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If this chapter feels different from the rest, I apologize. I lost my spark halfway through and it was difficult to write my way to a better point.

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They arrived back into Sierra Falls about lunch time, splitting up to clean up from a week in the woods, agreeing to meet at Rebecca’s dads for a light dinner and planning.

It wasn’t until they came back with a full week of activities planned that JJ realized Ashley was acting a bit distant. She still cuddled into JJ on the couch, still stood next to her and made goofy faces while they brushed their teeth, even initiated sex. She was quiet and almost withdrawn between their normal activities and interactions, something JJ had at first assumed was due to the new plans, their week chock full. Now, lying in bed with a dozing Ashley snuggled close, JJ began to rethink things. Was she still upset over Veronica? JJ hadn’t responded to her ex yet, at a loss for words. JJ sighed and laid her hand over Ashley’s, set low on JJ’s belly. She needed to deal with Ronnie before anything else could escalate.

JJ woke suddenly, unsure what had startled her, her eyes adjusted to the faint light of an early sunrise. Must be very early, the backyard clearly visible through the sliding glass doors not yet washed with color, just a simple hint of light.

She rolled over, shifting carefully to not disturb Ashley, only to roll into an empty space. JJ raised up on an elbow, fully and instantly awake. Her eyes caught the light under the bathroom door, realized Ashley had probably snuck away to pee. Her heart still raced, her pulse fast and loud in her ears. JJ flopped back into the pillows, exhaling deeply.

Five minutes later Ashley still hadn’t emerged and JJ was not going back to sleep. Another sigh escaped as JJ slowly pulled herself from bed and snagged her cigarettes on the way to the back door.

Ashley left the bathroom and tip toed back to JJ’s bedroom. She was surprised to see JJ’s bed empty, but a quick look around revealed the sliding glass door, cracked open. Ashley ruffled her hair, unsure what to do. She’d woken up at 4, her usual morning wake up, needing to run. She’d been neglecting her regimen and was starting to feel it. She hadn’t intended to wake JJ, hoping to get out and run, maybe clear her head of some of the thoughts that had plagued her the evening before. Now she wasn’t sure leaving was a good idea without telling JJ. Ashley twisted a curl around her finger, watching the smoke drifting across the quiet backyard.

She stepped through the door, cocking her head with a small smile. JJ was leaning against the porch railing smoking, completely naked. Feeling impish, Ashley pulled out her phone and snapped a picture. The click-click of the shutter got JJ’s attention, her head turning to face Ashley for a second picture. Her expression smoothed out quickly, but Ashley had seen the crease between those dark eyebrows. JJ was thinking hard.

“That’s real mature.” JJ’s voice was raspy from sleep and smoke.

“What? You’re the one outside naked. Besides, I’m going to need something to take back to school for those long, lonely nights. Would you rather I raided your sweatshirts and panties?”

“Leave me my leather jacket. Take whatever else strikes your fancy.” JJ looked Ashley up and down. “Going somewhere?”

Ashley nodded, already dressed in a tank top and loose running shorts. She held her shoes in hand. “Just for a run. I’ve been slacking. I gotta pick it up now or Coach will kill me. Literally run me to death.”

JJ nodded and took a drag, exhaling the smoke away from Ashley. “Don’t leave just yet.” JJ set the half smoked cigarette on the porch railing and disappeared into the house.

Not sure what JJ wanted her to wait for, Ashley sat and put her socks and shoes on, tying the laces tightly. She began to stretch, loosening her muscles and beginning to warm up.

A minute later Ashley was bouncing up and down, accelerating her heartbeat and getting her blood flowing a little faster. JJ came back out, still naked, holding a key. Ashley stopped bouncing, her heart racing faster than her warm-up allowed.

“I had this made after the house was finished. I’ve been debating when to give it to you and now seems like a good time.” JJ offered the key to Ashley who took it, looking down at the small silver object with quite a bit of awe. Her own key to JJ’s house. This was a big step for them, one she hadn’t been expecting any time soon. It wasn’t so much a sign of how much JJ loved her as an open invitation into her home. Into her space, something Ashley didn’t want to crowd or take from the older girl. Not to mention, they’d only been dating for 5 weeks. She didn’t even leave clothes behind, packing an overnight bag for nights at JJ’s.

“This is for me?” Ashley couldn’t think of anything else to say.

“Yes.” JJ picked her cigarette back up, flicking away the ash that had accumulated. She took a long drag, watching Ashley watch her.

Ashley flung herself at JJ, who caught her with one arm, the bursa escort other holding the still lit cigarette away from them. She kissed the corner of JJ’s mouth and squeezed her tight. “Thank you.”

JJ hummed, exhaling the smoke she’d been holding. “You’re welcome. Go run. I’m going back to bed.” JJ patted Ashley’s bottom and took one last drag off the cigarette before pitching it into the butt can.

Ashley left and JJ went back inside, but instead of laying down, she retrieved her phone from its charger and sat in the rumpled sheets. Opening her messages she selected Veronica and began typing.

“We need to talk face to face. Pick a day and a time that works for you, then send me your Skype details. If you don’t have one, make one. I’m not buying a plane ticket.” JJ sent the message after reading it over, not taking too long so she couldn’t have second thoughts.

Her phone buzzed seconds later anyway. She opened the text and read, “Wow. Too scared to meet up in person?” JJ sighed. This is what she was hoping to avoid, Veronica’s attitude.

“No. I don’t feel our conversation requires us to be in the same room.” JJ sent back.

It took Ronnie longer to respond, but when she did it was simply with a skype username, next Wednesday’s date at noon. JJ added a reminder to her phone’s calendar and laid down. She didn’t know what to say to Ronnie, but she’d figure that out when they talked. For now, she could focus on Ashley and their relationship.

***

The plan for the evening was to go out dancing at the club. It was one of the many nights with no theme, no cover charge. Everyone had agreed to meet at Rebecca’s dads for pre drinks, so JJ drove herself and Ashley over after a quiet dinner with Debra.

The entire night passed in a colorful blur for JJ. Nathan, Sarah’s boyfriend, tagged along as a designated driver to let the girls have a night out. They even borrowed an suv from Rebecca’s dad to fit everyone in the same vehicle.

Once they got to the club Chloe put herself in charge of drinks, which ensured everyone got drunk fast and stayed that way. The dancing was fast and fun, the music loud and heavy on the bass. Chloe led the charge whenever she felt it was time for another round, the whole group returning to the table Nathan held for them. They sat just long enough to down a shot or slam a drink before they were back out dancing.

Before JJ knew it, Rebecca was rounding everyone up and herding the group back out to the car.

In the car, Nathan driving them back to Rebecca’s dads, Chloe and Brenda decided to stand up through the moon roof to cat call anyone walking along the sidewalk. JJ almost missed Ashley climbing up to join them, hauling the giggly blonde back down at the last second.

Her lap was suddenly full of drunk blonde, something she usually enjoyed. JJ wrapped her arms around Ashley to keep her upright when they made a right turn. Ashley laughed at the way they leaned into the g force of the turn, playfully exaggerating the motion. JJ giggled too, squeezing Ashley tighter and resting her chin on Ashley’s shoulder.

They arrived safely at the small mansion that was Mr. Martin’s home. JJ had recently learned how Rebecca’s parents had divorced while the girls were in middle school. Her father had given up the house to move into this place, a monument to wealth and, in JJs opinion, over compensation. Tree lined drive, a huge manicured lawn with perfectly potted flowers and shaped bushes. The front pathway and porch were laid in massive slabs of stone, while the front door stood at least ten feet tall, heavy and adorned with rustic wrought iron. Inside it had seven bedrooms with as many bathrooms, a den, formal dining room, and huge kitchen equipped with state of the art appliances. JJ hadn’t seen the backyard, but Ashley had mentioned it’s pool with an attached spa and separate hot tub. While the house was beautiful it made JJ love hers all the more for it’s small size and warmth.

After bidding Nathan and Sarah a loud and slurred farewell, they all wobbled to their respective rooms, Rebecca leading Amy down a long hall to her room, everyone else breaking off to the various guest rooms. JJ paused briefly in the doorway to the bedroom she and Ashley would share, watching Chloe dance into her room while Brenda ricocheted off a corner and into her room.

“Jordyn.” Ashley’s loud whisper turned JJ’s attention back to the girl in her arms.

“Hmm?” JJ walked them into the room until Ashley’s legs bumped the bed. She brushed a curl away from Ashley’s cheek, the creamy skin flushed from alcohol and dancing.

Instead of speaking Ashley nudged her hips into JJ’s, pressing into the strap on JJ had worn out of habit. The pressure and the needy pout on Ashley’s face pulled a growl from JJ’s throat.

Ashley resisted when JJ tried to lift her onto the bed. She pushed JJ’s hands away, quickly unbuttoning her shirt and pulling it halfway down the older girl’s arms, temporarily trapping her. Running her fingers up JJ’s escort bursa torso Ashley flicked at the eager nipples peaking the fabric of JJs undershirt. “You’re teasing me with your cock again.”

Tossing blonde hair back over her shoulder Ashley made quick work of JJ’s pants, opening them with only one fumble. She pulled underwear out of the way, humming at the sight of the cock bulging the sky blue briefs. When the dildo hung free and huge, Ashley hoisted herself up onto the bed. Time to tease JJ.

JJ watched as Ashley pulled her top off, tossing the skimpy tank away. Underneath she was bare, no bra to shield her excited pink nipples from view. JJ tugged her left arm up, her attempt to free it foiled by the cuff still buttoned around her wrist. Any further work at freeing her hands was stopped when Ashley leaned back and spread her legs, the short black skirt bunched at her waist exposing an equally bare pussy to JJ’s eyes. Golden blonde curls were darkened by copious amounts of liquid excitement.

Ashley smirked at the way JJs eyes widened and her mouth opened slightly. She lowered a hand between her legs and drew a single finger through the wetness that had accumulated all evening. “This is what you did to me, dancing so close with that big hard thing in your pants. Rubbing on me, against me, teasing.” Ashley lifted her finger, a sticky string stretching between finger and sex.

