Date: Thu, 27 Jun 2013 22:21:47 -0500
From: Brittany Gay <tomgirlx93@gmail.com>
Subject: Stories from the Life- Pour Jamie, t'aime (Lesbian/Beginngs)

Stories from the Life
Pour Jamie, je t'aime. (To Jamie, I do love you.)
June 21, 2013

	Tony Jones had awoken a little after 1 o'clock in the afternoon
that Saturday. After reviving herself in a steamy shower, she then realized
the duffel bag was not there. Wrapped in a terry cloth towel, the
caramel-skinned stud sat on the edge of the guest bedroom bed, which was
located on the first floor of Autumn Reign's city home. She tried to
mentally retrace her steps. Ms. Jones was supposed to arrive at the
Reign-Glistening residence that former evening. Instead, Tony the five foot
eight girl had detoured for a night out with her equally boyish companions.

	Originally, Tony Jones was to arrive at Autumn's townhouse, located
on the upper North side of the city at around 7pm. That would have been an
hour after Autumn, her wife Aubrey and their two young children left for
O'Hare airport. The Reign-Glistening family was off to Aspen for a
ski-trip. By Autumn's request and Aubrey's approval, the couple had asked
Tony to house-sit for those five days. The blonde Autumn and brunette
Aubrey trusted the twenty-six year old Ms. Jones, including loving the stud
like a third child. In fact, Tony had done nothing wrong the night
before. The feminine, married duo had expected Jones to hit the town. The
only problem was that Tony had misplaced the bag, which contained all of
the clothing and items she was going need during her short time away from
her place in Broadview.

	After moments of pondering through the mental haze of the previous
night and coming up short with possible answers, Tony had finally settled
on phoning a friend.

"I am sooo hung over, Bro!" Pope, one of Tony Jones' good friends, had
groaned the second she answered the call. "Aren't you?"

"No. Not really, at least. Remember, I drink lots of water?" Ms. Jones
began to say, before being interrupted by her headache ridden buddy.

"Yeah. Yeah. Lots of water in between shots and all dat." Pope Chavez, the
olive-skinned Latin stud, was lying across her bed. Ms. Chavez laid there
rubbing her eyes. The slim chick was waiting for the pain killers, which
she had taken about ten minutes before her friend's call, to start kicking.

"Don't hate 'cause you don't practice my preach." Tony remarked
jokingly. "By the way, do you know where we went? I missed placed my
duffle."

"Oh, ho ho! Look who doesn't listen. I asked you and everyone else before
we left Glitter if they had everything." Pope- the Puerto Rican girl's
actual name being Puebla - gloated.

"We only went to Glitter? I could swear?"

"We left for like an hour and went to Circuit a few blocks away. We went
there 'cause? wait a minute."  Losing her train-of-thought momentarily,
Pope felt the last strong sting of the headache before continuing. "Uh,
yeah. We went to Circuit because we wanted to check out their Pride event
thing. Then we went back to Glitter."

"And I did have my duffle wit' me the whole time?" Ms. Jones asked, hoping
the answer would be?

"Yeah. You had it the whole time. Even put it in coat-check at both
places. So, it's gotta be there at the lounge still."

"Damn, Dawg! That is good news, yo! I was just starting to think?"

"Wanna hear the bad news?"

"Huh? What are you talkin' about?"

"Bro, I just knew you wouldn't remember that part?"

"What part? Quit stallin'. Tell me." Jones was eager and nervous all at
once.

"You and Jamie, Bro. She was mad as hell at you last night."

"Why?!?"

"She saw you at Circuit dancing with some decked-out fem chick. Guess Jamie
got jealous, approached you, you got on some gigglin' shit, and she left."

"Wait. Where and when the hell did Jamie come into the night?"

"You had texted her to come when we got to Circuit. Damn, you don't
remember shit and I'm the one hung over?"

	Tony went silent on her end of that phone conversation. She tried
to recall such a moment. The two getting into a riff like that? It could
not be true!

"Wow! Someone's sprung." Pope Chavez said with a mocking voice.

"Stop fuckin' around. Are you serious, though? Did all of that really
happen?" Now Tony Jones was serious, with all jokes aside.

"Yeah, Bro. I'm not even playin' right now. It's for real. Jamie was
trippin'. You should check that out."

	For the most part, to Tony's understanding at least, she and Jamie
were not dating officially. However, there was an understanding that they
were entering a relationship. This meant not flirting with others and
taking the time to "feel" one another out before sealing their
courtship. So, little did she know, Tony had truly overstepped the
boundaries she and Jamie had set.

"I don't even remember meeting up with Jamie." Tony stated after gulping
down a tall glass of iced tea. She was now in the kitchen, still wrapped in
the towel.

"I'm sure you don't." Pope sighed as she sat up. "Look, I'm coming over to
get you. Give me, like, thirty minutes. I'll bring a fresh change of
clothes and take you over to Glitter. How does that sound?"

	Tony also let out a sigh before agreeing to Pope's plan. After
ending the call, Jones looked over the to-do list that was left by Autumn
and Aubrey, posted on the refrigerator. While she waited for Pope to
arrive, Tony went to watering the plants, feeding the fish and dusting. By
the time she had completed half of the list, Pope rang the doorbell.

"You've been running around the house like that all this time?" P. Chavez
asked, tossing the polo shirt and knee-length jean shorts at her friend.

"Yeah. Why? You find it sexy?" Tony winked.

"Come on, man. I'm not into that kinda thing." Pope followed Jones to the
guest bedroom, and then waited near the threshold while the other stud
changed.

