Chapter 1: Tease
It had been a couple of days already, and none of her co-workers had commented anything about the new intern's looks, which was kinda weird, since the intern was a young woman, and very beautiful in that. She figured it was because the intern lacked in the "qualities" that the men in the office so adored, mainly large breasts and flirty behavior accented with revealing clothing. The new intern, Anette, hadn't any of those. Although she was very pretty with her long jet-black hair and bright green eyes, she wore plain-looking clothing that pretty much covered all of her small forms and she didn't act anything but professional towards the male population. Apparently, the men were turned off by this and didn't even attempt any lame pick-up-lines or other degenerate jokes.
But what was remarkable instead, was the fact that although not appealing to the males, Anette was very much appealing to Nina herself. She found herself looking at the intern again and again, without even realizing it herself. Her co-workers had long ago abandoned all attempts to woo Nina and decided that either she was some frigid religious weird-type person who abhors all things sexual or then just weird. Weird was much closer (or just hit the nail) but that did have anything to do with her opinion about male sexual partners. What explained that quite well, was the fact that she preferred other women. Although she had a friend who knew this but wasn't into girls herself, nobody else was aware of the fact or at least had told Nina they knew.
Sometimes Nina found herself wishing that Anette's apparent lack of interest towards men originated from the same reasons she herself had. It was not like desiring the forbidden fruit, Anette must've been at least 20 years old, for that was the company's policy concerning employees. And not like Nina could've been her mother or anything, being just 28 years old herself. But the fact that society at large still adopted a taboo-approach to woman-to-woman relationships was keeping her from outright asking it. And it didn't help it that her boss, and thus the boss of the whole section, was a conservative, well, bastard, that insisted on different "female jobs" and "male jobs", even at the cost of productivity when there would have been better personnel to handle said tasks, but they were of the wrong gender variety. Herself being, of course, the main example in her head. She was assigned to secretary duties, even though she was both a programmer and technical designer by profession. And then her unfortunate co-worker William, who happened to be a secretary by profession... They ended up doing much of each other's work when the boss was not looking, just for the simple fact that otherwise they both would get sacked when jobs wouldn't get done.
When the workdays ended, Nina usually tried to time her departure at the same time as Anette so she could, without being suspicious about it, look at Anette undressing and changing clothes, and sometimes even taking a shower. After which Nina usually needed a cold one. Just looking at her slender form made her feel like was a highway running up her spine. She was pretty sure Anette had noticed her not-so-casual staring, but for one reason or another, hadn't said anything.
One day, when the clock was ever so slightly creeping towards the 16:00 mark, which would allow her to once again escape the day's jobs and head to home and, perhaps, even glimpses the fair form of Anette on the way. But, that was only a small wish, and wishes rarely, if ever, got granted like they first look...
Nina was finishing up some stuff for William and was clearing up the next week's hours when suddenly Anette popped up there, bending over Nina's desk, her face quite close to hers.
"Miss", she said with her soft voice, "this came in a mail". And handed over a letter, which clearly didn't arrive in company mail, or probably any other, since it was missing the stamp, and for good measure, any address whatsoever.
"Emm.. thanks?" was all Nina could spit out right then. She looked right into those green eyes and tried to discern what was going behind them.
"I think you should open it in private", said Anette, while "accidentally" brushing her finger across Nina's lips. "There might be something that you would not like to share." Smiling, she added, with a barely audible breath "And I wouldn't either."
Nina had to swallow quick, either her heart would surely have jumped out. The feeling of her finger on her lips was intense enough, but that last breath of voice had taken the last ounce of her self-control to keep herself from kissing those lips that were oh-so-close to hers right then. Nina watched the young woman walk away towards the girls' quarters, swinging her hips slightly more than usual.
"Are the reports ready?" from the boss made Nina not only swallow her chewing gum but almost have a heart attack and stuff the letter inside her top away from the man.
"Yes, sir, here they are." She said and give him the pile of paper William had dropped off to her earlier. "Just finished with them. I'll just put these papers back to the archive and be on my way home for the day."
"Tomorrow then, Ms. Jennings." the boss said.
"Tomorrow, Mr. Port," replied Nina half-hearted, her head still full with Anette and what had just happened.
Without realizing it, Nina moved a little faster than normal with her off-the-work "schedule", so much so, that William noticed it when she was dropping the patch notes to him.
"In a hurry, Nina?" he said, raising an eyebrow.
"Just a bit, uhm, anxious," she replied. Feeling the blush began forming at her cheeks.
