Part 9

Ryan was exhausted by the time of her final class. She was bored, it was late, and she wanted to go home. She'd been dragging herself through her classes for the past couple of weeks. The weather was bad again and she was just over it.

She hadn't spoken to Beyoncé for like a month. The woman was busy. She had a job, she had clients, she had her research, she had her family. Ryan was just... a girl she fucked.

They'd texted at first and called a couple times but there was a time difference and that had fizzled out. So now Ryan was left missing her everyday. She wasn't counting down the days until she came back, but she did happen to know that it was exactly 9 days.

Ryan wondered if things might be awkward when they next saw each other. Or what if Beyoncé didn't like her anymore? What if she found someone else and realised Ryan wasn't all that? Anything could happen in the space of a month. Beyoncé could already be bored of her.

Ryan was stupid to get so attached. And she was attached no matter how much she tried to pretend she wasn't.

It was the sex but it was something about their connection. Ryan felt good with Beyoncé, she liked spending time with her. Beyoncé made her feel special in ways that went beyond just physical.

And now she was gone. Ryan didn't know when she'd next see her.

"Hey Ryan," it was Levi, a guy who'd been sitting with her for most of the semester. Though only recently they had started talking. He was easy to get along with. And he was cute — tall, clearly worked out, and a little bit nerdy. Ryan liked him. He was nice.

"Hey," Ryan was ready to go home and watch her shows. She'd been getting into a new show lately. It was technically old but she hadn't watched it when it came out so now she was binging it.

"How was your weekend?"

Ryan shrugged. It was Tuesday but this was their first class together so the question made sense. "Pretty boring I just studied and hung out with my roommates."

"Oh that's cool. You're roommates with Brooklyn right?" He asked causing Ryan to frown.

"Yeah why?" Ryan raised a brow wondering where was this going? He'd never asked about her roommates before. They mostly just spoke about class or tv shows they were both watching.

"Nothing. She just seems cool. We have a couple of classes together," he said simply.

"Yeah she's good people," Ryan replied. "If I had best friends she'd be one of them" Ryan smiled realising just how close they were.

Brooke was definitely up there in terms of people she was close with. Coco was her closest friend but Brooke was probably second now that she thought about it. They'd just clicked in a way that made sense. And it helped that they shared a room.

"You think she..." he trailed off shyly scratching behind his head. Ryan looked at him and raised a brow waiting for him to finish what he had to say. "You know... she's cute but I never see her with any guys so I'm just wondering if she—"

"Oh yeah she's straight," Ryan answered his question. "Or bi or something... She likes guys don't worry." She only knew Brooke to be into guys but her mom was obviously queer so Ryan didn't want to assume since they'd never actually spoken about it.

"Yeah?" He still looked like he had more to say. "Do you think I'd be... her type? She's kind of popular and um... you know." He asked and Ryan thought it was kind of adorable.

Brooke didn't date. As far as Ryan knew, Brooke could've been saving herself for marriage. They'd spoken about boys, sure, but Brooklyn had never expressed genuine interest in dating one or fucking one. She just seemed to like them from a distance.

Regardless, Ryan looked at Levi, sizing him up. He was hot — at least she thought he was what Brooklyn would be into. He wasn't ugly by any means. The only thing she wasn't sure about was how nerdy he was. He walked around in anime hoodies and glasses while Brooke was like the total opposite. They were different but sometimes different worked.

"Sure, you should be more confident," she said. Her talking about confidence felt a little rich but he really should have been. He was a genuinely nice guy.

"I am confident, it's just that..." he paused getting this look in his eye that made her laugh. "She's beautiful."

"Yeah she is." Ryan chuckled. This guy really liked her. It was adorable. "But she's a sweetheart, don't worry. Just talk to her."

"Alright but if this goes bad I'm blaming you."

Ryan just laughed. She'd talk to Brooke about it later to warn her it was coming. Hopefully even if it was a no she'd find a way to say it nicely.

Finally their professor walked in causing them all to groan in unison. He was late but not late enough to have class cancelled. Ryan sighed and took out her laptop, taking notes, trying her best not to fall asleep in this class.