	Before slipping on the red polo, Tony bound her rather large
breasts, tight enough so that it appeared she had none at all. Once she was
fully clothed Tony grabbed her cell phone, keys and set the alarm system.

"Have you called her yet?" Pope asked as she and Tony settled into the
white Ford Focus. It was quite humid that day, so Chavez adjusted the air
conditioning.

"Yeah, of course. I left a voice and text message. She still hasn't
responded." The caramel skinned stud sighed, checking her phone to make
sure it was working.

"Don't worry too much. By the end of the day she'll be fine."

	As they drove on, strangely the first time she and Jamie Baptise
had ever been intimate crossed her mind. The two had met through one of
Autumn Reign's good friends- Beverly Wallace. Or rather it was because of
the late Ms. Wallace's passing that caused Tony and Jamie to meet. In the
wake of Beverly Wallace's death, Jamie Baptise had learned the deceased
forty-four year old woman had left all of her possessions and money to
her. Tony, being the accountant for the AM Reign publishing company was
instructed by Autumn to help Jamie finance the rather large amounts of
money given by Bev.

	Jamie, who only worked as a professional MMA fighter, had never
obtained such properties and money. Beverly not only left behind a hefty
bank account, she had owned three homes: a condo in Chicago, a rural home
in Montana and a house in Yellowknife, Canada. Also, Beverly had owned a
30ft long Cutter sailboat. Jamie had had experience with sailing, so that
was about the only item left to her that made sense.

	Taking residence in the condo located on the East side of the city,
Jamie spent four months adjusting to her new surroundings. Ms. Baptise was
actually from North France. When Tony Jones had first met Jamie, she was
not only taken aback by the girl's startling good looks, but also the fact
that Ms. Baptise was black with a French accent. If that was not surprising
enough, Tony found herself highly attracted to Jamie, whom was also
boyish. Needless to say, Jamie had quite an impact on Ms. Jones.

"I think she should hire somebody else to help with her finances." Tony had
said to Autumn the day after meeting with Jamie to discuss her accounts.

"Why?" Mrs. Reign had asked.

	The two were in the office of the Lotus Opera House one
afternoon. It was late May and the weather was warming more and more as
Spring faded. If Autumn was not on the 14th floor of the building, where
the AM Reign Company operated from, she was preparing for one of her annual
plays at the Lotus.

"I just don't feel right for it. I don't think she understands me, being
from another country and all." Tony had explained.

"Little girl, I thought you did well with French in High school. That's why
I asked you to help her." Autumn stated, narrowing her blue eyes at the
younger woman.

"I'm rusty." Tony assured.

"Rusty? Isn't knowing a foreign language like riding a bike? This could be
your chance to brush up."

"Hmm, I guess. Still, though, I think Jamie would be better off with
someone else. Maybe someone older. I don't think she takes me seriously,
since we are very close in age."

"I see." Mrs. Reign was becoming skeptical, but did understand Tony's
concern. "Alright, then. I'll hire someone else. You'll have to tell Jamie
yourself, though. It's only fair to give a reasoning, which sounds logical
to me."

"I'll do that."

	Once Tony had exited the Lotus, she contacted Jamie via cell
phone. Jones informed Ms. Baptise that she needed to speak with her. Before
Tony could disclose why she had called, Jamie instructed her to come to the
Lakeshore marina. Jones did not have time to protest because Ms. Baptise
had hung up before she could say another word. Tony started not to go meet
Jamie. She thought about calling her back and simply disclosing her
reasoning for not being able to work out her financial plan. However, as
Jones contemplated all of this, she was already on her way to meet
Jamie. Once Tony had arrived at the marina, she parked her tan Cutlass in
the lot. As she sat there, Tony could see Jamie moving about the
sailboat. Jamie's brown skin appeared to shine in the sunlight. Even
through the distance, Tony could see Ms. Baptise's toned arms flexing as
the darker girl adjusted the sails. Ms. Jones, suddenly embarrassed by the
feelings affecting her, almost restarted her car to drive off. Instead,
after taking a deep breath Tony got out and made her way to the dock.

	As Tony approached, Jamie looked up from what she had been doing
and noticed the light skinned girl. Smiling brightly, Jamie waved and
called out in her charming accent, "Hey! Nice of you to come."

'You have no idea.' Tony thought as she smiled and waved back. When
Ms. Jones came to the edge of the dock, Jamie reached her hand out to help
Tony onboard. Taking the extended hand, Tony hopped onto the 30ft vessel.

"Ready for your first sailing lesson?" Jamie asked as she untied the robe
holding the boat to the mooring buoy.

"Lesson? I kinda just came here to say..," Tony started.

"We can talk out there." Jamie pointed to the blue horizon.

	Before Tony knew it, right after Jamie explained how the sails
worked, the engine was started and off they went out onto Lake
Michigan. Standing nearby, Tony watched Jamie steer the boat and also took
in the view of the skyscrapers becoming distant. Swift breezes washed over
both girls, soothing them from the temperature that had risen to the
mid-70s. After coasting so many miles out, Jamie cut the engine.

"This seems far enough." Ms. Baptise declared as she dropped the anchor and
a ladder.

	Then the girl, with her smooth evenly toned brown skin, flung off
the white and blue stripped tank top she had been wearing. Now Jamie was in
just white swim trunks and a blue swim bra. In a shot, Ms. Baptise jumped
into the cool Great Lake. Tony leaned over the edge of the hull and watched
the athletically built girl slice through the water for a few
laps. Swimming back toward the boat, Jamie waded in place.

