Diversity Twins-Raya Steps Out On Madde
This continues the saga of roommates Madde and Raya, seniors at USF. On vacation in a cozy cabin on Lake Michigan, they are exploring their depth of feeling for each other. But there are some bumps in the road. In the last episode we discovered how Madde was ‘willingly seduced’ by a ‘demure librarian’ with more than a few tricks in her magic chest. Now it is Raya’s turn to reveal that she hasn’t exactly been ‘the faithful one’. Can they reconcile and begin again?
For those looking for the more romantic side of this relationship, you will find something else here. Raya needs to tell her raunchy story, and she needs to share the ‘tools’ that she hopes will let Madde see what she needs. Enjoy.
“So, Raya, you’re not mad?”
Raya and Madde were chilling on the porch of their vacation cottage, sipping chardonnay coolers in their rocking chairs and the feel of the lakeside breeze on their thighs. It had been a good morning swim…and stuff.
Raya reached out and patted Madde’s hand.
“Of course I’m mad. But more like…hurt, Mads. It’s … like we aren’t two innocent college kids just finding out that we are happy being lezzies with each other, and that that isn’t just sex but something more. We were seeing each other like nobody else can. And..,and I guess what you did chased some of that away. And you found out that another woman and other kinds of sex can really get you off. And now you have to decide whether I am your O and O or just your first. We both need to find that out because…oh Madde…I have to be honest…I had a little adventure too.”
“Wait…what? I’ve been feeling like shit because I cheated on you and all along you could have told me that you did the same thing?”
“Uh huh.”
“Really? And now you’re telling me?”
“Why would I stop you? You needed to get the whole thing off your chest. I needed to hear it. And yes,… yes, you did cheat on me and, and…shit…I wanted to hear the whole thing. And..and Madde, your telling me was amazing, not just because you were being really honest, and sharing who you really were, who you were becoming, but also because I started to get not mad any more, …but it…intrigued me and…and turned me on. We started this way…like…telling each other about our…adventures…and it got us both…off. So….”
“So…?”
“So…yeah…I wanted to hear your story before I told you mine.”
“Yours.”
“Because yours turned out to be so much more than a story. I mean, I bet we can call up Lena any time and she would be happy to long-distance fuck either or both of us and/or the girl next door. So that’s a thing.”
“Yeah, but Raya, you did say you cheated on me, right? That’s what you said, right? I mean, who was she?”
“Not exactly.”
“You didn’t cheat on me…?”
“Oh, I’m sorry, I did, but it wasn’t a she.”
“Wait. What?”
“Yeah, what I said.”
“Wait, wait. Really? You’re telling me you stepped out on me with a man? I mean, another human being who actually had…has…a penis? Or…. Or did you hook up with a they/them kind of person who…what…may or may not have had a cock? I mean, what’s happening here?”
Raya went and took Madde by the shoulders and looked deep into her face, kissed her on the nose and each cheek.
“Mads, it wasn’t a big thing…or rather it was exactly just that…and that was all it was really. I’m sorry, I don’t know about you, but sometimes…sometimes…darling girl…sometimes I get this crying need for some very serious cock. I mean, I just need that feeling of that warm, hard thing in me , like deep inside and churning. Not so much the banging and the thrusting. Okay, that can be seriously good, too. But it’s that fullness and that warmth. I need it.”
Madde was looking very worried. And mad. She bit her lip.
“So…so what is this? What are we? I mean I just told you all about how I am getting way into the ‘woman with other women’ thing. Okay, I wasn’t faithful…exclusive to you. But I’m getting loyal to my own gender. I’m not missing dicks, and hairy chests, and man sweat, and man smell. I light up now thinking about your body, a woman’s body…yeah, okay, Lena some too. But that was sex…I mean it was me trying out all the ways I can be satisfied without ever getting a cock inside me. I can do it. I like it. And our woman to woman fucking is the best. Fucking you, Raya. Fucking you . And now you’re telling me a man does it for you?! Have these last few days just been you saying goodbye to our little ‘experiment’ or some shit like that? I mean, I know I have no high ground here, but jeez!”
Raya knew she had to let Madde work it all the way out, maybe get away from her for a while. Madde was gritting her teeth and looking from one of Raya’s eyes to the other, van escort searching for something.
“Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!”
