Hello friend! I've had an idea for a while for some stories that are not my usual epic romances, but rather short to medium stand-alone pieces. I'm going to call them Booty Shorts.
This is a little one-off story that crawled its way out of my head after a sort-of-funny, sort-of-serious conversation I had with another author. It is NOT what you're expecting if you are a regular reader of mine. If you are here for lesbian content only, do not read this. It's certainly the filthiest thing I've ever written and the blame lies entirely on the shoulders of AwkwardMD. If you are mad that you came here expecting my normal fare and got this, blame her.
Content warning for my regular readers: The story contains some rather explicit M/F interaction.
Enjoy... or be appalled that this is coming from me. Reader's choice.
~~ Dunedin, Florida ~~
"Why was Gwen so pissed at me tonight?" Alyx asked her wife, as she turned their Chevy Bolt onto their street.
"I wouldn't worry about it. You know she's always a grump." Mellony said as she reached for the garage door opener in the center console.
"I know, but she was really giving me the cold shoulder."
Mellony glanced at Alyx, gauging how honest she should be. "It's probably because you announced you were a Gold Star lesbian."
"What? Why would... That was a joke. I only said it because everyone was talking about wangs when I came back. I just have no frame of reference." She said, as she pulled into the garage and hit the button to turn off their car.
"I know babe. That term can carry a little baggage for some women though."
Mellony plugged their car into the charger in the garage, then they walked into their little Florida style, pink coral-colored two-bedroom bungalow.
"Well, hello Mr. Worthington!" Alyx said in the high-pitched, little girl voice she reserved for their Corgi pup, Douglass P. Worthington, otherwise known as Doug the Dog. Doug was going through the usual ecstatic gyrations reserved for when his mommies returned home on the days they didn't take him to work with them.
They let Doug precede them through the kitchen to the French doors leading to their small, fenced-in backyard, the short brown and white log of fur scampering before them on his four tiny legs. Doug ran across the yard, searching out his tennis ball, then returned, dropping it at their feet with a single yap. Doggie vernacular for Throw it! The king of the house commands you! Mellony obliged, tossing the ball to the far side of the yard.
"What baggage?" Alyx asked. She clearly didn't want to let it go.
"Okay, don't get upset, because I know you don't mean it this way, but when some women hear someone say 'I'm a Gold Star lesbian' they hear 'I'm trans- or bi-phobic'."
"What?! I'm not--"
"I know! I've never taken it that way when you've said it. I told you not to get upset, but that term has a loaded meaning for some women."
"I only meant I've never been with a guy! Not that I hold it against lesbians who have or bi-women or anything like that! You're bi, and I married you! I just meant I don't have a frame of reference!" Alyx tended to repeat herself when flustered.
"I know," Mellony said patiently, leaning down to pick up the tennis ball Mr. Worthington had dropped at her feet and tossed it again. "Gwen's bi though, you know that, right?"
"Yes, I know that."
"Okay. And she started dating a guy last week."
Alyx's eyebrows furrowed. "I didn't know that."
"You were in the bathroom when she told us. Then when you came back, we were talking about 'wang', as you so eloquently put it, and you said 'I guess I have nothing to add to this conversation, since I'm a Gold Star lesbian.'"
"It was a joke!"
"Sweetie, it's okay. I know you were joking and I know you didn't mean anything by it."
"Hmmph!" Alyx said, crossing her arms, her foot tapping in the grass in frustration as Mellony gave the increasingly soggy tennis ball another toss. "Gwen didn't know I was joking apparently."
Mellony put her arm around her, giving her a squeeze. Physically, they were two peas in a pod. Middling height Florida girls, with the sun-bronzed skin, sun-bleached blonde hair and slim builds that came from the early morning surfing or swimming they squeezed in every day before opening their store. The main difference between the two was Alyx wore her hair long, usually in a braid, while Mellony kept hers short, swept over and chin length on the right side, with an undercut on the left side.
Since they'd started dating their senior year at Florida State, Mellony had been a patient partner. Alyx often had difficulty reading the social cues that most people picked up easily, but Mellony didn't mind. She knew her wife better than anyone, maybe even including Alyx's parents, as Mellony's acceptance of her quirks had made Alyx open up to her like she never had all through high school. Alyx had a keen intellect and an understatedly dry sense of humor. It's just that if you didn't know that she operated differently than your average person, her jokes could come across as serious, and when she was serious it could seem like she was joking.
"Gwen, as we've already discussed, is a grumpy Gus. Don't worry about her. Just maybe don't use that term around her again."
"Fine." Alyx stood with her arms crossed, watching the ritual game of fetch.
They stood in companionable silence, enjoying the evening air, until Mr. Worthington tired of chasing the ball and finally relieved himself, then they retreated inside to start their bedtime routine. Mellony went to the kitchen to fetch a large glass of water for their bedside table, while Alyx pulled down the quilt on the bed. The quilt was almost never necessary, Florida being Florida, but Alyx was a creature of habit. Having moved to Florida from Minnesota when she was ten, she insisted there be a quilt on the bed out of habit, just as she insisted on neatly folding it down before they retired for the night. She also insisted on neatly making their bed every morning, even when they were in a rush to hit the beach to catch some waves before opening their tourist shop just off Clearwater Beach.
Alyx came out of the bathroom in one of the XXL t-shirts she liked to wear to bed just in time to see Mellony toss the small rawhide chew she'd brought from the kitchen to Doug, who was happily wagging his stump of a tail in his doggie bed. Alyx's face lit up.
Whenever Mellony brought a chew into the bedroom, it was a signal for Alyx that sex was on. A non-dog owner perhaps might find the habit a little odd, but it worked for Alyx and Mellony. It was about the only way they could keep their Corgi from jumping up into the middle of things without having to lock him out of the room, which inevitably led to barking and scratching at the door.
Mellony flipped off the light switch, plunging the room into darkness. It took a few moments for Alyx's eyes to adjust to the dim light through the bedroom window. By the time they did, Mellony was naked. Alyx whipped off her t-shirt to follow suit. They approached the bed from opposite sides, shuffling towards each other across the mattress on their knees. Mellony wrapped her arms around Alyx, mashing their breasts together as their tongues danced.
Mellony's body jerked a bit as she felt Alyx's hand slide between her legs. It didn't take long for her moisture to start spreading, lubricating Alyx's fingers. Mellony began rocking her hips against her wife's hand. She tried to push Alyx to lay down, but Alyx stayed on her knees, rubbing Mellony's clit, a little faster, a little harder. Mellony smiled into Alyx's mouth as they kissed.
"Going to be one of those nights, huh?" she whispered.
They'd long ago learned each other's signals, habits, tendencies. When Alyx tried to get Mellony off quickly right from the start, it almost always meant that Alyx wanted a specific thing in return.
"Y'all were the ones talking about wangs. Not my fault," Alyx said, distractedly.
It didn't take Mellony long. The thought of what was coming next heightened her excitement, and she was soon quaking and moaning, gripping Alyx's shoulders tightly. As Mellony approached her orgasm, Alyx sensed it and switched from stroking her clit to plunging two fingers into her, sending her over the edge.
