Poverty stricken communities lined her vision, she nearly grimaced as the graffiti bricked wall reminded her of where she had been. Her fingers gripped the leather wheel as the difference in the road was felt. Exiting on the right side of the interstate, she swallowed her nerves and anger so she could continue to her real home. Nothing good came from the projects, and after the blood-hungry streets had cost her too many broken hearts and funerals, she promised to never go back.

But that didn’t mean she had ever truly left her past in the past. She could never forget where she came from and she was reminded by that most of the time she entered the threshold of her high rise.

Whether that reminder was her favorite woman or her favorite and only brother.

It had been a hefty journey from rags to riches; angst, degradation, hardship, but most importantly—eminence. Power over her entire life. She had been born humbled, knowing what it was to have without for periods of time and having to live in survival mode 24/7. So every night she made it home to her little brother and girlfriend, she knew it would never be a time in life that she would ever return to that cold community.

Being all the family she and her brother had, she vowed to be the best big sister she could ever be to him.

Snapping from her not-so-pleasant daydream, she punched the code in on the private garage’s touchpad. Granting her access, she pulled her 2017 Range Rover into the garage’s first floor of spots, taking the first lined spot to her left.

She backed into the parking spot and sat for a minute, clearing her thoughts of a scenery she had to be reminded of on Friday night routes due to her hatred of traffic.

Sighing lowly, she grabbed her work bag and fastened her coat around her scrubs that sat on her slim thick body appropriately appealing. Her girlfriend hated and loved it, she laughed thinking of the animalistic stares her lady would give her before she left for her work day.

“You come in here smiling and shit, looking good and shit,” her lady whistled as soon as her card tapped the door’s lock. She kicked her clogs off immediately, basking in the sweet, homey aroma that greeted her. She smiled, nearly burning her cheeks from how hot her face ran with blush. Her work bag was taken from her shoulder just as she locked the front door, she prepared to be babied like always.

She would consider her woman to be the most attractive woman in the world, and it was never a regret being beneath her fingertips.

Her woman?

Oh, her woman was just three inches taller than her, a shade or two darker than her, and the youngest cougar to exists.

“I told you bout callin’ me that shit,” her woman would seductively threaten her with an aggressive slap to her ass. That was an inside joke they shared; how smooth and wise her woman was despite her being the younger one in the relationship.

She smiled at the thought and welcomed her heart into her arms. She sighed, relaxing every tense muscle for the first time since they last hugged.

“I missed you all day, boo.” Her woman whispered into her neck that was ridden of now dried, work perspiration. She winced, shying away from her woman’s attack just to be gently pulled back.

“I gotta shower, baby,” she said, starting to feel herself become aroused as her woman showed her body love with gropes and touches.

“No you don’t,” her woman promised, softening her voice, pulling the scrub clad woman to her body.

“Mhmmhmm,” the registered nurse deflected, still wrapping her now free arms around her woman’s neck as her neck was being kissed and softly bitten.

“I love it when it’s straight off the clock,” her woman said, gripping her ass with her hands, feeling herself become aroused also. The nurse chuckled at how curt her woman was unapologetically. She bit her lip and genuinely considered it—that’s how good her woman was to her. Any desire she had, she was willing to fulfill, that’s how rooted in love they were.

“Girl, Junior will be home in the next hour,” she said, knowing their sessions lasted longer than a few.

“I ain’t been a girl in 20 years,” her woman sassed, slapping her ass immediately after. She hissed as her neck was bitten and was told, “returning the gift I received last night and June won’t be back til later.”

“Take me to bed then, baby.”

Her woman did not waste time carrying their nearly interlocked bodies to their bedroom, closing and locking the door after entering. She pulled away from the hungry, passionate woman, biting her lip as her thumbs hooked into her work scrubs to pull all clothes off of her lower body.

“Put that pussy on display for me,” her woman demanded, looking her in her eyes as she took her mid-back length locs and placed them in a ponytail to the back.

She listened, opening up her wet slit. Her woman nodded, grabbing her legs to pull her towards the end of their bed. “I love your scent,” her woman praised, basking in the womanly musk that was chemically appealing to her.

“Thank you, baby,” she closed her eyes feeling her clit being suckled upon. Her walls closed and opened, causing her sweet essence to flow down to her ass.

“Dripping already baby?” Her woman teased, placing two fingers inside of her dripping center without warning. Squeezing her fingers with pleasure, the woman whined and moaned as her clit and internal spot were being equally stimulated.

It had only been three minutes before she felt that tingling sensation creep up her tiger stripes and enter the pit of her stomach. “I’m gon-I’m gonna cum, baby. Please, make me cum.”

“Go ‘head,” she encouraged, widening her tongue to slowly lap around her entire pussy, touching every internal and external nerve ending.

“I’m cumming,” she nearly screamed, grabbing her woman’s face to ride up and down on her tongue. She was a mess, squirming and cumming, not wanting her woman to her leave from her spot.