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Here is the conclusion of V&E’s story. It picks up just after Chapter 11, but please excuse the earlier chapter numbering was a bit wonky due to my own fault when I first started (I never intended to get this far!). This will be the last installment for a while, as much as I cherish my fictional couple. However, I would like to write a prequel of Vivian’s life, when she first came to the America and before she met Elly. It will be quite a bit to chew off, but I’m nothing if not a glutton for punishment. Thank you again for reading, and for making me never regret the lack of sleep when I receive your feedback.
To answer the question: can I skip the previous chapters and jump right into this one? Sure, you could. I have included a little exposition for those new to the series, and make references to some past events. Just remember that the reward is in the journey, not just the destination.
All characters are over the age of 18.
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Summertime in Manhattan isn’t very enjoyable. Or at least Elly didn’t think it was. Not when you were trapped in the stifling heat of the underground subway surrounded by layers of sweaty, smelly bodies. Except this summer, it wasn’t so bad. The oppressive heat of the concrete landscape, the crowded trains and the lack of bodily hygiene- all seemed less annoying when Elly came home to Vivian. Her five-foot ten goddess of a girlfriend with latte colored skin and a face like a painting. The goddess who had taken Elly’s life of resigned unhappiness in a joyless marriage and transformed it into the daily pleasure of being loved utterly and completely. And sometimes there was pain, but a delicious kind of pain that Elly had never known she would enjoy until she’d met someone like Vivian.
Their spring romance had come full bloom after Elly had moved into Vivian’s palatial condo, creating the household of shared tasks- cooking, laundry, a little cleaning (Vivian had a cleaning service come by once a week, and Elly still had to remind herself not to leave her underwear or anything else unmentionable on the bedroom floor), and occasionally entertaining friends. The most important task of servicing her mistress whenever Vivian demanded it, was just another one of Elly’s joys in a world so often full of tedium.
She was still working at the catering gig, but had convinced her boss to let her cut back her hours to just Saturday and Sunday nights, giving her Friday nights off to study. In actuality, it was to spend more time with Vivian. Her class got over by 4:00 pm, but Elly wanted at least one night to enjoy when she didn’t have to work and Vivian didn’t have to get up early the next day for a shoot.
The community college was offering a limited number of classes on campus for the summer, usually just an assortment of the most in-demand courses, and that meant one more math class Elly could check off from her list of prerequisites. Vivian had offered to pay for Town Car services to take her to school, but Elly didn’t think she’d win over any of her classmates being dropped off at campus in the downscaled version of a personal limo.
She’d been relieved to see that Gabe was in her class again, the anxious just-out-of-highschool male counterpart to her anxious female counterpart. Before spring term had finished, Elly had dropped the bomb on the day they took their final exam that she was not single by casually bringing up her girlfriend would be picking her up to celebrate once class was over. Gabe had nodded with a tinge of pink on his brown cheeks, but quickly stated, “That’s cool.” She felt a little cruel afterwards, and then ridiculous. He never seemed to be fully interested in Elly, just slightly enthralled to have the attention and companionship of the opposite sex.
The first few weeks of class passed without incident, Elly not speaking more than a few words to any of her classmates other than Gabe. It wasn’t until their first test that Elly even remembered anyone else’s name.
Their teacher, a stern woman with short gray hair and a short clipped voice, impatiently told them they had 45 minutes to finish the exam, and once they were done, they were free to leave early for a change.
“Please put your cell phones on silent and put them away. And DO NOT let me catch you on it. I don’t care if you’re texting the president, any use of it will garner an automatic fail on the test,” she warned with a frosty look as she handed out the test.
“Yes mam,” Elly muttered under her breath, garnering a quiet chuckle from the guy sitting a row in front of her.
There were no assigned seats, but it was always interesting how people settled into a routine of being in the same spot after a few days of class. Elly had planted herself in the last row, just a few spots from the end. Gabe sat beside her on the right, and the two seats to the left of Elly remained empty. There was another man in the row in front of her and just to the left of her seat. Initially, the seat he’d picked was farther Bostancı travesti away when he- and the rest of the class- discovered the strong scent of B.O. from the girl at the end of the row he sat in. He moved over a few more seats to understandably get farther away from her, and placed himself closer to Elly. Being in the row in front of them, he always had to pass the papers back to Elly and Gabe, or pass her papers up front.
