Tember Falls 08

September and Samirah met when their parents announced that they were going to be dating. Now, September and Samirah have started a secret relationship.

Samirah woke to the feeling of September softly running her fingers along her nipple. Since the moment Samirah first laid eyes on September, there was something that drew her in. Words couldn't explain what it was. It was like a pull that she was powerless to resist. It was everything and nothing about her. She felt as if she was everything she needed and nothing that she could have ever imagined. She had been searching for a long time for her equal, someone that she could build with, someone she could grow with. She desired someone who would understand her, who would see her the way no one ever had. Somehow, she knew that she had found that in September. She could only hope that September felt the same way.

This chance meeting of theirs was a complicated one, to say the least. They both knew that they were treading on dangerous territory. Honestly, Samirah didn't know the right thing to do. It was at times like this that she missed her mother the most. Samirah had a habit of making things difficult in her life. It was as if that was just the way she was made up. She could never do what made sense to others. She always had to go against the grain. Meeting September and pursuing her was right in her wheelhouse. She knew she should have stayed away. She knew she was most likely making a mistake in the sense that this could hurt her father and September's mother in the process.

Samirah knew that her mother would know the right words to say to her to put her at ease. Samirah's mother just had a way of soothing her in a way only a mother could. It had been 5 years since her mother had died. There hasn't been a day since Samirah didn't long to see her mother. She craved the feeling of her mother's presence. She knew that her mother would tell her that matters of the heart are never easy. She would tell her to be honest with her father and not blindside him. She knew that her mother would support her all the while guiding her, and she missed that so much at this moment.

She inhaled and exhaled. She raked her hands down her face. She turned to September and stared into her eyes. She searched them for any signs of trepidation, but didn't find any. That only made her feel worse for some reason. If September had reservations, it would make it easy for her to do the right thing and stop this before it got any further. They had only known each other for a few weeks, but already Samirah couldn't imagine a world where September wasn't a part of her life.

She didn't know what to do. It almost seemed like the universe had placed September in her life. She knew not to question the universe and its wisdom. She only wished she knew what to do. She would table her thoughts for now and focus on the beautiful woman who was in front of her. She looked in September's eyes, and she felt she could see herself looking right back at her.

"Good morning, beautiful." September's voice sang out. "How did you sleep, my love?"

Samirah just smiled at her and kissed her forehead. "I could lie here with you forever, baby, but I need to get to work. How about we go out for dinner tonight?" Samirah asked.

September moaned her disapproval and put on her pouty face. "I guess I have to accept that you have to leave me. I don't have any plans for tonight, and dinner would be great. I should get up and take a shower."

Samirah leaned down and kissed her again. "Do you mind if I join you?"

"I thought you would never ask, please come!" September said excitedly.

September sat at her desk with a smile on her face. Her ink pen rested on her bottom lip as visions of this morning invaded her mind. When Samirah asked to join her in the shower, she had no idea how it would be the best shower she had ever taken.

Suddenly, there was a knock on her office door. "Sincere, why are you knocking? It is only me and you in here, right now?" September just shook her head at her secretary. She meant well, but sometimes she thought too much.

"Sorry, boss lady, I was just wondering if you wanted anything from the food truck? I am about to grab something."

"That sounds good, but I have a better idea, let's go out for lunch. It will be my treat."

Sincere and September sat at their table. They both ordered the Caesar salad with grilled salmon and Mimosas. The food was delicious. It was just that September was hungry for something else at the moment. She simply pushed her food around her plate.

"September, where is your head at, girl? It was your idea to come here, and you haven't even touched your food."

September looks at her secretary; she had honestly forgotten that she was even at the restaurant. "Sincere, can I tell you something and you not look at me differently? I mean, I know that you are my secretary, but I need to talk to someone who isn't so close to the situation."

Sincere looks at September sympathetically; she can sense that whatever September has to say is weighing her down. She also knew that September was aware she could trust her with anything. "September, I have known you for 4 years, and in that time we have had thousands of conversations. You know we don't judge each other, and we give each other space to be open. So, whatever it is, you shouldn't even need to ask if you can trust me."

September relaxed in her seat and began to tell Sincere the whole story of her and Samirah. As she told her story, September noticed that the only time Sincere looked shocked was when September talked about the sex she and Samirah had been having. In all honesty, it felt good to talk to someone who only knew her and not all parties involved.

