Part 28

Beyoncé went home and the week went by without Brooklyn saying anything. Beyoncé was trying to give her space but she still had her study though which meant she'd be back in the city next week. "Are you sure you don't want me to come see you Brooke Brooke?"

"No mom it's fine."

Beyoncé sighed. She just wanted to know where Brookes mind was at. She was pregnant but she was still her baby. That protective urge would never go away.

"Okay I guess I'll just come on Tuesday then unless—"

"Yeah mom don't worry about it. I know you hate trying to come up with things for us to do every month anyway."

"No I d—"

"You do but it's okay. It's nice that you're trying."

Beyoncé breathed out. She would've probably taken her to the theatre again. She wasn't the biggest fan but Brooke was so she liked to take her. "I really don't mind. I just want to make sure that you're okay."

"Yeah mom I'm good."

They spoke a little bit more before Brooklyn hung up. She didn't want to talk to her mom. She didn't want to talk to anyone really. This was something she had to deal with on her own... and it was the fucking worst.

"Anyone seen Brooke?" Justine asked and Zendaya and Ryan both shook their heads. She'd been in her room most of the week but her and Justine usually went out on weekends so it was extra noticeable.

"Want me to go check?" Ryan asked.

Justine shook her head, "she probably just wants space." She shrugged. "Speaking of space, where's Chloe? This is the first time I've seen you without her in weeks."

Zendaya shrugged, suddenly a little nervous. "She went to see her parents for the weekend. She said she's gonna come out to them."

Ryan raised her brows and Zendaya grit her teeth, just as Brooke emerged from her room to finally get something to eat.

"Hey Brooke.""Hi""Hey"

Brooke just waved, not really wanting to speak as she made her way past them and into the kitchen. The girls were about to continue the conversation but Ryan stood to go talk to Brooke, sitting up on the counter as the older one made a bowl of cereal.

"I'm not gonna force you to talk but at least eat with us," Ryan said. She was actually worried about her. Coco was still on her mind and now Brooke wasn't acting like herself, barely leaving her room, and not going out. And she was eating cereal for dinner instead of cooking like she usually loved to do. Yet she insisted nothing was wrong.

"Sure," Brooke smiled joining them all on the sofa as she scooped up cereal.

"...they seemed nice but you never know who's a secret homophobe," Zendaya was really nervous about this.

"Fuck them if they are."

"Yeah but I know they're really important to her, it would break her heart if they didn't accept her. And I actually want her family to like me, you know? They mean a lot to her."

"I get it," Justine almost melted seeing how much Zendaya cared about her girlfriend. They seemed so in love, she wanted that someday. "It probably won't even come to that," she said trying to be supportive.

"Chloe's parents?" Brooke asked and everyone hummed catching her up. "I hope it goes well."

"Right, they're so cute!" Justine gushed, "I need an invite to the wedding."

"An invite? You all are my bridesmaids," Zendaya said.

Ryan smiled. She could almost picture the wedding. Zendaya would be so cute, she'd probably cry and everything. She could even picture Zendayas mom wiping her tears and Chloe walking down the aisle towards her. They were both so happy together.

Ryan couldn't help but be a little jealous. She loved how confident they were in each other, never having to question how they felt. She wanted that.

"I keep saying one of her parents is probably queer but she's so nervous I think I'm nervous now too."

"Why you think that?" Justine asked.

"Pretty sure it runs in families," Zendaya nodded like she was convinced and nothing anyone said could change her mind.

"My mom's queer and I'm not so how does that work?" Brooke asked, her eyes only on the bowl in her hand.

"You know your mom's queer?" Ryan asked. "I-I mean um how do you know?"

Brooke scoffed. "You're not outing her if I already know Ry." Ryan was gay so she probably had gaydar or something. "But yeah she's had a girlfriend before and everything. She always told me so I wouldn't grow up and be homophobic."

"Oh," Ryan looked away. At least she already knew that part.

"That's so smart, I remember when I was a kid I called someone gay as an insult and my mom had to cuss me out. Look at me now," Zendaya laughed. "Damn I miss my girl."

Brooke rolled her eyes. Zendaya acted like she couldn't be away from her for two seconds. Talk about obsessive.

