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A Woman After My Own Heart	By : AberrantScript Category: +G through L > The Loud House Views: 3876 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 14
- 15
Author's Notes:
Almost a year later, but I hope you all are doing well. Part of me considered writing out a list of reasons why I'm so late, but I could simply just say the past twelve months were some of the hardest in my life. But I survived, and so did this story, and I plan to keep on keeping on. :D
This took a lot of thinking, planning, re-reading, etc. to make. It's a bit overwhelming, I feel, but nearly everything here I believe is important. Consider this chapter a part 1. I already have the next one planned out, though it may take awhile to write it. Obviously, at this point, I won't make any promises on it. Heh.
And I have some news! I'm going to start another fic, and I plan to alternate working on it and this one. I'm hoping that helps me stay focused and motivated. It's a Ronniecoln, high school AU, and the format will be similar to I Am Not a Pervert! So expect some humor, some sexiness, and some teenagers that are so deep in de Nile they're practically scuba-diving! Hahaha, get it!? ;D
What I want to know, regarding this story, is what you guys would like to see. Are there any plot points/holes, characters/ships, or situations that you want to see? Please let me know. And most importantly, I hope you enjoy this chapter~
Disclaimer: The Loud House Copyright Nickelodeon (2019)
Chapter 15: A Wonderful Day
It was a fine Monday morning. The sun was raising slowly over the cityscape; like a groggy employee clinging to their bed as the alarm clock goes off for the fifth time. But things were starting up and moving. People were getting their coffee and reading papers and getting onto the transits.
It was gearing up to be a productive day for everyone. And dear Alfred was one of the first to be up and ready for what the day had in store.
He was set to start his first day as Mrs. Woodhouse's new housekeeper, and he was excited to truly earn his keep and prove he was a good choice for the job.
He put on his classic tailored suit, slightly worn shoes, and got out a bag full of various tools he'd found were nifty to have when dealing with certain rowdy kids.
Like Margaret.
He sighed as he closed his bag and stepped into the hallway.
He hoped she was doing well. He really did. He missed her so much, but if he's lucky, maybe one day their paths will cross once again.
The memory of her fond hugs brought a little smile to his face. And as he was heading down the hallway to start checking on each tenant's apartment, one door opened and a messy mop of blonde bed hair leaned out.
Miss Leni Bennett looked so tired and sleepy, but she hurried out in just her nightgown, threw her arms around him, and whispered in his ear, "You're going to do great today, I just know it!"
Alfred smiled with a little pink blush mark on his cheek as he thanked her and headed down the hall.
Was that a blush mark, or was that lipstick residue from the little kiss Leni bestowed onto his cheek?
His feet felt light and youthful as he knocked on the first door at the end of the hall.
"Housekeeping!"
An old, grouchy man answered the door with a sneer.
"Get lost, hooligan."
Over at the coffee shop, Luna was leaning against the door to Bobby's office with a gaping mouth and bugged eyes.
"No freaking way, dude. There's no way."
Bobby nodded.
"Yeah, they totally did the horizontal tango on the front counter, and I have the proof right here."
He held up a little disc with an evil grin.
"What are you gonna do with it?" Luna asked with her own sinster smile.
Bobby shrugged as he put the evidence back into his desk drawer.
"Eh, probably just mess with them for awhile. It's fun making them self-destruct with embarrassment."
He patted Luna's shoulder as he passed her, heading to the front counter.
"And this will give us enough ammo to keep going for weeks, haha!"
Luna followed him and got out a rag to spit shine the countertop.
Bobby noticed a lack of cups, lids, and-
A lot of things actually.
So, he went to the back and started collecting various things they'd need for the busy day ahead.
The man found himself humming as he pulled out plastic-wrapped stacks of cups.
His mind was wondering, to a pair of blonde women.
His heart stung as he remembered Lori. Holding a cup, he looked inside and imagined her favorite drink inside. He knew it by heart, but what would it matter now? The cup he was holding was empty. Just like his future with her.
Then, he picked up another cup and… he saw another drink swirling in it.
He knew Carol's favorite drink, too. Had it memorized well enough he could probably make it while blindfolded.
He sighed as he took the empty cup and gave it a little jerk; almost as if he was swishing some coffee around inside the cup.
He could have a future with her.
Maybe…
He sat the cup down, and shook his head. Hefting the stacks of cups in his arms, he took off walking toward the counter.
Luna was waiting on him, going through the register to check how many of each bill they had inside.
"Hey, Bobby, we need some fives."