Sincere just looked at September for a few moments before she responded. "We at least now know why you have been daydreaming all morning. I would be daydreaming too, if I had been getting it in like you and your mystery lady have been." Sincere took another beat before she moved on.

"September, you know I don't judge you, but at the same time, I don't envy your position either. I can tell that what you have with..." She points to September. "What is this woman's name?"

September took a deep breath, because even saying Samirah's name seemed to set her on fire. "Her name is Samirah."

"Samirah!" Sincere repeats. "That is a beautiful name. Like I was saying, I can tell that what you have with Samirah is real and means a lot to you. Look, you didn't start in the most conventional way, but it is too late to worry about that. What you need to worry about is what you are going to do now. If you are going to pursue this relationship, then both of you need to discuss the possibility of being open and honest with your parents. The truth is, whether you like it or not, something like this is bound to come out. It would be best if it could come from you and not someone else. I know you don't want to hear it, but it's the truth."

Sincere waited to see how September absorbed what she just said, and then she proceeded again. "Truthfully, I don't think that your mother and this Desmond are going to get married. Your mother is still married to your father, so she can't get married in all honesty. I doubt she is going to go through the trouble of trying to locate him to divorce him. More importantly, I know she doesn't want to dig up any parts of those wounds not only for herself, but for you and your siblings as well."

September listened to Sincere, and she knew that what she was saying was true. But she also knew how insane her mother went when she found out about Sapphire liking women. Although her mother was better about it now, she still referred to Sapphire's girlfriends as her friends. She would never openly admit that it was Sapphire's girlfriend. Truthfully, she couldn't care less whether her mother accepted that she liked girls or not. She couldn't say definitively that she liked girls; all she knew was that she loved, no, she was in love with Samirah, and she didn't know how much longer she would be able to hide it.

"I think you're right, Sincere. I need to tell my mother, and Samirah needs to tell her father. But for the moment, I just want to enjoy this little bubble we have and try to navigate it in silence for now. I'm not sure, I want to blow up my world and possibly ruin my mother's first good relationship in years, for something that may be over before it even has a chance to start."

Sincere shakes her head. "September girl, you know I'm always honest with you, and I think you're playing this one wrong." She takes a deep breath. "I just hope you're right."

The two ladies finish their food and head back to the office. September and Sincere work until 5 pm on the nose. September rushes home to get ready for her date. As she's getting dressed, her phone rings. It's her mother. Sudden nerves rush over her.

She answers the phone, "Hey, Mommy, you okay?"

"Tember, why does something have to be wrong for me to call my child? I was wondering what you were doing tonight? I wanted to see if you wanted to go out for dinner?"

September looks at the phone to see if she was talking to her mother. Her mother had never asked her if she wanted to go out to dinner with just her. They never had that type of mother-daughter relationship. So, this sudden interest in spending time with her was throwing her for a loop.

"Aww, Mommy! I'm sorry! I'm already getting dressed for a date tonight. I would love to reschedule for tomorrow night if you're free?"

Her mother squealed so loud it startled September, and she dropped her phone. She couldn't help but laugh. "Ma, why are you yelling? I do go out on dates from time to time, you know?"

Her mother started laughing as well. "Oh, child, hush. I know you date occasionally, but I just haven't heard you say you were going on a date in a long time. So yes, we can go out tomorrow night and you can tell me all about your date then."

September, having hung up on her mom, had decided on a strapless, clingy black dress. She wore a pair of four-inch stilettos. She had straightened her normally curly hair for a sleeker look. Her hair hung just below her shoulders. She chose a dark, smoky mascara and a nude lip. Her body sparkled due to the shimmery body butter she had used. She decided to go with diamond earrings. Lastly, she sprayed her body with Black Opium perfume. She gave herself the once-over and headed out the door.

Samirah chose one of September's favorite restaurants for dinner. As she stepped out of the car, a valet ran over and gave her a ticket. Samirah was waiting for her. In September's eyes, she looked delicious. Samirah wore a beautiful, sheer button-up shirt that she chose to keep unbuttoned almost completely. She had a strapless bra on, along with black leather skin-tight pants. She adorned a pair of knee-length boots, her makeup was flawless, and September had to remind herself to breathe.

