I was working as a temp in a small company at the time. I
had been there a week when I first met her. Some of the girls and
I were taking a quick break just inside the warehouse section of
the building when a woman I had never seen before walked through
the door. With a smile at us, she punched her time card and
strolled over to us.
"Long time, no see," she joked. Her voice was low and smoky.
I felt a shiver run through me. I looked to see who had opened the
docking bay door, but it was closed tight. I turned back to her. I
was struck by how beautiful she was. I felt almost frozen in
place. She was beautiful. Her shoulder length brown hair shone,
even in the artificial light. Her skin had a healthy glow,
testifying to a vacation well spent in the sun. It was her eyes
that really got to me, though. A soft gray, open and
straightforward. When she looked at me, it almost felt like a
caress. I mentally compared the two of us and found her to be the
better woman. My honey blonde hair was the same length as hers but
seemed lifeless when I compared it to her vibrant locks. I knew my
brown eyes were pretty, but were plain next to her gray ones. I
noticed I was taller by an inch or two and have always been told I
was statuesque, but her taut, athletic form made me sigh. She was,
in my opinion, truly stunning.
"Rebecca, this is Inga. She's here on assignment until we
get our records straightened out and up to date." One of the
girls, Theresa, gestured toward me. Rebecca turned to me and
smiled. She offered her hand to me and I automatically grasped it
in a firm shake.
"It's good to meet you," I mumbled. She squeezed my hand in
return. "You too," she looked directly into my eyes. "You have
strong hands." I looked down and realized I was still holding her
hand in mine. Quickly, I released her hand. After mumbling a quick
apology, I said something about needing to get back to work, and
left. As I walked through the door connecting the warehouse to the
offices, I heard Rebecca ask if she had said something wrong.
"Nah, Inga's just shy," Theresa told her.
"Very shy," someone added, and they all chuckled.
Great, I thought, irritated. Now she's going to think I'm a
bumbling idiot. I found that the idea bothered me, a lot. More
than it should have, really. I realized that, even though I had
never before had any lesbian tendencies, I was very attracted to
this woman. I also realized that her opinion of me mattered very
much. I found her to be the most sexually stimulating person I had
ever met, but more than that, I really wanted her to like me.
Before I could mull that over, I got a call from Heather saying
the next batch of invoices was ready for me to pick up. Pushing my
thoughts of Rebecca aside, I concentrated on my work.
The next day, as I fought my way through a mountain of
paperwork, Brian, the shipping manager I shared an office with,
said he was going to lunch and asked me to take any messages that
came in. I didn't mind doubling as his secretarty, it was easy
work. Just as he left, one of the girls poked her head through the
door and asked if I was ready for lunch. Without looking up, I
told her I was just going to eat at my desk. As I gestured to the
papers, I saw Rebecca standing there, watching me. She looked
absolutely stunning. Her slacks and jacket were made of silk, a
shade of gray just darker than her eyes and it accentuated her
body magnificently. Her hair was draped artfully to the side and I
swallowed hard as she lifted it off her neck and dropped it back.
"Oh, h-hello," I stammered. I felt my face getting hot. Oh,
hell, I thought. First I stutter and now I look like a tomato. I
hated blushing. I had never been one of those women who blushed
delicately. My entire face had become beet red and I knew it. I
averted my face and looked down at my desk. Eyes down, I said,
"Sorry, I, uh, have to get this finished. But thanks," I added. I
looked up briefly and found her smiling at me, kindly, almost as
if she understood what I was feeling. That would be funny,
considering I didn't even know what I was feeling. I had a
strange, tickling sensation in my stomach and I felt awkward,
uncoordinated. I knew I was attracted to her, but this strong a
reaction was totally out of proportion. Hell, she probably has a
boyfriend, anyway. Put it aside, I told myself. Tentatively, I
smiled back. I turned back to my work and my hand knocked into a
stack of papers, pushing them off the desk. They hit the floor
with a splat.