"Jump in!" the painfully attractive black French native called up.

	Tony had not brought along any swim wear. She was dressed in a red
and white plaid button-up and cargo shorts. Even if she undressed to her
underwear, the binding that held her breasts would surely unravel upon
impacting the water and Tony was not about to be left in just her black
boy-shorts. So, with all of that noted, Ms. Jones simply shook her head in
response to the other stud's urging.

"I figured you would be ill-equipped for a swim. Look below deck. I set out
some things for you." Jamie instructed before swimming away again.

	Certain that Jamie would not fold with her persistence, Tony did as
told. Sure enough below the deck Jones saw the swim trunks and bra hanging
on the shower stall. Though not a chubby girl, Tony was of the average
build. She doubted the items would fit. Still, Tony Jones undressed and to
her surprise not only did the trunks adjust well to her hips, the bra was
snug yet secured her D cup bust. With that Tony, now struck with
excitement, ran up deck and wasted no time jumping into the water. Jamie
and Tony splashed around, racing one another, until their limbs tired.

"I knew you could swim well." Jamie said, catching her breath, once both
she and Tony had climbed back onboard. "But I have been told African
Americans are afraid to swim."

	Tony tittered along with Ms. Baptise before assuring, "That's just
a stupid rumor."

"I figured as much. I'm going to go rinse in the shower." As Jamie walked
below deck, she stripped off her dripping wet trunks.

	Stunned by that bold action, Tony froze. She averted her eyes from
staring at Jamie's perfect form. Usually if a girl did such a thing, like
expose herself and/or speak of showering, that would be an invitation. An
offer Tony had yet to refuse, up until that moment. As she stood near the
stairs, Tony could hear the shower running. It was then that she remembered
why she had come to meet with Jamie. Not for a swim out on the Lake, but to
address the reasoning for not wanting to work with Baptise. Well, part of
the reason at least.

	After her moments of hesitation, Tony descended the four steps just
as Jamie was coming out of the shower stall.

"I left the water running." Ms. Baptise said as she reached for a towel.

	Tony just nodded and, before undressing, hesitated. Jamie was busy
drying off and not at all looking in the other stud's direction, so she did
not notice Jones' slight pause. After shedding the trunks and bra, Tony
stepped into the stall and was embraced by the streaming warm water. As she
soaped and rinsed, Tony thought of how ridiculous she was being. 'When have
I ever been shy around some chick?' She thought. 'Why is this one any
different? A stud? No, I have never been attracted to those. Why this one,
though? Why is she making me act foolishly?'

	By the time Tony had switched the shower off, she had mustered up
her confidence, which had cowered in Jamie's wake. 'I got this!' Ms. Jones
thought as she exited the stall. Grabbing a towel from the rack nearby,
Tony dried herself. She looked over at Jamie, who was applying some sort of
oil to her evenly toned skin. As she pat dried her braided hair, which was
in a dozen rows straight back, Tony asked, "What is that?"

"This?" Jamie held up the clear bottle of oil. "It's something I brought
from a little boutique from my home town. Try some. A little goes a long
way."

	Jamie walked over to Tony, holding out the carafe of the discussed
ointment. There was an unmistakable sexual puissance forming two feet
between the studs. Jamie then poured the lavender scented oil into Tony's
palm, which was queerly erotic. Tony then applied the slick balm all over
her skin as Jamie watched, quietly admiring. Jones may not have been as
physically trim as Baptise, but her slightly curvy body was still
appealing. As soon as Tony had spread the salve all over her caramel toned
flesh, she could feel her skin tingling. She was not sure if it was from
the growing arousal or the effects of the oil. Noticing the confused look
that had crossed Tony's face, Jamie asked, "Can you feel that?"

"Oh! So it is this stuff." Ms. Jones stated.

"Yes, that is why it is named Amatory."

"What does that mean?"

"All sorts of things."

"Like?"

"Well, you could say Yearning, Passion?"

"Mm hm. I see. It's an aphrodisiac?"

	Jamie just grinned. The expression was defiantly lascivious. Tony
licked her lips seductively. Jamie reached out and placed her hand on the
other stud's collarbone, then glided it up to Tony's neck. At the same
time, Ms. Jones ran her palm along Jamie's well-formed abs. They both moved
in closer to kiss. However, a sudden cacophony of jet skis shocked them
apart. The two studs laughed at their matched reactions to the water
vehicles that had zoomed by. Right then, Tony realized the flutter of what
has been described as butterflies in her stomach. Never had that
happened. Not even with the hottest fem. Something was wrong here.

"You know what; I have to be getting back." Tony lied, but masked it with
seriousness.

"Oh, you do?" Jamie could not quite see through the lie, but did find it
odd Tony had to go all of a sudden.

"Yeah, I forgot Autumn needed me to send out the company accounts for the
month. I was having too much fun and forgot." Tony said as she slipped on
the clothing she had come there wearing.

	Jamie smiled and understood. She was aware the AM Reign Company ran
a tight-ship, and all involved had to be prompt with what was requested of
them. After both were fully clothed, Jamie lifted the anchor, revved up the
engine and steered the boat back to shore. This time Jamie allowed Tony to
help her steer. It was not until the boat was carefully docked that Jamie
asked, "By the way, what was it you wanted to speak with me about?"

"Oh, that?" Tony had to think quickly. "About your new possessions. I was
wondering how you were going to maintain them. That's all."