She couldn't believe that this beautiful woman was hers. Although they had never spoken of titles, in her heart, Samirah belonged to her, and she belonged to Samirah.

As September walked closer to Samirah, she pulled her close and inhaled her. She kissed her cheek, and September melted.

"Hey, gorgeous!" Samirah sang. "Are you ready to go in?"

September just smiled, and they walked hand in hand into the restaurant. September felt like all eyes were on her, and for a second, she was self-conscious. Tonight was a real date. A date with a woman. As if Samirah could feel her anxiety, she pulled September closer.

"Don't worry about anybody but you and me." With those words, she places a soft kiss on September's hand.

Once they were seated, Samirah stared at September so intensely her body began to overheat.

"You look amazing, baby. All I think about is pulling that dress over your head and sinking to my knees, and burying my tongue inside of you until you drop down my chin."

All September could do was blush. "If you keep talking like that, we won't make it through this dinner."

Samirah threw her head back laughing.

The two ladies drank and enjoyed the space between each other. The conversation flowed with ease; nothing was forced. There were no pauses, no gaps. Where one left off, the other picked up.

Hands were held, and soft touches followed. "September, I want to ask you something. I have been on pins and needles all day."

Samirah searched September's eyes for the answer to a question she had yet to ask.

"Ask me your question, baby, you can ask or tell me anything, my love." September tried to put Samirah at ease.

Samirah took a deep breath. "I know we've only known one another for a short while. Ordinarily, I would wait, but I don't want to go another second without knowing you're mine. I want to see where this goes, and I only want you. I hope you feel the same. I guess what I'm asking is, can I call you my lady?"

September pulled her bottom lip with her teeth and bit it slightly. She felt the same. So, instead of answering with words, she pulled Samirah close and slipped her tongue in between her lips and kissed her slowly. She allowed time and space to stop, and all that mattered in that moment was her and the woman she loved.

The two sat there for a few more moments in silence. Samirah paid the check, and the ladies exited the restaurant the same way they entered.

As the ladies waited for their cars, Samirah pulled September closer. "Let's not end the night. I want to take you dancing."

Twenty minutes later, Samirah had taken September to a quaint little lounge tucked away. September had never been in this type of environment.

The lounge was called Neptune. It was illuminated with black lights throughout. Neptune was a woman's only lounge. All the ladies were given glow-in-the-dark bracelets.

Samirah took September's hand and guided her to the bar. Samirah leaned over the bar to get the bartender's attention. A beautiful chocolate woman turned around and smiled.

"What can I get you two gorgeous queens?"

The bartender smiled, licking her lips, eyeing both Samirah and September with wanting eyes.

Samirah slid behind September and wrapped her arms around her waist. "We'll both take a Neptune Rush."

Samirah rubbed her hands up and down September's stomach, slightly running her fingers across her. September leaned back into Samirah's embrace.

The flirty bartender brought them their drinks, and September took a sip. It was fruity, but September could tell it was dangerous, so she placed it back down and turned around to Samirah.

She pulled Samirah from the bar. "Let's dance, baby."

The ladies floated to the middle of the dance floor. A slow hypnotic melody was playing. They moved slowly, their arms entangled; their bodies grinding together. Samirah rubbed her fingers through September's hair before pulling her closer for a kiss.

The two women kissed and fondled each other as if they were the only two there. Samirah slid her hand under September's dress and in between her legs. Keeping steady eye contact, she placed two fingers deep inside of September and stroked her clit to the tempo that pulsated around them.

September couldn't believe how brazen Samirah was. More than that, she couldn't believe she allowed it. Samirah whispered in her ear. "I'm not going to stop until you cum for me!"

Those words sent her over the edge, and her pussy flooded with her juices that ran down her leg and all over Samirah's fingers."

Samirah smiled at her as she pulled her fingers from September and stuck them in her mouth. "I can't wait to get you out of this dress and make you cum down my throat."

September smiled, "Why do we have to wait until we leave? I want you to taste me now."

Samirah groaned and grabbed September, and led her to the bathroom. Now it was time for September to groan because the toilet wasn't empty.

Samirah seemed to be oblivious to the fact that there were at least four women in the bathroom. She pushed September against the sink and got on her knees. She placed one of September's legs on her shoulder.

September tried to push Samirah away. "Baby, we can't. There are people here."

"Girl! If you don't let that woman get her lick on." Said a random woman.

