, I felt myself rock to the side. I steadied myself on the wall and blinked, then opened my eyes wide to try to sober up. I had to keep my shit together if I was going to be any good for Faye.
After a few minutes the door flew open again.
“ Sorry 'bout that,” Faye said, tucking her hair behind her ears. “Come in.”
I entered and saw that Faye had strategically grouped the laundry and shoved some of it under the bed and into a doorless closet. The dishes were stacked slightly less haphazardly and the curtains had been closed. The queen bed was the biggest thing in the room, with a desk and a chair and a bookshelf paneling one wall, the kitchenette with its mini-fridge, standard sink and hotplate in a nook next to the bathroom. Despite Faye's efforts, the place was a mess.
"S'nice," I said. "I like your pictures." I pointed to a row of framed photos on a shelf.
"Oh," Faye said, seeming embarrassed. "Those are old. Can I get you a drink?"
"Water."
"Good idea." Faye walked over to the sink and took out a glass, inspecting it to make sure it was clean before filling it from the tap. She took out another glass and filled it before carrying both over to me.
When I had drained the glass, I looked up and watched as Faye drank her water. She drank so beautifully. Her throat moved in graceful pulses with each swallow. She had a nice throat. Her skin was so smooth and soft, and I was sure it would taste good...
As soon as Faye lowered the glass, we locked eyes.
Her lips were so beautiful and full and water from the glass was making them glisten. I stepped forward and paused just long enough for Faye to move before lowering my lips to hers.
It felt like a giant exhale. Hours of drinking and talking and flirting and trying to say the right thing had led up to this. We both wanted this. I had to remind myself not to undress immediately, I was so eager to feel close to this beautiful girl.
But then it was her pushing me towards the bed. I tried not to stumble as I walked backwards, my calves hitting the bed frame. I bent backwards, Faye's sloppy kisses pressing my neck back. I arched my eyebrows, happy and surprised at her enthusiasm.
Faye pulled away for a moment. "This okay?" she gasped, looking at me hungrily. It was as if something had come uncorked from her and now all her lust was tumbling out.
"Yeah," I gasped back, grasping at Faye's back.
Faye attached her mouth to mine again and we toppled onto the bed. The comforter folded under my back, creating a ridge, but I ignored it as I adjusted to Faye's weight on top of me. Her lips were so delicious and soft and wet and they were all over my neck and jaw. I
"Yeah," I hummed, making my voice airier. "When do you want to start?"
Chapter 4: Jezebel
We made it a few blocks down the street, successfully dodging all the wedges of pavement that threatened to trip drunk idiots like us. Faye halted in front of a metal gate and wrestled around in her bag before she produced her keys. She opened the gate, then the door, keys noisy as she leaned forward too far. The door banged against the wall as it flew open.
She ushered me up a long, narrow staircase and into an equally narrow hallway. From there we walked down the corridor until we reached apartment 206. She unlocked the door to her apartment and then paused with it cracked open. "It's kinda messy."
"It's okay," I said, peering into a tiny studio cluttered with piles of laundry, towers of books, and stacks of dishes in the sink.
"Here, just-" Faye held her hand up, preventing me from coming in. "Hold on."
She walked in and shut the door, leaving me in the hall. As I stood listening to Faye shuffling and bumping around, I felt myself rock to the side. I steadied myself on the wall and blinked, then opened my eyes wide to try to sober up. I had to keep my shit together if I was going to be any good for Faye.
After a few minutes the door flew open again.
“ Sorry 'bout that,” Faye said, tucking her hair behind her ears. “Come in.”
I entered and saw that Faye had strategically grouped the laundry and shoved some of it under the bed and into a doorless closet. The dishes were stacked slightly less haphazardly and the curtains had been closed. The queen bed was the biggest thing in the room, with a desk and a chair and a bookshelf paneling one wall, the kitchenette with its mini-fridge, standard sink and hotplate in a nook next to the bathroom. Despite Faye's efforts, the place was a mess.
"S'nice," I said. "I like your pictures." I pointed to a row of framed photos on a shelf.
"Oh," Faye said, seeming embarrassed. "Those are old. Can I get you a drink?"
"Water."
"Good idea." Faye walked over to the sink and took out a glass, inspecting it to make sure it was clean before filling it from the tap. She took out another glass and filled it before carrying both over to me.
When I had drained the glass, I looked up and watched as Faye drank her water. She drank so beautifully. Her throat moved in graceful pulses with each swallow. She had a nice throat. Her skin was so smooth and soft, and I was sure it would taste good...
As soon as Faye lowered the glass, we locked eyes.
Her lips were so beautiful and full and water from the glass was making them glisten. I stepped forward and paused just long enough for Faye to move before lowering my lips to hers.
It felt like a giant exhale. Hours of drinking and talking and flirting and trying to say the right thing had led up to this. We both wanted this. I had to remind myself not to undress immediately, I was so eager to feel close to this beautiful girl.
But then it was her pushing me towards the bed. I tried not to stumble as I walked backwards, my calves hitting the bed frame. I bent backwards, Faye's sloppy kisses pressing my neck back. I arched my eyebrows, happy and surprised at her enthusiasm.
Faye pulled away for a moment. "This okay?" she gasped, looking at me hungrily. It was as if something had come uncorked from her and now all her lust was tumbling out.
"Yeah," I gasped back, grasping at Faye's back.
Faye attached her mouth to mine again and we toppled onto the bed. The comforter folded under my back, creating a ridge, but I ignored it as I adjusted to Faye's weight on top of me. Her lips were so delicious and soft and wet and they were all over my neck and jaw. I
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