Part 1

[A/N]Part 1 & 2 are just the same oneshots I already posted. Everyone say thank you BB_lover_4 for asking for another update because that's why we're here.

I know this is unethical as hell but it's just a fic and it's just fantasy. If you 20 and a 40 year old is coming onto you 9 times out of 10 there's something very wrong with that person & they want someone to control.

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Ryan and her roommates had all become close through their first semester of college. Zendaya was basically her wingwoman, Justine was who you called if you needed to hide a body, and Brooklyn was the mom friend; always making sure they were fed and watered before they drank and went out to parties.

Her friendship with each of them was special in their own way. Justine could be a little dumb but her heart was always in the right place. Ryan found her cute and endearing. Whilst she clashed with Zendaya because the two were so similar. It had taken her a while to warm up to their friendship.

But Brooklyn had been an instant friend, she talked just enough to make Ryan feel comfortable around her, and she was always giving advice on what the texts she got from girls really meant. Brooklyn was honestly her first real friend in the city.

Ryan had become a whole new person in college, finding her place   amongst this group of people who were so different to the people she'd grown up with. Especially when she learned that Brooke had grown up with her own maid and other luxuries Ryan couldn't even begin to imagine. After getting over the initial culture shock, the four ended up becoming genuine friends.

As the first semester came to an end, their parents decided to take them all out to dinner to get to know the people spending time with their children. Ryan knew that her parents had nothing to do with the suggestion, but she went along with it anyway. A free meal was a free meal. She'd already met Zendayas mom and Justine's parents. It was only Brooklyn who was left.

"Hi Mrs Knowles," she greeted the woman who looked like a grown and sexy version of Brooke. She was dressed in head to toe light grey; a sweater and boots, plain black glasses, paired with a diamond encrusted necklace that Ryan couldn't stop herself from admiring.

"Hi honey," the woman smirked, as if noticing Ryans gaze on her chest. "And it's not Mrs anymore - Brooke doesn't like to tell people we're divorced." She shot her child a look and Ryan simply nodded in response taking her seat beside the older woman.

The seats had been mixed up so everyone could get to know each other. Though it probably had more to do with people not wanting to sit next to their exes. Zendaya was next to Ryan's dad, and on her right was Justine's mom and then Brooklyn was next to Ryan's mom with Zendaya's dad oh her other side.

The last person to arrive finally sat down and they decided to each go around introducing themselves before there were any mentions of food. It was some kind of attempt to get to know each other better. Ryan however, tensed up the moment each of her parents spoke. She'd been calm listening to the other introductions, but her parents were the biggest source of her anxiety.

Then to make it worse, it was her turn to speak. She looked over to her mom for reassurance - trying to get an idea of what she was supposed to say. She was met with a blank stare.

"Hi um... hello- um sorry. I'm Ryan, and I- I'm 20 and I u-um-"

"Hopefully you don't stutter like that in your classes, people will think there's something wrong with you" her dad said causing the table to chuckle awkwardly, while Ryan plastered a smile on her face, fidgeting with her the hair by her face.

"Um sorry sir. It's- I'll start over-"

Beyoncé peeked at her through the corner of her eye. The younger girl hadn't seemed shy before now. She recognised the familiar signs. This girl was probably not a public speaker.

"It's fine honey, just tell us what you're studying," Beyoncé's voice was soft in her ear, gently stroking her eardrum.

Ryan, head down, tried to let the warmth of her voice calm her down. She spoke again focusing only on Brooklyns mother. "I'm studying e-environmental science and I- I want to study the effects of climate change on human behaviour specifically in marginalised communities," she swallowed still looking at the ground. With every word she felt the weight of the world. She wished it would open up and swallow her whole.

Beyoncé smiled. That honestly sounded right up her alley, she wanted to encourage her, but then it was her turn to introduce herself. "Hi I'm Dr Knowles, Brooklyns mom," she nodded to her child who she was clearly very proud of. "I'm a therapist and I just want to say how amazing it is to see four young black women in college being so focused-" Ryan's mom let out a scoff causing Beyoncé to narrow her eyes before shrugging. Maybe she'd misread it, "and dedicated to their studies. Anyway, well done. You all have my support," Beyoncé smiled looking around the table at each of the girls.

Ryan found her eyes drifting to her left. Beyoncé seemed so perfect and sounded so genuine when she spoke. Ryan wondered what kind of therapist she was, Brooke hadn't mentioned much about her mom, but she didn't know why. The woman seemed like an angel.