Madde pushed Raya away and crashed down the steps.
“NO. Just no…don’t follow me!”
Raya was going to; but she just slumped into her rocking chair and rocked. Half a dozen times she almost leapt up and went running after Madde. Where was she? Was she on the raft? Why did she explode like that? Raya had been figuring that…after Madde’s whole thing with Lena…where it would have been fair if Raya herself had just screamed and tore her hair and stomped out…she didn’t. She figured her little…peccadillo kind of made them even…maybe not…maybe actually Madde was more of a cheater than she was because…well, look at it. All those games she played, maybe a lot more than she said.
Raya got up and paced the porch, stomping on the squeaky board at the end near the railing. She was getting hungry, too, but she was damned if she would eat before they worked this out.
“Oh, Madde, Madde, Madde…we never said in exact words that we would never…with another person. And now you did. And, and we never said in so many words, ‘I am swearing off men forever.’ I mean…I mean we are still working this thing out. That was your excuse wasn’t it for trying it on with Lena? And…and I think you mostly were horny as shit and now you know from being with me that it feels good to fuck a woman…so when one came on to you…and she was a masterful seducer, you went for it. I mean, If it had been a man who had seduced you…oh shit. Here I’m thinking a woman lover is more dangerous to ‘us being us’ and you are feeling it is so, so the opposite. What did I do? But I know what I did. What do I do now?”
Raya sat down again and didn’t move. Her mind was numb. Nothing. Just an aching need to have her arms around Madde.
It grew dark. Two owls talked to each other. The peepers got loud. The air grew moist and cold. Raya knew she could just go in and start a fire and wait for Madde there. But she didn’t. She hugged herself in the rocking chair and rocked. Maybe she slept some.
There was the sound of a step on the porch stair. An invisible Madde stopped by the chair and put one finger on her shoulder. Raya reached out a hand and touched the hem of Madde’s damp shirt.
Madde murmured, “Uh uh. Not yet.” Her finger traced Raya’s back. “You take the bed. I want to sleep by the fire.”
She went in. Raya stayed on the porch for a while, though she was shivering and her teeth were chattering and her nips absolutely ached.
When she finally went in, there was Madde all curled up in a big bundle by the fireplace. One sweet foot was uncovered. Raya carefully pulled the blanket over it. She so wanted to kiss it. She yearned to kiss just that spot on that favorite place on Madde’s neck where the tiny, soft curls grew. She needed to spoon around Madde’s back and wake with her in the morning, soft and moist. Listening quietly to her breathing.
She didn’t. She didn’t eat either, even though her gut was hollow and complaining. She slowly went up the stairs to the loft, brushed her teeth and went to bed. She patted the place where Madde wasn’t.
She wanted to yell over the railing, “Get up here you silly lovable bitch. I’ve forgiven you…mostly. Can’t you do the same for me?”
She didn’t. She couldn’t. She knew her girl. She knew she wasn’t ready. But there was no point in working on just ‘the right thing’ to say. Nothing would be ‘right.’ And she herself needed a better idea of what her thing with Leon had meant. A little bit of her itched still for him, a very particular part of her. But she thought she knew that there should be no more of the personal thing. She was not taking any texts from him. So. Sleep…?
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“I didn’t sleep much.”
Madde had a wicked bed head and was slumped over her mug. It was coffee. Raya had made her coffee even though she mostly drank tea.
“I didn’t sleep much either, Mads. Are you going to leave?”
“Huh?”
“Have you had enough of me? Do we need to rethink the whole apartment thing at school?”
“Wait. Wait. Wait. Don’t know yet. Don’t know if there is a reason to stay. I need to figure out what you are saying to me….”
“Saying?”
Raya wasn’t going to give Madde the satisfaction of casting herself, Raya, as the villain who could only get back to the good place by swearing she would promise, promise, promise faithful love and kisses forever and ever. After all, Madde had jumped with all four feet into being Lena’s toy. So Raya knew she was being played. Sort of. Because, on the other hand…Leon. If she, Raya, was the really bad girl, because… then Madde’s infidelity was just fun and games. But did Madde even know she was playing games? It wasn’t her style.