The man nodded and headed for his office, where he'd get some out from a safe.
As she waited, Luna looked down and she could have sworn for a second that wasn't President Washington on the dollar bill, but a sad Sam weeping.
She sighed.
She didn't mean to just… book it. But she was a little shocked. Ok… little isn't enough to describe… that.
The number of things that suddenly hit her brain, overwhelming her in an instant, sent her into flight mode.
Sam was into girls! Luna knew that.
But she had a penis. Luna now knew that.
It wasn't a small one either, which worried Luna.
Like, what if she can't, y'know, please her like the sweet and lovely Sam deserved?
Or, God above, what if Luna tried to pleasure her with her mouth and accidentally bit it off!?
Oh, no…
Her heart was racing, and her limbs were tingling.
Calm down, Lune… you're not gonna do anything stupid like that… hopefully.
Siiigh. She was screwed.
But, come on, she didn't need to worry that much! It's Sam! The girl was an angel!
Sam wanted Luna, that's fairly obvious and it's certainly encouraging.
So, what's the problem?
Man, she didn't know. Just… shocking? Yeah. Overwhelming? Yeah.
And then she ran off and didn't say anything to Sam; just left her alone and-
Yeah, there's also that worry, too. She ran off and Sam probably thought Luna was freaked out by her uniqueness.
Which wasn't the truth!
She just… she needed time to adjust to the developing situation.
No big, right?
Luna checked her phone, and happened to notice there wasn't a message.
Dang it, she really messed up, didn't she?
Well… only one way to find out…
Her fingers typed a short and sweet message.
Hey babe, are you coming for coffee?
There. That didn't sound desperate, clingy, or guilt-ridden, did it?
Luna's arm was itching. Why was it itching? Stop it. Stop!
A few seconds later, her phone dinged and there was an equally short and sweet response waiting for her.
Only if you're the one giving it to me, love.
Luna practically melted onto the counter at that.
So, things were gonna be alright! Luna just needed to stop overthinking it and let their easy friendship and passion guide them into the future.
She was just starting to daydream of what would've happened if she stayed and joined Sam for that shower, when Bobby suddenly tripped and an avalanche of paper cups fell onto the counter and floor.
Looked like the day was starting off well.
"Hey," Bobby suddenly broke the dreamy silence. "Where's Miller? He's late for his shift."
Mr. Grouse was doing what he did every Monday morning: driving around in his old blue car, taking in the same old sights, doing some errands here and there, and watching the various people pass by.
See, if a landlord wants to fill up his apartments, he's gotta scope out the stock and see where some potential bait might be.
That's how he found Summers.
The girl was at a community building trying to find a cheap place to live, as well as a job.
And who happened to pass by in that moment but a goodly old man and a cheap rent?
Of course, with such gracious generosity came a gradually increasing price. Such was the way of the world. It's fair. He scratched her back, and she'd keep scratching his until he was done with her.
It certainly helped that she was attractive. Sure, she had a bit of a dentistry problem, but that's why God created the reverse cowgirl position. That way you can screw a hoe without having to see her overbite.
He liked driving by the courthouse, the hospital, and other centers of community and help. He'd search them out for the most desperate (and good looking) women, and offer them a deal far too good for their despairing hope to ignore.
As he was driving slowly down the streets, casually sipping at his morning coffee, he didn't notice the shadows moving behind him.
He didn't see a pair of jeans shift behind a tree.
His eyes missed the twin pair of dark masks peeking around the corner of an alleyway.
Not that he'd care, mind you.
Because he just saw a desperate pair of big tits carry her newborn into the welfare office, and he was looking forward to extorting those bouncy melons.
Luan was having a dream. One of those comfy, wonderful dreams where she was feeling bad. So, she ran back to the house, tromped her muddy boots into the kitchen. And she tackled her mom's legs. She was so small compared to mom, and she had to look way up to see those kind, brown eyes watching over her.
The barista clung tighter to her mother, hiding her face, her fears, her sadness in the older woman's warmth.
Nothing could touch her as long as she could hold mom.
Luan sighed, blinking her eyes open.
Wait-
Mom was wearing jeans. So, where did the robe come from?
The fluffy fabric rubbed pleasantly on her nose, and she nuzzled deeper into it anyway. Her arms squeezed tighter around this perfect heated pillow.
Then, she heard a grunt, and her eyes opened again.
She leaned back and her eyes exploded.
Those weren't mom's legs she was snuggling.
They were Maggie's big tits.
Damn.
