The next morning Amy was woken by her alarm, going off at the usual early hour to tell her to go to the gym. Rolling over she silenced it, and as her boyfriend James stirred sleepily, he wrapped his arm around her, pulling her in for a cuddle. At his touch the memories of the night before came crashing back, and if it had been light enough, and he'd been awake enough, James would have seen her cheeks flushed with arousal.
"Morning beautiful," he murmured. "Good night last night?"
"Hmmmm..." she replied sleepily. "Late night."
"Where did you go?"
"Drinks, then dinner, then more drinks. It was good. Ended up just me and Sarah in the end."
"Oh, really? I'll get jealous..." he teased, wrapping his arms tighter around her and giving her a soft kiss on her neck.
"You wish..." she joked back, realising as she said it that that was an outright lie. If he only knew what she'd been doing last night, it would have fuelled his fantasies for years to come. But she didn't plan on opening that can of worms, not ever.
He kissed her again, then rolled over to kiss her properly which she returned hungrily. "I missed you last night," he whispered.
"Me too."
"Do you have to rush to work?"
"No..." Amy knew she should be feeling some all-consuming guilt about what she'd done the night before, but put simply she didn't. Yes, she felt some guilt, but overwhelmingly she felt giddy at the memory of what Sarah had done to, how she'd so expertly taken Amy to the heights again and again, touching her in a way that she'd never felt before. But it wasn't just that Sarah had made her orgasm more times than she could count, more times easily than she'd ever managed before in her life, as much it was the times in between. The way that Sarah had continuously built her pleasure and sustained it from when she'd stepped out of Sarah's shower to when she realised she needed to go home. Four hours of experiencing something akin to continuous pleasure, with peaks and troughs admittedly, but something that no lover (James included) had ever come remotely close to achieving.
It had only been one night, barely even that, but she knew that she was addicted already. It had been the fuck of her life, coming out of nowhere, and it left her breathless just remembering it. And... it could only help her career. A win-win.
"How about," she went on to suggest, "You lie back and let me take care of you..."
She knew that after her night had only finished at 3am there was no way she needed to be touched again before work, but that didn't matter to her. As Amy got on all fours and took James in her mouth, it felt like the right thing to do to make what guilt there was go away...
An hour later Amy had just put her clothes in a locker in her gym changing rooms when a familiar figure came walking through the door, getting ready for her own workout. She spotted Amy, did a quick double take, then walked over smiling.
"Good morning," said Sarah. "How are you today?"
Amy felt herself blushing, as she replied, "I'm good thanks, you?"
"Very good thank you. A bit tired!" A pause, then "Oh," she said a bit louder as another colleague walked past. "Were you out late last night?"
Amy had a puzzled look on her face, but Sarah's own look told Amy quickly of the need to be discrete. Of course, Amy realised, I need to act professionally as if she's a partner and I'm an associate, not as anything else, not in public.
"Yeah, a few drinks, some dinner, another drink, one of those nights. It was 3am by the time I headed home."
Sarah smiled. "Sounds like a good night?"
"It was a great night..."
"Good. I had a pretty quiet evening myself, mostly spent it in my flat."
"Oh... good night though?"
Sarah looked around to check that no one could see her. Seeing that the coast was clear she reached a hand out to squeeze Amy's hand and said, "Really, really fantastic. Really fantastic." She let go again. "I'll see you through there?"
"Sure." A one word answer that hid the elation inside that Amy felt to know that Sarah had enjoyed the night as much as she had. She'd had the residual worry that maybe it had been something that wouldn't be repeated, that she'd not done what she needed, and that validation meant everything. With a spring in her step Amy walked through and started to run on one of the treadmills.
A few minutes later she saw that Sarah had taken one of the treadmills in the row in front, diagonally across from Amy. It must have been deliberate because Amy had a fantastic view, and as she ran she couldn't take her eyes of watching Sarah run, looking at her legs and remembering having her head between them only a few hours before, looking at her back and remembering holding her arms around it feeling the muscles as Sarah fucked her powerfully with the strap-on, looking at her chest rising and falling and imagining what it would be like to lick and bite her nipples as Sarah had done to her.
She finished her run and needed to go and take a cold shower afterwards to calm down before heading to work. As she walked it was as if she was in a daze, thinking of nothing but Sarah making love to her again and again the night before, and wondering how she could contrive to get Sarah to do the same things to her again as soon as was possible. What had last night done to her?
Amy had thought that as the working day wore on there would be something from Sarah, some little message, some little sign, something to tell her that Sarah was thinking in the same way about her.
But... nothing.
She walked home that night, thankfully earlier than usual, with her mind still unable to stop imagining Sarah doing all those things to her again. Interspersed with that was worry... worry that maybe Sarah did that all the time with everyone and wouldn't do that again with her, worry that she needed to get her head back in the game for her boyfriend, worry that she'd misread Sarah earlier and that actually that hand squeeze in the gym was her way of telling her thanks for last night but no thanks.
Amy got home to an empty flat and a message from James saying he'd be home in half an hour. She knew exactly what she needed. By the time he'd got home a bottle of wine was open, Amy was dressed in her sexiest casual clothes, and within half an hour of that the wine was forgotten as they made frantic love on their sofa, not being able to make it as far as the bedroom. The only problem as far as she was concerned, and she didn't think of it as much of a problem, was that as he made love to her, she closed her eyes and imagined it was Sarah taking her hard. When she came it was fine, but nowhere near the heights of the night before. Not even close.
On the Friday morning Amy decided to start getting to know some of Sarah's other mentees. One of them, Rebecca, worked in another team on her floor and she knew her from chatting in the communal kitchen so Amy approached her to suggest coffee, but with a smile Rebecca suggested a drink after work that night instead. Not a bad idea thought Amy, maybe after a drink or two I can find out what the real deal is with Sarah.
Amy also wanted to make sure that she didn't get to the weekend without talking to Sarah again, even if just informally. She didn't want to leave anything awkward hanging over that time, as much for her own benefit in the hope that she could put her mind at ease.
Late afternoon Sarah solved the problem for Amy, messaging her to ask her to come to her office. Amy walked the short walk to her department with butterflies in her stomach, one of those moments where she realised that it was all in play, that the next 15 minutes could well decide the path of her life and her future career. No pressure then.
Sarah's door was open already, but Amy knocked anyway and Sarah looked up from her desk, giving Amy a broad smile when she saw who it was. Phew, thought Amy. That's a good start.
"Come in," said Sarah. "Close the door and come and take a seat," gesturing to one of two chairs the other side of the desk from her. The usual traffic of people walked past the glass panels to the corridor.
