Part 8

"hope you got back safe"

Ryan typed and then deleted the message. And then typed it again and changed to a question and then debated on whether or not to send it.

Beyoncé was back home which meant whatever they were doing was over. At least until Beyoncé came back next month. She didn't need to be there much for her research so she was going back to her regular job as a psychiatrist. Besides, she could only be away from home for so long before she started to miss the comforts of home.

Finally, Ryan hit send tossing her phone face down onto the bed before she turned on the tv so she'd have a distraction from wondering if Beyoncé would text her back. Maybe she would think it was weird, maybe Ryan shouldn't have messaged her in the first place. Whatever they were doing was over... right?

Not even a minute passed before her phone was ringing. Ryan frowned. It couldn't be Beyoncé. It was probably just a friend. Maybe it was her mom or the phone company or something. Finally, she turned the phone over.

It was Beyoncé.

"H-hey," she answered, scrambling to keep the nerves out of her voice.

"Hi honey, how are you doing?" Beyoncé asked simply, her voice warm and low.

"I um- I'm good, how are you?"

"I'm good. I got home, thanks for asking," she smiled. She'd been home for some hours now and sorted all of her unpacking. She was winding down when she got the text. Ryan blushed hearing her speak and not saying anything. "Don't get all shy on me now honey."

"I—I'm not," Ryan smiled. She definitely was.

"Mmhm," Beyoncé chuckled. Ryan was so adorable in the way that she spoke. Beyoncé almost couldn't stand it.

"H-how was your flight?" Ryan asked trying to distract from how she was feeling.

"It was alright. I got back in one piece," Beyoncé poured herself a glass of wine, finishing off the bottle. "How was class, what was it? Philosophy or something?" She asked. They hadn't had much time to talk in the morning before she left.

"Philosophy and ethics yeah. It was really boring." Ryan shrugged.

"Hm you just need something interesting to focus on," Beyoncé couldn't lie this wine had her feeling things and Ryan's call only made that stronger. It had been far too long since she'd touched the other girl. 3 whole days without an orgasm. Beyoncé probably would've missed her flight if Ryan didn't have to get to that class.

"Something like what?" Ryan raised a brow hearing Beyoncé's playful tone over the phone.

"Me," Beyoncé was back to flirting shamelessly. There was something about Ryan that brought this out of her. She was so attracted to her in a way that felt fun but also dangerous.

"Oh?" Ryan bit her lip. "How would you help?" She asked, tingles spreading through her body as she listened.

"Wouldn't you like to know," Beyoncé was upstairs in her bedroom now. She had music playing softly through her speakers and the sun had set behind the blinds. She sat down on the bedsheets, enjoying the fact that her silk pyjamas matched the blue silk bedsheets. She was just that type of person.

She listened to Ryans voice in her AirPods. The conversation was simple, Ryan's tv playing in the background. Neither of them were paying any attention to that though.

"You're making me feel things," Beyoncé admitted, crossing her legs as she listened to Ryan speak. It wasn't a sexual conversation but they were both quick with the innuendos. And Beyoncé had her glass of wine.

"Yeah?" Ryan smiled thinking about her. She missed her already. Missed how good it was with her, how warm she felt around her.

"Mmhm. I'm supposed to be writing up these notes but you're distracting me honey"

Ryan blushed. She liked knowing she had this effect on her. "I'm not trying to distract you."

"Mhm I don't believe you pretty girl," Beyoncé smirked. "I think you want me all bothered and distracted."

Ryan chuckled, "why would I want that?"

"Oh I don't know," she paused. "I'm sure you have some secret plan up your sleeve."

"I don't even have sleeves on right now," Ryan admitted biting the inside of her lip.

"Ry..." Beyoncé's breath hitched at the statement. She couldn't help remembering how it felt to undress her, peeling the fabric off of her body. The way her eyes would dart around as Beyoncé focused on her target, getting her naked. "What are you wearing?" Beyoncé asked not even bothering to try and think of a more creative way to ask.

"No one's home so..." she trailed off and Beyoncé's imagination started to go crazy. The younger girl smirked. She knew what she was doing as she lay back on her dorm room bed. It was Beyoncé's fault for calling when she was lounging around.

"Ryan," Beyoncé ran her tongue over her lips now. She had nothing but sinful thoughts running through her mind.

"Yeah?"

"Tell me what you're wearing," her voice had that gentle authority back now. She needed an answer to her question. Her mind was running rampant thinking about Ryan and her attire.

"Just panties," Ryan answered causing Beyoncé's breath to hitch as she pictured her breasts uncovered by a bra, and Ryan wearing only a small pair of panties. She had the most beautiful body. It turned her on every time she got to see her naked.