Could she just… lay back into Mystery's generous bosom and go to sleep?
Luan figured she'd try, but right as her cheek touched warm, comfy goodness, her phone started buzzing on the floor beside the airbed.
With a grouchy sigh, she rolled over…
Ah, she forgot there was a Lana-shaped koala clinging onto her back.
She had to pry the girl off her body just so she could reach over and grab the phone. Just in time, too! She answered it on the last buzz.
"Hello?" she answered, groggy and irritable.
Bobby gave her the rundown. Lincoln didn't show up to work, yadda yadda, they were gonna be super busy today, blah blah blah, can you come into work today, etc.
"Yeah, sure."
Obviously, she'd much rather be booby-trapped on her new bed, but she kinda needed the extra hours anyway.
Running a hand down her face, the girl set her phone back down and started trying to shimmy her way over top of Lana.
The young girl suddenly shifted, going into defense mode, and kneed her sister in the stomach.
Luan yelped as she was launched off the bed, and groaned as she crumpled onto the ground.
She rubbed her sore arm and turned to glare at her sister, but the twelve-year-old just snored right in her face.
Luan sighed.
She made quick work of getting up and heading into the restroom. Taking care of business, brushing her hair back into a tight ponytail, and putting on some clothes passable for work, the girl was soon ready to greet the day with a half-smile.
Her bouncy ponytail curled this way and that way as she walked in a hurry from room to room, grabbing all her things. But there was one thing in particular that she just couldn't find!
"Hey, Mags, are you up?" she called from the bedroom.
Maggie had gotten up after Luan went into the bathroom, and she was in the kitchen making a pot of coffee for her favorite swirly-ponytailed bringer of puns.
"Yeah," her voice was a little coarse, but she'd manage until she had her coffee.
"Have you seen my flower?"
Her head poked out from the bedroom doorway, and Maggie gave her a little smile as she pointed at her chest.
The dark-haired girl was still wearing her loose robe. The sash was barely tied, and one half was slipping over a shoulder. She was only "decent" by technical terms…
But the way she was smiling, and the way her finger was crooked and beckoning Luan to come to her revealed the deception.
Luan gulped as her eyes were drawn to Mystery's chest. She could see a few freckles on those slopes, and she kinda wanted to see that robe slide down them like an avalanche crashing against the floor.
She came over within arm's reach.
"So, where is it?" she asked quietly.
Maggie's cheeks blushed as she took a breath and pointed again at her chest.
"I-I think it got lost inside my robe…"
Were they dreaming? This couldn't be a dream, right?
Maggie leaned toward her, letting her robe open up a little more…
"Maybe you should feel around for it?"
Luan's lungs caught, her eyes grew dark, and her hands twitched at her sides.
Was that an invitation to-
Her witty brain was short circuiting.
She wanted to rip that robe off and push Mags against the counter and ravish her neck with kisses.
But Lana was still in the living room, snoring!
"W-we can't, Maggie… what if Lana sees…" her cheeks burning red, and her hands already halfway to Mags' chest.
Maggie didn't back down. She grabbed one of Luan's hands and brought it closer…
"She won't see anything, Lu," she promised with a whisper.
Luan's eyes watched, almost as if she was outside of her own body, as her hand landed onto her girlfriend's left boob. And then those brilliant brown eyes exploded.
"Wow," was all she could say; and Maggie secretly thrilled that their first sexual encounter was so mind-blowing that even her punny barista was at a loss for words.
"Well, Luan, aren't you gonna find your flower in my robe?" the ravenette asked with a low voice.
Luan's eyes, lidded and dark, watched as both of her hands smoothed over that fuzzy fabric. She started parting the robe, and more and more of those freckled boobs were coming into view…
She could almost see her areolae now, and her hands were getting shaky and nervous-
"Can I have more chocolate milk for-"
Luan squeaked, hurrying to slam Maggie's robe closed; turning around and looking at her little sister like she was staring at a frightening ghost.
"LANA!"
The twelve year old jumped back.
"WHAT!?"
Maggie sighed as she tied her sash and moved to the fridge.
Leave it to little sisters to be pussyblocks…
While the two girls were busy arguing over scaring each other half to death-
"WHY ARE YOU BEING SO WEIRD AROUND MAGGIE!?"
"WHY DO YOU SNORE SO LOUD, LANA!?"
"I DO NOT SNORE, YOU SNORE!"
"NO, I DON'T, TAKE THAT BACK!"
-Maggie got out three cups and started preparing their drinks.
