Part 2

Ryan hadn't seen Beyoncé in months. She had fucked her in a bathroom and disappeared after dinner. Ryan couldn't help the way she pined for her, unable to tell Brooklyn or her roommates what had happened. She just wallowed around thinking about the woman, wondering if she'd dreamt up the whole thing.

She hated it. Dr Knowles was on her mind all the time; the way she'd talked to her, her kisses, the way her face had looked between her thighs. God it was exhausting.

"Hey, how's therapy been going?" Brooklyn asked entering the living room. Ryan had started using some of the therapy provided for students at their college.

Ryan shrugged, it was fine. She was only on her fourth session but she thought it might help in the long term. She'd learned to calm down before she had a massive panic attack but she also hadn't been around the primary cause of those attacks so she couldn't be sure how much difference it was actually making.

"My mom might be getting a job working there"

Ryan's ears perked up then. "Huh? As a therapist?"

"Yeah... well kinda. It's for her research or something. She's wants to do a study on college kids or brain development or something like that," Brooklyn replied.

"Oh that's cool." Ryan tried not to show too much interest but immediately images of Beyoncé flashed through her mind. Beyoncé's little dimple when she smiled, how she'd ran a hand through that soft blonde hair, the way she'd looked at Ryan as if she couldn't help herself.

"Yeah I'm pretty sure she just wants to spy on me though" Brooklyn rolled her eyes and Ryan felt her heartbeat increase. Did this mean she'd be seeing Beyoncé soon? She hoped so, she hadn't stopped thinking about her since the restaurant.

"She seemed cool. When is she coming?" Ryan feigned nonchalance. She was trying to act like a normal person but she might be seeing Beyoncé soon. It would be all she thought about until she saw the older woman again. Beyoncé had a sex appeal that couldn't be denied. It was the confidence in how she spoke, the small movements of her body. Everything about her was attractive.

"Gets here tonight. She wants to get coffee tomorrow, do you wanna come? I don't re-"

"Yes" Ryan answered way too quickly, eyes going wide as Brooke looked at her strangely. "I just- she was really helpful. I should say thank you."

"Right..." Brooke moved on to talking about other things but Ryan couldn't stop thinking about the tall lady with the blonde hair. She wondered what she'd look like now, if her hair was still blonde, how often she dyed it. Could she still do that thing with her tongue?

Then she wondered if Beyoncé would even remember her. It had been a big deal to Ryan but maybe Beyoncé did that all the time - fucking her kids friends in restaurant bathrooms. Ryan had no idea. She barely knew the woman.

"Ry, are you listening?"

"Huh? Sorry I zoned out."

"You still stressed about that test? You'll be fine"

"I know, I'm gonna go study ok?" Ryan got up quickly going to her room.

Next day

"Babyyyyy!" Beyoncé grinned pulling her daughter into a hug. "I missed you."

"Hi mom" Brooke rolled her eyes sounding tired. Beyoncé sighed. She could at least pretend to be enthusiastic.

"And Ryan, it's so nice to see you again. You look lovely," Beyoncé said, her eyes crinkling at the corners.

"Thanks Dr Knowles," Ryan looked away shyly.

"What did I tell you? Call me Bey," Beyoncé pulled her into a hug too.

Ryan felt her whole body relax. She let Beyoncé's perfume invade her nostrils - a strong floral scent that she could almost taste as she breathed it in. It was different to what she'd worn to dinner - that one was more woodsy, this one was fresh.

But Beyoncé's touch was such a comfort, Ryan's head rested into her chest for a moment. It was a real hug despite being brief as they both pulled away under the lights of the coffee shop. Ryan got everything she needed from that hug. She felt the way Beyoncé's hands had lingered on her as if it had been a real struggle to let her go, as if the surrounding people were really making this hard for her.

"Anyways mom..." Brooklyn rolled her eyes as they got to the front of the queue each ordering a coffee before Beyoncé turned to the younger women.

"What else do yall want?" Beyoncé asked looking at the display of cakes and pastries.