"Oh, hell's bells," I said under my breath and got down on
my hands and knees to pick them up. Suddenly, another pair of
hands entered my field of vision and started gathering papers
together. I looked up at her. As she handed me the papers, she
leaned close to me and murmured, "I seem to make you nervous Inga.
" I looked away quickly.
"I do, don't I?' she asked. I wanted to make light of it and
dismiss it, but I couldn't. All I could do was nod my head. She
grazed my jaw with her fingertips and gently raised my chin. She
looked into my eyes and held my gaze, searching.
"Why?" she whispered softly.
"I don't know," I told her, just as softly.
"I think you do," she whispered. "Are you afraid of me?" she
asked. Her hand was still on the side of my face, cupping my jaw,
and I found myself hoping she wouldn't move. I whispered no.
"Do you dislike me?"
Again, I whispered no. I felt myself getting lost in her
direct gaze. It was almost hypnotic. I could feel the rest of the
world just sort of slipping away.
"Good." The word was barely a sound as it left her lips. We
were kneeling so close together, I could feel her breath caress my
skin. Unconsciously I licked my lips and I watched her beautiful
gray eyes darken as they followed the movement of my tongue.
Seeing this, I felt a soft tug deep inside me.
A loud burst of laughter from the hallway outside my office
door startled us and we both jumped. Rebecca look a little
disoriented, like she had just woke up from a deep sleep. As for
myself, I felt my heart pounding in my chest and my breathing was
slightly shallow. Her hand dropped from my face and I could feel
my skin tingling where she had touched me. Rebecca dragged a hand
through her hair and I saw it was trembling. As I reached to
gather up the papers off the floor, I saw mine were too.
Theresa popped her head through the door.
"Hey, there you are. We've been looking for you, Rebecca.
You guys all set?"
We both stood up and began placing the invoices on the desk.
I told them I was skipping today. They asked Rebecca if she was
ready. As she headed out the door, she took a long, last look back
at me.
"Yeah," she whispered.
At four fifty I punched out and slipped my coat on. As I
stepped outside I noticed it had started to snow. I glanced down
at my high heels and sighed. I hoped it didn't get too deep before
I got home. Hunching down into my coat, I started toward the bus
stop. Luckily, I got there just as the bus pulled up. Just as I
pulled the change from my pocket and got in line a car drove past.
The driver honked and when I looked I saw Rebecca waving to me.
She was smiling at me, but it was a little different this time. It
seemed more intimate. I returned both the smile and the wave.
"Hey lady, you gettin' on or what?"
I looked up and saw that everyone else was on the bus and
the driver was waiting for me. I quickly hopped up the steps, paid
my fair and took a seat. Luckily, not too many people were on yet,
so I was able to find a seat alone. As the bus pulled out into
traffic, I saw Rebecca's SUV turn in the other direction and head
off.
For the rest of the night, I thought about what had
happened. I couldn't have imagined the exchange between us in my
office, or that intimate look that passed between us at the bus
stop. If that were the case, maybe there was a chance. I went to
sleep that night replaying the day's events in my mind.
Hallelujah, it was Friday. That meant dress casual. Which
for me translated into a pair of tight fitting black jeans, ankle
high black suede boots and a black and white pinstripe shirt. It
was a man's shirt, there was no disguising it, but I feminized by
wearing my black lace camisole underneath. The top portion of it
peeked out from the shirt where I'd left it unbuttoned. I was
always much for comfortable like this. As I strode into the
warehouse to punch in I noticed the girls standing around the
coffee machine. Rebecca was with them. She saluted me with her
coffee cup and raised her eyebrow, asking if I wanted a cup. I
smiled but shook my head, showing her the can of soda I had with
me. I said good morning to the group and went back to my office.
It was the end of the month and I had a lot of running around to
do. This was the time when I had the unenviable task of delivering
all the employee invoices for their orders. This morning though,
it didn't bother me. I was in an unusually good mood this morning.
I remembered waking up feeling energized. Not about to look a gift
horse in the mouth I didn't question it. Normally I had a hell of
a time getting to the point of being even marginally functional.