"Oh, ok. Whenever you're not busy we can discuss all that." Jamie assured
as she tied the boat to the mooring buoy. "Tomorrow, sometime then?"

"Yeah, that'll work. I'll call you." Tony was already heading to where her
car was parked as she said that.

	Indeed Tony Jones did have some paperwork to do for AM
Reign. However, it was a small project that could have waited. It was even
a task she could have done from home, but Tony proceeded to go to her
office at AM Reign. By then Autumn Reign was there chatting in her
mother's, Melissa Reign, office. The two blonde women saw Tony breeze past
the open office door.

"What's with The Kid?" Melissa asked her 6'1 daughter, referring to Tony
Jones by her office nickname.

"I don't know. I'll see." Autumn, who had been sitting on the edge of her
mother's desk, went to Tony's office down the hall.

	Before entering, the feminine woman knocked on Tony's open door to
announce her presence. Jones, whom had been shuffling almost frantically
through the neatly organized papers on her desk, looked up.

"What?um, are you alright?" Autumn asked, giving the younger girl an
uncertain gaze.

"I'm fine. Why?" Tony Jones answered, a bit out of breath.

"You're acting strange, that's why." The forty-three year old woman shut
the door.

"How do you figure?" Tony's cheeks showed a hint of blush.

"What happened with Jamie earlier?" Autumn decided to start there, trying
not to seem as though she was prying.

"Not much at all. I met Jamie at her boat. She showed me how to sail. I
lost track of time."

"And did you explain how you cannot manage her accounts any longer?"

	Tony had somehow forgotten she had explained this to Autumn
earlier. Ms. Jones' pause gave Autumn the answer she had been fishing for.

"You like her, don't you?" Mrs. A. Reign gleamed cutely.

"Don't patronize me, Miss Thang." Tony could not help but present a wide
grin, trying to hide it by looking down at the contents on her desk.

"Mmmm hmmmm. Heyyy! Someone's got a crush!" Autumn teased, daintily
flipping her long blonde locks over her right shoulder. She had walked
around the now disarranged desk and poked at Tony's left side.

"Stop it!" Tony meant to huff, but instead giggled. She was quite the
ticklish one, Autumn knew.

"Don't be like that. What are you so afraid of?" the tall blonde asked.

"What are you on, anyway?"

"I just want you to tell the truth." Autumn sat, and then swiveled around
in the young stud's desk chair playfully. "You didn't want to work with
Jamie anymore because you like her. A lot, might I add?"

"Get out." Tony pointed at the door.

"Oh, now! That's no way to talk to your boss, Sweetie." A. Reign put her
hands up, faking defense.

"After six years, we're more like friends than anything."

"True. And don't friends tell one another everything?"

	Tony sighed, being a cross between annoyed and amused. Though
Autumn was indeed older and technically her superior, the blue-eyed fem
possessed an irresistible playfulness only a comrade would show to another.

"Autumn, I'm not even sure how I feel about that right now." Tony assured.

	Mrs. A. Reign smirked with a twinkle in her aqua colored eyes. "Go
back to her. I dare you."

"I'm a grown woman. I do what I want." Tony snipped, yet joking was her
tone.

"Do it. You'll kick yourself if not." Autumn assured as she rose from the
chair, and then made her way to the door.

"Will you keep this to yourself?" Tony asked, now actually viewing the file
she had been searching for, but had looked over a dozen times.

"Why would I tell?" Autumn spoke over her shoulder as she exited the space.

	It was not until the office had closed at a quarter to 9pm that
Tony Jones had to leave. She thought and pondered and considered going
directly home. Then Jones' true emotions overcame her
reluctance. Remembering the address to a residence she wanted to avoid,
Tony found herself at Jamie Baptise's building. Even before she could ask
herself why she was there, Tony rang Jamie's bell. It took no more than a
heartbeat for the buzzer to sound, an indication the plexi-glass door was
unlocked. As Tony walked toward the chrome elevators, the doorman nodded in
her direction. It seemed or as it was, Jamie had been excepting Ms. Jones'
arrival. Taking the middle elevator up to the 5th floor was a blur. Jamie
had already been waiting for Tony at the entrance of her opulent condo.

	The two studs kissed upon stepping into Jamie's place, as though
time would end before they knew it. Jamie, the twenty-eight year old stud
had closed the door before pushing Tony toward the living room couch. The
brown skinned stud tore at Tony's clothes, and Ms. Jones did the same to
Ms. Baptise. Both went for their 'top' instincts. Tony wanted to be the
aggressor just as much as Jamie. They began to squabble and eventually
ended up on the floor, gasping for air and laughing.

"This isn't goin' to work, is it?" Tony Jones asked, lying next to the
darker stud.

	Instead of answering, Jamie stood and walked toward her
bedroom. Tony then followed. Ms. Baptise was already lying on the bed, her
back against the pillows, by the time Ms. Jones entered the spacious
boudoir.  Jamie was rubbing her slick wet sex with her fingertips, tempting
Tony to devour her. That was exactly what Jones did. Displaying her oral
skills, Tony caused Jamie to orgasm several times, in the course of an
hour. Never had Jamie been brought to numerous climaxes; one after another
and another and another?

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Ms. Baptise moaned loudly once another orgasm shook her to
the core.

	Tony could have come just from Jamie's reactions to her talent. She
had nearly sucked Jamie dry by the time she came up for air.

"You?you are?oh my Goddess! You are so good at that!" Jamie said, almost
completely out of breath.

