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How Did I Get Here 05 Sequel: Reese

New city and love for two young ladies.

Prologue:

This new Billyslate Love Story is a Slowburn Lesbian Romance tale. This sequel will be enjoyed much better and understood by first reading, Love is Where One Finds It Pt. 02 Ch. 01-02, then How Did I Get Here 01-04.

Children are a part of the storyline and as always, there’s minimal sexual activity when they are close by. Also, generally, there’s little or no alcohol consumed in my stories when children are present.

All descriptive sex in this story is lesbian, with young ladies aged 21 or older. Some explicit lesbian sexual actions occasionally feature a strong, but loving woman as the definite TOP controlling the action along with playful and occasional firm spanking.

This 47 th and all Billyslate stories are 100% Fiction in every aspect.

Edited By Billyslate/Grammarly

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WHERE AM I: REESE POV

Slowly awakening, my senses are quickly on alert, as I do not recognize my surroundings, and there’s a warm body in bed next to me. So, I’m carefully trying to stay still while sizing up my situation.

I’m wearing what seems to be shorty PJs, and not feeling any pain like I’ve been hurt or molested in any way. But I struggle mentally wondering where I am and who’s n bed with me.

Feeling a slight shift by my mysterious bedmate, I open my eyes wide, staring into one of the cutest smiles I’ve seen. A beautiful contralto voice calls out, “Hi Sleepy Head Reese, I bet you’re wondering who you’re in bed with?” with a coquettish giggle.

Suddenly, it hits me, “Oh my gawd, Zena, did I pass out last night at the bar?”

Zena smiles, “You didn’t get drunk at my bar, but were certainly wobbly and inwardly drained. So, I got my head waitress, Nadia, to watch the bar and brought you back here crying in your beer.”

She giggles musically again, “I told you to trust me. I’m putting you to bed in the back room, where I sleep when the weather’s bad, or I’ve had a few shots with customers.”

I tell you, “Reese, I’m locking you in and will come back for a quick look-see when we close,” but you’re peacefully snoring before I finish.

“Nadia convinces me to stay here sleeping with you, ’cause waking up in a strange place and bed may momentarily shock you.

Of course, she’s right, so here we are in bed dressed in PJs, and I didn’t even get a goodnight kiss for saving the day.”

Winking at Zena’s impish grin, “Thanks so much for rescuing me; can we sleep a little longer then talk more over breakfast, my treat?” I pull Zena in close, hugging and softly kissing her lips, “Now you have a goodnight kiss for last night’s good deed.”

***

Waking up late in the morning, we toilet and shower, but I don’t have fresh clothes with me. I can return to the place that set me off yesterday, but Zena offers me clean underwear, a summer top, and shorts. Which I can wash and return on my next visit to her bar.

Zena’s Tavern and Bistro is just off Sandbridge Road, between Sandbridge and Virginia Beach, VA. So she suggests we eat breakfast at an IHP about 10-minutes down the road I tell Zena a brief history and why I’m in her tavern since I don’t normally drink booze, other than for special functions, like weddings.

REESE’S STORY

I’m Ellen Reese Jordan (Reese) originally from Northern Indiana, south of Chicago. I have a BS in Journalism and an MBA from Duke. I’m almost 28, tall and slim, with raven hair, single, and work as a Consulting Brand Specialist/Editor. I do USA Brand Publishing for international companies as a consultant versus being an employee.

While earning my MBA, I learn about a disowned Aunt, Maybelle Jordan, my Dad’s younger sister. Aunt Maybelle is outed as a lesbian after High School, along with her best friend, Monica Alston. They were so mentally scarred, that they left our hometown never to return, practically disappearing.

My Dad died when I was 20, and my mom passed away four years later. She shared Aunt Maybelle’s life story with me on her deathbed, so I began searching for her.

After several months of using the WEB, tax records, and other items, I trace Aunt Maybell to Sandbridge, a small community 15 miles south of Virginia Beach, VA. I contacted her by mail and we had brief letter exchanges, speaking by phone just once.

I intend to visit Aunt Maybelle for a week when I’m settled but I am too wrapped up finishing my MBA and kick-starting my consulting business.

It’d been more than two years since we first connected, when I got an SMS from a local lawyer notifying me of Aunt Maybelle’s death, listing me as her next of kin. I drive to VA-Beach and will meet with the lawyer about my Aunt’s death and her will, which deeds her home and some land to me.

