Preamble

Challenging story about two women where the one is straight but eventually reciprocates love making to the other woman.

Awakening

New colleague triggers unexpected reaction.

By

JMK17

I remember the first time I saw her. She walked into the conference room like she owned the place...on her first day. I was expecting a newbie but when she walked in I was a little lost for words. She was wearing dark high waisted pants and a tailored dark blue mens shirt rolled up at the elbows showing muscled, tanned arms. Her closely cropped hair extenuated that strong jaw, but what really caught my attention were her eyes. So green with flecks of gold, she looked fucking incredible. She also looked really very definitely female so as caught off guard I was by her, I was way more caught off guard by me, or specifically the reaction I had to her.

My name is Jo Andrews. I had been working as an analyst at Robert and Greenman for the last three years. I was 27 years old and newly out of a relationship with my very definitely male ex-boyfriend. But there I was looking at her like a pubescent boy who sees boobs for the first time. I managed to pick my jaw up off the floor in time to return her smile and shake her hand, trying not to make a complete fool of myself.

"So nice to meet you" I smiled, looking into her eyes. Anne, the operations manager, introduced her to the room as Dylan Knowles, the new consultant, here to help whip R&G into the high flying investment we all knew it could be. Of course! We had all heard about a new consultant starting, R&G wasn't a huge company so I would have registered a new employee but I especially remembered when her employment was announced because she was rumoured to be hot shit. I mean that in a business sense obviously but looking at her now I could see it applied in every sense. Dylan Knowles had a reputation for taking firms to the next level before moving on to the next big thing. Getting her to R&G was something of a coup for us.

"We've booked Dylan in to sit down with all of you to go your roles and help get her up to speed" Anne said. "Let not scare her off on the first day though folks so go easy!" She laughed easily and I found myself looking at her again. I quickly realised I was not the only one, in fact I think every woman (and a few mens) in the room eyes were glued to her.

"Check your calenders guys!" Anne told us as the meeting wrapped up. I pulled my eyes away from her and walked back to my office in a bit of a daze. Since when am I attracted to women?! Granted I've always thought women were beautiful but not in a I want to rip your clothes off kind of way. Wait do I want to rip Dylan's clothes off?! I shook my head to try and clear my thoughts. Maybe I just needed to get laid, my ex-boyfriend while a nice guy, hadn't been super talented in the bedroom. I checked my calender and saw that I had a meeting with Dylan booked in for tomorrow first thing. Time to do some actual work Andrews, worry about Dylan tomorrow.

A few productive hours later I was walking out of R&G on my way home. Home was a 20 minute train ride away in a little two bedroom flat that I shared with my best friend, Jess. Usually meeting a hot new colleague would definitely be something I'd share with Jess but I felt weirdly private about my sudden and unexpected attraction. Fortunately I didn't need to worry as walking in the front door it was immediately clear that Jess was otherwise "occupied" with her latest guy. Throwing on my trusty sound proof headphones I sat down on my bed to do a little mindless internet scrolling. Dylan kept popping into my mind and after fighting the urge for exactly three seconds I typed her name into google. To my delight quite a few things popped up - a local article about an amateur boxing match that Dylan had won, a LinkedIn profile which showed a seriously impressive list of top class companies over a short period of time and Dylan's facebook page - set to public no less!

Clicking through Dylan's profile I found myself staring at her pictures, feeling that sense of attraction all over again. She was slightly androgynous with a masculine energy whilst being powerfully female at the same time. It was so...sexy. Apparently lots of people agreed with that assessment as I noticed a lot of very attractive woman hanging off her in her pictures. Didn't seem like she had a type...other than female. I found my assumption that she was gay confirmed by a picture of her holding the rainbow flag. I felt a flutter of excitement. Looking at these women I found myself assessing my appearance in comparison. I was around 5'6, blonde with a slight wave and crystal blue eyes. I knew that men found me attractive but in truth I had no idea if women did. I assessed myself critically, having always been somewhat blessed genetically I managed to keep myself in good shape without spending too much time at the gym. My "assets" were firm and tight while also managing to be soft. I noticed by nipples were hard through my bra and couldn't resist the urge to give them a little squeeze. My hands continued down, skimming my belly and tracing back and forwards across the outline of my panties. This is just what I need, a little release to get this weird crush out of my system and confirm my new found fascination was just a little misplaced hornyness. My hand continued to venture lower, I briefly circled my clit before stroking the length of my slit. I spread my wetness up and down, gasping softly as I teased at my opening. Yep, this is exactly what I need...

The next morning I paid extra attention to my work attire, deciding on a light gray pencil skirt, white shirt which was clingy in just the right way and a dark blazer. I put my hair up in a bun with a few tendrils of blonde hair hanging down and a bright red lipstick.

"Damn girl you look hot!" Jess exclaimed as she downed a second expresso and gave me the once over.

I laughed and waved as I headed out the door, not wanting to explain my choice of attire just that second. My meeting with Dylan was at the forefront of my mind as I dressed this morning. My late night self love had done nothing to dull the feeling of attraction when I woke up and remembered we had some alone time booked in today. Walking into the office I felt a little nervous but the feeling quickly evaporate when I saw the mountain of work on my desk. In fact I was so busy I completely lost track of the time until I heard a knock on my door and looked up to find Dylan smiling at me.

"Hey, hope I'm not interrupting?" She asked, handing me a cup of coffee. "Thought you could use this, I walked past earlier and you looked slammed"

"Oh thanks" I smiled, feeling flustered that I hadn't really prepared myself for seeing her. "Grab a seat". Dylan moved gracefully into the seat directly opposite me, folding her long legs underneath her. God she looked good, I noticed her eyes quickly flick the length of my body and I felt myself blush.

"I read your report for the last quarter, seems like you've got things down but I wondered if you could run me through your numbers?" Dylan asked, oblivious to the effect she was having on me. I squared my shoulders and went through the logistics. She was clearly sharp and she asked some very pertinent and insightful questions. I could immediately see how she got a name for herself in the industry. An hour or so later it seemed I had navigated my way through our discussion without embarrassing myself.

"Thanks for that Jo, think we are going to make a good team" She grinned as she stood up to go. She stretched as she stood, arching her back slightly in a way that made her shirt pull tight across her chest. My mouth watered looking at her, her breasts were small but perky and I wondered what they'd look like without the confines of her shirt in the way. I blushed red again and turned away to avoid staring at her.

"Anytime! I'll see you later" I managed to mutter.

What the actual fuck?! I had never in my life met a woman and jumped to imagining her naked in a day. I was straight...wasn't I? I had to admit that I was reconsidering this currently given the very physical reaction I was having to Dylan. I tried to think back over the woman who had been in my life over the years. Sure I had friends who I thought were gorgeous but I never really wanted to have sex with them. I'd never so much as kissed a girl before. And then there was my history with men, I had always found men attractive and I enjoyed sex with men so what did this whole thing mean? Maybe my last relationship had messed with me more than I thought?

I managed to get through the week by putting my thoughts about Dylan largely on the back burner. It was a busy week so this was relatively easy to do, particularly as we didn't cross paths again. By the time Friday rolled around I felt pretty normal. I even agreed to join my colleagues at the local pub for a Friday drink. It didn't really cross my mind that Dylan would be there until I heard her throaty laugh from across the bar while I was ordering myself a gin and tonic. She was wearing a tailored black suit with a bottle green shirt, as she leaned over I noticed a tattoo peaking out across her collarbone. She locked eyes with me and waved, beckoning me over. I took a deep breath and a good swig of gin and walked over.

"Jo, hi!" she grinned. "Perfect timing, you can save me from Dave here trying to convince me do an interview with Finance Times. What is it with PR guys and "exposes" she winked at Dave good naturedly.

"Next to doing the right thing, the most important thing is to let people know you are doing the right thing" I quoted.

Dylan raised her eyebrows at me in surprise. "Ok Rockefellor!" she laughed. "I'll think about it" she shot at Dave, who turned to give me a high five before excusing himself to get another drink, leaving me alone with Dylan.

"So how was your first week?" I asked.

"Not too bad, seems like there's a lot of potential" Dylan answered, her eyes sparkling. "How long have you worked at R&G?"

"A few years" I answered.

"I heard some competitors made a move for you recently, what makes you stay?"

Now it was my turn to look surprised. "How did you know that?!" I exclaimed.

She smiled and tapped her nose. "I've got my sources".

"I like the team here and I think there's room for some growth. It's kind of nice to be on the ground floor of something, not just one of the masses in a big company" I answered, noticing how intently she was listening to me. "What about you? Looking to settle down at R&G?"

She smirked at me for a second before shaking her head. "I'm a love it and leave it kind of girl I'm afraid. I like the freedom of moving around".

"Sounds like you haven't found the right place for you then" I answered.

"Maybe. Another drink?" She asked, I hadn't even noticed my glass was empty.

"Sure, thanks" I smiled as she took my glass and moved to the bar. I watched her move, my eyes falling to her tight ass and she walked.

"So what do you think of her?" A voice asked. I turned to see Anne following my gaze to Dylan.

"Huh?" I asked, feeling myself blush again.

"She's good right, very on the ball" Anne said. "I'm actually thinking you guys would make a good team on the Faber Inc pitch". Wow. Faber Inc were a big deal and I was pleasantly surprised that I would be in the discussion to handle negotiations.

"That would be great!" I beamed at Anne. "I'm sure I could learn a lot from Dylan".

"She was impressed with your meeting." Anne nodded. "We'll talk details on Monday" she said as she grabbed her coat to go. I grinned to myself and turned back to the bar to see where Dylan was with the drinks. I caught her slender figure leaning against the bar, smiling down at a particularly voluptuous blonde who was running her hand along Dylan's arm. The smile slipped from my face in an instant as I watched Dylan bend to whisper something in the blondes ear which made her throw back her head and laugh, pushing her tits forward, seemingly much to Dylan's enjoyment. Guess she forgot about my drink I thought to myself as I grabbed my own coat and turned to go.

Walking out of the bar into the cold air, I felt a little stupid. Had I really just walked out all because Dylan was talking to some girl? The fresh air cleared my thoughts and I was now definitely rethinking my abrupt departure. I could have spent a little more time trying to wrap my head around whatever this thing was with Dylan.

The more I walked the more I pondered what exactly it was I wanted. The answer was that I had no idea. I was definitely very attracted to her and my body was clearly responding to that but could I really imagine myself in bed with a woman? Touching her, having her touch me? How different could it really be? Pretty different I decided. For one thing I didn't really know how to please a woman, obviously I could get myself off but doing it to someone else seemed different. Guys were so much easier, no messing around, if he's hard he wants you. You can pretty much treat all dicks the same and get a good outcome. But women? More complicated for sure. That was well evidenced in the varying experiences I'd had with the men who'd been in my life.

A short train ride later and I was opening the door to my flat.

"Hey stranger" Jess exclaimed as I flopped down on the couch.

"Hey, flying solo tonight?" I asked, thinking about the potential need to utilize my earphones again.

"Yep, Jason just left. Gotta give the poor guy a break" she winked at me.

Jess has been my best friend for years, we'd originally met through mutual friends when we'd both moved to the city. Not really knowing too many people we had naturally gravitated towards each other. She was my confidant, biggest cheerleader and I regarded her as family.

"Speaking of flying solo, Jason has a really cute friend..." Jess started.

"Oh right" I started but my thoughts immediately flew to Dylan.

Jess started babbling about some guy called Nick who apparently was cute and funny and smart and didn't I think it was time I got back out there.

"I dunno Jess" I began, shaking my head slightly.

"Babe, it's been 2 months since your break up."

"Yeah I know, it's not that..", I blushed and looked away from her when she raised her eyebrows at me. As I turned to look back I felt a pillow hit my face that Jess had just launched at me.

"You shit! You've been holding out on me!" she exclaimed. "Spill".

I blushed deeper as a small smile played on my lips.

"It's nothing" I said.

"Like hell Jo Andrews, you never crush on anyone!", "Who is he?"

My stomach dropped slightly at "he" but I didn't correct her.

"Just someone I met at work" I said evasively.

"A hot someone? What's his name?"

"Dylan", Thank god for gender neutral names I thought to myself. "Very hot".

"Do you think he's interested?" Jess' interest was clearly piqued.

"I have no idea, We've only just met" I answered, again careful to avoid pronouns but Jess didn't notice.

"What's his surname?" Jess asked, whipping out her phone to log onto social media.

Shit. "Oh he's not online, don't bother" I said quickly.

"Not online? Who's not online in this day and age?"

I shrugged at her non-committally.

"Well I think it's definitely time you go out there"

"Oh yeah?" I smirked at her.

"Definitely. Have some fun girl, you work too hard."

I rolled my eyes at her.

"So are you gonna make a move or what?" She pushed, not letting the issue drop.

"No! I don't even know how to make a move" I blurted out.

Now it was her turn to roll her eyes. "Flirt Jo. Show a little skin, be a little touchy. Jesus, drop your pen and bend over in front of him. Just do something"

"Their probably not even interested" I said looking down.

"Don't do that! How many times do I need to tell you, you're a babe! There's probably not a guy this side of the city that wouldn't want you naked in their bed!" She grabbed my hands to empathize her point.

"Ok fine, I'll try I guess" I said resignedly. It would make sense to at least test the waters to see if Dylan's interested. That way if not, I can put things behind me once and for all. If she was though...I guess I'd work that out when we got there.

"YES!" Jess yelled in triumph. "Go get him girl!"

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I woke up Monday morning after a restless night thinking about what my next "move" would be. Again, I was unusually attentive to my outfit choice, deciding on a fitted navy dress that finished about my knees and showed a hint of my cleavage at the neckline. I was applying the finishing touches of make up when Jess walked into the bathroom. She looked at me appraisingly before nodding her head.

"Wear your hair down" she instructed me. I removed my hair tie and let my hair fall free, settling again just above my breasts. "Perfect" she grinned with approval.

Sitting on the train a short time later I noticed I was getting some glances from the men on the train. Feeling a little buoyed that I did indeed look good, I walked into R&G ready to start my exploration of whether Dylan could be interested. It wasn't until late morning that I ran into her on my way to the photocopier.

"Hey you" she smiled broadly at me. "Where'd you disappear to the other night?"

Oh. In my haste to work out how I was going to flirt I had kind of forgotten about my sudden exodus from the bar on Friday.

"You looked busy so I thought I'd leave to avoid cramping your style"

She cocked her head at me questioningly.

"The blonde?"

She laughed, surprised by my answer.

"You wouldn't have cramped my style, besides I'm a great multi-tasker" she joked. "Here I was thinking you had left me hanging because you'd left with someone".

I shook my head and leaned forward to grab my papers from the copier, giving her the opportunity to glance down my cleavage. Her eyes seemed to fleetingly skim down at me but they didn't linger too long.

As I turned to look up at her I noticed Anne rounding the corner.

"Jo! Dylan! Great timing, can you both join me for a sec?" she asked, indicating her office.

Dylan gestures for me to walk ahead, hopefully taking the opportunity to look at my ass from behind. I put a little extra sway into my hips for her.

Anne closed the door behind us.

"So as you both know we will be pitching to Faber Inc in a few weeks, I think it would good for you both to take the helm for this one"

Dylan nods and asks Anne about the timeframe.

"I want this to be your primary focus" Anne says to us. "Landing this would be a big step in the direct we want to go".

I feel a little nervous at the prospect of being responsible for such an important task but Dylan seems completely at ease, taking it all in her stride. Of course she is I think as I glance at her. Maybe it's her confidence that I find so attractive? She's so self assured and ok it doesn't hurt that she's a lot of fun to look at. I realize I've been staring at her whilst I'm having these thoughts when she glances my way and her lips quirks up into a tiny smile.

