Disclaimer
One: There isn't one really. These gals belong to me
they just happen to resemble our favorite warrior and bard
whobelong to Rob T.
Disclaimer Two: Let's see. There is a lack of
violence, but the presence of strong language. There is a
lack of subtext because it is all maintext in my world (Welcome
to it). There is also graphic sexual content between
consenting women. If it's not for you, don't write me and
whine about it.
This one takes place a few days after Perceptions, and it is
strictly a relationship piece. I thought you guys could use
a break from the dramatics. (g).
Dedications: To the Big Guy that
runs everything, and I wanna send out a big hey to the people of
Mindom.
Differing
Perspectives
(14th Installment of Perspectives)
By
Minerva
Copyright © March 2001
Chapter
LXVII: Sex and the Single Girl
Cory
squinted then rubbed jade eyes with the backs of her hands, but
the words on the computer screen continued to look as if they
were a string of undecipherable code. She groaned and threw
the Scooby Doo pencil to the desk in exasperation. It
bounced weakly before prattling to the desk.
The caseworker shook her head in a last ditch effort to clear it,
but the reoccurring images of the admin naked, writhing, and
moaning under her, over her, and in whatever position they could
get in this morning before the alarm sounded, continued to parade
across her thoughts. God, how am I supposed to work like
this?
The blonde leaned back in the swiveling chair, marveling at the
growing attraction and need for the brunette only a few feet
away. Cory smoothed a hand over the sporty green skirt,
wiping her sweaty palm, then pulled the sleeveless button down
tee away from her chest and nipples that had been standing at
attention for some time.
She closed her eyes and gasped at the image of Taylor's face
flushed and frozen in pleasure. She then whimpered,
remembering the rush of wetness that coated her cheeks and lips
during that particular moment. Cory's blood, which had been
on slow boil since this morning's 'tension reliever,' steadily
moved to scorching and beyond.
The short-haired blonde crossed her legs and jumped at the raw
sensations between her legs. She could almost smell her own
arousal. Slow trickles of cold sweat dribbled down her back
and covered her forehead. It took concerted effort to give
the appearance to fellow co-workers that her breathing and heart
rate were under control, when everything inside was erratic.
Almost every night, they made love until the point of exhaustion
only to be ravenous again in the morning--- groping, grinding,
and pumping into each other as if it were the first time.
Still, Cory craved more. I'm addicted to her.
Truer words had never been spoken. The blonde peered at the
phone in irritation. This had to be the day with no
cases. Ring phone! Ring dammit! I'll take
anything. She growled quietly at the phone and took a
sip of tepid Earl Gray to wet her dry throat. I wish
that counselor would come early! I need to get my mind off
this.
Cory set the cup back down with a thump and turned back toward
the computer. You're not gonna help me are you?
You're just gonna sit there and be. . .well inanimate.
The caseworker cringed as she continued her spiral
downward. Okay, I think I've finally lost it.
Taylor's made me crazy. Damn, damn, damn! The
blonde woman poked out her lower lip. Doesn't make me
want her any less.
She sighed and tried to steer her thoughts to her ailing friend,
but since Barb had reached out for the help she needed, Cory's
over-sexed brain could not hold on to it, inching back to the
admin. She took another deep breath. I can even
smell her around me. The petite blonde sniffed her
shirt, taking in the brunette's spicy scent. Inwardly, Cory
let out a long moan as she recalled that the admin's taste was
not far from her scent, wild and sweet. She licked her lips
and smacked them, wishing that there was the tiniest remnant
still present.
The caseworker crossed her legs the other way and squeezed her
thighs together in hopes of relieving some pressure.
"Fuck!" She whispered as it only teased her
more. If I'm feeling this, I wonder what the hell she's
doing in there. Does she feel this way? It's almost
embarrassing. How can I want anybody this much--constantly?
Placing her elbows on her desk, Cory leaned in into them and
covered her face with small hands before pushing through her
hair. She peeked at the phone again. Whatever you
do Taylor, don't call and ask me to come in there. I'm not
responsible for what might happen.
Taylor tapped long fingers on the desk as
she used the other hand to click the mouse, going from website to
website. I promised Cory that I would help her find
information about the improvement of social service
agencies. I can't believe I didn't think to check here
first. She scrolled down on the NASW website. A
slow smile transformed her features from concentrated to flushing
beauty.
Oh, you've got it bad.
LS threw in.
Taylor rolled her eyes. Yeah, even I know that.
You're supposed to be helping me with things I don't know about.
The admin bit her lip in an attempt to keep her
smile in check. The attempt failed miserably as her smile
went from slight to cheek splitting. Who woulda thought
I could have anything this fantastic? She's so good for me.
You're good for her too. More than you probably know.
Mmm, maybe. She paused then added just as
silently. I just know that I've never had a woman be so
good to me before, besides Wendy. A slow burn stole
over her as thoughts of the caseworker blossomed. No one's
ever made me feel the way she does either. Her thoughts
turned sensual. No one ever made her lose control like Cory
does; scream like she does; hunger like she does. Loving
the blonde was a novel experience, and she prayed that it stayed
that way. Each day that she woke up surrounded in the warmth
of her lover seemed like a new beginning, and Taylor christened
each chance by making love to her with sweet intensity to thank
and worship her for the peace she brought with her.