She was really beginning to like this casual, motherly routine she was starting.
She could really get used to having mornings together with the Summers girls.
Except for their screaming. She didn't much like that.
"Alright, shut it!" she called to them, making both girls shriek and jump in the air.
Mags sighed as she pointed at the cups on the counter.
Lana ran over to hers, drinking it all before Luan even touched hers.
She threw her arms around Maggie's waist and hugged her tightly.
"Thanks, Maggie!" she called cheerfully, before running into the bedroom to get ready for school.
Luan drank hers slowly beside her Mystery, and when she was done she heard the ravenette laugh.
She turned and tilted her head.
"What's so funny?"
Maggie merely grinned as she stepped in front of her barista.
"You got a milk mustache, sweetie-" Luan's heart skipped. "-but don't worry, I'll get it for you."
Luan was expecting her to grab a paper towel, but Maggie's face was getting closer and closer-
And she melted backward into the counter, barely able to hold herself up, as Maggie's soft lips fell on hers, and her tongue started brushing over her upper lip.
Miss Frost pulled back after a few seconds, and she grinned shyly.
"You taste just like chocolate, Luan."
Luan could barely breathe, could barely see straight; and if it wasn't for Maggie's hands holding her shoulders, then she'd have fallen to the floor.
Maggie leaned closer to her barista, almost pushing her against the counter; and Luan was intimately aware of all those soft, curvy parts of Mags' body pressing into her.
Those mischievous blue eyes glanced at the bedroom door.
Lana had closed it.
Perfect~
She looked into Lu's eyes as she took her weak hand and all-but-shoved it into the robe's cleavage.
She pressed a softer kiss to the older girl's lips, and encouraged her.
"Hurry and find it. You don't want to get caught again."
Luan's whole body was burning up; she was nearly ready to pass out.
Her lively fingers poked around Maggie's boobs, searching deeper and deeper until they found the little pink flower.
She plucked it out from the robe, and Maggie in turn plucked it from her hand.
"Here, let me, Lu~" her voice sounding like honey to Luan's burning-red ears.
Maggie stroked over one of Luan's breasts, giving her just a little squeeze here and there. She put a finger in the shirt pocket and tugged it out, and her other hand dropped the flower inside. Her fingers brushed over the pocket, smoothing it out; and before they left, her fingers slid down, brushing over something a bit hard and aroused inside Luan's shirt.
Blue eyes looked at brown.
And Maggie's lips found Luan's again; the two moaned as they pressed tight together like their world's were going to end any second.
And then Lana was standing by the kitchen and gagging loudly.
"Weeeiiirrrddd!"
Lana was going to meet Lola near the coffee shop, and then the two were going to walk together to the school.
That was the plan anyway.
But things changed when Lola suggested they skip school that day and have some fun.
And while Lana knew she'd get in major trouble, Lola's puppy dog eyes were too great an enemy to defeat.
She gave up with a smiling sigh, and followed Lola.
The two meandered for a bit; neither knowing what to do with their newfound "free day" of school.
Eventually, they found themselves at a park, and they ran to the swing set.
Only one swing was working, and Lola hopped on. Lana was standing behind her, and started pulling her back as far as she could, before giving her a big shove!
And Lola screamed as she flew into the air!
"WOOOO!"
They took turns trying to see who could reach the highest point. Lana swore she made it a few inches higher than her friend, but Lola was very insistent she was full of crap and no way an ant feeder like her was gonna beat out a princess!
Eventually they got bored, however, and they moved to the seesaw.
The fighting spirit was dying down, and the two took turns kicking off the ground. They set a gentle pace that didn't rock either of them too badly.
These two blonde haired girls had only been friends for a handful of days, but as they looked at each other fondly in their eyes… it was almost as if they were twins; as if they'd spent their whole lives together, or separately, and didn't even know it.
Lola smiled.
"You know, for a peasant, you're not half bad."
Lana grinned.
"And for a bratty princess, you're awesome!"
The princess beamed, and her pauper chuckled.
This was how they knew they were just what the other was missing; they could rock back and forth on a simple playground toy and not feel the slightest bit of discomfort and weirdness.
Soon, Lola dismounted and waved at her knight to come follow her to the playhouse in the center of the park.
Lana shook her head at how dorky her best friend's antics were.
The two crawled through tunnels, and climbed ladders, and Lana nearly fell overboard much to Lola's amusement and horror!
The princess sat down in a corner at the highest tower in the castle, and she pulled her knees up to her chest to make room for her knight in shin- ...uh, dirty armor, to sit beside her.
