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BI-CURIOUS VOLUME 1: SERENITY
BI-CURIOUS VOLUME 1: SERENITY
NATALIE WEBER
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Contents
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Epilogue
Prologue
Serenity’s tears flowed down her cheeks, and she couldn’t stop her legs from quivering as she was in clear view of the camcorder. She sat in a wooden chair positioned perfectly centered with the camera’s lens. Her disheveled hair covered the right side of her face making this beautiful young woman look like a tortured soul in distress. She couldn’t believe the words that were about to come out of her mouth, but it was something that she had to do. She looked at the solid red light on top of the camera, indicating that it was recording, and took a couple of deep breaths before she began to speak. Trembling, she wiped the blood dripping from her nose before she spoke to the camera.
“I have been through so much this last year, and I am at the end of my rope. I saw the love of my life die…because of me,” Serenity cried. “I killed Rock!” She began to weep harder.
Serenity tried to regain her composure. She gripped her head tightly and began to hyperventilate as she thought about what was about to come out of her mouth. She looked over at the stand to the right of her and picked up the small syringe filled with a lethal substance. Snot and tears continued to flow as she shook her head, trying to convince herself not to go through with the plan. Then her trembling fingers picked up the syringe and placed it to her arm as she stared into the camera. Serenity began to wonder how she had put herself in the position she was currently in. Holding the needle to her arm, she whispered to the camera one last time.
“I don’t want to live anymore.”
Students gathered around in front of the big JumboTron that sat in the middle of the college campus in complete shock and stunned silence. They were witnessing their fellow classmate confessing to a murder in front of the whole campus. It was noon, the usual time when many of the students gathered for lunch at the central campus. All of the students were totally devastated as they watched. Most of them thought it was a prank, but it was far more serious than they could ever imagine. Just before Serenity could push the poison filled the needle into her arm, the screen went blank, leaving everyone speechless.
Chapter One
One year earlier
“Oh, right there, ma,” the girl said, grinding her hips into Carla’s face. Carla’s eyes were closed, and her hands were gripping her lover’s plump buttocks as she licked her sweet flower. The girl’s legs were straight up in the air and spread wide apart. Serenity couldn’t help but watch through the crack of the door that gave her a wonderful voyeuristic view.
She entered the house about ten minutes earlier and heard moaning coming from the back room. It was her older sister, Carla, who was so busy serving her lover that she didn’t hear Serenity enter. Serenity was not a lesbian, but there was something inside of her urging her to see how they got down. She had been watching her sister and her lover since she walked in and couldn’t pull herself away from peeking behind the bedroom door. She watched Carla grinding her midsection into the bed while she gave her lover oral pleasure. Serenity didn’t want to admit it, but it was a beautiful sight—to see two women show their sexual desire for each other.
The girl and Carla switched positions. Now Carla was on her back with a face full of plump, succulent breasts and erect nipples. The girl rode Carla’s pussy as if it was a man’s hard pipe—with precision and seductive rhythm. Serenity couldn’t help notice the beautiful, colored tattooed butterfly on the girl’s ass. It was flawless, and her movement formed a wave motion. Carla held both of her lover’s breasts together and licked on her nipples. As her tongue caressed the nipples, her lover moved closer to her climax.
Serenity’s love box began to pulsate, noticing how well they knew how to please each other in the most intimate of ways. Men have the tendency of being overly aggressive and sometimes move too fast. But women have the preciseness of a surgeon and a connection on an emotional level most men could care less about, she thought. She was brought back to reality by the loud moans from the lovers as they reached their climax. It made Serenity hot and curious to find out—if her love box could withstand the pressure. By now her clit was thumping wildly. She quickly turned her head and silently walked away from the door.
What the fuck! I’m not gay, she thought. She tried to erase the images out of her head. She walked to the front door, opened it, and slammed it back closed to let her sister know she was in the house. Then she walked into the living room, plopped down on the sofa, and turned on the TV. About fifteen minutes later, Carla walked in wearing her robe.
“Hey, sis,” she said as she walked to the kitchen.
“What’s up, Carla?” Serenity asked as she browsed her DVR list.
Carla returned to the living room with a bottle of water and sat down on the sofa across from Serenity.
“My baby sister is all grown-up now. How does it feel to be finished with school?”
“It feels good, I guess,” Serenity said, still thinking about Carla’s “friend” who waited for her in the back.
Serenity had gotten used to seeing a lot of girls come in and out of her sister’s life. Carla is what you called a “stud.” A “stud” in the lesbian world was the dominant person in a girl-on-girl relationship and usually dressed masculine. She had short hair, hazel eyes, a light complexion, and she wore two diamond earrings on her right ear. She dressed in designer jeans, a T-shirt, and a pair of the latest kicks out. Serenity wondered why Carla dressed like a guy when she was so stunning whenever she dressed as a female.