Before I know it, Anne is ushering us both out of her office while announcing she has every confidence we will get the job done. Standing in the corridor with Dylan she smiles at me. "Looks like we'll be spending a lot of time together" she says.

I nod my head, hoping that she can't tell how enthused I am with the situation.

"Listen I have to run but I'll email you a time to catch up?" she says glancing down at her watch.

"Cool" I nod and turn to leave. I hear her phone ring as I walk back to my office and glance back at her. She's standing exactly where I left her and, although she's now on the phone, her eyes are still firmly locked on me. She glances away when she sees I've caught her looking and runs a hand through her hair. As she does her bicep flexes slightly and I swear I can almost feel my panties hit the floor. God she's gorgeous I think to myself. And now I'm going to be spending a whole lot of time getting to know her!

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Over the next few weeks Dylan and I spent almost all our time at work together. We definitely worked hard but this was interspersed with periods of genuinely getting to know each other better. As we became more comfortable around each other we seemed to naturally find ways to touch each other. She would pick lint off my shirt, I would playfully punch her arm when she made a joke. For my part I was resigned to the fact that I was definitely into her but I found it hard to tell what her feelings were towards me. Certainly there had been times when I felt her gaze on me or her eyes would linger for a second longer than necessary on particular parts of my body but I wondered if that was just wishful thinking on my part.

Jess was no use to me in this regard as she kept insisting I needed to be forthright and make it known if I wanted Dylan. I had continued to avoid the use of pronouns when discussing her so Jess remained unaware of the true reason for my hesitance.

The night before our pitch we were both working back late in the office. I was adjusting a spreadsheet when she leaned over to look at my work from behind me. I was painfully aware of how close she was to me and I could smell her perfume as she clicked away at the computer. In that moment, I wanted her to touch me. Up until this point I had been enjoying the flirtation but there were still doubts in my mind about being with a woman in a sexual sense. As I felt her shoulder up against me and felt the heat from her body, I had the urge to kiss her. Just as the thought crossed my mind, she leaned back away from me.

"Looking good" she said "I think that does it". She walked around the desk and stretched her arms in the air, causing the bottom of her shirt to ride up and give me a heart stopping glimpse of her toned stomach. I blushed crimson when I noticed my mouth had dropped open at the sight. Then realization dawned on me.

"Hey - you were wearing that shirt yesterday" I blurted out.

"Oh" she said glancing down at herself. "Yeah I didn't have time to get home to change it".

Her words hit me straight in the gut. She hadn't been home last night. She'd spent the night somewhere that wasn't home. I felt a surge of pain that I hadn't expected. She was an attractive woman, had I really thought she had been sitting at home thinking about me? It seemed ridiculous now that I thought about it.

"I usually keep a spare in my office" she continued.

"Well aren't you the boy scout, always prepared" I snapped.

Her eyes widened in surprise and she cocked her head to look at me.

"You don't keep a spare set of clothes? Maybe if you spend the night at your boyfriends or something?"

I swallowed and shook my head. "No boyfriend".

I swear I noticed her lips curl into a smile for a second.

"Is that where you were? With your girlfriend" I asked abruptly.

She smirks at me and shakes her head. "No girlfriend".

She walked around the desk and closed the distance between us and I stopped breathing. But she had only come over to remove the USB from the computer. I quickly turned away and grabbed my purse to go. As we walked out of my office she placed her hand on the small of my back to guide me through the door, my breath caught at the contact but I wasn't sure she had noticed. Outside the building we went our separate ways and I was left with my head whirling with conflicting thoughts. I thought back over all the small encounters we had. I tried to contextualize them by imagining she was really a guy, and I immediately came to a conclusion. If this was a guy I would think they were into me. I was doubting myself because Dylan was a woman and ultimately this was therefore completely uncharted territory for me. I felt like I was flying a little blind but the more I thought about it, the more I was felt the signs were there. She remembered small things I had mentioned about my life and when I spoke it felt like I always had her undivided attention. I smiled at the thought and felt a warmth rush through my body. I liked her I realised. This wasn't just an attraction, it was full on - got a crush, imagine what it would be like if we were together - liked her. In fact, I hadn't been the least bit interested or even registered anyone else since I'd met her. The warmth I'd felt a few moments before were replaced with panic. Taking a deep breath I decided to needed to talk to Jess about it, this was too much to process on my own. But not tonight. I needed to have my focus squarely on the pitch tomorrow and make sure my head was in the game.

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I woke up feeling nervous and that feeling persisted all morning. When I arrived at R&G I immediately went in search of Dylan to do some last minute prep. Finally, I found her in the kitchen making coffee and chatting casually to a colleague. How can she be so relaxed? I thought to myself, I was basically having heart palpitations thinking about our day ahead. When she noticed me standing there gawking at her, she smiled and turned towards me.

"Hey you" she said, again glancing the length of my body and apparently approving.

"Hi" I managed to squeak out. 'Can we run through things one more time before we set off?"

An hour or so later we had exhausted all aspects of our pitch and I was feeling slightly more at ease. We decided to make our way down to the train station. Dylan could obviously tell I was nervous so she kept me chatting about non-work related things to keep my mind occupied. Arriving at the station I was very glad we had decided to make our way down a little early. The station was packed due to an interruption in the line and the first train that came, we didn't get anywhere near.

Finally we made it onto a train, packed together like a can of sardines. Due to all the jostling it wasn't until the train started moving that I registered how tightly I was pressed against Dylan. I could feel her whole body against mine, the swell of her small breasts against me, the hard yet soft feel of her body through her clothes. She felt amazing. The train suddenly jolted and she immediately wrapped one arm around my waist to steady me, while my hand landed on her abdomen just below her breasts. I looked up at her and my breath caught. She was so close to me, her lips only an inch or so away from my own. She was staring at my lips and I felt her pull me into her slightly.

I wanted her mouth on me right now. Kiss me I thought desperately as I bit down on my lower lip. For a second she leaned down towards me and I instinctively parted my lips. My whole body was screaming as I anticipated her kiss. But her eyes flitted up to stare at me for a second before looking away. She seemed to let out a slow breath and her grip on my waist lessened.

She doesn't want me. I felt the sting of her rejection acutely. There was no doubt she knew I wanted her to kiss me and she hadn't. I wanted the ground to swallow me up. Thankfully the train pulled into the station and I quickly put some distance between my body and hers as other travellers began to empty out. Stepping off the train I was red with embarrassment. How could I have let this happen? I thought bitterly. We walked to Faber Inc in silence as I determinedly avoided looking at her.

Arriving outside the building she grabbed my elbow but I quickly pulled away from her.

"Are you ok?" she asked quietly.

"Yeah sure, let's get this over with".

"Jo, I-" she started but I quickly cut her off.

"Don't forget to lead with last quarter's figures" I interrupted, keen to discuss literally anything but what had just happened.

She seemed unsure what to say for a second but quickly collected herself and nodded.

"Ok, let's do it".

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A full week later I had done my upmost to actively avoid coming into contact with Dylan. The pitch had gone well but we weren't expecting to hear back til the end of the week. For my part, since that day I had been in a horrible mood. Even Jess had told me (unhelpfully) that I needed to get laid before I killed someone. The rare moments that Dylan and I had been in the same room together I had done my best to exit as fast as possible by feigning imaginary meetings and work that required my urgent attention. I knew she wasn't buying it but every time I saw her, the embarrassment of our train ride came rushing back. I was still moodily brooding over the situation when Anne burst into my office and announced that we had successfully landed Faber Inc.

In spite of myself I smiled broadly and felt a rush of pride that we had successfully got the job done.

"We are going to celebrate in ten minutes, bar across the street" Anne beamed. "Jo, I knew you guys could do it, well done".

I couldn't help but smile when Anne left, and immediately I wanted to speak with Dylan, but my ongoing embarrassment kept me from setting off to find her. No doubt she would be at the bar and with that in mind I headed to bathroom to check my appearance. Standing in front of the mirror I reapplied my lipstick and, on a whim, decided to unbutton my shirt so that my cleavage was more noticeable.

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20 minutes later I was in the bar, letting Dan from marketing buy me a second drink while I was being roundly congratulated by my colleagues. Dylan was also there getting her share of praise but I had largely managed to avoid her. Suddenly she appeared at my side with a drink in hand.

"Hey - I got you this" she smiled and she went to hand me a gin and tonic. Just then Dan appeared by my side with the drink he had bought me.

"Oh thanks, but Dan has me covered" I smiled at him while throwing a wink his way. He winked back at me, clearly he had notice my less buttoned shirt even if Dylan hadn't.

"Right, ok" Dylan said, setting the drink down on the bar but not leaving my side. I ignored her and turned my attention back to Dan until I felt her move away.

All the rest of the night I felt hyper aware of her presence and multiple times I felt her eyes on me. Given all my colleagues were keen to buy me a celebratory drink, I was definitely on my way to being well and truly drunk. Making my way outside to catch some fresh air, I stumbled on drunk legs when I felt strong hands catch me.

"You ok? That familiar voice asked.

I struggled of Dylan's grip. "I'm fine" I mumbled. But I was not fine, I was very drunk and I knew she could tell. Letting the cool air hit my face I took a deep breath and tried to stop my head from spinning to no avail.

Dylan guided me over to a table and pulled out her phone.

"I'm going to get us an uber" she told me.

"Us?" I asked.

"Yes, I'll make sure you get home ok, where do you live?" She asked me while typing away on her phone. I wanted to protest but there was a part of me that liked her looking after me so I quickly told her my address.

Standing by the curb as the Uber pulled up, Dylan still had her arm wrapped around my waist, steadying me. She guided me into the back seat and slid in alongside me. She reached over to buckle my seatbelt and my breath caught as her arm inadvertently brushed against my chest. She looked down at me and our eyes locked. For the second time in a week I was sure she was going to kiss me, but as quickly as the moment happened, she looked away from me again.

The feeling of rejection once again burst into my chest. "What is your problem?" I exclaimed before I could stop myself. She looked at me incredulously and says nothing.

"Do you want to kiss me or not?" I burst out, feeling my face flame as I say the words.

Dylan stared at me in surprise. "You're drunk" she said.

I turned my body away from her and looked out the window. "You don't want to kiss me" I muttered.

"Don't be ridiculous" she snaps. Before I can respond the uber pulled up to the curb and she's slipped out. She opened my door and the cold air hit me, my head began to swim and I grabbed Dylan to steady myself. The last thing I remembered before passing out was her strong arms lifting me to carry me into my flat.

I woke up the next morning with a throbbing headache and an overwhelming sense of dread. It took me a minute or so to attribute that feeling to the events of the night before and specifically my interaction with Dylan. What the fuck did I do?! I would kick myself if this hangover wasn't already kicking my arse.

Dragging myself out of bed and into the shower I took stock of just how badly I had screwed up last night. At least now I knew for sure that she wasn't interested and I could put this weird crush behind me. But her words keep ringing in my head Don't be ridiculous. Did she think the idea of kissing me was ridiculous or the idea of not wanting to? While I mulled that thought it occurred to me that I had no idea how I had actually ended up in bed last night. Turning off the shower, I quickly dressed and headed to the kitchen.

"Well good morning sunshine" Jess smiled at me before handing me a cup of coffee.

"Not so loud" I moaned, taking a sip.

"How are you feeling?" She asked in a slightly lower volume.

"Lowsy" I replied.

"So..." Jess started, causing me to look up at her.

"Dylan is...not a guy" she continued.

I swallowed and look away from her.

"Why didn't you tell me?" She asked. When I didn't reply she walked around the kitchen and sat at the breakfast bar next to me.

"Jo, talk to me", she grasped my hands and looked at me.

"I didn't know what to say.." I began before trailing off. "This whole thing caught me totally off guard".

"But you like her?" Jess asked.

I nodded and finally looked at her. She looked back at me with nothing but concern in her eyes.

"So are you guys...like together?" she asked

"God no!" I exclaimed. "We haven't even kissed!"

"Why not?" Jess asked.

"I don't think she's interested." I said in a small voice.

Jess snorted in derision.

"I'm serious!" I exclaimed.

"Yeah whatever Jo" she said, rolling her eyes. "She carried you in here, made sure you were ok and didn't leave until you were asleep. But you're right I'm sure she hates you".

"It's complicated" I start but she cuts me off.

"No it isn't. You're hot, she's hot. You like each other, go for it" she stated with finality.

"But I've never been...you know...into a woman before" I said with slight panic.

"Well I'm offended" she laughed but stopped when she saw I was serious.

"Don't overthink it Jo" she said, patting me on the shoulder. "Nobody who matters is gonna care if the person you date is a guy or a girl".

She made it seem so simple but my head was still a whirl of conflicting thoughts.

"I'm gonna lay down for a bit" I mumbled. As the moved to get off the stool, Jess pulled me into a warm hug.

"I love you, you idiot" she said "Go sleep it off".

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A woke a couple of hours later to a knock on my door.

There she was, standing at the door wearing tight black jeans and a sleeveless shirt showing off some seriously ripped arms. I blinked rapidly, thinking I must be still asleep.

"Hi" I squeaked, bewildered as to what she was doing standing in my bedroom.

"Can I come in?" she asked, lips twitching into a smile.

When I nodded she moved around the room to sit on the edge of my bed. I scrambled into a sitting position, hoping I didn't look too terrible in my barely awake state.

"What are you doing here?" I asked nervously.

Her head cocked to the side as she studied me. "I wanted to make sure you were ok".

"I'm fine, thanks. Sorry about last night, I'm so embarrassed" I stated, breaking eye contact with her as I blushed.

"We've all been there" she smiled.

I swallowed and considered my next move, What the hell I might as well go for it.

"I meant...what I said about you kissing me"

"Oh that." She smirked, and her eyes flicked down to my singlet. Having not really expected visitors I had flung on the singlet without a bra and my nipples were now clearly visible poking out of my shirt. Hey eyes lingered on my erect bumps for a few seconds before moving back up to my face.

"Do you want me to kiss you?" she breathed.

My breath caught in my throat at her words and I struggled for an answer. She let the silence hang between us as she watched me. Finally, the eye contact was too much for me and I looked away from her. But she quickly grasped my chin between her fingers and brought my eyes back to her as she leaned closer. She was so close to me now.

"Do you?" she asked.

I nodded quickly, bringing a wide smile to her face. Then she snaked one hand behind my head and brought her lips to mine. I groaned as her lips caressed mine, slowly at first but as I opened my mouth slightly, her tongue slid across my bottom lip, asked for entry. I gladly opened my mouth to her and when our tongues met, she pushed into me harder. She was a great kisser, insistent but not pushy while being the sexiest mix of soft and hard at the same time.

Finally she pulled away from me, both of us breathing heavily. I felt drunk with lust and I knew my panties were slick with my arousal.

"I have to go" she breathed against my lips. "But met me for a drink later?"

I nodded my assent. She quickly kissed me again before headed out the room and throwing me a sexy wink. I flopped back down on the bed, a wide grin on my face. That was...really hot. As first kisses go that was definitely the best ever, I thought to myself. It had all happened so fast, I was still reeling when Jess burst into the room to get the gossip.

"Damn girl, and I thought guys were quick!" she laughed.

"Shut up!" I laughed as she jumped onto the bed.

"Sooo...?" she asked.

"We kissed" I said blushing but immensely pleased at the same time. "And we're getting a drink later"

"Ok great, I'll stay at Jason's tonight" she winked at me.