JJ moaned, struggling to sort her shirt out so she could unbutton the cuffs. She wasn’t having much luck, her eyes glued to Ashley’s finger. Her struggling had her shoulders and biceps flexing, something Ashley appreciated.

“I love your shoulders. They’re perfect. Just enough muscle to give some curve, definition. Not enough to turn you into a linebacker. It turns me on to watch them.” Ashley whispered, her wet fingers slipping up to her clit and flicking back and forth lazily. “I love all your muscles, really. The way they, like, bulge against your skin. Reminds me how strong you are, how solid.” Ashley bit her lip, her fingers moving slow and steady.

JJ stepped closer, panting while a faint pink flush crept over her chest and stained her cheekbones.

Ashley stopped her progress with a heeled foot. “You only get to watch. It’s my turn to tease you.” JJ’s swallow was both visible and audible.

“When I say solid,” Ashley continued, “I mean how you press me into the bed when you’re on top. How even when I try to overpower you, it’s pointless. You’re so much stronger and I really love that. It’s why you can fuck me so hard. Fucking dominate me so easily. Just…pin me down and take me.” Ashley huffed, her head falling back as her fingers moved faster and faster.

JJ stood and watched, Ashley’s high heel still pressed to her belly. She wanted so badly to do exactly what Ashley was describing. Her pussy was clenching in time to her racing heart, her clit throbbing beneath the exposed harness. Sweat trickled down her back at the effort to stay put.

Ashley was getting close but she kept talking, almost unable to stop. “The way you fucked me that day…in the armchair, god. You were soo deep. It almost hurt, like you were…hitting something. But you were also rubbing against so many yummy good spots.” Ashley looked up at JJ, holding her intense gaze.

“All I could think about tonight was fucking you. In the booth, against that back wall, in the bathroom…it didn’t matter where.” she paused to whimper and jog her hips under the stimulation of her own hand. “I need it so bad, JJ.”

JJ growled, leaning in so hard Ashley’s heel was leaving an imprint. That fucking whimper when Ashley said her name was too much. JJ moved her wrists behind her back and began working on the cuff buttons.

Ashley didn’t see JJ move, her head having fallen back to the bed as she kept her hand moving frantically between her legs. Words were beyond her at this point, panted breaths and needy sounds all she could manage. She could hear how wet she was, a soft liquid sound as she frigged her excited clit. Ashley closed her eyes and bit her lip to keep a scream from escaping, her orgasm finally reaching the peak.

JJ freed her arms just as Ashley came, throwing the shirt to the ground and leaping onto the bed. She didn’t bother to wait for Ashley to calm, effortlessly lining the tip of her cock with the soaked, pulsing entrance to Ashley’s pussy and burying the entire length in one lunge.

“Oh fuck!” Ashley yelped, surprised by JJ’s move. She held on tightly while JJ pumped into her like a mad woman, sweat dripping from her hair onto Ashley’s cheek. The rough onslaught felt deliciously good, rubbing and nudging exactly as she’d described moments ago. Ashley groaned and lifted her head to lick JJ’s chin, overwhelmed by the pleasurable sensations pinging through her.

JJ shifted, tossing Ashley’s legs onto her shoulders and pressing herself over the blonde, began using deep, hard strokes. Every time she bottomed out, Ashley grunted happily and JJ’s clit got the pressure it needed. bursa escort bayan She gritted her teeth and looked down between their bodies, watching the glistening cock sink into Ashley’s pussy. Damn, that was a hot sight. Both girls were so absorbed in their fucking that neither of them noticed the figures in the doorway.

Chloe clamped a hand over Brenda’s mouth, stopping the taller girl from loudly interrupting. She held a finger to her own lips to tell Brenda to be silent. She wanted to perv out on them, find out what the big deal was, and see what they were being so secretive about.

Brenda nodded and pulled Chloe’s hand away. They both turned back to the action and watched as JJ pulled away from Ashley, flipped the blonde onto her hands and knees, and proceeded to fuck her even harder, the slapping of their bodies easily heard. Ashley was babbling and moaning, hair flying as she tossed her head. Chloe bit her lip and groaned quietly when JJ grabbed a handful of wild blonde curls and tugged Ashley’s head up, forcing a deep arch. JJ was muttering something, but Chloe couldn’t quite catch the words.

Brenda shifted, not used to watching people fucking. She was getting turned on, which made her a little uncomfortable. The excitement wasn’t the problem, but its source disturbed her on a basic level. These were her best friends turning her on with their unintentional show. She jumped when Chloe leaned into her side, the contact sparking her skin. Brenda looked down and jerked away from Chloe when she realized the petite blonde had a hand stuffed in her panties.

Chloe bit her lip, slowly rubbing her swollen labia over her equally swollen clit. Watching JJ overpower Ashley was thrilling. Chloe was starting to think about inching into the room and potentially join the girls on the bed when she was hoisted into the air and hauled back down the hallway.

When Brenda dropped her onto the bed Chloe finally spoke up. “The fuck Brenda? I was enjoying that.”

“You’re invading on their privacy. We both were.” Brenda kicked at piles of clothing Chloe had scattered on the floor.

Chloe rolled her eyes. “So? They didn’t even see us! Too busy playing hide the salami.” She cupped her pussy again, calming its unsatisfied need.

“That doesn’t make it okay and you know it.” Brenda crossed her arms over her chest and glared down at Chloe.

“How am I supposed to not watch when they keep making those sounds?” Chloe asked as a loud warbled moan echoed into the room.

“You behave yourself! Respect their privacy! Quit playing with yourself, geez.” Brenda pointedly looked away from Chloe, the latter’s hand back inside her panties.

Chloe huffed, leaning back on her free hand. “It’s my room. Feel free to leave if you don’t wanna watch.”

“Yeah. Stay in here tonight. Kay?” Brenda gave Chloe a squinty eye look.

“Yes, mother.” The sarcasm of the retort died out in a whimper that sent Brenda to the doorway.

“I mean it, Chloe.” Brenda sighed at the yelp from down the hall and Chloe’s needy groan in response. “Goodnight, Chloe.”

***

Breakfast was a quiet affair, everyone suffering from some degree of a hangover. Showers and coffee seemed to perk everyone up enough for Amy to confirm their plans for mini golf.

Everyone drove separately to the amusement park, mini golf the only real plans for the day. Sarah met them there, looking like she’d had to recover from a nasty hangover too.

A full game was purchased, clubs and balls selected. Brenda kept the score cards to herself, determined to keep track. Ashley clucked her tongue and took all but one scorecard, chucking the rest in the nearest trash bin.

“This game is strictly for fun. No score keeping.” she teasingly scolded the taller girl.

“Keeping score is fun! Especially when I’m winning!” Brenda kissed her golfball, green like her favorite lucky swimming cap.

“And when I’m winning?” Amy asked, strolling behind them, hand in hand with Rebecca.

“That’s when I have to step up my game. Work on strategy. Angles and such.” Brenda tucked the empty card into her jeans pocket and marched to the first hole.

The first 9 holes were played with relaxed competitive banter amongst the girls. Lots of jabs about form, forcefulness, and aim. There were just as many retorts about sunlight in eyes, low blowing cross breezes, and unauthorized dents in both the green and the balls.

By the 11th hole, there was a marked change, both Amy and Brenda taking more care in their shots, Rebecca sneaking looks at the scorecard. JJ decided to nose her way in while neither one was paying attention, keeping her shots under par and slowly gaining on them.

Ashley, Chloe, and Sarah caught on quickly, Sarah having been delegated to honorary score keeper when her ball bounced off the course into the water. The bespectacled brunette very slyly kept the two competing against each other, neglecting to mention when JJ took the lead by a slim margin at the 16th hole.

Rebecca realized what was up when, at the next hole, Ashley gave JJ a good luck kiss and Chloe commented that JJ didn’t need any extra luck, she was doing just fine. The redhead snuck a look over Sarah’s head, her indignant gasp almost messing up JJ’s shot.

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Author note: If you are familiar with my previous submissions, you should know that I tend to leave a lot to the imagination in my stories. This one is no exception. Big thanks to GaiusPetronius for the edits, comments, and eagle eyes.

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“Redhead by the bar,” I nudged Michael. He raised his eyes, found her, then winced. “Too sexy for me?”

He nodded, “Too sexy for you,” then slowly sipped his soda.

“I thought so.” She looked again in my direction. I froze, caught staring for the umpteenth time.

The first time I noticed her was earlier that night. I was sweeping the pub with my eyes when they landed straight on hers. She smiled, nodded discreetly, and turned away, leaving me confused and embarrassed, as if I had been the one snooping.

Try as I might, for the next half hour, I couldn’t keep my eyes away from her. I’d force them to look in a different direction; then, the moment I let go of my conscious control, I would find myself doing the very thing I wanted to avoid. The harder I tried, the faster I failed, and she seemed to derive a weird pleasure from it.

Every time my eyes landed on hers, I found her looking at me too, with an amused smirk. She wasn’t trying to hide it while I was struggling to be as subtle as possible. In our twisted game of stares, she had found a way to remove the element of surprise and operate with an obvious home-field advantage. And each one of her looks felt like a dare not to come back, a dare she knew I would lose sooner than later, and repeatedly.

But how could I possibly win? How could I forbid my eyes the pleasure of watching her? Everything, every single thing about her was tempting yet oddly innocent. She kept tilting her head cutely but at just the right angle to make her short red hair shimmer under the pub’s few lights. And her bar stool had no back support so she alternated between leaning slightly forward or back, the first position making me feel like I owned the world because she would focus on me, the second accentuating her chest and superiority. She was also swaying her legs or hooking them back under the stool, all while showing a lot of tanned skin through her mid-thigh shorts, but not enough, not nearly enough to appease my hungry eyes.

Yet despite everything nonchalantly feminine about her, there was something boyish in her looks and demeanor that I couldn’t pinpoint. It was that particular androgynous mix that took my breath away every time I looked at her.

