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  Quinn & Andie

  A Novel by

  Shea Lynn

  Womyn

  Published by Womyn Publishing Group

  Copyright © Shea Lynn, 2020

  All Rights Reserved

  Registered Trademark - Marca Registrada

  PUBLISHER’S NOTE

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

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  Special thank you to the inspiration of the L-word Series and the Fan Fiction Fans who always Encourage me to keep writing. -

  MoreThanSatisfied

  And for anyone who has found the kind of love that stretches across space and time. It does exist.

  Quinn & Andie

  Table of Contents

  Table of Contents

  Prologue: Part I (Falling in Love)

  Prologue: Part II (Fighting for Love)

  Prologue: Part III (Ripped Apart)

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Chapter 45

  Chapter 46

  Chapter 47

  Chapter 48

  Chapter 49

  Chapter 50

  Chapter 51

  Chapter 52

  Chapter 53

  Chapter 54

  Chapter 55

  Chapter 55

  Chapter 57

  Chapter 58

  Chapter 59

  Prologue: Part I (Falling in Love) Fall 2004

  Stanford University

  Quinn Wayne was a tall young woman with dark chocolate eyes and creamy honey-brown skin. When it wasn’t straightened, her natural, thick, dark curly hair fell down her back in cascades of ebony waves. Long eyelashes framed her crisp, intelligent gaze and she smiled effortlessly. The full, heart-shaped lips were often shiny with a hint of gloss and they often curved upward when she was at rest.

  These were all observations that her roommate, Andrea Morris, had noted over the past few weeks. Quinn was beautiful and brilliant. Sexy and friendly. A dynamic combination that had her questioning everything she’d ever known about herself and her identity. She’d always defaulted to loving boys. And then men. And for many years, she’d loved Jacob Stewart.

  They’d dated all through high school and even though they were now separated by 2800 miles of continental US distance, Andrea and Jacob were still a couple.

  As she pretended to study a textbook at her desk, Andrea thought back to her first meeting with Quinn. She’d been in their shared dorm room, hanging a poster on the wall. Quinn had entered with her father; a tall brown-skinned man who hardly seemed to smile. Her new roommate had a beautiful smell; a fragrance of Hawaiian jasmine that lingered as she moved her things around her new domicile. The scent was gentle and indelible, and Andrea found herself immediately drawn to it.

  When Quinn’s father had finally left, the taller, honey-brown woman had smiled warmly at Andrea. “There’s a few things you should know about me if you and I are going to get along as roommates.”

  Andrea had smiled in return, humoring her new companion. “What are those things?”

  “First, I’m gay. My dad doesn’t know. He doesn’t need to know. But if that’s a problem for you, let me know now. Maybe we can make different

  arrangements,” she said.

  Andrea’s eyes had widened in response. Quinn was her age, yet she was bold and headstrong. Seemingly invincible and proud. “I don’t have a problem with it,” Andrea whispered, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment at Quinn’s direct style.

  The dark curls had nodded in appreciation of her response. “Good. Second, do you have a nickname?”

  “Some people call me Drea. When I was younger, my Dad used to call me Andie. But my mother doesn’t like either of them. She says they are too masculine. Now, I just go by Andrea.”

  Quinn frowned at that. “Do you always do what your mother tells you?”

  Andrea looked at her curiously and shrugged. “There are many battles to pick. That one wasn’t worth fighting.”

  Determined to make her mark on this space and assert herself, Quinn continued. “Well, I think I’ll call you Andie. That cool?”

  Andie blushed even more. “Okay. You can call me Andie. Is that all of the things? The fact that you’re gay and that you want to call me Andie?”

  Quinn smiled and then she grew more serious. “There are a few more.” She held up her fingers as she listed each item. “I don’t do drugs, so please don’t do them around me. I don’t smoke either. I’m not anal, but I don’t like mess. I will be more than happy to let you borrow stuff, but please ask first.

  And I’m not an only child, but my sister is 10 years older than me. So, I’m used to getting my way. That doesn’t make me a bitch. I’m just warning you ahead of time.”

  As Quinn had spoken, Andie had sat down on her own bed, sighing at the length of what seemed like a lecture. “You are intense,” she said.

  “I’m practical.”

  “Did you make up this speech before you got here?” asked Andie.

  Quinn nodded and looked away. “Yes,” she said quietly.

  “What, did you think you’d be rooming with some asshole?”

  Quinn sat down on her own bed, staring down at the carpet at her feet.

  “Maybe. I just wanted to get things clear from the start.”

  “Quinn?” said Andie.

  “Yeah?”

  “Can you look at me?” asked Andie.

  Quinn moved her head slowly, until her dark chocolate pools met Andie’s warm hazel eyes. “What is it?”

  When their eyes met, Andie felt it. A flip in her belly. A gentle indication that there was something in those deep brown depths she wanted to explore.

