Chapter 42
NOW: DIANA
“Are you ready?” Maggie asked. “I get to drive, right?”
Diana sat back a little so that she faced her girlfriend with her legs around her waist, mirroring Maggie’s position.
“I think the idea is that we are both driving this thing,” Diana said, slightly breathless and smiling as she watched Maggie take the other side of the dildo that was currently lodged in her and sink it into herself.
“Fuck,” Diana uttered as she watched the purple rubber end disappear inside of Maggie.
Maggie had expressed wanting to explore toys, and Diana was not going to argue with her.
What Diana hadn’t expected was for Maggie to begin by fucking her over her desk with a strap she’d bought off the internet.
After using the strap on Diana, Maggie had gotten more used to the idea of them using one together, realizing that it wasn’t so much the strap itself that had Diana moaning and writhing, but the penetration.
So, Maggie had suggested they try a doublewide one together.
Who was Diana to deny her? Especially when they had to steal their hours together.
Maggie still hadn’t said anything to Maya, which meant Diana hadn’t said anything to Lily, and since Maya and Lily spent ages of time together, with Hanna, on Diana’s property, Maggie wasn’t always keen on shacking up at the orchard.
That was why while Maya was currently on the Blake property, Diana was in Maggie’s bed.
Diana found it both ridiculous and hot to be sneaking around like this.
It reminded her of when they were teens.
“God, the stretch,” Maggie uttered, and began to move her hips, pushing the toy deeper inside of Diana, who in turn moved her hips. They found a rhythm, deliberate and slow, trying to get used to the sensation and the mechanics of sharing a dildo.
Starting off slow was good. Diana looked at Maggie in front of her, on full display.
Her hair pulled back from her shoulders, Diana could see every inch of the woman she loved.
Watching her slowly rock her hips and moan in pleasure was like having a front row seat to her favorite kind of movie.
Diana thought she could stay there forever, freeze time and sit back and watch Maggie fall apart, slowly, piece by piece.
“Fuck, this is so hot,” Maggie said throwing her head back and closing her eyes. Diana let out a grunt of agreement, and then matched the increased intensity of Maggie’s thrusts. They continued, rocking their hips, Maggie lifting her head to lock her eyes onto Diana’s.
“Are you ready for more?” Diana breathed.
Her own pleasure was winding tighter and tighter inside of her, and with the added visual of Maggie and the knowledge that they were sharing something, passing it back and forth between them, from inside Maggie to her and back, was enough to get her right to the edge.
Judging by the slight tremor in one of Maggie’s thighs, she was almost there too.
But Diana knew they wouldn’t come from this alone; they’d bought a second toy to get them there.
“Yeah, but I won’t—fuck, I won’t last long once you—”
“It’s okay, I won’t either,” Diana reassured her as she pulled out the second double sided toy, a vibrator. She turned it on to a low speed and set in between the two of them, so each end was wedged up against them.
“Oh fuck, baby that’s so good,” Maggie cried out and began to move her hips faster.
“Oh my god,” Diana heard herself say, keeping her eyes on Maggie, who she could see was fighting to keep her eyes on Diana. It wouldn’t be long now. Diana maneuvered to increase the vibration, her own gasp mirrored by Maggie.
“Fuck, oh my god I’m, Diana, fuck, tell me I’m yours, this is ours,” Maggie squeaked as she continued to buck her hips, looking desperately, pleadingly at Diana.
Diana felt her brow break out in a sweat as she kept up with the rhythm of Maggie’s hips, the vibration coiling her pleasure tighter and tighter.
“Mine, always mine, forever mine, fuck, ours, ah—” and her orgasm slammed into her, at the same time Maggie threw her head back and her hips jerked, riding her own pleasure.
Diana kept them like that, writhing and coming till it almost became too much and then she shut off the vibrator, pulling out the dildo and collapsing next to Maggie on the bed.
For a moment there was only their heavy breathing.
“Okay, so we are definitely doing that again,” Maggie declared, turning to look at Diana. Diana stared back. Taking Maggie in, the way she did every time, knowing that she almost didn’t have this. Almost didn’t have Maggie.
“Sure thing,” Diana said, and then bent down to kiss Maggie. Maggie kissed her back, soft and sweet, as if she could read exactly what had been going through Diana’s mind.
“You ready for tomorrow?” Diana asked once she’d pulled away.
Tomorrow was Lily’s birthday dinner and also an excuse for all of them to be under one roof without raising suspicion.
If it were anyone else, Diana would never agree to have had this kind of talk with her daughter on her birthday, but if anything, Lily would find the whole thing “epic,” as she would say.
Besides, Diana liked the idea of Maya being there in case she got it all wrong and Lily had an issue with it all.
Diana supposed her daughter might, because she was pretty sure she was at the very least sleeping with Maggie’s daughter, Maya.
Diana didn’t raise that point too much with Maggie because the whole thing was already tenuous.
Besides, Maya was moving to Providence, Rhode Island in a little over two weeks time, and then Diana would have her Maggie back.
She had waited a long time, and her patience was thin given she did sorta have Maggie now.
“Are you sure? It’s Lily’s birthday dinner.”
“Yeah I know, but trust me, that girl will consider this to be an ‘epic’ gift. She loves a little drama.”
