Accidental Fiancée

Author's note: This is a slow burn lesbian romance series. Please be patient, because some of the chapters are less erotic than others.

Chapter 12

Post-nut clarity...

I'm not even sure if women experience that. I can only speak for myself, and to my knowledge, that wasn't something I related to.

For one, I hardly had any orgasms at all when I was with my husband. And even if I did, it was because I wanted to relieve myself, so I never had any regrets about accomplishing what I set out to do.

Then, there was Juri, who overwhelmed me with orgasms every night during our short time together. And I could tell you with extreme confidence that each climax I received from her only made me want more.

So up until this point, post-nut clarity didn't make any sense to me. I never came to any huge realization where I suddenly regretted my actions.

That was until... Alana...

It's a bit different, facing the woman you masturbated to without her consent only hours later. Yet, here we were again, sitting together at my desk, like nothing had happened at all in the privacy of my bedroom.

I still blamed her for making me talk about my sexual experiences with Juri. And then leaving my computer with that same video as I jumped into bed didn't help either.

That porno had already made me masturbate to her once, while picturing the two girls on screen as her and Juri. I was an idiot for not closing it out and erasing my sins from the monitor right after I was done the first time.

It wasn't that I was even interested in Alana either. She was definitely a nice girl with plenty of admirable qualities. However, I guess after some of the experiences I had with Juri, I was suffering from a vaunted disease. A disease called...

...Yellow Fever

As we sat there at my desk, working on our separate assignments, just as we did the other day when I was also facing the humiliation of masturbating to her, I started to worry about the disaster that could happen if she were to discover my regretful actions. Not only did I rub one out to her, unbeknownst to her, but I had also talked openly about my tragic mistake when I met Juri. And to make matters worse, she now had knowledge, based on a conversation we had in the workplace, of the humiliating way I begged Juri to spank me.

I already knew that I could never admit I had touched myself while pretending she was in the porno I was watching. The embarrassment alone would absolutely shatter me. However, staring at her as she diligently worked on her assignment, like there was nothing wrong in the world, I realized that she already had enough incriminating evidence to get me fired, or even send me to jail!

From this point on, I can't let her know anything else,

I thought, motivating myself to keep my mouth shut around her.

I've embarrassed myself enough. No more talking about sex!

While I was still going over my game plan, Alana spoke up, startling me as she interrupted my thoughts.

"Karina... may I please ask you something?"

"What is it?" I asked, trying to regain my composure. "Do you need help with something?"

"Um... not really," she started, growing slightly red again. Then, while I was already struggling to keep myself together, after all my poor decisions, she almost nonchalantly continued, "I have another question about you having sex with Juri..."

"What?!" I reacted, sexually frustrated that I was going to be put through this again. "Why?! What else could you possibly want to know?!"

"I just.. I need more details! I told you I would need as much information as possible to help you get back with her! I just need a little more! Please!"

Although I was a bit suspicious about the desperation she displayed in her voice, she had already used her untouchable move on me, of needing this information to get Juri back. I didn't want to admit any more than I already did, but my fate with Juri was in her hands, and I couldn't risk losing my one chance.

"What do you want to know now?"

"Just... a few more details... about when you were together..."

"Like... what details?"

Suddenly, that confidence she had built up to demand more incriminating details vanished, and she was left red again, struggling to find the words. "You know... like... stuff about... when you two were intimate..."

"Yeah, I know you're talking about sex," I reacted, shaking my head at her. "But what exact details are you looking for?"

Finally, my words had gotten through to her, and she was able to clarify a bit more of what she was seeking. "I was just... surprised... when you told me that you gave her a lot of orgasms..."

"Yeah... So...?"

"This whole time... I kind of just assumed she was the only one doing favors for the other..."

"And just why did you think that?" I asked, looking at her suspiciously.

"Well... you came off pretty selfish in your relationship with her," Alana started, hardly able to look at me. "That's why I was surprised when... you said... you would make her... squirt... and stuff..."