I wanted to be the one she seduced and the one she succumbed to, the one she led and the one she followed, the one she pinned down and the one peering down at her. I wanted to possess the 100% woman in her and be swept off my feet by the 60% man.

“But then again, tonight is all about getting you out of your comfort zone.” I felt something tugging at my wrist, pulling me up. Michael stood in front of me, encouraging. With my hand in tow, he started walking.

It was only then, when I looked at her and noticed the distance between us getting shorter, that I understood that he was guiding me toward her. Her smile quickly transformed into a grin, her eyes darted once to see Michael’s hand pulling mine then returned to me bemusedly, and her fingers tapped excitedly on the scotch glass she was holding.

I would have frozen in place, were I given the chance, but Michael’s pull was tight and determined. I lowered my eyes, willed the ground to crumble beneath my feet and swallow me whole, and prayed that there was another redhead at the bar whom he was taking me to.

Michael stopped and I almost bumped into him, mesmerized as I was by the toned and tanned calves that had now entered my field of vision.

Ah, calves! There is something unassumingly sexy about those back leg muscles that always tickles my imagination. The way they so visibly contract and relax, the sheer power they carry by holding and propelling an entire body forward while it walks, runs, or climbs stairs, and the forgotten delicacy of their form and tone.

While others would stare at asses, abs, thighs, or chests, I can get transfixed by the sight of a woman’s bare or pantyhose-clad calves, imagining what it would feel like to caress them, stretch them, and slowly tickle every single erogenous zone on them, especially the folding juncture on the back of the knee.

“Haaaaaave you met Red?”

Despite all my embarrassment and cluelessness, Michael’s pale attempt at being a wingman caught me off-guard. The difference between my expectations and struggles and his feeble attempt at humor was too absurd not to laugh at. I finally raised my head and eyebrows simultaneously, and asked him while giggling, “Seriously? That’s the line you’ve settled on?”

“You know I’ve been on a How I Met Your Mother binge!” He shrugged at me. “Kidding aside, you have red hair,” he pointed at her, “her name is Red,” he pointed at me, “you two should totally hit it off.”

I was about to smile at his unfailing logic when I heard a throaty bursa escort laugh. I turned in her direction and felt the ground beneath me shake. She had thrown her head back and was chuckling heartily, her neck expanding and vibrating, her chest rising and falling, her teeth and lipstick glowing with the same intensity.

I gulped and willed my body to stay steady, forcing my knees to hold me up and my hands to remain by my side.

“Excellent,” Michael grinned. “The ice has been broken and although I need some with my soda refill, I will go ask the bartender for it.” He seemed too happy with his joke that he didn’t wait for our reaction, laughed by himself, and walked away.

I glared at him, angry at his shenanigans, partly thankful for his prompt retreat, and mostly terrified to be left alone with her. He leaned at the bar a few feet away, gestured to her, me, his hair, and then encouraged us to talk before turning back to the bartender.

“Worst. Wingman. Ever.” I finally said, bringing my eyes back to her.

“Oh no, he totally sold me on you,” she smiled.

I tried not to let her husky tone impress me, erase my words, or steal my wits. “You have red hair, my name is Red. What better reason could there be for you to talk to me?” I chuckled and applauded myself internally for remaining cool and casual.

“Well, there’s the fact that you are gorgeous,” came the immediate reply, followed by a suggestive stare.

Cool and casual? Right. My breath caught in my chest and I felt my lips transform into an O. No sound came out.

“You must have noticed that I’ve been looking at you all night, and honestly, I was about to go talk to you. You just saved me the walk,” she paused and pointed to Michael, “and the embarrassment of not having a wingman as awesome as yours.”

“Really?” I could barely believe her admission.

“Oh yes. Us redheads, we never lie,” she winked then leaned forward a bit, focused her eyes on mine, and shifted to a more serious tone and expression. “Except about our hair. I’ll let you in on a secret, it’s almost never naturally red,” she continued then leaned further, this time brushing her chest against my arm, stopping her head next to mine, with an uncanny mix of solemnity and playfulness in her eyes. I stood motionless, glancing at her hair and cheek, and heard her whisper in my right ear, “and I have a very small dark patch of hair that would attest to that.”

My breath caught again in my throat, the air finding it impossible to pass through the dryness of my mouth and lungs. My mind wandered to the vision she had created, one of her small patch of dark hair and all the things I would give up for the privilege of seeing it, touching it, smelling it, and tasting it.

I finally let out a loud sigh, which suddenly made her realize what she had just said. She straightened quickly, widened her eyes, and slapped her palms over her mouth, equally embarrassed and bemused. I couldn’t but laugh.

“Too much information for the first minutes of a chat with a stranger?” She asked, after letting her hands fall.

I nodded and feigned a horrified expression, “Shit got real!”

“OK, let’s start over. Hi, I’m Linda,” she stopped. “What’s that face?”

“What face?”

“You winced when I said I’m Linda.”

I couldn’t tell if she was seriously offended or just poking fun. “I… I just expected you to have a sexier name,” I stuttered and looked away.

“Are you saying my name isn’t sexy?” This time, I could hear the playfulness in her tone. I had to hold up my end of the game.

“I’m saying you are sexier than your name, Linda.” Her eyes reflected her surprise. She dropped her head back and her throaty laugh returned to enchant my senses.

“Good save!” She finally let out. “Let me buy you a drink, Red,” she tapped with a hand on her empty glass and with the other on the bar stool next to her. “You know, not all of us were blessed with parents who took the time to pick out a unique name for them. But you can call me Lin, if that better matches your standards of name sexiness.”

I raised myself next to her and watched as she swiveled back toward the bar and got the bartender’s attention. She ordered us two glasses of scotch, without even bothering to ask if that was what I preferred.

“Cheers, Red,” she raised her glass.

I followed suite, sipped, and swirled the whisky slowly in my mouth before swallowing. When I put my glass down, I noticed her grinning at me. I furrowed my eyebrows questioningly.

“I like a woman who can appreciate her liquor.” I blushed and lowered my head. “So, why Red?” I sighed. “I’m sorry. I guess you get that question all the time.”

“No, no. It’s just that my mother had such a terrible experience with her pregnancy that she wished she would go back to regular menstruations. Hence, she wished for Red.” I shook my head almost desperately and laughed internally at the horrified look on her face. When I knew I had stunned her into complete escort bursa and awkward silence, I broke into laughter and felt my heart bounce when she joined me. I would do anything to hear that laugh again and again.

“You almost had me!”

“Not almost, Lin,” I corrected with a lower tone and a subliminal message about the different ways that I had her. “I’m Red because my parents own a vineyard in rural France, and they are quite passionate about their bottles of red.”

“So you’re a fine product of love and not a nauseating result of cramps?”

“Exactly.”

“It still has to be proven,” she paused to sip and savor her scotch, “your greatness compared to red wine, I mean. You do look just as inviting, just as rich, ripe, and full-bodied,” she smiled as I blushed again, “but I can’t say anything about the actual taste,” she winked, “yet.”

I gulped again and turned to my glass. As I buried my tongue in its contents, I tried not to think of the experiment she would perform to prove that theory. When I finally felt some semblance of control over my mind had been restored, I turned to see her fluff her hair with her raised hand.

Her loose shirt sleeve hung down, revealing her upper arm and a hint of her shoulder. If calves were my Achilles Heel, upper arms and shoulders were my kryptonite. I didn’t like them excessively muscular or exceptionally thin, but just meaty enough with a visible muscle tone, exactly like hers. I could spend hours just strolling my fingers up and down, bringing my lips to kiss every inch of them, getting tickled by each contact with the incredibly smooth skin there.

I wanted to bite them and feel them tighten below my teeth, awaken a rage in them that would grab me and push me against the bar, and watch as they contracted just enough to hold me imprisoned below them. What higher purpose in life was there than to be possessed by those arms?

She caught me staring again. I had to seem smart, say something witty about the situation but my battle, just like my common sense, was lost to her arms.

“I thought about dyeing mine, but decided against it,” I finally blurted.

It took her a second to understand that I was talking about her red hair. “Too obvious I suppose?”

“Yes.”

She nodded. “Besides, when someone calls you Red, you wouldn’t be able to tell if they really know you or they are referring to your hair.”

“Exactly! You get it.” When I noticed that my palm had instinctively reached out to tap her playfully on the arm, that same arm I had been fantasizing about, it was already too late to stop the movement. I watched, slightly entranced, as my fingers made contact with her, and my goosebumps rose while my arousal leaked.

“So you did not dye your hair,” she quietly murmured while lowering her eyes toward the newly formed contact between us.

“I did not dye my hair.” I quickly retrieved my hand. My fingers felt naked now without her skin beneath them.

“That’s hardly a secret though.”

“It wasn’t meant to be.”

“Oh, so you won’t reciprocate my wildly inappropriate information-sharing incident?” She smiled again, devilishly.

“I fully intend to avoid that hairy debate.” I tried to keep a serious attitude but my joy over the brilliant wordplay was too obvious to contain. My lips curled up into a smile.

She threw her head back and laughed again. I basked in the glory of the moment. It was the fourth time, I counted, and the third one triggered by me. If I kept trying, I may have enough in me to earn a dozen more of those priceless gifts.

“Your ability to spin words doesn’t get you out of this, Red.” She shook her index finger. “You owe me a secret and I fully intend to collect it.”

“Alright. But I can’t think of anything now,” I lied. “We’ll circle back to it later.”

“Oh I’ll make sure we do,” she partially caved. “So France, eh? I knew there was something different about your accent.”

“Ah oui!”

Her eyes shone instantly. “I have a thing for French,” she admitted. “The language, the accent, the attitude, they get to me.”

“Really?” I asked while rolling my R like it was my life’s mission.

“This is not fair!” She tapped her hand on the bar, faking outrage in a desperate attempt to conceal her blush.

“Mais pourquoi?” If my perfect French was my chance to win her over, I was dead set on seizing every advantage.

She fixed her eyes on mine and started fanning her face with her hand. I smiled proudly and waited for her to find her words again. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”

My grin widened in an inaudible admission that, in fact, I knew exactly what I was doing to her and I planned on doing more of it. But I stayed silent this time, teasingly.