The nearly identical friends grinned at each other and let the mood turn soft and thoughtful.
Lola didn't have anything like this in "real life." No princessy title, no knight, no castle. She had a bossy mom and a distant dad. She was forced to take ballet even though she wanted to draw and paint.
She didn't know why she started telling Lana all of this; it just spilled out from her mouth, and her friend listened.
"I want to be a princess," her eyes were near-watery, but she'd deny she ever cried that day. "I want to decide my own fate like… like Merida and others, and-"
Lana's hand moved to her friend's, and she twined their fingers together. Something warm and familiar to her… but it shocked Lola.
"W-what are you doing?"
Her eyes were almost glaring at their hands.
Lana gave her a reassuring smile.
"Just letting you know I'm here."
Lola blinked, and her cheeks grew a little warm. She wasn't entirely sure if she could trust such a gesture…
But Lana's smile won out, and Lola melted enough that she started telling her what she dreamed of painting in the future.
"-colorful winds in the forest, nightingales on a clock tower, and this HUGE castle made out of solid ice!"
She went on and on and on, her hand relaxing enough that she returned the grip.
Lana just kept on listening and grinning; and the more she learned about this girl, the more she suspected that she'd been one of those lucky people that found her other half.
Her thumb rubbed little circles on the back of Lola's hand as their day passed by in easy conversation, epic tales of knighthood and princessdom, and comforting silence where they both knew they had each other; and they were both free.
Maggie wasn't sure what to do with herself after her two guests left.
Or, rather, roommates was the proper term now.
Wow. Living with her barista. Mmm~
But before she could let her mind wander, she sat down at the kitchen table and considered her options.
Her father's will was to be executed by Friday. That was only four days away. She was set to inherit a decent amount of money. She wasn't entirely sure how much; and she wouldn't put it past her own mother to try and make it as minimal a loss to her own fortune as possible.
It should still be enough to afford some safety for awhile, however.
Maggie could look for a job, though. It wouldn't hurt.
At the very least it would give her something to do. Hmm.
Her skills were all geared toward running businesses. Sure, she could utilize some of that in accounting, or record keeping, or something similar. But she loathed the idea of having to settle for flipping burgers at a fast food drive in.
Maybe it would be best if she got out and walked around for a bit?
Yeah. It'd be best. A little fresh air to help calm her body after the weekend's dramatic events would surely do wonders.
Soon, she was ready for the day and heading out her door. She'd already given Luan a spare key, so she went ahead and locked it.
Maggie didn't pay attention to the housekeeper a few doors down entering a new apartment with a breezy smile.
She did, however, happen to see the Bennetts' door was open. And, since she had to walk past it anyway to get to the elevator, she strolled by and glanced inside.
Leni was already there and waiting at the doorway with a smile as Miss Frost tried to sneak by.
"Hi! I don't think we've really met, have we?"
The older, blonde woman's smile was disarming, and Maggie found she had no defense against it.
She was ushered inside to the living room couch; where Leni sat on one end with a big smile and pleasant greetings, and Maggie sat on the other end with an awkward pose and nodding when appropriate.
"So, you're new here, right? Mrs. Woodhouse kinda… let it slip that you were new. And that you were totes nice!"
Maggie gave a little smile.
"Yeah, I'm new. I'm your neighbor, it seems. You're really nice…?"
"Oh! Leni Bennett! But you can just call me Leni! What's your name, Maggie?"
Maggie chuckled as Leni just smiled patiently with a warm and open manner. It really did feel safe here with just her around to talk to.
"Well, Leni, my name is Margaret Frost, but you may call me Maggie." Mags is reserved for sexy ponytailed baristas after all.
"Oh, that's such a pretty name!"
Leni talked her ear off, but it was pleasant company to pass the day away.
In the late morning, Leni's older twin sister, Carol came home, and the three were idly chatting away in the living room until it was time for lunch.
The cue to leave came when Carol's stomach growled, and Leni teased her about it.
Maggie could tell something was strained between the two, but it wasn't her place to ask.
Leni did offer, though, for the three of them to go to the coffee shop for lunch.
And Margaret for sure noticed Carol's sudden stiffness.
"Come on, Carol, it'd be nice to see him again."
Oh, so she's having boy troubles?
Carol seemed shy about it in front of company, however. She wouldn't reply with more than a handful of words.
Right when Maggie was ready to get up and excuse herself to leave, Carol relented.
And now, five minutes later, the three were out on the sidewalks, heading toward the coffee shop.