She finished the day and finally had time to check her phone when she saw a text message from Beyoncé. Sent only 3 minutes ago. Her heart stopped beating. Her last message was a week ago. Since then, Ryan had been trying to go cold turkey with Beyoncé, not messaging her at all. She really hated to be getting so attached.

: Hey honey, I miss you. What are you doing this weekend?

Ryan's heart stopped beating at the message. God she missed her too. Why was this woman always so honest with her feelings?

It had been 3 weeks for Ryan. 3 weeks of pining and thinking about this woman. 3 weeks of non stop wanting to call her but not wanting be clingy. 3 weeks of wanting Beyoncé to come back to her. 3 weeks of sex flashbacks, wanting their bodies together again. 3 weeks of hoping Beyoncé wouldn't forget about her or get over her.

"You good?" Levi asked noticing how quiet she'd gone as they walked back towards the dorms.

Ryan felt her face grow hot and tucked her phone quickly into her pocket. "Mhm," she said smiling all the way back to her dorm. They weren't close enough for him to ask about it but he nodded taking note of how much she was smiling.

Ryan:  hey nothing why

Ryan's reply was simple. Calm. Collected. Even. She thought it seemed rude but not too rude, it was just a little distant. She'd been trying to distance herself so she wouldn't be so attached.

: I'm thinking of coming a little earlier...

If Beyoncé was Ryans age, she might've put an emoji. Instead she waited for Ryan to respond, hoping she'd say she wanted to see her too. There was something about Ryan that kept her going back. Even if she knew it was a bad idea.

Beyoncé saw how gorgeous she was, if Ryan wanted a girlfriend she could get one in seconds. It wasn't the fact that she was shy, it was how the shyness looked on her. Everything about Ryan was extremely attractive.

And Ryan knew that she was a catch. She may not say it but she knew. So maybe the younger woman had lost interest in the mother of one of her friends. Wasn't that considered messy anyways? Beyoncé knew she should've stopped. This whole thing had gone too far honestly.

She truly hadn't meant to do it. Not after that first time. It was just a release, she wanted to feel. Someone sexy wanting to have sex with her. But then she went back and Ryan was still just so damn sexy, she couldn't help herself. And the sex was phenomenal. Then, she reasoned, it was just one weekend. It was just one phone call. And now she didn't know what this was.

Ryan brought out sides to her that she usually tried to suppress. She'd been so embarrassed of her sexual desires, but with Ryan it all fit perfectly into place. When she saw how Ryan responded to her — how she was just as turned on, how her orgasms came faster when Beyoncé was praising her, how fucking cute she was, eagerly trying to make Beyoncé cum.

Ryan: im free you should come 🥵

Beyoncé bit her lip. She knew what that emoji meant. They were both on the same page.

For a therapist, she was really making some questionable decisions. But she didn't care for once. It was her life and if she wanted to fuck a college student then she would. Sure she wished that Ryan was a little older, but wishes don't make reality and she hadn't been this excited about sex in years. Ryan was perfect.

Beyoncé felt so drawn to her. There was something about her. She couldn't help wanting Ryan all to herself. They were just so sexually compatible.

She changed her flight to Friday morning so she could settle into the hotel before going to meet Ryan. Luckily the hotel wasn't all booked up this time and she could get the exact room she wanted. She just wouldn't tell Brooke that she'd changed her flight. Nothing would change about her plans, she'd still hang out with her daughter on Monday as planned.

She started packing a small suitcase. She knew what she needed to bring and for both her research and her life. With almost every outfit she packed, she imagined Ryan seeing her in it. Would she still like her? Would it make her look old? She felt like a teenager getting ready for a date.

For a moment she considered packing a certain toy. She would love to see Ryan fall apart like that. But she hesitated. She didn't want to scare her away. Maybe next time, she thought. She'd maybe bring it up in conversation and see how Ryan reacted. They seemed to be into the same things but Beyoncé was still a little apprehensive. She didn't want Ryan to just be agreeing when she really wasn't ready for that.

The next time Beyoncé saw Ryan, the younger girl looked absolutely incredible. She was dressed down since it was just after class, wearing a t shirt and jeans with sunglasses. Beyoncé thought she looked like a movie star.