The morning flew by as I buzzed back and forth between offices,
but I stopped short when I saw my next delivery was to Rebecca. I
felt my heart speed up in my chest. I followed the hallway down to
her office and knocked on her door. I got no answer. She wasn't in
her office. I was so disappointed I actually felt a little
foolish. I was going to slip the bill under her door when I
decided to keep it instead. At least then I'd have a legitimate
reason to seek her out again. I didn't want to examine my behavior
too closely or I would feel like a fool, I knew.
Around lunch time I was back at my desk trying to work and
failing miserably. Instead I was watching the clock and hoping she
would come by for lunch again. Theresa knocked on the door jam and
asked if I was ready. I put down my papers and grabbed my lunch.
She wasn't coming. As we sat down at the small table they had set
up for us I casually--I hoped-- asked about Rebecca.
"Oh, she won't be here for lunch today," Theresa said
between bites. "Doctor's appointment or something. Why?" I said I
had an invoice for her and I didn't trust slipping it under her
door. Theresa agreed. With that, we both settled in and ate.
The rest of the day passed uneventfully. Actually, I was
getting a little disappointed that I wouldn't get to see her again
before the weekend. Geez, this is pathetic, I thought to myself. I
was just about to start updating the accounts --by far the most
tedious part of the job-- I heard a knock on my door. Brian had
left at three, so I turned around, expecting to see a driver who
needed directions. It was Rebecca. Just seeing her, I felt like I
had been punched in the chest. God, she was so beautiful. Get a
grip! I told myself firmly. I smiled at her.
"Hey, what's up?" I asked.
She came in a little and looked at me quizzically. "I'm just
surprised to see you here, that's all."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, it's almost five thirty. You usually leave right at
four fifty." She gestured outside, and it was then I noticed it
was pitch black.
Very simply, I panicked. "Oh hell! `Oh, sure, Mr. Cutler! I
can get these done by tonight. No problem!'" I mimicked myself in
disgust. I tossed my pen onto the desk and dragged my fingers
through my hair.
"Hey, what's wrong?" I turned to see her. I could see her
eyes clouding with concern. For me. I felt my chest get a little
tight. I explained to her that one of the vice presidents had
asked a favor of me, to get a certain group of invoices finished
and compiled with their corresponding record folders for a meeting
he had in the morning. I had told him no problem.
She waved her hand in dismissal. "So, just stay a little
longer, that's all," she said.
I shook my head. "You don't understand. I don't have a car.
I don't drive at all, and the last bus leaves the industrial park
at five, exactly." I saw her eyes widen a fraction and I knew she
understood. I sighed. "I guess it's a good thing I'm wearing these
instead of my heels," I muttered, glancing down at my feet.
"Why's that?"
I started. I didn't realize she'd heard me. "It's about five
miles to my apartment. It's going to take about and hour and a
half in this weather to walk it. I don't even want to think about
trying it in heels," I joked, trying to lighten the atmosphere.
"Forget it," she told me firmly. "I'll drive you home."
"You can't do that, Rebecca," I said. I secretly relished
the feel of her name on my lips. "I really do have to stay until
this is done, and I won't ask you to wait for me."
"Why?" she asked.
Personally, I thought it was a dumb question, but I answered
anyway. "Because it's going to take me at least another hour's
work, it's Friday night, and I'm sure you have plans."
She just grinned. "Nope, not a one. I guess you're stuck
with me." With that, she took off her coat, grabbed a book out of
her bag, sat down at Brian's desk and started reading.
I just stared at her a moment before returning my attention
to the work ahead of me. Knowing she was only two feet behind me
made it hard to concentrate, but every now and again I could
actually feel her gaze travel over me. I had never experienced
that before. The sensation of actually feeling someone watch me.
After a while I couldn't resist the temptation to look at her.