"Yall are so cute," Justine said.

"Or codependent," Brooke mumbled. They all just looked at her as she finished her cereal dumping her bowl in the sink before retreating back to her room.

"What the fuck is wrong with her?"

"I don't know," Justine rolled her eyes.

Ryan shrugged. She was pissing them all off honestly.

But Ryan started to wonder if she was to blame. She hadn't done anything wrong per se. But they were close and Brooke wouldn't tell her what was up which was weird.

The weekend went by pretty quietly after that. Ryan didn't understand why Beyoncé wasn't coming this weekend but she made up for it by calling every chance she got.

Maybe it was her imagination because they normally texted throughout the day, but it felt like every time Ryan had a free second, Beyoncé was calling to talk to her. She didn't mind it though. She actually would've loved it if not for the fact that Beyoncé had cancelled on her for the weekend.

She usually came up every weekend before her research but this weekend she didn't come and Ryan had to wait all the way until Tuesday to see her. Finally, Ryan planted a kiss on her cheek, "you okay?" She asked the second they were alone.

Ryan's fingers were tangled with hers and Beyoncé was looking at her like she was the most precious thing in the world. The older one nodded, "mhm." She breathed. "How are you babygirl?"

Ryan sighed, "I'm good Bey what's wrong?"

Beyoncé tucked her lip behind her teeth finally meeting Ryan's eyes. She still had on those glasses as they sat down, Beyoncé putting on that movie Ryan kept mentioning. "You're so beautiful baby," was all she said eyeing Ryan as she got comfortable on the couch beside her.

"So are you," Ryan breathed pressing another set of kisses to Beyoncé. Beyoncé ran her hand through Ryan's hair as she did. She loved this closeness, loved how Ryan felt next to her.

"You can talk to me you know," Ryan said as Beyoncé's arm wrapped tightly around her. She was never letting go, comfortable with her.

"I know honey," Beyoncé smirked. "I'll tell you, just give me time."

"You and Brooke are the same," she sighed.

"Huh? Brooke said something?"

"Nope but— I don't know... she's not okay and she won't talk to anyone," Ryan said hoping she wasn't telling too much of Brooklyns business.

"Just give her space honey, she'll talk when she's ready."

"Yeah I just don't want to miss anything, you know? I wanna be there for her but I can't if she won't let me."

Beyoncé tucked her lips behind her teeth trying not to smile. She liked this — how much Ryan genuinely cared about Brooklyn. It was nice to see. Ryan and Brooke were so different but that didn't matter.

Beyoncé lifted her face, so their eyes could meet. "Thank you honey, for being there for her."

Ryan shrugged. They were friends after all.

Biting her lip, Beyoncé looked down at her. This shouldn't have been a turn on but it kind of was. It was nice to hear someone else actually care about her daughter. She pulled Ryan's lips into hers, pressing them together softly, closing her eyes as they melted into each other.

She hummed into the kiss, Ryan was everything, she never wanted to stop kissing her. So she didn't stop. The two made out for what felt like forever, no clothes coming off just kissing until Ryan started to get antsy.

She trailed her hand down Beyoncé's body. She had on a shirt and slacks that made her look taller and also bossier than she already was. Ryan's hand found Beyoncé's shirt buttons undoing them as Beyoncé tugged her lips between her teeth.

"Mmm," Bey hummed as her breasts fell out of the shirt and Ryan eased it from her arms. Then the blonde one felt her bra come off and Ryan started to lick all over her neck and slowly down to her chest. Then her mouth was quickly on her breasts.

"Oh..." Beyoncé moaned as her tongue swirled around her nipples. Ryan's mouth looked so good wrapped around her nipple the way that it was. Beyoncé could see her top lip on her skin and those eyes were low like she was trying to seduce her even more.

"Mmm when did you get so damn sexy?" She said watching her suck over her nipples. Ryan's eyes never left her as she sucked the skin in between her lips. "Just like that baby," her hands stroked through Ryan's hair.

Ryan held on to her, kissing her body slowly, taking care as her tongue flicked over the mound. She wrapped her fingers around Beyoncé's other nipple and squeezed tightly until the older one moaned, her head rolling back. "You're too good at this..." she groaned as Ryan explored her.