  She exhaled slowly, hiding a tremble she felt. “I um…I like your ‘things’

  and I support them. I won’t make a mess. I won’t take your shit. And I don’t care who you date. As long as you respect our shared space.”

  Quinn nodded at her. “That’s a deal.”

  After a few hours of unpacking and making small talk, the duo had walked together around the Stanford
campus. They got ice cream together and shared a silence sitting by the duck pond on a bank of well-manicured grass. This first week on campus was for new students moving in and there was a bustle of nervous new coeds moving all around. As they nibbled their sweet treats, the pair watched and rested, observing their new peers.

  “Quinn?” Andie finally asked, having finished her cone and now balling up her used napkin.

  “Yeah?” Quinn answered, her eyes still focused on the ducks.

  “How did you know?”

  “Know what?”

  “How did you know you were gay?”

  Quinn blinked her long lashes a few times, as if realizing where she was.

  She’d seemed absorbed in her own thoughts. She looked over at the pretty

  blonde girl beside her. Andie was cute with thick, blonde hair that fell just past her shoulders. Her skin seemed to have that perpetual California tan and she was kind and easy to talk to.

  “I had my first crush on a girl when I was in the 7th grade. It just kind of hit me. I didn’t tell anyone about it. I tried to act like it wasn’t happening, but it did happen. My body just…reacted. I always wanted to be around her.

  Always wanted to touch her. I didn’t understand it then.”

  “Did that girl know?” asked Andie.

  Quinn shook her dark curls. “No. I hope not. We were best friends for a little while. Then we both had boyfriends, and everything became fuzzy. I kept having boyfriends. But it’s like, the spark never lit.”

  “And with girls?”

  Quinn blushed. “Truth?”

  “Yes.”

  “I don’t know.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Andie, I’ve never had a girlfriend. I’ve never even kissed a girl,” Quinn replied.

  “Well how do you know you’re gay?”

  Quinn held her gaze. “Andie, how do you know you’re not?”

  Though Quinn hadn’t meant those words as an introspective instigation, that’s exactly the way Andie had received them. The question had forced her to examine her own feelings. She had been quiet then and eventually, they had made it back to their room, returning each to their own little world.

  As the weeks passed, Quinn began to discover more about herself. She joined the undergraduate LGBT group and the Art History Association. She had met a beautiful girl named Olivia Davis who had curly blonde hair and luscious curves. Quinn and Olivia began dating and Andie found herself growing frustrated at her roommate’s new relationship.

  One night, in the middle of the fall quarter, Quinn had returned home late.

  Andie had been on the cusp of a well-earned sleep and was irritated that her roommate had pulled her from the edge of slumber. The room had been dark, but Andie had jumped from bed and flipped on the overhead light, her hazel eyes flitting with anger.

  “Is it okay if I sleep? Why do you have to make so much noise when you come in?” she’d asked.

  Quinn had been tiptoeing when she’d entered the room. She’d been making as little noise as she possibly could. Her eyes had been wide with surprise.

  “Andie, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

  But the irritated blonde had been irrational and dramatic. With her hands on her hips she’d stared daggers at her flat mate. “Sure, you didn’t. And before you start, I don’t want to hear your dyke drama. I don’t want to hear about how wonderful Liv is. Save it! Just keep it quiet and leave me out of it.”

  “I didn’t - - -,” Quinn began.

  “You didn’t have to! I know you. You always want to come home and tell me about your fucking love life. Save it! I don’t want to hear it.”

  Quinn looked hurt, like she’d been slapped. “Okay. I’m sorry,” she said softly. She turned on a small lamp on her desk and then headed back to the wall by the door and flipped off the overhead. She stood there and leaned against the wall, removing her sneakers so as not to make any noise.

  Andie just stood there in the dark, her arms clamped across her body. Her eyes adjusting to the change in lighting. She could hear her roommate sniffle as she changed for bed. That sound was calming. It sucked all of the anger from her at once; replacing it with regret and compassion.

  Andie waited until Quinn had gotten into bed and turned off the bedside lamp before she slowly trudged over to her roommate’s side of their abode.

  She sat down gently on the side of Quinn’s twin bed. The curly-haired young woman didn’t seem surprised that she had company.

  “I didn’t mean to make you mad, Andie. You’re like, the only friend I have here. I never meant to burden you,” said Quinn. She was lying on her side,

  her back to Andrea.

  “Fuck,” Andie whispered. Now she really felt like shit. “You never burden me,” she said. And then she crawled into the twin bed and scooted close to Quinn, slipping a loving arm around the trim waist.

  Quinn’s eyes were open in the darkness and she was frowning, tears slipping from her eyes. “Then why are you so mad at me all the time? I can’t talk to you anymore. I feel so alone sometimes. It’s hard being here.”

  Andie held her closer. “You can talk to me. I’m sorry I was such a bitch.”

  “You don’t owe me anything, Andie. It’s fine. I get it.”

