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*Author's Note*

This chapter is nearly a stand-alone. It is chapter 11 of my ongoing series, but could likely be enjoyed on its own. The rest of the series has different themes, and if you enjoy those, then that's wonderful, but it is definitely not 10 previous chapters of lesbian sex.

Regardless, please enjoy!

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Hayley couldn't remember the last time she was this nervous. Maybe when she had her first company board meeting. No, more recent was her date with that man, Francis. Horrible name, and he gave off such serial killer vibes. Yes, that was the last time she'd felt this way.

Normally, at least the last 3 years, she had been cool, calm, and in total control of herself at nearly every possible moment. To be anything else was tantamount to destruction. Perhaps that was a tad overdramatic, but founder and CEO of a company at 18 years old, especially as a woman, meant that the world was always watching and waiting for you to fuck up. Always. Emotions were reserved for the bathroom and the bedroom. Other places were where the critics and the media lurked.

21 years old now and she was in charge of a small company that insiders had valued at three quarters of a billion dollars. Why the fuck was she nervous about meeting a woman for lunch? Not even a date, though Jocelyn was pretty enough to make Hayley idly fantasize at night with her hand between her legs, just lunch with a fellow woman. Hayley was navigating strategy meetings and board meetings on a daily basis with people who would happily stab her in the throat for her job, but lunch was scary?

Jocelyn may have fifteen years on Hayley and a way of grinning like a wolf from a fairy tale, but when they met at a cancer research fundraiser a few months ago (five thousand bucks a plate was quickly becoming the norm for the sorts of events Hayley attended) they had hit it off like they were made in a lab to be friends. Jocelyn's husband rarely came to these events, so when Hayley saw her at the next one, they had sat together immediately and picked up right where they left off. It turns out when you're one of the obscenely wealthy you run into the same people again and again. You also spend a lot of time at fundraisers and charity events, as long as you have a soul that is. Some don't. Jocelyn seemed to, and Hayley was terrified of turning into one of the cruel, money addicted sleazeballs she was forced to interact with. Thankfully, Jocelyn was different.

Jocelyn, or "Joss" as she had told Hayley her friends called her, was offensively attractive, casually confident, and always knew the correct thing to do. She was everything Hayley aspired to be and that was the scariest part of her. Hayley wanted to be like Jocelyn, wanted Jocelyn to like her. She wanted to be the kind of person that made other people consider bowing or curtsying when she walked in the room. It wasn't necessarily the power that she craved, too much power was scary, it was the respect. People treated her like an idiot child just because she was 21 and a woman. Nevermind that she had invented the fucking product that made the company. Nevermind it was her engineering that had put them on the map and made every member of the board stupid rich. She was a young woman, and therefore she belonged at a secretary's desk, not at the head of the table.

"Stupid," she muttered to herself as she tried to find parking near the restaurant. "Stupid to be nervous. Stupid to try and park downtown like this." But mostly, and she kept this part inside so it couldn't escape to the world and become reality, she felt stupid for thinking she was going to be an equal to Jocelyn. She had a long way to go before she stopped feeling so fucking... inferior around her.

Hayley had to circle the block twice before she found street parking. In that time she passed the restaurant and saw Jocelyn sitting outside at a small table, sipping a glass of something and looking like she owned the place. Hell, she looked like she owned the whole block. It took all of her willpower not to jog down the street to the restaurant. That would be unladylike and certainly give the wrong vibes for the lunch. Good vibes only. Good feelings only.

Hayley arrived and Jocelyn noticed her immediately, waving her over. Fuck. Fuck she was so pretty. Hayley was wearing a floral sundress, a broad brimmed hat, and a pair of sandals, and she immediately regretted her choice of outfit when she got a good look at Jocelyn. She felt simultaneously overdressed and underdressed. The older woman was wearing just jeans and a nice blouse, with a necklace that likely cost as much as some cars. But the simplicity of her outfit--absurd jewelry notwithstanding--was overshadowed by how good it looked on her.

Despite of her intense anxiety about literally every aspect of this lunch except the food offerings, Hayley smiled at her friend and wandered across the patio to join her.

