Moonlight

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When I returned from night shift Rebecca had just woken up. For some reason she made sure to be awake whenever I came in and pester me with a bit of conversation when all I really wanted to do was get to sleep. Today was no different. She sat on the couch in her T-shirt and a pair of my boxers which went down past her knees.

"Good morning Joanne," she chirped. "How was your day?"

"Fine," I said automatically. "Say, have you been telling anyone about our... I mean, you staying here? Any professors or people like that?'

Rebecca shook her head. "Well, no professors, but I might have mentioned it to some friends... some people I met at the LGBT org... they didn't get it though, they thought I was being manipulated or something."

A surge of anger hit me. She was going around bragging to try and make friends, and it might cost me my job. And she just said this to me so fucking innocuously, like she had done nothing wrong. It was just the perfect end to days and days of irritation as this inconsiderate carefree girl waltzed through my life without any concern as to what she might be stepping on, in her tight little towels and revealing clothing and...

I grabbed her by the shoulder and shoved her down to a prone position. She looked startled, like she hadn't been expecting me to get angry at all. "You want to play dyke so bad? I've given you everything I can out of the kindness of my fucking heart and you can't even keep quiet? You realize that I might lose my job now, right?"

Rebecca was shivering. "I'm sorry, I didn't know..."

I grabbed her boxers by the hem and pulled them off her in one smooth motion. Her young cunt was there quivering along with the rest of her, with the lightest thatching of brunette hair, so pink and fresh and promising. "You want me to fuck you so badly?"

She nodded. The little bitch actually nodded. "You desperate little slut," I muttered, and without prelude shoved two fingers into her. She tensed up against me. For a second there I thought she was going to beg off, that she had realized she was in over her head. I paused, giving her a chance to relent. But once again, she couldn't appreciate what she had.

"Well go ahead," Rebecca said. "Give me your best shot, if you're such a tough butch."

That was it. Her shaky bravado had blown away any reason I had left. I pulled out my fingers and thrust them in again. Despite my harsh motions they went in easier this time – the little minx was already getting wet.

Another thrust, the edge of my wrist slamming into her delta, and Rebecca let out a jagged gasp. My fingers inside her began moving in a slow rhythm, thrusting in and out. She was beginning to writhe against me, thrusting her hips up for more. I kept up the slow and deliberate rhythm, wanting to see her squirm.

I leaned down and kissed her on the neck, biting in just enough to make her feel a little pain with her pleasure. Her gasps began to sound less shocked and more aroused, as my anger was changing into a violent arousal that yearned to get out. My fingers began to move increasingly fast, thrusting into her waiting cunt, truly fucking her.

After I had left my teeth marks on her neck I sat up and began picking up the pace of my fingerfucking. I wanted to see her as she moved, flushed and hungry, desperately trying to capture any part of me she could. I slipped a third finger into her and she instantly moaned her appreciation.

Her clit stood straight up, desperate for affection, as did her nipples underneath her shirt, but I ignored all that for now, just fucking her faster and harder. Rebecca's breath got shallow and rapid. "Please... please..." she said with a moan, clearly on the edge of orgasm but unable to make the final step over.

"Please what?" I said, ceasing all motion. "Please stop?"

"Noooooo..."

"I dunno what you want then." I loved being cruel.

"Please Joanne... make me cum."

"Sorry, did I hear you right?" I said. "You want me to make you cum, you little slut?"

"Pleeeeaase!"

I shrugged and started ramming my fingers into her as fast as I can. My thumb brushed up against her clit, and that was all it took. She exploded against me, letting out a deep yell as her hips bucked up and down uncontrollably. I kept fucking her as she came, and just when it looked like she was done she squealed as another climax took her. I pulled my hands out and watched as Rachel thrust her hips up uncontrollably, fucking the air.

It took her a while to calm down and take some deep breaths. Her body was practically glowing – she looked well and truly fucked. For a moment I felt a sense of pride.

Rebecca sat up and leaned over to kiss me. I brushed her away. She let out a murmur of disappointment.

"I need to sleep," I said, as callously as possible. Rebecca looked hurt and uncomprehending. I was kind of glad about that.

