After a rough inhale of breath, and a sharp jerk of her head, she smiled. “It has promise, Commander Firoza.”
Thorn continued to gently caress her, her finger tracing up and down between Viera’s legs, while they spoke. “You seem to be getting … a bit warm. You know, down here.” She plunged a finger in Viera’s tight wet core, and the woman gasped, arching up. Her finger pumped in and out as she spoke. “I think we need to cool you off until I’m ready for your heat to come to a boil, my little fire cloud.”
Viera just whimpered.
With her free hand, Thorn took a piece of ice, and replaced her finger with it. Viera gasped, then groaned as her hips rotated. “I think a second piece should fit in there while I clean all this honey off you. It’s a perfect map of where my mouth should start and end, don’t you think?”
After opening her mouth as if she wanted to answer, Viera simply licked her lips and nodded.
Thorn slipped a second piece of ice in. She could feel Viera tremble. Then Thorn knelt on the floor next to Viera and began licking and sucking the honey from the other woman’s body. She didn’t want any of the sticky substance to be left behind. She paid special attention to each breast, double checking with her hands once her mouth was done to make sure they were each perfectly un-sticky.
When Thorn finished with Viera’s nipples, she was low enough to let her left hand wander to Viera’s clit, drawing small circles and adding more pressure as she licked lower and lower. She could feel the coolness from where the ice had melted, and let her fingers trace to bring some of the cold up. When she finished the last of the honey, Viera screamed out her release, head thrown back, and body arched, pushing into Thorn’s mouth.
Viera let her head fall to the side, gazing at Thorn. “I want my dessert before dinner, and you, Commander Firoza, are going to be my dessert. On your back … now!”
Chapter 5 - Catching Up On Gossip
Viera
The alarm buzzed and Viera groaned, not wanting to get up to have to deal with the day. The heat in her room, the warm body she rubbed against as she shifted to turn off her alarm, reminded her that she didn’t have to wake up; school was out for the summer. Moreover, it was out for good.
Thorn’s arm wrapped around her, possessively, dragging her back to mold against the other woman’s front. Viera sighed in pleasure at how well they fit together. Her phone’s buzzing on the side table, the sound her mind had translated into her alarm, echoed in the silent room. She reached over to check the display and silence it before it woke up Thorn.
What the hell is my mother doing calling me at seven in the morning … or at all?
Though she didn’t want to leave the bed, or Thorn’s embrace, Viera had to take care of this before Mother called Betsy or worse, the police. After her disappearance during spring break, Viera had no idea what Mother would do if left with nothing but her imagination.
Viera set the phone down and twisted to give the sleeping Thorn a kiss on the cheek. She then wiggled out of bed, found a robe, and, after slipping it on, took her phone to the kitchen. Coffee was a necessity when dealing with family. She walked up to the panel. “One coffee, in one of my own mugs, if you please.”
For the first few weeks she’d had the panel, it kept creating black mugs every time she requested tea or coffee. At first, Viera watched the news, worried there would be a story about a person or store missing goods. Then Horax had explained to her that the panel just made the thing it wanted from base elements in the areas. Despite not relying on thievery to get the mugs, Viera didn’t need a collection of new black plateware. She finally learned the command so the panel would use her own stuff and not create more clutter.
Viera placed the coffee on the table, then added a pinch of sugar and a splash of milk. The panel could learn and create the perfect cup of liquid go-go juice for her, but she preferred to keep some of the steps under her control. She wasn’t ready to give it all up … not yet.
After her first few sips, she navigated to her mother’s number and placed the call.
“Viera! You’re alive. And available.” Mother sounded frantic and a bit happy, with both emotions vying for top billing.
She didn’t try to hide her exasperation. “It’s seven in the morning here. You know we’re an hour behind.”
“But it’s a weekday. Don’t you have school?”
“Yesterday was the last day of classes. It’s summer break. It was my first day to sleep in, Mother.” Maybe some guilt would get her off the phone sooner.
“Oh, yay! That means you’ll have some time to go on dates. No more Miss Busy-Pants.”
Or maybe not. I have got to put on my big girl panties and stand up to my mother. I have a beautiful woman—in my bed! Why would I even pretend to be anything but happy?
“No, Mother. No dates.”
“But, Viera, darling, I don’t want you to be alone.”
“Mother.” She took a deep breath before her voice went any higher. She really didn’t want to wake up Thorn. “Mother.” Good, she sounded rational this time. “I don’t need to be set up on dates. I’m fine with arranging my own. You don’t know my type and the dates end up being flops. Please, just let me do—and be—my own person.”
There was a pause and then Mother scoffed. “And what’s wrong with the men I’ve set you up with? They’re good men.”
Well, the problem is, they’re men. Viera rolled her eyes. Fuck it! I’m tired of this shit. “Well, Mother, to start with, I don’t date men.”
“I don’t understand what you mean. Are you saying you’re asexual? You don’t date?”
Just say yes … just say yes. Viera grimaced. No, she had to bite the bullet. “No, I’m saying I prefer to date other women. Actually, one woman in particular.”
Her mother scoffed. “Well, that’s just silly.”
There was a muffled shuffling sound, and then Father’s voice came over the line. He never spoke on the phone. Viera was glad she was sitting. “Viera? This is your father. Your, ah, aunt, you know, my sister? Well, she’s married to a woman.” There was a pause as if he were gathering his thoughts. “So, what I’m saying is … I’m glad to hear you’ve found someone. Maybe we can meet her someday.”
Viera had to gather her thoughts as well. How did I never know this? Aunt Dotty is gay? I know I haven’t seen her in … God above, years. Father stopped talking about her when I was six? Maybe eight?
“She came out to me and your grandparents when you were a young girl. None of us reacted well. Anyway, I’ll send you her contact information. I mended that fence once I realized we’d been wrong. I’ll talk with your mother. Get her to understand. You come and visit, okay? Bring … bring your lady friend.”
Viera blinked away moisture rising in her eyes. “Yeah, okay. I’ll see what I can do.”
He grunted and then hung up. Viera gaped at her phone. What just happened?
Chapter 6 - Good Enough For Government Work
Viera
Viera picked up her coffee, hands trembling in the aftermath of her boldness. The mug warmed her to her soul.
