Part 6

Eventually, the two grew bored of shopping and were both getting hungry. Bey left the bags in the car and led the way to a restaurant she'd found.

It was a small intimate place, probably family owned and perfect for a date. They got a small table for two and Ryan followed behind her, watching her ass move as she walked. Beyoncé just couldn't help being thique in all the right places. Ryan's eyes wandered all over her. She definitely liked what she saw. Maybe later she could eat... never mind. She sat down tucking in her lips.

Looking at the menu, Ryan was in heaven. There were so many options and it all sounded good. She wondered what Beyoncé would order. What did she like? They seemed to like similar things, she thought back to the cafe. Bey looked so good in that cafe outfit. She looked good in this one too. Ryan liked the jeans and the way they hugged her ass. She was so lost in thought that she forgot to think of her order by the time the waitress returned.

But then Beyoncé ordered for them both and the waitress nodded disappearing into the kitchen. And Ryan made a face the moment the waitress left and it was like Beyoncé blinked back to reality.

"I'm sorry honey, did you want something else?" She looked so worried that she'd done something wrong, eyes wide as she looked at Ryan ready to apologise and call the waitress back.

Ryan just smiled and shook her head. Beyoncé was perfect. "Thanks Bey," she looked down and Beyoncés teeth came out to form a gummy smile. Ryan blushed. Beyoncé could be so sweet, she was learning.

The waitress set down the wine bottle beside the candle on the table and Ryan swore this was the fanciest bottle of wine she'd ever seen. There was an upside down heart shape on the bottle and some words she couldn't pronounce. Beyoncé poured both of them glasses and watched Ryan taste it.

Wine was never Ryan's go to choice for alcohol but this one was actually pretty good. It actually tasted flavourful like there were real fruit or berries in it and didn't taste like battery acid the way wine usually did. It was still not her favourite drink, but she understood why people would like this one. It was smooth.

"You like it?" Beyoncé asked as she watched Ryan sip. Her eyes seemed low now, focused on Ryan's lips around the wine glass.

"Yeah" she bit her lip as the food came out. "It's good." She added seeing Beyoncé's eyes watching her.

"Yeah?" Beyoncé said with a smirk on her face. "I'll get you a bottle."

"You have to stop," Ryan giggled rolling her eyes. "You don't have to get me things just because I like them." She wasn't used to this and honestly she didn't want to be used to it. Getting nice things every now and then is what made her appreciate them. If she got them all the time, they'd lose their value.

"I know but—" Beyoncé started.

"I don't like it that much."

"Oh? Well what do you like? I'll get you that instead."

Ryan rolled her eyes, sucking pasta into her mouth. They both knew she was playing but she wasn't really playing. Ryan wouldn't be surprised if Beyoncé tried to buy her an entire vineyard after the day they'd had. Beyoncé had spent so much money on her, even after she told her to stop.

Some people would say it was cute, Ryan thought it was both cute and overwhelming. Then Beyoncé seemed disappointed when she said she just wanted Five Guys instead of whatever fancy restaurant she had wanted to take her to for lunch. That, however, had been cute. Ryan planting kisses on her older lovers lips as if they both didn't taste of burgers at this point.

The conversation at the table moved on and they found themselves getting to know more about each other. Beyoncé was the type who cried at movies like Shrek. In fact she'd had to stop Brooke from watching it when she was younger because it made her cry so much. Regular sad movies didn't do much to her but something about those ogres overcoming hardship and finding love had her in tears by the end of the movie.

Ryan couldn't help laughing as Beyoncé rolled her eyes. She was somehow adorable. Candlelight flickered between them as Ryan told her about the last film to make her cry. It was one of those sci fi movies where the loveable best friend dies. The whole movie had her stressed.

"You're so beautiful," Beyoncé said seemingly out of nowhere. It was like the fifth time she'd said it today and Ryan was caught off guard. It seemed so random.

For a moment it felt like they were really on a date. Ryan didn't know how they got here but there they were, Beyoncé topping up her glass and watching her lips as she spoke.

