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“Your father's right, honey. It is best that he does what he has to do. You never know, he may go pro sooner than you think.”
Lena knew that her parents were right, but she didn't want to admit it yet.
“Okay, okay, fine. I understand what you all are saying, but I still wish he was here with me. I could have gone on to Atlanta to be with my friends if I would have known that.”
“Well, baby, why don't you? We can live without having you for Christmas Day. If you want to be with your friends, you can go. Just call and get a ticket.”
Lena's eyes lit up. The idea of joining Denise in Atlanta had been on her mind for a while. She actually realized that Brandon not coming was a blessing in disguise.
“Thank you, Mother.” She kissed her mother then kissed her father. She ran upstairs to make the arrangements.
Chapter 13
Cooley woke up Christmas morning with two lovely ladies next to her. She smiled as she thought about the wild night she had the night before. Denise and Cooley had headed to Atlanta Nights, a local hot lesbian club that they looked up on the Internet. When they walked in they were completely amazed by the atmosphere.
Completely different from the Memphis black club, Atlanta Nights was a mixed crowd of beautiful women, studs, and those in between. There were a lot more feminine women dating other feminine women, something that wasn't seen in Memphis. Memphis was very into the roles—Femmes date studs. In Atlanta there were a lot of women who could pass for either stud or femme.
Immediately Cooley and Denise were approached by many girls. Denise met a girl named Janice and spent the majority of the night getting to know her.
Cooley decided to play the field to see what she could come up on. Soon she struck gold as two beautiful femmes approached her.
“Hey, sexy, you look like you're down for a good time,” the darker of the two, Michelle, said to Cooley while rubbing on her nipple.
“Maybe I am; what you got to offer?” Cooley looked at the girl. Her breasts were perky, just like Cooley liked them. But something about the other girl struck Cooley more. She wasn't as aggressive as Michelle.
“Well, we have a suite at the Westin. Are you down to join me and my girl?” Michelle asked Cooley.
The other girl smiled at Cooley, which was what Cooley was waiting on.
“Dig that then.” Cooley headed to the car and grabbed her overnight bag. She knew to pack it, 'cause she didn't plan on making it back to Lena's house that night. She said good-bye to Denise, and they headed to the hotel.
Michelle opened the door to the room and instantly started to undress. The other girl, whose name was Sahara, poured them all some champagne.
“Okay, Cooley, there is only one rule. Fuck the shit out of both of us, but there is no kissing me or my baby, okay,” Michelle said to Cooley.
“It's all good. I am not a kisser anyway, boo,” Cooley said as she took the champagne from Sahara.
Their eyes met. Cooley was really feeling something about Sahara, and Michelle noticed the looks in both of their faces.
“Baby, come here.” Michelle motioned for Sahara to join her on the bed.
Cooley took a seat on the couch that was in the room and sipped her champagne.
Sahara made her way to the bed. Michelle started to undress her.
Cooley was very impressed by Sahara; she had the better body of the two. Her skin was smooth; she had a small tattoo in the middle of her back, and it said
Michelle
.
Michelle laid Sahara on the bed and started to please her orally. Cooley couldn't take her eyes off of Sahara. She was making faces of pleasure, and Cooley wondered what faces she would make for her.
Cooley unpacked her bag and strapped up. “Mind if I get a taste?” Cooley asked Sahara.
Michelle answered for her. “Only if I can ride while you do it.” She pulled Cooley on the bed and straddled the strap on.
Sahara positioned herself on top of Cooley's face. Cooley went to work. She wanted to give Sahara some of the best head she could ever get.
“Ohh,” Sahara let out moans of pleasure.
Michelle was also moaning, as she rode Cooley. Cooley didn't realize that Michelle was even back there; she was too into pleasing Sahara. Sahara was moaning like crazy.
