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Bela pushed in the doorbell, the light breeze tickling her bare legs and arms. She heard the giggle of a young child, accompanied by the pitter patter of little feet. The lock clicked, and the door swung open. Bela saw no one until she looked down, and noticed a small girl, no older than eight. She looked up at Bela, little brown eyes wide, lips pulled into a wide smile.
“Hi!” She said excitedly, waving energetically.
“Hey there!” Bela crouched down, now eye level with the little girl. “Are you Angelise?”
“Yeah!” She smiled even wider, and now Bela could notice the missing front tooth. “I like Angie!”
“Okay, well, hi there, Angie.”
“Angelise, what did I tell you about opening doors for strangers?” An exasperated woman’s voice came from behind the little girl in the green dress. She placed her pale hand on Angie’s shoulder, who looked up at the woman and frowned.
“Sorry, mama.”
“Just don’t do it again. You wait until I answer it, okay?”
“Okay.” She looked down at her feet, pouting.
“Alright, go play, Angie.” She ushered the little girl behind her, and looked down at Bela “So, you must be Bela.”
Bela looked up at the mother of little Angelise, and stood up to full height. A woman taller than her, with dark hair tied into a bun, angular face with high cheekbones and a sharp jaw, roman nose, and a scar running under her right eye, presumably from a childhood accident, perhaps involving a tree, or a table.
“Yeah, that’s me.” Bela smiled, sticking her hand out to shake the mother’s.
“Okay, come in, take your shoes off.” She pointed to the little shelf holding several pairs of flats, pumps, and little children’s shoes. Bela did as told, pulling her combat boots off with minor struggle, and setting them on the top shelf beside a shiny black pair of heels. The woman led her through the small house into the living room. “Donna Beneviento, I’m sure you already knew that.” She said to Bela, smiling at her daughter who was playing with a little race car, making engine sounds as she raced it across the walls. “Angie isn’t allowed to watch movies over PG, bedtime is at eight-thirty, she isn’t allergic to anything, no matter what she says,” She smirked, remembering a time Angie pulled a fast one on a previous sitter, convincing him she didn’t have to eat her cauliflower. “If she wants an OREO, she has to eat all her dinner, and she’s only allowed two cookies for dessert.”
“Okay, thank you.” Bela smiled at Ms. Beneviento, who was grabbing her purse, stuffing everything she needed in it. She hugged Angie, kissing her on the cheek.
“Be good for Bela, Angelise.” She said, kissing her once more in her little round cheeks. “Eat all your dinner, no scary movies, and no pranks.” She booped the girl’s little roman nose, resembling her mother’s.
“Okay, mama!” She hugged her mother, and reciprocated the cheek kiss. “I’ll be good!”
“You better.” Ms. Beneviento smiled, stood up, ruffling the girl’s hair, and walked over to her shoes, slipping on a pair of flats, and opening the door. “I’ll be home about half after ten, don’t get into too much trouble you two.” She pulled her keys out, and pressed a little button, the car outside honked, and Bela heard the engine start up. “Oh, and Bela.” Ms. Beneviento’s happy expression turned serious. “No parties, no drugs, no alcohol, none of that. I don’t mind if you invite a friend over, but please respect my space, and have no more than one friend. Last sitter I hired invited over six people, and they started drinking, and broke my television.”
“Course, Ms. Beneviento. I didn’t really plan on inviting anyone over, everyone’s busy.” Bela smiled, shrugging her shoulders.
“Okay, thank you dear.” Donna opened the door, waving to Bela, and blowing a kiss to Angie, who was now playing with a superhero action figure and a my little pony figure, making little punching sounds as the yellow pony with the cowboy hat beat up Superman. She shut the door, and climbed into her car, driving off. Bela couldn’t help but notice the little twinge between her thighs and in her gut, every time the older woman looked at her, and said her name.
“So, Angie.” Bela said, sitting on her knees in front of the little girl, grabbing a barbie doll with a chewed on right leg. “What do you wanna do?”
***
“Angie,” Bela whispered, gingerly shaking the sleeping girl on the couch. “Bedtime, go brush your teeth.”
The girl yawned, rubbing her eyes, and mumbling something her sitter couldn’t make out. She sat up, and dragged herself off the couch, marching to the bathroom. Bela sat on the couch, pressing pause on the DVD player’s remote, the little animated dinosaurs stopped on a frame making their faces freeze in a way that made Bela chuckle.