Yesterday, I arrived at Sandbridge, getting my Aunt’s house key from the police station. I became distraught for Ümraniye travesti not visiting her sooner, after seeing the place and reading two letters she left. She’d hoped to see me soon but is now dead, so I end up in Zena’s Tavern about a mile down the road, crying in my beer.

***

ZENA’S STORY

“I’m a local girl whose parents own a small tavern, deeding it over to me at 21. Now 24. I’m 5′ 8”, a dirty blonde, weighing 120lbs soaking wet. I’m the 3rd generation owner, as my grandparents opened this tavern many years ago.

“I have an associate degree in Business (AA) from ECPI University Online because of my need to manage the tavern. Local bars and taverns are heavily cash-oriented, so the owner must be on site 95% of the time. Otherwise, many employees will steal you blind, while also giving your profit(s) away in free drinks to their friends.

“Nadia Baxter’s the Head Waitress and long-time friend so she takes over when I need time off or to take care of other business.

“My life is fairly staid, but I’ve had a ‘Friend With Benefits’ (FWB), for about two years, which I recently ended.

“Small-town life’s mostly boring, and I just let myself slide into the no-end/win FWB situation. I don’t even think of it as a relationship, but sadly, it’s quite hard avoiding him, with my owning the local tavern.”

***

Zena winks at me, “How’s your love life, Reese?”

Me, grinning wickedly, “Last night in your bed is the closest I’ve come to sex, as my life has mostly been studies, golf, and work. Walking 18 holes several times a week is the perfect exercise for me since it’s a casual walk, and I’ve averaged more than 1,350 miles a year since age 15.

“I hate running/jogging and going to a gym, so I have a small exercise room in my Nashville condo. When I first learned about inheriting my Aunt’s house, I thought of possibly moving here. But I like life and the weather in Nashville, so I’ll either sell my Aunt’s house or keep it as a summer home.”

Zena frowns, “Reese, the lawyer handling your Aunt’s will is a scoundrel and you need to be very careful dealing with him.”

I like Zena, “Look sweetie, I’ve got many things on my plate for the next few days, now including finding a new lawyer. I have friends at the Duke Law School and will ask them to refer me to a good business attorney in the VA Beach area.

“I’d like us to be good friends, so let’s exchange contact info. I’ll stop in the tavern one day, buy you lunch, and maybe we’ll plan a fun time when you can take a day off.

“I’m hanging around this area for 1 or 2 months to settle the house and property situation and then back to Nashville.

“You complain about being bored in this small town, so think about this. If you can take 7-10 days off, why not come to Nashville and hang out with me on a brief mini vacation?”

Zena chuckles, “I’ll think about your offer, and talk with Nadia since we’re off-season right now. It’d surely be nice getting away from Sandbridge for a while, and riding with you and staying at your Condo, makes the vacation cost very affordable.”

***

A Duke University friend recommends a young lawyer, Raymond Sean Davis (Sean), who’s in the general VA Beach area. We talk twice by phone and then schedule an informal visit.

He’s a single Dad and asks if it’s okay for him to bring his 6-year-old daughter, Amelia along when we meet on Saturday. It’s okay with me so I buy a few small gifts for her, including a Children’s Picture Bible, since Sean mentions she goes to Sunday school.

Sean looks the place over, while Amelia and I chat famously, as she’s talkative and well-mannered. She’s a good kid, and I enjoy learning about many of her likes and wants while Sean checks out the property.

A week after our first meeting. Sean asks me out socially for a legal group-type dinner function. I sense he’s eyeing me possibly as a girlfriend and future Mom for Amelia, so tell him, at the moment I’ve got too much on my plate for dating. But I’d be happy to help if he’s in a bind and needs me to take care of Amelia so he can attend a special event.

Sean’s a smart guy, picking up on my not dating anyone right now. But, I’ve done fun things with Amelia several times, so he and I talk as friends. He also does good legal work, so in the future, I may consider having him handle my LLC’s business.

***

I’m also confused about my feelings for Zena, since waking up in her bed my first morning here. So, I need to clear my head on her before starting to date anyone. Several times a week, we meet casually for lunch or a quick afternoon chat since she’s normally busy in the Tavern most evenings.

Zena has also met Amelia, and they get along great. When Zena knows Amelia is staying overnight, she joins us on her dinner hour, bringing Cheese Burgers Fries, and other goodies from the Bistro.

A month into my visit, out of the blue Zena asks to spend Ümraniye travestileri a day with me, possibly staying overnight. She seemed a little off balance during our two most recent talks, so I suggest we order a delivery dinner and relax. I’ll get us a nice bottle of wine to sip and then crash in short PJs when we’re tired.

