“Amara! Keep going!”

A petite ginger who was red in the face puffed out her cheeks and nodded her head. In between her petite legs was her curvier, energetic girlfriend.

The girl was about to burst, and both of them were beyond tired after going at it for thirty minutes straight. A long week had led up to this, and they were going off of a combined three hours of sleep to work with her.

Still, Amara kept going and continued to grind her crotch against her girlfriend's. The woman's skin was soft and was covered in both of their sweat as she pressed into her.

The sensation sent shivers down her spine, and she felt her toes curl as their lips touched. Her girlfriend gasped, and she let out a yelp as she came.

“Holy hell,” the curvier woman exclaimed as the ginger slowed down with her scissoring motions.

She licked her dry lips and looked down at her partner with worry. “Wait. Nyla, did I go too far?”

Nyla laughed at this, which made the ginger turn even more red from sheer embarrassment. She pouted as their legs unlocked, and she was hit with how tired her body was. It felt like she had run a triathlon instead of simply grinding in her big bed.

Her girlfriend noticed her mood change and sat up to meet her face. The woman's boobs hung right in front of her point of view as she hugged her. Nyla then moved to kiss her on the lips, and Amara felt her heart sing. Immediately, she kissed right back with sloppiness.

“Mmh…babe, you bit me there…” Amara whined as Nyla gnawed on her tongue like a feral beast.

This bold move wasn't out of the ordinary. Her girlfriend tended to act wild in bed, and it's part of what drew the ginger to her. Before, she had been rather closed off and had assumed sex was a pump-and-dump type of deal. It was impossible for her to even get wet.

Only when she met Nyla did she get some answers. The woman asked her what she wanted and what felt good to her. If she was open to fingering or if she would prefer simply using toys when they were intimate. The younger of the two never knew this was a possibility.

The woman found out so much about sex she had never been told about. Nyla opened up her mind to what it truly meant to have an orgasm and how great it was. Amara's needs mattered, and when Nyla had gone too far one time, she immediately stopped and got off her.

This confused the ginger, as she was used to just holding her thoughts in and bottling them up. She always saw herself as a crybaby, so to learn these feelings were normal left her gobsmacked. They had a deep talk about the ins and outs of consent for a week after that night.

“You're so adorable.” Her girlfriend commented, bringing her out of her mental fog with a big smile.

Amara blushed some more and grabbed a nearby blanket to throw over the both of them. An hour later, after a good nap, the two left the bedroom to go on with their day. The ginger saw that their neighbors had left, so it had to be around eight in the morning. This meant she needed to start breakfast.

The couple had developed a routine, and she enjoyed her role in it quite a lot. She would cook breakfast and both their lunches while Nyla made dinner.

This was because she worked at night and Nyla in the afternoons. Then, chores were split depending on the days of the week they did work.

The ginger grabbed a pan and cut some butter slices onto it. She decided toast would be the best choice for now, as Nyla had told her she wasn't that hungry.

Still, she put some water in the microwave to make oatmeal. A bowl would be more than enough for the both of them, and she made sure to add in plenty of sugar.

“How do you feel?” Her girlfriend snuck up behind her and whispered in her ear.

The woman pressed her large chest against his back with a smirk. “I know you have a lot to think about.”

Amara snickered and felt her heart beat in her chest like a drum. The answer to this question wasn't so simple. She had been having the best days of her life with Nyla.

The woman had truly opened her eyes to what it meant to be a queer woman in this day and age. She didn't have to hide in the closet, fearing being loved by others. Her childhood had led her to believe this was the reality of not being heterosexual.

She remembered her mother calling lesbians lost and describing in detail how back in her day, they would get fixed by getting married. Her father wasn't much better, and while they both became more accepting with age, she was still traumatized.

Because at one point in time, they believed a homosexual could be trained to love the opposite sex. That all they needed was to find a simple girl or handsome guy that would banish all those “nasty” gay thoughts forever. It sickened her and scared her for years.

This fear bled into her love life and infected her weakened self-esteem. The ginger was terrified that if she did the wrong thing, her partners would throw her to the wolves.

That they could look into her eyes and see that something was wrong with her. She would go to bed and sleep with tears in her eyes over how much mental turmoil she was in. Those days were brutal, and she was withering away.

So, when they met, she assumed Nyla would just hit it and quit it. Lick her vagina, then abandon her to die and savor her misery. But the giantess was sweet as can be and asked to get to know her first before being sexual.

She noticed that Amara was zoning out when they groped each other on the first date, so she quickly backed off. Immediately, she sat the younger woman down and asked her what was up.

Nyla was clear that she wasn't going to be intimate and rough with her when Amara was in the clouds. It made them both uncomfortable, and it was incredibly unsafe. The ginger broke down into tears at this point; she hadn't expected such kindness.

“I'm doing alright, babe. I told my mother that we won't be at the wedding.” Amara responded as Nyla kissed her neck softly. “I don't want to deal with her mess.”

Nyla hummed and nodded her head. “Do whatever you feel is best. I trust you.” Her words echoed in her head.

Amara's family had met Nyla only once, and it hadn't gone as badly as the woman had expected. They weren't outwardly cruel towards the woman, and her mom even commented that she found Nyla beautiful.

Only after the initial meeting did her extended relatives begin to speak their horrid minds. Then her siblings jumped in the mix.

They acted like Nyla was some uneducated creep who wouldn't fit in with them due to her age and openness. They admitted that she hadn't offended them at the dinner they all attended.

And that they had even been friendly with her for weeks online and offline. It was just them wanting to not be left out of the dogfight.

Amara cut the majority off and told her mother to not be fake towards her girlfriend or else she'd be next. This led to multiple rescinded invitations to family events like barbecues and birthdays.

Eventually, her mother begged her to come to her sister's wedding. She asked for an apology and didn't receive it, so she declined.

The flying monkeys soon swooped in to get her, but she didn't give a fuck. “I won't ever put you in that position again. I'm done with them for good.”

Nyla smiled, and they shared a kiss. It was passionate and reminded the ginger of what she was fighting for. There was no middle ground when it came to her love life and her sexuality.

Being a lesbian couldn't be changed, and she could never lock her truth away again. No matter how much her family protested her new life, she would stay strong and fight for what she deserved.