Angie came out of the bathroom, and grabbed Bela’s hand, tugging her off the couch, silently begging the blonde to tuck her into bed. Bela stood up, and followed her into her bedroom, walls painted with surprisingly intricate leaves and jungle scenes, a panther in one of the trees kept watch over the door, and a parrot over the bed.
Angie climbed into bed, and grabbed her doll, a little Paddington Bear complete with the hat and jacket, hugging it close. Bela pulled the covers over the sleepy girl, kissing her on the forehead.
“Goodnight, Angie.” She whispered, flicking the light off, watching the little girl as she yawned and shifted under the blanket.
“Nini.” The girl said quietly, drifting off to sleep almost instantaneously. Bela quietly closed the door, leaving it ajar just barely, and returning to the living room.
She flipped through Ms. Beneviento’s DVD case, plain black faux leather, and pulled out a copy of The Boondock Saints . She removed the dinosaur DVD from the player, slipping it into Angie’s case, Angie painted on the front in white, little stars and smiley faces surrounding it.
Bela kept the volume low, so as not to wake Angie, and let her see the movie of mobsters getting their comeuppance.
***
The door swung open, and Ms. Beneviento entered the house, tears trailing down her cheeks. Bela paused the movie, From Dusk ‘til Dawn. Ms. Beneviento leaned against the door, sobbing, barely muffling the sounds with her hand.
“Ms. Beneviento, are you okay?” Bela asked, standing up, walking slightly toward the woman. Ms. Beneviento looked at Bela, eyes glossed over with tears.
“Hm? Yeah, I’m,” She released a shaky breath. “I’m fine.”
“You sure?” Bela reached her hand out, and drew it back, unsure of how to comfort the distraught woman. “Why don’t you sit down?”
“Yeah, that,” she paused for a moment, breathing and releasing another sob. “That sounds good.”
“Do you want me to make you some coffee, Ms. Beneviento?” Bela asked, looking at Donna, whose head hung in her hands, shaking.
“Yes, that would be lovely, dear. Thank you.” Ms. Beneviento whispered.
Bela shuffled to the kitchen, quickly brewing a pot of instant coffee, handing a mug to Donna. She sat on the opposite side of the couch, looking at Ms. Beneviento.
“You wanna talk about what happened?” She asked, eyes soft, looking at the woman’s sharp jaw, and high cheekbones.
“I don’t wanna dump it on you, thank you though.” Ms. Beneviento said, releasing another loud sob.
“It’s fine, I don’t mind. It helps me to talk about it, when things are bad.” Bela said, scooting closer to Ms. Beneviento. “I really don’t mind.”
“Thank you, Bela.” Ms. Beneviento inhaled deeply, then exhaled, closing her eyes, and sipping at the coffee. “I told her I was,” She paused, chin trembling. “I told her I was trans, and she dumped me.”
“Ms. Beneviento, I’m so sorry.” Bela whispered, scooting closer once again. “That’s awful.”
“She said some stupid shit, called me some very not okay words. Called me a fake lesbian.” She released another sob, and Bela placed her hand on Ms. Beneviento’s thigh.
“Ms. Beneviento, I’m so sorry.” She said softly, placing a kiss to Ms. Beneviento’s cheek before she knew what she was doing.
Ms. Beneviento perked up, staring at Bela, heat and scarlet spreading across both of their cheeks.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to do that, I-”
Ms. Beneviento cut her off, pulling her into a kiss, Bela’s worries melting away as her shoulders went slack, and she fell into the kiss. She reciprocated the kiss, moving her hands up Ms. Beneviento’s thighs, under her skirt.
Ms. Beneviento ended the kiss, looking at the blonde girl, whose blue eyes drooped and lips were slightly pursed, begging for another kiss.
“You’re beautiful, Bela.” Ms. Beneviento cooed, placing her hand on Bela’s chest.
“You’re so hot, Ms. Beneviento.” Bela replied.
“Donna, please.” Donna said, squeezing softly on Bela’s breast, eliciting a moan.
“Fuck me, Donna, please.” Bela moved to pull her t-shirt off, while Donna unbuttoned her blouse, shrugging it off her shoulders, chuckling as Bela struggled to remove her Man Killer t-shirt. Donna pulled it off her arms and lunged forward, kissing her hungrily, hands kneading her breasts through her bra. “Fuck,” Bela moaned, struggling to unhook Donna’s bra, while Donna trailed kisses up and down her neck, nibbling every now and then. “Fuck, Donna.”
A loud gasp escaped her lips when Donna’s hands found their way between Bela’s thighs after unbuttoning her denim shorts, and forcing their way into her boxers. Donna shushed her, reminding her of the sleeping child in the other room.
