BI-CURIOUS VOLUME 1: SERENITY
NATALIE WEBER
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