When she realized that I wasn’t going to say anything, she straightened her back and called my bluff. “Alright, I’ll play the game. Can you please say something in French? Anything really. You can tell me that you forgot and left your bursa escort bayan dishwasher on for all I care, I won’t understand a word.”

If we were playing that game, I definitely had to throw a few more cards on the table. In that brief moment, all of my shyness and insecurities were gone, and I was in complete control of every muscle in my body. I leaned toward her, placed my hand on her thigh, brought my lips to her ear, and whispered with my most French and husky tone, “J’ai envie de toi.”

A shudder coursed through her. It reverberated in her spine, slightly shaking her head, and descended to her feet, making the hand that I had on her thigh tremble. My heart stopped beating, my breath caught, and every single organ in my body took a hiatus from its regular function to enjoy this rare moment of superiority, this brief instant where I owned every single cell and atom of her.

Then, encouraged by its success thus far, my hand traveled higher and inwardly on her thigh, almost reaching the juncture with her lower abdomen. “J’ai vraiment envie de toi,” I repeated in her ear then, finally succumbing to my cowardly nature, I retreated.

My hand went directly to the scotch glass, anxious to hold anything, to not feel useless now that it wasn’t on her anymore. The cold of the glass shook my senses, contrasting with my adrenaline rush and the warmth of her touch. I tried not to look at her, not to agonize over her reaction. I had to stay serene, pretend that this hadn’t just happened, that I hadn’t admitted my attraction to her in such an overt move, that I hadn’t basically assaulted her without her consent.

“I will give you back this paper, which I hope you won’t need anymore, and bid you adieu.” Michael was standing behind us, arm outstretched, waiting for me to take the paper back.

I had almost forgotten all about that. My eyes darted to hers, then we both looked at the folded white A4, and back at each other. My hands were faster, as they flew and grabbed it before she even had time to raise hers.

I saw Michael curtsey awkwardly from the corner of my eye. “I believe I am leaving you in very gentle and friendly hands,” were his last words before walking away. I was so busy panicking while making the paper disappear as fast as possible that I didn’t say goodbye.

Suddenly a new hand entered my exponentially narrowing field of vision. She placed it on top of mine, which was folding the paper further and shoving it into my clutch in one swift and clumsy movement. “What’s the paper for?”

“Nothing important,” I lied.

“Oh no. No no no. You are not getting away with this,” she gently tapped on my hand.

“Nope. Not going to play this game.” My answer was brutal and unequivocal, cut and dried.

“I recall you owing me a secret. I want that paper.” She tugged gently and plastered a devilishly cute smile on her face.

Realizing that she wasn’t going to let it go, literally or figuratively, I tried to dissuade her through deflection, by downplaying the paper’s importance. I took it out of my clutch, placed it on the bar in front of us, and said nonchalantly, “You’re wasting your secret on this paper?”

“Yes,” came the very firm affirmative.

“I’m telling you, there’s nothing important there. Pick something else,” I took my hand away and left the paper unattended. This was my last bluff, and I barely stopped myself before caving, grabbing it, and running away.

“I want this,” she kept her hand near it but didn’t make a move yet. “If it’s nothing then it’s too bad for me and you’ll be free.”

“Alright,” I pushed once more, hoping against all hope that it would work this time. “But trust me, you’re wasting your secret on nothing.”

She smiled, finally back to her regular assertive self. My few seconds of superiority were long since forgotten, the vibrations in the air around us only caused by the music and crowd, and no longer by the shudder I had provoked in her.

She reached out her hand, eyes fixed on me, observing my every reaction. I struggled not to flinch, although internally, I was trembling like a leaf on a windy day. She finally grabbed it and unfolded it. I looked away, embarrassed and terrified. Why did I let her have it?

“I’ve never kissed a girl before.” She read the words that betrayed my deepest secret. “Will you,” she stammered, “be,” her voice caught in her throat, “my first?”

I looked at the dancefloor but saw nothing beyond the glassy dark filter that had now imbued my eyes. All of my insecurities came rushing inside me in an avalanche of unspoken words and denied feelings, a tornado of confused years and unresolved fears.

You know how the most obvious solution is sometimes the hardest to find? That was my life’s story. Actually, I hadn’t been asking the right question to begin with, and when I did and finally found the answer, it all made sense in a terrifyingly clear way. Had I spent my entire teenage life and the first years of my adult one in blissful ignorance or in subconscious denial? I don’t know. What I knew was that despite growing up as the one person who had the curiosity to explain and understand everything and everyone, I had inexplicably failed to understand myself until my late twenties.

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“I dread coming to the office everyday”.

We were sitting eating our lunch in the common area of our shared office space. Me and the two other women in the office doing our twice weekly eat, gab and gossip session in the lunchroom.

“I thought you loved your job Maggie. Don’t tell us you’re thinking of leaving,” responded Leigh. I would miss you so much.”

“No, I’m not leaving. It’s just these men in our office. Blue, gray, black. Blue, gray, black. You would think those were the only colors God ever created. There are so many great men’s clothes out there in so many great colors. And our guys wear the drabbest dullest colors on the planet. And in the dead of winter it would be nice to look up and see something bright and colorful.”

Sasha piped up, “I agree but somehow I don’t see any of our guys wearing other colors like yellow or orange.”

“or purple or pink,” added Leigh.

I laughed, spitting out some of my lunch, “Pink! Oh my god. If one our guys wore a pink shirt I’d drop to my knees and blow him right in the office.”

Leigh and Sasha joined me in the biggest belly laugh we had shared in a long while.

“Sorry,” started Sasha trying to get her words out between laughs, “I just had this image of you on your knees in front of Hank sucking his little cock while everyone in the office just kept going about their business like nothing unusual was happening.”

We all laughed harder. People were starting to look at us disapprovingly.

“And the toughest part of that image for me to complete is not Maggie on her knees sucking cock but Hank wearing a pink shirt,” Leigh continued Sasha’s line of thought her head falling forward then back, her hand slapping the top of the table.

That was it, we were all wiping tears from our eyes laughing so hard we were unable to talk.

“We’re going to hold you to it Maggie,” Leigh squeaked out between laughs, “someone wears a pink a shirt and you have to suck his cock.”

Our laughter continued, “And we have to watch so we can confirm you followed through,” Sasha added.

Our noise level was getting out of hand. The few people at the other end of the lunch room were packing their unfinished lunches and leaving. I leaned into my friends and in a lower voice said, “I’m so sure it won’t happen, I will agree to fuck the first guy who wears a pink shirt and you all can watch.”

Upping the ante Sasha said “I think you should agree to let him fuck you’re tight little ass since you’re so sure it isn’t going to happen.”

“Please. That’s my tight little virgin ass to you. Show some respect. No cock will ever pass up that pathway as long as I’m awake to have any say in the matter.”

I laughed, Sasha was doubled over, Leigh sat up and said, “You’re on. What are the ground rules?”

I shrugged my shoulders, “I don’t care, because I will never have to pay up. You decide the rules.”

“Okay, enough of this,” Sasha interrupted, “Now, before we have to get back to work, tell us all about your +1 wedding adventure on Saturday.”

I went through the whole night in every detail, telling them what a nice guy Matt was. Polite, a real gentleman, and more handsome than anyone needs to be. The night was going well. We were having a lot of fun laughing, drinking, and dancing. All night I wandered between not-so-horny and oh-god-fuck-me-now horny mostly because Matt was just so damn gorgeous and also because it had been a month since I’d had a god fucking. It seemed like the night would end rather calmly with me making love to Ricky, my friendly never fail me vibrator. All the heat seemed to have dissipated while saying goodbye to other guests and waiting for our cab. We turned to small talk. The cab drove up. We got in, gave him my address, he starts to pull away and WHAM, Matt is all over me in the back seat. By the time we’re outside my place I’m sliding my dress down and Matt is tucking his cock back in his pants while trying to pay the driver. In the elevator, my panties are around my ankles, by the time we reach my floor and Matt’s face is dripping in my pussy juices. We don’t get past the kitchen before Matt has me bent over the counter ramming me from behind and I’m screaming for more. We were fucking and sucking into the wee hours of the morning on Sunday. In fact, I’m still a little sore in a couple of places and my jaw is a bit stiff. I have to admit, sharing the story did bring a smile to my face and a damp spot to my underwear.

Tom came by and said Leigh was needed so I had to end my story with a promise to continue on Friday, not that there was much more to tell except a few details if they were interested in the minutia of my love making.

I got back to my desk and looked around the office and wondered what each of these guys might be like if any of them decided to wear pink. Hank was an older Asian man who I wouldn’t want to ever be naked with but I was pretty certain he would never wear pink. The Lithuanian twins were too “manly” to ever wear pink so I wasn’t worried about them other than their aggression in the bedroom may be fun but not for a first anal experience… ouch. I winced just thinking about it. Tom was a handsome guy. I would probably pick him if I had to choose someone, but pink. Not on your life. There was a little too much hockey player in that man to ever be caught wearing pink. The Serb, the Russian, I’m not even sure they would be seen with bursa escort their wife if she was wearing pink and they wore the most drab colours of everyone. Colton, him maybe. He was of an older generation. Probably old enough to be my father. He had worn red once or twice, and some nice browns, a deep maroon shirt. He might be okay if I had to do it with him, but I seriously doubt at his age that he could keep up with me.

Well, that was my potential stable of would be lovers but when I considered the possibilities, other than on a fluke there may be, may be one guy who would wear pink but I still highly doubted it.

The next three days were the old drab days. More blues, greys and blacks. I went for lunch each day looking at the handsome colorful guys from all the offices around us and sighed several times imagining the distractions they would be if I worked with them. On Friday Sasha, Leigh and I grabbed food and sat in the lunchroom. After the usual small talk Leigh pulled out a piece of paper.

“Here are the ground rules Maggie.”

The drabness of our men had been so constant I had already forgotten about the stupid bet.

Maggie’s Ground Rules:

1.If any man in the office wears pink, I will get him to ass-fuck me that very day.