Wait. yalova escort When Madde stepped out on her with Lena it was…yes…somebody else…but it was still a woman, part of their new lives as women who love women that way. But when I was with Leon…It maybe feels like I was going back to a man, it means, sort of, or could mean…our whole episode is over. Done. Maybe regretted. Turning my back on something that was just…. Or…or…even if I say I’m bi, is it still like…maybe…you, Madde aren’t the main act in my life any more. Would it look like I was just trying you on, ’cause it just happened, not because I really meant it. Sex. Love. Sex. Love. Oh, fuck. So are we done? Is this me going back to being ‘a regular girl’ again? That must be what she is thinking.
“So. Mads. You think maybe I’m ditching you for dick?”
“What? Or…yeah…is that his name…or…?”
“I meant dick the thing, not dick the person, and no, his name isn’t…more like wasn’t…except that I didn’t kill him…but…yes…I kind of killed the ‘relationship’ with…his name is Leon, because…I was coming here and what that was… was about…yes…dick…exactly…but not really…more.”
Madde jumped up and was sort of dancing, but with no pattern to it, just moving around waving her arms and stomping her feet…sometimes pulling at her hair.
“Yeah, I knew it…I knew it…maybe I could feel it. Maybe that’s why I…with Lena? To…what? To prove that what I…wanted to feel was the real me and even if…oh, I’m going to cry…no, don’t try to hold me…if you were done with this…this…episode, then I would know how to find this new…feeling…for myself with…someone.”
Raya did grab Madde by the shoulders and turned her so they were face to face. Wouldn’t let her hide her eyes.
“Okay…okay. Mads. I see that. I get that. Even if it is fifty percent bullshit. No, no, no, sweet bullshit because you needed to feel not so guilty. And maybe you did catch a vibe and need to spank me somehow for not caring in the way you wanted. But…no, no…hear me out. Really, I didn’t do it for the guy. Okay, that’s fifty per cent bullshit. But it was about what he had, not who he was. I wasn’t looking for someone to love. I didn’t find someone to love. I just had this deep craving for a man’s cock, how exactly that feels…”
Madde was biting her lip and bouncing.
“But…but…I don’t have one. I’ll never have one because I don’t want to be a boy. I really like me like this….”
She grabbed her full breasts in both hands and lifted them up in front of Raya.
“I don’t want anyone messing with my lovely pussy and trying to turn it into a prick And…please…please…I don’t want you to morph into some kind of girlboy…even if I…too…like something hot and thick inside me, and I like my lover…you…to just be coming into me like you can’t help it. Strong and hot and sweaty. But not too hairy. And never, ever, treating me like a thing. But if that is what you need, what you miss then maybe we are truly over. We can both say this has been really, really good…but that it’s…done.”
Madde wrapped her arms around herself and threw herself into the oversized armchair and just cried full out. Rocking to comfort herself.
Raya figured that trying to cuddle would just add fuel to the flame. So all she did was sit down on the floor next to the chair, lean back against it with her arms wrapped around her knees.
“Okay, Mads. I totally get you. And I’m not going to make excuses. But I am going to sit here and tell you what happened. And you can go on crying or chant ‘nanny, nanny boo boo’ to drown me out. Or you can go upstairs and stick your head under a pillow, or run outside and hide under water. Whatever. But I am going to sit here and tell you what happened. And how what I got and learned might make it good for me and you. So.”
Madde’s sobs became sniffles, and sobs, and sniffles, but Raya decided to tell her story no matter what.
“I was restless one night. You and I had had one of our sexy chats. I think it was a Friday night, a few weeks ago. I could tell you were horny. Maybe you were wearing Lena’s toy. I didn’t know. But you begged off; said you had to ‘take care of business’ and I decided to go out to a club and just fucking dance, by myself, or with whoever bumped into me. Maybe I was in the middle of my cycle and dropping an egg. Anyway, I could feel the tension so deep and I needed to work it out.
Madde took a rough breath, but she didn’t say anything, so Raya continued.
“I put on my red flip skirt, the one with the pleats and ruffles and those spiked but comfortable gold Jimmie Choos, and a simple white spandex top. My ‘no-bra’ bra. Thong, what the fuck.