	Of course Tony was pleased with herself. She kissed the brown
skinned girl deeply, allowing Jamie to taste her own pleasure. From that
day forward, Tony and Jamie found it hard to stay apart.

	That pleasant thought flashed through Tony's mind as she and Pope
drove to the Glitter Lounge. The establishment was owned by another one of
Autumn Reign's girlhood friends- Pristine Scott. The Glitter lounge was
connected to Ms. Scott's popular North side restaurant- Scott & Vine-
located near Sheridan beach. Even though the sweet mental visions of Jamie
played, Tony was able to keep up a conversation with her Latin friend as
they drove through the city traffic. The colossal clutter of motor vehicles
seemed endless. The drive had been about an hour longer than usual, but it
was the beginning of rush-hour after all. By the time Tony and Pope arrived
at the Glitter Lounge, the two were relieved to finally be there.

	Upon entering the lounge through the tall double doors, it appeared
just as it had been the night before: dimly lit and held a laid-back
ambience. Only now there was not lively music beating from the surround
speakers, but rather the soft tunes of old school Rhythm and Blues. Also,
there was no crowd filling the two-story space. There was a sprinkle of
people occupying the lounge at that time of day, whom were mostly the
cleaning crew and a few having an afternoon cocktail. Since there was no
one tending to the coat-check booth near the front, Tony and Pope
approached the main bar stand. Behind it was the handsome bartender Louis.

"Well, hello!" the goatee sporting Cuban man greeted both studs cheerfully.

"Hey there good lookin'." Tony greeted sweetly in return.

"How are you two today?" Louis asked, placing drink coasters in front of
Jones and Chavez.

"Fine." Tony and Pope responded in unison.

"I asked how you were, not how you look." Louis winked, causing both of the
twenty-eight year old girls to chuckle. Then he asked, "What can I make for
you kids?"

"Hmm, I'll take a Vodka Tonic with a lime." Tony requested after taking a
few seconds to consider.

"A Bloody Mary, please." Pope entreated, knowing this would help with that
damned hangover. It was a bit better than it had been earlier on, but still
needed another remedy.

"Gotcha, my Honey Darlings." Louis affirmed as he set to mixing them their
drinks.

"Have you been to Market Days yet?" Pope asked the nicely tanned
thirty-seven year old guy.

"Not yet, but when I get off in two hours I'll be heading straight or
rather directly there." Louis answered as he set the Vodka Tonic in front
of Tony Jones. "Have you been yet?"

"We were on our way, actually. I just stopped in here to see if my duffle
bag was still here." Jones answered before taking a few sips of her drink,
which tasted just right. "Have you seen it?"

"Actually, I think I have. Is it red and black, with a panther on it?"
Louis had recalled.

"Yeah, that's it!" Tony beamed.

"I saw it in coat-check earlier." The Cuban man explained. He looked past
the two studs and called out, "You-whoo! Tammy! Tammy-kins!"

	Both Chavez and Jones looked over their shoulders at the
eye-catching fem girl Louis had been addressing. Tammy was placing lit
candles onto the round tables furnishing the lounge. She stopped the
process and came to stand at the bar. Even before that moment, Tammy had
noticed how attractive both Tony Jones and Pope Chavez were, when they had
first walked into Glitter.

"Can you go fetch that black and red duffle bag from coat-check? It belongs
to this one." Louis said, pointing at Tony.

"Of course I can, babe! Be right back." Tammy said before skipping off to
retrieve Tony's knapsack.

"She thinks you're cute. I can tell. She likes the Bois." Louis relayed to
Ms. Jones, as he gave Pope her tomato cocktail.

"I see." Tony raised her eyebrows, amused that little piece of
information. If Louis would have told her this in the past, Jones would
have wasted no time flirting with Tammy.

	In what seemed like no time at all, the girly-girl Tammy returned
with Tony's duffle bag in tow.

"Here ya go!" Tammy chimed as she handed it to Jones. Ms. Tammy was a cute
petite redhead, with an innocent appearance. However, Tony could tell Tammy
could be a feisty one in the bedroom or anywhere for that matter.

"Thanks." Tony said through her pearly white smile, causing Tammy to blush
as she floated back to her duties.

"Jamie is going to have to get used to that." Pope said as she nudged her
buddy.

"Used to what, man?" Tony asked, giving Chavez a sideways glance.

"I'm talkin' about your effect on other females, bro."

"Shit, you should see how girls react to Jamie."

"I believe it. Jamie is kinda fine and then has that accent. The only
difference is I don't think you can help flirting back."

	Jones chuckled lightly and nodded her head. "Yeah, I guess I do
have to work on that."

	Soon after they finished their drinks, Pope and Tony made plans to
meet up with Louis later that night, and then left the lounge. By then, it
was early evening and still Jamie had not responded to the messages Tony
had sent. As they got into the car, Pope noticed the worried expression on
her buddy's gorgeous face.

"When we get on the block, you'll feel better." Pope had assured Tony,
referring to the streets Market Days was being held. "Damn near everyone we
know is already there."

"And Jamie's there too." Jones mentioned as she flipped through her Smart
phone.

"Huh? So she did text you back?"

"No, but Jamie had told me a while ago that she would be working the Lotus
booth."

"You knew this the whole time? We could have been there by now, instead of
hanging at Glitter."

"I wanted to wait and see if she would call or something first. I just
don't want to show up on her."

"Hell, I would! Do a sneak attack on dat ass. Make Jamie hear you out."