Beyoncé offered her a small smile when their eyes met, as the next person began introducing themself. Ryan was suddenly grateful for the table scenario. On her other side of her was Justine's father who she already knew didn't talk much, which meant she didn't have to talk to her parents and she could focus on Brooklyns hot mom for the rest of the night.

Once the intros were done everyone settled into their own conversations and Ryan finally felt like she could relax.

"You okay?" that warm raspy voice asked and she nodded looking up.

"Yes ma'a-"

"Or you could call me Bey" the older woman rolled her eyes, a hint of a smile resting on her lips. Besides, Ryan had just been staring at her breasts.

"Sorry I'm a mess," Ryan apologised.

"You're fine, you just need to relax honey"

Ryan took a breath. She could smell the older woman's perfume. Relaxing would be easier if the woman next to her wasn't sexy as fuck. Dr Knowles was fucking gorgeous, and the way she spoke and carried herself made her even more attractive.

Beyoncé smiled at her, beneath those glasses and all Ryan could do was offer a smile back that she was sure probably looked insanely awkward and uncomfortable. Why had Brooke never mentioned that her mom was a fucking 10? She should have been warned before she got here. Now she was caught completely off guard thinking about her friends mom in inappropriate ways.

"So, how are you finding college?" Beyoncé asked resting her chin in her palm and meeting Ryan's eyes beneath her glasses. The younger girl had really beautiful eyes, Beyoncé thought.

"Uh it's good, I love doing all the experiments and I think my professors like me because I actually do the reading."

"Oh so she's not just a pretty face," Beyoncé raised her brows and Ryan felt her heart beat faster in her chest. She tucked her lips in trying to ignore the way this woman was making her feel. She was just being polite, she told herself. This was how some moms were, maybe? She wasn't sure.

"Thank you Bey," she said testing out the name in her mouth. It was cute. None of her other friend's moms had let her use a nickname. She decided she liked the taste of the name in her mouth. "There's still a lot of other stuff to get used to though"

"Yeah? Like what?" Beyoncé tucked her hair behind her ear so she could focus on Ryan's words.

"Just the people, you know? These three are fine but so many people want to be the main character and it's annoying when you think you're making a friend and they're really just networking." Ryan explained.

Beyoncé raised a brow. "I forgot how shitty college can be." She chuckled remembering her own freshman year. "But eventually all the genuine people end up finding each other."

"Yeah," Ryan blushed. She hadn't meant to tell the woman anything really about her actual struggles with college. This was supposed to be a lighthearted dinner with friends and their parents. She hoped Beyoncé didn't think she was oversharing or anything.

"And the shitty people will all get hit by buses," she said making Ryan laugh a little. Beyoncé brightened seeing her laugh. "You have such a pretty smile," she said causing Ryan's heart to race.

"Thank you," she said letting her teeth bite into her lips. If she thought about it too much she'd embarrass herself and start flirting with this woman.

"How about your love life?  Any girls?... or boys - I don't mean to assume..." Beyoncé's voice was deeper now, still holding a little sparkle in her eyes. There was a smirk on her face too, like she already knew the answer to everything.

Ryan's let her gaze meet those eyes behind the glasses. Was she tripping or was that a weird question? It was probably her just overthinking. Beyoncé was just making conversation. "No girls," she let her voice be light, though she wondered where this was going.

She noticed the smallest movement in Beyoncé's face, like another smirk but her eyes got lower, maybe a little darker. "Really?" She questioned, "even with that face?"

Ryan gulped shaking her head. She probably didn't mean it like that. She couldn't mean it like that, Ryan thought. It didn't make sense.

"Speak up pretty girl"

Ryan's face heated up. "Uh-um no," she said still blushing. "I don't want any distractions" she spoke.

"Oh so she's a good girl too," the light that danced behind her eyes was anything but innocent. Ryan frowned. Was Brooklyns mom really flirting with her so shamelessly? She had to be imagining this.

A waiter came over handing out glasses and drinks and Ryan almost swallowed down her rosé in one gulp. She wasn't legally old enough to drink yet, but she didn't have long to go. And she was going to need something to get her through this evening. Dealing with her parents was one thing, but dealing with her attraction to this woman was a whole other thing.

"How's work?" Ryan asked trying to just have a normal conversation with this woman.

"Good, I just got some funding to do some research so I'm excited about that," she replied, her eyes locked onto Ryan's intensely as she continued talking about her passion. Ryan watched for a moment then looked away. The eye contact was too much. This woman was too much.