Immediately, I grew uncomfortable, and I could hardly maintain my composure as

that

word reached my ears. Perhaps I had acted a little recklessly the day before when I was sharing my memories of Juri. However, now that I was having my own words shoved back into my face, I was having a difficult time explaining myself to the young woman... the same young woman I had already masturbated to...

"Yeah... I did stuff for her too... So what?" I replied, trying not to slip into further details like I accidentally did the day before.

"Will you tell me... how you usually gave her orgasms... once she moved in with you?" Alana pushed, before putting on a brave face again. "These details are important if I'm going to get Juri back for you!"

"Um... sometimes, I would just rub her until she was finished," I answered, speaking as professionally as I could on the inappropriate topic. Then, growing a bit red myself, I further explained, "And I also... performed... oral... on her... if you really must know."

"Oral?!" Alana reacted, almost covering her mouth from shock. "You... performed... oral... on Juri?"

"Is that so weird?" I asked, defending myself now. "People do that, you know? They just don't talk about it because they aren't forced to, like I am!"

"I'm sorry, but that was very pertinent information!" she reacted before calming herself down. Then, in a quieter tone, she asked, "So... did you like it...?"

"Are you seriously asking me if I enjoyed eating her out?!"

Her face grew red, and she could hardly look anywhere near my direction. "Yeah...?"

I could feel my own cheeks warming up as I contemplated an answer to that embarrassing question. "Of course I liked it... Why would I do it if I didn't like it?"

"Uh... some people do things, even though they don't like it, just to please their partner..."

Alana had a point, but that wasn't the case in my situation. Thinking back, I remembered how often I had sex with my husband, despite not really wanting to. Then, as I reflected on my time with Juri, I started to appreciate how much we genuinely enjoyed taking care of each other, without expecting anything in return.

"I liked eating her out... because she deserved it..." I admitted, causing Alana's eyes to light up. "Not just because she did it for me; but because I just enjoyed making her feel good..."

A precious smile came over her face, like my answer had satisfied her. "That's so wonderful," she said, clasping her hands together.

Then, for some reason, after continuing to reminisce on the time I spent between Juri's legs, I embarrassingly made an even worse admission. Also... she tasted pretty good..."

Immediately, the intern's head shot back as we both became flustered with emotions from my shocking revelation. "You said what?!"

"Um... she tasted good..." I admitted once again, realizing the hole I had dug myself into. "She had... like... uh... a sweet taste to her... It was actually kind of addicting..."

While Alana was struggling to find the words to respond with, I couldn't help but notice her legs squirming together. It was definitely inappropriate of me, but seeing her, after masturbating to the porn star I imagined her as, and also having the taste of Juri on my mind, I couldn't help but wonder If Alana had that same taste.

With an extreme lack of judgment, I foolishly asked, "Is that normal?"

"Is... what normal?" she asked, now trembling.

"That sweet taste... Was that just Juri... or do all Asian girls taste like that?"

Her eyes grew big. "How am I supposed to know that?!"

I stared at her for a moment. "Well... you're Asian..."

While her head shot back again, and she made a face like she was completely appalled by my statement, embarrassment came over me as I realized that I practically asked how her pussy tasted. Trying to save myself, I waved my hands at her, and begged, "Please don't take that the wrong way! I didn't mean for it to come off like that!"

Not knowing what to say, the young woman turned her body in her chair, completely facing the opposite direction. She then started kicking her feet on the ground, like she was a little girl having a temper tantrum.

"Can we just pretend we never had this conversation?" I asked, hiding my face in my arms as I dropped my head to the desk.

"I think that's best..." she answered in a low voice, still hiding her face with her hands. Then, as if things couldn't get any more humiliating, she eventually added, "I wasn't expecting you to ask me that... but I'm glad you think she tasted good..."

There was no response I could come up with that was appropriate after what I had just done. Sparing her from any further embarrassing statements, I slapped myself on the forehead, as I thought to myself,

I am so fucking stupid!