And Ryan was feeling good now, she placed a hand by Beyoncé's crotch and started to pull off her pants. She was multitasking sucking her nipples and unzipping her pants as she did.

"You look sexy in those," she said as she looked down to see white briefs on Beyoncés skin.

Beyoncé tucked her lip between her teeth watching Ryan pull them off. She saw her tongue dart out and run over her lips in reaction to her and she shuddered a little bit. When Ryan looked at her like this she didn't know what to do. It was almost intimidating. She felt powerless to the younger girls charms.

Ryan's head fell between her legs and she looked up at Beyoncé meeting her eyes before she did anything.

"Can you stay still for me mama?"

Beyoncé tucked her lip between her teeth again. Ryan's soft way of asking — telling — was a turn on in itself. She looked down and nodded eagerly. She wanted Ryan to touch her, to lick it up, to please her.

"Good," Ryan smirked pushing her face in between her thighs the way she'd been wanting to. Her mouth latched onto Beyoncé's clit straight away, wasting no time sucking her into her mouth.

Beyoncé was already throbbing and wet, Ryan could feel the way her body reacted to her touch, almost already too sensitive to handle much more. "Oh fuck baby," Beyoncé's head fell back. "You're doing such a good job for me."

Ryan smirked hearing that. Her tongue flicked her clit again, pulling it in between her lips. She could stay down here for hours pushing Beyoncé's buttons, making her feel exactly how much she liked her.

Bey felt the sweat begin to form on her skin. This was the best head she'd ever received. Somehow she was close already. Ryan had barely touched her but then Ryan moaned into her body, letting Beyoncé know just how good she tasted. She always loved to be between those legs: licking, sucking, kissing, stroking.

"I'm gonna cum," Beyoncé let out a sharp moan. "All over that pretty face. Honey I'm gonna— Fuckkkk."

Ryan kept licking. She had no reason to stop. Beyoncé was on the edge and then wanted to get her there.

"Ohhh fuckkkkkkk," her body shook and she griped onto Ryan's hair tightly, riding her face. Ryan kept licking, making her feel good. Until finally Beyoncé's grip loosened and Ryan got up from between her legs. "You always do such a good job for me honey," she said pulling Ryan into a sloppy kiss.

"I love pleasing you," Ryan admitted shyly, letting her tongue sink into Beyoncé's mouth. "I'm so wet," Ryan admitted biting the inside of her lip.

"Mmm," Beyoncé groaned, watching the dark haired girls eyes get low. "Let mama take care of it for you."

"Please," Ryan hissed as Beyoncé flipped them both over. She lifted her arms as Beyoncé pulled off her top exposing her breasts to the cool air.

And then Beyoncé tugged her panties down so Ryan could be spread out in front of her. "Look how pretty you are," she bit her lip running her eyes along Ryan's brown skin.

Then Beyoncé dipped her finger between Ryan's legs and hummed. "You're so wet for me honey," she said pulling her finger up towards Ryan. "Taste it, tell mommy how good you taste."

Ryan's tongue flicked out licking Beyoncé's finger. She wouldn't get close enough so Ryan could put her finger in her mouth but she licked and hummed and then Beyoncé licked up the rest.

"That's my pretty girl. Mamas gonna make you cum so good okay?"

Ryan nodded, the floodgates opening even wider between her legs. Beyoncé kissed her again, slipping her tongue in her mouth, teasing her. She didn't touch her yet though, waiting until Ryan was trembling beneath her, her hips twitching and begging for some stimulation.

"P-please," she begged and Beyoncé pulled away and looked down at her. Ryan was practically desperate now. She needed to be touched. And as much as Beyoncé wanted to touch her, she also wanted to see how she much she could push her. She climbed on top and let their clits brush against each other.

Just once really slowly. And Ryan's nails dug into her back trying to force her back to her position. But Beyoncé just chuckled moving closer.

"Mm I want you to make me cum again babygirl," she said to the desperate woman beneath her.

Ryan shuddered. She wanted that too but she also wanted to cum herself. She nodded, those thick eyebrows, slightly turned up as she waited for Beyoncé.

Beyoncé climbed on top of her, letting her ass rest gently on Ryan's face. Ryan hummed opening her mouth for Beyoncé, instantly pushing her tongue against her clit.