Before September could protest again, Samirah slid her tongue inside of her. September was trying to balance herself on the sink. The random woman grabbed both her legs and spread them eagle. Another woman pushed September back against the mirror. These nameless strangers left her helpless to do anything but relent.

Samirah pulled September's thong to the side and stuck two fingers deep inside of her as she began to suck on September's clit. She gave constant pressure, never letting up.

She rapidly slid her fingers in and out of September. September was so wet that the sound was echoing off the walls. She couldn't believe what was happening. She was having her pussy eaten on the bathroom sink with no less than four people watching. Two were holding her legs and pushing her back.

All this excitement was making it increasingly difficult for her to remain quiet. September began to moan loudly. The louder she moaned, the faster Samirah moved her fingers and consistently sucked her.

She started begging Samirah. "Baby, please, please, I can't take it! I can't take it!"

Samirah looked up at her. Her lips glistened with September's juices. "Give me what I want then." That was all she said before beginning to lick September's clit over and over.

The pressure was building, and she knew she was about to explode. She screamed Samirah's name as she creamed all over her face. But Samirah didn't stop; she kept licking faster and faster. At this point, September was shaking uncontrollably. She was helpless as her legs were being held, and she was pushed against the mirror.

Samirah slid another finger inside of September, and that's all it took. September squirted all over Samirah, while the stranger held her legs. Samirah got up off her knees and looked at September.

She looked exhausted. Her hair was wet, and her whole body sparkled with sweat.

"You okay, baby?"

"She should be. I know, I would be better than okay." Laughed the stranger who was holding her legs.

September just slumped on the sink. Too tired to be embarrassed; too satisfied to care.

Samirah got some napkins and gently cleaned her lover, and they exited the bathroom like nothing had happened.

The two women stood holding hands outside the lounge. They were in their special little world.

"September! Is that you?"

September turned around to see Ariyah. Ariyah was the daughter of her mother's closest friend, Melody.

September quickly let go of Samirah's hand, putting space between them.

Samirah looked down at this and frowned, but said nothing.

"Hey Ariyah, how have you been?"

Ariyah looked from September to Samirah. "I've been good. What's new with you?"

She motions to Samirah.

"Oh, nothing much, this is my friend Samirah."

Ariyah eyes them both. "Nice to meet you, Samirah. It's crazy running into you outside of Neptune. I would expect to see Sapphire here, but not you. Let me find out you're taking a ride on the dark side."

September looks like she's just seen a ghost. "Oh yeah, just hanging out with my friend Samirah girl."

"Anyway, it was so good running into you again, tell your mom I said hey."

Ariyah says nothing as September and Samirah walk away.

"Shit! Shit! Shit! This is bad! This is so bad!"

Samirah stops walking. "September, what the fuck was that? I'm just your friend. Your friend... for real? Your friend who just had you screaming and squirting all over the bathroom, not even thirty minutes ago."

September throws her hands up to protest. "Samirah, baby, please let me explain."

Samirah just glares at September. "Please tell me, what could you say that would make that shit okay? I just asked you to be with me, and on the same night, you pretend that I'm just your little friend."

"Samirah, please, just listen. Ariyah is the daughter of my mother's best friend. Did you see the way she looked at us? I'm sure she's on the phone with her mother right now. This is bad, Samirah; this is not the way we wanted this to come out."

"Your dad and my mother are about to find out about us if they haven't already."

September's phone rings and her heart stops. She looks at the screen, but it's just her sister Sapphire. She breathes a sigh of relief. She answers, "Hey, Pphire, wh.. wait... what are you talking about?"

Tears run down her face, and September drops her phone.

Samirah picks up the phone. "Hello, Sapphire, it's Samirah. Okay, we're on the way."

September and Samirah arrive at Sapphire's house twenty minutes later. Andre is already there.

"This is not good, ya'll," Andre says as soon as they walk in.

"Okay, Sapphire, tell me how bad it is?" September asks.

"Look! All I know is that Ariyah called her mom and told her that she saw you and Samirah standing outside of a Lesbian club holding hands. Mom called me and asked if you and Samirah were dating? She claimed you told her that you were going out on a date tonight. Then Ariyah sees you with Samirah, and Mom puts two and two together. She figured out that Samirah was your date. It didn't help that you gave her Samirah's name. Now Mr. Desmond knows too."