It was 9:35 on a Tuesday night and Amber and I were doing the paperwork that comes with closing the store each night. I was sitting in a chair stapling and rubber banding the day's sales together while she stood and wrote out our totals on the deposit ticket and the store and office records.
I watched as she shifted from one foot to the other, her perfectly round ass looking as spectacular as ever in tight but tasteful black pants. Her breasts were sitting petite and perky in a maroon tank top with black sequins across the top. I could never tell when her nipples were hard; she denied me that pleasure by wearing thicker bras.
"Are you all right baby?" she asked looking over at me. She always called me baby. It never ceased to make me smile or tingle underneath my skirt. I hadn't realized I was staring at her midsection and hadn't moved in a few minutes.
"Yeah, I'm fine, just a little tired," I replied.
"Well we'll be home in just a few minutes, I promise," Amber responded with a smile.
Amber had been my roommate for about two months so we only took one car with us to work everyday. She had known I was a lesbian before she moved in, everyone that worked with us knew, but the topic had never come up in conversation before and she had never mentioned it when I told her she could move in with me when her lease was up on her former apartment. Amber being my current naughty desire, I hadn't had any girls over to our place since she had moved in.
As this thought passed, I dropped my stapler on the floor and it fell between her muscular legs. As I shyly tried to pick it up without touching her legs, my arm accidentally grazed her calf. Just as I was standing back up, I could swear I heard her gasp and exhale deeply. Thinking that this was just one of my daytime fantasies that strike me from time to time, I dismissed it and continued stapling.
"Deanna?" She started, a few minutes later.
"Hmm?"
"It's been a while since I've you know, been with someone, and it's also been a while since I've been with myself." With that, I couldn't help but giggle, even though I knew she was trying to make a point. "So I apologize if I seem a little strange lately or if you hear mysterious noises coming from my room," she said shyly, turning red in the face.
The thought of Amber's moans sent chills reverberating through my body that made me warm and shiver at the same time. "It's ok, we all have to do it sometimes," I replied trying to sound composed, when my inner freak wanted to hear those noises because of what I was doing to her body.
"Well we're finished," Amber stated, stacking the paperwork together and putting it in a brown folder.
As I turned to stand up, my breast grazed her arm and I felt my nipples harden, and Amber's body tense as she bit her lip. I saw her fighting with herself to remain professional and walk out of the office without reacting. The turmoil showed on her face, as she stood frozen, as if I had ignited some sort of fire within her.
Seeing this, I put my hand on her side and turned her to face me. Her eyes peered down to meet mine and I could tell that she was nervous; I could see the apprehension in her face and feel it in her now quickened breathing. Nevertheless, mixed in with her anxiousness I could tell she was ready: her face had flushed and her eyes begged me to continue.
The realization of my dreams right on the cusp of creation, I wanted to calm her down and let her know that I was going to take care of her, so I cupped her face in my hands and kissed her with a more tender and desirous kiss than I had ever placed on any woman's lips. She responded immediately by kissing me back and putting her hands on my waist. We had carried on like this for quite some time, without a word being said, when I decided to slowly slide my right hand down her chest, over her right breast and down her stomach. At her stomach, she moaned: a quiet but eager dusting of a noise.
"Is that it baby? Is that your spot?" I breathed seductively, kissing her jawbone and onto her neck.
"Yes," she breathed back.
She smelled intoxicating as I sucked on her neck and massaged her breasts over her tank top. Her tiny moans and the feel of her hands rubbing my back and my shoulders aroused me, my Calvin Klein panties were soaked in desire, and my clit longed to be caressed.
Sensing that she was comfortable, I pulled her tank top over her head as she dutifully lifted her hands up to reveal more of her milky skin. I kissed her neck as I unclasped her black, Victoria's Secret bra and watched her perfect breasts fall out. Small enough to almost fit completely in my mouth, I took one of her beautiful, erect, pink nipples in my mouth and sucked and nibbled on it with such eagerness to please that I felt her knees weaken and pleasure flow through her body. I cupped the other breast in my right hand, slowly ran my thumb over the nipple, and then stroked it with my index and middle fingers before switching sides. Every now and then I would let my hand glide down to her stomach and lightly tease her with my fingernails, causing her to shudder and squeeze my back. When I finally moved my hand to her warm and awaiting spot, the wave of pleasure that went through her body forced her to shriek and nearly fall down. At this, I laughed and began to unbutton her pants.
