#opal gilstrap

Nola & Opal

ANTHONY RAMOS SINGING OK. I thought that was his voice during the Clo/Mars sex scene and I was correct. And then his solo performance at the Hot N Trot was just WOWWWW.

All of the black artists, displaying their creativity in different forms of art.

Soooo many beautiful skin colors and body types.

Rosie Perez as Mars’ mother.

The maturity between Nola and her former lovers.

The beautiful portrayal of a wlw domestic relationship.

While on the subject, we have an actual GRAPHIC SEX SCENE between two female characters and it’s passionate, REALISTIC (not included for the pleasure of male viewers) intense, and soft.

Mars has a ways to go, but he’s actually grown up during the time jump between seasons, in terms of respecting Nola and her feelings, her choices.

Women of color, supporting one another’s business ventures, going out for drinks, thriving, living.

FUCK CHRISTOPHER COLUMBUS.

Nola’s platonic, healthy relationship with her ex lovers who also supported her accomplishments with no ulterior motives.

Mars’ supporting Nola’s wlw relationship and queerness, he didn’t try to sexualize it, he didn’t hate on it, he just supported.

Mars’ actual father is MOOKIE!

Fat Joe’s “Winny”, fantastic comic relief, surprisingly tender and genuine with Mekka.

The HISTORY LESSONS. You can truly learn so much from this show.

LuLu and Mars’ sibling dynamic.

The epicness that was the actual filming of Purple People Party.

Once again I just have to talk about the black artists. It took a front seat this season, showing other artists outside of Nola, REAL LIFE ARTISTS, and it was beautiful to see.

Trying my damndest not to finish all of season 2 today! So hard not to do.

Episode 1 thoooooo. First 6 mins ooof!

I wrote some words about Nola and Opal one when they met, one when Nola lost her keys, and one after thanksgiving

Whimpers were being silenced by Opal's mouth. Nola could say she didn't do things like this but that would be a lie. Well spontaneous sex no, but spontaneous sex on an iron gated door, yes. They'd met inside of a plant nursery she stumbled into a few days ago. It wasn't a new spot to Forest Green but, she was usually so wrapped up in chasing bread that she never ventured inside.

Nola didn't mean to stop and smell the roses but everything she saw filled her spirit. She gazed at and grazed petals with the spring sun warming her skin. That was when a smooth deep voice like dripping honey asked her, "Do you need anything?"

When she turned around Nola was staring up at a woman whose hands were covered in dirt and her smile pristine. Suddenly she had become very interested in herbology and growing indoor plants.

Fast forward a warm conversation, some exchanged numbers, and a drink or two. Nola ended up kissing her,  kissing Opal. Quick and short she'd made the move outside of her apartment stoop on her tiptoes. When Opal leaned in for another kiss their height difference caused Nola to lightly grip Opal's shoulders for leverage. While palms ghosted the small of her back before resting there cautiously.

That was nights ago and now her nails were gripping into the little bit of exposed skin of the hips pressed still against her. When the kiss was released Opal whispered shhhh in her ear. How was she supposed to be quiet while standing in this woman’s enclosed seating area dripping against her own thighs with her back pressed into a iron grated fence. Opal had her backed against the darkened corner as hands slid up her legs and across her thighs under the rare short sundress she wore. It was warm out but, Nola had goosebumps up and down her spine.

"Fuck," Nola moaned quietly as fingers grazed her center through the pair of carefully picked out underwear.

"Can I?" Whispered Opal voice low and subtle as she pushed her further into the shadows of night.

Nola nodded adamantly as she attacked Opal's lips. She felt her ruined underwear pushed to the side and one finger slid down across her. Nola tangled her hands into the straightened dark brown falls to take hold of Opal's face. Her breath hitched as a tongue grazed her own. The small movements teasing her body to beg for more. Nola gasped quietly before pulling Opals bottom lip into her mouth nodding for whatever was to come. Opal slowly slipped into her easily and pushed their bodies almost flushed. Finger curled and  dipping rhythmically Nola pulled away from the kiss to bury her head into Opals chest. From the feeling wetness between her thighs and the sound Nola was picking up between her legs her body had been more than ready for this. She felt the hand between them picking up pace and began biting Opal's bottom lip slightly again.