It was the day of their first exam when he turned and silently stretched out to hand off the stapled paper test to Elly.
“Thanks,” she said quietly with unintended sarcasm as she accepted the tests.
“You don’t have to take it,” the man replied from beneath the little felt pork-pie hat he always wore. “I’m just moving the merchandise.”
“I wish,” Elly sighed, “but I think my grade has something to do with it.”
“Mine too,” Gabe whispered as he leaned over to take his test from Elly.
“Probably,” he shrugged with a tilt of his head and a smirk on his round face. “Standardized testing is overrated.”
Elly chuckled quietly, just as their teacher loudly shushed them into silence.
“Good luck,” he whispered just before turning back around.
The analog clock on the wall loudly ticked away the minutes that seemed to fly by while Elly eked out an answer at time. Gabe sighed and grumbled to himself almost as much as she did, clearly going at the same pace when they got to the last- and hardest question. Their pork-pie hat classmate was calm and collected, even mindlessly whistling at one point when he was shushed by another classmate. Elly scribbled and then erased furiously, then scribbled again. She was trying to remember the correct equation to solve the component of x when y meant this and nobody gives a shit but this bitchy lady in this stuffy, smelly fucking classroom.
She guessed her best guess and smacked her pencil down on her desk. “Fuck it.”
Her teacher immediately turned her head up and glared at Elly.
“No talking!”
Elly glared back as she trotted down the aisle between the aging wood desks and handed in her paper. She was walking back to her desk when the pork-pie neighbor glanced up from his test. Crossing her eyes with a comical look that her brain was ready to explode, he nearly snickered back as Elly walked past.
She quickly packed up her binder and course book, leaving Gabe with an apologetic smile while he and the rest of the class continued to work on the scholastic torture, still hunched over their tests. It didn’t hit Elly that she was the first one to finish until she was standing out in the hallway, coming to a stop as she realized this fact with a sudden panic.
She was still standing there, stunned, when the pork-pie neighbor opened the door and walked up behind her.
“How do you think you did?” came his amused voice.
Elly spun around to face him. He looked to be a little older than her, maybe early 30’s, with a round face that seemed to perennially hold a good-natured smile. Their heavy-lidded eyes added to the affable look, their short blond hair just barely peeking out from under the brim of the gray felt hat. The outfit was a very styled ensemble of a pin-striped vest layered over a black t-shirt paired with baggy black cargo pants fastened with an elaborate chain belt, all of it matching up with the old-fashioned hat. And it wasn’t until they were staring at each other face to face for the first time that Elly realized that he, might actually be a she.
“Uh, either flunked it or aced it,” Elly answered with an exhale.
“You got done first,” he/she encouraged with a nod.
“I don’t know if that’s a good sign. I could have just as easily been the big dummy circling ‘C’ for each answer,” she snarked.
“Then we both flunked because I finished right after you,” he/she replied in a voice that was somewhat higher pitched for a man, but not too low for a woman.
“Or maybe you aced it,” she countered, “and I should’ve been cheating off your answers.”
He/she chuckled with a deeper ‘ha-ha’ that shook their broad shoulders. They were only a few inches taller than Elly, with a stocky frame that gave few clues other than their soft, smooth face was hints of feminine, but their mannerisms and cockiness felt very male.
“I don’t know if I’m the right person to cheat off, but you could try. I’ve mostly got alot of useless trivia tucked up here,” they said with a tap to their hat. “Good for Jeopardy and that’s about it.”
“At least you can win money on Jeopardy,” Elly quipped, not meaning to keep chatting but also feeling the need to stick around to see how Gabe fared on the excruciating test.
“True. I’m Reese by the way.” They didn’t offer to shake, but instead raised their hand in a quick wave, revealing a heavily tattooed lower arm circled with a chunky leather watch.
“I’m Elly,” she replied with a wave back.
“Not Eleanor?” they teased.
“Nope. Only my mom calls Bostancı travestileri me that. And only if I’m in trouble,” she replied, getting another chuckle from Reese.
Just then, the door to the classroom opened and Gabe’s fluffy hair came to a bouncing stop beside Reese, staring between them and Elly. “Who’s in trouble?”
“Me,” Elly quipped.
“Probably me,” Reese offered, “I still think you’ve got the winning test.”