If it's possible, I think I love her a little more each
day. Who woulda thought it? Taylor waited for
the smart-allecky comment from LS but there wasn't one. She
leaned back in the chair and joined elegant fingers, letting her
mind wander. To make it even more interesting, I want
her now more than I did at first. How the hell is that
possible? I mean, make love almost every night and every
morning, but I still can't get enough of her. Being in here
away from her, unable to touch her is torture. I think the
only reason I have control is because she does. If she
didn't.. . God, parish the thought.
Taylor sighed and tried to bring her attention back to the task
at hand. She uncrossed her khaki-covered legs and leaned
forward with an image of Cory still planted firmly in her
mind. The admin had gotten used to thinking about her all
the time. The brunette scanned the NASW site and forgot
what she was looking for--well almost. Taylor smirked and
tried to get her brain back on something useful.
There was only general and membership info along with a
newsletter. The admin read that too and frowned in
disappointment at the lack of information. Maybe I'll
check around and see if I can find a NASW member in here or
surrounding agencies. They could probably shed more light
on this. Pale blue eyes veered toward the phone. Maybe
even Cory knows someone. I'm sure she'd be in it if she had a
degree in social work.. Plus, I wouldn't mind seeing her.
It's been almost, Taylor looked at her watch . .
.three hours. She smirked at her own plight and waited
for the smart-ass remark. This time, she wasn't
disappointed.
Oh my, somebody has you wrapped around her finger.
The smirk turned into a soft smile. I don't consider
that a bad thing--not at all.
***
Cory nearly jumped out of her chair at the sound of the
phone. It made her already speeding heart beat
harder. She picked up the receiver and silently prayed that
the admin's husky voice wasn't on the other end. "Um,
h-hello?"
"Hey, get in here. I wanna show you something and I
got some questions to ask. I thought we'd do some
research."
Cory's heart stopped and she groaned inwardly. Should I
be thankful or curse the devil for his influence?
"Uh, now?"
"Yeah," Taylor paused. Something's up
with her. I can hear it in her voice. "You
okay?"
"Um, yeah," she answered brightly.
"Just a little bored I guess. There's not really
anybody here, and I don't have any calls to go out on."
"Well, come on in. I've got a sure-fire cure."
Cory almost whimpered out loud. Not the cure I want
right now. "Okay, I'll be there in a
minute." She had to concentrate to keep her voice from
trembling. The blonde got up, smoothed her hands over her
skirt and took a deep breath in preparation to face a big test..
Taylor hung up the phone but continued to stare at it.
"Yeah, something's definitely up, and it's more than
boredom."
* * *
The
admin lifted her head at the sound of the brief knock and smiled
when the blonde entered. "Hey you. Pull a chair
around. I wanna show you this." Taylor waited for
green eyes to meet hers, but they looked everywhere except her
face. Oookay, what's going on here? When she sits
down, maybe I can get her to talk to me.
Cory swallowed hard. Her insides contracted and her stomach
pulsed in pleasurable knots at the admin's presence alone. No,
no no! I don't know what I'll do when I get near her,
but God, I know what I want to do. Not wanting to cause
concern, the caseworker returned the smile with a warbly one of
her own and whispered "hello". She sighed
in resignation, pulled the chair around, and was immediately
assaulted with a flash of searing heat. The blonde trembled
from the inside out, feeling nipples harden almost painfully and
her sex throb in empathy. Knowing her face probably
revealed it all, Cory tried her best to avoid the cobalt gaze.
With shaking limbs, she took a seat. Her nostrils flared as
she took in the spicy scent that had been teasing her all
morning, and a fresh wave of desire flooded her belly, further
dampening her crotch. Trying to control her ragged
breathing, Cory took another deep breath. "Um what do
you want to show me?"
Taylor turned to her lover, expecting to meet the green gaze but
again, it was elusive. I should wait. If she wants
to talk, she will. "Um, I was looking around the
net to see if I could find any information about social service
agencies or rather groups calling for their improvement. I
didn't find anything, but it hit me that I should check out the
NASW site." She pointed at the screen and scrolled
down. "There wasn't much there either, but I thought
if we could talk to a member of the local chapter, we might be
able to find out what's on their plate right now."
Cory could hear the admin speaking, but the words just did not
make sense. Jade eyes were riveted on the strong profile, a
slashing cheek and the movement of full, sensual lips. She
forgot to breathe as hunger trapped her from all sides. Oh
God, I can't do this. Her face flushed in need and
embarrassment at her lack of control. A small whimper
escaped as she realized that normal breathing was a thing of the
past. Her chest constricted, her stomach flipped, and her
groin took on a life of its own.
Taylor stopped talking when she realized that she wasn't being
listened to. She turned toward the blonde, finally having
the chance to study her features. They were flushed; full
lips were parted slightly as she dragged in breath; and the pulse
at her neck beat wildly. Still, it was what was shining in
darkened green that made the admin's stomach drop.