She picked her up a couple blocks down from her campus, driving the same white Range Rover she had before.

"Hi honey, I missed you" Beyoncé beamed as Ryan climbed into her car.

The younger girl was smiling so wide, unable to hide her feelings when she replied. "I missed you too. You look really pretty" she said letting her eyes roll up and down Beyoncé's form. Her blonde hair was darker now and curlier, not straight like before. And her skin was a little darker too like the sun had touched her.

"Thanks honey, you look beautiful too," she said. Ryan had missed that; being called honey, being called beautiful, Beyoncé's warm voice.

"How have you been? How was your class?" Beyoncé shut off the radio so they could talk and catch up.

Ryan shrugged. She didn't want to tell the truth. She'd missed Beyoncé so much she could barely pay any attention. Her classes were boring and nothing was happening, and in her last class today all she could think about was Beyoncé. "It's the same as always. How's work?" She asked.

"Also the same as always" Beyoncé chuckled. "Are you hungry? Do you wanna have dinner at the hotel or somewhere else?"

Ryan nibbled her lips. "I don't mind wherever you want."

"Hotel it is."

They got to the hotel and had the same experience as last time. Beyoncé couldn't wait to get her hands on her, guiding her through the rooms and into a bedroom. Wait there were multiple rooms —was this a suite? Ryan's mind whirred as Beyoncé wasted no time in getting Ryan's clothes off of her.

She was so eager to taste her and make her unravel in her arms. She attacked her body with kisses swiftly removing the fabric so she was left naked.

"Ry honey..." bey pulled away from her seeing her struggle and whimper against her. "Lay back for me." She told her in that same lazy raspy voice.

Ryan did as told pressing her body back onto the bed. Beyoncé smiled at her, taking it all in, Ryan's slender brown skin pressed back against the sheets.

"You're so beautiful," Beyoncé said again. It was becoming her favourite compliment. Ryan hummed, blushing as Beyoncé's eyes never left her form.

Beyoncé pressed kisses all along her skin from her neck down to her legs. Ryan hummed in pleasure as Beyoncé admired all the marks she was leaving.

"Wait here for me," Beyoncé told her, looking back to check Ryan was still in the same position.

She grabbed a bucket of ice from the other room and made her way back to Ryan who was still laid perfectly flat on the bed. Ryan's heart raced. She didn't know where this was going but she knew she wanted it. Wherever it was going.

"Hold your legs open for me, honey" Beyoncé instructed, her hazel eyes glinting as she watched Ryan move to grab her legs.

Ryan tucked her lips in between her teeth before she did as told, lifting her legs up with her hands.

"So beautiful..." Beyoncé echoed as she watched the younger girl open up for her.

Ryan closed her eyes knowing her body was completely on display. She trembled as Beyoncé watched her as if she was a piece of fine art.

"Such a good girl," Beyoncé started pressing kisses to her thighs. Slowly, gently, easing her way in closer, warming her up. Then she grabbed an ice cube and pressed it against Ryan's centre causing the younger girl to jump at the sensation.

"Fuck!" The cold water melted on her clit causing her hips to buck into the ice cube.

Then Beyoncé replacing the ice with her tongue for a few seconds, sucking Ryan's clit, before she pulled away.

"Huh?" Ryan questioned as the ice cube hit her skin again. It was so cold compared to the warmth of Beyoncé's mouth. The temperature difference was sending her body into overdrive.

"Mmhm pretty girl?" Beyoncé hummed pressing her lips to Ryan again tasting the water mingling with her juices.

"You're f— fuck it's so cold." Ryan panicked slamming her legs closed. It didn't hurt but it felt so strange.

"I know honey," Beyoncé put the ice cube down and started pressing warm kisses along her thighs again. "Mamas gonna make you feel so good but you have to be a good girl for me," Beyoncé trailed her tongue over her legs, pressing another kiss to her thighs before pulling Ryan's legs back open.

"Stay like this baby," she moved Ryan's hands so they were holding her legs. "Don't move"

Her brow raised and Ryan gulped doing as told looking up at Beyoncé with curious eyes.