"Oh that's okay-"

"Cheesecake brownie" Brooke pointed to a cheesecake that had swirls of chocolate inside and a gooey fudge brownie underneath. "And the red velvet brownie... and I'll take a cookie."

"Ryan honey, get something" Beyoncé nudged in that tone that let Ryan know she was serious and she didn't mind getting it for her. It wasn't an order but it was close.

Ryan had always felt uncomfortable having people buy her things. But she wasn't going to disobey Beyoncé. Especially when she was being so nice about it and she seemed so insistent.

She pointed to a matcha cheesecake and Beyoncé smiled getting two slices - one for herself - as well as both the brownies and the cookie Brooklyn said she wanted.

Beyoncé let her daughter pick the table and they ended up sitting towards the back of the cafe in a booth. Ryan twiddled her thumbs sat beside her friend and opposite Beyoncé. She was still so nervous around her. She didn't know this woman but here she was having coffee with her.

Beyoncé asked how college was going, mostly talking to Brooke but including Ryan in the conversation. It was a neutral subject that didn't leave much room for flirting, but still Beyoncé let her gaze linger on Ryan's lips every time she spoke.

Their coffees didn't take long to be brought over and Ryan held the mug close trying her best to focus. She was too distracted by watching Beyoncé eat. The way her lips closed around the fork - the fact it was practically clean when she took it out of her mouth. She wondered if Beyoncé liked it. She probably did if the way she licked the fork was any indication. Ryan enjoyed watching her, noticing even the lipstick stain that she left on her mug.

She's didn't have her glasses on the entire time leading Ryan to wonder about her vision. Was she near or far sighted? Why didn't she wear contacts? Her eyes were so beautiful.

At some point they were talking about her new job. It wasn't a job at all, it was research, Beyoncé explained. She had a hypothesis about the effects of the college atmosphere on students mental health. Ryan thought it sounded smart, the way Beyoncé explained it.

"Mom you should put Ryan in your study."

Beyoncé looked up for the first time, looking properly at Ryan, who looked like she'd been caught doing something she wasn't supposed to. "Oh she doesn't have to. I'm sure your friend has better things to do than-"

"Oh no," Ryan gulped. "It's fine. It's the least I can do to thank you," Ryan was still mostly looking down, pretending to be focused on the coffee in her mug.

"Thank me?" Beyoncé's brows knitted together.

"For the restaurant, you know? My anxiety and stuff," Ryan shrugged.

Beyoncé frowned extending a hand across the table. "Oh honey, I would've done that for anyone," she paused and her face grew hot remembering what happened after her panic attack. "well not all of it, but you're welcome, please don't feel like you have to thank me." Beyoncé offered a soft smile that caused Ryan to look away bashfully. It was so hard not to have a crush on this lady. Especially when she was this warm.

"Alright mom, we gotta get to class," Brooke said glancing at the time on her phone.

"You do. I'm free all day" Ryan bragged causing Brooklyn to roll her eyes as they each started to gather their things. The rest of Ryans classes had been cancelled so she was free to do whatever she liked for the rest of the day.

"Oh?" Beyoncé's eyes widened slightly. "Brooke do you mind if I talk to your friend a little more... about... my... study?" She said slowly as if coming up with that excuse had taken a while in her mind. "If that's okay with you honey?" She met Ryan's eyes.

Ryan nodded, a normal amount of eager as she agreed.

"Sure I'll see you at home Ry" they each hugged and then Brooklyn made her way out of the cafe leaving her friend alone with her mom.

Beyoncé and Ryan both watched in silence as the door swung closed behind Brooklyn. The second she was gone, the atmosphere instantly changed between them becoming thicker, becoming charged. Two popcorn kernels waiting to be popped.

"So Ryan..." Beyoncé turned to properly face her, hazel eyes locking onto the younger girl. Ryan had her full attention now and she shuddered under the intensity of her gaze. "I do think you'd be a good fit for the study but I'm not too sure if it's a good idea..."