Maggie rolled onto her back and stared up at the ceiling.
It was amazing how quickly time had flown and here they were, the peak of summer, finally reaching a point where Maggie had agreed to have the “talk”.
Diana held her breath until Maggie finally said, “Okay, then, let’s do it.
Then I have two weeks with Maya before she leaves. ”
Diana felt her heart leap and she snuggled in close to Maggie, pulling the other woman into her arms. She was about to tease that Maya would likely be sleeping at her house tonight when the doorbell rang. And then rang again. And then again.
“Uh—” Diana started and Maggie sat up and turned to her bewildered.
“No idea,” she said as she got out of bed and grabbed her phone from the dresser across the room. Diana knew it was for the same reason she was grabbing her phone, but after seeing no emergency calls or texts, she assumed it wasn’t Lily or Maya related.
Maggie dipped into her bathroom and then came out in a robe.
It was white and floral and Diana found it oddly sexy, in a very suburban mom way, a kink she wouldn’t have guessed she had.
Maggie made a small gesture with her hand and Diana nodded, watching the other woman disappear out of the bedroom and hearing her steps on the stairs.
She knew there was a matching robe in Maggie’s closet and thought about putting it on so they matched.
She also considered just being naked and trying for a second round, maybe just with the vibrator this time.
The dildo was hot, but in order to get the rhythm and positioning right they couldn’t hold each other, and Diana was all about holding Maggie while she came apart beneath her.
Diana had just decided on throwing on the robe anyway when she heard raised voices coming from downstairs.
She froze for a second, and once she realized the other voice didn’t belong to Maya or Lily, or Hanna, for that matter, she started making her way down the stairs. She knew who that voice belonged to.
“You need to be more concerned about this, Margaret,” Mary Wright, now McAvoy, said as Diana rounded the corner from the stairs that led to the living room where she found Mary and Maggie standing, tension thick in the air.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about Mary,” Maggie was saying as Mary raised her head to look at Diana. She scoffed and let out a hysterical laugh.
“Oh my god of course, Jesus Margaret look at you, no wonder your daughter is running wild.”
“Excuse me,” Maggie said at the same time Diana made a disgusted grunt.
“Look at you, divorced and desperate, and what you two—” Mary gestured between Diana and Maggie as if she could conjure the words she was looking for.
“I want your daughter, well daughters to stay away from my Hanna. They’ve been a distraction to her all summer, she’s barely participated in church events and is keeping late hours.
I expected this from Lily, what with your influence.
” Mary looked at Diana, who raised an eyebrow and tried to soothe the rage growing inside of her.
“But I don’t know, Margaret, I would have thought your daughter would know better, I thought you understood how things needed to be. ”
“How do they need to be, Mary?” Diana said, finding herself unable to hold her tongue anymore.
“Oh please, just because your daughter so proudly flaunts her ‘gayness’,” the woman actually used air quotes, “and wears it like a badge of honor, doesn’t mean the world isn’t still hard out there. You may not understand Diana, sure your daughter is gay but she’s white. Our daughters—”
“My daughter has handled everything the world has thrown at her so far. And where the fuck do you get off coming to my house and what? Demanding I keep our adult children apart?” Maggie said, color rising in her cheeks, and Diana could see a fierceness in Maggie she rarely got to witness.
Mary did have a point, Maya identified as Black, as the world saw her, and Hanna was an adoptee and Chinese-American.
Diana couldn’t deny that adding a queer identity on top of Maya’s Blackness and gender identity hadn’t made things harder for her, as with Hanna.
Maggie had shared with her too, that she had been shamefully relieved that Maya being pan meant she could still fall in love with and marry a man.
But Diana knew these were not things that Maggie didn’t understand.
“Oh grow up Margaret, you know what life is, what the real world is like. Things have gone too far, now the government is involved, placing restrictions on queer life left and right. You really want that potentially for your daughter? And you call yourself a mother?”
“That’s enough!” Diana said before Mary could go on. She was seconds away from slapping the other woman, blood rushed through her as her heart beat out of control.
But Maggie had gone silent, and the fierceness that Diana had witnessed briefly in Maggie went out.
Diana’s stomach flipped at that. Maggie had come a long way, a very long way, but Diana also knew that the way Maggie had been living for the better part of a year didn’t compare to how she’d been living the majority of her adult life.
Mary, seemingly knowing she’d gotten under Maggie’s skin, looked at Diana, who realized she’d moved in front of Maggie, as if trying to shield her from whatever Mary was going to tell her next.
“You know how we got here Margaret, you know what we sacrificed? And look at where we are. Regina Matthews,” Mary said quietly, and Diana heard genuine pain in the other woman’s voice.
“You saw the world chew her up and spit her out. No one ever heard from her again. She could be dead for all we know. She was someone’s daughter too. ”
Maggie froze, and Diana watched in real time as all the fear Maggie had been working to expel from her being seemed to seep back in.
“What is your point here, Mary, did Hanna do something?”
Mary turned her eyes onto Diana, swallowed and said, “I just know the influence Lily may have on her. And on Maya,” she said looking back at Maggie. “They both have bright futures, and I don’t want them to get confused or get ideas that aren’t going to do them any favors.”