They sat through the dinner, talking and getting to know each other. And Ryan couldn't tell whether Beyoncé was really flirting. Her brain wouldn't let her process that. She was probably just nice. But she couldn't help that little niggling feeling in her mind.

Most of the table were having individual conversations until someone piped up with another boring question for the table. This time it was for all the parents. Ryan rolled her eyes as they each put on fake smiles going around the table.

"Definitely, we want them all to be doing their best," Beyoncé agreed.

"And making A's," Ryan's mom chimed in. Ryan groaned, she had gotten a B on her most recent test much to her mother's disappointment. And apparently they couldn't stop bringing it up

Beyoncés fingers found Ryan's beneath the table stroking over them comfortingly. Ryan took a deep breath. Brooklyns mom was like a god send.

She toyed with her fingers, and Ryan calmed down. Everything about this woman was perfect in her eyes. Ryan was barely listening to the conversation, until eventually the food was brought out. Beyoncé had gotten lobster, and Ryan waited for them to bring out her steak. Apparently Beyoncé's ex husband was paying for everyone's meal.

Brooklyns mother cracked the lobsters shell, and Ryan watched her pull it apart, revealing the glistening white meat inside of the lobster. Ryan, for some reason, couldn't look away. Her long fingers, worked with ease, twisting the tail and pulling out a bite.

She dipped the meat into a pool of warm butter, the liquid clinging to the meat before she lifted it to her lips. Then Beyoncé's lips encouraged the meat, and she chewed before her fingers reached for the napkin. Beyoncé curved a brow, looking at Ryan in the corner of her eye.

"See something you like?" She asked as she finished wiping off her fingers.

Ryan tucked in her lower lip, what was she supposed to say to that?

"Yes," she said looking her up and down. The older woman hadn't expected that and she paused to take a sip from her glass. Then one of the parents piped up from around the table interrupting whatever had just happened.

"I just wanted to say how proud I am of my daughter," Zendayas mom said causing Zendaya to roll her eyes. "It's not easy going off to college and still you're doing so well in all your classes"

"Thanks mom" Zendaya looked embarrassed.

But then all the parents joined into the praise, Justine's mom mentioning how she was the first in their family to go to college, Brooke's dad talking about her good grades. They all had nothing but praise for their children. All except for Ryans parents.

"I wish we could say the same for Ryan." Ryan felt her heartbeat pick up. "Hopefully she can learn something from you all. She just doesn't apply herself."

"She's always been like this. The girl doesn't want to work"

The sun danced across the tableware, as Ryan's parents shot her a pointed look. The younger girl started to panic, her face heating up as her parents chastised her. It wasn't usually this bad, but there were so many people, so many sounds, and all she could hear was the voices telling her off.

Then she felt a hand rest on her legs. She shuddered and glanced at Beyoncé and then back down. Ryan tucked in her lips trying her best not to focus on the conversation and just to focus on Beyoncé.

But then she looked up to see their faces. All the disappointment, and her friends feeling sorry for her. She hated it. She felt like such a failure.

"Go to the bathroom, honey," Beyoncé whispered in her ear noticing how panicked she was getting. The restaurant was hot and this atmosphere probably wasn't helping.

Ryan didn't think, just stood up, her vision a little blurry as she moved towards the bathroom. The voices were still talking but she couldn't understand them. Then another voice - Beyoncé, she thought, but she couldn't be sure as she practically ran towards the bathroom.

She washed her face, splashing it with cold water. The bathroom was better, much cooler and didn't have all of the people around. 5 things she could see, 4 things she could touch, she went through everything she knew of to calm her anxiety.

It was working and she wiped her face with a towel and took some breaths, pulling herself together. She would be fine. She counted to ten breathing in and then, in walked Beyoncé locking the door behind her.

"How are you feeling?" The older one asked stepping closer to her.

"I'm fine now," Ryan smiled looking at Beyoncé. "Thank you" she said shyly.

"Good," Beyoncé replied with a smile, "I hate to see you all worked up like that." Then there was a pause.

Beyoncé looked conflicted, as if there was an internal battle going on in her mind. Her eyes widened then narrowed slightly, running up and down Ryans body.

And then she kissed her. She couldn't stop herself. Ryan melted instantly into the kiss. It was firm and passionate, but there was something raw about the kiss. As if she had to do what she'd been wanting to all evening.

Beyoncé's tongue darted out and Ryan easily let her in. Ryan was like putty against Beyoncé's touch, letting her lips do whatever they wanted. Soon they were pressed into her neck. So the flirting wasn't all in her head...