"Oh why?" Ryan's brows twitched together and it took everything in Beyoncé not to tell her exactly how cute that was and how much she wanted to spread her out over this table and do bad things to her in this coffee shop.

The younger woman had never been looked at in such a way before. It was as if Beyonce was drinking her in, noticing every detail about her, deciding on the best way to get her naked.

"It might be a bit of a conflict of interest." She sighed leaning back in her chair, eyes still locked on Ryan.

Beyoncé nibbled her lip between her teeth. It had taken her a moment but she was clearly undressing Ryan in her mind. She didn't even bother to hide it, running a hand through her blonde tresses as her eyes ran along the other woman's body.

"How?" Ryan asked. She was still so nervous around her. Brooklyn had been like a buffer in for them, but now she was alone. She could only focus on those two bright hazel eyes that trapped her in her gaze. The furthest she could bear to look away was at that beauty mark beside her eyebrow that only made her look even more beautiful.

"It's distracting honestly..." Beyonce took another sip of her coffee.

Somehow, Ryan felt like the tension between them had thickened. As if they were back in that bathroom before they kissed. But she didn't want to be presumptuous. She barely had the confidence to understand what was happening.

"Whats distracting?" Ryan asked raising a brow. The coffee wasn't particularly good but the smell was a good distraction from how intense this moment felt.

"You." Beyoncé said causing Ryan's breath to hitch. Did she really mean that?

Beyoncé hadn't broken the eye contact with her since Brooklyn had left. She was staring her down. The woman just wouldn't look away. "You know for someone so smart, you really take a minute to catch on" she chuckled and Ryan gulped staring at her.

"It's just- I... you make me really nervous" the younger one gulped drinking her in like a glass of water.

Beyoncé smirked, sweeping a loose strand of hair from her face. "Why are you nervous honey?" Her voice was calming but still, Ryan was nervous.

Um because you're fine as fuck and twice my age and I really wanna have sex with you again but also you're my best friend's mom and she doesn't know and I can't figure if that makes it wrong or not. "I don't know..." Ryan said.

"Yes you do," Beyoncé placed a hand beneath her chin and tilted her face up. "Anyways, I'm the one who should be nervous. You don't know what you do to me," she bit her lip running her eyes up and down Ryan's body again taking her time to appreciate every tiny detail about her.

Ryan's breath hitched. Beyoncé couldn't just say things like that and expect her to not to react. "Come see my hotel?" Beyoncé asked and Ryan nodded.

She'd have said yes to feeding themselves to sharks if Beyoncé had asked in that particular voice.

The two stood up, Beyoncé leaving a stack of cash on the table before she interlaced their fingers and dragged Ryan outside, towards her car. Beyoncé didn't speak, just opened the door for her as Ryan slid into her car. Her brain felt fuzzy as she thought about what was going to happen next.

Beyoncé slipped her glasses back on and started up the car. Ryan didn't know what to say when the older woman wasn't making conversation so she instead just quietly listened to the radio.

There was a comfort in the silence which Ryan was using it to overthink. She bounced her leg and tried to brainstorm all the reasons why this was wrong and why it shouldn't happen. But for each point she had a counterpoint: Brooke was her friend, fucking her mom was insane. But then, what Brooke didn't know wouldn't hurt her. It wasn't like she'd ever asked her not to have sex with her mom. The car ride went on like this until Ryan gave up, her eyes trailing along the side of Beyoncé's face.

No matter where she looked, Beyoncé was gorgeous. She had that one arched eyebrow, those decorative beauty marks, those eyes that held the sunrise, and her lips - her lips were so plump and pretty.

She gulped when she saw Beyoncé pulling up in front of a large brick hotel building. They got out and Beyoncé handed her keys to a valet. Ryan just watched, following Beyoncé through the lobby towards the elevators. When they stepped on Beyoncé turned to her, a teasing look in her eyes, "I can't wait to get my hands on you." She said as the doors began to close.