As calmly as I could I walked to my room and closed the door behind me, stuffing my laundry hamper in front of the door to stop Rebecca from following me inside. I practically dived onto my bed and shoved my hand down my pants and into my soaked cunt. I finger-fucked myself to a quick but electric orgasm, having to bite down on my lip to stifle my moans as my hips bounced uncontrollably off the mattress.

After I calmed down I realized I had crossed a line, and felt a little ashamed, but not as much as I would have expected. For the most part I just felt really lucid, like a slow syrupy calm had come over me. All the anger and frustration and repressed desire had been exorcised, and now we were on the other side of that chasm with no way of getting back.

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I didn't remember precisely when I fell asleep, but I must have at some point, because I woke up in the afternoon with the kind of weird soreness that comes from sleeping with your clothes on. I realized that I would have to face Rebecca again. Well, I could always hide in my room forever, but that plan wasn't too appealing to me either.

I changed quickly and tentatively ventured out into the living room. No sign of Rebecca. I remembered that she had night classes today, and wouldn't get back until eleven-ish. I guess I should have felt relieved that that confrontation was avoided, but I didn't.

For the rest of the day I was on auto-pilot. It was a good thing my routine was so undemanding that I could go through it without really paying attention to anything. I'm sure some kid got mugged five feet from me that night and I just walked on by.

I was at the desk watching monitors when Rebecca came in. She looked different, although I couldn't quite place it – maybe it was the jacket or the bookbag slung over her shoulder. But it suddenly seemed like she wasn't just some girl I lived with. She looked like a student, and I was just a small part of her life. Or maybe it was just the look on her face, miles away from the usual mocking exuberance.

"Hey Joanne," she said quietly. "I just wanted to stop by and yet you know... I called my Dad and we talked and I'm gonna be moving back in with him this weekend. Thanks for everything and I'm, y'know, really sorry if it caused you any trouble..."

"That's great to hear," I said. "I mean, not great that you're leaving, but that your family is, you know, accepting of everything and willing to take you back..." The discomfort on her face told me that I was far off. "They are, aren't they?"

Rebecca sighed and stared at the ground. "Well, my Dad wants me to go to this 're-orientation program'... you know, the whole pray the gay away bit. Don't worry, I know it's bullshit... I figure I've just got to mouth the right words and keep the girlfriends on the down-low and I'll keep a roof over my head."

"You know you don't have to--"

"No, it's fine," said Rebecca. "I know you want me out of your hair."

"If this is about last night, I'm sorry. I got mad and it won't happen again."

"No, that was fun," she said, momentarily grinning. "But I mean, I can't keep imposing on you, and I miss my family. I love them, even if they are bigots."

I reached out to stroke her cheek on impulse. She jerked away. "Rebecca, you can't just go back in the closet."

"Well, I can try," she said with a chuckle. "Anyways... I should let you get back to work. Later."

I felt like stopping her as she walked away, but I couldn't think of anything to say. So I just watched as Rebecca's subdued form slipped into the night air.

--

To say the next couple days were strained would be a gross understatement. Rebecca seemed to avoid the apartment whenever I was in it, going out to get dinner on her own every night. She was always sound asleep when I came in at dawn, or at least pretended to be. It felt like I was living with a huge weight on my chest, a weight that no one else could see and I had no idea what to do with.

Finally Saturday morning came. Rebecca was flitting around the apartment looking for anything of hers that she had missed, although it wasn't like she had brought much. She was dressed in the clothes she came in, Kristin's spares tucked away in a bottom drawer for another couple months of gathering dust. Normally my nocturnal schedule would have me in bed right now, but I was staying up with the help of a generously sized cup of coffee.

"I think you have everything," I said with a raised eyebrow. "It's not that big of an apartment, really."

"Let me just check one more time," Rebecca said, continuing to pace.

"You do know that you don't have to do this, right?" I said for what seemed like the fiftieth time. "I mean, I'm not going to kick you out."

"No, you were right," she said. "I don't need to be so in-your-face about the lesbian thing." I don't think I've ever been so upset about someone telling me I was right.

There was a knock at the door that nearly made me spit up my heart. Rebecca's head jerked up, an uncertain expression on her face, and then she went to answer it.

