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Of Visitation
Claire is carefully disentangling herself from my embrace. I have a moment of confused alarm.
"whattimeisit?!"
"Shhh," she soothes. "It's too early still, go back to sleep."
And I do, almost instantly.
I wake up again to the sound of Claire's front door. She climbs onto the bed and onto me, as I blindly yawn and stretch. She's dragging the morning chill of the street in with her, still wearing her jacket. She kisses me as I raise my head.
"What time is it?" I ask, less alarmed this time yet still disoriented.
"Still early," she promises. "We have plenty of time. Here, this is for you."
Claire has a grande caramel macchiato and warm croissants. They smell delicious.
"I'm famished!"
"Do you remember falling asleep last night?" she asks as she rips a piece off her croissant. She's sporting a shit eating grin that makes me suspicious I've forgotten something important. I have a vague memory of Claire pulling me up the bed and tucking me in.
"Not really?"
"You had your face buried in my pussy and were suckling me in your sleep, it was very sweet," she says, popping a bit in her mouth. I'm confused, but then I remember. Claire had cum and I had wanted to make her cum again, but that's all I remember...
"Oh God," I moaned, covering my face. "I'm so sorry."
"No! It was wonderful," she laughs, pulling at my fingers. "Really, it made me very happy. You were so sweet."
With many kisses and much laughter she manages to get me to unfold and return to our breakfast. We sit cross legged and visit in bed discussing ideas for the weekend to come, but then she bundles me off to the bathroom where she washes and shampoos me.
"Ah non!" she scolds, as I try reaching for her. "The Working Girl has no time for this if she's going to get her blowout!"
I whine, but she pushes me against the wall from behind and hugs me.
"We only have enough time for one orgasm this morning and it's going to be yours," she says crisply in my ear as her feet kick mine to either side until I am standing with my legs spread wide.
"Please Claire, let me-"
"That's enough Working Girl, we do what I want today," she commands as she reaches around and grips my pussy firmly in her hand; taking possession of it. "Don't shut me out... you liked this last night Sarah. And I want you ready for work."
Her fingers are rubbing my lips, bearing down on my clit.
"Mmmmm.."
The moan sounds wanton and unrestrained. I can hardly believe I'm making it. I push my ass against her and press my splayed hands against the tile as she pushes a finger into me.
"My Working Girl is so wet," Claire purrs.
"Yes," I whinge, my voice high, and again unrecognizable. I think of the way she made me scream the night before, I can't help myself.
"Mmmmmnnn God Claire!"
"I like it when you say my name," she growls. Her finger pulls upwards and exposes my clit, again I'm making little animal sounds and moaning like a harlot.
"Oh God Claire..." I whine. "... oh Claire!"
She's grinding her hips against my ass and her fingers are making slurping noises as she fingers me, I spread my legs wider for her, letting her fingers go deeper. Her other hand is on my still soapy breast, she's squeezing it hard.
"God I love your breasts," she coos in appreciation, pushing her fingers into me, squeezing her thumb and index finger together to pinch my nipple. She is looking over my shoulder, the side of her face pressed against mine. We are watching her hand together, watching her heft and grasp my breast, roll and tug at my nipple. "I love them so much, I love doing this to you, I love feeling you this way."
Her other hand is pushing two fingers deep inside me, curling back and pulling at me. With each withdrawal she presses the heel of her hand hard against my clit, a firm pressure but gentle movements. My body twitching, the heat burning in my belly. My knees unlock, bending and opening my legs even wider for her. I realize I'm making a high pitch whining sound, almost squealing with the pulsing movements of her hand.
"hyyyy... hyyyy... hyyyy..."
"I never want to stop Sarah," she tells me. "I want you like this forever. I love how you feel in my arms."
I feel a sea change taking hold of my body. There is a violence to it, like a pressure wave blowing across my guts and battering my clenched abdomen.
"Yes!" She cries. "Yes Sarah! I love this, I love feeling you cum!"
"Oh Jesus Christ Claire! OOOOOOHHHHGODCLAIRE!"
