***All characters are over 18 and are fictional. Any resemblance to any real-life persons is purely coincidental.
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Amy was fully nude as she was sitting up against the edge of her desk in her office. Her secretary, Amber, also naked, was on her knees with her head between Amy's legs. She held Ambers' head close to her pussy as her mouth performed its duties to her. She breathing heavily as she as she was telling Amber what a good little slut she was being.
6:30AM
The alarm clock went off and Amy woke up. She reached out her hand to turn off the clock on her nightstand and sat up in her bed. She looked over to see that her live-in boyfriend, Phillip, was not in bed. She assumed he got up early to do a light workout and make breakfast for them like he sometimes does.
She thought about the dream she just had; it was another in a long line of lesbian sex dreams she was having the last six months. The crazy part about those dreams was that they were always about her receiving oral sex from women and nothing else. They weren't kissing, playing with each other's breasts, and she wasn't even giving them oral pleasure either, it was only about them getting on their knees to pleasure her.
Most of the dreams she had were of random women she has never seen or celebrities she was fond of. She sometimes had those dreams of women she knew personally, but that was the first time she had one about her secretary. She hoped she wouldn't feel awkward about it later when she sees her at work.
She went to the bathroom and washed up quickly before she met Phillip in the kitchen where he had breakfast and coffee ready for them.
"You had another one of those dreams, didn't you?" he asked.
"How did you know?"
"You were talking about it in your sleep," he said. "And it sounded like you were enjoying yourself."
"Oh, God, what's wrong with me?"
"Do you really think Amber is a slut?" he asked with a big smile.
"Oh, damnit, you know who it was," she said with embarrassment.
Amy told him about the dreams she was having early on. He, of course, loved hearing about them. She didn't think the dreams would last as long as it did, thinking they would fade out eventually. But they have become more consistent in the last month.
"If you're concerned about the dreams, why don't you see a therapist?" Philip asked.
"For what? A bunch of dreams? I'm not going to waste a fortune just to hear some quack say that I may be gay when I'm clearly not."
"Are you sure you're not at least bisexual?"
"I'm sure about it, please stop asking me that."
She was sure she was not gay, nor was she bisexual, and she was not in any kind of denial about it either. If her sex life with Philip and her previous lovers said anything about her, she definitely loved being fucked by a man.
To be absolutely sure about it, she tested herself by looking at lesbian pornography and masturbating to them, even imagining herself having sex with those women, but she never got any satisfaction from it. She tried it several times just to be sure, in the end she got no satisfaction from it and just switched to straight porn. She did get turned on from watching three-way scenes involving a man and two women, but she mostly focused on what the man was doing to them.
To be extra sure, her lesbian best friend and co-worker, Sarah, accompanied her to a strip club where she got a couple of private dances from some very attractive women. It was fun, but not in a sexual way, and she only ended up getting friendly with the dancers and became Facebook friends with them; Amy especially loved the foodie page that one of them has started.
She did tell Philip all about those things, she didn't want to hide anything from him. Of course, he liked hearing about it and suggested that they go to a strip club together sometime. She said no, but she was actually planning it as a birthday surprise next month.
They did come up with one theory that it may be because Philip doesn't go down on her as much as he should and her dreams are about her sexual needs. It doesn't explain why the dreams are about women, but to be sure Philip began going down on her more often which she absolutely loved. It did seem to work a little, but eventually the dreams started to come back. On the bright side, Philip learned to love giving her head and enjoys doing it for her even when she doesn't ask for it.
"I know it's not a big deal, but you seem concerned about them," he told her. "Either go see a therapist or do something about it yourself."
"How am I supposed to do that?" she asked.
"There's one idea I told you about but you never want to hear it."
"And the answer is still no," she said firmly. "I'm not going to have sex with a woman."
"If you're worried its considered cheating, I give you permission to do it as a one time thing. Maybe it's something you need to get out of your system."
"The answer is still no," she said.
She finished her breakfast and left to get ready for work. She put on a nice outfit, put on some makeup and fixed her long red hair. She took a look at herself in the mirror, thinking she was looking good for a woman who was about to turn to turn 30 soon. She wished her breasts were bigger, but Phillip liked her 34c's.
She said her goodbyes to Phillip and drove off to work. She met Sarah in the coffee shop next door where they got a pastry together before going next door to work. Amy told her about her dreams and told her about the recent one with her secretary.
"Amber, really?" Sarah said with glee. "You got good taste; she is so cute."
"Thank you, but I wish they would stop," said Amy. "Or at least know what those dreams mean. And don't say I might be bisexual; I already had that conversation with Phillip this morning."
"I know for sure you're not into women or else I'd be fucking you right now," said Sarah.
Sarah always flirted with Amy whenever she could. Amy liked it and thought it was just like how her guy friends would sometimes flirt with her, but at least Sarah is smart enough to actually hit on her like her.
"But you have to tell me, was I ever in any of them?" Sarah asked.
Amy thought about it a moment. She wasn't sure if she should tell her and get her excited about it; she was kind of like a female frat boy sometimes. But she already knew everything else about it so she decided to just tell her.
"Three times," Amy confessed.
"Nice," Sarah replied with excitement. "I hope it was as good as I always imagined it might be."
"You'll never know," said Amy.
They were on the elevator, heading up to their office on the tenth floor.
"Did Philip suggest you sleep with a woman again?"