Ryan felt a tingle shoot through her spine. But before the doors could close, someone else jumped into the elevator, much to Beyoncé's clear annoyance. She started tapping her foot as the elevator whirred waiting impatiently for it to reach her floor.

Ryan was flooded with anxiety. This whole thing made her feel so nervous. Like her body was breaking. She felt so jumpy.

Beyoncé just sighed reaching up and rolling her neck as she waited for the elevator to travel 3 more floors.

Finally, they got off and they walked towards her door, Ryan trailing slightly behind her until the keycard clicked and Beyoncé practically pushed her inside.

"Finally," Beyoncé said as the door closed shut behind them. Ryan's heart was racing at this point. She'd convinced herself maybe Beyoncé just wanted to talk about the study. Maybe it was just conversation.

But then Beyoncé was sat on the bed, finger curling as she looked at Ryan. "Come here honey"

Ryan did as told moving, quickly, nervously, almost falling over herself. But Beyoncé caught her, sitting her on her lap as the two pressed their lips into each other. This was so much better in a bed.

They made out for a while and then Beyoncé was tugging on her clothes. "Mm" Ryan moaned feeling her touch on her skin. "Bey... fuck..." she hissed as the kisses reached down her neck. "Mmm bey-"

"Yes, honey?" Beyoncé was working overtime now, her fingers reaching deftly beneath Ryan's shirt causing her breath to hitch.

Ryan breathed extra hard before gripping Beyoncé's hands to stop her. "Let me... let me take care of you," she breathed against Beyoncé's skin, ripe with desire.

Beyoncé bit her lip, with Ryan still sat on her lap. She gave a small nod and Ryan undid her blazer, tossing it somewhere before she took off her shirt. Beyoncé had on a matching white bra which Ryan took special note of, before she took it off of her body.

She wanted to suck on her flesh, to kiss her everywhere. But Beyoncé was impatient. Ryan climbed off of her pulling her pants swiftly down her legs.

Then she sank to her knees, hungry to please her. She wanted to make her orgasm as much as Beyoncé had made her. She wanted to watch her, to hear her, to taste her.

Beyoncé was just as perfect as she'd imagined, the warmth of her thighs inviting as she looked up. Scanning along her body, she noticed Beyoncé's lip pressed between her teeth, her platinum blonde hair flowing behind her, a quiet anticipation filling her eyes. This woman was so damn sexy. Ryan just wanted to be good enough for her.

"...fuck Ry," Beyoncé's voice came out so quietly, Ryan almost didn't hear it.

With low eyes, Ryan looked directly towards her destination, taking time to tease the strawberry skin on her legs before she eased her thighs open. Beyoncé opened up for her easily, letting Ryan peel her underwear off to reveal exactly where she needed her.

Ryan licked her lips as she pushed her head in closer. Beyoncé tasted exactly how she looked.

"Oh honey," she husked, her voice like ripples on a lake.

Ryan's tongue reached out to slide up her slit and circle around her clit, and Beyoncé let out an appreciative moan.

Then Ryan tilted her head, pushing her tongue in deeper. She wanted more of those moans, more of Beyoncé. She explored the woman, drinking in her essence. No one had ever turned her on so much.

"Fuck. Just like that honey." She twitched as Ryan's tongue flicked over her clit. She wondered where Ryan learned to do all this. A bolt of jealousy shot through her. Had she been fucking these college girls like this?

But then Ryan's face was in deeper and she forgot what she was even worked up about.

"Oh you're making mama feel so good, baby," she raked her hands through Ryan's scalp, gripping her hair as Ryan tongue fucked her in this suite.

Ryan moaned sucking her clit into her mouth, stroking it between her lips gently then roughly. The older woman leaned back, breathing heavy as she watched the younger girl. She didn't take her eyes off of her. The entire time.

Her whole body twitched as Ryan teased her clit. Ryan moaned in response, the vibrations shaking through Beyoncé's body. Her mouth on Beyoncé's pussy was making her even more wet.