"Trust me honey," the older one smirked before she slipped her tongue back along Ryan's slit.

"Mmm" Ryan moaned, she loved the feel of Beyoncé's tongue.

And then she pulled away, pushing the ice cube inside of her. Ryan hissed, the ice was melting quickly inside of her creating a trail of her juices and water right down to her ass. Ryan felt the cold almost numbing her. And then Beyoncé's tongue was back on her flesh.

"Mhm—" Ryan panted when Beyoncé licked a long line up from where the ice had just been.

"Mmm ma- fuck fuck" she moaned as the older woman kissed and tasted her clit.

"You taste so good baby," Beyoncé hummed, closing her eyes to focus on Ryan's body.

Ryan bucked her hips into her. This felt amazing and she spread her legs wider.

"Yes baby, let mommy taste you"

Ryan hummed, her legs trembling. Beyoncé wasn't letting up on her. And Ryan didn't want her to stop.

She was so close, her legs trembling. "Fuck I'm gonna c-"

Beyoncé pulled away putting the ice back. Ryan gasped looking up at her, confusion marring her expression. Beyoncé smirked letting the ice do its job.

"Just wait for me honey, I promise it'll be worth it"

Ryan squirmed. She didn't know how the felt about the ice. The difference in temperatures was a lot on her body.

Beyoncé saw her struggling, wanting to close her legs, wanting a warm mouth back on her pussy. Her eyelids fluttered, Ryan was so cute. It was like her body was becoming more and more sensitised and at the same time numb from the ice.

"Relax pretty girl. Mommy wants to taste you all over her," Beyoncé was being bold now, as she placed her face back between Ryan's thighs, sucking and licking her into her mouth. Licking her clit while she played with her entrance. Ryan was panting, her body getting closer. It didn't take long before she couldn't help it.

"Fuck mama, I'm cumming I'm cumming" she moaned letting go into Beyoncé's mouth. And Beyoncé smirked licking her up.

She admired the sight of Ryan naked and wet, ice and juices coating her legs and the bed.

"Come on baby, let's go eat," Beyoncé smiled, face still covered in her juices.

Ryan groaned and Beyoncé tapped her legs to help her get up. How did Beyoncé do that? Maybe she was fine but Ryan still needed time to recover.

Ryan carried herself to the shower getting clean as Beyoncé sorted out her outfit.

"Oh Ryan honey," Beyoncé called to the bathroom. "I got you some clothes. I'll leave them on the bed, you can wear one of the dresses tonight if you want... you don't have to" Beyoncé tucked her lips away. She didn't want to make her wear anything she didn't want to. It was just a gift but for a moment she felt weird about it.

Ryan didn't have the energy to question Beyoncé buying her things. Instead she called back her thanks and tried to get herself ready under the heat of the shower. She had to turn the temperature down since it was only making her tired and making her crave Beyoncé even more.

When she was done she towelled off and went to look at the dresses. They were beautiful, all designer, Ryan couldn't imagine how much they must've cost. She'd been eating ramen for the past week and now she was about to put on a thousand dollar dress.

She watched Beyoncé get ready, putting on her makeup and jewellery. She was so fine. Grown woman fine.

"You're so beautiful," Beyoncé repeated looking Ryan up and down.

Ryan rolled her eyes, "I was gonna say the same about you." She smirked and Beyoncé tucked in her lips. There was something so easy about the compliments between them. The way they spoke was so simple yet so comfortable.

———————Authors note

Okay first of all, how do yall feel about pictures in fics? I be forgetting to put them and I realised I hadn't put any pictures of Ryan and only Bey...

I'm not entirely happy with this chapter but I'm trying to update more for yall so hopefully it's not that bad

And more importantly, I understand that underage people will read my fics even though I say not to and that's okay. I just really need you to not think this type of relationship is okay or even realistic. It's actually deeply problematic and this is just a fantasy story that leaves out all of the fucked up elements that would be present in real life. Like Beyoncé is a fucking weirdo in this but I'm writing it in a way that makes it seem like she's not and like it's okay when it's realistically not. Like yeah it sounds nice when it's a fantasy about Beyoncé but I don't want yall romanticising age gaps for real, those people are predators.