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I had tried on everything in my closet before settling on a dark red dress with a plunging neckline and fuck-me heels for our drink date. Assessing myself in the mirror I decided my outfit was just the right amount of alluring while remaining decent. I had been nervous all day thinking about what lay ahead. As much time as I had been spent picking out an outfit, I had spent an equally long time deciding on underwear on the off chance I was going to let Dylan see them tonight. I finally settled on a black, sheer thong and matching lace bra that left very little to the imagination. I felt sexy...and nervous.

The bar was just a few streets from my flat so I decided to walk in order to try and exercise some nerves. Jess had dutifully vacated the flat as per her promise so that if I wanted Dylan to come back, the whole place was empty for us. Did I want Dylan to come back? I thought. Hell I'd been wet all day thinking about it and had even masturbated earlier thinking about her lips on mine in order to get some relief.

I spotted her as soon as I walked into the bar, she was dressed in tailored men's pants which showed off her long legs and a dark blue buttoned down shirt which cut in at her waist. She looked good enough to eat, and when her eyes locked with mine before slowly travelling the length of my body, it felt like her gaze was melting my clothes off.

She smiled and stood as I made my way over to her, kissing my cheek briefly. I closed my eyes at the feeling of her lips on my cheek, she smelt of men's cologne and whiskey.

"You look great" she murmured against me appreciatively. I blushed at her compliment.

"So do you".

We settled into our stools at the bar where she ordered me a drink before turning her body to face me.

"So, here we are" she said with a mischievous glint in her eye.

"Here we are" I returned, holding her gaze.

The next two hours flew by, the conversation flowed easy and we settled into our familiar banter. She had me laughing at every turn and I felt my attraction to her growing now we were finally outside of a work setting.

Halfway through I got up to go to the bathroom, walking away from her I felt her eyes burn into my back. I looked back just as I was pushing open the door to the bathroom to catch her staring at my ass. I smiled to myself as I entered the bathroom. What now Andrews? I thought to myself. Ok the connection was definitely there and pulling down my panties to pee I noticed with wry amusement that they were definitely wet.

Washing my hands, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Should I ask her to come home with me? I still felt on the fence. Taking a deep breath I decided to see how things played out before making a decision.

Unfortunately, on walking back to her I noticed that my seat had been taken. Sitting in my place was a gorgeous, busty redhead. Dylan was smiling at her as the redhead ran her fingers up her forearm. I felt a surprising prang of jealous. The redhead leaned over to whisper in Dylan's ear, giving her a perfect view down her cleavage.

Dylan pulled away from her as she noticed me walking over.

"Jo, this is Gigi. An old friend of mine" Dylan introduced.

Gigi regarded me coolly, smiling in a way that didn't meet her eyes. Batting her eyelashes at Dylan and ignoring me, she simpered "Friends? Is that what you'd call us handsome?" she asked coyly.

Dylan smiled at her blandly and turned her attention back to me, much to Gigi's disgruntlement. My stomach flipped in happiness at her focus.

"Nice to met you" I directed at Gigi. "Are you ready to go?" I asked Dylan abruptly, surprising her and myself at the same time. Dylan nodded her assent and grabbed her coat.

"Bye Gigi" I smiled.

Dylan insisted on walking me back to my flat on leaving the bar. Walking in comfortable silence, I feel her eyes on me and turn to look at her.

"You're cute when you're jealous" she smirks.

"I'm not jealous" I retort.

"No?" she smiles, "you sure got us out of there quick".

I shrug at her non-committally. Fuck It I think. "Fine, I was a little jealous".

I sneak a look at her and she's grinning broadly. "Like I said, you're cute".

Arriving outside of my flat I feel suddenly nervous. Before I can overthink things too much she leans into me and kisses me softly. Her lips feel so good on mine and before I know it I'm wrapping my arms around her neck as she pulls me closer, her hands resting on my hips. Her tongue snakes into my mouth, caressing mine softly. I moan at the feeling and gently suck on her tongue.

I feel seriously hot...and horny. I decided not to overthink it and pull her into my flat. As soon as I unlock the door she spins me around and kisses me deeply. Dylan pushes me back into the wall and deftly inserts her knees in between my legs. My legs clamp down on it and she pulls her lips from me, I shiver as she bites my neck lightly.

"If you want me to stop, now's the time to tell me" she says, her voice rough with desire. Her words are not matching her actions and she proceed to rock her knee into my groin, making delicious contact against my throbbing sex.

"I don't want you to stop" I groaned. That seemed to be the thing that snapped her last ounce of restraint as she spins me round to face the wall, leaning into my back.

"You have the tightest little ass" she hissed as she zipped down my dress to leave me facing away from her wearing nothing but my bra and panties. I heard her breath hitch as she reveals my panties and I silently praised myself for being prepared and wearing matching underwear.

Dylan pulled me to face her, reached around to grab my ass and lifts me up like I weighted nothing at all. God she's strong. She quickly carries me to the bedroom and deposited me on the bed as she stands above me. I lay on my back below her, breathing quickly, eyes diluted with lust. She slowly unbuttons her shirt, displaying her toned abs and small breasts encased in a sports bra. My mouth dried at the sight of her.

She quickly lays her body against mine, as she kissed me eagerly, stopping to lightly bite my bottom lip. Her body feels amazing against mine - hard and soft at the same time, and I knew my panties must be drenched by now.

I ran my hand up her chest and was delighted to feel her nipples stiffen in response to my touch. At the same time my nervousness came back in full force.

"Dylan..." I started as she kissed my neck, lightly sucking where she had kissed.

"Mmm" she said

"I've never...um...done this before" I whispered.

She lifted her head from my neck to regard me as I blushed crimson.

"Had sex?" she asked.

"...with a woman" I responded.

She laughed suddenly, "Yeah I figured".

I punched her lightly on the arm, "what does that mean?"

She smiled at my frown, "you seem nervous around me, and you blush constantly, I just wish I knew what you were blushing about", she kissed me lightly on the nose.

"Don't worry" she continued "tonight is all about you", and with that she resumed kissing my neck down to my collarbone.

"But-" I started but then stopped, her lips were seriously distracting.

"But?" she asked and she continued to trail kisses downwards.

"I um...oh shit...I" I completely lost my train of thought when she pulled my bra down and closed her lips around my nipple. I sit up quickly to pull off my bra and pushed her head down to my nipples again, which she sucked on and licked in tandem. While alternating between each nipple she reached a hand downwards and stroked the outline of my lips through my panties. I gasped and writhed beneath her. I felt her smile at me with my nipple still in her mouth, lightly brushing her teeth over my sensitive nubs.

My hips started to automatically grind against her hand as she rubs me through my panties.

"You're so wet" she whispers and kisses down my belly, licking as she goes. She sat up suddenly and pulled my panties off me, leaving me exposed with my legs spread for her. Leaning down she began to lick, suck and nib down the inside of my thighs. Carefully avoiding the one place I was so desperate for her to reach.

She lightly blows on sex, causing me to moan loudly. By the time she licks me I'm whimpering with need, "God Dylan, please" I say, my hand in her hair directing her to my swollen clit.

"I love it when you beg me baby" she says.

"Tell me what she want" she whispered, taking a long lick across my folds.

"Fuck me, please" I groaned.

Just like that her tongue is inside me, causing my hips to buck wildly. She slowly fucks me with her tongue as she holds my hips down. One hand reaches up to grasp and pinch my nipple.

"Ohhhh fuuuuccckkkkk" I groan. I've had boyfriends go down on me before, but this is something else. I'm dripping wet, squirming under her expert tongue.

She removes her tongue to my great frustration but two fingers quickly fill me and she licks upwards and swirls her tongue around my clit. I grasp her hair as she pushes her fingers deep inside me. She seems to instinctively know what I want as she ups the pace, sliding into me rapidly as she runs her tongue over the underside of my clit.

"Oh god, oh god" I moan, I can feel how close I am but Dylan suddenly slows her pace, bringing me back from the edge. And thus begins a tortuous routine of her bringing me a razors length away from orgasm just to pull back at the last minute.

Finally I'm desperate with need to the point that I push down on her head roughly to stop her from leaving me hanging again. Her fingers are fucking me frantically and my body begins to shake. She sucks my clit into her mouth hard and I scream. I feel myself gush as the biggest orgasm of my life rips through me. I must pass out because when I come back down to earth she is licking me softly, dutifully cleaning my pussy of my juices.

"Jesus fuck" I exclaim, my legs still shaking slightly.

She crawls up the bed and kisses me. I can taste myself on her lips and surprisingly I don't mind. She smiles at me in a maddeningly self-satisfied way.

"Where's your roommate?" she asks suddenly.

"Oh" I blush, "She decided to stay with her boyfriend tonight".

Dylan laughs at my obvious discomfort, "Was I that much for a forgone conclusion?" she asks, raising an eyebrow at me.

"Gigi thought so" I smile back at her. As I turn to lay on my side, her eyes stray downwards to my breasts. She reaches out and slowly strokes my nipple. It puckers under her touch. She's still clothed in her pants and bra, and given I haven't made a motion to remove them, she hasn't pushed it. I look downwards and admire her toned abs, with just the slightest flex I'm sure I would see a six pack protruding out at me. She pinches my nipple suddenly, forcing me to whip my head back up to her.

"Like what you see?" she smiles.

I lean forward to kiss me, my tongue invading her mouth. She kisses me so deeply my toes curl and I can feel my pussy begin to throb with need again.

"Turn around" she mutters against my lips.

I pull away from her and she grins at me. "Hands and knees baby" she winks.

I blush at her request but I can also feel myself getting wet.

I turn around on the bed, my ass in the air, presenting myself to her. She slaps my ass, catching me off guard.

"I'm been fantasizing about doing that weeks" she hisses in my ear and she leans over me. I feel myself quiver at her words.

Her fingers trace the outline of my puffy lips, engorged with arousal. She leans forwards and inhales deeply.

"I love how you smell" she mutters before flicking her tongue into my entrance, "and taste".

She positions herself behind me, and slides two fingers deep into my pussy. I feel my walls clench around her. She picks up the speed and in no time I'm moaning uncontrollably as she fucks me hard. My legs begin to shake as she pounds into me

My orgasm builds and crashes into me suddenly as my pussy spasms around her fingers. I'm screaming with ecstasy and she pushes me down again and continues to fuck me, pushing the pace into a higher gear.

Oh fuck I'm gonna cum again. Nobody's ever brought me to multiple orgasms in one night before, but here she is giving me the fucking of a lifetime. She slaps my ass hard as she fucks me and I'm spiralling out of control. I bite down into the mattress as my orgasm rips through me and I feel myself gush onto her fingers.

Finally she withdraws her fingers and lays me down next to her. I'm panting wildly and my eyes widen as I watch her lick her fingers clean of my juices.

The last thing I remember before I pass out for the night, is her arms wrapped around me, the room reeking of sex and my muscles feeling like jello.

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I wake up the next morning with her tongue inside me and my hands gripping the bedsheets. 45 amazing minutes later, she slaps my ass and says "C'mon lazy, we need to get to work".

I watch her pull on yesterdays clothes and smile to myself. She catches me and winks , "Lucky I kept a spare shirt at work... You know, like a good boy scout".

I roll my eyes at her and get out of bed. Her eyes follow my naked body and I stop to purposely bend over in front of her to pick up my bra. I'm rewarded for my efforts when I heard her sharp intake of breath.

Trying to act casually I quickly fasten my bra and face her. "So about work" I start.

"I'm not sure I'm ready for anyone to know about us" I watch her closely to gauge her reaction.

"Fine with me" she shrugs. She wraps my arms around me and whispers in my ear "But just know whenever I see you, that I'm going to be reliving fucking you all over again".

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We decide to stagger out entrance to work so she heads off before me that morning. I take the time to take stock of the events of the night before.

Sex has always been good for me, but nothing quite like that. There is, however, a gnawing negative thought that bites at the back of my mind. I didn't touch her. Or get her naked...

Later that day

She walks into the meeting and smirks as she catches my gaze. I try not to blush thinking about her tongue turning me into a quivering mess last night. Professional Andrews C'mon. Taking a deep breath I shift my gaze to the person due to start speaking and purposefully avoid looking in her direction. I can feel her eyes burning into me but I stoically look ahead. About 20 minutes into the talk I've managed to refocus my attention and am feeling good when my phone suddenly buzzes in my pocket. I discretely slip it out to take a look and my breath catches in my throat.

I can't wait to play with your pussy again.

Shit. Shit shit shit. I've been playing it so cool but I know I've just given her the reaction she wanted. I can feel my breathing getting slightly heavier and I know she will have noticed too. I'm not going to look at her. I start to put my phone back in my pocket when it buzzes again.

If these people weren't here, I'd have you bent over this desk.

I squirm in my seat reading her messages, I can feel myself getting slick. I sneak a glance around but nobody is paying me any attention and my eyes lock on her. Her eyes are smouldering and she licks her lips as her eyes slowly flick down my body. She is fully aware of the effect she has on me so I decide to change tacts. I quickly type a text back.

You make me so fucking wet.

I look up at her and she's staring at her phone. I decide to take the initiative.

All I can think about is how hard you make me come.

I turn my gaze back to the speaker and try hard not to look at her. I smirk to myself when I noticed that my nipples are hard and pushing into my bra. My phone buzzes again.

Bathroom. Now.

I sense her already standing up to excuse herself. I feel a nervous buzz of excitement. Am I really going to let her fuck me in a work bathroom? I ask myself the question but I already know the answer. My pussy is throbbing. I stand on shaky legs and make my way out of the room. Walking down the corridor I feel so wanton knowing what I'm about to do. I push open the door to find her leaning against the sink. She doesn't say anything, doesn't touch me, she just looks at me, her gaze seems to penetrate me. I stand there unable to tear my eyes away. Slowly she walks towards me and backs me against the wall, locking the door as she does so. She trails a finger down my throat to the valley between my breasts. It seems like her finger is burning me I'm so hyper attuned to her touch. I'm breathing heavily and I don't care, I just want her.

"Take off your clothes" she whispers and stands back from me.

I know I should drag it out and try and be sexy for her but I can't help quickly pulling my shirt over my head. I love the way her eyes widen when she sees my breasts. I slip off my skirt and stand in front of her in just my bra and panties.

She smiles at me and leans forward to kiss me, it starts as a slow caress but soon I feel her tongue slipping into my mouth. I moan against her lips but she pulls back suddenly.

"All your clothes".

I hastily rid myself of my remaining items of clothing and stand before her. I can feel wetness running down my legs. I step forward to touch her but she pushes me back against the wall. She slowly lets her eyes roam down my body.

"I want you to touch yourself".

I hesitate for a second and her gaze shifts from between my legs to my face. She eyes are hooded with lust.

"You are the hottest thing in the world to me right now, Jo. Touch yourself".

Her words give me confidence and I run my hands over my breasts, teasing my nipples. Her eyes have darkened and her mouth is slightly open. I squeeze my left breast while my other hand skims lower. I feel it reach the top of my mound and I leave it there, running my fingers back and forth while I pinch my nipple a little harder. She swallows and looks back up to me.

"Lower" she whispers.

I smile at her and continue to push my hand downwards. Slipping a finger between my lips I arch my back slightly. I gently trace circles around my clit as my chest starts to heave. She's biting her lip looking at me, mesmerized by the movement of my fingers on my pussy. I slip a finger into myself and groan. That's the thing that snaps her resolve and suddenly she's pressed hard against me . She takes my wrist and pulls my finger from my pussy, lifting it to her mouth, she sucks the juice off me. I can feel her tongue swirling around my finger. She kisses me roughly and starts to palm my breast, then, with no preamble at all, she hitches up one of my legs and pushes two fingers deep inside me. I moan loudly and she silences me with a long, deep kiss as she pushes her fingers into me.