When I glamced back at her, I found the book still open in her
hands, but she wasn't reading it. She was watching me. Her gaze
was heavy, her eyes dark. She wasn't smiling like she normally
was. Her lips were parted slightly and moist like she had just
licked them. Imagining that bit of eroticism sent a flash of
electricity through me. My awareness of my body was incredible. I
could feel everything. My lips parted as I exhaled, my breathing
choppy.
"I know." That was all she said before she turned away from
me. I watched as she leaned back and raked her fingers through her
hair. They weren't steady. I didn't have to ask what she meant. I
knew. I felt the same way. I knew then that whatever was
happening, was happening to both of us. She was just as affected
by it as I was. That knowledge just made it that much harder.
I turned back to my work, determined to finish it soon. I
had a feeling the drive home would be interesting. Actually I was
hoping for something more, like earth shattering, but we'd see
what happened. Considering the state I was in, I finished in
record time and forty minutes later told her I was ready.
"So am I," was all she said. She held my gaze for a moment
before turning toward the door. We gathered our things, punched
out and stepped outside. I followed her to her car, watching the
sway of her body as she moved. She was the most graceful creature
I had ever seen in my life.
We got to her SUV and while it was heating up, I helped her
scrape the snow and ice off. The tension between us was so thick I
didn't think I could make it all the way to my place without
losing it. Lightening the mood was definitely in order. I
discreetly packed a snowball and when she came around the front I
pelted her right off the shoulder. Her head whipped up in
surprise, then a devilish grin spread across her face. Uh oh. I
backed up slowly and watched as she packed a handful of snow. I
dove for cover behind the bumper just in time. The tightly packed
snowball whizzed past me and landed in the snowbank at my side.
Soon we were both giggling like schoolgirls, throwing snowballs at
eachother as fast as we could form them. I ducked another of her
missiles and looked for cover from the next when I slipped on a
patch of black ice and landed flat on my back. I felt the wind
knocked out of me and lay there for a minute to catch my breath.
"Inga!" Rebecca rushed over to me, dropping the snowball
she'd been preparing. She knelt down next to me on the ice and
helped me sit up. Her eyes were shadowed with concern. As I looked
up into her face I realized I was falling in love with her. She
must have seen something in my eyes, because hers darkened. Her
face shifted, subtly, from concern to something far more basic.
She lowered her face to mine and when our lips touched, I thought
my heart would stop. Her lips moved softly over mine, sliding back
and forth in an erotic massage. I felt her tongue slide across my
bottom lip and opened my mouth to allow her access. Our tongues
danced together, sliding across and curling around each other. I
could feel her fingers tangling in my hair and when she clenched
her fingers, I felt it between my legs. I felt like I could kiss
her forever, and when she pulled her head back I whimpered. It
took me a moment to open my eyes and focus. When I did, I saw that
she looked just as affected. Without a word needing to be spoken,
she helped me up and we got into her truck.
The trip was made almost in silence, the only words spoken
being when she needed directions. Beyond that, nothing really
needed to be said. It wasn't an uncomfortable silence, like
between two strangers who didn't know what to say, but easy, like
two people who knew they had all the time in the world.
We got to my apartment in a matter of minutes. We hurried
across the parking lot to the outer door. The lock proved
difficult, due to both the cold and my anticipation. Finally I got
the door opened and we were inside the warm hallway. We climbed
the stairs quickly and when I had the door to my apartment
unlocked, Rebecca steered me inside, shut the door and pushed me
up against the wall.
"God help me, I know I shouldn't rush you," she mumbled as
she frantically stripped my coat from me and pulled hers off as
well. "l shouldn't, but I need you Inga." As soon as the last word
was spoken she pressed her lips to mine, kissing me almost
savagely, her tongue pushing past my lips to explore the inner
reaches of my mouth. I wanted to tell her I needed her too, but my
mouth was preoccupied with hers. She was pulling at my clothes
like she wanted to rip them off me but didn't want to frighten me.