"Darling, you look simply radiant today!" Jocelyn exclaimed as she rose from her chair. She pulled Hayley into a light hug and kissed her once on each cheek. "You should wear little dresses like this more often, they show off your legs in wonderful ways." This was followed by a wink and one of those laughs that made it clear the world should laugh with her. Oftentimes it did. Hayley certainly did, chuckling along until the older woman stopped and they took their seats.

Hayley looked around the patio as she got settled in and realized that they were the only people there. "I thought this place was always packed," she remarked off handedly, "can't believe they're not swarming with people."

Joss laughed and waved a hand dismissively, letting the sun catch the bangles on her right wrist, "Honey, I bought out the patio. I wanted us to have some privacy and I thought it would be worth the extra couple thousand." A couple thousand dollars? Just for some privacy? Somewhere deep inside of her, Hayley knew that she also had that kind of money to throw around, but she still held onto the mindset she had when she was growing up, where you shouldn't spend any money if it can be avoided. Charity and investments and all of that were a different story. This is... just unnecessary. But not to Joss. It's just the price of being happy.

"Wow, that's uh, that's generous of you," Hayley said with unease.

"Hush now," Joss waved her hand again, "I want to have a private lunch with my friend so I'm going to make that happen."

"Well thanks. Honestly, I've been really stressed with work lately and this is a good way to relieve some of that," Hayley said with a smile.

Joss made a pitying face and placed one hand on Hayley's. "Darling you are worth too much money to be working as hard as you do. You need to relax more. The company won't fall apart overnight because you get high and watch the stars."

Hayley giggled at the thought. She wasn't a drug user, and hadn't expected Jocelyn to be one. But stranger things had happened. "Not really anything I've ever done," she admitted.

"Oh, well then we'll make that happen. Nothing quite soothes me like a bag of weed and a night out on the patio watching the cosmos float past. Add in some good sex before or after or ideally both and you'll feel like you've never actually been stressed before." Joss winked and giggled at Hayley's discomfort.

Hayley wasn't a virgin, not by any means, but it still seemed a topic best discussed in another venue than lunch on a sunlit patio. "That sounds nice," was what she actually responded, though she could tell Jocelyn could see right through her.

"It is nice, better than nice, really. You--" she cut off as their waiter came over. There was no discussion about what Hayley wanted to eat or drink; Jocelyn simply ordered for both of them. Hayley thought for a moment that was rude, but then realized that Jocelyn had never steered her wrong at this sort of thing and let it go. "Anyway," she continued once they had their privacy again, "You should come over to the house this weekend. Fuck it," Joss gestured with both hands as if her new idea was too powerful for a single hand-wave to properly display the strength it held, "Stay the weekend with us. Forget about work. No phone calls, no meetings. You come spend the weekend at my place and we'll drain all the stress out of you."

"I..." Hayley was conflicted. That sounded really nice. Really, incredibly, amazingly nice. To relax and not think about work at all. But could she intrude on Jocelyn and her husband like that? For two and some change days? More importantly, could she survive that sort of prolonged contact with a high energy woman like Jocelyn who made her feel all sorts of things that she wasn't used to feeling?

"Darling, quit thinking about it. You're doing a lot of unnecessary thinking. This is your problem. This is why you always have headaches and you stress about work all the time and you can't ever stop bouncing your leg," Hayley immediately stops herself from bouncing her knee under the table and sits silently in embarrassment for a few moments. "I'll make sure you have a good time and come out the other side sufficiently relaxed, ok?"

Joss has a good point. Hayley could use a weekend away from the world. At least away from her version of the world. A stressful world made up only of work and meetings and headaches and uncomfortable clothing. Fuck. Hayley guessed that at least at night she could lay in whatever bed they provided for her and rub her pussy to get rid of the growing feelings she had towards Jocelyn. She didn't consider herself to be gay, that wasn't... well it wasn't appropriate mostly, but it also was an odd thought because she enjoyed men plenty. At least the ones she had been with. But there was something intensely alluring about a woman's body. All soft curves and good smells and the way their hands would know exactly where to go on her body to send electric sparks rolling through her. Hayley shuddered at the table and had to force herself out of her fantasies.

"Is it that repulsive to you to spend a weekend at my house?" Jocelyn almost looked offended, but the hint of a smile on her face told Hayley that it was said in jest, even if perhaps it shouldn't have been.