"You need to be quiet" she whispers against my lips.

I feel her increase the pace of her fingers inside me as she curls them upwards to hit that magic spot. I roll my hips in time with her thrusts, fucking her fingers as she fucks me. It takes no time at all and I feel my orgasm building.

"Oh fuck,oh fuck... just like that...oh my god...Dylan...fuck me".

She adds her thumb to stroke my clit as she keeps up the pace, easily sliding in and out of my sopping wet pussy. I throw my head back and try to stifle my moans.

"Dylan fuck...I'm gonna...I'm gonna come".

"Look at me" she hisses. I open my eyes to see how intensely she's watching me.

"Come for me baby"

Just like that I detonate around her fingers, shuddering through my orgasm. But she doesn't stop. Her fingers keep sliding in and out while she drops to her knees and sucks my clit into her mouth, wrapping my leg around her shoulder. It's too much.

"Oh shit...Fuck Dylan...Don't... Oh my god, oh my god...Don't stop". I know she's going to make me come again. The feeling is so intense, I want her to stop but never stop at the same time. I'm panting and I can feel how close I am. And then she adds a third finger. Two strokes later my body convulses and I see stars, I throw my head back in a silent scream as my legs give way. She catches me as I slide down the wall.

When I finally gather my bearings, I'm in her arms on the floor and she's grinning like she just won the lottery. She kisses me softly. I can taste myself on her lips. We stay there a moment, both breathing hard and looking at each other.

"We should get back" She says as she starts to shift from under me.

"I don't think I can move" I say and I also don't think her smile can get broader. She pulls me to my feet as my thighs protest.

"I should..." I start but trail off, unsure what to say next. Dylan stops and looks at me.

"I should...you know...return the favour". As hard as I try I feel nervous and I know she can tell. I look down at my feet but she tilts my chin up so I'm looking at her.

"It's ok" she says.

"I want to, it's just..."

"You're not ready" she finishes for me.

"I really like you" I stammer out. "I'm sorry, I don't know wh-" She cuts me off with a kiss.

"It's fine. What we just did was great for me. There's no pressure" She speaks so sincerely I'm reassured though my guilt doesn't entirely go away.

"It's so unfair though!" I say. "You're constantly pleasing me and I never give you anything".

"Baby, I don't care. I love fucking you. I'm plenty satisfied. If you get to a point where you want to do something more then great, but I'll wait".

My eyes search hers and find nothing but honesty.

"Now" she smiles, "We really need to get back to that meeting. I'll go and let you get cleaned up." She kisses my forehead and opens the door. I'm still tingling from her mouth and fingers on me.

I let out a breath I didn't know I'd been holding. Looking myself in the mirror I feel so confused. My hair is a just fucked mess and I loved every minute of what just happened, so why can't I reciprocate? I'm more than sure that plenty of women that would happily do what I can't. I feel guilt and a sense of inadequacy all over again. I really like her I know that, actually if I'm being completely honest I think maybe I'm falling for her...so what is my problem?!

I finish making myself presentable and turn to leave the bathroom. Walking back down the corridor I see that the meeting has wrapped up and people are leaving. I duck into my office, thankful that I won't have to try and pull off nonchalantly walking back into a room full of people when I've just been fucked senseless. Settling down to work, my thoughts keep straying to our bathroom tryst. Try as I might I can't stop the uncomfortable feeling of guilt at my lack of reciprocation from coming back up. Being on the receiving end had felt more...passive. But touching her, licking her, having her come in my mouth...there was nothing passive about that.

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Hours later I'm lying naked in my bed with Dylan stretched out besides me.

"Do you want to talk about it?" she asks, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Hmmm?"

"Whatever you're frowning about over there?"

I turned to look at her, lying on my side. I ignore her eyes raking down my naked body. I watch her for a second, trying to think of what to say. In the end I decided honesty really is the best policy.

"I'm just thinking about this thing with us...I'm worried that it's one sided"

"What do you mean?" she asks, her eyes now firmly focused on my face.

"Just..I don't know...shouldn't this be more give and take...like..sexually" blushing to my roots as the words come out of my mouth.

Her face softened for a second. She reaches out to tuck a stray bit of hair behind my ear.

"You don't think this is give and take?"

"No. I take but don't give"

Her brow furrows at my words.

"I don't really look at it like that. I mean, I take your body but you also give it to me. Besides nobody is keep score."

"But don't you want me to make you feel good too?"

"I want you to want to" she says adamantly.

"What if I can't...you know, make you..."

"Come?" She laughs. "Jo trust me, you can. You already have" she adds winking at me.

"You know what I mean"

She rolls over on top of me and pushes me down into the mattress.

"Jo...every time I look at you I get wet. When you moan for me I can feel myself tighten"

"You turn me on so much, but this is new for you, I know that. If you ever decide you're ready to touch me-"

"When" I cut her off. "When I touch you, it's not an if"

She smiles down at me. "When you touch me, I want you to feel comfortable."

My chest swells and I blink rapidly so she won't see the overwhelming emotion I feel at her words in my eyes.

"But in the meantime" she breathes and starts to trail kisses down my neck.

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A few nights later I am spending some rare time alone as Dylan has a work back late at the office. Just thinking of her brings a smile to my face...and wetness to my panties. I slid my fingers lower feeling the effect she has on me.

My phone dings with a new text from her.

What are you doing? It reads.

I smirk to myself and send back a winking emoji. My phone immediately rings with her number on my screen.

"Hey baby" my voice is husky.

"Are you doing what I think you're doing?"

"Maybe"

She groans loudly. "Talk me through it"

"Don't you have work to do?"

She pauses for a second, "not really".

"You're a terrible liar"

"You're a terrible tease"

I laugh and an idea pops into my head. "A tease huh? Well while I love touching myself while talking to you, what I really need is you, here, fucking me."

"I can be there in 30 minutes"

I laugh "no you need to work", she huffs in frustration.

"Maybe I'll send you some photos to motivate you to get your work done"

"God, you are so not fair" she whines. "How can I work when I know you're over there working yourself"

I laugh. "The sooner you get finished the sooner you can get here"

"Ok fine, I'm going"

"Hey Dylan..."

"Yeah?"

"I know you're not here, but I'm still going to moan your name as I come". I hear her sharp intake of breath before I hang up the phone. I grin to myself. Well played Andrews. Now, time to make good on that statement...

Dylan

"Did you always know you were gay?"

Jo's question interrupted my daze. She was lying on her side looking at me, her fingertips tracing up and down my side. Unfortunately, my clothes remained in situ. Between her fingers and her nakedness, it was very hard to focus on her question.

"Yes" I replied, taking the opportunity to appreciate the sight of her hard nipples and firm breasts. It was a sight I didn't think I'd ever get tired of looking at.

Looking back at her face, her brow was knotted as she considered my answer.

"So you've never been with a guy?" she asked curiously.

"I tried...kind of...when I was younger but it just never felt right" I replied. I hooked her leg over mine and stroked her thigh. I was very happy to see goosebumps break out on her skin from my touch.

"This feels right" I murmured, leaning in to kiss her neck. She inhaled sharply when my lips made contact but she pushed me back gently.

"I'm trying to work this out" she said seriously.

I sighed and stopped stroking her. "What is there to work out?" I asked.

Jo's eyebrows near disappeared she raised them so high at my question.

"I thought I was straight until I met you!" she exclaimed. "I'm 28 years old, shouldn't I have noticed before now if I was attracted to women?!"

"I don't think there's a time limit" I grumbled. She looked away from me, clearly troubled. I leaned towards her and grasped her chin, pulling her eyes back to me.

"Do you like being here with me?" I asked her.

"Yes" she responded quickly.

"Do you like it when I make you come?"

She blushed and nodded.

"Do I turn you on?"

She nodded her assent again.

I kissed her softly. She had the softest lips...both sets.

"Then don't overthink it, Jo. Do what feels right, fuck the labels."

Her eyes searched mine, looking for reassurance. I rolled over on top of her and trailed my fingers from her collarbone down her stomach. Her breathing accelerated the lower my fingers went, until I slipped into the folds of her pussy.

"Does this feel right?" I asked as I spread her wetness from her clit to her opening.

"Or this?" I murmured as I took her nipple into my mouth and sucked lightly. She groaned in response and arched her back, pushing herself further into my willing mouth.

I toyed with the entrance to her pussy, pushing two fingertips into her and quickly withdrawing. She tried to buck her hips into me in response but I held her down with my body weight.

"Seems like it feels good" I whispered, sucking on her nipple slightly harder. She moaned in response. Fuck, that is the sexiest sound I thought to myself.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" I growled.

"God yes" she replied breathlessly.

I pushed into her roughly as soon as the words left her mouth. She was tight and hot around my fingers. I grazed my teeth across her nipple, biting and sucking alternatively as my fingers worked her hard. She was wet enough that I slide a third finger into her, eliciting a loud shriek from Jo, but it was definitely a shriek of pleasure. A sheen of sweat had broken out on her chest and I licked a trickle before returning my mouth to her hard nipple.

"Holy shit, I'm coming" She moaned, throwing back her head. The sight of her, breathing heavily and moaning while I fucked her sent a spike of arousal down to my own pussy. I quickly angled my fingers to make maximum contact with her g-spot.

"Oh-my-fucking-god" She screamed as her pussy pulsed around in my fingers, nearly crushing them as she spasmed around me. She grabbed my wrist to stop my thrusts and I slowly withdrew from her dripping hole.

I quickly scooted lower and began to lick her. There is nothing like the taste of a woman when she's just come.

She squealed in response and moved to grab my head but I resolutely maintained contact. I started with slow, long licks but I soon buried my tongue inside her.

"Dylan..fuck...I can't" she whimpered, though she was not trying to stop me either. I could feel her pulse around my tongue and I pushed as deep inside as I could, slowly fucking her all over again. My hand reached up to rub her engorged clit.

I pushed her legs further apart to deepen the angle, lifting one leg over my shoulder. She writhed and moaned and I knew she was close.

"Godddd Dylan" she shook against me.

I spanked her ass and pinched her clit, rolling it between my fingers. That was all it took, she came gloriously into my mouth and I lapped up every drop. Damn she's a good fuck I thought to myself as I climbed back up to her mouth.

"Ok, ok" she giggled. "Maybe I've not entirely straight."

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Jo

The last week with Dylan had been a revelation and I barely knew how to wrap my mind around it. Fortunately, my mind was too busy being blown on a regular basis by her very talented tongue and fingers to give it too much thought. On the nights I was away from her, I found myself increasingly confused. When I was with her, things seemed so easy and damn if that woman couldn't make me come like nobody else, but when we had some distance, I couldn't help by stray to my nagging thoughts of what our relationship really meant.

Was I gay? The question rolled around in my mind non-stop. And if I wasn't then what the hell was I doing with Dylan? Was this just late onset experimentation? Or was I falling for her? The questions that had been plaguing me when this was merely a fantasy had intensified tenfold now that we actually had some kind of relationship.

I still hadn't touched her. How long could I keep avoiding that? And more importantly how long would Dylan tolerate that? She took every opportunity to reassure me but the reality was she was a beautiful, seriously good in bed, eligible woman - surely if I didn't reciprocate soon she'd lose interest. Did the fact that I hadn't touched her disprove that I might be gay? It was all so confusing. Which is why I was sitting alone on my sofa right now, watching reality tv and ruminating on my situation. I needed a little distance from her to think things over.

A few days ago Dylan had been on this sofa with me, she had my jeans unbuttoned and my shirt half off when we were interrupted by Jess walking in the door. I had felt a weird sense of relief and frustration. As much as I wanted her, it felt like the more we had sex the more tense I felt about not returning the favour.

"Well hello there" Jess announced, disrupting my reminiscence as she walked in loaded with grocery bags. I struggled up to help her.

"Hey" I grinned, taking an armful from her.

"I almost didn't recognise you with so many clothes on" she teased as I blushed red.

"Ha ha" I replied.

"Sooo...how's things going?" Jess asked.

I took a deep breath and turned away from her to put some shopping in the fridge.

"Yeah good, I think" I replied evasively.

"Did you ever think of becoming an actor?" Jess deadpanned, evidently I was not fooling her.

"Ok fine, I don't know. I'm still really confused"

"Because Dylan's a woman?" she asked, I could tell she was trying not to smirk.

"Yes", I busied myself putting away some carrots to avoid Jess' gaze.

When she said nothing in return I turned back to face her.

"I just don't know what any of this means" I said in a small voice.

"Well...I guess it depends on what the deal is with you and Dylan" Jess said thoughtfully. "I mean, are you just hooking up? Because if you are then it doesn't have to mean anything. You'd try new things with a guy right? So this is just with a woman."

"But, if you're dating or want to be, then it's not just physical so I guess that would mean something different" she continued.

Her words made me consider the situation. What did I want? And why did this have to be so hard?

"Jo, stop squeezing the tea bags" Jess laughed. I looked down to see the crumpled packet in my hand.

"Sorry" I muttered, casting the tea aside and putting my head in my hands. Jess threw an arm around me.

"Babe listen, there isn't a wrong answer" she said seriously.

"I think I like her" I muttered.

"That's good right? Seems like she likes you too."

"Am I gay, Jess?" I said into my hands quietly.

"I think you're the only one that can answer that" Jess replied.

"I haven't...you know...I haven't" I struggled.

I straightened and looked at her, her eyes were full of concern.

"Touched Dylan."

Jess' look turned to one of confusion.

"You guys were all hot and heavy the other day?" she said.

"Yeah but...Dylan's the only one who..." I stopped speaking as realization dawned on her face.

"Oh. Why not?" she asked incredulously.

"I don't know. I want to, I think. It's just when we get there..." I felt tears of confusion threatening to overflow. I shook myself and forced a smile.

"I'll be fine, it's just a lot" I said quickly.

Jess pulled me into a warm hug. "You will be fine you know. Whatever happens" she said.

She smiled at me as she pulled away. "But when you do work it out, I need to know...Is scissoring really a thing?" she quipped before bursting out in laughter at the look on my face.

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Jo

A few days later I walked into work soaking wet, having been caught in an unexpected batch of rain on my way from the station. I caught sight of myself in the glass door as I pushed my way into the office, I looked with a wet mouse. I decided to quickly deposit my bag in the office and head to the bathroom to clean up.

I rounded the corner and walked straight into someone, knocking the papers out of their hands. Mortified, I looked up to apologised and met the deep green eyes of Dylan.

"You ok?" she laughed.

"Yes, I'm so sorry" I exclaimed in embarrassment. God why do I have to be a walking disaster.

"All good" she smirked, before pulling me into a hug.

"I'm all wet" I yelped as her arms wrapped around me.

"I like you wet" she winked at me, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Bending down to pick up her papers, I couldn't help but notice her tight ass in this position, and blushed deeper.

"I guess I should keep a change of clothes like you" I said, trying to do anything to stop the salacious train of my thoughts.

"You can borrow mine" she replied immediately.

"Oh no, that's ok"

"You can't stay like that", she glanced down at me and raised her eyes at my erect nipples poking out. Likely a combination of the cold and my thoughts of her ass.

Dylan grabbed my elbow and steered me towards her office while my teeth chattered.

"You better get out of those clothes before you catch a cold" she said, turning to collect a spare set of clothes.

"Here?" I squeaked.

"Well you can use the bathroom if you'd be more comfortable" she said, somewhat surprised by my response.

Fuck Andrews, stop being so weird I thought to myself. Nothing she hasn't seen before.

I started to unbutton my shirt but my hands were shaking slightly with the cold. Dylan quickly stepped over to me to take over.