2.I will get him to ass fuck me in the teleconference room so Sasha and Leigh are able to watch using the telecom camera and confirm I have complied with rule number one.

3.Should I fail to comply with rule number one I will be forced to give every guy in the office a blow job over the following two weeks.

That was it. I looked up and my two friends had the biggest cheesiest grins I had ever seen them wear. I looked back at the page. No way were they going to win.

“Okay, first, this only applies to the men currently in the office. No new hires. And it must be a decidedly pink shirt, not some shirt with a hint of pink in it.”

They looked at each other and nodded. “Sure. That’s fair,” they agreed.

“Second,” I continued, “there has to be a time limit on this. Let’s say 2 months?”

They looked at each other. Sasha turned to me and said, “How about 3 months?”

“Okay, 3 months,” I said. “And lastly, there has to be some consequence for you two should I win.”

They weren’t expecting that. “Wait a second. No way.”

“Well I can’t be the only one with skin in this game.”

We all argued a little and they finally agreed in principle but now to decide what.

I finally said, “Well, I have to do something I haven’t done before, so it should be the same for you two.”

“I’ve had anal sex,” Sasha was quick to point out. “Me too,” echoed Leigh.

“More than one guy at a time?” I asked

“Two for me.” Was Sasha’s quick reply.

“I’ve done three,” Leigh said, adding, “not that I’m bragging or anything.”

What have I been doing all my life. I thought I was adventurous in bed. Obviously not. And I smiled at my friends.

“So that would probably take care of multiple blow jobs, having an audience, and double penetration.”

“Check, check and check.” My two cheeky friends said feeling confident about them getting out of this.

“Bondage? S&M? Spanking? Domination?”

“All done.”

“Me too”

I was about to give up myself.

“What’s left?” I pondered out loud. “Making love to each other.” I quipped.

Silence. Absolute dead silence. Sasha and Leigh looked at each other, then at me.

“Of course. Make love to each other and I get to watch. Oh. I love this. Have either of you ever made love to another woman?”

Silence again. Just a slow shaking of their head.

“Oh you two are so smart. So here’s the deal. If after three months there have been no pink shirts, each of you will make love, not to each other but with me. Seeing as how I’m the one with this experience, it’s only right that I teach you both while the other watches.”

They shrugged looked at me, Sasha held out her hand and said “Deal.” I shook her hand. Leigh looked at both of us, conceded defeat and held out her hand and the deal was sealed.

“Monday is the 10th of February. That will be our first day,” I proclaimed. Sasha and Leigh nodded their agreement. “May 9th will be Lesbian party day if we’ve seen no pinks shirts. Ooo, I can’t wait.”

The days of blue, gray, black passed turning into weeks. It was in the 9th week on a Wednesday. Leigh met me in the hall just outside the office area. A big smile on her face, “Today might be the day, Maggie.” I looked at her unknowingly and walked in the office. Out of the corner of my I saw a white shirt with a pale colored stripe. Colton. Damn. But at first glance it didn’t look pink to me.

I went to my desk, sat down and started my day. I glanced at Colton’s shirt a couple of times but from where I sat I couldn’t decide whether or not it was a pink stripe.

I wasn’t there 10 minutes when Sasha sauntered over to my desk with a big smile on her face. She leaned in close to me looking at me laptop screen like she was talking to me about work. “I hope your ass is ready to be probed today. I think that might be a pink shirt over there in that corner.” She stood up and left. Her beautiful backside seeming to have just a little extra swing to it.

An hour or so into my day Colton came to talk to Leigh. Leigh sits next to me in our little office space.

When they were escort bursa done, Colton turned and said, “Hi Margaret” (he always called me Margaret which, inside I appreciated in our professional environment), “how’s your day going?”

“Hi Colton. It’s a pretty normal day so far, but it’s all good. That’s a great shirt you’re wearing. What color are those stripes? They’re an interesting color.”

“Thank you Margaret.” Colton said looking down at his shirt. “The colour? I would say they’re a pale purple. I think some people might say mauve. But I’m no color expert so I’m not sure what to call it.”

I heard a muffled ‘Damn’ come from Leigh.

“Everything okay Leigh?” Colton asked spinning around to offer any assistance Leigh may need.

“Oh it’s nothing. I’m fine. Just something I heard, I mean read. Nothing really.”

Colton’s actions, if taken in isolation, might be considered passes or too attentive for an office environment, but he was like that with everyone. Initially I thought the man was coming on to me, but then I thought he was coming on to everyone and then I decided, it was just his way. He was almost too nice to everyone. Women and men alike.

“So Colton, back to your shirt color. I really like it. I was thinking it might be pink but,”

“Oh. It’s definitely not pink.” He said interrupting me, “That I know for certain. I know what pink is and this is definitely not pink.”

I reached out and touched his shirt pretending to examine the color a bit more closely, but really I was hiding the big laugh I was just barely able to supress.

“Mauve. I agree Colton. I would say it’s mauve, definitely not pink. And it is a really nice shirt.”

“Thanks again Margaret. I have to get back to the grind. Enjoy your day.” And Colton turned to walk back to his desk.

I immediately banged out an email to my two friends. The subject was “Virginity remains intact”. The message simply read. “Mauve not pink as confirmed by owner and wearer and witnessed by one of you.?”

Sasha was walking into our area almost before I could return to my regular work. This time it was me wearing the huge smile.

“Hi Leigh and Maggie, do you have time to come to my office for a quick meeting? There are a couple of things I need to discuss with you.”

“Sure.” We both replied standing up from our desks in unison.

I followed both of them to Sasha’s office smiling all the way and for the first time really noticing how well they both moved and what great figures culminating in nice asses they both possessed. My mind flashed an image of both of them walking in just their underwear. I supressed a moan and shook my head to clear the image.

As she closed the door behind us Sasha started in on me in a firm teasing kind of way.

“You lucky little witch. I can’t believe how boring these guys are but how close we just came. Leigh, what’s this about you being a witness? I thought we had agreed to argue it is a pink shirt.”

“Look Sasha. I’m getting as nervous as you are about my first lesbian experience. I’m not sure I really want to make love to another woman.”

“No less than I want a guy’s cock in my ass I’m sure. But that’s what I agreed to and being my lover is what you agreed to,” I responded. ” I would let you end the bet right now but I’m pretty sure I’m going to win so no way.”

“I know. I know,” Leigh said, “but I didn’t think it would happen. All I could see in mind my mind’s eye was you bent over the conference room table and some guy sliding his cock between your cheeks. I hadn’t considered my lips on yours, our bodies touching you touching me. Well, I don’t think my mind’s eye was capable of creating an image of me making love to a woman.”

I just sat there smiling, and getting a little horny listening to Leigh talk about us making love, her for the first time with a woman.

Sasha was shaking her head and almost laughing, “Okay,” she said with a big smile on her face, “I just wanted to tell Maggie how lucky she is, how close she came to losing and that she better watch out. Colton just might be her next lover.”

“Want to go double or nothing on the bet Sasha?” I quipped feeling my confidence growing and feeling theirs waning.

“No way!” shouted Leigh.

“Hey, don’t be so fast to knock something you haven’t tried beautiful.” I said patting Leigh on the knee and trying to sound sexy and alluring while trying not to laugh.

Sasha laughed. Almost immediately I echoed her chuckles. I’m not sure Leigh was initially amused, but she lowered her head and said “You two. I guess if I’m going to do this, I would rather it be with you than anyone else.”

On the morning of April 28, the start of the 11th week of our bet, I began the morning by sending Leigh and Sasha an email with the subject “10 of 12” and a message that said “only two weeks to go.”

Over the next two weeks I started to pay more attention to the bodies of my soon to be lovers, though my confidence was feeling a little shaky. In the days since the “mauve” incident, Colton had worn a white shirt with broad purple stripes one day and blue shirt with a white stripe and fine pink stripe another. I was happy I changed the ground rules to say the shirt had to be decidedly pink otherwise I may have had a fight on my hands. None of the other guys in the office we changing their drab ways but Colton was pushing out bursa escort bayan the boundaries and rushing head long towards a pink shirt. I was getting nervous.

Both of the ladies have beautiful faces framed in natural blond hair. Sasha has an incredible body. Her top half is petite with nice a firm A-cup breasts a tight core, firm abs and a tiny waist. From her waist there is a quick flare to well-shaped hips a stunning rear-end and meaty strong thighs. I imagined how tightly her pussy sat high between her thighs. How my fingers would feel parting her lips then probing between them. And her mouth and tongue, I longed to feel my mouth pressed against hers and her mouth on my pussy, her tongue in my pussy. Those thoughts always made me squeeze my thighs together and apply pressure on my cunt to match what my mind was anticipating. Sasha was certainly more adventurous than Leigh. I was confident she would embrace our Lesbian Party with eagerness and gusto so she could fully enjoy the new experience.

Leigh is taller than Sasha, and me. Her legs long, her breasts probably a d-cup I knew I would get lost in. She always stood beside me and leaned on my desk when we talked work. It was in these last two weeks I realized she was offering me a look down her blouse (I don’t think she ever realized she was doing it). But her low cut tops fell open exposing her full well shaped breasts and symmetrical areolas and nipples. Leigh has an overall well-proportioned body, almost perfectly proportioned I would say. But what always caught my attention, what I couldn’t stop looking at, was the angle at which her bodice slid from her navel down between her legs to where her pussy lived. It was so damn captivating that every time she walked past I had to look at it.

On the morning of the 9th of May I did a quick scan of the men in the office and pumped my fist. No pink shirts. I had won. I sent Sasha and Leigh a meeting invite from 6pm – 8pm in the teleconference room. The meeting topic was: “New techniques and experiences”. The agenda: 1. Sharing my experiences and how to apply my techniques to improve office moral. 2. Leigh attempts to apply my ideas and gives feedback. 3. Sasha attempts to apply my ideas and gives feedback. NOTE: We can switch the order of 2 and 3. Within seconds of sending the invite Leigh got up from her desk and left our space. A few minutes later Sasha sent me an IM and asked me to come to her office. I responded “be there in 2 minutes”.