The sun was out and smiling down on the two golden-haired twins; and Maggie found the day was truly going to be wonderful.
That sun wasn't just smiling on innocence and delight; but also on curious shades that drifted too swiftly to be mere shadows.
Darting down one alleyway, taking a shortcut to cross over to the next street, two pairs of jeans, two dark jackets, and two masks slipped over a fence and sprinted across a parking lot.
Almost like dark blots on the otherwise dull and grey asphalt, two teenagers were hiding behind a minivan.
Waiting.
Only their breaths could be heard, only their beating hearts could be felt; as their eyes searched through narrow slits…
There.
A blue car turned around the corner.
One shadow grinned to its partner.
"He's on schedule."
As the sun moved in the daytime sky, the shades trailed after the moving vehicle.
And much like the untouchable objects they were mimicking, no obstacle could make them veer off course.
They watched as that car entered a parking garage, and it turned to head deeper into the ground.
And one shadow smiled at the other as they left the sun's gaze and entered the unseen darkness in the building's depths.
They crept until they found two cages covered in black cloth.
And a backpack was tossed onto the ground and opened to let out the fresh smell of bleeding meat.
Headlights were approaching, and soon it would be time.
Francisco walked to school prepared. He had a ten pack in his backpack and he was sorta mentally ready to face this fine Monday morning.
Or at least he thought he was.
That was before a hand suddenly grabbed him around the neck and jerked him around the side of the school.
His huge eyes calmed when he saw Lynn's grinning face.
He saw this towel laying on the grass behind a few bushes. Not really an ideal place to, uh, oh geez…
She wasn't giving him enough time to even think! She was already kissing him senseless!
Her fingers were undoing his pants and yanking them down as she laid back on the towel. His hands were roaming over her shoulders and down her chest and giving her a few squeezes, making her moan, causing her lithely legs to wrap around his waist and tug his groin against hers.
Fuck, they were so quick, so insistent, he nearly forget to grab one…
His dick was poised and ready to strike. Lynn was looking at him with her lidded, fiery eyes.
"Do it, Ortega. Fuck me. I know you want to."
And, well, she wasn't wrong, but-
An incredibly tiny voice screamed in his head that it would be a marvelous idea to check his backpack for something.
And soon he had a condom wrapper in his hand, and he nearly smacked his forehead at how stupid he almost was.
Lynn's grin was dripping with lecherous sin.
"You really did wanna screw me raw, fucking wow!"
While his face burned, his fingers hurried to apply the condom, hoping he paid enough attention in health class to remember all the finer details of sausage wrapping.
Lynn purred as her freshly gift-wrapped present was laid at her mantle.
"Mmm, don't hold back-" she was looking straight into his eyes as her hand guided his dick to the right spot. "-Give me everything you got."
And, fuuuck, he didn't hold back a single thrust; and she didn't silence a single pleasurable moan.
They got a little dirty in the grass, and really dirty with each other.
Not an ideal locale for a first time experience, but it was one that those two would remember forever.
Not that Lynn intended to stop with just the one.
After she found out he had nine little dudes left, she made it her personal mission to use up his supply before the closing bell rang.
She snagged him for a quickie in the janitor's closet before lunch.
She snuck under the table during lunch to suck him off for the first time; but she didn't let him release. Lynn purposely edged him, and then wiggled her butt as she walked away.
The way he sprinted after her, down the halls, and finally cornering her in the girl's bathroom stall (the broken one that wouldn't latch, making the whole event extremely risky) made her heart race like no sport ever could.
History class made everyone fall asleep, and the teach never looked away from the chalkboard. So, Lynn unsurprisingly took the opportunity to sit on his lap, still facing the board like the good student she was, and slowly rode her boyfriend-turned-apex lover so a beautiful, intimate climax as he held her around the waist.
And finally, sometime shortly after the bell rang, the two were locking lips beside a tree. Lynn's arms were around his neck, her legs around his waist; his hands were on her ass, holding her up, and his dick was growing incredibly comfortable inside her vagina.
They pulled their mouths apart, wet and sticky, and Lynn didn't know what came over her.
She said the L word.
"I think I… I lo- like you, Ortega."
The boy heard her near slip, but even just hearing that his long time crush not only wanted him but liked him (and probably loved him, too, if she wasn't too proud and embarrassed to admit it).
"I like you, too, Miller," he replied with a grin.
They both felt his climax approaching, and her thin hips wiggled harder against him as he held her to the tree.