“She usually does. She aced the final in our last class,” Gabe revealed.
“No, I got 86%,” she countered.
“Ok, so almost an A. Closer than my 74%,” Gabe grumbled with a shake of his afro.
“You beat both of me then,” Reese joked with another easy smile. “I’ll see you sports fans next week.”
Gabe pushed his chunky glasses up, assessing Reese as they walked away. “I think he’s smarter than he thinks. And smarter than us.”
“I think you’re smarter than you think,” Elly said. “You just get nervous taking tests.”
He gave her a bashful shrug, tugging his backpack over his shoulder. “Everything makes me nervous.”
****
After that day, Elly and Gabe’s classroom friendship now included Reese. They studied together before their weekly quizzes, Elly meeting up with them at school, and commiserated after each test. Elly’s academic embarrassment had lessened significantly when she found out other people felt just as stupid as she did when they didn’t get the answer on their first try. Their threesome also quickly bonded over their cranky teacher, garnering pointed glares from her when they whispered some sarcastic retort under their breath. Reese was more defiant than Elly would have been, but she’d noticed that her teacher didn’t seem to like him/her, either. She often ignored Reese if they volunteered to answer a question in class, or selected them only if no one else raised their hand. Elly felt like she could see their teacher look at Reese with subtle disdain whenever they walked into the classroom, and one day, she made her opinion perfectly clear when she was handing back their quizzes.
“Ms. Cuccillo?” she announced in a taciturn voice that drew out the ‘Miss’ sound in an exaggerated way as she stepped up to Reese’s desk.
Reese’s head whipped around from chatting with Elly, and faced the teacher holding out her test.
“Good job, Teresa,” she stated as she passed off the test to Reese, a nasty smile on her face.
Elly could see Reese bristle, their face tightening into a glare as the teacher walked away. They knew the teacher wanted to announce it for all to hear, to make it plain as day, just in case anyone else was confused.
The teacher started talking to the class, going over the problems on the quiz that had been missed, but Elly wasn’t really listening anymore. The voice droned on as she kept watching Reese, seeing how calm they were, their face now revealing nothing. When the time came to leave class, Elly resisted the temptation to say a few colorful obscenities to their teacher and instead followed Reese out of the building.
She walked behind them and waited to say anything until they were out in the little open courtyard just behind the school, the designated meeting place they now used for their study sessions before class, and in this case, to complain about it afterwards. Elly could hear Gabe shuffling behind her, but was purposefully trying to get ahead of him so she could catch Reese first.
“Hey Reese,” she called out, trying to keep her voice low but still be heard by them.
Reese swung around with a bob of their signature hat, a characteristic flourish when they stopped still and faced Elly, their hands casually tucked into their pockets. When they faced her, Elly didn’t really know what to say other than the obvious.
“I’m sorry about… that was really…,” she sputtered, trying to find the words, “… she’s just a stupid old bitch.”
Reese’s perma-smirk was still there, chuckling at Elly. “I’m used to it.”
“Still, it just pissed me off,” Elly growled. “She has no right.”
“Eh, it is my name,” they shrugged, “so yeah, she can. But it’s a game. I get it at bars when I get carded, the occasional DMV worker who I confuse. I call it the shock and awe effect.”
Elly’s pulse was slowing down, her anger dissolving when Reese kept their jovial little smirk, joking about this like they always did about everything else.
“Yeah, but why does she care? What the fuck is it to her… or anyone else?” she said, her question drifting out when Gabe joined the conversation, stopping beside Elly.
“Oh, why not? She was confused, even with the roll call sheet,” they quipped.
“She can’t even say my name, and it’s Ramirez,” Gabe offered with his wheezy chuckle.
Reese’s smirk softened. “Really, I think she did it for your benefit, Ell. Just in case I was making a move.”
Their eyes stayed on Elly until it registered what they’d meant.
“That’s frickin ridiculous,” she blurted Travesti bostancı in her most unintentional Bronx way, “And she should know that I have a girlfriend, so joke’s on her.”
Reese quickly concealed an instant of surprise in their eyes, then cracked a grin. “Nobody says you can’t have a girlfriend and a not-a-boy boyfriend.”
Elly smiled at them, feeling a lump in her throat, overwhelmed by Reese’s resilience, when Gabe thankfully swooped in with a weak tug on her arm.