I walked into Sasha’s office. Leigh was sitting there and wouldn’t look at me.

“Hi Maggie,” Sasha started.

“Hi. What’s up?”

“Umm, Leigh can’t do this tonight, she has plans.”

“Change them,” I said without emotion.

“Well, I can’t,” Leigh said softly.

“Sure you can.”

I wasn’t surprised by this tactic, in fact I had anticipated it.

“She’s made plans to meet some friends for drinks and…”

I interrupted Sasha, “And if I had made plans and Colton or Tom wore a pink shirt today would either of you let me postpone my ass-fucking until tomorrow?”

I paused. Leigh looked at Sasha pleadingly. Sasha started to speak “Well,”

I interrupted again. “Well no, in the right answer Sasha. And if Stephen had said to you today at 3:00pm, ‘I need both of you to stay until 8:00’, you would both be on the phone cancelling any plans you had.”

I looked right at Leigh. “Leigh,” I waited for her to look me in the eyes, “when we’re done here you will go and phone or text your friends and tell them something has come up at work and you will either meet them later or another night, just like you would have done if Stephen had told you to work late tonight.”

I stood up. As I left the room I said to them without looking back, “I will see both of you at 6:00.”

I closed Sasha’s door behind me.

When I got back to my desk I decided to test the camera in the teleconference room. Once Sasha had said her and Leigh could watch me if I had lost the bet, I asked Tom about controlling the camera from a laptop if that was possible. He had shipped me a link to download some software and a user guide. It was time to test it out. I booked the meeting room for 30 minutes then using the software I started the camera. There was the capability of moving the camera from left to right and up and down slightly. Once I understood what the camera’s range of motion was, I went to the room to determine the best place to stand to record the night’s activities. I turned all the lights on and began moving about the room then adjusting the camera to find me. The camera controls were backwards when I was facing the screen. I laughed at my frustration sorting out left from right. I turned around to examine the room. There were no windows in the room. This was done on purpose so the lighting would remain very consistent during teleconferences. I decided to start from half way back in the room. This would allow me to quickly eliminate half the room. I looked down at the screen. ‘Hey. Nice ass Maggie.’ I thought to myself. Those workouts are really producing some nice results. No wonder all the guys lift their heads when I walk by. I would do the same if someone in the office had an ass this nice; man or woman. I adjusted the zoom. That works. And hey, left and right work when my back is to the camera. I smiled at accidently discovering the most obvious way to make the camera adjustments easy to manage. I walked 5 steps towards the back of the room and adjusted the zoom again. Not bad I thought but I filled the screen. Two people wouldn’t fit well in the shot and if we moved the least bit one way or the other one or both of us would be of camera.

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The morning felt gloomy; though it shouldn’t come as a surprise to me considering I feel this way almost every morning. I have such a pessimistic view of life that I don’t think anything could ever cheer me up. My mornings in the hospital—yes, I’m a doctor—always follow the same bore some route — come in by 8.00 am, do my rounds with nurse Jennifer on tow. I always ask my patients the same questions and I always give them the same re-assurances.

I live a very boring life. The hospital is mostly my whole life, yet, I’m not happy there. I live alone in my small 3 bed room duplex. Any form of commitment scares the shit out of me. I am not committed neither do I want to be. I have a standing arrangement with my neighbor, who comes around every Tuesdays and Fridays to fuck my brains out after doing some joint — just plain sex, no strings. My neighbor Richard is not totally turn-head handsome, but he is neat; which is exactly what really matters to me. The sex is not exactly great but I usually manage to get off which helps a lot in reducing the stress.

I live a shitty life. I spend most of my time at the hospital. When I do get home late in the evening, I smoke till I get blurry eyed, and then fell into bed and toss around till morning. I don’t know what is wrong with me. I feel that I am going gradually insane, rolling down the hill. I even went to see a couple of therapists for awhile, but, I had to stop whenever they started getting too close.

Presently, I concluded my rounds and entered the doctors’ lounge. I went straight to the coffee maker and brewed a cup for myself. I turned around and nodded to a few of my colleagues around before taking a seat. Immediately I sat, the door opens and in walks Dr. Bette Grandfield. She waltzed in and bestowed a radiant smile on everyone in the room before grabbing her own coffee.

I sat sipping my coffee, watching Dr. Grandfield chatting up the guys. I watch them silently, almost jealously at the ease with which she could rapport with them. As the guys start leaving, one after the other, Dr. Grandfield turn and start walking towards me. When she got to me, she mumbled something and sat down. I turned my head in her direction and she gave me a radiant smile. She had an easy take on life and why wouldn’t she? She is just pure blond with matching blue eyes, a very beautiful face and body to rhyme. And she is tall too but I am an inch taller than her, which will make her 5: 10″. So, I’m guessing she should be happy because like me, she is not saddled with a skin color that left you hanging — too white to pass for black and not white enough to belong there, either. All through school, all my black friends never really trusted me. They all viewed me as an outsider and a traitor among them because they believed I can easily claim to be white if any problem arises. It got so bad I decided to stay on my own and that’s how I have been since, which is the least of my problems.

I turned away from Dr. Grandfield and concentrate on my coffee.

“How is your morning so far?” she asks.

She has a very deep voice which can still go deeper if she reduced her voice to a whisper which I have seen her done a few times while trying to calm a patient. I don’t know why she keeps doing this. This is the third week in a row. She should know by now that I am not interested in chatting with her.

“It went fine,” I mumbled at her.

This is how she usually starts her banter and she doesn’t stop until I walk out on her. As she chattered on, the room empties out until its remaining just us. I was thinking of a polite way to make my exit without seeming rude.

“Nadia?”

I felt a chill ran through my body. I turned to look at her. This is the first time she is using my name and it felt nice to hear it after such a long time away from home. Even my neighbor Richard calls me “Dr. Brown”.

“Yes?” I answered with one raised brow.

“Why are you so unhappy?” She asked, looking me square in the face.

I blinked at her. Talk of surprises. I thought of evading the question but the stare she fixed on me shows she is prepared, but I still had to try.

“Sorry?”

“You heard me” she said as she cocked her head to one side still staring at me.

“And who told you I am unhappy?” I shot back with a little attitude.

She smiled…

“Nadia, even a blind man can sense the sadness in you. You always keep to yourself; you hardly

talk to anyone except on professional level. Since I’ve been here, I hardly seen you smile. I don’t even know if you know how to. What is it? What is wrong? Tell me.”

As she talked, she reached out a hand and touched mine still grasping my mug. I started feeling sorry for myself. I looked at her again. I very much wanted to open up to her. She seems like somebody that will understand, but I can’t trust her. I find it quite hard to trust, I just want to run from her.

“I am not unhappy”, I told her softly still looking at my hands.

“Yes you are. I’ve never seen anyone sadder”. She reached out a hand towards me and I bursa escort instinctively jerked back. I hate to be touched when I’m not prepared for it. But notwithstanding my jerking back, she stretched out her hand and touched my face tenderly. And that did it; I snapped.

“And who made you the judge over me? How dare you sit there and think you know me just because your life is perfect? What do you know about my life? Who gave you the right?” I said standing.

I know I am shouting but I couldn’t stop. I am so angry I thought I could hit her. From the look on her face, I know she is shocked by my outburst, but I feel so rage. I couldn’t remember the last time I felt so enraged –probably before I entered medical school.

“I am not judging you, Nadia. I just want to…” she tried to explain standing too.

“Oh shut up! You want to understand why I am so sad? Ok, I will tell you –do you know how it feels to grow up not knowing where you belong; whether you are black or white? No one group willing to accept you because of fear of the other? To grow up, not having a single friend? To be all alone in the whole world?” I paused to take a breather.

I could feel the hot tears on my cheeks, but, now I couldn’t care less. I just wanted the load off my chest now that I have someone to download them on. I could feel myself shaking all over.

“Do you still want to understand?” I gushed out expelling a shaky breath. She had a sad look on her face which infuriated me even more.

“Nadia…” she started.

“Don’t call me that! Don’t ever call me that!” I shouted at her, all the while poking a finger in her soft chest.

I whirled around to leave. I felt her grab my arm and flipped me around to face her again. I looked into her eyes, surprised at her strength and an instant later, I felt her lips on mine. She has very soft lips and for an instant, I lost all sense of reasoning and returned the kiss with careless abandon while clinging on her like a life- line.

The kiss lasted for a minute, then, I pushed her off. I could feel my legs shaking. I feel like I will crumble to the floor, but I still manage to look her boldly in the face.

“I am so sorry. I…I … I’m … I don’t know…” she began.

“Stay away from me”, I said in ice cold voice and started walking away from her. I wanted to run but forced myself to take one step at a time until I exited.

All through the week and the next, I managed to avoid Dr. Grandfield as best as I could. I rarely enter the doctors’ lounge for morning coffee anymore for fear of meeting her there. Up till now, I could hardly make sense of the kiss. It left me weak- kneed and scared the hell out of me. I have never kissed another girl before, hell! I never even had a friend to kiss and I know that if I hadn’t been raped at seventeen, I could still probably be a virgin. That’s how great my life is.

3 weeks after my encounter with Dr. Grandfield, I’ve managed to put the incident behind me and continued with my boring routine.

Friday night saw me sitting on my couch smoking myself to stupor while waiting for my neighbor to come for our standing appointment. I wonder why he is late today. I am on my 15th stick when the door bell rang. I got up and staggered to the door and flung it open thinking it is Richard, but lo! There she stood, Dr. Grandfield in all her glory. My heart accelerated from beating to jumping in my chest as I eyed her suspiciously.

“May I come in?” she asked softly.

“Why?” I asked blocking the door way

“I feel I owe you an apology and I need to explain something to you,” she said.

I stepped back a little and she brushed past me and I felt the chill again. I gingerly followed her into my sitting room and sat down across from her. I sit patiently waiting for her to say something. Rather she sat quietly staring at her hands. Minutes later, she looked up to me and smiled.

“Can I have something to drink?” she asked.

“Coffee?” I offered.