"Let me" she whispered. Agonizingly slowly she worked her fingers down my shirt, grazing my exposed skin as she went. When she was finally done, I shrugged the shirt off my shoulders and stood before her in my bra. She eyes were dark with lust as she regarded me.

"Uh Dylan" I said.

"Hmmm?"

"Can I have the shirt now?" I smiled, trying to snap her out of her mindless gawking, though secretly I loved how she was looking at me.

"Oh right, sorry" It was her turn to blush, and I really liked it.

"I enjoy buttoning you up way less than unbuttoning you" she said as she helped me into her shirt. It was close-fitting, being somewhat more voluptuous than Dylan, it stretched tight across my chest. It would have to do until my shirt dried off however, and I had a cardigan in my office to make things less obvious.

"Thanks" I smiled and reached up to kiss her quickly. She immediately pulled me into her body, pressing herself against me. I sighed against her lips, she felt so good. Her hands snaked around me and she gave my ass a little squeeze.

"Wanna come to mine tonight?" she asked between kisses.

I nodded without thinking, as much as I was enjoying this, I was pretty sure Dylan's office wasn't soundproof and if things continued in this vein, we were going to give all our colleagues a show.

"Thanks again" I said, pulling away from her. "See you later" I winked and opened her door to leave.

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Dylan

Seeing Jo soaked through and half naked in my office had been a really great way to start my morning. She had left much too soon for my liking but it was probably good we remain somewhat professional in a work setting. After she had left, I send a quick text to my flatmate, Ava, to let her know I'd have company this evening.

The pillow princess? She responded immediately. I frowned to myself reading the message.

Play nice. I responded. Ava had a tendency to be somewhat critical whenever I'd brought girls home before. Granted Ava and I had a brief roll in the hay one drunken evening but we were now just solid friends.

Several productive hours later, I swung past Jo's office to take her back to my place. She was staring at the computer screen, her nose wrinkled in concentration. Damn, she 's cute.

"Hey you" I said, making myself known.

She jumped in surprise before giving me a mega-watt smile.

"Ready to go?" I asked.

"Can you give me two minutes?" she asked sweetly.

"Sure" I replied and walked into her office, settling myself at the chair across from her desk as she turned back to her computer.

I took the opportunity to stare at her. She was gorgeous. Piercing blue eyes with elvin features, she had many admirers in the office, not that I think she noticed. I let my eyes wander lower and settle on her breasts, still more visible than normal wearing my shirt. I thought back to a vision of them bouncing while she moaned against me, and felt the need to readjust myself in my seat. I couldn't wait to get her home.

"All done" she announced, snapping me out of some highly enjoyable thoughts about what we'd do once I got her back to my place.

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Dylan

"This is where you live?" Jo asked, looking up at my apartment building.

I nodded and pull open the door for her before the doorman could get there. Unlocking the door to my apartment, I could hear Ava on the other side playing some music. I grabbed Jo's hand as we entered.

"Hey!" I yelled over the music. Ava was dancing to herself in the kitchen while cutting up some vegetables. She beamed at me when she heard and turned down the volume.

I quickly introduced Jo who shyly shook Ava's hand.

"I thought I'd cook for you guys" Ava smiled, indicating the mess in the kitchen.

"That's nice of you" Jo smiled while Ava threw me a quick wink.

I settled Jo at the breakfast bar and poured us all some wine while Ava chatted away.

Jo was her normal charming and engaging self, and I found myself noticing that Ava was impressed - not an easy feat to say the least.

'What about you, Dylan?" Jo asked me suddenly, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Hmm?" I asked, having not actually listened to their conversation.

"Are you close with your siblings?" Jo asked, while Ava threw a surprised glance my way.

Shit. "I have a brother - Evan. He lives across country so I don't see him much" I answered, dodging the question. I noticed Ava's lips purse but she didn't say anything more. Now was not the time to open that wound.

The evening went well, Jo easily fit into my and Ava's banter. One of the things that first attracted me to her was how sharp she was, and she was showing that off night. She easily bounced from topic to topic, and I was in awe of how effortlessly she seemed to fit in.

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Jo

Dylan rose from the table to do the dishes after the delicious meal Ava had cooked us, she waved off my attempts to help and left me sitting at the table with her roommate.

"So have you met any other of Dylan's friends?" Ava asked, taking a sip from her wine.

"Not really...well I did meet someone at a bar, Gigi?"

Ava's eyebrows shot up in surprise and a grimace passed over her face.

"You don't like her?" I asked.

"You know, I'm not sure anyone really likes Gigi Summers" Ava laughed.

"She seemed cozy with Dylan" I commented, glancing over at her, but she was busying washing up and definitely out of earshot.

"Yeah well she's been trying to get her hooks in to Dylan for a long time." Ava rolled her eyes. "So, I'm sure you're not exactly top of her Christmas card list at the moment."

"What a shame" I laughed.

"She seems really happy with you" Ava commented, causing a swell of warmth to flood through my chest. I couldn't stop myself from smiling.

"I hope so" I grinned.

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Dylan

By the time I made my way back to the table Ava and Jo were laughing and talking conspiratively which I took to be a good sign. Sitting beside Jo, she seemed relaxed and happy and I marvelled at how well she seemed to slot into my life.

I also marvelled at how hot she looked.

I decided to play with her a bit and surreptitiously placed my hand on her thigh under the table. I felt her stiffen in response as I ran my hand up the inner seam of her pants. I noticed Jo's neck flush and I smiled to myself when she continued to nonchalantly chat to Ava. My hand was almost at the junction of her thighs when I heard her breathing hitch. I rubbed my hand up and down her leg, stopping just as my fingers brushed against her crotch. Her legs clamped down on my hand when I applied a touch more pressure to the apex of her thighs. I noticed she was biting down on her bottom lip and arousal spiked through me. Fuck this, I need to take her to bed.

"Wanna see my room?" I asked her during a lull in conversation. She nodded eagerly.

I quickly excused us and grabbed her hand, pulling her towards the corridor. She surprised me by pushing me against the wall as I reached the door and kissing me deeply. Her tongue danced with mine and I felt my heartbeat quicken in response. I quickly pulled her inside my room and locked the door behind us. Again, she took the lead, wrapping herself around me she pushed me back towards the bed until I was sitting on the edge looking up at her.

Taking a deep breath, she climbed into my lap, straddling me while heat radiated off her delectable body.

"Lose the shirt" she whispered against my lips.

I grinned and gladly complied, pulling it over my head. She leaned back from me and ran her fingers over my collarbone before lowering them to my breasts. She toyed with my nipples through my bra which hardened appreciatively at her touch. She'd never touched me like this before. Boldened by my shorts bursts of breath she lowered her lips to my neck while she continued to tweak my nipples, pinching them slightly. I slipped my hands under her shirt and ran my fingernails up her back. I unsnapped her bra, causing her to gasp as she shrugged out of her shirt now too.

I leaned back to take in the sight of her.

"You are so beautiful" I murmured, causing her to blush a deep red.

"You're sweet" she sighed, and slipped her tongue into my mouth again while she rocked her hips against me. I was content to let her take the lead, not knowing her far she wanted to go with touching me. In my head I silently begged that tonight would be the night we broke down that particular barrier.

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Jo

Straddling Dylan and caressing her, I was seriously turned on, and seriously nervous. This was by far the most I had taken charge between us and it felt both exhilarating and nerve racking. I leaned down and captured her lips again while I continued to stroke her chest and grind myself against her. Steeling myself I let my fingers trail over her abdomen, tracing the outline of her muscles there. By the time I reached her belly button her breathing had subtly altered. I reached the waistband of her pants and hesitated.

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Dylan

She was driving me crazy. I yearned to grab her hand and push it lower, my pussy was throbbing with desire, but I resisted. Fuck though, she was killing me. She ran her fingertips over the skin above my waistband and I had to bite my lip to stop myself from groaning.

She looked up at me and immediately froze.

Fuck.

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Jo

The look she had given me was begging me to touch her. My confidence completely evaporated and I withdraw my hand without thinking. A look of frustration briefly flitted across her face before she closed her eyes and leaned into me, kissing my collarbone softly.

"It's ok" she murmured.

I buried my head in my hands, still in her lap.

"I'm sorry" I whispered, mortified.

She pulled my hands away from me, forcing me to meet her eyes.

"It's really ok" she reassured me earnestly, rubbing her hands up my back. I sensed that she wanted to say something else and I looked down at her.

"Is it ok if I..." she asked. I leaned back to regard her, pushing down my overwhelming guilt and embarrassment at what had just happened.

Her eyes searched mine. "What?" I asked.

"I don't want to stop" she said. "Please, let me make you come."

My mouth popped open in surprise. I was leaving her hanging again and she still wanted to pleasure me?

"I know you're not ready to touch me and that's ok" she continued. "But I want you so much right now."

"We can stop if you want to" she added.

Dylan kissed me chastely and I felt myself melt into her lips, opening my mouth instinctively. She ran her tongue across my bottom lip as if seeking permission, and I gave it to her. She groaned as my tongue caressed hers and her hands flew to my ass, holding me flush against her. She peppered kisses across my neck, down my chest, before closing her lips around my nipple. Her lips on me felt like they were hotwired to my pussy as I felt a jolt of pleasure at her scraping her teeth on my nipple.

"Stand up" she commanded, I quickly scooted off her lap as she dropped to her knees and unbuttoned my pants. The look she gave me was scorching and I felt myself tremble against her. Finally she had my panties off and sat back on the bed, pulling me down to her lap again.

I straddled her, my legs either side of her thigh, fully naked and wet with anticipation. She closed her lips around in nipple again and slipped her fingers between my thighs. I groaned loudly as she circled my clit briefly, before slipping two fingers inside of me. From this position she seemed to fill me up instantly and I threw my head back at the feeling.

Unconsciously I had started to roll my hips on her fingers, riding her while she filled me. My breasts bounced as I upped the pace, impaling myself on her fingers. All my frustrations appeared to boil to the surface as I savagely fucked myself. She pushed back into me with equal measure, her arm working rapidly, driving me wild.

Dylan changed angles and held her palm flat against my clit as I bounced. I screamed with pleasure at the new sensation.

"Come on" she urged, twisting her fingers with every thrust. I leaned down and captured her mouth in mine, moaning and shaking against her lips as an orgasm suddenly ripped through me. My legs quaked on either side of her as I spasmed uncontrollably. All the while she kept thrusting, elongating my orgasm until I couldn't take it anymore and pull away from her.

After withdrawing her fingers from my soaked pussy, she pulled me close to her and embraced me, wrapping her arms around me as I panted.

"I'm sorry" I said again, my head swimming with emotion. She shushed me and laid me down on the bed, spooning me as she pulled the covers over us.

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Dylan

Lying beside Jo as she drifted off to sleep, I found myself conflicted. Kissing the sexy smattering of light freckles across her shoulders I pulled myself out of bed and turned on the shower. My pussy was still throbbing and I needed some relief. I quickly lathered my body and lowered my fingers to my pussy lips which were slick with arousal. Cupping one breast, I rubbed my clit furiously while imaging the look of Jo's face when she comes. It wasn't long before I tipped over the edge and sighed as an orgasm pulsed through me. Leaning against the shower wall, I panted hard as my body slowly drained of tension.

Not exactly the climax I was hoping for from tonight.

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Jo

I woke early the next morning to find Dylan sleeping peacefully beside me, fully clothed with her arm wrapped around my waist. I turned in her arms to study her while she slept. She is so beautiful I thought to myself, and instantly felt a wave of guilt wash over me again. I traced her strong jawline with my fingertips, eliciting a soft moan from her in her sleep. I tingled between my legs at the sound. Her eyes fluttered open suddenly, and I found myself lost in her deep green iris.

"Hey" she smiled, leaning forward slightly to kiss my nose.

"Hi" I responded shyly.

She pulled me closer and buried her face in the crook of my neck.

"How do you smell so good?" she muttered, inhaling deeply.

I felt myself blush in response. She was so good to me and still I held myself back from her. If only I could figure out why.

"Are you ok? She asked, pulling back a few inches to study me.

I paused, thinking about her question. "I don't know" I responded truthfully.

"I'm so sorry Dylan" I said softly. "I don't know what's going on in my head."

"Talk to me" she murmured. "I might be able to help, you know."

I searched her eyes for a second. I wanted to, wanted to really open up to her, get all the thoughts whirling around my head off my chest. But I couldn't. There was something holding me back. Instead I smiled at her, kissed her softly and muttered some bullshit about needing a shower.

She didn't push me. Of course she didn't, could she be any more considerate? It only made me feel worse.

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Dylan

She was distant. I lay in bed, watching her naked figure retreat into my bathroom to avoid me.

Fuck, how had we ended up here? And how the hell do I fix this?

I wanted to follow her into the bathroom, push her up against the wall and make her moan my name. Remind her of why she was here in the first place, but I hesitated. If I followed her into the shower, I'd have to get naked, and somehow I didn't think she could handle that. So I lay in bed, frustrated and kind of horny, ruminating on my thoughts.

I decided to get up and started to pick Jo's clothes up from the floor. As I picked up her panties, I sniffed deeply. God, I love the smell of her pussy...and the taste. I felt myself get wet at just the thought. Boy, did I need to get laid soon I smirked to myself. And that's when I got an idea...

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Jo

I stepped out of the shower and shrugged on last nights clothes. I could hear Dylan in the kitchen so I walked out to join her.

She kissed me again before handing me some coffee and gesturing for me to join her at the breakfast bar. I sat down and avoided her eyes.

"So listen..." she started but didn't continue until I looked at her.

"I've been thinking and I can tell you're freaking out." I shallowed at her words but forced myself to maintain eye contact.

"It's because you haven't...done anything...to me right?" she asked.

I felt my cheeks flush as I nodded at her.

"I think I can fix that" she smiled. "But only if you're ok with it, obviously."

Where was this going? I wondered.

She took a deep breath and seemed to steel herself. I was nervous just looking at her.

"I love fucking you" she breathed, "like, a lot. But there are other ways I can fuck you. Ways that will...get me off too. Without you touching me."

When she saw the confusion on my face she continued quickly.

"I just thought that maybe that would, I don't know, take the pressure off you."

"What ways?" I asked nervously, licking my lips.

"With a strap-on" she said. "I can fuck you, and it kind of, rubs me...so when I fuck you, I can finish as well."

My mind filled with images of Dylan with a dick. It was a really fucking good image.

"Ok" I answered.

"OK?" she asked, her eyebrows shooting up in surprise.

"Yeah, I think maybe it would help" And maybe it would make me come like a freight train.

"Do you have one?" I asked.

Dylan nodded and I noticed her eyes had darkened.

"Tonight?" I breathed.

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Dylan

I had been buzzing with anticipation all day, and time was passing maddeningly slowly. I was immensely relieved and excited that Jo had taken by suggestion so well, and now I couldn't get the thought of her on her back with my thick strap-on wedged inside her out of my mind. I was beyond horny but had resisted the urge to touch myself.

Sitting on the train on my way to Jo's place, I could feel the strap-on I was packing against my thigh. It only added to my excitement. I texted her to let her know I was on the train and she replied that she "couldn't wait" til I got there. Reading her text an idea formed in my mind, I might just make her wait...

The door to her flat opened almost as soon as I knocked, again belying her excitement. Jo looked hot as ever, wearing tight yoga pants which accentuated her tight ass and a t-shirt, stretched tighter than normal against her chest. I could see she had forgone wearing a bra, and her nipples were poking through her shirt.

I leaned in and kissed her in greeting. She seemed surprised when I quickly pulled away from her. She stepped back to give me to room to enter, I pushed past her and walked into the kitchen, very aware of the phallus between my legs.