Ryan's brows furrowed together. "Bey..."

"What? You are. It's distracting honestly."

Ryan bit her lip. "Imagine how I feel" Ryan looked down nervously. "And then you say things like that..." she started playing with the fork in her hand refusing to look up and see those taunting eyes.

"Things like what?" Beyoncé smirked. She knew exactly what Ryan meant.

"Stop it" Ryan blushed and Beyoncé smiled reaching over to tuck away some hair behind Ryan's ear.

Ryan's eyelids fluttered at she looked up at Beyoncé. She was making her feel so nervous, butterflies flapping their wings throughout her entire body. She was so intimidating sometimes.

"You're looking at me like..." Ryan trailed off.

Beyoncé smirked. Then she lowered her voice so none of the other tables could hear what she was about to say, "like I'm thinking about what I wanna do to you after we leave this place?" She raised a brow, a smirk on her lips.

Ryan nodded, between her thighs heating up. The dripping candle wax had nothing on her as she looked away from Beyoncé who answered her own question, "because I'm thinking about what I wanna do to you after we leave."

"Beyoncé," Ryan gasped. It was so much, too much, to say in a restaurant. They were supposed to be eating.

"What? I can't wait for dessert, honey." Beyoncé chuckled running a hand through her hair and chewing her lip. "Sorry I'll stop..." she was still smirking though — that dangerous smirk where Ryan didn't know if she could trust anything she said.

Then Ryan licked the sauce off her lips and Beyoncé's thoughts came flooding back. "How do you feel about car sex, honey?"

Ryans breath hitched as she ate. What was wrong with this lady? She was way more distracting than Ryan could ever be.

"Um..." Ryan paused to get her thoughts in order. She truly didn't know how to reply to that. Beyoncé was back to making her nervous and shy. They had just been talking about movies and here she was being horny. Ryan couldn't take it. "C-can we finish eating?" She asked tucking her lips in. Beyoncé was making her way too nervous thinking about the rest of the evening.

Beyoncé laughed and changed the subject. Making Ryan shy was easily becoming one of her favourite things to do. And she really did want to drink her in under the steel roof of her car. Shit, she would've done it in the restaurant if that wouldn't land her on a list. She settled instead for connecting their hands at the table and watching Ryan chew as she ate. She had the prettiest lips.

The rest of the weekend was spent eating and having more sex. Beyoncé couldn't find anywhere to park that wouldn't be suspicious so they were forced to wait to get back the hotel. Neither one of them could deny how much they wanted each other. It was like they fed off of each other's energy, desperate to make every single second count.

They didn't do anything like spanking again though, Beyoncé was still unsure if that had been a good idea in the first place. The internet told her Ryan's reaction was normal but was she really going to trust the internet? Instead they had some of the nastiest "vanilla" sex either of them had ever had.

But Ryan could feel the fleeting nature of the weekend and started missing Beyoncé the moment she left to go back to her dorm. Being with Beyoncé was like being in the eye of a storm; protected against whatever bullshit was going on outside. She hadn't had to think, just feel when she was with Beyoncé.

Her roommates were lounging around watching some movie she'd never heard of when she got back. They asked about her weekend as she put away the bags, careful not to let them see exactly what she had. "It was alright, I mostly hung out with my little sister," she lied.

Beyoncé had told her she needed to have a story ready if she was going to lie. So they spent the car ride back workshopping a story about her weekend. Fortunately the topic moved on fast. Ryan going home was not that interesting.

Monday morning came and Ryan was back to class. It was somehow more boring than it usually was. It felt like every second of the day was dragging.

She knew she was seeing Beyoncé again later but that was just for her study and then for a group meal. Besides Ryan she had no idea what to expect for Beyoncé's research. They hadn't exactly spoken about that over the weekend, too busy researching the best ways to make each other come undone.

Beyoncé paced after placing a paper on each desk. Monday was her first official day of research. She had two goals in mind: get to know the students, and get all of the paperwork completed. She was able to do most of the second part in the morning before she met the students. But some of it required student signatures or their input.