"You're gonna make me do some very bad things," Beyoncé spoke tucking her lip between her teeth.

"Mmhm, like what?" Ryan slipped a hand into her panties. She was wet. Something about hearing Beyoncé's voice through the phone — velvety and relaxed, this back and forth. It was only adding to her sexual desires.

Beyoncé chucked. She wasn't answering that. "I wish I had more time with you honey" she admitted.

"Me too," Ryan chewed the corner of her mouth, finger running up and down along her nerves. She was horny. Beyoncé had done this to her in seconds. And now Beyoncé had to help her fix it. "What would you do if you were here?" She asked.

Beyoncé raised a brow. Okay this was definitely going there. She pictured Ryan in her dorm half naked and bit her lip before answering the question. "Well first I'd take those annoying panties off." She said plainly thinking out exactly what she would do. "I wanna see you all spread out for me princess." She added causing Ryan to whimper, her finger running slowly over her clit.

"And then I'd— Are you touching yourself baby?" Beyoncé raised a brow. She knew the answer but she wanted her to say it. She wanted to know that Ryan was just as horny as she was, that they were both soaking wet and missing each other's bodies. That it wasn't just her who wanted Ryan pressed against her.

"N-no," Ryan couldn't say yes. It felt like it would expose her too much. But she moaned quietly hoping Beyoncé wouldn't hear her.

Beyoncé smirked. "Don't lie to me honey," her voice held a small threat and Ryan shuddered in response. They both knew she was horny, that she was getting herself off to Beyoncé's words. That was why she had asked.

"Tell me," Beyoncé instructed, her voice raspy, velvety and so controlling. "Tell mama that you're touching yourself for her."

Ryan bit her lip. If she wasn't wet before then she definitely was now. She shook her head breathing heavily on the phone. She couldn't say that. That was too much.

It was silent for a beat before Beyoncé spoke again. "Tell me Ry, mommy wants to hear you say it," Beyoncé could feel her heart beating faster as she pictured Ryan half naked with her hands in her panties.

"I—I'm touching myself f—," Ryan breathed, trembling as the words came out unable to even finish the sentence. She couldn't believe this was happening.

"Good girl," Beyoncé praised, letting the image in her mind turn her on — Ryan with her hands in her pants thinking of her. She wanted to know everything so she could picture her properly. "Are you wet for me?" She asked finishing her wine dabbing her tongue against her lips as she waited for the answer.

Ryan tucked in her lips as she slipped a finger inside of herself. She could hear the sounds as her fingers pushed into her. She was wetter than she thought and it had happened in seconds. "Mhm," she said pushing in even deeper.

"Tell me honey," Beyoncé murmured. "Tell mommy how wet your pussy is for her," Beyoncé's voice was slow and measured as if the words she was saying weren't the nastiest things Ryan had ever heard.

Ryan whimpered. Why? Why was she making her say this stuff? And why was it making her feel like this? "I— I'm wet for you mama," her body was falling, slipping into Beyoncé's trap. It was like she couldn't think for herself, just react to the things Beyoncé was saying.

"You're being such a good girl for me honey"

"Mmmm," Ryan moaned the wetness pooling over her fingers. It was crazy how much this woman turned her on.

Beyoncé licked her lips. "Are you gonna fuck yourself for me? I want you to think about my fingers deep inside of you."

"Oh fuck" Ryan moaned.Beyoncé smirked. She was just as turned on as Ryan. She groaned kicking off her pants.

"Are you gonna be a good girl and make yourself cum for me?" Beyoncé asked still picturing her body, half naked with her hands in her pussy.

Ryan whimpered. How was she so good at this? "Uh huh" was all Ryan managed to say, dripping with lust as she fingered herself.

Beyoncé now had a finger stroking over her clit. "My pretty girl, I need you to tell me what you're doing."

Ryan whimpered again as juices dripped onto her fingers. "I um— my fingers um..." she trailed off swallowing unable to tell her words.

"Oh are you fingering yourself for me Ry Ry?"

Ryan nodded before remembering Beyoncé couldn't see her. "Y-yeah"

Beyoncé bit her lips feeling herself get a little wetter. Ryan was so fucking good at being fingered, the way her back would arch, and her eyes would almost close, her pussy gripping tightly onto her fingers. She was like a slutty little angel and Beyoncé loved it. "How many fingers baby?"

"T-Two" she stuttered slowly stroking inside of herself.

"Oh honey that's not enough," Beyoncé ran her tongue over her lips speaking as if that was a normal thing to say. "Add another one for me." She instructed.