"Bey?" She moaned feeling those perfect lips on her skin.

"Mmhm?" Beyoncé didn't stop. Her kisses grew deeper, sucking Ryan's skin into her mouth. Ryan let out a soft gasp as Beyoncé continued to explore her neck, every kiss sending shivers down her spine.

"Y- you're? Ohhh..." she moaned as a tongue grazed her collar bone. They were in a restaurant bathroom. This shouldn't be happening.

But Beyoncé pushed her hard against the marble countertop and Ryan's eyes fluttered closed when she felt Beyoncé bite softly into her shoulder. A low growl escaped Beyoncé's throat, as she ran her hands possessively over Ryan's body. What was even happening right now?

"Fuck," the younger one whimpered in surprise.

"You okay honey?" Beyoncé asked as her hands traveled into Ryan's top. Ryan bit her lip, feeling those hands running up along her sides. There was nothing stopping Beyoncé, nothing holding this woman back, no barrier of a bra.

"R-Right here?!" Ryan stammered, her face heating up at the thought.

Beyoncé smirked, nibbling at Ryan's ear as her hand pressed against her nipples. She rolled her nipples between her fingers before speaking and replying to the question. "Unless you want me to stop honey?"

Ryan felt her warm breath graze along her ear as those fingers pinched causing her to gasp. "Do you want me to stop?" She repeated, tugging the aching nipple between her fingers.

"N-no," Ryan moaned. What was this woman doing to her? She inhaled sharply. What was she doing? Letting this woman touch her up in a bathroom not 30 feet from her parents. So close to the woman's own child for goodness sake.

"Such a good girl," Beyoncé almost moaned at her acquiescence. She took her fingers out to lick them before placing them back inside of Ryan's top causing her to tremble at the feeling.

Ryan moaned softly in her ear. That seemed to do something to Beyoncé as her hands paused but her breathing got deeper. She was still exploring and then her thumb made contact with Ryan's nipple, rolling it and giving it a small pinch that sent shockwaves straight down to her pussy.

Then Beyoncé pulled away from the kissing, hands still on her breasts as her hazel eyes looked up into Ryan's.

"Please can I make you feel good baby?" Beyoncé breathed, her eyes low and full of lust. Ryan's heart pounded and Beyoncé could barely stop herself from uttering the next sentence. "I need to taste you. Can I do that please honey?"

Ryan's breath caught in her throat, a mixture of shock and arousal coursing through her body. Ryan couldn't react. She wasn't that type of person. She'd never done anything like this. She'd never even sexted before, let alone having someone go down on her with her friends and family so nearby.

"Please honey, I need you."

Ryan was not that type of person.

But Beyoncé was perfect, her blonde hair falling in soft waves around her face, the flecks of green dancing in her pleading eyes. And she was asking so nicely. Ryan was also so wet.

"I- uh oh- okay" Ryan breathed. Surely, it wouldn't be that bad right? It wasn't like it was a crime. And Beyoncé had locked the door.

Beyoncé wasted no time adjusting her glasses and pulling down Ryan's pants. She lifted Ryan onto the counter gently placing her bare ass onto the marble. Ryan didn't have time to think about the fact this was a bathroom or whether she had on sexy underwear. None of that mattered right now.

"Look at those thighs," Beyoncé praised, her words full of lust as she spread Ryan's legs open looking at her pussy. "Is all this for me?" She smirked seeing the moisture between her legs greeting her.

Ryan hissed unable to say anything else. She'd lost her mind, she was sure. Maybe this was all a dream. She'd fallen asleep fantasising about Brookes mom and this was in her head. She leaned back against the mirror, closing her eyes as she felt Beyoncé's hands on the inside of her thighs. Her body shook with anticipation when she felt hot breath inches from her pussy.

"You're so wet honey, let mama take care of it" the older woman moaned leaning forward to capture the juices onto her tongue.

Ryan breathed sharply as Beyoncé flicked her tongue, spreading her juices around softly. She jumped, her hips lifting involuntarily as Beyoncé's tongue flicked lightly across her clit. A whimper sounded in the room and she recognised it as herself. "Fuck-" she moaned, her body jerking as Beyoncé spread her open wider making room for her head.

"You like having mamas tongue on you?" Beyoncé asked, pulling her clit into her mouth. Ryan couldn't think, she just nodded quickly as Beyoncé sucked her clit between her lips.

"Mmhm" Ryan moaned as the woman's warm breath stroked her thighs.

"Use your words pretty girl"  Beyoncé licked her lips before her  tongue dipped inside and Ryan's eyes rolled back again.