Exactly 24 students had signed up for her study, and this time Ryan was the first to arrive. She still hadn't lost that buzz and excitement of being around Beyoncé, despite spending the whole weekend with her. She was instantly horny again thinking about some of the things they'd done.

They both looked at each other, silently smirking as she entered the classroom. They held eye contact for a couple seconds before Ryan nervously looked away taking a seat near the front but not close enough to look like a teachers pet. Not long passed before more students entered the room, each taking a seat around the tables.

It was a dull little classroom with a smart board and a bunch of desks. Beyoncé had a small introductory presentation and a stack of papers beside her. She fixed her glasses, deliberately looking away from Ryan as she began talking to the students.

She told them how she was going to conduct the research and that there would be a control group but they wouldn't know who they were. It was all very professional, Ryan thought as she watched her. She wasn't used to this side of Beyoncé. She was used to the woman who flirted with her tirelessly and had her mouth between her thighs at every opportunity.

Ryan watched her body mostly. She had on a skirt which fell just above her knees. It made her legs look even longer, as they spilled from the material. She wasn't that much taller than Ryan but Ryan felt every bit of those two inches sometimes. Especially now as she looked up from her desk.

Ryan couldn't help the way her eyes travelled all over her drinking in the very essence of her presence as Beyoncé avoided meeting her eyes.

Then Doctor Knowles was handing out worksheets for them to complete in groups. With a sigh Ryan turned to the people nearest her, introducing herself as the other 3 did the same. But every so often she glanced over at Beyoncé.

"She's fine as hell," a voice snapped her out of her trance. It was the guy, Marcus, who'd introduced himself after her. A surge of anger rose inside of her suddenly possessive over Beyoncé.

Beyoncé was hers. Not hers. But hers. No one fucks you like that and then doesn't belong to you at least a little bit. Marcus needed to shut the hell up.

The other girl in the group rolled her eyes. "She's not going to fuck you, can we just do the work," she said and Ryan exhaled the breath she didn't know she was holding. That comment had made her so irrationally angry. It wasn't like he was wrong. But he needed to shut up.

The guy rolled his eyes and looked back at Dr Knowles who was wandering the room looking at some of the other students work. Ryan let her eyes be pulled to the woman too, looking over to see her talking to a student.

She was leaned over a little bit, resting on the desk to look at what was written on the worksheet. Ryan could see her lips moving, those sweet fluffy pillows holding some kind of conversation. She wanted to be in between them. The feel of Beyoncé nagged at her before she turned back to the group to get this worksheet completed.

Ryan offered to do the talking so the others would do most of the work. She hated stuff like this but she'd do it for Beyoncé. She just wanted to stand up and watch Beyoncé while she talked.

She wanted to see if her theory was right — if she really had the effect she thought she had on her. If Dr Knowles would really struggle to look at her.

In this classroom, Beyoncé seemed to be avoiding her. Her eyes had rested on every other student, even now as she walked around, she was trying her best not to look at Ryan's table. When they were alone, Ryan's speech was usually the first to fade. She struggled to talk because Beyoncé made her nervous. But now it seemed to be the other way around.

Beyoncé even avoided her when Ryan was the only one with her hand raised for a question, instead answering it herself and asking everyone to pay more attention. Ryan had to know if she was just imagining things.

When the time was up Beyoncé went around asking the representative from each group to stand up. Her breathing faltered the second she saw Ryan stand and the younger one smirked. Her theory was correct.

Beyoncé caught herself and turned around scribbling notes to give herself something to focus on other than the girl who had been between her thighs just 24 hours ago.

She had to take notes anyway. It had nothing to do with the way Ryan was looking at her like she knew everything about how to make her orgasm. It had nothing to do with the fact that was the same voice that had told her "you're so fucking sexy" before reverting to her usual shy moans and whimpers when she had her mouth on her.