  Andrea traced her fingers along the hemline of Quinn’s thin t-shirt, feeling the flesh of her roommate’s belly. The skin was soft and smooth. Her breath hitched in her throat and she felt her heart begin to race. “Do you get it Quinn?” she asked softly.

  Quinn shifted ever so slightly, easing herself closer to the woman in her bed. She craved the feel of Andie’s fingertips on her skin. “Get what?” she whispered.

  Andie grew bolder, dragging her fingertips across Quinn’s abdomen, daring to graze the underside of her exposed breasts. Quinn could feel her nipples growing harder. At last Andrea eased her hand to cup one of the firm, honeyed breasts, squeezing it gently, moaning as she did so. She leaned into whisper in Quinn’s ear.

  “That I want you, Quinn. I hate when you talk about her.”

  Quinn was swollen now, and she moved her hips slowly against Andie’s pelvis. “Why didn’t you tell me?” she hissed.

  Andie kissed the soft, jasmine scented skin of Quinn’s neck. “I was afraid.”

  Quinn reached back, holding Andie in place, wanting to feel the soft tongue against her body. “Dee, you never have to be afraid with me. I love you.

  Don’t you know that?”

  Quinn turned then; the tears now gone. Her body blazed with want. She slid her leg in between Andie’s.

  “You love me?” asked Andie.

  The dark curls nodded. “I do. I’ve loved you from the first day I saw you.”

  “How could you know that?”

  “I knew, Dee.”

  “Dee?” asked Andie.

  “Short for Andie. Two syllables is too long,” said Quinn. And then she brought her soft pillowy lips to taste Andrea’s. Her eyes closed at the power of that kiss. Her tongue was tentative when it reached out, gently teasing Andie’s lips until she darted inside the heated mouth. Their tongues danced, tasting one another.

  “I love kissing you,” said Andie.

  “You do?”

  “Fuck. Yes. I love everything about you, Quinn. How could you not see it?”

  Quinn shrugged and pulled the shirt over Andie’s head, tossing it to the floor. She straddled her then, leaning down in the darkness to kiss her more thoroughly. Her eager lips found Andie’s hardened nipples and she sucked each one into her mouth. She tasted her gingerly, sliding her body between Andie’s bent legs.

  Andie felt an angry throbbing at the juncture of her thighs. She raised her center to meet Quinn’s strong body. Anything to release some of the pressure she felt.

  “You like this?” asked Quinn.

  Andie whimpered, her body flooding with sensation.

  “Dee? Can I touch you? Are you wet?” asked Quinn.

  “Yes, please,” Andie whimpered.
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  Quinn leaned up and removed Andie’s thin soccer shorts, throwing them to the floor as well. She could smell Andie’s arousal and moved instinctively to cup her sex. She felt the slick silk of her lover and moaned, kissing

  Andie’s neck as she moved. She long fingers teased the wet hairs she found before she parted the swollen lips and her fingertips glided along the heated flesh.

  “Quinn,” Andie whimpered.

  “Yes, Dee?”

  “That feels so good.”

  Quinn deepened her touch; sliding between the inner lips, teasing the engorged clit, dancing down to Andie’s opening. The blonde wrapped her legs around her, drawing her closer.

  “Baby, you feel good. I just want to touch you. I never want to stop touching you, Dee.”

  There was something intimate about the new nickname. Rolling off Quinn’s tongue, those three little letters ushered a wave of wetness from Andie’s heated body.

  “Call me that again,” she said.

  “Dee.”

  Andie whimpered, undulating her hips against Quinn’s touch.

  “Again”

  “Dee,” said Quinn, her voice low, nearly growling. Her own need for release was building. She treasured feeling the wet, hot center beneath her hungry fingertips.

  “Goddammit, Andie. You feel so good. Oh my God, you feel so good. Are you always so wet?” she asked.

  “I don’t know...I don’t think so, Quinn. I think…..I think this is you. Just you do this.”

  Quinn moaned. All of the things she’d ever wanted to do with a woman were flashing in her mind. But she was love drunk. Heady and wilted. “Can I - - - Can I put my mouth on you?” she asked.

  “Fuck, Quinn. Yes! Yes!”

  Quinn scooted down, parting the thickened lips with her fingers, sucking the hardened peak straight into her mouth.

  Andie’s hips lifted off the bed and she clutched at the sheets, her knuckles turning white. “Oh my God! Quinn!”

  Quinn kept tasting her, grinding her own pelvis against the bed. She let her tongue ease down the folds, dipping into the heated core, easing back up and lying flat against the stiffened clitoris. It was beauty and ecstasy for her.

  The sounds Andie was making were like a gentle chord of music. The chords were whimsical and feminine. An accompaniment that Quinn wanted to prolong and cloak herself with. Her tongue continued its dance along the soft, silken skin until Andie whimpered that her peak was near.