“Please don’t wake her, she’s a handful when she wakes up, and it’s impossible to get her back to sleep.” Donna kissed Bela. “Plus, I don’t really want her to see her mother about to fuck her baby sitter.”
Bela barely suppressed a giggle as Donna kissed her once more, tugging Bela’s shorts down her stubbly legs.
Bela, now almost entirely bared to Donna’s gaze, blushed furiously, as her dark eyes traced over Bela’s body. Her black bra and yellow-black srriped boxers, like a bee, a bug, she thought, the blonde happy trail from her navel to her pubes, Donna smiled at the girl on her couch, her chest and stomach fluttering.
“You’re so pretty, Bela.” Donna whispered, a slight tug at her heart, remembering the years she’d spent, insecure and dysphoric, washing away when Bela uttered a simple, soft, “You’re gorgeous, Donna.”
Donna stood, and slipped her skirt off, then her leggings, Bela staring at her matching black lace underwear set, butterflies in her stomach dancing at the sight of the woman before her. The most beautiful thing Bela had ever seen, ever kissed, will ever sleep with, she thought.
Donna pulled bela off the couch, kissing her before collecting all the clothes, and leading her to her bedroom, much more sparsely decorated than the rest of the house, save for an antique sewing machine in the corner, and a small collection of little cloth dolls, three little Paddingtons part of the bunch, all worse than the one Angie slept with, but each gradually better than the last.
“You make dolls?” Bela asked, sitting down on Donna’s neatly made bed, the soft mattress sinking under her.
“Yeah, I usually just give them to Angie if they’re good.” Donna smiled. “She loves them. Especially the little Paddington Bear I made her for her fourth birthday.”
“Yeah, she cuddled it when I tucked her in.”
Donna tossed the clothes in her hand to the foot of her bed, and unclasped her bra, tossing that onto the pile, and pulling her panties down, tuck coming undone, revealing a medium sized member, surrounded by a bush of dark hair. Her stomach sank when she did, and her heart pounded as she looked at Bela, who simply looked Donna from head to toe, a wide smile coming onto her face.
“I’ve said it so many times, Donna, but god, you’re hot. Total MILF.” She stood up, kissing Donna’s lips softly, grabbing her shaft, softly rubbing up and down, trying to harden it before slowly sinking to her knees, softly kissing her body as she went down. She stared at the half-hard shaft, swallowing.
“You don’t need to do this, Bela, it’s fine.” Donna said, stepping back slightly.
“Donna, I want to do this.” She shuffled closer on her knees, and kissed the head, noticing it twitch slightly under the touch of her lips. She smiled up at Donna, whose face was covered in scarlet, burning up, heart thumping wildly as she watched the young woman on her knees.
Bela hesitated a moment, unsure what to do, when Donna asked what was wrong, Bela answered.
“I’ve never sucked a,” She trailed off, furrowing her blonde brows. “I don’t know which word you’re comfortable with regarding, y’know.”
“I’m fine with most, dick is fine.” Donna said, gently stroking Donna’s soft hair.
“I’ve never sucked a dick before.” Bela finished, kissing it again, smiling at the little ways it twitched and gradually rose to attention. She slipped it between her lips, and clumsily bobbed up and down, teeth scraping against Donna unintentionally every now and again.
Donna moaned softly, grasping Bela by her hair, and gently guiding her up the shaft, her eyes closed, mouth falling open slightly.
“God, Bela, you’re really good at this for having never done it before.” She said, thrusting forward instinctually. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. ” She panted and moaned, cutting off her attempts to ask Bela to slow down, and hold still. When she finally did manage to get it out, Bela did as asked, and Donna grabbed the hair tighter, thrusting in, the head of her dick softly punching into the back of Bela’s throat. Her thrusts became sloppier, less rhythmic, and she came. The warm, slightly salty liquid spurted into Bela’s mouth, and Donna pulled out.
“Oh god,” She said. “You can uh, you can spit it out if you want. I’m sure you know where the bathroom is.”
Bela just smiled and swallowed, standing up, and kissing Donna. Her hands trailed southward, gingerly squeezing Donna’s round ass. Donna reciprocated the squeeze of her own, on Bela’s flatter, boxer covered rear.
Donna gently pushed her onto the bed, and pulled her underwear off, smiling at the smattering of blonde curls, and the pretty pink lips as Bela spread her legs, already wet and drooling. Donna pulled the sports bra over Bela’s head, kissing her once it was clear of her body, and thrown onto the floor alongside the rest of their clothes.