"Doctor Kno—"

"Yep sorry, I was just... anyways. Thank you all for your participation. We have one more session and then I'll start to do monthly check ins. I hear you don't have any classes on Wednesday mornings? Is it okay if we do the session then? It won't be too long, I just need to show you some things and set you all up."

Ryan blinked taking in her words. She had completely forgotten that Beyoncé was leaving. She knew she wouldn't be here forever but did that mean she was going home soon? Fuck. Ryan hadn't thought about her leaving.

She also wasn't planning to be the last student in the classroom. She'd just been thinking about Beyoncé leaving and what that would mean as she packed her bag. It wasn't intentional. She was just still packing up as most people left.

She followed the crowd absentmindedly. She had to stop letting this woman get to her so much. She was probably about to leave and then what? Ryan would just go back to normal as if she hadn't just been having amazing sex. And then the door was closing and she was being pushed up against the wood.

Beyoncé was kissing her. They stumbled back, Beyoncé throwing Ryan against the door harder as she peppered her with kisses all over her skin. Ryan closed her eyes letting Beyoncé take full control. She shoved her into the door again attacking her neck with kisses as Ryan moaned and squirmed against her.

"B-bey" Ryan moaned as Beyoncé's hands travelled to her pants.

"Shhh honey, let mommy take care of you."

"Oh fuck—," Ryan moaned. This was a lot for a Monday afternoon.

Beyoncé smirked, her tongue darting out to lick beneath Ryan's ear, as her hands made their way into Ryan's pants. It was a tight squeeze as she slipped beneath the waistband of her underwear hungrily on a mission.

Beyoncé was frantic, rushed as she did this, her lips not having the same patience Ryan was used to. She was almost feral in her exploration, kissing Ryan's neck as she manoeuvred her hands.

Ryans head hit the door again, moaning into Beyoncé's neck. She smelled so good, her perfume or hair oil or something familiar. Ryan was almost dazed, unsure what Beyoncé planned to do with her.

They were in a college classroom. It wasn't illegal but it was definitely some kind of frowned upon. But maybe that was why they were both so into it, Beyoncé pressing her lips harder into Ryan's skin.

Then her hand got lower and lower until eventually it was brushing between her thighs. Ryan's breath hitched but Beyoncé's fingers didn't waste a second.

They slipped over her clit and the older woman let out a groan full of yearning. Ryan was the one being touched yet here she was, moaning just because she finally got to touch her. And then finally she slipped a finger inside of Ryan. And then another pushing past her barrier.

Ryan arched her back unsure if she was ready for whatever Beyoncé was about to do. It all happened so fast and fuck it felt so good.

"Bey," she hissed. She needed this. Her body jerked in appreciation.

The older woman didn't respond, just sucked the skin in between her teeth. But then Beyoncé pulled her fingers out, dragging them up from Ryan's pants and into her mouth. Her tongue came out to lick her fingers, humming from the taste of her.

Then she pulled away. "Sorry honey, I really needed to taste you." Her breathing was laboured as she took a step back, her knuckle still pressed to her lips as Ryan breathed out.

"Huh?" Ryan trembled in response. How was she supposed to go back to normal after that? Beyoncé had been all over her, and now she was pulling away, her pretty nails resting against the corner of her mouth.

"I'm taking you guys out for dinner, remember?"

"O-oh," Ryan replied as if she could recover from that. She'd just been kissing and tasting her and now...

Beyoncé watched her falter and tilted her head up. "As much as mommy would love to spread you out against these desks, we're gonna be late if we don't go now," she said as if she hadn't just caused another flood in Ryan's underwear.

Ryan nodded, her eyes closing as she looked over at Beyoncé. Beyoncé pressed another kiss to her lips, slowly letting Ryan feel how much she wanted her, the faint flavour of her juices on her lips.

Ryan moaned again, her head lulling back. She was not going to be okay after all of that. She was silent, almost dazed as she waited for the woman to grab her things.

—————————[A/N]Thanks to all the people reading & commenting on this. I'm really glad you like it. Ima try and make it good

No real sex scene this chapter sorry