"Mmm, I think your dick likes me, too." She was looking into his eyes again. God, he'd get lost in those puppies easy. "Give it to me, Ortega."
He gave it to her alright; his self, his love… his everything.
Luna's day wasn't too bad. The morning was busy, which was a good thing. Luan popped in, and that certainly helped things out. She personally loved it when her best friend was around. It made things feel like old times again; gave her a sense of calm and grounding.
That wouldn't stop her mind from wandering, however.
It's truly amazing how often the human brain can re-walk the exact same trail of thinking in the few short hours in which Luna had dwelt on Sam and her little friend.
Not-so-little friend, Luna reminded herself with a faux-casual mental shrug.
Her mind scurried around every little place one would expect it to go.
Could she satisfy Sam?
Would it hurt?
Was Sam able to make her pregnant?
Did Sam even want to… stick it in Luna?
It helped little to obsess over these things in a swirling vortex of endless quandaries that she couldn't answer alone. She needed to talk to Sam and get her input on it all.
But where was she!?
Shouldn't Sam have come in by now!?
Oh, God, what if Luna ruined everything!? What if she ran off her love before they even had a chance to do anything!? What if- WHAT IF!?
"Luna, breathe, you're shaking," said Luan, walking behind the counter to pat her friend's back.
The older girl's hands were gripping the cash register so tight they were turning pale and clammy.
She took in a breath, let it out, repeating it until she was beginning to calm down.
Her mind focused on the soothing feeling of that hand rubbing her up and down her spine.
Luna let out a sigh and stared down at the register. She consciously loosened her grip, wincing at how stiff her joints felt in her hands.
Luan's eyes fretted over the woman, her hands running down Luna's arms.
"What's wrong, Lune?"
The girl sighed, but she didn't even consider hiding it. No one was around anyway. Bobby was in the office, their seating area was empty, and Francisco wasn't due to start his shift for another hour or so.
"It's Sam, she-"
"No, did things not work out?"
Luna smiled at her friend.
"Things went great. The movie was fantastic, and then we danced on a sidewalk, sung together, talked…" she was a little flushed now. "We shared a few kisses, and then…"
Luan's brows furrowed. None of that sounded bad at all, unless-
"And then, I took her back to my apartment, and-"
Oh, poor Luna, what did Sam do to you?
Luna's throat felt a little scratchy, but she fought it. This was a safe zone after all. It's not like something crazy was gonna happen if she revealed a certain… thing to Luan.
"We only cuddled and kissed, and it felt amazing waking up with her in my arms."
The woman went quiet, and that prompted Luan to poke her friend in the arm.
"What happened to make you so down in the dumps?"
Luna sighed, looking off to the side for a few seconds before returning her gaze to her friend's gentle smile.
"I offered to take a shower with her since things were going so well and… I thought it would help with some nervous jitters later on… you know?"
Luan was blushing just a little, but she nodded anyway.
Yeah, she knew about having nervous jitters about having sex with a best girl now, didn't she?
Luna sighed, "That's when I saw it. I can't believe I didn't notice it before, but… I'll admit I was shocked, and confused, and… I got overwhelmed, and I ran for it. Bloody ran for the hills."
She shook her head, staring at that same broken button on the register.
Meanwhile, Luan was lost.
"What did you see? What was it, a birthmark or something? Luna, I never thought you'd-"
Luna interrupted her with a shake of her head.
"She doesn't have a vag, Luan."
Luan's face screwed up in more confusion. It would've been comical if Luna wasn't such a ball of nerves at the moment.
"I don't understand-"
"She was born with a penis," Luan's face showed her sudden realization at the perhaps-obvious answer. "But she has boobs, very little hair, and a feminine voice."
Luan turned her eyes from her friend to a few random, non-specific places around the shop.
"Wow."
Luna nodded, still staring at the cracked button like it held the answer to life's most pressing questions.
"Yup."
Luan turned back to her.
"So, what has you so ups-"
"I ran, Luan!" Luna didn't mean to sound so emotional; it just escaped before she realized it.
"I ran and didn't tell her anything until this morning!"
Luna wouldn't give her a moment's opportunity to butt in, however.
"It's not like it matters anyway. I'll probably screw everything up again. I'll bite her dick off, or suddenly develop vaginismus if she tries to stick it in. I'll wreck her life just like I ruined-"
Luna's brown eyes were staring into those of her friend's.
And if she looked hard enough, she swore she could still see smoldering flames and wispy pieces of ash caught in the breeze.