"Right there baby. Oh don't stop" she groaned. She was getting close. She felt it building inside her as Ryan swallowed up her juices

"Shit honey, I'm gonna cum."

Ryan smirked. She loved how responsive Beyoncé was. Her skin was so soft, she tasted so good. And the sound of her voice was such a turn on.

Her tongue started to lick along up her clit. Up and down with steady pressure. Beyoncé gripped her tighter. "Don't stop." Ryan wasn't allowed to stop. She needed to keep going. She was so so close.

And then she was there.

"Fuck fuck fuck, oh my god," then Bey went silent, her legs clamping around Ryan's head. Ryan wished she could've looked up, could've seen her face as she orgasmed.

But instead she got to lick her up, to savour those juices on her tongue. The way Beyoncé's legs spasmed around her. Ryan was so turned on by it all.

"Oh honey, get up here," Beyoncé ordered and Ryan's body crashed into hers causing her to fall back against the sheets as they kissed. Her lips were wet from Beyoncé's juices, as Beyoncé tugged her tongue into her mouth.

Ryan's clothes were torn off quickly and eventually they were both naked and making out on top of each other.

And then a phone was ringing somewhere on the floor. They ignored it, Beyoncé pulling Ryan closer. She tapped her leg and Ryan adjusted hers until they both had one leg bent and the other straight.

Ryan felt Beyoncé flip them over. She wanted to be in control, Ryan was just lying back, completely at her mercy as Beyoncé lifted her leg, resting it on her shoulder.

Beyoncé rolled her hips to control the angle and Ryan whimpered a little at the touch against her clit. "Is that good, honey?" Beyoncé asked noticing the sound from Ryan.

Ryan could barely speak with this woman on top of her, her hair stroking against her skin with how naked and how close she was. Ryan nodded as Beyoncé started to thrust her hips.

"Speak up beautiful" Beyoncé's eyes were low and focused on Ryan.

"Uh huh," Ryan swallowed. "So good" she breathed.

Beyoncé smirked swirling her hips. Ryan would be the death of her. The feel of Ryan's clit against hers, the wetness between her thighs. Beyoncé couldn't help being turned on by this girl.

"You're such a good girl, letting mommy fuck you like this," Beyoncé bit her lip looking down at her younger lover.

"Mmm," Ryan moaned. She'd never been fucked like this before. Beyoncé mashed their clits together so fast but so precise. They were both wet and slippery, sliding along each other. The way their bodies fit together was magic.

Ryan's hands rested on Beyoncé's hips, pulling the older woman into her. She guided her faster. Faster. She needed more.

"Oh honey," Beyoncé moaned looking down at her.

A hardened nub thrust into a clit, causing a set of hips to buckle. Beyoncé moaned and Ryan felt so weak to her touch. Her body was crying out as Beyoncé thrust into her.

"Oh fuck." Ryan moaned. Beyoncé was completely in control and she loved every second. Even as her body twitched, she watched Beyoncé's reactions. She needed to make her cum. That was the goal on her mind.

"Yes baby let me hear you."

Ryan moaned again as her clit was stroked. It felt so damn good. Beyoncé was fucking her so damn good.

"You like that baby?" Beyoncé's entire body rolled with each thrust. She needed this too. Just as much as Ryan. And Ryan was so fucking sexy beneath her.

She pushed an arm back on the bed throwing her head back as she rolled her hips. "Ry..." she moaned. "Oh honey..."

"Bey..." Ryan moaned. "I'm gonna cum. Fuck I'm gonna cum," she moaned.

Beyoncé's body heated up at her confession. "Cum for mama, baby cum for me" she moaned even louder. "Be a good girl, and cum for me" they were both frantic now thrusting into each other, nails digging into hips.

Ryan's head rolled back, her eyes drifted closed. But Beyoncé didn't let up on her. She thrust even harder rubbing their clits together. They were leaking all over the bed, wet sounds filling up the room.

Then finally they both came, breathing heavily as their legs tensed around each other. Lazily, they both collapsed falling asleep on top of each other.