Michelle suddenly got off of Cooley. “Damn, if you got her moaning like that, I want to see just how good that head is.” She lay down on the bed next to Cooley, who was still pleasing Sahara. Both were in their own world. They didn't hear anything Michelle said.
Cooley wrapped her hands around Sahara's butt, making it so that it was impossible for her to get up. She wanted her to enjoy every minute of it. She knew from experience that many women had the tendency to run when they were about to climax. Sahara started to tremble. She moaned louder than before. Suddenly she let loose.
Cooley licked all of her sweet juices up after the orgasm. She had never tasted a woman that was so sweet before. She wanted more, but Michelle wasn't having it.
“Okay, well, it's my turn now,” she said annoyingly. She grabbed Sahara's arm and forced her off of Cooley. She quickly jumped on top of Cooley's face.
Cooley turned her over and laid her on her back. She took her do-rag off of her head and tied it around Michelle's eyes. She looked at Sahara. She didn't want to do anything to Michelle. She wanted some more of Sahara and she could tell that Sahara felt the same.
Cooley gave Michelle a little oral pleasure to tide her over. She made Michelle turn over and get on her knees. Cooley started hitting it from the back. Michelle was screaming with pleasure.
Cooley and Sahara's eyes were locked. Sahara was playing with herself while staring at Cooley.
Cooley motioned for her to come close. While she sexed Michelle from the back, she and Sahara became involved in a sensual kiss.
Kissing was something that Cooley never did. She didn't believe in kissing women, but something made her want to kiss Sahara.
Two hours later they were all sexed out. Michelle fell asleep on the bed. Cooley and Sahara continued to kiss all through the night, right next to the sleeping Michelle.
 
 
Carmen woke up to the sound of her cell phone beeping. She smiled because she knew that her baby had left her a great Christmas message. She became upset when she listened to messages from everyone but the woman that she was in love with. She got up and headed downstairs. Her mother was in the kitchen, preparing the last few dishes for the family Christmas dinner.
“Merry Christmas, Mom.” She tried to put a on a smile. She didn't want her mother asking a lot of questions.
“Merry Christmas, baby. It's one o'clock. You have slept through opening presents. But there is a UPS package for you down there.”
Before her mother could finish her sentence, Carmen had run to the den. She knew that her love had not forgotten her. Obviously she had sent her a gift. She opened the box to find a blue box with a white ribbon wrapped perfectly around it.
“Oh my God! It's from Tiffany and Company,” she squealed as her mother joined her.
“Oh really? Who is sending you Tiffany?” her mother asked as she opened the small envelope that Carmen dropped on the floor.
Carmen opened the box to find a silver linked bracelet with Return to Tiffany and Co engraved on it. She knew it was from the Tiffany silver collection. She had admired Lena's Tiffany collection.
“Oh, I am going to have to meet this Miss Lena. She obviously is a very special friend.”
“Lena?” Carmen looked at her mother confused. “What about Lena?”
“What do you mean, what about Lena? She sent you that lovely bracelet.”
Carmen's heart dropped. It wasn't from her love, but from her friend.
“Oh, yeah, she's a great friend.” She wanted to cry. “I am going to go call her now.” She ran to her room. Her heart was broken. She couldn't believe that her love had not called or sent her a gift. She fell on her bed and started to cry. Why did she do this to herself? It was happening all over again. This time last year she also did not receive a Christmas greeting. It seemed history was repeating itself.
“Carmen, get your butt downstairs. Your family is here!”
Carmen woke up to her uncle yelling for her. She had fallen asleep crying. She got up and fixed her face. The last thing she needed was her whole family getting on her. She walked downstairs to find her Uncle James and Aunt Sylvia. She could hear the sounds of her younger cousins playing in the den.
“Merry Christmas, everyone,” she said, exchanging hugs with everyone.
“Wow! Carmen, sweetie, you look great!” James added, “That surgery did good by you.”