She nodded and gave me a tiny smile. I walked into my kitchen and got out a goblet and poured a white wine into it. There is no way I am brewing my de-caffeinated coffee for her. I carried the wine into the sitting room and watch her watch me as I sip from it before handing it to her. She took it and held it, making no attempt to drink it. She looked up at me and I stared down at her daring her to complain.

“Thank you,” she said instead

I nodded and went back to my seat.

“I’m sorry about what happened. I shouldn’t have drilled you like that. I’m still ashamed at the way I attacked you. I’ve never done anything like that in my life before, just that you look so cute when you are angry.”

As she said that, she stopped and looked at me. I continued staring at her silently. Maybe she is waiting for me to say something. As I didn’t do anything, she continued.

“I know it’s not an excuse. I very much want to understand you, though I set out doing that on the wrong foot but you’re very beautiful to spend your life alone, you need someone in your escort bursa life.”

She stopped again; waiting .She is probably right about me being beautiful — I have a fair skin, almost white but not quite, with big brown eyes which is the only thing my black father ever gave me. My nose is well defined and pointed, sitting proudly on my oval face guarded by high cheek bones. My paternal grandma once described me as having a proud face — which is her way of telling me I’m pretty; considering what she believes about not telling children of their beauty. I know I still look okay after all these years, although I don’t care how I look anymore.

“Are you giving me the silent treatment?” she asked. I almost laughed, except I have forgotten how to.

“No,” I said shaking my head.

“You said you grew up alone, you never had any friends, but I see a huge wall you fenced around yourself which you refuse to let down for anybody to cross and come close to you.” She continued.

“Dr. Grandfield, you don’t know anything about my life.” I told her quietly.

I don’t want a repeat of what happened the last time at the hospital. So, I am working real hard to be calm and control my voice.

“Then, make me know. I’ve known you for a while now, yet, you are still being so formal with me. Why can’t you open…?”

“I think you should leave,” I said cutting her off.

She blinked at me several times as it dawned on her that I want her out. Yet, she sat there staring me in the eyes for a while.

“Why?” she asked still making no attempt to get up.

“I don’t have time for your idle banter,” I said with a straight face.

“Does my presence here distract you?” she asked.

And that did it. I lost it again. What is she trying to prove? Just because I didn’t press’ sexual harassment’ charges on her, she thinks she can do anything? I jumped up from my seat and crossed over to her .I am so angry I couldn’t see where I’m going. When I got to her, I grab her hand and pulled her up, knocking the wine out of her hand. I watched her as in a slow motion, holding my breath, but she didn’t flinch as the liquid splashed and ran down her chest soaking her pink shirt. I started backing us towards the front door, pulling her along with me. I backed us into the centre table and we went flying. I can feel myself hanging in the air and then I hit the floor on my butt and Dr. Grandfield landed on top of me hard, knocking the breath from my lungs as she pins me to the floor.

Her body feels so soft against mine. I could feel her breathe on my face and the tantalizing smell of her perfume. It feels so good to have her on top of me. She started getting up from me but I pulled her down on top of me again. Her blue eyes stared into my brown ones. Then, she leaned down and took my mouth into hers. This time, I wanted her to and couldn’t deny it. I let all my inhibitions down and opened my mouth to her. She drew my tongue into her mouth and started caressing it with her own tongue.

She is a very good kisser; she does all sorts of things with her mouth and tongue. And since I hadn’t had much practice in kissing and sex in general, all I could do is to open myself to her and be a willing student. I especially love the way she breathes as she kisses me, almost as if she is choking. She ran her hands all over me, stopping on my breasts, she pinched my nipples and I moaned breaking the kiss. I opened my eyes and pulled away from her. She leaned up a little and looked at me with hooded eyes filled with passion.

“My name is Bette,” she said touching my face lovingly.

“I know,” I croaked at her.

“I want to hear you say it,” she continued caressing my face.

I cleared my throat and tried again.

“Bette,” I said and she smiled

“Isn’t that so easy, Nadia?” She asks.

“Yes, Bette,” I replied.

As I looked up at her, she bent down and kissed my forehead tenderly.

“What is happening?” I asked her confused.

“Nothing, just relax and do whatever you feel like.” She said caressing my face.

“I still want to kiss you,” I respond.

“Then you can.” She said and smiled down at me.

I reached up and started pulling her towards me. As our lips touched, my door bell went off. We both jumped at the sound.

“Fuck!” I swore into her mouth. She gave me a quick kiss and got up from my body.

As she stood, she looked down her body and touched the wet wine stain on her blouse.

“I’m sorry about that.” I mumbled as I got up from the floor, my t—shirt is wet too.

I wobbled to the door and opened it to my neighbor, Richard. We stood whispering by the door for a long while. He couldn’t understand why I couldn’t discharge who ever I was with to honor our long standing appointment. I kept explaining to him, over and over again, until I got fed up and shut the door on his face.

“Hope I’m not keeping you from anything?” Bette said as I walked back to the sitting room.

I shook my head ‘no’ and mumbled my excuse as I walked past her down the hall bursa escort bayan to my bedroom. I pulled the door close and slid off my wet t- shirt. I got a new one from the drawer and pulled it on. I also pulled another one for Bette so she could change out of her wet shirt. I entered the living room and thrust the t-shirt at her; without taking it from me, Bette, pulled off her wet blouse.

My breath caught in my throat. Her skin is perfect; smooth and supple, with the right color tan. Her breasts are medium sized and I can see the outline of her nipples through her bra. Her breasts rises and falls in rhythm with her breathing. Her stomach is flat and hard, I can see the muscles on her arms and torso as she stood facing me. She looked so much like an athlete that I wonder how her work- out schedule is. As I stood ogling her body, I felt a thug on my arm and looked down; Bette was trying to take the t-shirt from my hand.

“I could have loved nothing more than to stand here and let you eat me up with your eyes, but I’m so cold. So, please, can I have the shirt? Please?” she smiled sweetly at me.

“Of course.” I answered stupidly as I released the shirt.

I felt the color rising to my face. I can’t believe I am blushing like a teenager. Bette laughed and hit my arm jokingly.

“God, you are so gay!” she said still laughing.

“No, I am not.” I replied turning away.

To preserve the little dignity I had left, I grabbed her discarded blouse and start heading to my spare room where my washer is.

“Where are you going?”

”To dump this into the washer. Why?” I asked back.

“You’re going to wash it now? I can’t go back home naked.” She said.

“In this weather? You’re planning to leave now?” I asked alarmed.

“It will probably lessen in an hour.” She said shrugging

“It looks like it is worsening to me.” I said and walked out.

As I stepped out of the room I saw her going towards the windows, probably to check the weather. It saddens me that she wished to leave tonight. I would’ve really loved it if she could stay over so I could explore this thing I found with her. This … this feeling. I dump the blouse into the washer and poured in the detergent and hit the start button.

As I exited the room, the light flickered and went off. Everywhere became pitch black. I couldn’t see. I can feel the panic rising within me. The demons are coming to get me—the three of them. I need to get to a light. I need to regain control. I can’t lose it, no, not while she is here. I started walking towards where I believe is the direction of my sitting room, but I couldn’t make it. My legs felt like leads and wouldn’t move from the floor. I could feel their hands tearing my legs apart. Tears are pouring down my face and I could feel the darkness enveloping me. I need the light desperately. I need to be in control, maybe she can help. I am beginning to lose my breath. In a few minutes, I could be dead. No!

“Bette!”

She answered. She must have felt the panic in my voice because in the next instant, she was kneeling beside me. She is holding a small light which I’m guessing must be coming from her cell- phone. It couldn’t help me because the panic has already set in.

“What is it? Baby, answer me, did you hurt yourself?” she asked wiping the tears from my cheeks.

She ran the tiny light all over my body, probably checking for the wound. I can feel the confusion in her voice and I want to reassure her, but how can I do that when I’m being choked to death by those hands, while the other is dragging me to hell? I clung to her as tight as I could.

“Nadia, it’s ok. Just relax.”

“They… they…l…light…hurt…light…” I managed to choke out.

“Baby, nobody is hurting you? Just relax; the light will come back on. Just look at me baby. Look at me.” She said softly cradling my head.

I could feel her soothing voice at the back of my mind and it made me feel a little safe. The attacks started immediately after the rape, then, later the nightmares. But the nightmares and the crawling sensation I get whenever I was touched, stopped later but I still have the attacks once in a while. But, I haven’t had them since I finished medical school. This is the worst I’ve had though, and in her presence too. I’ve probably spooked her off.

“Nadia, baby look at me. Please.” She pleaded with me, pointing the light to her face.

I could hear her voice over the war raging in my head. I managed to focus on her eyes and the understanding there. I felt happy that she is not feeling sorry for me.

“Good, baby you are doing great. Now take a deep breath. Do it with me.”

We both took a deep breath and hold it in a little before releasing. When I expelled the breath, I felt a little better, so I took another one and another.

“See? Come.” She smiled down at me as she got up.

She pulled me up and I fell against her because I’m still shaking very badly. She half carried and half dragged me into the sitting room. She dumped me into the couch and sat beside me wiping the sweat and tears from my face. I could still feel them circling around trying to grab a hold of me, so, I climbed into her laps and hugged her tight to myself. We sat like that for eternity, her hand stroking my back as she rocked me.

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It was a habit in the office that everyone would go out alone to stroll in the sunshine. We couldn’t go to lunch together, because people had to cover the phones. So I would ride the elevator down and wander.

It gives you time to think about life and family, husband, state of your marriage, sex life, etc., but on this particular day I was thinking about finding a store with air conditioning to escape from the August heat.

So after finishing my bologna sandwich, I decided to wander to a jewelry shop I’d never noticed before. As I entered the door, I felt the cool air and heard mellow jazz saxophone music. From the back room, came a tall, strikingly beautiful black woman who stood behind the glass counter. I was impressed that a black woman could own or at least manage this store.