"Mmm" she moaned. Fuck Beyonce was good at this. "Yes yes- oh fuck," she rolled her hips against the woman's face.

"Oh honey," Beyoncé pulled away for a second. "You have to be quiet for me okay? You can do that for me, huh?" She asked planting a kiss directly on Ryan's clit. "You can be quiet for me, right baby?"

Ryan nodded biting her lip into her mouth. "S-sorry" she panted clamping her mouth closed quickly. How did Beyoncé manage to turn her on by telling her to be quiet?

The other woman wasted no time, diving back in with her tongue. She swirled it this time, pulling her clit between her lips. "Mmm," she hummed against Ryan's pussy, as if it tasted good, as if it turned her on to be doing this.

"Oh-" Ryan hissed shutting herself up. But fuck it felt good. Looking down to see the woman between her thighs. She looked so classy, so put together, so - not like this, her glasses resting on Ryan's pubic bone, hair tied up so it wouldn't fall into her pussy.

"I love how you taste," Beyoncé groaned, looking up into the younger girls eyes. Juices trickled down her chin. "So sexy." She said it like an undeniable fact.

"Oh..." Ryan breathed, biting her lower lip. Beyoncé went right back to it, feasting on her pussy. Now she paid attention to the nub, sucking it between her plump lips. Beyoncé rolled her clit around her tongue, sending jolts through Ryan's body.

No one had ever been this attentive before, so focused on her pleasure. It was like Beyoncé needed this as much as she did. And that turned her on even more.

Ryan arched her back, fingers tangling in Beyoncé's hair. She moaned as Beyoncé licked faster. "Don't stop- ohhh please don't stop," she moaned rolling her hips against those lips.

Beyoncés tongue was soft, alternating between licks and kisses. "Shhh baby, I won't stop. Mamas got you," Beyoncé whispered, swallowing the juices coating her tongue. She could feel Ryan pulsing underneath her touch, "fuck you taste so good," she groaned pushing her face in deeper to her thighs.

"Beyyy ohhh," she moaned at the rumble of Beyoncé's lips on her pussy. Her moans growing louder, urging Beyoncé to dive deeper.

"Honey you have to be quiet," Beyoncé repeated. Ryan nodded and swallowed this time. She was trying but how was she supposed to be silent when Beyoncé was between her thighs like this?

Ryan bit her lip harder as Beyoncé alternated between slow flicks of her tongue and long, sensual sucks. "Fuck- oh fuck-" she grunted, grinding her hips against her face, and then Beyoncé reached up, placing a hand over her mouth.

Ryan didn't think this could get any sexier. But there she was, manicured hand clamped over her mouth as she licked her clit like her life depended on it.

Ryan gasped behind Beyoncé's palm, her eyes rolling back as she rode the wave of pleasure that coursed through her body. With each flick and suck, Beyoncé drove her closer to the edge. She was about to cum.

She was so turned on by Beyoncé. Her moans came out muffled as Beyoncé licked all of her juices into her mouth. She desperately wanted to scream and let go.

Beyoncé felt her throbbing in her mouth. "Cum for me baby"

Ryan squirmed beneath Beyoncé's touch, her moans stifled behind the older woman's palm as she finally let go. All of that built up pressure released into Beyoncé's mouth.

Beyoncé lapped hungrily at Ryan's core, swallowing every drop until the smaller girl was writhing and squirming against her mouth.

"Good girl," she cooed, gently kissing Ryan's sensitive folds. Still, she wouldn't let up, she kept licking until Ryan's legs were shaking hard against her.

As if sensing Ryan's overwhelming sensitivity, Beyoncé slowed her ministrations, pressing gentle pecks and whispers of warm breath over Ryans sensitive pussy. Then she felt moisture on her hand. Ryan was crying.

"Oh honey," Beyoncé pulled her hand away, and came face to face with her.

Beyoncé cupped Ryan's cheek. "Baby what happened? Was I too rough?" Her eyes searched Ryan's face.

Ryan shook her head, sniffling softly. "No, it-it was good."

"Then why are you crying honey?"

Ryan blinked, surprised by her own reaction. "It was just... intense. I've never... that was..." she managed to choke out, looking into Beyoncé's concerned eyes.

Beyoncé smiled softly and kissed her forehead. "Oh honey, that was nothing," Beyoncé chuckled lightly, her eyes roaming over Ryan like a threat. "Let's get you cleaned up."

They both got themselves together before returning to the table like nothing had happened.