"Can I get you a drink?" she asked as her eyes raked over my body.

"That would be great" I replied sweetly. I watched her as she walked across the room, her hips swaying gently. She reached into the fridge, giving me a heart stopping view of her bent slightly at the waist.

"How was your day?" I asked, watching her.

"Long" she blushed as she retrieved some glasses for the wine. I walked behind her and pushed my hips into her. She gasped when she felt I was packing.

"Let me" I smiled, taking the wine bottle from her and pouring out a measure, before stepping away from her again.

She eyes went round as she glanced down at the slight bulge in my pants. Her eyes flickered up to mine and I stared at her until she reddened and looked away. I continued to watch her until she turned her gaze back at me again. Deliberately I looked down her body, causing her to tense, and held my gaze between her thighs for several seconds. I looked back up at her, making eye contact, and slowly licked my lips.

I stalked towards Jo slowly and she held her breath, but I walked past her and around the kitchen counter. I settled myself and took another sip of my wine.

"Is Jess home?" I asked.

"She's with her boyfriend tonight" Jo continued, her voice at little raspy, much to my delight.

"Lucky guy" I smiled, before laughing outright at the look Jo shot me.

"Not as lucky as me though" I winked.

A mischievous glint entered Jo's eye and she leaned across the counter, giving me an eyeful of her cleavage.

"You seem awfully sure you're going to get lucky" she whispered.

I tore my eyes away from her glorious breasts to see a smile tugging at her lips. She wiggled her hips from side to side as she leaned towards me, causing her tits to bounce slightly.

"I live in hope" I replied, smiling broadly, my mouth dry at the sight of her.

"Cold?" I asked suddenly, indicating down at her erect nipples poking through her shirt.

"You know I am a little, I should probably put some more clothes on" she smirked. "Unless you can think of another way to warm me up?"

I reached out and stroked her nipple through her shirt, causing her mouth formed a tiny o at the contact. I switched to the other nipple as she leaned further across the counter, pushing her breasts into my hands.

"Should I take you right here?" I asked quietly.

"Bedroom" she stammered out.

"Hmmm, I'm thirsty right now. Better finish this wine" I said, as I withdrew my hand and downed another mouthful.

She frowned in frustration, a little v forming above her nose.

"Are you going to make me beg?" she sighed.

"Beg for what?" I replied innocently.

She stood up and walked around the counter, standing between my legs. Maintaining eye contact, she pulled her shirt over her head, freeing her breasts. Slowly she massaged herself, pinching her nipples occasionally. She shimmied off her pants and thong, dipping a finger between her legs before bringing it to her mouth and sucking. My mind had gone blank watching her, I was overcome with lust at the goddess before me.

"Taste good?" I croaked.

She nodded emphatically, one hand cupping her breast while she sucked her finger. My clit pulsed watching her and it took all my willpower not to touch her.

She stepped close to me, her hands settling on the buckle of my pants. She pulled me upright and undid them, yanking them down to my ankles and off me. A thick, blue cock proudly sprung out and her eyes widened as she took in the sight of it. She swiftly dropped to her knees and took it in her mouth, all the while maintaining eye contact and looking up at me from her knees. It might have been one of the sexiest things I'd ever seen. I groaned deeply as the nub of the cock ground into my clit.

I pulled her roughly to her feet and lifted her, carrying her down the hall to her bedroom. She was radiating heat and I could smell her arousal. I tossed her onto the bed and stripped off my shirt but left on my bra.

She was a magnificent sight, lying on her back, breathing heavily with her legs spread wide for me. I lay my body over her and rubbed the head of the cock across her clit, eliciting a loud moan.

She was so wet and I rubbed the head along her slit, lubricating for entry into her dripping hole. Slowly I pushed in, watching her face as I penetrated her. I started to fuck her at an agonizingly slow pace as she adjusted to the size. Her nails dug into my back as I kissed her, my tongue invading her mouth as the cock invaded her pussy.

"Harder" she groaned, attempting to buck her hips.

I slightly upped my pace but I kept it slow, wanting to tease her a little longer. With every thrust I felt the nub at the base of the strap on rub against my clit. We were both breathing heavily as I stroked in and out of her.

"Baby please, harder" Jo begged.

I finally relented and pushed in hard, filling her up. I started to drive into her, lifting her legs upwards and bent at the knees to fuck her from the deepest angle possible.

"Fuuuucckkkkkk" Jo moaned and writhed beneath me.

I withdrew from her and flipped her onto her front, pulling her legs up so her ass was in the air and her head on the mattress. I filled her all the way to the hilt and started a punishing rhythm that caused the springs on the bed to croak in protest.

Jo looked back at me over her shoulder. "Fuck me" she moaned.

My clit buzzed at her words and I slammed into her. I feel her quake and knew she was as close as I was.

"Don't stop, don't stop" she pleaded, pushing her ass back into me in an attempt to take the cock deeper.

She reached down to her pussy and started to frantically rub her clit until she her body locked as she screamed. I thrust into her a few more times before my own orgasm drove me over the edge and I collapsed into her back, the cock still firmly jammed inside her.

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Jo

Holy fucking shit. I'm not sure I had ever been so thoroughly fucked and I loved it. She was still in my pussy as she panted against my back. I wanted to say something to her but it was like she'd fucked the words right out of me.

I felt Dylan stir against me and she slowly withdrew the blue cock from inside me. I moaned a little as she did, still feeling pretty sensitive from the teeth-clenchingly good orgasm she had just brought me to.

I rolled onto my back beside her, eyeing off the blue phallus that poked up in the air.

"You really know what you're doing with that thing" I sighed.

She turned to me and smiled. "You too" she winked.

"Should I take it off or..." she asked, kissing me deeply.

"Give me a minute!" I laughed, cupping her face as I returned her kiss.

I was deeply satisfied, a little sweaty and my limbs felt like jelly in the best possible way. I ran my hands through my hair and caught her staring at my chest. She really had a one track mind.

"Did you..." I asked, feeling a little shy. She raised her eyebrows at me.

"You didn't hear me?" she laughed, and leaned in to kiss me tenderly.

"Yes" she said, "you made me come."

My stomach did a little flip hearing her say those words aloud and I couldn't help my grin.

"Don't look so proud of yourself" she teased, grinning back at me.

Finally! I may not have touched her but at least she got something out of pleasing me all the time. And I wanted to give her some more.

Rolling on top of her, I kissed her passionately, our tongues dancing together. I sat up and mounted her, my legs either side of her thighs as I lowered myself onto her cock. I felt myself stretch around her, her cock scraping the nerve endings inside me deliciously. She started to sit up but I pushed her back down.

"I want to fuck you" I whispered pushing myself up and down on the cock.

She watched me, her eyes full of lust.

"Bounce for me baby" she groaned.

I grabbed the headboard for balance and rode her hard, my breasts swinging wildly as I impaled myself over and over again. The feeling was so intense, her cock being bigger than any I'd taken before. Dylan rubbed my clit as I went to work, causing me to whimper uncontrollably. She was no less vocal, moaning every time I lowered myself powerfully onto her.

"I'm gonna come" I gasped.

"Me too" she replied, her voice strained.

I wanted to watch her as she went over the edge. Her hands gripped my thighs and I could see her upper body tense. Her muscles rippled as she held me.

"Fuck" she growled and suddenly arched her back, overcome with pleasure.

Seeing her with that, coming at my hand, it was too much and I felt my own orgasm crash into me. My legs shook and I spasmed uncontrollably, my pussy griping her cock tightly. She sat up and crushed her body against me, clutching me as I shook through my orgasm.

I finally rolled off and flopped down beside her.

"Well...that was a success" she laughed.

I couldn't help but giggle back at her.

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Dylan

I woke up the next morning with my arms around Jo, feeling a little sore from the blindingly good sex we had the previous night.

After Jo rode me, I took her several more times before finally having her sit on my face, screaming obscenities as she clutched at the headboard. It had been a very good night, and hopefully one that had helped settle Jo's insecurities. I decided to wake her the way we had finished the night before and slid down the bed to provide a little morning head.

I lapped at her pussy gently at first, just tasting her mouth watering flavour. I couldn't get enough.

Soon I was dragged my tongue flat across the length of her slit, causing her to moan dreamily. I alternated between soft licks across her pussy, occasionally dipping into her depths, and circling her clit with my tongue. By the time my tongue was pressed hard against Jo's clit, she woke and groggily clutched at my head, pushing me down onto her wetness.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck" she panted. "Jesus Dylan, just like that."

I sucked her clit into my mouth hard and she shuddered, violently coming. I dipped my head and cleaned up every drop while she clutched the sheets and squirmed.

I smiled up at her, still dutifully tonguing her. Her eyes were wide watching me between her legs, still a little bleary with sleep.

"God" she muttered when I was done, "Nobody has ever fucked me like this."

I grinned so hard my face hurt.

"Good morning" I kissed her.

"Hi" she smiled.

"What do you say we go get some breakfast?"

"Sounds good" she said, "but first..."

Jo leaned in and kissed my neck.

"Remember how loud you made me scream last night? Make me do that again."

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Jo

An hour or so later I was sat across from Dylan at a diner, waiting on my French toast to arrive. I felt infinitely more at ease now that I knew Dylan was getting some physical gratification out of our relationship. My sense of wellbeing was probably also boosted by the multiple orgasms she had brought me to this morning, not to mention the unforgettable night before. I had no idea I'd be so turned on by Dylan wielding a neon blue dick.

"What are you thinking about?" Dylan asked me, studying my face. She cocked her head to the side. "You're blushing, so maybe I can guess" she sniggered.

"I was thinking about how hot you are" I answered truthfully, deeply enjoying the surprised look on her face.

"Back at you baby" she grinned.

"I like when you call me that" I flirted.

"Hot or baby?" Dylan asked playfully.

"Well both" I laughed.

The waitress approached with our food and I instinctively stopped talking and leaned back away from Dylan, though she didn't seem to notice.

"So how do you feel about everything?" she asked once the waitress had left.

It was a good question.

"Better, I think" I responded truthfully.

"I'm glad" she smiled.

As we left the diner, Dylan guided me through the door with her hand on the small of my back. My breath caught in my throat and it brought back memories of the first time she had done that weeks ago. I flushed thinking about how far we had come since then. She noticed me looking over at her and smiled, reaching out to hold my hand.

Without thinking I pulled my hand away and recoiled from her. Her face clouded with confusion but was soon replaced by annoyance. She took a deep breath but said nothing and continued walking. I hurried to keep up with her.

Why had I done that? I thought to myself. Because we're in public a tiny voice in the back of my head truthfully answered. I wanted to say something to her but again being in public stopped me.

When we finally arrived back at my flat, I reached out and touched Dylan, thankfully she didn't shrug me off.

"It's fine" she said tightly before I could say anything.

My stomach dropped at the look on her face, I had hurt her.

"I'm sorry. I just wasn't expecting you to do that" I stammered out.

"Why not?" she replied, her arms crossed over her chest.

"Because...what if someone saw us" the words left my mouth without me thinking and I instantly regretted them.

"So what if someone saw us? They'd think we were dating - is that so terrible?" she exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air.

"No - it's just..." I started but I didn't know what to say.

Dylan took a deep breath.

"Look Jo, I'm gay and I'm not ashamed of that. If you are then maybe you need to ask yourself what you are doing with me right now."

"I'm not ashamed I -" I started but she cut me off.

"No? You don't want anyone at work to know about us. You didn't tell your roommate who is supposed to be your best friend that I'm a woman. You freak out when I try and hold your hand and you freeze every time you even think about touching me" Dylan fumed. "I'm trying to be understanding here Jo, but I'm not interested in being your experiment."

"It's not like that, I just..." again I didn't know what to say.

"What Jo?" Dylan snapped suddenly.

"It's so easy for you ok? It's not like that for me" I cried in frustration.

Dylan glared at me.

"Easy for me?" her words were like venom biting back at me. "I haven't spoken to my family in years because of who I am. You think that is easy?"

I could see the pain in her eyes, both at what she was telling me and at what I had unknowingly implied.

"That not what I meant, I'm sorry - I didn't know" I said in a small voice.

"Of course you didn't, you never asked" she said icily. "You sat over there pretending you were the only person to ever struggle with their sexuality. Unless of course I was fucking you, then you were perfectly ok with it."

Tears welled in my eyes as she turned away from me.

"I spent most of my life surrounded by people who were ashamed of me, I'm not going back to that" she said with finality. "You need to figure out what you want."

With that she walked out the door, leaving me standing in my kitchen, tears streaming down my face and a twisting feeling of despair in my gut.

Jo

I was drunk. Really fucking drunk.

Since Dylan had stormed out on me a few days ago, I had let myself wallow in a sea of self pity until Jess had enough and forced me into some clothes and out to a local bar with her. Now here I was standing at the bar, trying not to sway too much as I ordered another round.

"You wanna get a water?" Jess shouted in my ear as she eyed me up.

I shook my head and down another shot of tequila before signalling the bartender for another.

"Jo.." Jess started before I cut her off.

"I'm good" I muttered. I had unloaded on Jess when she had come home to find me crying and repeatedly dialling Dylan's number to no avail. Jess had taken me in her arms and listened to me cry without an ounce of judgement. I knew I was lucky to have her, but right now I was not looking for her to be a voice of reason.

Dylan hadn't called me back or responded to any of my texts. It was perfectly clear that she didn't want to talk to me and I didn't blame her.

Jess observed me take another shot before changing tact. She pulled me away to dance rather than argue with me about my alcohol intake. I let myself be dragged into the throng of bodies, feeling myself give in to the music as I closed my eyes. Normally I was a little self conscious when I danced but the alcohol had removed any inhibitions and I moved freely.

As the beat changed, I saw Jason, Jess' boyfriend, join us, she smiled and twirled for him. A knot formed in my stomach as the thought of Dylan entered my mind. The thought was pushed aside when I felt a pair of hands grip my hips and the feeling of body pushed against my back.

Fuck it, I thought. The best way to get over someone is to get under someone else.

I turned around to look at the guy with his hands around me. He was cute but I didn't feel the surge of arousal that I got looking at Dylan.

Don't think about Dylan I chastised myself.

He pulled me into his body and I wrapped an arm around his neck, swaying my hips against him to the music. Two dances in and I was whispering in his ear.

"Let's get out of here".

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It wasn't the same. I was standing in my apartment, kissing this guy and trying to pretend I was enjoying it. But it felt wrong. His stubble against my mouth, the pushy way his tongue caressed mine, it didn't come close to my recent experiences.

He had my shirt off and was pawing at my breasts when I heard a knock against the door. I ignored it and tried to focus on trying to enjoy what was happening. He was clutching at my breasts too hard and I lifted his shirt in order to direct his hands off me. He was pulling his shirt off when the knocking started again.

Goddamit Jess, I thought to myself, of course she would forget her keys.

"Hang on a sec, I just need to let my roommate in" I huffed. I strode across the room and wretched open the door expecting to find Jess, only I didn't.

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Dylan

She froze when she opened the door, her eyes wide. My breath caught in my throat when I saw her standing before me in a sheer red bra, but I quickly noticed the scene around me. She was standing there topless, with some guy in the background in an equal state of undress.

"Dylan" she stammered. I looked back into her eyes before turning on my heel without a word and walking away from her. I'd seen enough.

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Jo

The look she had given me haunts me. I had kicked the very confused guy out just after Dylan had left before crawling into my bed. But I couldn't sleep. I kept reliving the hurt in her eyes when she realized what was going on. She had looked at me like she didn't know who I was.