***

Eventually, we were both able to regain our composure and finish the day on a rather productive note. However, with the incriminating evidence I had already revealed, I couldn't help but wonder what would happen if Alana turned her back on me.

It wasn't long ago that she hated me, and didn't even want me to be her boss. Now that I had revealed all those embarrassing facts, she technically had the power to blackmail me, and there would have been nothing I could have done about it.

Up to this point though, Alana appeared to be an upstanding woman, with morals of higher value than I could ever pretend to have. I would never accuse her of such a dirty move, like tricking me into revealing incriminating information so she could blackmail me. However, with the way she had been acting so suspiciously, I couldn't help but wonder at least,

What if she plans to use this against me instead of finding Juri?

It never even made sense in the first place. And as the embarrassing thoughts came back to haunt me, replaying over and over in my mind, I became even more skeptical of how this information would help get back the woman I have wronged.

On top of all that, Alana's behavior didn't strike me as someone who wanted to know this information. Her face would grow red, and she would squirm around in her chair, struggling to maintain her composure after I would answer the questions that she asked in the first place. I also noticed that she was still writing things down, almost like notes to herself, when she wasn't even working on an assignment.

The more I thought about it, the more insecure I became.

What if she's just writing all this down so she can show it to HR?!

I thought to myself while staring at her as she was working.

I would totally get fired, or even thrown in jail!

As she looked over at me, and showed her shyness once again by avoiding eye-contact, I attempted to talk myself out of those pessimistic views.

No, Alana's not like that. She's way too nice to deceive me like that,

I said silently, trying to calm myself down. Then I clutched my fists as another damning thought came to mind.

That's exactly what she would WANT me to think if she were trying to blackmail me!

Eventually, the quiet woman looked up at me, and I was forced to erase the glare from my face after coming up with that theory about her. "It's time for me to go, Karina," she said while pointing out the time. "I finished all my assignments, by the way. Do you need anything else from me?"

Since I had essentially asked her how she tasted earlier that day, I was in no position to request anything further from her. It was also best that we said our goodbyes as quickly as possible, pretending that conversation never happened. A goodbye hug was also completely out of the question, considering the inappropriate behavior I had been involved in.

After saying our quick goodbyes, I was finally able to take a deep breath, now that I was alone. I knew this whole ordeal wasn't over with by a long shot, and she was probably going to repeat the same pattern the next day, asking again for more details about Juri. But for now, despite the embarrassing things I had revealed, I could at least rest easy, knowing I didn't admit to masturbating to her.

To my shock, however, I was startled by a knock at the door, only minutes after Alana had left. I assumed it was one of my other employees, but to my shock, it was her again, with an embarrassed look on her face.

"Uh... Karina..."

My heart stopped as I awaited my fate. "Yeah...?"

"I sort of... locked my keys in my car..."

"Oh... That's it?" I asked, feeling selfishly relieved.

"Yeah, but now I can't get inside... and my phone is locked in there too..."

"Do you have a spare key?"

"I do... but it's at my apartment..."

"Oh! Well, I can just give you a ride home," I said nonchalantly.

I didn't know why this seemed like such a small deal to me. Perhaps I was so worried that she had returned to blackmail me, that her simple mistake was almost a breath of fresh air. I was happy to offer her a helping hand, especially now that I knew I wasn't facing any allegations.

"Um... okay..." she responded, shuffling around uncomfortably. "I didn't mean to waste your time..."

"It's not a big deal. I'm done here, anyway. And you don't live that far, right?"

"It's just a couple miles away... Are you sure you don't mind?"

I grabbed my keys and hopped up to my feet. "Not at all."

I then explained the situation to the other employees and told them I would be right back. Alana seemed even more embarrassed now that everyone knew, but after everything she had forced me to talk about, I didn't mind seeing her suffer a bit of light-hearted public humiliation.

Despite how embarrassed she was, we eventually made it to my car. It was pretty interesting how comfortable she seemed again, now that it was just the two of us. I would have thought, after all I had revealed to her, she would feel awkward to be near me longer than she had to be.