"You can't make someone talk to you, nigga. Anyways, I guess she needs
time. Even though I don't remember and didn't mean to, what happened last
night was bogus. Shit, I might have reacted the same way."

"Whatever, man. So what you wanna do? I'm still goin' on Halsted whether
you do or not."

	Tony let out a long sigh and thought. 'Should I just go and
approach Jamie like that?'

"Better make up yo' mind quick, T.J." Chavez stated.

	They were approaching an intersection that would lead them either
back to the Reign-Glistening residence or to Market Days with a simple
right or left turn.

"Go right, then." Tony instructed without any further hesitation. Though it
did not feel like the best idea, the two were now on their way to the gay
event, where Jamie was assumed to be. Because of the affair, the streets
leading there were becoming more and more hectic with traffic. So, at about
seven blocks away, Pope parked her car on a side street. She and Tony had
to walk the rest of the way.

	That could have been a long walk for anyone else, but not for Jones
and Chavez. They were used to walking long city blocks. So, though it was
quite a hike, Tony and Pope felt they had arrived at the all too inviting
entrance of that year's annual Market Days in no time. Even upon
approaching the outside party, Tony and Pope could see it was overflowing
with activity. The beats of club music hit them, the moment they arrived to
the union of their fellow homos and allies. The event stretched a mile from
Halsted and Belmont to Addison Avenue. Being the thoughtful civil servants
that they were, both Jones and Chavez dropped a donation into the boxes the
event workers were holding out at the entry point. One did not have to pay
to get into this occasion, but those that felt serious about their duty to
the GLBT community did, if they had the funds to do so. As they stepped in
through the thick crowd, Pope and Tony weaved around sweaty, dancing
bodies. Tony knew exactly where Jamie would be posted, at the Lotus Opera
House booth, near Roscoe Street. Meanwhile, as Ms. Jones made her way
toward that direction as quickly as she could, Ms. Baptise was preparing to
leave for the day.

	Jamie had been working the Lotus Oprah House stand since ten
o'clock that morning. After being on her feet, handing out trinkets and
flyers for hours on end, Baptise was ready to turn the stall over to the
two fem girls- Marlene and Les- for the remainder of the day. What partly
saved her from the day's heat was the blue ribbed tee, with the Lotus name
and emblem scribed on it, and a pair of matching boy-shorts. If it was not
for that required attire by the Opera House's seventy-four year old owner-
the Ms. Crimson Lotus- Jamie would have turned in long ago. Slipping off
her flip-flops, Jamie put on a pair of cargo shorts, so as she made her way
to the train, Baptise would not be in what appeared to be just underwear.

	Just as Jamie Baptise was waving good-bye to the girls that had
come to take her place, she could hear her name being called. It was a
voice that had, on numerous occasions, panted her name during the channels
of coital exchange. Looking back Jamie spotted Tony, whom was now about ten
feet away, waving at her. Even over the booming music from various sources,
Jones was able to grasp Baptise's attention. Though they had caught one
another's eyes from the distance, Jamie still turned and continued to walk
away. Tony was not at all surprised by this, but still put more pep in her
steps to catch up to Jamie.

"Hey! Wait up!" Jones continued to call out.

	As she tried to match the brown stud's quick strides, Tony was
being constantly deterred by the crowd of Market Days attendees. Steam from
the various restaurant booths, metal garbage canisters, and people that
were standing in Jones' path made it difficult to reach her love. The black
stud, from North France, could have easily cut down the nearest side
street, but wanted the other stud to suffer the obstacles of the congested
boulevard. Ms. Jones deserved all of this, Ms. Baptise felt as she so
easily made her way around the things that served as obstructions to the
other twenty-eight year old stud.

	After Jamie had had her fill of allowing Tony to maneuver through
the sweaty shuffle, she finally decided to turn down a side street with a
lot less human-traffic. Jones had finally caught up to Jamie after rounding
the corner near club Hydrate, leaving Pope far behind.

"Jamie!" Tony called out, this time out of breath.

	Stopping her long strides, Jamie turned to face Jones. She was
quite happy that the light skinned stud had undergone all of that, but
there was a faint pang of guilt along with this. Nonetheless, Ms. Baptise
sported a not-so-pleased expression. Ms. Jones became intimidated by the
gaze. It took a lot to daunt Tony and that manifestation alone, from the
equally attractive French girl, set her back a bit. It was then that Jones
understood how Autumn felt when she explained how nervous she became,
whenever Aubrey would shoot her a similar glance on occasion.

"Still mad, huh?" Tony asked, attempting levity that did not work.

"What do you think, asshole? Jamie huffed, her accent alluring even when
seething with anger.

"I?I had to see you. No, fuck it, I needed to see you like I do every day,
all day."

"Did you tell that girl that too?"

"No, Jamie. I would never tell anyone else that. Hell, I never have?until
you."

	Ms. Baptise sighed out some angst, looking around at anything
instead of the face she had come to find all too gorgeous. Noticing this,
Tony stepped into Jamie's view.

"Will you let me talk? Hear me out?" the 5'8 stud asked the 5'10 kick
boxer. "I need to explain what went wrong last night, which I honestly
don't remember."

	Tony was speaking in that smooth tone girls in her past had melted
to. Indeed the same effects softened Jamie's mood, but only by a little.

"I'll think about it." Baptise said as she rolled her light brown eyes.