The older one throbbed into her mouth. All that teasing had got her worked up again. She was just as horny as Ryan's tongue pressed into her.

"Mmm baby," she moaned rolling her hips. Ryan could barely handle this and let her hands move slowly down her body, hoping Beyoncé wouldn't notice as she let them drift between her own thighs.

She moaned into Beyoncé's pussy finally feeling a little relief. Then she felt a sharp sting and Beyoncé grabbed her hands. "No touching what's mine," Beyoncé said still on top of her rolling her hips.

Ryan shuddered, her hands stilling by her sides as Beyoncé dripped down into her mouth. "Don't you wanna be a good girl for me?" She moaned and Ryan nodded beneath her. She tried to rub her thighs together but it did nothing as Beyoncé continued to ride her face.

"Oh fuck, you're so good with that mouth of yours honey." Ryan closed her eyes, focusing on Beyoncé's pleasure only. She felt the sheets beneath her getting wet, soaking actually. She was dripping down her thighs, aching for release but Beyoncé didn't care. She just kept rubbing her pussy over her mouth. Over and over again. Letting Ryan lap her up.

Then back arched and she moaned, her lips falling open as Ryan sucked her in. "Just like that baby, oh god you're gonna make mama cum so hard. Baby fuck!"

Ryan hummed into her, sucking her juices into her mouth. The sooner Beyoncé came, the sooner Ryan got to cum too. She sucked and flicked her tongue, moving her hands to Beyoncé's hips. She was such a turn on, just feeling her body against her own, tasting her, hearing her moans.

"Mommy's gonna— fuck," Beyoncé moaned her legs twitching.

Then Ryan stuck her tongue in and the knot in Beyoncés stomach exploded, juices trickling onto Ryan's face. "Oh my god," Beyoncé moaned. Ryan hadn't even known she could squirt and now her face was soaked with Beyoncé's wetness.

She kept licking though, as Beyoncé tried to move and get up. "Please Ry..." Beyoncé shuddered trying to move as more liquid splashed out and Ryan held her in place.

Ryan wouldn't stop, licking as much as she could. This was the sexiest thing she'd ever experienced. She held her in place licking and hearing Beyoncés moans turn to screams as she kept going. "H— uhhh bab..." her moans fell on her lips as Ryan clutched her moving her head to lick her all up properly.

Until eventually Beyoncé was twitching, pulling off of her, shaking snd lying down.

"Bey?" Ryan bit the inside of her lip. She needed to cum even more now as Beyoncé recovered from that.

"Oh my god baby..." Beyoncé sighed catching her breath. Ryan smirked proud of herself. That had to be some of her best work yet.

"Mm come here," Beyoncé moaned, pulling Ryan on top of her as she finally sat up. Ryan moved as told, her pussy still aching for release as she got closer to Beyoncé's naked body.

Beyoncé kissed along her body, gently at first, sucking parts of her skin as Ryan panted beneath her. She needed this. She couldn't keep being denied. Then Beyoncé flipped her onto her stomach and Ryan's legs twitched as Beyoncé grazed over her pussy with her fingers.

"Please mama, please touch me. Please I need—"

"Shhh honey," Beyoncé whispered gently, pulling Ryan so her ass was on her lap. "I'm gonna make you cum so good, remember?"

"Uh huh," Ryan's breathing hitched in her chest as she felt Beyoncé's hand on her skin.

"Whose pussy is this?" The blonde asked running her hand over Ryan's ass.

"Um yours?" Ryan frowned. She'd never asked that before so it caught her off guard.

Beyoncé slapped her hard and Ryan jolted sharply, the pain rippling down to her pussy. The sting was a lot when she was so sensitive.

"Y-yours mommy it's yours fuck please," she scrambled, her clit brushing against Beyoncé's leg.

"It's mine?" Beyoncé smirked, "this pussys all mine?"

"Uh- uh huh."

Another slap.

"Y-yes mama it's all yours. I'm sorry fuck."

"Mmm," Beyoncé smirked. "This pussy's all mine huh?"

"Yes mommy it's all yours," Ryan groaned quickly learning what she wanted to hear.