The Lyft guy who took me was really cute, kind of like çorlu escort Crissy Teagen if she were a guy, just like this warm, buttery skin and soft little curls all over his head. And I figured he had to be gay from the way he talked, especially when I asked him where he thought the best place was to just dance, dance revolution all night, and he lit up like a firefly and started quizzing me on what kind of scene I liked, and who were my DJs, shit like that. And he was flirting and saying if he didn’t have to make his nut in the car that night he would so love to squire me to some clubs. That was the word he used, ‘squire.'”
Madde was silent for now. An occasional shaky sniff. Raya went on.
“So after driving past a couple of places. And he looks at the people and shakes his head and says, “Nah, nah,” we pull up in front of this place. Single word, ‘SPIKE’S,’ not too big, in vertical red neon, He nods, grins, says, “This is the one. Now, you be a bad girl…promise? Maybe I come by later. You go dance, beautiful.” I kiss him on the cheek when I give him his tip. What the fuck. He squeals away, honking the horn. There I am, somewhere in Brooklyn. I hear the music oozing out of the place, kinda under my feet. No big line. Huge Pacific Islander guy at door looks me up and down like he will eat me. Small smile. Lets me in.”
Raya could have moved. Madde was pretty silent.
“Mads?”
“Mm.”
“You okay?”
“Mm.”
“Should I go on?”
“wtf.”
“Okay. So. I go in the place and there’s this kind of lobby, standing bar thing and a bunch of people of every stripe. I mean, there may have been people with stripes!” I mean men with men, women with women, old with young. Chocolate, vanilla, banana, strawberry. All shapes, sizes and dress. It was like the Star Wars bar only pretty much everyone was human…mostly…I think. Someone with almost nothing covering her tits hands me a drink. Tall cool thing, kind of creamy pale yellow. She says, ‘First one is free,’ and licks her painted lips. I sip it and it’s got a kick. I drink it up pretty quick; don’t order another one because my plan is to get someone hot to buy me one. Is this bothering you?”
Tiny ‘nmh mm’ from Madde, like she is falling asleep.
“So I push through this arch with people all around it, getting all up in each other’s business. But I don’t care about that. I want music and…truth be told…sweat. You know how there are those days when you want to be all neat as a pin and powdered and smelling like a delicate rose…?”
“Mm hm.”
“Well, this wasn’t one of them. I wanted funk. And the second I pushed through to where the music was…it was funk E. Everybody was really pushed up against everybody else. And the music was LOUD, not obnoxious loud or hurt your ears loud, but just a solid swamp of sound, and you had to swim in it. The DJ was that good. And nobody really was busting any moves…I mean, sure, now and again, like it was cued, the music would dig deep, and there would be somebody just lettin’ it loose. But it was really all about the groove. And sure, that drink was strong, and there was some stuff moving around that people were eating or sniffing. Don’t know if I did that.”
“You did.”
“Smart ass. Yeah, I probably did because I was feeling totally buzzed all over. And in the middle of that I notice this babe opposite me just looking at me hard and matching me move for move. And that got to be a thing for a while. We were just being mirrors, only she din’t look much like me at all. She was wearing this tight silver lamé jump suit. Hugged her big tight ass sweet. But it was these huge natural ‘lolos’ that were her pride and joy. Just falling out of that silver thing. Really big, dark nipples. I mean, my mouth was watering. F’real.”
“Cunt.”
“Uh huh. And it gets worse. ‘Cause we are doing this kind of slow grind opposite each other. And she takes those beauties, one in each hand…lifts them up…her eyes closed…kind of in a trance…dancing like she is offering them to the world. And somebody kind of pushes me from behind. And someone kind of pushes her from behind. I can see these big hands and purple silk shirt cuffs on her hips. And I can see someone is doing a sweet slow grind on her backside, a set of shining eyes over her shoulder, And he winks at me and then winks at the someone behind me who now has his hands on my hips.
“My attention is totally fixed on this woman in front of me who reminds me of a magical version of you. I mean, she is tall and strong like you and has off-blond curly hair all around her face. And she is so gone: with the pulse of the music, and the feel of her own body, and how she is offering it to me, but at the same time this mysterious guy with the flashing eyes is just boldly taking her from behind. I’m pretty sure he was not yet in her; but the two of them had a rhythm going. And now the guy behind me is matching that rhythm; and when I glance over my shoulder I see a face so much like the one watching me over the other woman’s shoulder. Oh, I’m sorry, Madde, is this hurting you…or putting you to sleep?”
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