I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her body tightly
against mine, rubbing myself against her. She groaned and her
fingers attacked my shirtfront, trying unsuccessfully to unbutton
it. She growled deep in her throat, never once breaking contact
with my mouth. Both her hands went to my front and without
hesitation pulled my shirt opend, ripping my buttons off and
scattering them across the floor. The savagry of the act only
intensified my need for her. I pulled her shirt tails out of her
slacks and my fingers fumbled with her belt buckle.
"Dear lord, why did you have to wear a belt, Rebecca?" I
whispered roughly. I couldn't get the damn thing open. She
chuckled a little, her voice sounding shaky. She took my face
between her hands and kissed me deeply. Then she pulled her head
back and said something I didn't understand.
" What?" I concentrated on what she was saying.
"I said, where's the bedroom? I want to do this right." She
grinned at me. I loved her. I told her it was at the end of the
hall. She looked behind her then faced me, holding my hands in
hers and walked slowly backwards, pulling me along with her. We
got to the bedroom and both of us stared at the large bed that
dominated the room. We looked at each other. There was no
uncertainty, no awkwardness between us. We laid down on the bed
and slowly stripped each other, each of us worshipping the other's
body. I looked at her, stretched out on my bed and all I wanted to
do was pleasure her. I frowned and bit my lip. There was one small
problem. I didn't know how.
Rebecca saw my frown and immediately asked what was wrong. I
blushed but looked directly into her eyes. "Rebecca, I want to
make love to you, but I -- I don't know what to do." My courage
failed me and I lowered my eyes. She pulled me close to her and
let her lips drift across my face. I moaned and nuzzled into her
embrace.
"Have you ever been with a woman before Inga?" she asked
softly. I shook my head no. "Can I ask you something rather
personal?"
I chuckled. Here we were, nude and in bed together and she
was worried about tact? "Of course you can."
"If you aren't a lesbian, then why did you react so strongly
--so naturally to me?"
Her question caught me by surprise and without thinking I
told her the truth.
"Because I love you."
Oh, my God. I couldn't believe I had just said that. Jesus,
we'd only known each other a week.
"How can you know you love me? We've only known each other a
week." Her voice had deepened, softened. It was a good sign. At
least she wasn't pushing me away and running out the door. If
anything she pulled me closer to her, holding me tight against
her. How could I explain to her how I felt? I couldn't even
explain it to myself. All I knew was she was the one I loved. I
didn't care that she was a woman. Gender no longer mattered.
Neither did time. I loved her, it was that simple. I told this to
her and as I did, I watched her. Her face softened, her mouth
trembled and her eyes glistened with tears. When I saw she was
crying, my eyes began to water as well. Oh, god. I'd made her cry.
I pulled her close to me and buried my face in her hair. I told
her I was sorry, so sorry, but please don't cry because of me. She
chuckled, a sound choked with tears, but a laugh nonetheless. She
pulled back from me and I looked into her face. She was smiling.
Thank God. She pulled my face down to hers and met my lips with
hers in the softest, most wonderful kiss I had ever felt.
I felt the shift, when passion overtook the embrace. Still
all we did was kiss, letting the passion rise and sweep us away.
The urgency had returned, but not as desperate now. Slower. We
began to move against each other, seeking more contact between our
bodies. Her hands clenched in my hair as our tongues swirled
together. My hands roamed across her back. Finally, Rebecca broke
the kiss and rolled me onto my back. At looked at her quizzically
and she grinned. I watched as she lowered her head again, this
time to my breast. I felt the tip of her tongue brush across my
nipple and gasped. When she licked it, I sighed. When she bit it
softly, I groaned, when she pulled it into her mouth and began to
suckle it I stopped breathing all together. I was parilyzed by the
pleasure she was giving me. She lifted her mouth off me and began
to massage my breast in her hand.
"Breathe," she whispered, then lowered her lips to my other
breast, her hand still kneading the first. One breath. Another.
Another. Soon I was panting, gasping for air as she continued the
sensual assault on my body. I kept my eyes open even when they
wanted to drift shut. I watched her as she devoured my body with
her hands, mouth, lips, teeth and tongue. I couldn't lie still, my
body was writhing, out of my control. Finally, as she settled
herself between my thighs, she softly stroked the outer lips with
the tips of her fingers. She looked up at me.