She turned away, feeling a few tears run down her cheek as she braced herself on the register again.
Luan's mind was wrought with sudden memories, but she pushed them down as well as she could to step behind her best friend, wrap her arms around her waist, lay her head on Luna's spine, and squeeze her until Luna's tears went away.
The beauty of the mid-afternoon is that no one ever came in for coffee or snacks at that time. It was normally utilized for cleaning the tables and floor, restocking cups, and checking the machines.
The younger woman started humming a song against her friend's back, and Luna listened and felt the melody soothing her anxious body; a rhythm that told her without words that every little thing's gonna be alright.
By the time Bobby ventured from his office, he saw the two women were back to cleaning the counters and tables. And he smiled as he saw how hardworking they were.
Right as he took his place at the register, a trio of ne'er do wells pressed open the doors and walked inside.
Miss Leni Bennett was standing at the front, with a very generous smile on her face.
"Hi, Bobby!" she called out to him, halfway from door to register.
The man couldn't help but smile and call back, "Hey, Leni, how are you?"
The young blonde bounced over to the register, teetering on her tippy toes, her hands folded behind her back.
She looked like she was hiding a dirty secret, but her sunny demeanor ruined the sinister effect.
"I'm doing good~ I'd like a-"
One super sweet, fruity, seasonal, experimental order combination later… Maggie was next, and she politely ordered something, thankfully, much simpler.
And then, Carol was standing in front of him.
The two's eyes were meeting, almost shyly, and their hands were itching to reach out.
Carol looked away, her cheeks starting to burn. She gave her order quickly, and then she was reaching into her wallet for some money.
She handed a few bills to him, and as his hand brushed over hers…
She sighed. His hands were just as rough as she remembered them, but still yet they were gentle and warm in a way that left her wanting more.
More of his touch.
She told him to keep her change as a tip, and then hurried off to her special table where she could hide inside a book.
Maggie and Leni were already there and waiting for her.
Leni could talk endlessly by herself; nearly the complete opposite of her sister. But it worked like a charm for the twins. Both could pass the time how they wanted to; and since neither minded the strange habits of the other, they could pass it in comfortable ease.
Maggie, however, made things interesting.
Leni wasn't talking about her day, or the various online shoppers she dealt with, or even about her new friend (older man and potential love interest, Carol's shipping instincts supplied to her mind).
Rather she was asking the younger girl some questions, and the ravenette was answering them patiently.
Simple questions about what she liked to do for a hobby; what she liked most about Luan; what was her favorite color; how cute did she think Luan was; was she a cat person or a dog person; and what did she think about Luan as a person?
Carol smiled bemusedly as she watched it all unfold before her, but once she realized Maggie was starting to get a little skittish, she finally stepped in and drew Leni's attention to herself.
"Why don't you let the lovebird yearn for her dove, and you focus on your drink for a bit?"
Leni frowned for a moment, wondering where the cute birds were. But she didn't have to wait long before Luan brought out three drinks.
The blondes smiled and thanked their barista for safely delivering their cherished goods.
But Maggie didn't say anything.
Leni watched as Luan leaned down and whispered something into the dark-haired girl's ear, causing her to blush hotly; aaand she also noticed a sticky note on her cup!
So… while everyone was busy, and since her curiosity was piqued, it wouldn't hurt to peek, would it?
She leaned over and smiled.
It was a picture of two little smiling coffee cups!
And one was telling the other: You're such a hot tea, I bet you could keep me awake all night~
She furrowed her eyebrows.
Why did Luan write that down for Maggie? It didn't make sense. She wasn't a hot tea, she was a human.
Leni turned to Carol, the smartest person she knew, and tried to whisper her confusion; but Maggie ended up hearing it and burned up to a crisp.
"Leni!" Carol was gonna chastise her for being so nosy, but her sister pouted fiercely.
"I'm sorry, I got curious, and I don't understand. Maggie's isn't a hot tea, she's a person!"
Maggie held her face in her hands, while Carol tried to figure out a way to not only handle the obvious news that Luan was passing love notes (sexy love notes, apparently) to her beau at work, but also to satisfy Leni without revealing Luan's less than innocent actions.
Luan didn't know what was going on over at the Bennetts' usual table.
She was too busy getting more drinks ready for a sudden flood of customers.
But she had on a goofy smile, and her heart had this nice, warm fluttery sensation, and her hands had this little nervous itch that she suspected would only go away once they had a Mystery-shaped object in their grasp~
The day started out a bit rough, but all in all…
It was a wonderful day.
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