Carla was financially responsible for Serenity. Carla was a “hustler.” She moved cocaine throughout the Midwest. She had the purest cocaine around, which came from her D.C. connect. Serenity knew exactly what her sister did to get money, but she never said a word about it. She figured the less she knew, the better.
“Momma would be so proud of you,” Carla said, moving next to Serenity and putting her arm around her.
Serenity smiled, thinking about how her big sister had been her sole provider and protector since their mother died of cancer years earlier. Their father was sent to the state penitentiary for a life sentence on a murder charge just before she turned two years old. Carla had always looked out for her baby sister. She had always liked girls, but she didn’t come out of the closet until their mother died. That’s when she finally cut her hair off and lived the lifestyle she wanted to. She had swagger and the looks that drew every lesbian after her within the city of Chicago, and, at times, beyond the city limits.
Although Carla and Serenity were on opposite ends of the spectrum, their bond was something no one could ever break.
“Yeah, she would be proud. And she would be really proud of you. You know that, right?” Serenity asked. She looked at her sister and smiled.
“Yeah, I know, but you are the first to go to college. The few classes I took don’t count. You’re getting that paper, that degree. Ain’t no way you gonna be in these streets like me. Let’s be for real. You’ll be an adult soon. You know what I do to get this cash. So let’s not avoid the fucking pink elephant in the room. What’s on your mind?” Carla questioned, seriously.
“Well, you sure you wanna bring this up now?” Serenity thoughtfully reminded her about her intimate friend back in the room.
“What? You talking about that bitch back in the room?” Carla said harshly.
“Damn, why you always gotta get all hype?” Serenity asked, cautioning her sister about her temper.
“Okay, I didn’t mean to get loud, but I am trying to let you know that you can do a whole lot of things that I never could do. You hear me, this is some real talk.”
“I know. Well, I was thinking of getting a job while I’m at school to help you out,” Serenity spoke in a soft voice.
“No, no, no!” Carla said with annoyance, and then took a deep breath. “Look, I don’t mean it like that. Don’t worry, I got you. Whichever school you pick, it’s covered,” Carla promised, giggling.
“What’s so funny?” Serenity asked, trying to hold on to a straight face.
“Nah, it’s just that whatever school you pick—” Carla said, then burst into a high-pitched laugh at the thought of the position she would soon be in. “Serenity, can you imagine the looks that I’ll receive when I pay the school.”
“Yeah, I can only picture those faces. Hey, come to think about it, that’s gonna be good for me too. I can probably get a little prestige at school with money behind me,” Serenity said in her snottiest of attitudes, and they both busted out into laughter.
“Yeah, I hear you, sis. Just don’t get a bigger head, but seriously, have you gotten any letters back from those colleges you applied to?” Carla asked.
“Yeah, I got a few of them back. Howard University, Central State, VSU, and NYU accepted me, but…I think…I’m going to go to the smaller private school out in D.C.
“Oh, really…So I guess my feelings are right. You going to follow that nigga of yours, ain’t ya?” she asked referring to Serenity’s boyfriend who already attended the small private college.
“Maybe,” Serenity said with a grin, walking to the bathroom to take a shower. Her sister followed her. “I’m going out with Rock tonight. I probably won’t be back ’til late, okay?” Serenity said, leaning against the opened door. “We can talk more about it later.”
“Yeah, a’ight, that’s cool. I got company anyway. So, it’s whatever floats your boat. I’m ’bout to chef something up for dinner. I done worked up an appetite,” Carla said and rubbed on her stomach, then walked away from Serenity toward the kitchen.
Carla hated the fact that Serenity was with Rock. She heard about him doing some deals with her connect in D.C., and now he’s running a high-end weed service. He was fucking some dyke chick before he started to go to school there. Ever since Carla found that out, she couldn’t stand him. She wanted him hurt, so she got some of her people to beat him up every time he came around Serenity. Whether he came to see her at her school, at the mall, in the park—wherever he went and Serenity was around, he was going to catch a beat down. Carla just wanted him to leave her sister alone. She thought it would work, but she didn’t count on him not giving up. After five weeks of beatings, Carla gave up on trying to separate them.
Carla knew that Serenity and Rock had been sneaking around for a little more than a year, but hadn’t realized how strong their feelings were for each other until he refused to stop seeing Serenity. She would hear her sister cry after every beating Rock received. Serenity pleaded with Carla to leave him alone. Carla didn’t want him to come between the only family she had. Finally, she called the “on-sight beatings” off and let them be. And even after all that, to this day, she and Rock still hadn’t spoken more than a few words to each other.
Carla tried to clue Serenity in on how Rock was really getting down, but her sister refused to listen.
Now that she learned Serenity was going to the same college as Rock, she was not happy. Carla wanted to know even more about how much paper he had, his drug-hustling status, and how hot and heavy he was with any other females.