"You gonna let me put my fingers inside then?"

"Y-yes mommy, please," she begged.

"Hmm how many?" She strolled along Ryan's slit causing the younger girls vision to blur.

"Tw- three?"

Another slap and Ryan growled in pain this time.

"How many?" Beyoncé repeated.

"As many as you want to mommy— all of them please I don't c— ohhhh fuckkkk," she moaned as Beyoncé plunged three fingers deep into her. Her body arched up and Beyoncé quickly pulled out. "M-mama please oh please I need you."

Beyoncé bit her lip, licking Ryan's juices from her fingers before she pressed four of her fingers to her entrance. Ryan's body arched into them and Beyoncé slid in easily. She started to pump and Ryan moaned desperately. It felt so good having Beyoncé fill her up like this.

Beyoncé thrust harder. "Good girl baby, you're taking my fingers so good," she hummed pushing in and out of her. Ryan's body was so weak. She looked so pretty like this too, a ray of sunlight hitting her skin through the blinds, beads of sweat rolling down her skin.

"Uhhh," she moaned. She was already so close.

"Come on pretty girl," Beyoncé breathed, "I wanna feel you let go on my hands. Come on baby."

Ryan screamed. It didn't take much before Ryan was clenching and moaning into her. Beyoncé pressed a thumb to her clit as Ryan twitched on the bed.

"Shit..." she bit her lip looking at the bed, soaked by both of them. Ryan's eyes were low and she was breathing deep now.

"How you feeling honey? Are you hungry?"

Ryan shook her head. She was sleepy.

"I know baby, we gotta change these sheets though," Beyoncé kissed her gently. "Come have a bath and I'll call them to bring new sheets and snacks."

Ryan nodded absently as Beyoncé pulled her up and took her to the bathroom.

By the time they went to sleep it was early morning and the sun was already rising. Neither of them got much sleep because they had to get up for Beyoncé's study the next day.

Beyoncé had to update her study participants on how the research was going and get some more information. It was going well, she felt like she was proving her hypothesis. It was even more interesting because there seemed to be things she hadn't even considered that were impacting on college students health. She was starting to wonder if this should be extended older students as well so she could compare more long term effects.

Her and Ryan got ready and left, both talking and laughing as Beyoncé drove, Ryan picking up the aux to play some music. When they got to the classroom, Ryan was practically drooling over her and she smirked. The way Ryan was attracted to her made her feel so damn sexy.

She looked away, watching the class fill up, trying to get her mind focused on the task at hand. After gathering her study participants responses and telling them what they needed to know, Beyoncé left to go back home. She only had a couple days until the weekend when Ryan was going to her place again.

———

"Brooke?" Ryan shook her, noticing that she still wasn't awake. It wasn't like Brooklyn to sleep this late in the day. But she'd been distant lately, quiet and rude at times. But Ryan was still her friend and roommate so let her know she was leaving.

"I'm sick Ry," she mumbled and Ryan sighed but left her alone. She knew a lie when she heard one but she wasn't going to force her to get up if she didn't want to. Ryan couldn't even see her. She was completely under the covers and not getting up.

"Okay, get some rest okay?" Ryan nudged her. "I'll be back on Sunday. Probably late though."

"Hm," was all Brooklyn said, still buried beneath the blankets.

Ryan was going to see Beyoncé again because they were dating now and in order to actually date they had to see each other. Besides, it wasn't that far to travel. So Beyoncé had ignored her desire to check on Brooke that weekend and wouldn't see her until next month.

Brooke said she needed time to think things through and Beyoncé was giving her space to do just that. She wasn't even going to fly back unless Brooke asked her to but it wasn't likely.

Besides, she needed her own time to figure out how to tell Brooklyn about Ryan. It wasn't like she was a small child anymore who could just be distracted with dinosaur nuggets and fries. This was a serious conversation they needed to have. Beyoncé would have to sit down and talk to her like an adult.

In a sense she was only thinking about this now because she was so mad at Brooke, it felt justified in a way. Brooke was pregnant and she was fucking one of her friends. Which one sounded crazier?

————————[A/N]Thoughts? This was 4044 words btw. I'll give yall another update on Sunday but I was starting to feel like I was dragging it out too much