"Daddy!" I got up and turned to see Rebecca embracing an older man. With his casual dress and salt-and-pepper hair he didn't really look like the fearsome patriarch I had been envisioning.

"Sweetheart," he said and kissed her on the forehead. "We've been so worried about you. I'm so glad to see you're safe."

I hesitantly stepped in view as Rebecca went to grab her bag. When her father saw me his expression changed dramatically. I could only imagine myself from his eyes: with my short hair and big masculine build I was the perfect image of the bull dyke corrupting his little daughter. He stepped forward, the corner of his lip twitching.

"So you're the one responsible for this, huh?" he said, face flushing.

"Uh, Dad, this is Joanne. She's been letting me crash here and taking care of me." Rebecca interposed herself between her father and me, obviously trying to cut off any confrontation at the start.

"Taking care of you my ass," he said, shouldering past his daughter. "Listen you. How dare you take advantage of my daughter. She's young, she's confused, and she doesn't need to get dragged into your sick sexual escapades. What have you done to her?"

"Dad, it's not like that," Rebecca said, tugging futilely at his sleeve.

His voice had raised to a yell. "Well, how about it? What have you done to my daughter, you freak?"

The voice was familiar. It was my voice, the steady internal monologue that had drummed since I had first seen Rebecca, the song of shame and embarrassment. But somehow, when it was outside myself, in the hands of a scared middle-aged man shaking a quivering finger at me, I found the courage to speak back.

"Sir," I said, managing to keep my voice level. "Your daughter loves you, and I'm sure you love her. But you have to accept that she's a lesbian. You have to accept that because it's not going to change, no matter how much shit you put her through."

He slapped me. It didn't hurt, but the look on Rebecca's face was all the pain I could handle. Her mouth hung open as if her lower lip was pulled by fish-hooks, her eyes were dazed and horrified. Rebecca's father looked embarrassed about the whole situation. He turned on me without a word and walked to the front door again.

"Come on, Rebecca," he said. She didn't move. Her eyes were rooted on the couch where she had spent the past several nights. "Rebecca?"

"You don't have to go if you don't want to," I said quietly.

Tears started leaking from Rebecca's eyes and she rushed her hand up to bat them away. It was then that I understood. All her bravado, her youthful cockiness, all of it was a frantic desperate shout, her last line of defence against this terrible smothering silence that had now engulfed the room.

After what seemed like an eternity, Rebecca stepped back. Back towards me. "I'm sorry, Dad," she said. It was only a murmur but we all heard it clearly.

Her father left without a word, letting the door slamming behind him do all the talking. In the last glimpse of his face I felt not the hatred I should feel for him, but sympathy, maybe even some recognition. He looked like I had felt lately – that vague sense of having fucked everything up and not being sure how to start repairing the damage.

Rebecca turned to me, eyes shiny with tears she was doing her best to hold back. "I'm sorry Joanne, I know I--" I cut her off by swallowing her in my embrace, pressing her thin form as close to mine as I could.

"I'm sick of hearing you apologize," I said, and then kissed her on the lips.

Rebecca was cold against me, shocked stiff, but soon her lips parted and yielded to my invading tongue. And then she suddenly started giving as good as she got, tongue lapping hungrily at mine, both of our hands flying over each others bodies rapidly as if we needed to feel every inch of the other's flesh or else it would disappear.

We stumbled down the hallway, lips and bodies locked, until we stumbled over my bedroom. I almost tripped over a pile of dirty clothes, but managed to turn it over into a waltz-like step and deposit Rebecca on my bed. She looked up at me with a grin of exhilaration, and then reached down to take off her top.

It was the first time I had seen her breasts, fully and openly, not just the tops peaking enticingly out of a towel. Like Rebecca herself, they were both less and more impressive behind the wall of seduction and bravado. They stood up straight, vaguely conical, topped with dark red nipples. They were, I thought, the perfect size for playing with, just right to fit snugly in a hand or mouth.

Rebecca noticed my pause and looked at me, probably wondering if something was wrong. I assuaged her fears by climbing onto the bed on top of her and immediately diving into her chest. Rebecca gasped as I left kisses and nips in the valley between her breasts, then leaned over to take one in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the nipple like it was an ice cream cone. She responded with a mewl and a hand in my hair, making sure I kept at it.