Part of me wanted to go after her but what would I say? I had royally fucked up and I knew it. In an effort to work out what the hell my deal was, I had completely fucked over the person I wanted the most. It had taken seeing Dylan's heartbroken look that made me realize that. I wanted her. Who cared what that mean or how it would affect some label about my sexuality?

I hear Jess enter the apartment, her footsteps pausing outside my room as she pushed my door open.

"Jo?" she whispered.

I lay still, pretending to be asleep until she left.

What am I going to do?

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Jo

The rest of the weekend past by in somewhat of a blur. Several times I almost called Dylan -- but I didn't know what to say. Finally I couldn't stand things anymore and I decided to face this head on. I carefully dressed and did my make up and headed over to Dylan's apartment. Walking the step to her front door, my heart was beating so loudly I worried she'd be able to hear it before I rang the doorbell. Steeling myself, I knocked and waited.

When the door finally opened, it wasn't Dylan I came face to face with but Ava.

"Oh hi" I stammered. "Is Dylan home?"

Ava looked at me for a few seconds appraisingly. Her eyes were cold.

"No" she finally answered.

"Right well, um could you tell her I came by?"

"I don't think so" Ava responded icily.

I blinked stupidly at her but she didn't say anymore. I mustered my courage and took a deep breath.

"Look, I don't know what Dylan told you but I need to talk to her"

"I don't really care what you need" she responded in turn.

"Ava --" I started but she cut me off.

"She's not your plaything ok? She can seem all aloof and unfazed but she fucking isn't Jo. You don't know what she's been through, her whole life she's been rejected because she's gay. Her whole life she was made to feel like she should be ashamed of who she is. She finally let someone in and you treated her exactly like everyone else. You were ashamed of her."

I wanted to respond, shut her down and tell her she was wrong. But she wasn't. I had treated her like that. So I stood there stupidly as my stomach twisted. Ava eyed me with ill concealed distaste.

"You don't deserve her" she said dismissively, before abruptly turning and closing the door in my face.

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Jo

I resolved to find a way to speak to her alone at work on Monday. I could barely sleep Sunday night, rehearsing in my head what I would say to her. By the time I walked into work I was a nervous wreck. But she wasn't there. Anne told me she had called in sick with the flu, my stomach knotted knowing the real reason she wasn't here.

I paced my office incessantly, unable to focus on my work. The thought of going over to her apartment again continued to enter my mind, but if she wasn't at work that was a pretty clear indication that she didn't want to see me right?

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Dylan

I was wallowing and I knew it. Sitting at home watching daytime television in order to avoid Jo, I kept flashing back to the image of her topless with a semi naked man in the background.

Fucking stupid I thought to myself, falling for a goddamn straight girl, I'm a walking lesbian cliché.

I was angry. With myself, with Jo, with the whole societal notion that my sexuality was somehow lesser. I was also hurt. Jo's rejection had brought back a whole load of quashed memories of shame that I had done my best to bury. This is why I usually stuck to meaningless sex, no feelings, no expectations, just physical release. I didn't stick around long enough to know how the women I fucked really felt or what they really thought of me. But this girl had gotten under my skin. Every protective measure I had made had failed me the moment I had seen her icy blue eyes and sexy little body. And damn, what a body. Just picturing it had my heart beating faster.

As a scowled at myself, my phone began to buzz and Ava's name popped up on my screen.

"What?" I snapped petulantly as I answered the phone.

"Well good morning to you too" she responded, ignoring my sulk. "Just checking to see how you're going, have you seen her?"

I paused briefly, considering my response. "No, I skipped work today"

Ava was silent on the end of the phone.

"Dylan, you never miss work." She sounded concerned.

"Yeah, well....." I didn't know what to say, it was true I was a workaholic so the idea of missing a day because I was sulking over some girl was undoubtably a surprise. She's not just some girl though is she?

"I'm worried about you" Ava said quietly.

"Don't be, I'm fine" I responded quickly. I closed my eyes as I tried to make myself believe that as much as Ava.

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Jo

Dylan had returned to work the next day, looking exactly as collected and heart stoppingly gorgeous as always. She had walked into our sales meeting and took my breath away exactly as she had done the first day. Her eyes flickered to meet mine briefly but she looked past me after a second and moved to speak with Dan.

I didn't know what to do, I barely listened as the meeting progressed, formulating a plan in my head to speak with her. My eyes traced to slope of her neck as the meeting wrapped up. I realised if I was going to act, now was my chance.

"Dylan, can I have a second please?" I asked, hoping to sound professional given we were surrounded by our colleagues.

"Actually I've got to-" she started, as she moved to get out of her chair.

"I'll make it quick" I smiled, surely she had to stay now. It would be too suspect to refuse in front of the others. As people trailed out of the room, I licked my lips nervously as she gazed at me impassively.

Just as I opened my mouth to speak she raised her hand, stopping me in my tracks.

"Don't Jo" she said calmly.

"We have to work together and I need to concentrate to do my job properly. I can't do that with this going on so just don't. It's fine, I'm fine, let's just move on and pretend this thing with us never happened"

She was so cold, so distant, I instinctively reached out to her but she backed away from me, standing to leave.

"I have to go" she muttered quickly, her eyes connected with mine again but there was no warmth behind them this time. I could have sworn I saw a flicker of the same pain as when she was stood in my doorway. But just as quickly she turned away from me, striding out the door to leave me standing there, staring after her with a sinking feeling in my stomach.

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Jo

Every time I'd seen her over the next week she had been indifferent towards me, though I noticed she had managed to make sure she was never alone in my company. The closest I got to her was when we had staff meetings. It was at these times I noticed the dark circles under her eyes or her uncharacteristically spacing out when people were speaking. My guilt magnified with every encounter.

You hurt her, you don't deserve her. Ava's words echoed on my head constantly.

As I ruminated on this unhelpfully, Anne entered my office to discuss our latest sales projections, I was grateful for the distraction and focused my mind on the task in front of me. 30 minutes later, we were discussing the next step for the Faber Inc contract. It immediately made me think about Dylan but I tried to push the thought out of my head.

"So I think we'll bring in Mike to replace Dylan" Anne said.

"What?" I asked incredulously. "Why would we replace Dylan?"

Anne frowned at me.

"She didn't tell you? She's leaving, tendered her resignation a few days ago." Anne stopped when she noticed the look on my face.

'Are you ok?" she asked.

I quickly nodded and muttered something about it being a shock. She raised her eyebrows at me but said nothing.

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Dylan

I sat at my desk, drinking my third coffee of the day and struggled to get past the fog that had clouded my brain even since Jo Andrews had entered my life. Just when I managed to focus on the spreadsheet in front of me, the door to my office burst open. I looked up in surprise to see Jo wrenching shut the door and turning to face me.

My eyes instinctively travelled down her body but snapped up to her face when I heard her sharp intake of breath.

"You're leaving?" She asked, her hand shook slightly as she brushed the hair from her face.

"Yes" I stated simply. She stared at me for a few seconds before responding.

"Were you going to tell me?" she looked upset and it pissed me off.

"Why would I do that?"

"Because......" she searched my face for emotion, I refused to give her what she was looking for.

"Because what, Jo? I fucked you a few times? Why should that mean something to me when it clearly meant nothing to you" I snapped.

"It didn't mean nothing" she responded quickly, blushing under my gaze. I couldn't help the noise of derision that leaves my throat.

"I'm serious, it was....." Jo trails off, struggling for words. "It wasn't nothing" she says as she swallows thickly.

"Did you say the same thing to the guy you fucked the other night?"

"I didn't sleep with him. I couldn't after seeing you." A small part of me feels triumphant but I won't let her see that.

"Well I'm sorry to be a cockblock"

I senses Jo step towards me and I pushed back in my chair. I needed some distance but I register the pain in her eyes when she sees my movement. Despite everything I feel like an arsehole for being responsible for that look. Jo wrings her hands and looks away from me.

"Look I'm sorry ok? I freaked out and I was so confused and I know what I did was stupid and selfish, I know that."

I can't hear any more of this, I need to keep my heart closed and guarded. Here I am letting this girl interfere in my life. I've learnt my lesson, don't let anyone in.

I remain impassive, staring at her as she searches my face for a sign of my feelings.

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Jo

I can feel the tears well in my eyes as she watches me. She's so cold, it's like she thinks she can fool me into thinking she doesn't care but I know she does. I know she's hurting and I'm accountable. I know how hard she's worked to be where she is professionally, and she's walking away from this job because of me.

I blinked rapidly to avoid embarrassing myself further by sobbing in her office. Her face softens for a moment and I take a shaky breath to steady myself.

"You don't need to leave" I plead quietly. I hear her sigh and force myself to meet her eyes. They are as captivating as always, even when their full of pain.

"I do. I can't concentrate around you, Jo." She breathes.

"It's better this way, I can move on with my life and you can put this behind you. Chalk it up to curiosity and find some nice guy to sweep you off your feet". Dylan gives me a sad smile that doesn't touch her eyes.

"And if I don't want that?"

Her phone rings, interrupting her train of thought. She answers quickly.

"Yeah, I'll be right there" she mutters into the receiver. Dylan stands smoothing down her shirt, and approaches me. I hold my breath instinctively.

"I have to go" she says, and she walks past me. She makes every effort to avoid touching me or making eye contact. I watch her pause for a second as she pulls open the door.

"I'm here until the Christmas break so we only have to get through a month." She runs a hand through her hair before glancing at me. "Maybe we can be friends Jo, I don't know. But I need some space right now. Please". She sounds almost like she's begging.

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Jo

I gave her, her space. I realised that, for the entire time I had known Dylan, she had prioritized my feelings and the least I could do was take hers into consideration now. So I stayed away and tried to supress any urges to speak with her with the exception of necessary work related topics.

Outside of work I had pretty much withdrawn into my own shell, studiously avoiding leaving the house for fear that I would run into her, or stumble across something that reminded me of her. So I stayed at home on the couch and consistently turned down every attempt Jess made to coax my out of self imposed exile. Two weeks in, Jess walked through the door to find me exactly as she'd left me three hours earlier, prone on the couch blanked out.

She rolled her eyes as she plonked down beside me.

"Having fun?"

"Not really" I grouched, not shifting my gaze from the tv.

"In that case, you wanna go do something? Get a drink?"

"No thanks" I automatically responded.

I heard her sigh in frustration at my response.

"Ok then, let's stay in. Shall we cook or order in? We could do a movie night?"

"I don't really feel like-" I started.

"JOANNA LEE ANDREWS, THAT IS ENOUGH" Jess snapped.

I was startled by her response and looked at her incredulously.

"What?" I squeaked in confusion.

"How long are you going to punish yourself for?" she fumed.

"I'm not punishing myself"

"No? You've practically lived on that couch for two weeks. What do you call that?"

I shrugged at her, and turned back to the tv but Jess grabbed the remote and switched it off. Taking a deep breath, she moved to sit in front of me, trapping me into meeting her eyes.

"Is she giving you a hard time?" Jess cut straight to the chase.

"No, she's been fine." She had been. She was cordial and polite but so incredibly distant, I could practically see the walls she was building around herself. The walls I'd made her need. My eyes misted and I blinked back tears.

Before I knew it, I was wrapped in Jess' arms. She attempted to soothe me as she rubbed my back as I tried not to sob into her shirt.

"I'm sick of seeing you cry Jo" she whispered.

"I hurt her" I said in a small voice. "She was nothing but good to me and I treated her like shit. You should see her, Jess, she's suffering and it's my fault".

"Ok, so you acted like a bit of a dick."

I giggled slightly at Jess' bluntness through my tears. She pulled me back to look at her, grasping my hands with sincerity.

"You've apologized Jo. I know you, I know you wouldn't intentionally hurt anyone. I bet Dylan knows that too. But break ups are shitty and hard so you need to cut yourself some slack."

She leant forward and wiped the tears from my face.

"I am not going to sit here and let you beat yourself up anymore. So, tonight we are going to eat a shit tonne of ice cream and watch sappy movies. Ok?"

I nodded at her but she wasn't finished.

"And tomorrow, we are done with this funk. I'm going to call Nick and set you up on a date"

"No, no, no" I squeaked, removing my hands from hers as I shook my head. "I can't".

"Bullshit Joanna, of course you can. You need to move on and stop feeling like one relationship defines you".

Jess was looking at me with a determined expression, I had known her a long time and I knew when she had that look, she meant business.

"I can't Jess, please" I pleaded.

"Give me one good reason why not?"

"Because I...." I searched in my mind for an answer. "I don't even know who I would want to date at this point. After Dylan....I don't know if I want to be with a man or a woman. Maybe I'm not into women..maybe I'm just into Dylan, I don't know". I realized I was rambling and stopped.

"Well are you finding the answers watching re-runs of coronation street?" Jess asked, raising her eyebrows at me. I frowned at her but didn't answer.

"Humor me Jo, go on one date and if you don't like it then fine but give yourself a chance."

"I'm not ready to date again"

"What's there to be ready for? You go talk and eat some food. It might help you to start working out all the shit in your head about your sexuality."

I opened my mouth to reply but Jess cut me off.

"You're going, Jo. I refuse to watch you wallow, so put on your big girl panties and I'll let you know when I've arranged it" she stood, signalling she was done talking.

"But, if the date goes well feel free to take those panties right back off again" she winked and sauntered away.

"Chocolate or strawberry ice cream?" she called back over her shoulder.

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Jo

Six months ago I would have said this was a really good date. Nick was everything Jess had said -- smart, charming and funny. He was handsome and seemed genuinely interested in getting to know me. Unfortunately, sitting across from him in a coffee shop, nursing a soy latte, my heart just wasn't in it. Jess had cajoled me into dressing up and putting in some effort, so I smiled and nodded as he talked about his life. He was exactly the kind of guy I had thought I'd end up with. But that was before Dylan had showed up and turned my life upside down.

"So, you and Jess have been friends for a while?"

I shifted my focus back to Nick and nodded.

"Yeah, since we both moved to the city".

I try to get my head back on this date by giving Nick the story of how Jess and I met. He smiles and nods but his gaze shifts suddenly as I feel a tap on my shoulder. I turn to see Heather, the office receptionist (and gossip) grinning down at me.

"Hi Jo, gosh it seems so strange to see you outside the office!"

"Hi Heather" I force a smile and internally pray this will be quick and she won't snoop.

Her eyes shift over to my date as she looks at me expectantly. Damn.

"This is Nick, Nick this is Heather. We work together"

He smiles and shakes her hand, while she practically bats her eyelashes at him. In different circumstances I would be annoyed but I can't force myself to care currently.

"So nice to meet you" she simpers.

"I didn't know you lived around here Jo, this place is like my second home!" Heather smiled.

I nodded and smiled in an effort to not invite further conversation. With nowhere to go, she finally got the hint.

"Well I'll leave you lovebirds to it!" Heather winks at me.

"Right, sure. See you Monday" I mutter with a small wave.

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Jo

I managed to get through the rest of my date with Nick without further incident. We exchanged numbers but it seemed like he picked up on my lack of interest as he hadn't text me. I was quietly relieved.

I had completely put the date out of my mind until seeing Heather in the lunch room on Monday. I was hoping she wouldn't bring it up. As I was internally crossing my fingers, Dylan entered the room. She hesitated seeing me sitting at the table but evidently thought it was safe enough with other colleagues around. My eyes tracked her as she walked across to the small kitchenette. I glumly noted the surge of attraction watching her that just wasn't present on my date with Nick.

"Jo, your boyfriend is so cute!" Heather announced, shocking me out of gawking at Dylan. Oh fuck me, how is her timing?!

"He's not my boyfriend" I quickly stated, hoping to hell that Dylan couldn't hear us from the kitchen. I glanced over at her but she showed no indication she was aware of Heather's proclamation.