My feet are spread wide, my knees bent, I'm pressing at the tiled wall with all my might, arching my back and pushing my spread ass into Claire's pussy. I can feel her little blonde bush tickling my asshole. The orgasm is pulsing up through me, is bigger than me.
"I am going to fuck this ass," she swears and I climax, howling like a bitch in heat.
"OHCLAIREGODJESUSGODCLAIRE!"
She holds me so I don't fall, whispering obscene affectionates in my ear, holding me as I shiver and jerk, a wet rag in her arms.
"My Young Sarah," she soothes.
After insisting on drying me off she does my hair and makeup before telling me there's a car waiting to take me to work.
"It's too much,' I protest. But she just smiles proudly.
"There is not enough. Not after this week," she tells me. "Not for you."
With that she sends me off with two wet kisses and a box lunch of leftovers.
Both Keith and Ben greeted me with raised eyebrows.
It was like the opposite of a walk of shame. I'd brought a change of clothes with me to Claire's - wanting to be dressed up for Wes' arrival. Doing my makeup Claire had looked so happy. She'd told me she'd been thinking about it, and I was amazed with the results. I hardly even looked like me. I'd probably never looked this good before - especially not at work.
"My brother is coming tonight," I explained, nervously touching the big wavy locks with my fingertips. Keith and Ben seemed to know I was uncomfortable and both turned back to their work without further comment.
I settled in for work, feeling both embarrassed and proud of how I looked. I was glad it was just the guys seeing me.
"Wow! Look at you all made up like it's Fashion Week. Are you going to a wedding, because I
know
it's not Fashion Week?!?"
At the sound of Kathy's voice my stomach dropped. I stared back at her lifeless doll eyes, and her big smiling face, her backhanded question. I wished she'd fall through the floor.
'We get it Kathy,' I thought. 'I'm overdressed.'
"She has family visiting," Ben said - his tone was crisp... he was defending me.
"Oh hey that's great," she said. "Did you guys see Jen's email?"
"We did Kathy," Keith chimed in. "We're playing catch up right now, but I'll get back to her this afternoon."
"Oh because I thought maybe Sarah-"
"I'm on it Kathy, thanks," Keith told her, holding Kathy's gaze. She clearly wasn't done but after a short pause she nodded and left.
"That was some Nerd Diva mind trick magic," Ben muttered as we all returned to our work.
After that, with the exception of Keith answering some calls, the three of us worked in silence most of the morning. We were all getting swamped with changes. I sipped at my coffee and focused on the revisions I was responsible for, plugging them into my model, looking at the cascade problems each caused, making corrections to the code. So far I hadn't run into anything I couldn't handle myself. It was pretty brainless work, so I was also going over the events of last night and this morning in my mind, worrying them.
I thought about Claire calling me a whore and felt my face grow warm. My fingers pounded at the keys of my computer as I fought with myself, struggling to concentrate. I could feel myself getting wet.
Growing up I'd been terrified of being called a slut or a whore. I saw how those labels stuck, how the so-called sluts and whores were treated. It terrified me. My parents weren't rich. I didn't have older brothers to stand up for me. And my fucking boobs got so big so fast. I had done my best to hide them, to not be noticed. To make myself invisible. But then Danny had started talking to me in church and asked me out. Everything had changed. My mother had said I'd come out of my shell. I hadn't been so scared of everyone anymore - just Danny.
"Ben, what do lesbians do with U-Hauls?"
Keith was on the phone with London again and I had leaned back so I could whisper my question. Ben looked surprised.
"Second dates," he told me, as if that explained everything. His big bearded face wore a curious expression, his narrow set eyes stared back at me, smiling a little but maybe a little confused, his great thick brows pulled together. Ben had so much body hair it made his shirts stand away from his body. His shoulders were as wide and as big as Kwasi's but Ben wasn't nearly as tall. I wondered what it was like to have sex with someone that hairy.
"I don't get it," I admitted.
"It's just a dumb joke Sarah."