“Hey, I was here first, so you get to be her second boyfriend,” he teased with his goofy smile.
Reese nodded with a playful smile. “Then we’d really make Mrs. Manson’s day. A threesome.”
Going home, Elly was still bristling from hostility, still wanting to tell off their teacher and anyone else who had an opinion about someone like Reese, and someone like her. She knew why it bothered her so much- she’d already been feeling paranoid about showing herself to the world as gay. She had the luxury of hiding whenever she was anywhere by herself. And it made her feel guilty, like she was sneaking around straight instead of being out.
Only recently had she begun to feel more comfortable going somewhere with Vivian where they would be seen publicly. Coming out to her mom had helped, the declaration affirming what her life had become, but she still held an uneasiness to be looked at, or in Vivian’s case- gawked at. Elly reminded herself frequently that Vivian’s gorgeous face and high-fashion wardrobe were most likely the cause of lingering looks.
When Vivian joined her in the kitchen after work, Elly was busy chopping up vegetables with gusto, working out her frustrations. Vivian washed her hands and sidled up to Elly, watching her chop away with the large chef knife.
“May I assist with anything?” she asked softly, looking far too glamorous in a silk blouse and trim black skirt to be slaving over a stove.
“Uh, not really. I’ve already got the sauce going and the chicken will go in after I get these roasting,” Elly replied, turning her head around to nod at the bubbling pot on the stovetop.
Vivian walked away from the island, peeking into the saucepan, then walked back up to Elly, staring at her intentionally. Elly slowed her vigorous chopping and glanced at Vivian.
“Am I making you nervous?” she tried to tease with a little wave of her knife.
“No,” Vivian replied placidly, “As long as your fingers remain unharmed.”
Elly went back to chopping, feeling a grin on her face. “You like my fingers, huh?”
“Very much,” she replied in her luscious accent.
Elly set her knife down and looked up at Vivian’s face, her brown eyes simmering with her red lips smiling. She gazed at her sweetly, then leaned in to kiss her. Despite the very stimulating proximity of Vivian’s body, Elly could feel herself sigh deeply at the end of the kiss.
Vivian pulled away, but kept her long arm wrapped around Elly’s waist, her eyes examining her face. “What is wrong?”
“It was at class,” Elly began, then lost the nerve to explain it all. “Our teacher is… in a nutshell, she’s a bitch.”
Vivian tipped her head. “What has she done? Is there someone you should report her to?”
“No,” she replied, shaking her head. “It’s just the way she talks to my friends, who are not… typical looking people.”
Vivian’s eyes narrowed with a knowing nod. “Ah, I see. So she is not quite a… bitch to you, as she is your classmates?”
“Pretty much,” Elly sighed, slipping out of Vivian’s grasp so she could turn back to her cutting board. “And yes, I should say something, but I only got so much time in my life and most of it, right now, is trying to figure out her stupid homework for the stupid quiz I don’t want to flunk.”
This time she chopped with less force, while Vivian watched her silently, still standing beside her at the island. Without saying a word, Vivian could draw things out of Elly that always amazed her, something she did on their very first coffee date. The date that hadn’t been a date, but Elly liked to think of it that way now.
“And what bothered me is that I’m- ” Elly took a deep breath, “I’m not who my teacher thinks I am. And it bugs me. Like she sees me as ok or acceptable, when she doesn’t know. And I’m pretty sure if she did, her attitude would be just as rude or judgmental.”
Vivian’s brow furrowed, curious. “How so?”
“My classmate, my friend- goes by Reese. They look like a guy, dresses and acts like a guy, and at first I was pretty sure was a guy- but today, my teacher made a point to say Reese’s full name, Teresa, so we’d all know she isn’t a guy. And I thought, what if that was me? What if there was some identifier that said, hey lesbian sitting right here!”
Vivian chuckled lightly at Elly’s facetious statement, but grew serious. “You will be surprised how people will treat you, and then mistreat you, for the truth. It was some of my closest friends that took it the hardest.”
“Like who?” Elly blurted, curious, but not sure why it would matter when it was probably someone she didn’t know.
Vivian gazed at her pointedly, taking a step around the island so she could face Elly instead.
“Who, Viv?” she repeated, then had her answer in Vivian’s sad expression. “Joan?”
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