Oddly enough, instead of just giving me directions while I drove, she simply gave me her address to type into my GPS. At first, I was annoyed by her Gen Z behavior, but as she sat there quietly, looking away from me the entire time, I couldn't help but spiral back towards my own suspicions.

She was happy to get out of the office, but now she won't talk,

I thought to myself, peaking over at her from the corner of my eye.

I bet she feels guilty now that the woman she's going to stab in the back is so graciously helping her.

When we got to Alana's apartment, she finally spoke up, and gave me directions through the complex that the GPS didn't provide. It only led me to the front of her gate.

She was the one that had to get me to her exact apartment number. And I must say, hearing her speak to me normally again calmed my suspicions a bit. However, with how dangerous the information was that she now held, I couldn't get too comfortable and let my guard down.

Once I parked, she unbuckled herself and quickly tried to exit. "I'll be right back," she said, pushing the door open.

Still on edge, I grew uncomfortable with the idea of letting her out of my sight. I quickly unbuckled myself and exited the car as well. "I'll go with you," I said, catching her by surprise.

"No, that's okay, Karina! I'll be really quick!"

"I'm not in any rush," I assured, putting on a fake smile to combat my own insecurities. "Anyway, I'd like to see how my employee is living."

Panic came to her eyes, and she immediately started squirming again. "But... my apartment might be dirty... It really isn't presentable right now..."

I deflected her excuses, swatting them away to protect me from my own downfall. "I don't care about that stuff. You have nothing to worry about. I won't judge you."

"Well... my apartment is kind of small..."

"Which is normal for most college students," I shot back, shrugging my shoulders. "Now quit making excuses and allow me to come in... like someone with manners should do!"

I definitely got her there, because she quickly changed her tune and stopped arguing with me. She was still uncomfortable, however. She just walked in silence with her head down, while her legs trembles.

Maybe she's just nervous to have someone over,

I told myself, making one last ditch effort to be understanding of her situation.

I used to never have company over until Juri came along.

Then, just as I was beginning to relate to her situation, Alana unlocked the door before bursting inside and rushing towards the back. I didn't know what she was after, but she startled me with her actions, so I immediately followed her closely. She was obviously hiding something, and I needed to finally get to the bottom of it!

As I expected, there wasn't much to her apartment. It was a little studio, with her bed off on the other side, separated by a partition. That was exactly where Alana was scampering to.

What also caught my attention, however, was that everything was surprisingly clean, proving as further evidence that only didn't want me to come in because she was hiding something from me.

As I maneuvered my way around the partition, I looked around it and quickly located her. "What the hell are you hiding from me?!" I yelled, noticing her scared eyes looking back at me.

That was when I noticed what she was trying to get to. It was her laptop, once again, sitting on her nightstand right next to the bed. She had slammed it closed and was attempting to hide it from me again.

Finally, I decided I was done playing games because I was tired of her bullshit. I approached her confidently, and snatched the laptop from her hands, no longer pretending she had any chance of keeping it from me.

"Wait! No!" the smaller woman reacted as she attempted desperately to snatch her computer back. "You can't look at that, Serena... I mean, Karina!"

With one arm, I easily kept her away, while using my free hand to turn the screen on so I could finally see what she was hiding from me. Of course, I immediately thought about my own laptop, which I had left my unfinished porn running on, but I quickly ruled that option out when I noticed a bunch of text instead of a video.

Truthfully, I would have been happier if I had caught her watching porn. Seeing all that writing in a document was more fitting for what I feared.

As my eyes scanned the computer, I frantically wondered to myself,

Is this the incriminating information she's been collecting on me?!

Now that I had seen the computer, and Alana realized she wasn't strong enough to push through my arm and grab it back, she covered her face and dropped to the ground, like a child throwing a hissy fit. There was nothing she could do, and I had caught her red-handed... However, as my eyes continued to scan the screen... I was suddenly struck with confusion from what I witnessed...

"The Sexy Adventures of Serena and Yuri?"! I read out loud before turning my head and staring at the embarrassed woman. "What the hell is this?!"