Note: Hoped you all enjoyed Part I. I now incorporate a passion of mine into this part of the story using the character of Tiffany. Let me know what you think.
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A week went by, and Stacy got to know Derry. Stacy found out that Derry was a poor Irish girl who loved Red Hot Chili Peppers and who was resentful of the male sex. Apparently, she had had a steady boyfriend in high school who had gotten a little rough with her. Probably too rough, Stacy thought, since he had thrown her off the entire male sex. Stacy suspected rape. Derry was also very shy and reserved, afraid to speak her mind. But after she got to know Stacy, she seemed to open up. Stacy found out that Derry was trying to pay her way through college with her new job. Her bitterness toward men intrigued Stacy, and she put this fact in the back of her mind. Stacy would frequently drop a pen in front of her desk and have Derry pick it up, just to see the girl bend over and show Stacy her ass. Sometimes Stacy would even catch a lacy thong sticking out over the girl's skirt. For some reason, Stacy took off her wedding ring whenever she came to work now.
One day after work, Stacy felt like a drink, so she walked down the street to a bar. Ordering a beer, Stacy noticed Derry walking in and also ordering one. Sitting on the other end of the bar, Derry looked over and recognized Stacy. Her eyes widened in shock and fear. Stacy signaled for her to come over next to her. Derry got up glumly, carrying the beer, and sat down beside Stacy.
"Nineteen, huh?" Stacy said, taking a swig of her drink.
"Look, I'm sorry. If you want to fire me, go ahead-" Derry began.
"Who said anything about me firing you?" asked Stacy teasingly.
"You mean, you're not going to-" said Derry.
"Nope," Stacy answered, "besides, you look like you could use a drink."
"Thanks" Derry said quietly. They sat drinking together for a moment.
"Have you ever been to a spa?" asked Stacy.
"No" responded Derry. "They really are wonderful. Very relaxing, soothing" said Stacy.
"I can imagine" Derry said hopefully, amazed she still had her job. They talked for an hour, sharing stories, gossiping, and telling jokes. By the end of the conversation, Stacy thought she could have known the girl all her life. Also, by the end of it, they were both more than a little tipsy. Stacy could feel something coming out from within her, its confining walls broken and ruined. Stacy reached out to touch a green shamrock pin that was attached to Derry's blouse.
She grabbed it and stroked it, saying "What a cute pin? Where'd you get it?" Stacy didn't hear the answer because her hand had rubbed up against the girl's braless breast. Stacy rubbed the back of her hand all around Derry's breast, caressing the surprised girl. Derry did not resist. Encouraged, Stacy turned her hand and kneaded the soft flesh of Derry's tit gently, running her forefinger along the now hardened nipple. Derry breathed a soft sigh and looked into Stacy's eyes. "Have you ever been with another girl?" asked Stacy softly.
"No" Derry responded quietly.
"Would you like to..." Stacy said, leaning towards Derry's face. They kissed tenderly with Stacy's hand on Derry's breast, mildly squeezing her nipple.
Stacy snapped out of her fantasy, with Derry saying, "Oh this? My mother gave it to me." There was a pause.
"What?" Stacy said, slightly confused.
"My pin, my mother gave it to me" Derry repeated.
"Oh, yeah, yeah, your pin" Stacy said. Stacy stared at the pin.
"Are you alright? I mean you're acting kind of weird" Derry said, concerned.
"Yeah, I guess I'm a little too wasted. But I'll be fine in the morning" Stacy answered, laughing. Derry laughed with her. It was getting late, and Stacy thought she should be getting home. She got up to leave, giving Derry a big hug. She could feel the girl's full breasts pressing up against her own, the nipples poking hers. Smiling, Stacy said "See you tomorrow" and walked out of the bar. Derry sat alone at the bar for a time, wondering about things. That night, Derry found herself thinking of her boss. Her bright eyes, her gorgeous legs, her slender fingers. Derry didn't know what to make of these new feelings. She had never been attracted to another girl. She decided to put the thoughts out of her mind. Even so, something in her had awoken.
Later in the week, Derry went shopping. She found herself purchasing items that were considerably racier than any of her normal clothes. She convinced herself that they were "for work," subconsciously knowing that she would be violating some kind of dress code if she wore them. But she bought them all the same. Tiny, tight skirts barely covering her ass; tops so tight, one could see her tits clearly outlined. Extremely low cut blouses, lacy bras, and itty bitty thongs. She started wearing them to work.
She became increasingly giggly and flirtatious around Stacy, who seemed to like it. Derry had a feeling Stacy was keeping her from being fired for her dress. Derry would often bend excessively low over Stacy's desk, showing off her generous cleavage. Sometimes she would purposefully drop a pencil in front of Stacy to show her ass off while picking it up.
Stacy and Derry progressively became best friends throughout the next few weeks. They would often be seen together at Derry's desk joking around and gossiping, or in the break room talking. They went to bars together frequently after work.
Derry, meanwhile, took every chance she got to be with Stacy. She loved talking with her. Stacy was smart, nice, and so funny. One night, while at a bar, Derry asked Stacy, "Do you have a boyfriend?"
Stacy thought for a minute, and said slowly, "No, I have a...girlfriend." Silence fell between them, filling a few awkward seconds.
"So you're a..." Derry began.
"I like girls" Stacy said, looking at Derry intently. Derry looked back at her and hesitated about something.
"Good to know" she said, smiling an embarrassed smile.
Back at her apartment that night, Stacy thought about what happened. She was sure she saw something in Derry's eyes. Some glimmer of curiosity, of lust, of passion. All Stacy had to do was bring that emotion out into the open. She had certainly observed some changes in Derry's manner. For one thing, she now dressed like a total slut. For another, she always talked and laughed at Stacy's mediocre jokes. Now it was only a matter of time. The wait for Derry to make the first move, however long that may take. Stacy smiled a fiendish smile to herself as she gussied up in her bathroom mirror. From the bedroom, lying on the bed on her white silk robe, Tina called, "Baby, let's play a game." Stacy rapidly got undressed and entered the bedroom, swaying sexily. Tina laughed and rolled her eyes, saying exasperatedly. "No, not that kind of game. I want to ask you some questions."
Stacy, disappointed, said "How is that a game?"
"The questions are about hot girls" answered Tina.
"Oh, then I'll play" Stacy said enthusiastically.
"Good, now I'm gonna say some names of celebrities and you say if you think they're hot or not" Tina explained.
"O.K., go" Stacy said.
"Keira Knightley" Tina said.
"Sorta, but too skinny" Stacy answered.
"Scarlett Johansson."
"Hot! And great tits, too!"
"Paris Hilton."