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Dylan

"Jo, your boyfriend is so cute!"

I froze when I heard those words leave the mouth of the receptionists who's name I can never remember. Harriet? No that wasn't it. Hayley?

"He's not my boyfriend" Jo replied. I forced myself not to react as I pretended to be engrossed in making a sandwich.

"It was just a first date" Jo quietly said.

My stomach clenched. I tried to ignore the sinking feeling in my gut as her words hit home. I couldn't help the bitterness I felt at thinking of Jo on a date with a guy. And the very different reaction she would have had if a colleague had seen her out with me. I highly doubt she would chatting about our relationship in the staff lunchroom.

"Well, are you going to take him to the Christmas party?"

Jo seemed to hesitate for a second and I felt her eyes on me but forced myself not to look.

"Um I don't know, maybe" she rushed out.

The fucking Christmas party. The prospect of watching Jo dancing with some guy made me suddenly lose my appetite.

Tossing my sandwich in the bin, I stalked out of the lunchroom and headed back to my office. I closed my door and leant back against it, letting out a deep breath.

God the sooner I get out of this place the better.

My emotions had been all over the place in the last few weeks and I didn't like it. I'd think I was fine for a while and then I'd unexpectedly run into Jo around the office and my breath would leave my lungs. Now I couldn't even have my lunch without a blow to the gut that Jess was dating. A guy.

Guess the experiment's over I thought to myself bitterly. A rush of anger overtook me and I glanced at my desk phone with a plan forming in my mind.

I needed a date to the Christmas party, and I had someone in mind.

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Dylan

"You have got to be kidding me Dylan!" Ava fumed, stamping her foot to make her displeasure known.

I ignored her and fixed the lapel of my bottle green suit jacket, making sure I wasn't about to flash anyone given I wasn't wearing anything under it.

Score one for being small chested I thought to myself, much easier to keep everything in place.

Despite clearly being annoyed with me I smirked when I caught Ava's eyes skim my chest, before snapping up at me.

"Why her Dylan? You could get anyone you want!" Ava exclaimed.

I rolled my eyes at her but didn't answer. In truth I wanted someone that would hang off me and make it clear they wanted me. The opposite of Jo in other words. Yeah that is a little shallow and shitty of me but frankly I needed the ego boost.

"I told her it was just as friends and besides she's not that bad" I remarked while Ava looked at me like I had three heads.

Before Ava could get off what I'm sure would have been a masterfully sarcastic response, there was a knock on the door.

"That's her, can you try and be pleasant please?"

Ava scowled at me as I crossed the room to the door, swinging it open to find my date in a cocktail dress that was almost indecent.

"Hi handsome" Gigi smiled.

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Jo

Needless to say I did not bring a date to the party. So I stood nervously sipping champagne with my eyes on the door anticipating Dylan's arrival. The company had hired out the ballroom at a fancy downtown hotel, inclusive of an open bar that I definitely intended to make the most of.

This would be the last time I saw Dylan. The party marked the end of the trading period and with it, Dylan's departure from R&G. There had been a small lunch put on for her but I had respectfully kept my nose buried in work and avoided it. In truth I was worried attending an event for Dylan leaving might crack the façade we had kept up over the last few weeks. People might notice if I started blubbering in the middle of the office. I figured I'd talk to her tonight and say goodbye. I felt my throat tighten at the thought.

To distract myself I engaged in a conversation with Dave and his wife, complete with a slideshow of their young children at various events. In the middle of laughing with Dave about a photo of his daughter missing her front tooth, I glanced towards the door and felt my mouth dry.

There she was, wearing a dark green tailored suit, which cut down to below her breasts, leaving the deep valley of her chest on display. My brain completely stalled as my eyes travelled over her. She was so fucking beautiful.

So gorgeous in fact, that I didn't immediately notice that she wasn't alone. When her eyes snapped to mine, and I felt locked in her stare. Until her date leaned over to whisper in her ear.

Fuck.

Gigi Summers was griping her arm.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

She was wearing a skin tight coral cocktail dress that barely contained her breasts. While Dylan looked like pure class, Gigi looked like pure sex. Dylan turned her attention away from me to Gigi and I quickly turned back to Dave and his wife, who were looking at my quizzically. Downing the rest of my champagne, I excused myself to get a refill.

I had no right to be upset, I knew that. I had rejected her after all, yet I had not expected her to have a date.

God knows why, look at her.

I felt sick, and grabbed my phone to text Jess.

Dylan's here with a date. I hit send and contemplated making an early exit.

You okay? She responded immediately.

I didn't respond right away and stared down at my drink as I contemplated my feelings . No, I wasn't ok.

I dialled Jess' number and stepped outside.

"Hey, you okay?" Jess said, concern evident in her voice.

"Not really"

I took a deep breath.

"I need to leave Jess, I'm going to say you called and there was an emergency"

Jess paused on the other end of the phone.

"I think..and Jo, I love you ok but you need to hear this" she hesitated.

"I think you keep running from this thing with Dylan and it's not helping."

When I remained silent, she continued cautiously.

"You ran from your feelings for her once, are you going to do it again?"

I let her words sink in.

"I've never seen you mope over a guy the way you have been over her. I think...I'm not saying your gay but, maybe you are for her. I don't even know if that's a thing but who cares Jo? If she makes you happy"

"I think I am gay" I whispered, it was the first time I had said that out loud.

"Oh thank fuck" Jess laughed. "Cos that is actually totally what I meant but I'm glad you said it"

"And I think I love her".

"Well ok then" I could hear Jess' smile in her voice. "So what are you going to do about it?"

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Dylan

I had immediately caught Jo's eye when we arrived but had barely seen her since then. Probably a good thing since she looked practically edible in her navy off the shoulder dress. It had taken all my willpower to rip my eyes away from her and focus my attention on Gigi. And boy did Gigi need a lot of attention. It was getting tedious to tell her she looked good and hear her call me "baby" every chance she got. We really didn't have anything in common. In all fairness when I invited her, I made it clear I meant as friends but she obviously had chosen to ignore that.

I finally dragged her to the dancefloor just so we wouldn't have to talk anymore. We danced during an upbeat number which changed into a slower tune and she pressed her body against mine. I held her but my mind wasn't there.

"May I cut in?" Jo's voice grabbed my attention and I felt Gigi stiffen. My heart rate skyrocketed and I knew Gigi could probably feel it.

"No, my date and I are just getting started" Gigi replied, putting an unnecessary amount of emphasis on the word "date".

Jo might have been asking Gigi but her attention was firmly on me.

"Ok, can I have a word outside then Dylan?"

"Um yeah, sure" I responded automatically.

Gigi shot me a look of annoyance.

"Baby, I think you should stay here with me"

"It will only take a second" Jo stated politely but firmly.

I started to move away from Gigi but she grabbed my wrist.

"You're here with me. If you leave with her then I'll walk out" she stated sourly.

"There's no need for that, it's just a conversation" I responded.

"I don't share Dylan" Gigi shot back.

"Give me a sec" I said to Jo, before steering Gigi away by the elbow. Once we were away from prying eyes I turned to her.

"Gigi, I told you I invited you as a friend." I said calmly.

"I don't want to be your friend" she responded, as she aggressively wrapped her arms around my neck and tried to pull me towards her mouth.

I pushed away from her. Apparently, that finally made the message sink in. She scoffed at me as I took her arms off me.

"Look I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong impression" I started, bringing her really had been a mistake. She didn't wait for me to finish, turning on her heel and walking away from me without a backwards glance.

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Jo

I can't pretend I wasn't happy when I watched Dylan fend Gigi off only for her to walk out. She rubbed a hand over her face and I turned away, not wanting her to catch me watching her exchange.

It was loud over the music so when she walked back to me she nodded for us to go outside, grabbing a beer from the table on the way. I followed her out steeling myself for our conversation and praying for a good response.

She walked past a large group of our co-workers outside smoking and drinking and settled against a wall, regarding me impassively.

"So what's up?"

I swallowed nervously.

"I just wanted to talk to you...about everything" I eyed her, but my nervousness prevented me from fully appreciating the view.

"What is there to say?" Dylan responded, swigging her beer.

"I'm sorry. I let what other people would think cloud my judgement and effect my feelings for you" I took a deep breath before continuing.

"It was a mistake. Probably the biggest one I've ever made and I regret it". She didn't respond so I stepped closer to her, closer than you would get to a friend.

"I want you Dylan, and I was an idiot for ever letting you think differently. I know you're leaving but I need you to know"

The whole time I was speaking her eyes were locked on me. I shifted nervously and waited for her reaction. Finally she stood, but she put a little distance between us.

"I don't want to be your dirty little secret, Jo" she said, her eyes searching mine.

"You're not." I said emphatically.

And then I did the only think I could think of to prove it. I kissed her. In front of everyone, I pulled her into me, cupped her face and crushed my lips firmly against hers. She didn't respond at first, but I parted her lips with my tongue and she moaned before wrapped her arms around me.

I was vaguely aware of some catcalls from our drunk colleagues but I just didn't care. The moment I felt her body against mine, the moment our tongues met, nothing mattered but us. Finally she pulled away from me, her eyes the dark green they get when she's turned on. I was breathing heavily as I waited for her to speak.

"Let's go" she said huskily.

"Where?"

"Somewhere private so I can make you come."

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Jo

Between the ballroom and finding a taxi she had pushed me up against a wall twice and kissed me so hard it was difficult to breathe. There was an inferno between my legs at the prospect of what was to come and I was grinning so hard my face hurt.

We finally managed to find a taxi and all the way home she was whispering in my ear about how she couldn't wait to taste me, to hear me moan and scream for her, to fuck me until I begged her for release.

I was squirming in my seat and I could practically feel my pussy dripping at her words.

What seemed like an inordinate amount of time later we finally reached her apartment and stumbled up the stairs. When she closed the apartment door behind her, my heart was hammering so hard in my chest I was sure she would be able to hear it.

She reached for me and leant her forehead against mine tenderly.

"Jo, are you sure?" she whispered. I could see how vulnerable she was in asking that question and it made me weak.

Now it was my turn to push her against the wall. I backed her up until her back was flat and I was pushed tightly into her. I could feel her breasts against my own, causing my nipples to become painfully hard.

"I want you, not just tonight, every night." I told her firmly.

"I'm crazy about you Dylan and if you don't believe my words then I guess I need to show you another way".

I pulled her into her bedroom and backed up until my knees hit the end of her bed.

"Don't move" I ordered. She raised her eyebrows at me but stoically remained in place, staying at the end of her bed.

I looked her in the eye and pulled my dress up and over my head. Leaving me before her in nothing but my bra and panties. I made quick work of removing them too, loving the way her eyes widened at the sight of my nude body. It gave me the confidence to do what I was about to do next.

I laid back on her bed and opened my legs for her, giving her a view of my glistening, engorged pussy, on display for her.

"This is what you do to me, how wet you make me. Whenever I see you I just want to spread my legs and let you have your way with me."

I rubbed my fingers up and down my slit, circling my clit and moaning quietly. Her eyes rapidly flicked between the movement between my legs and my face but she didn't move. I could feel my arousal drip onto her bed.

Slowly I pushed two fingers inside my pussy, stifling a groan at the feeling of being filled.

"It feels so good when you're inside me" I panted as I started to fuck myself more rapidly, I was so wet I could her the squelching sounds of my fingers pumping inside me.

"This is all for you" my voice started to crack as I felt myself grow closer and closer to my peak. Her fists were balled tightly at her side, she seemed mesmerized by the show I was putting on for her, and I could her the breathing rapidly.

"Watch me while I come for you, baby" I moaned and closed my eyes.

"Jo.." Dylan breathed, and that did it. My name of her lips while she watched me pushed me over the edge. I threw my head back and shuddered as my orgasm ripped through me.

Dylan was on me in a flash, her body pushing my into the bed, her lips on my neck, her hands stroking my thighs.

My lips found hers and she kissed me deeply while my body continued to twitch beneath her.

"I need you" I whispered against her lips. I felt her smile into my mouth and she began to trail kisses down my body.

"That's not what I meant" I laughed, pulling her back up. She looked at me with confusion I thought I should make things crystal clear. I rolled us over and straddled her hips. I leant down to whisper in her ear.

"I need to taste you" I murmured, biting down on her earlobe.

I hear her sharp intake of breath as my hands pull her jacket open, revealing her breasts and diamond hard nipples. I stoked her tenderly.

Dylan pulled my mouth to hers and searched my eyes for any hesitation.

"You don't have-" she started but I cut her off.

"Dylan, I fucking want you. I want to feel you wet for me. I want to feel you as you come in my mouth"

She shuddered at my words and I took the opportunity to pull her clothes off her until she just in her boxers. I paused to take in the sight of her, breathing heavily, her abs straining beneath me and her face flushed with arousal.

I ran my hand down her chest and began, toying with her nipples, pinching them lightly. When I took her right nipple in my mouth she groaned and cupped the back of my head, holding me to her as I suckled. The feeling of her peaks elongating in my mouth might be the sexiest experience of my life.

I skimmed my hands down her sides as I switched to the other breast. I wonder at how she manages to be so hard and so soft to my hands at the same time. As much as I am enjoying licking and sucking her breasts, I want to push on. I slide back and lift my hips as I grasp the waistband of her boxers and pull. She lifted her hips for me, and I sling her boxers away and settle between her legs, wrapping my hands around her thighs.

I gaze settles her pussy and I stare. I can see her lips moist with arousal, her clit poking through the hood. She's so beautiful. I gently stroked my fingers down her folds and she twitches. I realize my slow exploration must be driving her insane.

Looking up at her, I see her biting her lip, her eyes dark with lust as she squirms under me. Her scent is intoxicating and it makes my mouth water. Why the fuck didn't I do this sooner?!

Keeping eye contact I lower my head to her pussy and take a long slow lick, she throws her head back and groans.

I smiled into her, she tastes phenomenal. I start to eat her like it's my last meal on earth. Sucking and running my tongue along every curve. When I reach the hard nub and suck it gently she hips buck off the bed.

Her breathing is getting harder and harder as her pussy grows wetter and wetter. I thrust two fingers into her entrance and her hands fly to the back of my head as her back arches.

"Fuck fuck oh fuck" she moans, and it's the sweetest sound I've ever heard. I can feel my own pussy flood with arousal at the sight of her pleasure.

I try to remember what she so successfully has done to me before and curved my fingers upwards inside her. She goes insane so I know I must be doing something right.

"Fuucckkkk, fuck Jo don't stop. I'm gonna come" she pants. I raise my eyes to her while I continue to lap at her clit. Her back is arched and her nipples are pointed upwards as she pinches them, a sheen of sweat across her skin. She looks radiant.

Dylan looks down at me looks down and that's the cue I was waiting for. I keep driving my fingers into her as I suck hard on her clit, flicking my tongue across the tip.

Her whole body tenses violently and she seems to hold her breath before emitting a low, deep groan. Her release floods my mouth and I lap up every drop. I tongue her softly as she slowly relaxes.

She looks utterly spent, and I can't help but smile as lick her come off my lips.

"Get up here" she pants.

I kiss my way up her body before lying on her chest and settling into her. She flings an arm around me and pulls me close.

"Was that ok?" I ask, I think I know the answer but my inexperience makes me nervous.

Dylan laughs in response and kisses the top of my head.

"Baby, I know you're new to having lesbian sex but when a girl screams oh fuck repeatedly it's more than ok"

I giggle as she tips my face up towards her and kisses me sweetly.

"Are you ok?" she asks, full of sincerity. My heart swells as I smile back at her.

"I've never been better".

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