She was tall with a large “afro” fluffed up hairstyle, and instantly reminded me of Pam Greer, a famous actress. She was very curvy with big hips and breasts. She was also very graceful with a long neck and full lips, and touch of liner and mascara on her eyes. She said “Feel free to look around. Let me know if you have any questions.”

I told her, “Just looking,” but there were only 5 display cases to look into. Nothing had prices, but I found several pieces that looked quite expensive.

I saw something I liked and didn’t look too expensive. I asked her if I could see the gold chain with two ruby hearts. She said, “Of course. You know that’s my name, Ruby, as a matter of fact.” Unexpectedly, rather than reaching into the glass case to get the display chain, she pulled down slightly the neckline of her halter blouse to show me the identical chain that was around her neck.

She told me that it cost $200 and I could pay half today and come back next paycheck with the balance. She raised her arms and elbows up in a provocative way. My eyes went alternately between the gold chain, her silky mocha skin and her blouse which accentuated her large breasts. I smiled from embarrassment. She must have noticed what I was looking at, and returned the smile. “Would you like to touch?’ she asked.

I stammered and bursa escort awkwardly asked, “The chain?” Left in the air was my implied admission that I was ogling her body. I was unnerved, but also surprised at myself to have stared intently at any woman, and especially in this encounter with a total stranger.

She held her pose and I slowly put my hand against her tan skin and touched the ruby pendant. Then she said, “Let’s try it on you.” She walked around the counter and stood right before me. Next, she unclasped the necklace from her neck and pressed her breasts against mine, and reached behind my neck to clasp it on me. I felt an electricity flow into my body when she leaned against me like that, and my breathing became hurried. Where the pendant dangled, she brushed the fabric on my blouse, as if to un-wrinkle it, and asked if I wanted to see in the mirror.

As I saw the ruby and gold chain against my image in the mirror, I noticed her by my side and she touched my shoulder and leaned into me.

She said, “This is a special piece designed by a woman for women. It’s lesbian jewelry.”

Her words shocked me so much that I jerked my hand away, and she said, “It’s alright, I saw you staring at my titties. I know you were.” I returned a sheepish look.

“You want to feel ’em, don’t you?” And after looking into my astonished eyes, she reached up to the back of her halter blouse, and released the top and displayed her upper chest to me.

I was flabbergasted at her boldness, but oh my, she had quite an astonishing body, and I could only stare at her womanly glory. Shock and arousal kept me completely stilled, as I watched her take one of her nipples in between her thumb and finger and squeeze and pull it. I was amazed as it grew and couldn’t break my stare until I looked glanced back at her face to see that she knew I was captivated by what she was doing.

She stepped around in front of me, still topless, and went to reverse the open sign, pull the shade down on the door and lock the door. She turned around and placed the back off her hand against my blouse and rubbed bursa escort bayan where my nipples were. Soon they were swelling from the brief stimulation. Emboldened by my acceptance of her touch she placed my hands on her nipples and I was caressing and pinching her with obvious. Her breasts were heavy in my hand and her large nipples gave a strangely exhilarate sensation to touch them in this way.

After several minutes of this mutual stimulation, she slid her hand and reached under my skirt and started rubbing my crotch. The pleasure was already intense, and I was filled with lust, and powerless to refuse whatever she attempted. I gulped for air as my arousal grew. Before lunch today, I was a normal married woman and now I am shameless. Liberation!

She told me to remove my shoes, stockings and panties and sit down in “the throne,” and pointed to a large oak chair that looked like a shoeshine chair. She stared into my eyes and announced, “I am going to eat your pussy out!” She bent down to kneel in front off me and spread my legs and mashed her mouth against my vagina.

She nibbled and licked and everything became so moist, I couldn’t tell what was her saliva or leaking from me. Writhing with pleasure, I couldn’t stay still. I was making little whining noises and gasps. My drooling juices ran all over the wooden chair and on the inside of my skirt.

She reached up and opened a button on my blouse and slid her hand up under my bra and pinched hard on one of my nipples.

I ground my crotch into her face. She slid up from my pussy lips and up to my clitoris, where she sucked hard in rhythmic pressure. After a couple minutes of this, I was bucking into an orgasm. I haven’t ever come that hard. And I immediately felt remorse for cheating on my husband and the great joy I experienced. That feeling gave way to acceptance. No one had ever done that to me, and I felt great to be on the receiving end.

I asked her if I could reciprocate, and she said, “No, go home and give your husband a great evening of pleasure. Go down on him with all the gusto you can muster, as I have escort bursa just done for you. Just be ready to come back next week on the easy payment plan, and I will let your lesbian education continue.”

I looked at the clock and realized that it was past time to be back for lunch. I paid her $100 and told her I’d be back in two weeks with the rest of the money. I scurried to the office building and rode the elevator a little worried that my body smelled of sweat and sex. I hurried back to my desk and tried to look as busy as I could although, I was rather unable to concentrate the rest of that day, and for several days after. At lunch, I wandered past the shop, but the closed sign was on the door, and I even knocked once.

I returned in 2 weeks, on my next payday Friday. The shop was all lit up inside, with no jazz music, and no Ruby. Instead there was an older couple. I told her I owed her $100, and she said that there was no balance due on my purchase. I had paid in full. Perplexed, I asked if she was the owner, and what happened to Ruby.

“Oh Ruby is my cousin, so she went back to Chicago. She watches the store every summer for 2 weeks while we go on our church retreat.

“My husband bought this jewelry store after years of saving up from his shoeshine stand in the train station.” I looked over at the chair where I knew I drooled my sexual juices, and felt flushed.

“I don’t know how Ruby does it, selling out of season merchandise, Valentine’s Day jewelry past the season, but we only carry beautiful pieces. She likes to sell all the pieces with rubies in them. And bless her for keeping the shop while we get our chance to rest and rejuvenate.”

It was all very confusing to digest, and I was a little dazed. As I walked back to my office I felt naive for the strange misconceptions and for missing Ruby. I was also wondering where I would ever find a woman to explore my new desires.

When I got back to the office I noticed a co-worker, Wendy, who had only been at the office a few weeks. My eye went to a gold chain and a pair of ruby hearts.

I asked her where she got it. I showed her mine and told her I bought it from Ruby down the street. She flashed a knowing smile and asked if we could try to coordinate lunchtimes or go out for Happy Hour sometime.

I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

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Another night is here with me in bed unable to fall asleep due to life’s stresses, haunting the corridors of my mind once again. I do what I always do to drown out the noise and that’s thinking about you, more like fantasizing about you but that’s a play on words.

I close my eyes and let my mind wonder about your touch, your smell, your body pressed against mine as I try to absorb your being into mine.

Your beautiful face, soft shapely lips, exotically commanding captivating eyes, your healing hands that could send vibrations through my body by just one touch.

Your feet that I want to kiss and toes I’d like to suck on, your back I want to stroke and bury my fingers into, your soft feather-like hair that I want to bury my face in and want to have dragged all over my body and your plump ass I want to grab while I’m enjoying your sweet nectar.

Some where in between having my way with you mentally and hearing a random dog bark, I finally feel asleep and dreamt something I never thought I’d dream.

It started off with a bunch of random shit that didn’t make sense, like all of my dreams jumping from one scenario to the next. Finally stopping and slowing down in something and someone onwingiris.biz I knew and made sense.

I saw you at a desk working away on something, looked like budgeting. I passed by smiled and you smiled back. I continued on my path, up and down in this four story apartment-like building looking for something or someone, I’ve got no clue why I was going what I did.

I ended up outside, it was mid-day and a very busy city, then I went back in because what I was looking for wasn’t out there.

On my way back in I happened to pass by your area again to have a chance of looking upon beauty and this time you were standing in the doorway of what I presumed was your office.

You were dressed in a tight turtle neck that was tucked into fitted dress pants. You approached me, stopped me from my frantic search and hugged me, full-frontal that buried my body into yours.

I instantly get turned on and started sniffing your sweet scent on your neck, which then leads me to nibble and kiss it, with me grabbing your juicy ass trying to sink your hip, deep into my pelvic area.

I pulled away, stared at your beautiful face and seductive eyes, We kissed gently sucking on each other’s bottom lip back and forth for a short time and you stopped and whisper in my ear how fucking wet you are, which I replied with let me take care of that.

I dropped to my knees and hurriedly try to remove your pants you pulled away and said slow down. I pouted and you moved back there sexual urge you’ve bestowed on me driving me mad, but I comply and waited where I was, because you’re a treat I deemed worthy to be patient for.

You said, “now look at me let me undress while you enjoy the view”. You did exactly that, slow and sultry. You removed your pants to reveal you weren’t wearing any panties.

OMG, I losted it! I picked you and your pants up took you upstairs with the intention of making it to the bedroom which didn’t happen, I got so turned on and impatient, we stopped in the doorway.

I laid you down on the floor and kneeled down on the left side of your body, I looked at your hairless fat delicious pussy and it was so wet and sticky looking. I kissed your curvy lips then broke away to stuck my tongue deep into your sweet nectar.

Your eyes rolled back into your head as you placed both hands on my head and pressed it deeper into your juicy, tasty wet pussy. I began slurping up all your juices licking then sucking then licking and sucking some more.

You pulled my legs towards you, undid my pants took my overly hard throbbing dick out and began to lick it, first the shaft then the head while I was still enjoying your rich divine subtlety sweet taste.

We were in a sideways 69 position so we could fully enjoy each other. I stopped and looked at what you were doing because I felt something hard rub against my glan.

That’s when I notice you removed your soft purposeful tongue and was dragging your teeth on my glan and stimulating all 8,000 nerve endings. I shivered and moaned with pleasure and went back to my meal with renewed determination to suck you dry!

But before I could fulfill my duty I became undone when you started sucking it and I started to cum and it felt so good I realized I was having a “wet dream”.

In the first ejaculatory pump of cum into my underwear-less sleep shorts, I jumped out of bed and bolted to the bathroom.

Forced my self to stop cumming by squeezing my shaft with my hands and flexing my internal striated muscles, which I was successful at stopping but not fast enough to some of my cum on my shorts.

I cleaned up, head back to bed and laid there thinking about the craziness I just dreamt.

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