Serenity stepped into her room wrapped in a white towel and sat at her vanity mirror. She looked into her sea-green eyes and said to herself, “Why don’t you just ask your sister about it?” She quickly stood and went to her closet to pick out her outfit for the night. It needs to be something new, she thought. Before she opened her closet door, she caught a glimpse of herself in the full-length mirror. As she stood there, she dropped her towel and stared at her naked body. Can I really be gay? Do I really want to find out what another woman’s touch is like? How can I find out without Rock being involved? The thoughts tumbled in her mind.
Her striking eyes complemented her light complexion. Slowly, she placed her hands on her breasts and admired their firmness. Her nipples began to stiffen. She lightly circled her fingertips around them, then slowly moved one of her hands against her flat stomach and closed her eyes as she pretended another woman was exploring her body. Soon, her fingers wandered south to her clit. Now she opened her eyes and watched herself stroke her clit with the lightest touch of her fingertip. She continued to tease herself as she pinched her nipples. Before long, she began to feel her juices trickling down between her legs. Caught in the moment, she allowed her fingertip to gently rub against her wet opening; then she returned to toy with her clit.
Serenity’s mind was filled with images of beautiful, naked women with their hands all over her—touching her, wanting her, and tantalizing her with their tongues. Why is it so hard for my man to do it? she wondered. She snapped out of her spontaneous foreplay, grabbed her towel, wrapped it around her now lustful, aching body, and opened her closet door. She needed to suppress this conflict within herself.
Serenity searched her closet for the shopping bags her sister gave her the other day. She found the Gucci bag. It had a drop-dead, short, black skirt that would make anyone look like a deer in headlights. There was also a gorgeous, popping blue-colored blouse to go with it—not to mention the neckline that plunged damn near to her belly button. She would have to wear her four-inch black stiletto heels from Ferragamo. She immediately rushed back to the bathroom to shower again.
Serenity quickly began her routine: she would put on her favorite CD for that week, rub her Shea Butter lotion on her body, then do her hair, get dressed, apply makeup, and splash on Chanel No. 5 to finish—on those very special spots. She believed tonight would be an unforgettable night.
Serenity walked into the kitchen to get her sister’s approval of her outfit. “Hey, what you think?”
“Serenity, what you tryin’ to do? You know exactly what he’s going to want dressed like that, girl,” Carla blurted out.
“What you trying to say?” Serenity asked with a hint of attitude.
“Nah, it’s not even like that! I mean, you look like the shit, girl! Ain’t nobody fucking with you on your looks. Damn, I know how to pick an outfit! I should of kept that for one of my girls,” Carla replied finishing up dinner.
“What you talking ’bout sis? Surprised that I actually listened to you on how to get everyone, including the same sex, to look when I step into a room?” Serenity laughed. Her cell phone vibrated in her hand; it was her boyfriend, Rock.
He had promised her he would take her out to a dinner and a nightclub to celebrate her graduation. His summer break had already begun from school, so he was at home for the past couple of weeks, spending every day with her.
Serenity put up her finger to signal to her sister to be quiet. Her face lit up instantly once she answered the phone.
“Hey, ma,” Rock said before she could even say a word.
“Hey, baby. I missed you,” she said walking toward the window. She looked out the window of the two-story house and saw his black Porsche Cayenne SUV with those twenty-two’s sparkling like diamonds parked in front of her house.
“I missed you too, girl. Now come on out and don’t keep me waiting. I want to see your sexy ass,” Rock said just before he flipped his phone down.
Serenity hurried into the bathroom and checked her hair and makeup. Just as quickly as she did that, she was already heading for the door. “Be back later tonight, sis! Enjoy your dinner. It looks good,” she said as she sprinted past Carla and closed the door. Serenity couldn’t wait to start her celebration with her man.
Rock put his phone away. He took his last pull of the blunt and dumped it in the ashtray. He couldn’t wait for Serenity to start college. He knew all the key players there and knew if his plans went right, his wildest fantasies would be fulfilled.
Serenity opened the door to Rock’s SUV and was greeted with a smile and the strong scent of weed. By the looks of his red eyes, she could tell Rock just finished smoking a blunt. His thick eyebrows, chocolate-toned skin, and juicy lips looked better than ever to her.
Rock had been her man ever since freshman year of high school. He was in love with her. He was two years her senior and was the one who took her virginity. She had no other experiences with any other man. He explored her body and taught her everything she knew about sex and her sensuality.
“Hey, ma,” he said as he leaned over to kiss her.
Serenity smiled back and kissed him, then got comfortable in his butter-soft leather seat. “Hey, baby…Where we going tonight?” she asked, moving her hand up her leg enticingly until she reached her panties.
“Wow, baby girl, my dick is hard,” Rock said trying to adjust his now-erect penis in his pants. “We might have to x that dinner and shit and go directly to the hotel, ya hear?” Rock quickly turned into traffic.