I open a nice Cabernet pouring two glasses, when Zena suddenly bursts into tears, throwing herself into my arms.

“Reese, I’m PREGNANT!” boohooing loudly, her body shaking and trembling as if in an earthquake.

Stunned and Speechless, I stare at Zena not knowing what to say. Then I compose myself, “Zena, please tell me what’s going on?”

Between the sobbing, crying and please don’t hate me. Zena tells me she last saw her FWB, two weeks before meeting me at her tavern, so she must have gotten pregnant then.

They’re meeting to end the relationship, and she falls for the one last-time scenario. He supposedly uses a rubber, claiming it broke, which is realistically a 10% to 15% possibility with condoms.

The FWB wants Zena to abort the baby, and she’s distraught not thinking straight. So, I say one glass of wine won’t harm the baby now at six weeks, so Zena quickly downs it, then falls asleep from exhaustion, despair, and fatigue.

Pouring myself a huge glass of wine and sipping slowly, I shudder at this point in my life;

My Aunt Maybelle died in VA Beach before I could visit her, although I had a 2-year window.

My lawyer, Sean wants to date and marry me so that I can be a trophy wife and Amelia’s Mom.

Zena, who I truly have feelings for, and getting stronger every day, just tells me she’s pregnant from a goodbye fuck with her long-time FWB.

How In The Hell Did I Get Here?

It’s been over 2-months since I arrived in VA Beach, and now I’m on the road to Nashville for a month. My only real friend in VA Beach, Zena, is 2&1/2 months pregnant and traveling with me.

***

NASHVILLE: LILLY DIANE WATSON POV

Jenny, Mom Onna May, and I are in the lounge discussing a frantic call from Reese Jordan a very good ROSE LLC customer. She’s returning from 2-months in Virginia Beach, VA, and needs to talk with us, especially you, Mom Onna May.

“Jenny and Reese met at the Jewelry Emporium two years ago. Reese is starting her consulting company in Nashville, with Jenny telling her about ROSE’S LLC clothing line(s).

“She visits our Nashville sewing facility looking at business-type/style clothing. Since her first visit, Reese has spent nearly $6,000.00 buying clothing from our leisure and business line(s).

“We don’t know much about Reese’s personal life, except she rushed to VA Beach, two months ago for a family crisis.

“She sounds anxious on the phone, so I ask how long is the drive from VA Beach to Nashville. She says it’s nearly 12 hours on the road, so probably 15 hours with pit stops.

“I suggest she leave Friday morning, driving about 10 hours to Knoxville. Stay overnight in Knoxville, and then a four-hour drive to Nashville, arriving early Saturday afternoon.

“She’ll come directly here and we’ll have a nice BBQ around 4:00 p.m., with most of our family. Reese has a lady friend, Zena, traveling with her, who’s the main reason she wants to talk with Mom Onna May!

“Reese has a BS in Journalism, and an MBA from Duke, and was there two of Rollin’s years at Duke. She recognizes his name from the Basketball team but does not personally know him, although they both have MBAs from the Fuqua School of Business.

“Finally, she relocated here from Durham, NC after getting her MBA, but is originally from Northern Indiana, south of Chicago. Reese hates cold weather so, she decides to kick-start her consulting business in Nashville.

“She was going to consider moving to VA Beach as a potential business/home locale, but that seems out now. She rents a 3-bedroom condo near where Jaim and Aim lived a few years ago and has been there for the past 2 years.

“Jenny and I are quite relaxed with Reese, who seems like a nice lady. I gather she’s a loner with a small bio-family, and we think both her parents are dead. We’ve never socialized with her, but Jenny sees her bi-monthly when Reese collects her orders from the Jewelry Emporium.

“She’s an interesting lady, who likes to visit our Nashville factory to place her orders, but picks them up from the Jeweler on days when Jenny works.

“Yesterday’s phone call is a stunning surprise, because Reese never asks us for anything, not even a special discount on her large orders.”

We decided, that Jenny, Moms Onna May/Nancy, and I’d greet Reese and her friend, Zena first. Once we know what she needs or wants, our other Nashville family can catch up with them after they’ve settled in.

It’s very mysterious at this point, so all we can do is see what Reese and her friend need and then respond at that time.

***

NASHVILLE: Travesti ümraniye REESE POV

We’re at Mom Onna May’s for nearly an hour, with it now 2:00 p.m. The overnight drive is tiring and Lilly’s suggestion we spend the night in Knoxville was perfect.