Even though she was and forever would be smitten by the other stud, Jamie
was not about to let Tony off-the-hook easily. After adjusting the strap of
her sling bag onto her left shoulder, the French girl turned to walk
away. Aware the other stud needed time to calm; Tony just smiled and walked
in the opposite direction. Though their interaction was brief and
loose-ended, Ms. Jones was just pleased to have had some sort of exchange
with Ms. Baptise. Jamie's last words may not have been a complete
affirmation, but hopeful at least. When Tony had stridden back onto the
bustling street, she immediately saw Pope standing in a huddle with their
mutual friends, whom greeted Jones warmly.

"All good, man?" Pope Chavez asked as she slung an arm around Jones'
shoulders. P. Chavez had paid close attention to where Tony had run before
the curvy stud disappeared around the corner near Hydrate.

	Luckily Tony and Pope's friends just happened to be near the
water-spouting club so, as Chavez waited for Tony to get some words in with
Jamie; she was occupied by the cheerful greetings of their equally stud-ish
buddies: Cam, Stevie, Phoenix, Bobbie and Roxie.

"It's lookin' promisin'." Tony assured Pope as she gripped the brim of
Chavez's black White Sox baseball cap and jiggled it playfully.

	From that moment forward Tony, Pope and their gaggle of confidants
partied. They gulped down cups of an assortment of beers from the various
liquor-booths along that barricaded city strip. The team of butches/studs,
along with Louis who had met up with them, danced at the various
"dance-floors". They even stood at the stages presenting several music
artists. Before any of them knew it, the event was wrapping up for the
night; at about a quarter to nine. The crowd had deflated dramatically,
from how it had been before. Tony and Pope's friends had plans to move onto
elsewhere. Andersonville, which is considered the more lesbian part of the
North side, was on the top of the list. Feeling drowsy and quite winded,
Tony Jones wanted to retire for the night.

"Want a ride home, at least?" Pope had asked when Tony refused the
protesting from Cam and the others.

"I'll take a cab. Believe it, I'll be fine. Go ahead, bro. Have fun." Jones
had insisted.

"Be safe, nigga. Call me when you get to Autumn's crib." Pope Chavez stated
as she hugged and bid her friend, of seven years, a sweet farewell.

	With that, Tony Jones walked up to Wrigleyville to hail a cab. It
took about four to five minutes for an unoccupied taxi to finally pull over
for Jones. When the cabbie had took her on as a fare, Tony and the foreign
driver had a rather pleasant conversation about world politics on the
way. After paying the fare and tipping the driver generously, Tony entered
the Reign-Glistening dwelling with a head fuzzy with beer, but could still
comprehend doing the most important tasks left to her on the check-list:
setting the alarm system, lightly feeding the exotic fish for the second
time that day and taking the garbage out.

	It did not take much or long to complete the minimalistic tasks for
the night. After changing into a pair of stripped pajama bottoms and a
white tank top, Jones went onto rather cozy den. In the spacious room, Tony
called Pope before clicking on the television mounted above a well-adorned
fireplace. After ending the brief phone call with Chavez, Jones extended
herself on the deep, plush cushioned couch and laid her head onto the
pillow leaning on the armrest. Jones laid there in the softness of the
couch, flipping through the seemingly endless channels. Upon settling on a
1990's action flick playing on a local station, Tony's mind drifted
again. While she paid very little attention to the low budget made-for-TV
movie, again Jones' mind drifted to thoughts of Jamie. This time, rather
than when they had first hooked-up, she focused on the time Jamie had
fucked well her.

	The thought was not a very distant one, since the situation had
taken place a day before that negative incident Tony had to redeem herself
from. Before getting too comfortable on that couch, Ms. Jones went to the
kitchen and brewed a pot of peppermint tea. While waiting for the water to
boil on the stove, the caramel skinned stud was so pensive about Jamie, a
girlish giddiness fluttered through her. Tony had also felt blush tickling
her cheeks. After combining steaming hot water, a tea bag, a sugar cube, a
drop of honey and a slice of lemon into a mug, Jones went back to her place
in the den. Attempting to blow on the surface of the tea to cool it, Tony's
mind was still thick with the thought of Jamie Baptise. Jones felt those
tingles again, but this time they included the feel of her vaginal walls
gently throbbing. While all of this eventuated, so did the brainwork of the
time(s) Jamie had been inside of her; with fingers, tongue and the eight
inch long faux cock.

	At first, of course, Tony was very hesitant to allow any of those
into her virginal orifice. Jones had always been the one to administer such
pleasures, when engaging with another female. Perhaps it was her growing
emotions toward the French girl that caused Tony to give herself
entirely. Jamie did have that sexy and hypnotizing butch allure, which Tony
also possessed. When Jamie had coaxed Tony into that particular
fuck-session, Jones was done for solely based on that damned French accent
of Baptise's.

 "I need to fuck you now." Jamie growled passionately, flipping Tony over
after allowing Jones to work on her body.

	Baptise diddled Tony's very wet sex as she circled her tongue
around each of Jones' erect nipples. Usually Tony did not allow the girls
she would be intimate with to do such, but it felt all too good. In that
moment, unlike any other, Tony was more than willing to be the 'receiver'.

"Let me fuck you. I want to be inside of you." Jamie's voice was dripping
with a sultry allure.

	Baptise slid an index finger into Tony, stirring it in the warm
wetness. Jamie could feel how tight and virginal Jones had been.

"Do you get fucked? Have you ever been fucked?" Baptise asked, gently
gliding in another finger.

"Huh?" Tony was so focused on Jamie's actions; she had not caught what the
other girl had said.

"Do you let girls fuck you? Like this? Any other way, even?" Ms. Baptise
asked sweetly as she stroked her fingers in and out of the caramel skinned
stud, gradually speeding up the pace.

