Part 41

After another night of sleeping together and waking up in each others arms, Gabrielle took Ryan for breakfast. This time it was a real breakfast with pancakes and eggs and sausages. They still hadn't gone on that date but this was a cute after sex breakfast. But then Gabby, with a finger beneath Ryan's chin, tilted it up and turned to ask her a question.

"Babygirl, do you have a mommy kink?"

Ryan's eyes widened and she looked away, her cheeks heating up. "I- um..." she swallowed. "It's not... I just I got used to it I guess."

Gabbys eyes pierced into her. She wasn't trying to be mean or to judge her. She was just trying to understand. "Your ex?"

"Not just her," Ryan swallowed. This was so embarrassing.

"What do you like about it? Please don't be embarrassed, I'm just trying to understand."

Ryan nodded trying her best to articulate it. Gabrielle was being genuine but she'd never had to explain this before. It just worked with other people. And Beyoncé was not the only person she'd done that with.

"It's just sexy I can't explain it."

Gabby raised a brow, "you wanna try it next time? I always hear you start to say it and then stop. We should just try it and then I'll see if I like it too."

Ryan tucked her lips in smiling softly, despite the tips of her ears burning with heat. "Okay," she said though she wondered if there would be a next time.

Gabby, however, felt like she was falling deeper into Ryan's light. She thought about introducing Ryan to her to her husband. He was actually a cool guy, often her best friend when their families weren't around. They'd met each other's partners before so Gabby thought it might help Ryan to feel less weird about it.

Things had never really been awkward between Ryan and Beyoncé. They could see each other naked and then see each other at college and nothing would be uncomfortable.

However, since they'd stopped seeing each other, it felt like things were different in these classes. Beyoncé's eyes didn't linger anymore. Instead she spent more time looking at the floor than looking anywhere in Ryan's direction.

Ryan got the sense she was sad about something but she didn't know what it was and it wasn't any of her business anyway. Beyoncé started going straight home after these study updates. She'd been doing that lately, not staying in hotel rooms and going straight home. Ryan didn't even know what was going on with her and Brooke.

Brooke seemed like she was back to being mad at her mom but it was not as bad as before. They seemed to speak more often.

Another week passed before Beyoncé texted her again.

Peaches: Hey

Ryan: hi

Peaches: The other day shouldn't have happened

Ryan: i agree

Peaches: You have a girlfriend

Ryan: what

Peaches: You shouldn't be talking to me like this when you have a girlfriend

Ryan: who said i have a gf

Peaches: You don't?

Ryan: what if i did?

Peaches: Then you shouldn't be talking to me like this

Ryan: why do you think i have a gf

Beyoncé called her again. She hated texting sometimes. And Ryan wasn't answering the question.

"What?" Ryan rolled her eyes.

Beyoncé raised a brow waiting for her to fix how she spoke.

"Beyoncé..." she breathed slowly taking a moment to let the attitude slip out of her voice. "What do you want?" She asked, slower, taking her time to ask the question.

"I just heard you have a girlfriend so we probably shouldn't be talking like this," her hand ran through her hair and her eyes scanned the room.

"You heard... Brooke thinks I have a girlfriend?"

Beyoncé shrugged, "well do you?"

Ryan chuckled. She knew better than to answer that. "So if I didn't have a girlfriend it would be okay?"

"I didn't say that. Just that you having a girlfriend makes it worse."

"What about you? You don't have someone?"

Beyoncé breathed, playing with her hair. "I don't."

Ryan frowned. She didn't believe her. Beyoncé was too good at lying. "If you say so."

"You think I'd be calling you like this if I had a girlfriend?"

"I don't know what you'd do. I didn't think you'd be calling me at all after what happened."

"What happened being you telling my daughter I was cumming on your face." Beyoncé raised a brow.

"Exactly." Ryan shrugged. At this point she'd already said it. What did Beyoncé want her to do? Keep apologising?

"Yeah well I shouldn't be."

"So don't."

"Fine. I won't." Beyoncé said, though she didn't hang up.

"So..." Ryan waited.

Beyoncé ran a hand through her hair again, the phone still on speaker. Ryan got the feeling like this was harder for Beyoncé than it was for her. Ryan had cried out all of her emotions by now.

Sure she still wanted to have sex with Beyoncé but she respected herself enough not to forget what this was.

Maybe Beyoncé didn't have someone else in her bed. Maybe she was truly missing Ryan. But that wasn't any of Ryan's business. She just got horny sometimes.

"Sorry," Beyoncé said.

"For what?"

"Hiding you," she sighed. "I... I do that sometimes when something is good, I don't want anyone else to know. I did it with... I've done it before."

Ryan shrugged and rolled her eyes, "okay."

"Things were good right?" Beyoncé asked, almost desperate for Ryan's reassurance.

"Yeah," Ryan tucked her lip. "But I wasn't gonna be your secret forever."