"Are you ready?" she murmured. All I could do was moan. I
begged her with my eyes. She smiled, a slow sexy smile that made
my heart beat even faster. "I'll take that as a yes." She lowered
her head and I thought I had died. The feel of her mouth and
tongue rasping over me, opening me to her kiss was indescribable.
I felt her tongue flick across my clit rythmically, back and
forth. My breath was coming in great gasps. My hands clenched at
the bedspread, clawing at it. I was moaning uncontrollably. That's
when I felt her slide a finger inside my throbbing pussy. Inside
me I felt her curl her finger and she began stroking my g spot
with the same rythm she was using on my clit.
"Oh sweet Jesus, Rebecca," I panted. "I can't... it's too
much...ohhh" Hearing my words only made her intensify her
ministrations. I felt as she pushed one finger against my anus,
gently probing. I opened myself further to her. I was overwhelmed
by sensation as I felt her push her finger in up to the knuckle
and start pulsing it in and out of my ass. I pulled my legs as far
apart as I could to grant her full access to my pussy and my ass.
"Yes," I panted. "Oh yesss..." As I reached my climax I
heard myself cry out. My body arched off the bed as I pushed my
hips up, forcing her deeper into me. I was shattering, splintering
into a thousand pieces. Oh god...
When I opened my eyes again, Rebecca was leaning against the
head board with my head on her lap. She was gently stroking my
hair and letting her hand drift back and forth softly over
whatever parts of my body were within reach. I sat up and looked
at her in confusion.
"What happened?"
She just smiled at me and pulled me back down to her. "You
passed out," she told me. I groaned and tried to roll away, but
she held me tight to her and tilted my head up to look me in the
eye. "Don't be embarrassed, honey." The endearment melted me. She
lowered her head to mine and pressed a soft kiss to my lips. When
the kiss ended, she rested her forehead against mine. In a soft
voice that rang with complete truth she murmured, "I love you,
Inga." She looked into my eyes. "I want to stay with you tonight."
"Of course." I smiled at her.
Four months later...
I had been placed in another company and even if the work
was the best, I at least liked the people. I was just glad the day
was over. I got off the bus at my stop and ran across the street.
It was starting to rain, one of those spring rains that soaked
everything before it was through. Sufficed to say, I was soaked
when I got to my building. I hurried up the stairs and let myself
in to the apartment. I was looking forward to curling up in my
sweats and watching a little tv. I hung up my coat and purse,
right next to the umbrella I had forgotten to take with me that
morning. I shook my head. Ah well, I was home now. I changed into
the loosest sweats I could find and did exactly what I had planned
to do. I popped a movie into the VCR and curled up on the couch
with a mug of soup.
About halfway through the movie, I heard a key in the lock.
I looked over just as the door opened.
"Hi sweetheart," I said. As Rebecca crossed the room to me,
I put down my mug and lifted my face for a kiss. "How was your
doctor's appointment?" I was nervous. We had been waiting for the
results for three weeks...
She smiled at me. "I'm fine. The doctor said it was just a
small cyst." She giggled when she saw my shoulders slump in
relief. She sat next to me, wrapping her arms around me. "You know
what else he said?" I shook my head. "He said that when we want to
try the insemination, I'll probably concieve on the first shot." I
pulled her to me for a passionate kiss.
"I told you, not before we get the house." I kissed her
again. It never fails, I thought as I felt myself getting wet. All
I have to do is touch her. I felt her need rise in her and when
she roughly pushed me back into the cushions and started pulling
at my pants I knew I was in for a wild ride. She was still the
agressor, and I wouldn't change a thing. I gasped when her fingers
slid into my already wet pussy.
"I love you Rebecca," I panted as she carried me toward my
climax.
"I love you too Inga," she murmured. After that, we didn't
say anything at all.
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