"No no," Hayley held up her hands and sighed. "I've... You know what, forget it!" she said with more gusto than she intended, "Fuck it. Fuck work for a weekend. Yes, I would love to come stay with you." Joss grinned so wide that Hayley thought it might split her face in half.

"That's my girl," Joss patted her hand and just barely rubbed the back of her hand in a way that made Hayley shiver. "Come by early Friday. Leave work early, tell everyone you're taking a long weekend. You're the boss, you're allowed to do that."

"But the uh, the company--"

"But nothing. They owe you. It's all your company right? All your idea, all your product?" Hayley nodded in response. "Then tell them to fuck off. Take the day, take the weekend, and come relax." Hayley's walls eroded quickly and she nodded again. How did Joss do this? Her pure force of personality was overwhelming, and Hayley found herself agreeing with everything this gorgeous woman said.

"Ok, yeah, ok. I'll come by around two or three Friday afternoon," Hayley said softly.

"Come by at noon." Jocelyn's voice was firm.

"I'll come by at noon," Hayley agreed despite herself.

"Good," Joss smiled, "I'll make sure the place is nice and ready for you." Hayley wasn't quite sure what to make of that, nor of the way that Joss grinned at her. But it was probably just Joss being Joss.

Their food arrived soon after and their conversation turned away from Hayley's overworked existence to other things while they ate. Lunch was a slow roasted chicken club with a Caesar salad and some kind of spicy soup that Hayley decided she needed to get the name of after only one bite. It was all, frankly, fucking fantastic. Joss may have ordered for her, but now Hayley was glad that she did. None of this would have been her first choice; looks like Joss really does know best.

The rest of the meal seemed to fly by for Hayley. The time was lost in moments of delicious food and somehow even tastier words from Jocelyn. The way she talks and holds herself makes Hayley feel like she belonged in a museum for arousing activities, and they could just capture the entire essence of her being. She didn't exactly like the way Joss made her feel, but it was undeniable. Fuck.

As they wrapped up, and said their goodbyes, Joss planted two little kisses on Hayley's cheeks and whispered a last reminder in her ear. "Friday. Noon. We're gonna get high and relax and look at the stars."

"Ok," Hayley nods.

"Say it for me," Joss demanded.

"We're gonna get high and relax and look at the stars."

"That's my girl," Joss smiled and patted Hayley's cheek lovingly.

And then she was gone, back to a car that she didn't have to drive on her own to be whisked back to her mansion. And all Hayley could do was panic a little at how she could possibly handle a weekend with this woman and her husband. She had only met Jocelyn's husband once and embarrassingly couldn't even remember his name. That was something to try and track down before Friday. Just two days away. Hayley blushed as she climbed into her car and sat there for a long moment. Minutes passed and she just stared down at her knees, wondering if this crush was going to be debilitating long term or if she would eventually get over it. God, she hoped she would get over it sooner rather than later.

Finally she was able to pull herself out of her stupor and she drove home. It wasn't a long way home, truthfully Hayley wished it was longer to give her more time to sit with her thoughts and think about things that bothered her. There was a lot of that. Work things, dating stress, family issues. None of it stuck at the front of her mind like her thoughts about Jocelyn and weird questions about her sexuality. Hayley knew she would have to confront these thoughts in a more meaningful way at some point, but that didn't have to be now. For a while, just a short while, she could pretend that none of these things would bother her.

Hayley went back to the office and tried to work. It was a waste of time though. Her mind was a mess, full of muddled thoughts and distant fantasies. Work was a distant second in her mind as she tried not to think about what she would do in just a couple short days when she was at Jocelyn's house for a whole weekend.

The rest of the day trudged past in a slow motion blur. She had meetings she didn't pay attention to, read reports that might as well have been Greek, and had at least one phone call that she couldn't remember. It was a mess. A long, stupid mess. Every minute that she was there just solidified for her that she needed a break and Joss was right.

Hayley began to hate work. It was something that usually brought her such a sense of pride and accomplishment, but after her lunch with Jocelyn she started to realize that maybe she was wasting her time. Wasting her life. She was only 21 years old but she already felt like she had done nothing for the last three years but work and work and work and try to build up the company. Sure she was paid well. Ridiculously well. But other than that, the only thanks she had received was... well none. A few kind-hearted, warm messages from charities.