I lavished love on both her tits until she was bucking desperately against me, back arching uncontrollably. I smiled and sat up before unbuttoning her jeans. Rebecca leaned back and put her feet on my shoulders, letting me tug off her pants and panties with one smooth motion. And then she was there in front of me, my little minx, nude except for her innocent white schoolgirl socks. Her body was youthful and vibrant and flawless, and at that moment absolutely nothing could have stopped me from having it.

I ran my fingers lightly through her soft pubic hair, passing over her clit but not lingering there. I wanted to treat her gently, to make this different from that anger-fuelled fucking on the couch. As my hands were passing over her pussy lips, showing definite dampness, she reached down and grabbed my wrist. I looked up, surprised.

"You always try to fuck me with all your clothes on," Rebecca said with a teasing smile. "Come on. You're overdressed."

"Really, I'm fine like this..."

She sat up and grabbed the bottom of my shirt. The girl wasn't taking no for an answer. There was nothing I could do but raise my arms and suck my gut in.

I expected a look of revulsion to cross her face. She would try to hide it of course, but there was just no getting around the fact that I looked chubby and washed up, especially next to her perfect young body. But instead she just doggedly moved on to my pants, tugging them off until they were balled around my ankles. The positions seemed to have switched – she was on her haunches leaning over me, rapidly advancing and taking what she wanted, and I was backed up against the wall, fighting the urge to retreat.

She looked over my naked body, saggy and imperfect. "You're beautiful." To my shock, it sounded like she meant it.

Rebecca leaned forward, her head leading like an animal looking for treats. I shifted away instinctively, but ran into the wall very quickly. Rebecca smirked and dove into the valley of my breasts. Her head pressed against my tits, hair leaving angelic touches over my nipples as her tongue fiendishly licked at every square millimeter of flesh it could reach. There was a kind of pleasant heat, a radiance coming from my bosom that I hadn't felt in ages. She was sliding in close to me, pressing her body to me tight as a second skin. The warmth, and her roaming fingertips, were spreading.

She kissed her way down my stomach, loving every curve. When she got too low she grabbed my legs and pulled me out onto the bed with surprising strength until I was spread eagle before me. Rebecca loomed over me, taking a good long glance at my body, and she looked hungry.

Rebecca then lowered herself back down to her ultimate destination: my cunt. I felt her hair descending on my thighs with a feathery touch then, and then her tongue probing between my bushy pubes to find the damp flesh underneath. My body tremored when she touched me first. It had been too long, and I had forgotten how much better it was when it was someone else between my legs and not just my hand.

She was obviously not an experienced pussy-eater, but she went at it with a fervour to bring me pleasure that would have redeemed even the worst technique. Maybe I was just imagining it, but her clumsy early licks seemed to become more skilled as time went on and my moans got higher and louder. There were a couple of times when I had to put my hand on the back of her head and guide her back to my clit, but she picked up on every little reaction of mine like a prodigy, and I soon felt rhythmic waves of pleasure pulsing through my body.

A familiar sensation began to creep over me. It felt like a heat that was about to engulf my body and burn away all my control, but also a heat that I couldn't get enough of, that would make my combustion a blissful one. Rebecca was now flicking my clit between her tongue as she thrust two fingers in and out of me. It was a gentler rhythm than the one I had fucked her with the other day, but the triumphant look on her face told me that she still relished the role reversal. The sheen of my juices on that face kept it from seeming too vengeful though.

In that instance I focused on Rachel and turned away from my own pleasure, an orgasm snuck up on me and ran through me like a freight train. I let out a scream that was entirely too high-pitched and clawed at the sheets beneath me, pulling the ends out from under the mattress. The release flowed through me like a post-workout high times a thousand, a feeling of not just pleasure but triumph that made everything around me seem sharper and more wonderful.

It took me a moment to return to normal, face flushed and breathing heavy. Rebecca was on her knees and looking at me with a grin on her face. Her nudity seemed somehow cocky. "So what do you think?"

"It'll do," I said, returning her grin, which I wondered why I had never thought to do before. "You've got potential, with the right instruction. And of course, lots of practice."