"I was going to tell her," Beyoncé sighed. "I know you think I wasn't but I would have Ryan..."

"I had to see her every day."

"I know," Beyoncé played with her hair. "I didn't think it was that bad. Y'all were just friends but I... I didn't think about it from your perspective. I'm sorry."

"It's okay," Ryan sighed.

They stayed on the phone in silence for a while.

"I miss you," Beyoncé said. Ryan just hummed in response. "I'll stop calling," Beyoncé finally said. This was useless. It was stupid of her to call. She shouldn't be.

You don't have to, Ryan wanted to say. But she knew better. "Okay," she breathed softly.

And, Ryan actually made it 2 weeks before she texted her again.

Ryan: guess who doesnt have a gf

Peaches: What? Why?

Ryan: never had one idk why u thought i did

Peaches: So who was that at the coffee shop?

Ryan: idk she was hot though right?

Peaches: Are you drunk?

Ryan: noRyan: i had a couple drinks but no

Peaches: Did you break up or something?

Ryan: we were never together like i saidRyan: anyways ask me why im texting you

Peaches: Why are you texting me?

Ryan: i took nudes and was thinking about who to send them to

Peaches: And you thought of me?

Ryan: thought you might like them

Peaches: Ryan....

Ryan: not sending them, just wanted to tell you

Peaches: Alright

Ryan: ugh can you be sexy again

Peaches: Text me tomorrow when you're not drunk.

Beyoncé sighed. Whatever this was with Ryan needed to stop. But they couldn't stop texting each other. Neither of them seemed to be able to stop.

The next day they ended up sexting once again.

Ryan: at least let me hear you cum

Peaches: *audio message* "Baby it feels so good. Oh fuck... I'm so wet. I wish you could taste it"

Ryan: this is torture

Peaches: I dont wanna torture you honey, I just wanna cum for you

Ryan: fuck bey...Ryan: let me hear you when you cum

Peaches: *audio message* I don't know— oh fuck. I don't know why you wanted to hear me but I'm so oh fuck- I'm so close baby. Mamas gonna cum just for you... oh fuck fuck- you want mommy to cum for you right? Shit baby I want you so— oh fuck fuck— oh fuck oh my godddd

Beyoncé breathed heavily pulling the phone away from herself. That was so nasty. She couldn't believe she'd just done that and she'd sent the message. Now she had evidence of just how badly Beyoncé wanted her. How just thinking about her drove her crazy.

Ryan got up to take another shower. How was she supposed to just go to sleep after hearing that?

When she got out of the shower, she was surprised to see Zendaya had come home. "Hey, where's Chloe?" She asked. You rarely saw one without the other.

Zendaya rolled her eyes, "we had an argument so I'm getting space. Anyways, what happened with you and that Gabrielle lady?"

Ryan rolled her eyes. "I needed space as well," she offered.

"Space? That's all?"

"Maybe... if space is like never talking again," she winced.

"What? Why? I thought you liked her."

"I do- I did but I... she wasn't the one, you know?"

"I feel like you're lying. Did you cheat or something?"

"Wha-"

"I'm just playing but seriously, what happened?"

Ryan searched her brain for a reason. They weren't sexually compatible, Gabby was fun but that was all it was, Ryan felt like she was cheating, she was in love with someone else, and Gabby wanted this to be more than sex. "She's married," Ryan answered.

"I mean I figured that out when I saw that rock on her finger. I just thought maybe it was some kind of open marriage."

Ryan looked away, "yeah I guess whatever. I just didn't wanna do that long term."

Zendaya nodded. "That's smart. Hope you're okay though friend."

Ryan smiled giving her a hug, "I'm good. What about you and Chloe? Y'all never fight, what's up?" She asked. The two were closer now that they shared a room. Neither of them were home a lot but when they were it was always nice.

"Her family finally called. They want us to come visit and she doesn't want to go, she thinks it's gonna make things worse. But I think it'll be good if we go. And if we both go then we can support each other but she doesn't want to so we had a fight."

"Oh wow that's a lot," Ryan listened. "I think you should respect what she wants to do though, she knows her family."

"Yeah I know. It just felt like she's embarrassed of me or something, like she wants to hide me."

"Now you know it's not that Z."

"I know that but I don't know, it just felt so strange, I've never seen her act like that," Zendaya shrugged.

Ryan shrugged too. That reminded her of Beyoncé in class a couple days ago. Something was off.

Especially with Brooke continuing to ask her to come home with her. But Ryan kept saying no. She didn't know what was going on between Brooke and her mom but Brooke was getting more and more pregnant every day. It was to the point where people had started to notice but she'd just pass it off as eating too much.

————————[A/N]Double update yup 🙂‍↕️

Thoughts? Ryan and Gabby? Y'all think they're done?

Bey and Ryan? They keep having phone sex it's crazy