Plenty of people were shocked when Harper Black had brought home Sam Palmero home for supper one day.
As a mother of three and just over forty, no one had ever expected her to develop a taste for other women this late in life. Certainly not Harper herself, who had gotten a little buzzed after a few too many beers barely a month beforehand and loudly proclaimed to her daughters in the living room that she was done with dating. Done. D-O-N-E done; she’d spelled it out just like that, standing in the living room in her pajamas.
The woman sitting at the head of the table opposite Harper was an obvious contradiction to that statement, in that she had been brought to the Black dinner table as their mother’s date for the evening.
Now, there was nothing wrong with dating girls. Piper—the responsible middle child and a frequent movie-goer at Sam's theatre!—had been wondering just where she fell on the Kinsey scale after a cute little girl from Texas had moved into town, and Parker—the oldest—was no stranger to getting a little too drunk and making out with other women for attention. The orientation of their mother wasn’t the strangest thing about her latest attraction, so much as it was how differently they expected her mother bringing a woman home to go down.
To start, Sam was a fair bit younger than Harper. The big woman that Harper had brought home proudly wrapped around her arm was thirty to her forty, a full ten years (and change!) younger than the Black family matriarch. Then there was her accent. She clearly didn’t come from bumfuck North Carolina like the rest of them. With her big hair, leather jacket, hoop earrings and pronounced accent, Sam stuck out like a sore thumb.
And that was before she started the story.
“You used ta go to South 29, didn’t ya?” Sam asked, open-mouth with excitement after a small smack to Parker’s arm, "Oh my GAWD you're the putz from the bar!"
“I’m sorry, what now?” Harper raised a curious, skeptical eyebrow.
“Yeah, you’re not gonna believe this Harpah.” Sam chuckled as she turned back to her date of the evening, “I beat the snot outta this one a few months back!”
The size difference between Sam and everyone else in the room couldn’t have been more obvious. She was broad-shouldered, wide-hipped, and thick armed. Her hands were the size of softballs! Not to mention the weight difference (there was certainly some extra padding to fill out her bigger frame that further set her apart from the other svelte girls at the table). It was really easy to see how someone of Sam’s size could have knocked a lazy freeloader like Parker on her ass, and that should have been the end of it.
Except it wasn’t.
“Oh.” Harper’s shocked expression quickly melted into a boisterous laughter, “My God.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Piper was grinning ear to ear, her chin propped up in both hands as her elbows planted on the table,
“Please, please tell me more.”
“What the fuck, Pitstain?” Parker gasped, “Mom, Jesus Christ!”
“Okay, so.” Sam said, turning so as to include Parker in the regaling of their awkward first encounter, “There I was with my friend Max. An’ y’know we’re talkin’ about whatever. Who cares, it doesn’t matter. When this one—”
Sam pointed a thumb at Parker
“So I said HEY, people are tryin ta DRINK here! An' I don't remember what THIS ONE said, but LET ME TELL YOU—”
“I was SO ANGRY I coulda plotzed!”
And somehow after that every date, whether they were at home or out on the town, was miles less awkward than that time she told her girlfriend about the time she literally kicked her daughter’s ass.
***
Harper and Sam were so smitten with each other, you would have thought they were teenagers. Whenever they had the free time, they were always talking to one another. Harper would hide her phone underneath her desk at the Yeng offices at text her new girlfriend, and Sam would prop herself up at the Rio theatre and check out moviegoers with one hand while snapping cute selfies with the other. They met up at least three, four times a week. Harper got off at four every day and Sam could make her own hours, so they quickly started to see a lot of each other. They went out for dinners, they watched old movies on the big screen in private showings that Sam had arranged. As simple as it sounded, Harper and Sam fell for each other hard and they fell for each other fast.
“Harper.” The older woman kept the syllables on her lover’s nose, tapping at Sam’s proud Italian schnoz, “C’mon. You can do it.”
“Hah-pah.” Sam repeated in her thick accent, only to be met with a forkful of spaghetti.”
“Harrrperrrrr.” She giggled, wrapping her free arm around Sam’s broad bronzed shoulder.
“That’s what I said!” Sam answered incredulously, “Haaaaah-paaaaah.”
The two of them began to titter. The night had been perfect. Sam had done everything, earning the affections of an overworked mother of two the old-fashioned way by bringing good wine, candles and incense, and topping it off with a glass container of spaghetti and home-made garlic bread.
"It’s okay. One day you'll get it right." Harper leaned in with eskimo kisses
"I already did." Sam said with a smile as she pressed her lips against her girlfriend’s for a long, passionate kiss.
"Now get offa me, yer layin' on dinna. I'm gonna barf."
Getting Parker and Piper out of the house hadn’t been hard. Keeping them out of the house all night would later prove to be more difficult, as they’d learn at three a.m. But for now, in the candle-lit living room of the tiny Black abode, all that mattered was the two of them.
Together.
“Ugh, I know how you feel.” Harper retreated back to her side of the table, her soft stomach swollen with more carbs than she knew what to do with, “I ate way too much.”
“No such thing.” Sam bit off another forkful of what remained of her plate, “It’s good, right?”
“It’s great.” Harper admitted, “If all your cooking is this good, I might start to get fat.”
“Let’s…” Sam bit her bottom lip, “Have this conversation later.”
Sam leaned in and licked the corners of Harper’s mouth.
“Like tomorrow over breakfast.”
That was the first night that they made love, and it would be far from the last...
***
With very few faults to find with one another, Harper and Sam only continued their love affair. Dinners every week, then every other night, breakfast on the weekends and cute little lunch dates all started to add up. The two lovebirds only continued to fall further and further head over heels for one another and be obnoxiously cute about it until, eventually, Sam moved out of her crappy one-bedroom apartment and into the Black household.
No one (except for Parker, naturally) could find a good enough reason to complain about the newest addition to their already cramped home life, but it wasn't until after Sam moved in that it was becoming increasingly obvious...
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