Hayley sighed and held her head in her hands as she eyed the clock. 4:47. Technically leaving early, but she no longer cared. She gathered her bag and left her office.

"Have a nice night, Rebecca," she said to her secretary on the way out the door.

The poor woman was so stunned at Hayley leaving early that she couldn't even form a response until Hayley was out the door. 10 minutes early and it was like the sky was falling. Was Hayley really going to keep herself trapped like this forever? Where an extra ten minutes of freedom received the same reaction as if she had squatted and shit on the floor?

That night Hayley finally let her thoughts about Joss consume her. Lying in bed, her ceiling fan oscillating above her and a thin beam of moonlight slicing through the curtains, Hayley's hand slid down her body. She didn't like that this was her response to thinking about her friend. Her friend. Not a romantic partner, not a hook-up, just a friend. But Hayley's mind still wandered to thoughts of the beautiful brunette's face between her legs. Those dark eyes looking up at her as her tongue licked away at Hayley's needy pussy.

Hayley's hand found her panties and lifted the waistband to dive inside. She was too needy to fully take her clothes off or to take the time to pull the dildo out of her nightstand, too wrapped up in her actions to do anything that would delay the electric pleasure. Within moments her fingers found her slit--already wet--and she traced up and down with the middle two fingers.

"Ahhh," she sighed softly to herself. "Ohhh yesssss." Hayley's eyes closed and she let the filthy fantasies fill her mind. Joss licking her and sucking at her clit was the dominant one, and her fingers circled the pleasure nub rapidly. "Shit," she gasped, "fuck yes, Jocelyn, please. Eat my pussy. Oh yes!" She squeaked to herself as she writhed around on the bed.

Her free hand pulled the old t-shirt up to reveal one perky breast, though it was quickly covered from any potential viewers as she began to grope herself. One hand on her chest, massaging aggressively, while the other toyed with her pussy. She writhed on the bed, her legs squirming wildly back and forth as pleasure built in her body. Moving on from her clit, needing a change of pace, Hayley slid her fingers down and plunged two between her lips, stretching her pussy slightly and making her gasp louder into the darkness of her room.

"Oh fuuuck!" she whimpered, "fuck my pussy, Joss!" She pictured Jocelyn spreading her legs, a thick dildo in her hand to treat Hayley's pussy the way she needed it treated. Rough and fast and hard and... Hayley shuddered as she came all over her fingers. She tried to hold it in, if for no reason other than to maintain some small measure of her dignity as thoughts of Jocelyn holding her down and taking her filled her mind, but the shrill scream of ecstasy likely woke the neighbors.

Hayley felt sick, in a way. Not physically ill, but feverish, dizzy, confused. She had thought about Jocelyn before in a sexual way, but never had the fantasies been so vivid. Never had she been fantasizing like then when she was just about to go visit her friend. The fantasy took shape once more in her mind, as it seemed her libido was not yet finished with her. This wasn't terribly unusual, but Hayley usually watched porn if she was going to be masturbating back to back. There was no porn though, no video rented from a local video store. Not even something on one of the premium channels that she would pay a bit too much for considering how much of it she would actually watch. No, there was only Joss.

Jocelyn held the dildo to Hayley's lips, still dripping with the younger woman's juices from her orgasm, giving the wordless command that Hayley knew she had to follow. Her mouth opened and she began to suckle greedily, not because she wanted her own flavor so desperately, but because Jocelyn wanted her to. In reality, that horrible place where she wasn't actually being fucked by her friend, Hayley sucked her fingers clean. She slurped at her hand with hungry groans of pleasure, knowing that Jocelyn would love the sight of her cleaning herself. She tried not to think about how good she tasted or the implications of that.

The fantasy continued with only the shortest possible interruption for Hayley to dig into her nightstand and pull out a dildo. It wasn't a massive thing, perhaps a bit more than six inches, but it was still slightly bigger than any real dicks she had experienced. She told herself--and her partners--that size didn't matter. And it didn't, right up until it did. And tonight, it mattered. Hayley needed something thick that would pound deep into her. Something that could at least potentially match the energy she wanted from Jocelyn right now.