It's difficult being a thirty-year-old lesbian in a conservative law firm, especially when you are simply a staff member and not a partner in the firm. Dark suits are expected, even on the female attorneys. This is not one of those progressive start-ups where individuality is encouraged. This firm has been around for more than one hundred years and the culture hasn't changed much from Day One.
None of that history alters the way I feel about certain people that work here; it only affects how I must act in public around those people. Yes, it bothers me to see two young, unmarried lawyers—one male and one female—do their courting in the open while I surreptitiously lust after an attractive woman in the privacy of my office.
For several weeks now, my lust has been directed toward a paralegal ten years older than myself...and married. Of course, Brooke has no clue that I watch every move she makes or that I undress her in my mind while we chat. She has the greatest blonde hair—it's almost white—styled in a pixie cut and bangs. God, I want to run my fingers through it every time I see her, not to mention where else I want my hands on her.
Recently, it got this bad. Brooke asked me for some help on a document and I stood next to her at her desk providing guidance. The entire time, I was sneaking peeks down her blouse at the luscious, full breasts underneath. I could see the edge of her sheer bra. I could see the slope of her tits and the impression of her nipples on the fabric of her shirt.
When we were done I returned to my office and locked myself in. I flung myself onto my chair and unbuttoned my pants. I couldn't get my hand inside fast enough to stroke my aching clit. I leaned back and masturbated for a couple minutes, imagining Brooke's tits without the bra or blouse. I rubbed harder and thought about taking one of her tits into my mouth and sucking on it. Soon, I was arching my back, stifling a squeal as my orgasm began. I allowed a hand to move onto my tit, squeezing the nipple and causing a second surge to flow through my body.
If I was to ever have her to myself, it would have to be a calculated courtship. I would have to make myself virtually impossible to reject and that sounded pretty daunting based on my experiences outside the office. Brooke actually made it a little easier by inviting me to lunch a couple days later. Nobody was more surprised than me and I was nervous as we walked to the diner of my choice, a place where I knew we could talk without being overheard.
We settled in and ordered, chatting about work-related stuff with Brooke dominating the discussion. Then she asked: "Do you have any hobbies, Traci?"
My ability to be blunt has cost me friends in the past, but it's a habit I find hard to break. So, I replied, "Well, I like cycling...and eating...and writing porn."
I've always considered Brooke to be pretty cool, but I have to give her credit for accepting my answer with a mere rising of her eyebrows and a grin.
"Really? What kind? I mean, what are the topics you write about?"
It wasn't the reply I expected, but jumped on the opportunity to proceed.
"Oh, usually couples or incest. But I think lesbian stories are my favorite," I said calmly.
"Why's that?" Brooke said.
"Because I don't think enough women appreciate the fulfillment that can be achieved in a relationship with another woman," I said. "Especially married women. A married woman is normally resigned to keeping her husband happy at her own expense. It's all about him. Then they get older and the sex gets boring and eventually they are in a sexless marriage. A woman knows what it takes to satisfy another woman. They give AND receive the type of sex they want and both parties benefit. Simply put: the sex is better."
"Don't you consider it cheating on your spouse if a married woman has a relationship with another woman?" Brooke asked.
I shrugged and said, "Perhaps. I'd rather look at it as living a full life without harming your spouse. What harm is done if you find sexual satisfaction with another woman when you and your husband provide nothing more than security to each other? The sex is either dead or dying. Obtaining personal sexual gratification with somebody else should actually relieve some of the tension in the marriage."
Our food arrived and I watched Brooke eat a little, but more often she pushed the food around with her fork while in deep thought. Maybe this was actually working.
"Do the women in your story know each other when they meet?" Brooke asked.
"Yes," I said quickly. "I mean, it's almost impossible to go up to a total stranger and strike up a conversation and have that turn into a relationship."
"Do you know that from experience?"
I smiled and said, "Kind of."
After a pause to take a bite, she said, "Are you a lesbian, Traci?"
"Well, technically, I guess I'm bisexual," I responded. "I had sex with guys when I was a lot younger. It was OK, I guess. I normally didn't have an orgasm, but they did and they left happy. Then a girlfriend introduced me to lesbian sex and I've preferred that ever since."
"What kinds of women attract you?"
I knew what I was about to say could very well end the lunch, but nobody ever accused me of being shy.
"I like mature women. Not grannies, but somebody older than me. Intelligent and witty. Thin, with average breasts...not too big. A little waist and tiny ass. Long legs and short hair."
I had described her perfectly and Brooke avoided making eye contact once she realized it. I'm pretty sure I saw her blush.
"Are they hard to find?" she asked.
"Damn right. So I tend to stalk them when I find them."
Brooke laughed, but I sensed a touch of nervousness in the sound. Then she said, "What happens in your stories? Do they end up happy?"
"Every time," I said. "Both women realize how wonderful the bond is between them and, of course, the sex is fantastic."
After a long pause, Brooke said, "I would think it's hard to tell if you are sexually attracted to another woman."
I replied, "Oh, not at all. What's the difference between that and being attracted to a guy? You either feel it or you don't. Granted, at first it's mostly a physical attraction. But then you find it becomes emotional and that's when the real relationship begins. But trust me, that initial physical attraction is fantastic."
Brooke changed the topic and I came back from lunch with mixed feelings about how it went. At times I definitely had the impression I had struck a nerve with Brooke and other times I had the impression she thought I was crazy. Either way, I wanted her and I wasn't about to give up the pursuit.
In less than twenty four hours, I had an answer to the question of how the lunch went. Brooke and I both get to the office well before most other people. There's an hour in the morning where we almost have the place to ourselves, although on some days we never see each other. This time, Brooke came to the door of my office, waited for me to say 'Hi', and then entered my office, closing the door behind her. It happened so fast I barely had time to feel my heart begin to race.
"What's up, Brooke?" I asked, leaning back in my chair.