"No. I don't let girls?..mmmm. Ah!" Tony felt Jamie hitting a tender spot,
which had never been stimulated before.

"Can I fuck you with my cock?"

	Tony's light brown eyes, which had been closed tightly, suddenly
flew open in response to Jamie's question.

"You want to strap-up and fuck me?" Tony asked, she now short of breath.

"Please, baby. I have been fantasying about it for a while. I've been
dreaming about it too." Jamie admitted as she massaged Jones' clit with her
thumb while continuing to finger-fuck the other sexy stud.

	Once that was proclaimed, Tony gripped Jamie's wrist to stop the
motions of the brown girl's affections. Tony had never allowed or even
considered another girl screwing her with a strap-on. It was always
Ms. Jones doing that sort of fucking. Though she was highly aroused, Tony
was not about to give into Baptise's request easily.

"What?" Jamie asked when Tony had halted the movement of her fingers. "You
don't want it? You don't want to watch my cock slide in and out of this
sweet pussy?"

	Jamie licked Tony's sweet secretions from her fingers. This turned
Jones on more. Then Baptise moved down until she was at eye-level to Tony's
sex and gave it a kiss. Tony's body jerked. Jamie lapped at the engorged
folds until Tony reacted with a blinding orgasm. This shocked and
overwhelmed Ms. Jones. Rolling over on to her side, Tony buried her face
into the Goose-feather pillow. Baptise laid behind the curvy stud and
draped her arm over Tony. For reasoning she could not fathom, Tony felt as
though she wanted to cry. She could not allow Jamie to see her do such a
thing. Though Ms. Jones had been with many girls, the only way she came was
purely by making the other girl or woman finish, and that was through
mental stimulation. So for Jamie to get her off that way, Tony's emotions
were stricken with a kind of effect she had never experienced
before. Against her will, Jones drifted off to sleep as Jamie held her
lovingly. It was such a warm embrace and Tony knew she would have to get
used to this. She liked it too much not to.

	Lying on Autumn's cozy couch in the den, just before Tony slipped
into dreamland, she fussed with her cellphone for a moment, making sure all
of its ringing functions were still working. Once that was confirmed, Jones
slowly floated to sleep. When the early morning sunlight hit her shut
eyelids, Tony awakened to not only the solar beams, but also the sound of a
truck horn. The obnoxious noise caused Jones to sit up with a start.

"Who in the hell..?" Tony questioned out loud to no one.

	It took a moment for her eyes to adjust to all of the sun
spattering into the space around her. Then her phone sounded
suddenly. Snatching up the cell and blinking a few times, Tony could see it
was a message from Jamie. Finally, it was Jamie! The text read, 'I'm ready
to talk now.'

	Realizing how overly excited she was by the news; Tony cleared her
throat and composed herself. Then she dialed Jamie's number.

"Yeah?" Ms. Baptise said after answering the call, allowing her phone to
sing on and on just before it went to voicemail.

"Jamie, I just want to say?" Tony tried to lay out her piece, but was
interrupted.

"Wait! Do not say anything you do not mean."

"No, I would never do that because I?I love you."

"You sound unsure."

"I've never said that to anyone before."

	Jamie, who was truly touched by the caramel skinned stud's
emission, went silent for a few beats. Then she asked, "You have never said
that before? To anyone?"

"Besides my family, but I really mean it. I've fallen hard for you. I never
want to make you that mad again. Seeing you upset like that made me sick,
Jamie." Ms. Jones rapidly, yet clearly explained this to Ms. Baptise. Tony
did not want to leave space for another interruption.

	With that said, Jamie felt tears forming in her eyes. Tony's gentle
pleading caused a sudden rush of strong emotions to take over the moodiness
Baptise had exuded. Jones heard the darker girl sniffle and then she too
felt the stirrings of tears gathering in her own eyes. Before allowing
herself to spill out a waterfall of ardor, Tony tried to ask in a clear
voice, "What are you doing today?"

	After wiping her nose with a sheet of Kleenex, Jamie Baptise
answered, "I was going to browse the Market Days booths."

"Can I join you?" Tony asked, wiping away those flowing tears with the hem
of her shirt.

	Jamie chuckled and agreed to meet with Tony an hour from then.
After both had done their separate routines of freshening up for the day;
as planned the two studs met at the Market Day's main entrance. The entire
time Tony and Jamie scoped the scene of the sparkling event, they walked
hand in hand. Of course the two studs received confused glances and neither
one of them paid those people any mind. They would have to go out into the
broader world after that day, so it was time to used to the fact that they
appeared an unusual pair. Even with that fact, as far as Ms. Baptise and
Ms. Jones were concerned, they were just two girls in love. Just before
night engulfed the day with its long shadow, Tony brought Jamie back to the
Reign-Glistening residence. There, the two smitten studs cuddled on that
cozy couch in the den and watched a poorly acted low-budget movie.
Actually, Jones and Baptise kissed deeply for the entire duration of the
film.

There was no sex that night. There were only sweet kisses and adoring
caresses. As the hours of that night grew later, Tony and Jamie retreated
to the guest bedroom. In that fully furnished space, the two studs snuggled
and drifted off to sleep. Though not in the sexual instance, love was being
made. There was no doubt Ms. Jones' and Ms. Baptise's feelings for one
another were strong. From then on, the two studs were officially a solid
couple. Words did not have to bond this union. It just was and that is all
that would ever matter.

End.