"I—I can't" Ryan said. She'd never used more than two, that was too much. She didn't even know what that would feel like.

"Yes you can honey. Mommy really wants you to try," Beyoncé purred in her ears. Ryan knitted her brows together. She could try but she was almost certain that it wouldn't work. "You can do it, honey" Beyoncé encouraged.

"Okay," Ryan trembled looking down at her legs.

"You're such a good girl, I'm so jealous of your fingers" Beyoncé smirked rolling her own hips into her hand.

Ryan moaned pressing her index finger to her entrance now. Then she paused taking her fingers out and reached up to her lips to get them wet. Beyoncé could hear the sounds she made sucking her fingers into her mouth. The lewd image of Ryan's juices and saliva filled her mind.

"You're making me so horny," she admitted stroking her pussy. She wished she could be there, tasting her, fucking her. She wondered just how wet Ryan was. The younger woman was so disgustingly sexy. Beyoncé's hips bucked into her hand.

"I don't know if I can do it," Ryan admitted shyly as Beyoncé grabbed a toy from her bedside drawer.

"Try for me okay?" Beyoncé said letting the vibrator rest on her clit, not yet turning it on. "Mamas so wet thinking about you," she tapped the vibrator on her clit, feeling it smack as it lifted some of the juices from her pussy.

"O... oh god," Ryan pushed all three fingers up against her opening. They were all coated in her very wet juices and saliva as she dropped her head back and eased a finger in. "Fuck" she groaned slowly pushing into herself.

Beyoncé could only imagine her, struggling to push those fingers inside of herself, twitching, coating her fingers in her essence. "You're doing such a good job for me, honey."

Ryan groaned again easing the rest of her fingers in and closing her eyes as they stretched her out.

"I bet you look so pretty fucking yourself like that. I wish I could be there to see you like that honey."

"Oh god," Ryan breathed. This woman was trying to kill her.

"Does it feel good baby?" Beyoncé asked, lip between her teeth as she pictured the younger one with three fingers stretching her out, manicured nails pumping slowly.

"Y-yes," Ryan moaned. It was starting to feel really good. The stretch, the way her fingers knew exactly where to touch inside of her. She pushed her fingers in deeper listening to Beyoncé continue to speak.

"I miss that pussy," Beyoncé moaned turning the vibrator on. She was so horny now and it was sending her crazy, thinking of how much she wanted Ryan. She hadn't been able to touch her in days.

"I mi— uhh oh god." Ryan moaned splashing her pussy juices around as she thrust in and out of herself. "M-miss you," her eyebrows upturned as she pumped in and out.

Beyoncé smirked. Ryan was struggling to talk. She was so fucking cute and sexy. "I miss you too honey. You sound so good making all that noise for me"

Ryan moaned again. She was getting close. So fucking close. And she couldn't tell whether it was because of Beyoncé or because of her own fingers.

"I'm c-close" she whimpered hearing Beyoncé's vibrator and picturing the older woman touching herself thinking of her.

"Yeah? Are you gonna cum for me honey?" Beyoncé asked dragging the vibrator over her clit. She was getting close too. Her whole body warm as the vibrations rippled through her body.

Ryan moaned nodding and then she heard Beyoncé moan and she was almost cumming had. "Fuck—" she squealed picturing Beyoncé with a vibrator in between her legs.

"B-bey," her hips were twitching as she fucked herself.

"Yes Ry, tell mama how it feels" Beyoncé thrust her hips upwards. Desperate for contact with something if not Ryan

"Feels good. So good. I'm gonna cum"

"Fuck I wish I could see you"

"Me too I'm gonna—"

"Cum for me honey" Beyoncé was getting closer now.

"Mm-"

"Come on baby. Mommy wants to hear you. You can do it."

Ryan exploded around her fingers, juices flying out of her and onto the bed. Shit.

And then Beyoncé was cumming too. The sound of the younger girls moans was all it took to push Beyoncé over the edge, her orgasm crashing over her in one big wave.

"Fuck, that was..." They both took a moment breathing and trying to recover.

"Yeah," Ryan agreed. She'd never cum like that before without someone there to touch her. She couldn't have done all that without Beyoncé there to talk her through it. That was a lot.

"I wish I could lick you all up," Beyoncé chuckled biting down on her lip. She was always doing that, saying the freakiest things like it was nothing.

For a moment Ryan considered taking and sending her a picture. But the thought disappeared just as quickly as it came. She was not that person. She didn't take and send nudes.

They spoke for a little bit before eventually hanging up. It was late, Ryan had to change her bedsheets, Beyoncé had to shower. That was... fuck. They were both worn out.

