MARTHA AND MARY LOUISE

By JessyKen:

“Beverly Hills.” I uttered, inhaling the nicely, cool breeze and admiring the beautiful scenery.

It’s being thirteen years. Thirteen years since I left this city, and now I’m back…back to where it all began!

“Mum, will gran be coming to see us?” Louisa asked.

“Of course, baby,” I replied. ” She’s definitely gonna.”

“But you know, Mum, I miss Italy, already. You know, Diego, Theresa…”

“Oh, I know, baby. But you know mum’s on duty. And you know how making this film is pretty important and all,”

“Yeah, I know,” She frowned.

“Come on, baby. You’re gonna love it here, trust me.” I said to her, brushing her loose hair strand off.

“Of course, Mommy. I trust you.” She giggled, wrapping her arms around me.

“That’s my girl. Now let’s go inside.” I said to her, clasping her hand. “Oh, be careful, Sir. That is pretty fragile.” I turned to the Chauffeur, as he moved our things inside.

“Wow, Mommy, this place is really big.” My daughter remarked.

Louisa was the exact replica of me, but had her father’s eyes, which sometimes reminded me of him….if only he could see what his daughter had become.

“Louisa…baby. Please be careful.”

“Okay, Mama.” She giggled, rushing out the door.

I breathed a sigh, rolling my eyes around the living room, as a name struck my mind.

Oh, my baby’s gonna be mad, I said inwardly, searching for my phone.

“Louisa!” I groaned, making for the door. “Baby? Baby -” I stopped, remembering where I had kept it.

I quickly got it out, putting my girlfriend’s number on the dial, as her voice came from the other line.

“Knock, knock,”

“Who is there?” Candace spoke.

“Your favorite girlie,” My voice rang.

“Oh, how much I’ve missed you, baby.” Candace said.

“It’s only being a day, Darling.” I said to her.

“I know, but a day seems like forever to me. Gosh! How’s my little baby, though? I bet she loves it there, already.”

“Oh, Louisa’s fine. She’s out playing.”

“Aww. That’s cute. Well, have you eaten?”

“Just had coffee on the plane. Didn’t really feel like.”

“Awe. Bad mood?”

“Oh, no. You know I’m trying to maintain this hot figure here.” I laughed.

“Oh, so true. Well, baby, I’ll call you later. Then we can talk about our wedding prep and all.”

“Ooh, can’t wait. Love you.”

“I love you more.” She said, as the line went dead.

I tossed my phone inside my bag, as my eyes went to the ring on my middle finger. Candace was one amazing woman. Met her in my first year at Harvard, and now, I just simply couldn’t wait for us to be together, without anyone getting in our way!

The next week was gonna’ be really stressful and I knew that for sure. I had an appointment with the director, who turned out to be Martha Fox…the one and only.

“Ah, you must be Ms Houghton,” She said, as I walked into her office.

“Yes. Louise Houghton.” I said to her, as she beckoned to me to sit down.

“I’ve heard so much about you,” She started. “Your movies…everything. They’re really fascinating.”

“Oh, thank you. Thanks so much.”

“Oh, my pleasure. In the mail I received some days ago, it read you were going to be working with us, and I’m pretty sure you’re the right one for this great project that’s coming up.” She continued.

There was something in her voice that was captivating, the way her lips moved, and those big sized boobs wanting to wiggle free from their cups. It was enthralling, my eyes focused on them as she talked.

“So do we have a deal?”

“Um, yes, Ms Fox.” I smiled, looking back at her.

“You’re not married, are you?” Her question came like a blast. “You know you’re such a beautiful lady and I bet every man would love to have you for themselves.”

“Heh. Every,”

“Yes,” She got up, making towards me. “I see you want this.” She grinned naughtily, sticking a finger in her lips, the other one pushing her dress down, as her enlarged babies came in sight.

I could feel the wetness in between my heat now, as I tightened my legs so I wouldn’t burst. I watched as she sat on the table, parting her legs, as her neatly shaved kitty stood open.

She’s got nothing on, I gasped, feeling my hot juices rush onto my panties.

“Come on, bitch. Have at it.” She motioned, as I grinned.

Now I knew I wasn’t straight, but I’ve never made love to any lady, apart from Candace, and I knew she wouldn’t mind, even if she saw me right now with another.

Martha Fox was one hot lady, and I could say we had such a great time together, no one knowing what was really going on behind the door.

“Would you mind finishing this at my hotel?” She asked, her breath coming upon my neck.

“Oh, I sure don’t. Anything for my seductive mistress.” I replied, giving her a final kiss, as I quickly got dressed, and then bid her goodbye…

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For those who are confused, this is the sequel to “SAINT AND MARY LOUISE “. I had to bring in this part, so I could show how the protagonist’s hatred towards men, led her into a bad, ugly life. I never had in mind to write an LGBT story, but I couldn’t ignore it because I so needed to portray her downfall and everything. So, place your comments, not just on this story, but every one of mine. I’ll really appreciate that…💖💖

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Jessica-Ken
A student of the popular Nnamdi Azikiwe university. A Human Anatomy stud—and a passionate writer, with the hope of one day making the world a better place. ~Authoress Ciara
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