Beyoncé
I can't help but stare as Megan cuts her mother's lawn.
She's so fine.
Her beautiful brown skin shines under the sun, glistening with beads of sweat that catch the light like tiny diamonds scattered across her arms and shoulders.
Her short shorts hug her fat ass and reveal her toned, ridiculously long legs.
The fabric of her cropped tank shows off her tiny waist and flat stomach, clinging to her form in a way that highlights her femininity.
Watching her push the mower across the ground is doing something to me.
I don't know how I ever thought I could suppress my sexuality.
I'm gay as fuck.
"You've been looking at her like that since y'all were 14." Mama Holly says coming to the patio with a glass of lemonade for both of us.
Normani trails behind with her own glass and a bottle of water for Megan.
"Like what?" I question after thanking her for the drink.
"Like you want to have sex with her." Normani says.
Mama Holly laughs.
"I do." I chuckle, a little embarrassed.
And I'm going to when we get home.
Megan takes a break and comes over to get the water her sister so graciously passes her.
"What y'all talking about?" She asks downing the bottle.
"How Beyoncé can't keep her eyes off of you." Mama Holly says.
"Can you blame her?" Megan replies cockily.
"Yes." Normani jokes.
"You been hating since the womb." Megan says shaking her head.
"Why would I not hate on the leech that stole my nutrients? Give me my height back." Normani huffs.
"You shoulda fought harder, girl, I don't know what to tell you." Megan shrugs absently twirling a strand of my hair around her finger.
I grab her shirt and pull her down into a light kiss.
"Baby, I'm sweaty." Megan says.
"I don't care." I say kissing her again.
"Y'all can do all that after she finishes my yard." Mama Holly says half joking.
Oh, we will.
--8 hours later--
Megan
Beyoncé is a fucking maniac.
She's clinically freaky and needs to be restrained for my safety.
When we got home I hopped in the shower and when I got out she jumped me.
I even didn't get to dry off or put on lotion.
She literally just bent me over the counter and started eating me off the bone.
Then she dragged me to the bed and started strapping me down like a nigga that just got out of prison.
Like girl relax...
"One more round." She pants when she takes a break to hydrate.
This is why I don't let her top. She greedy.
"We've already gone 5. I can't go again..." I groan.
"Just let me eat it one more time." She says.
"Noooo..." I whine. "I don't have anything left."
She pouts.
I spent my morning mowing grass in the hot ass Texas sun then I came home and got slutted out for hours.
I'm depleted.
Ima get her back.
"Okay. Are you hungry?" She asks passing me a bottle of Gatorade.
"I was hungry before we started. Now I'm starving." I say taking a sip of the drink.
We order delivery because neither of us feel like cooking or driving.
We hop in the shower while we wait on the food and I have to lean on the wall to hold myself up.
She wore me the fuck out.
The doorbell rings just as we finish getting dressed and Bey grabs the door while I plop down on the couch.
"Damn, you pretty." The delivery guy says.
"Thank you." Beyoncé says taking the food bag.
"Can I get your number?"
"I'm gay." She says before closing the door.
She turns around and sees me grinning like a lunatic.
"What?" She questions raising an eyebrow.
"You remember when you couldn't say that out loud?" I ask her.
"You mean the first 17 years of my life?" She chuckles sitting next to me.
"Look how far you've come in the past 3 years." I say. "Actually, look at the past 8 years. 12 year old Beyoncé would be amazed."
"12 year old Beyoncé would have a stroke if she knew she would be marrying a girl." Bey says.
"After she recovered from her stroke she would be amazed." I joke grabbing my food.
"Thank you for sticking with me through all that." She says softly.
I'm sure it's unhealthy but I would have waited for Beyoncé forever if I had to.
"Thank you for working through it. You could have just said fuck it and stayed stuck."
"I couldn't let some other bitch get my girl." She jokes.
"True cause they stay trying to snatch me from you." I joke back.
"I'm not worried about it. The way you were just squirting and screaming my name let me know you ain't going nowhere." She laughs.
She's right but she ain't have to say it out loud.
"Girl, please." I laugh rolling my eyes. "Ima get you back when you least expect it."
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