I know Jenny fairly well from the Jewelry Emporium and ROSE LLC’s Sewing Factory. I’m also aware of Lilly’s background, as she’s Jenny’s wife. But I’ve not met any of the other local Nashville family, including Rose/Jaim the primary owners of the clothing company.

Their kids are very cute, so maybe I’ll bring Amelia for a visit sometime in the future. Nancy takes the seven children over to the school/play area leaving Lilly, Jenny, Mom Onna May, Zena, and me to talk.

***

I share my family history with Jenny, Lilly, and Mom Onna May, most close- relatives dead, and Aunt Maybelle’s story. Finally, I tell them about the past two months in the VA Beach area, meeting Zena, Sean, my real estate attorney, and his 6-year-old, Amelia. Otherwise, I have no close contacts in VA Beach.

Looking at Mom Onna May, “I do worry a little about Amelia because I don’t feel she’s truly loved. It seems her Dad, Sean thinks of Amelia as a commodity, trying to lure me into dating him so that Amelia will have a professional Mom he can show off.

“Word’s also out that he’s a player with the Bar and Working Girl crowd and one of them is Amelia’s bio-Mom. I want you to be aware of Amelia as she’ll certainly want to visit Zena and me in Nashville, being desperate for loving attention.

“But that’s a problem for another day, with Zena’s situation more pressing. I’ve been so focused on my studies and golf since 8th grade that I never dated anyone special, still a virgin at 27.

“The closest I’ve come to sex is sleeping in Zena’s arms my first night in VA Beach. Although we’re both in PJs, it feels so comforting to cuddle with her the next morning.

“Later, I’ll go into more detail, but Zena and I need to define our lives as friends or girlfriends. Of course, there’s always a complication, with Zena getting pregnant from an FWB two weeks before we met.”

Mom Onna May smiles, “Jenny truly respects you. so, our family will back you 100%, whatever your final decision is on Zena and Amelia.

“My thoughts are you and Zena will need two or three days alone to work through and resolve your feelings.”

I agree adding, “Mom Onna May, could you schedule something for the Nunnelly B&B, which Jenny has mentioned previously? I think the rural atmosphere will be perfect for Zena and me to talk things through.

“Maybe you all could go at midday on Thursday, while Zena and I have a nice evening dining and talking at Ruth’s Chris. We’ve never had a date night before, which I would love to spend with her.

“Then we’ll drive to Nunnelly on Friday, staying for a week, maybe two, if okay with Mindy/Frank. I think being in a rural atmosphere similar to Sandbridge will be relaxing for us after our date and talk in Nashville.”

Mom Onna May says, “Perfect!”

***

AT MY CONDO: REESE POV

It’s been a quite busy week for us, since arriving in Nashville. We stay with Mom Onna May the entire time, except when Zena and I visit my condo to unpack and select clothing items for Nunnelly.

We will seriously discuss our current situation while at my condo. But ended up just enjoying being alone for the first time since arriving in Nashville.

Realizing we’re running late, we phone Mom Onna May chatting on speaker. We tell her we’re still in the planning stage and look forward to many conversations with her in Nunnelly.

She’s quiet for a moment, “It’s not my affair Zena, but you’ll make a great Mom, and I hope you’ll have your baby. I know without question Reese will support you 100%, as will our entire family if you settle in Nashville.”

Zena tears up, “Mom Onna May, thanks so much for being confident in me as a mother. I want to have My/Our baby but Reese and I need to talk a bit more, as I don’t want to unexpectedly tie her down with a child.”

Smiling at Zena, “Mom Onna May, I also want Zena to have our baby which I feel in my bones is a little girl. After Zena and I are on the right track in our lives, we’ll invite Amelia to visit Nashville, and meet the girls and Jay.

“After she’s here a couple of weeks, and we feel certain Amelia’s happy with us and the children. I’ll speak with Sean, about Amelia possibly spending her summers in Nashville. If he seems receptive, later on, I’ll note the academic and social advantage(s) of her studying full-time in your program.

“Zena and I’ll talk seriously on Friday and Saturday, joining everyone at the B&B on Sunday midday. You are our family Matriarch, so Zena and I will usually speak with you first, especially for your opinion or advice on a tricky issue.

Zena and I are staying at the B&B for two weeks. So, I’ll need to prepare needed work items for the time in Nunnelly, before leaving Nashville on Sunday.

***

DINNER AT RUTH’S CHRIS: REESE POV

Zena and I are Dressed To The Nines, in custom-made ROSES LLC Little Red Cocktail dresses, tanga thongs, thigh-highs, and coal black 2″ heels as the UBER drops us at Ruth’s Chris.

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