She trailed kisses down Bela’s body, down, down down, sucking on her tits for a moment, squeezing her nipples, and then down to her navel, and down, to her cunt. She located the clit quickly, and kissed it, once, twice, thrice.
“It’s been a while since I’ve eaten anyone out, Bela, I’m sorry if I’m a bit rusty.” She said, kissing the little bud again.
“It’s fine, I’m sure you’re great.” Bela replied, running her fingers through Donna’s soft black hair. “You’ll do great.” She reassured her once again, smiling softly at the woman between her thighs. who blushed furiously.
Donna kissed the clitoris once more, then started licking at it, starting slow, every now and then sucking on it softly.
“Fuck, Donna, that feels great.” Bela said softly, moaning. “Donna, you're really, really good at this.” She gasped when the woman between her thighs slid a finger inside her, pumping, and curling, hitting that sweet spot. Donna sent a shiver of pleasure through her body, Bela moaned, loudly, and Donna giggled at her little sounds, the vibrations sending another wave of pleasure through her.
“You’re so pretty like this, Bela.” She kissed the little bud once more, then resumed her licks, speeding up, eliciting louder moans from the young woman, who threw an arm over her mouth to muffle the sounds. Her fingers pumped harder and faster, the rhythm of her fingers inside Bela, making lewd, wet sounds, Donna smiled at the girl coming undone for her. She could feel Bela’s walls tightening slightly around her fingers, as she bucked against them.
“Fuck, Donna, I’m so close.” Bela muttered., biting her lip to stifle the sounds. “God, I’m so close.”
Donna didn’t respond, content with licking more eagerly, and picking up her speed even more, hand beginning to cramp.
Bela’s grasp on Donna’s hand tightened, her walls clenched around her fingers, she bit her tongue and lips, and came, harder than she’d ever cum before.
Donna rested her head on Bela’s thigh, smiling up at the girl’s heaving chest, and her panting mouth.
“Such a pretty girl.” She cooed, kissing her thigh. Donna felt herself hardening again, pressed gently against Bela’s leg. “Think you could possibly go for another round, Bela?
“Yeah, just gimme one second.” Bela said, lips spread into a smile, eyes closed, riding off the tail end of her euphoric high. “You have any condoms?”
“Yeah, I’ll grab one, and some lube.” Donna kissed Bela’s clit once more, then shuffled over to her dresser, pulling some condoms, and a bottle of lubricant out.
She was sitting beside Bela, struggling with the condom.
“Haven’t used one of these since college.” She chuckled, pulling the rubber down her dick.
“I’ve never used one. Only ever slept with like three people, and none of them had dicks.” Bela smiled, kissing Donna’s neck, inhaling her cinnamon perfume. “None of them have made me cum as hard as you, though.”
“I’m glad.” She had finally tugged the base of the condom down to the base of herself, and grabbed the bottle of lube, squirting a generous amount onto her shaft, rubbing it up and down until it was slick to her liking. “Do you want me to go slow, or, what would you be okay with?” She crawled on top of Bela, positioning herself to where her head was poking at Bela’s entrance.
“Start out slow, please.” Bela said, cupping Donna’s face, trailing her thumb over the scar. “You’re so pretty.” She whispered, gasping as Donna slid inside her, slowly.
“Jesus, Bela, you’re so tight.” Donna panted, thrusting into Bela deeper.
Bela just pulled Donna’s face closer, pushing their lips together, moaning into the kiss as Donna sped up slightly.
“Is it okay if I go faster?” Donna whispered, squeezing at Bela’s nipples.
“Yeah, fuck, fuck, that feels good, Donna.”
Donna smiled, kissing Bela once again, and sped up her thrusts a bit more, panting louder and heavier, as Bela’s moans turned into high pitched whines.
Donna, still sensitive from her first orgasm didn’t take long to finish, collapsing onto Bela, pulling out.
“Thank you, Bela. I really appreciate that.” Donna whispered, kissing her on the shoulder. “I should probably get rid of the condom, I’ll be right back.” Donna stood up, and disappeared from the bedroom, for a moment, her hips swaying as she walked.
Bela rubbed her clit in circular motions, bringing herself to a second orgasm quickly, and closed her eyes.
Donna reappeared, and climbed into the bed, pulling Bela into a hug.
“It’s kind of late, if you want, you can crash here, I’ll give you a ride home tomorrow.” She whispered, kissing Bela’s shoulder.
“That sounds nice, thank you.” Bela sleepily muttered, closing her eyes and drifting off in Donna’s arms, Donna not far behind her.
“Goodnight, Bela.”
“Goodnight.”