Her voice cracked out a throaty low moan matching Opal's much quieter ones. Staring into dark eyes Nola gasped for air she was so close, but the finger stilled inside her and Opal pulled out of her. She watched as her taste was slipped into Opals mouth via the finger. Opal smiled coquettishly and Nola pulled her lips towards her. She kissed her calculated and open tasting herself on Opal's lips before feeling two extended digits slide into her.

…………..

Back arched against the dark grey sheets Nola bit into the sleeve of the pushed up borrowed shirt. She'd come over just to sleep off the drunken haze after losing her keys. With nowhere to go without turning her back on her cleanse or disrupting her parents she called Opal. They were curled up on the couch for a while, Nola whispering about her first day jitters. She was slightly nervous to teach. Opal listening with a keen ear, nodding and brushing her thumb against Nola's.

They stayed there talking until Nola tucked her face into Opal's neck with her lips leaving light kisses. Opal seemed unbothered, remained collected and suggested they legitimately slept in a bed. Which Nola still intended to do, sleep, but being in the same bed as a super hot gardener wearing her lended shorts and a shirt woke her. Normally she reserved any play for her own bed, but it wouldn't be the first time she broke that rule with or without Opal.

It started with her running her fingers up and down the exposed neck and ear next to her. Opal reacted by nudging her on her side and restraining her with one long arm. That was Opal's mistake not hers. Nola chuckled hearing her bed mate groan when she pushed her hips backward into Opal's. Awake but labored breaths tickled Nola's back but instead of a quiet giggle a quiet moan rolled out.

Opal's hand was gliding over her hip, up her stomach, and cupping her breast. Opal placed a kiss to her ear and warned her she had to be quiet and that this would be quick. Nola understood quiet but quick seemed impossible. Yet with the way her body reacted immediately to Opals touch it wasn't implausible. In little to no time from when she started teasing, Opal had her spine arched and her clawing at the sheets. Her teeth clenched and one hand lost in dark brown hair on the brink of the edge. Everyone always told her be careful what you wish for.

…………………..

Nola passed the bottle of Veuve Clicquot back across the table to Opal. Everytime she did she let her fingers graze over Opal's as they reached for the bottle. It sent shivers up her arms and triggered Opal licking her lips while she smiled at her. It felt like her body moved in slow motion when she invited her inside moments ago. She didn't expect to see Opal at all.

She'd been on thin ice with someone she still wanted to consider at the very least a friend. At the very most someone she felt safe being slightly vulnerable with. Nola averted her eyes from Opal's drinking profile and focused on the tunes of the late great Miles Davis' Kind of Blue.The smell of cocoa butter filled her apartment. The scent wafted from the few open flames she lit around the room.

Nola closed her eyes and sat back in the wooden dining room/kitchen chair. The light flick of a high hat fading out with the mellowed bass and the subtle cracks of the needle dragging along the record as it spun. She smiled faintly with closed eyes she could feel it. Feel the remnants of a rolled truth serum and champagne in her blood and the way she was being undressed visually. Undressed from the dress she was wearing, not entirely. Her character was being examined bit by bit as Opal's eyes traced over her.

Letting her eyes open the reality was that Opal was not staring at her but the pieces of artwork that hung behind her. Opal rested her head on a propped up hand drinking from the gold labeled glass bottle. Her eyes soaking in every painting all the word and getting lost in the energy of the work. Nola's breath was unsteady on her tongue. Watching someone soak in her work was attractive, the true interest with no questions asked, a simple understanding of her art. She leaned in to cross the multi-colored table cloth, Opal's eyes closed as she got closer until her lips pressed against to the older woman;s.

Opal opened her mouth to give Nola access but all she wanted to do was press kisses along soft supple lips. One kiss atop as an apology, one kiss below as a question, and a slow deep kiss to both. A kiss that both women pulled into breathlessly moving in close. Nola pulled back gently, her nose resting against her lovers as horns melded with saxophones in the air. She was waiting for Opal's eyes to open preparing herself for the intensity there.

"Wow." Nola barely whispered. As eyes opened so did a intrigued grin and that honey covered voice hummed in agreement.

Standing up from her chair, Nola, strode over to the light switch feeling eyes locked onto the sway of her hips she slowed her pace. One by one she switched off the lights in the studio apartment. Making her way to the record player she bent down over the shelf holding records like a cat stretching its legs.