Ryan stripped the mattress, deciding she'd need a towel if she was going to do that again. She hadn't known she could squirt that much. The whole room smelled like sex. It was a lot.

She opened the windows and sprayed some Lysol through the room before Brooklyn got back.

She probably wouldn't get home until late anyway, that girl was always out at some party or the other. She wanted to join a sorority so it was probably something to do with that.

Ryan cleared up a little bit, hopping in the shower, before Zendaya got back and the two hung out watching whatever sports show Zendaya put on.

"What'd you think of Brooke's mom?" Zendaya asked glancing over, beer in hand.

Ryan was immediately conscious about her answers and where this conversation was going. There was no way any of them suspected anything but still, it felt like Ryan had to be careful. "She seems nice" she shrugged trying to act calm about it.

"Yeah I can't believe she took us to that fancy ass place."

"Oh my god, right?"

"There were like 50 chandeliers"

"And they had that band playing classical music."

"Pretty sure it was an orchestra. And I swear the bill was like 5 thousand dollars"

"Shit..." Ryan shuddered. She hadn't seen the bill but that made sense considering the numbers she saw on the menu and the fact she couldn't even pronounce the other half of the menu. "I mean we knew they were rich though."

Ryan and Zendaya had known that from week one of college when Brooklyn had showed up with talking about riding horses and yachts growing up. It wasn't like she was annoying about it. She just had money and she didn't even think about it.

Zendaya shrugged. "I guess." She took a sip. "You've been hanging out with her mom for that thing though. How's that going?"

Ryan stiffened. "Uh... um. It's okay. It's not— We don't... um... I haven't..."

"Ryan chill, I'm just asking what you have to do for it?"

Ryan thought about how to explain it. Every word Beyoncé had said seemed important so she registered them all in her mind, hanging onto every little inflection. Now she had to sort through them all to try and explain it simply. "It's uh... basically it's like mood tracking I think. She gave us a load of paperwork to fill out and some like quiz things, I dunno. She wants to map our brains or something."

"Cool," Zendaya shrugged. "What's she like? Brooke seems pretty close to her dad but she doesn't really talk about her mom."

"She's okay I guess." Ryan tried to act normal. "I don't really know much about her"

"She seems cool"

"Yeah," Ryan couldn't hide the way her face reacted, smiling almost dreamily. Beyoncé was perfect.

Zendayas eyes narrowed. "Ry do you like her?" She asked seeing right through her.

"Wh- what?" Ryan felt her palms sweat and her breathing hasten. "No,"

Zendaya burst out laughing. "Oh my god you do," she laughed. "You have a crush on Brookes mom"

"I don't—"

"You totally do. She's so your type as well," Zendayas laugh filled the room and Ryan cringed on the inside. How was she so obvious? She hadn't even said anything.

"Shut up, I don't—"

"Ry is okay. She's hot I get it." Zendaya laughed.

Ryan wiped her palms. Zendaya didn't know the half of it. "I don't have a crush on her."

"You do"

"No I—"

"Mmhm keep lying and ima add her to the wall." Zendaya threatened and Ryan gasped.

She immediately shut up, horrified at the idea. They still had that stupid wall up with people they thought Ryan was sleeping with. It was so annoying. Justine saw her asking a girl for directions and added her to the wall like that meant anything. They even added her best friend, Coco, because "maybe she was lying and covering for them messing around."

Ryan groaned. "I'm literally not sleeping with anyone." Under normal circumstances this could be funny but considering what she was hiding, Ryan hated the fact they wouldn't let it go.

"Mmhm, you literally had a hickey,"

"Shut up, it was a burn" Ryan remembered how all the girls had noticed and not said anything since they were out at dinner with Brooke's mom. Little did they know, she was the cause of her problems. "I'm not sleeping with anyone."

Zendaya just laughed, "maybe not but there's something you weren't telling us."

"Whatever, yall are too nosy"

"Hey it was Brooke and Justine who started it. I was just chilling."

Ryan gave her a look. "Them two do not know that many queer people."

"I might have helped a little bit" Zendaya laughed. It was all in good fun.

————————[A/N]Ooooh this was a fun chapter. The phone sex, Zendaya kinda figuring it out. What y'all think?

I used to hate writing dialogue and that's basically all this chapter was so can everyone tell me how great I did 😭 or badly idk maybe it was terrible? Give me tips

Anyways I'm about to hop on a plane so wish me a safe flight please keep me in your prayers 😭

Also everything I'm writing about the American college experience comes from tv and movies. The fuck is a sorority? And roommates like in your actual room? We don't do that over here... Forgive me for anything that seems a little unrealistic, I'm trying to get the balance right