She heard her aunt sigh. “Thank you, Uncle James.” She hugged her uncle. The sound of her aunt sighing let her know she had something to say. “Yes, Sylvia, what is that you want to say, 'cause I know you are dying to say something.” Carmen looked at her aunt to see her aunt roll her eyes.
“Well, talking to your aunt like that is something you must have learned in college. All I was going to say was that surgery seems like a simple way.”
Carmen knew it was more to it than that. “Simple?” Carmen really didn't want to know where she was going with that.
“Yes, well for people who are too lazy to get up and exercise and eat right, they now have a simple and easy way out to correct problems that they made for themselves.”
“Okay, whatever. Think what you want.”
Carmen could feel her temper flaring. Her aunt always had something negative to say about her. When she was overweight, her aunt was the main person who always had something to say. She would find a way to bring her weight up in any conversation. By the end of the day, Carmen would be in so much pain from the things that her aunt had to say that she would eat more.
Lately, she tried to ignore her aunt, but many times she ended up snapping on her instead.
She walked into the kitchen with her mother. “Um, mom, I was invited to Atlanta for the rest of the holiday. I am going to take a flight tonight, okay?”
Her mother was very overprotective. Carmen decided to meet Denise and Cooley in Atlanta a few days after she made it home. She booked the ticket the same day she decided. She just didn't know how to tell her mother.
“What do you mean? We haven't discussed this and you want to tell me the day of that you're going to leave? I don't think so, missy,” her mother responded.
“Mom, I already have the ticket. I meant to tell you earlier, but I knew you were going to say no.”
“Damn right, I was going to say no. I don't know the people you are going to be with. Where are you staying? I guess you were just itching to spend the money that Denise's grandmother left you.”
“Mom, I want your blessing, but I am going whether you want me to or not. I am staying at Lena's house. Her parents are overly rich, and Denise and Carla will be there.” She always called Cooley by her real name when she was around her mother, who was still getting used to her daughter's lifestyle and didn't understand why some girls acted like men.
“Oh, so you're going to be with those people. You are just determined to ruin your life!” Her mother didn't realize just how loud she was, causing her aunt and uncle to join the conversation. “Carmen just informed me that she's meeting her friends in Atlanta tonight.”
“Really. Well, have fun for me,” James said. He was an older man who understood how important college was, especially the fun part of it.
“James, that's a horrible idea, for her to run off to Atlanta, and I know it's going to be with some of that kind,” Sylvia added. She was completely against her lifestyle.
“It is a good idea. The girl is in college. She should be spending time with her friends, going on trips. That's all a part of college,” James defended Carmen.
“Oh, and here I was thinking that college was about getting an education,” Sylvia snapped back.
“Look, okay, I am going, so this whole conversation is a waste of time.”
The doorbell rang, interrupting the heated discussion.
Soon the house was filled with family members. Many of them had not seen Carmen since the operation, so she spent a lot of time discussing what actually happened during it. She was able to avoid her mother and aunt for a while because of all the other family members.
Dinner was soon served. Carmen made her plate, filling it with all the food that she had missed while being in school.
Sylvia walked up to her. “Now, see, eating all that food is what I was talking about. You had surgery, but you haven't changed anything.” She walked off.
Carmen looked down at her plate. She knew that while at school she watched what she ate all the time, mostly eating salads. She took her plate and threw it in the garbage and made a salad and a much smaller portion of food.
“Hey, baby cuz.” Carmen's cousin, Marcus, walked in and hugged her. “I have missed you chick.”
Marcus was her favorite cousin. They had always been very close; he actually was the first person she told in her family that she was a lesbian.
“I'm good, but your mom is driving me crazy.”
“That's usual. She drives me crazy too.”
Marcus was completely different from his mother. He was tall, very attractive and very much into the thug lifestyle. He had never been to jail for anything serious. He knew how to play the game and not get caught. He did get busted for possession of marijuana before, but his mother made sure that everyone thought that he was busted for having expired tags on his car.

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