Need. Pure and simple.
The blonde grimaced as if in pain, and a pink tongue snaked out
to wet her dry lips. Taylor watched from under hooded
eyes. What have you been thinking about, Bunchee?
Thinking about me makes you feel this way? Their eyes
met, and the air between them crackled with the weight of the
energy between them. A rash of goosebumps broke out on
Taylor's arms, causing a pleasant tingle all over. Tendrils
of fire licked at her belly and uncurled to encompass her
sex---all with one look.
The admin licked her own lips. I can almost taste
her. Cory tried her damndest to hold on to her last
ounce of control. This was the office. This was
work. This was their careers. This was wrong.
The last bit of control slipped a notch when she saw that the
desire she felt was mirrored in her lover's face. Her
breathing picked up even more, becoming harsh audible
pants. A gasp escaped Cory's lips, as a large hand reached
out to her. Somehow, Cory was able to wrench herself away.
Getting up as quickly as she could, the caseworker headed
for the door without a word.
Taylor watched with needy eyes. This was reckless.
This was irresponsible. This was madness. The admin
got up anyway to follow with brisk strides. Getting to the
caseworker, Taylor reached out a long arm to close the cracked
door. With one step, she sealed the front of her body to
the back of the blonde's. She heard Cory's breath leave in
a rush and felt her tremble. With one hand still against
the door, the admin used the free arm to wrap around her lover's
waist. The trembling turned violent.
To be wanted this much, needed this much touched Taylor somewhere
deep, firing her lions, moistening her sex. She whimpered
in reaction. Cory gritted her teeth against a need that was
painful in its acuteness. She felt it all pressed against
her---heavy breasts with hardened nipples, the erratic breathing,
the sounds, and the heat between them. She wanted nothing
more than to reach behind her and grab the backs of hard thighs,
making the brunette grind against her. Still, a few words
left her lips, thick and husky. "Don't. We have.
. . to stop." Cory got her wish as the hips behind her
started a slow grind, causing her to cry out in a sudden flash of
pleasure. "Uhnn,God!"
"I can't. Not when you make sounds like that. Not when
you look at me like that." Taylor leaned in and
whispered hotly in her lover's ear before flicking the lobe with
her tongue. Cory dug blunt fingernails in the arm around
her waist, and despite her mind's protest, she leveled the other
against the door and used it to aid in pushing back into the
admin's groin.
Taylor sucked in a breath and groaned. "Oh,
yeahh!" Everything throbbed between her legs in
excitement. Spurred on and unable to help herself, a roving
hand moved up the caseworker's torso until it covered a ripe
breast. The nipple was diamond hard, scorching her palm
through the cotton tee. Taylor flicked the blonde's ear
again before whispering; "It's hard for me. You're wet
for me."
"Yess!" Cory loved it---the hot talk, the things
they whispered to each other that was sometimes dirty but always
erotic. It was not any different now, and it made her all
the wetter. I don't know how to stop this. Her
hand reached up to cover Taylor's, she pressed the elegant
appendage against her, moaning as the now hypersensitive tip got
some of the attention it had been craving for---for hours.
Through the haze of pleasure, a fear gripped her.
"W-what if someone calls or needs you. They'll catch
us."
Wanting to see her lover's face, wanting to get lost in her lips,
Taylor used the hand around Cory's waist to spin her around until
her back was against the door. The admin leaned in heavily,
and their eyes along with sweaty foreheads met. Taylor
murmured heatedly, "We'll lock the door. I don't care
what they want." The brunette reached for the knob,
and there was an audible click as the lock caught.
"Tell me what you want."
Deliberately adding to the torture, Taylor parted the blonde's
legs to make room for her thigh. She surged forward and
felt the heat of her lover's arousal through the cloth of her
slacks. Cory cried out, and Taylor hoped that the walls
were not as thin as they seemed. Despite it all, her blood
surged in hot gushes to parts south. Wanting the high
again, Taylor moved her thigh in a circular pattern. She
shuddered at the feel of the caseworker riding her thigh along
with the look of agonized ecstasy that covered her face.
With lips barely a millimeter apart, breaths mingled, and Taylor
muttered once more, "Tell me."
Shameless now, Cory bit her lip and continued to
grind against the stimulation teasing her groin. Pleasure
slammed into her with each instance and she gave into it.
Yes, it was wrong. Yes it was dangerous, but it felt so
good.
Two hands slid up from her waist to cover both breasts. They
squeezed and fondled the turgid tips through the cotton of her
shirt. Green met azure and Cory knew that the admin felt
it---the need. The caseworker tilted her head back against
the door and moaned without the slightest bit of remorse.
"Oh God, fuck m. . ." The last syllable was left
unspoken as the admin, unable to resist temptation of soft, wet
lips, swooped down on her. Mouths crushed together in rough
wet, open mouthed kisses as twin moans filled the room. Small
hands tangled in dark locks, pulling the admin in as close as
possible. Tongues speared deep, tasting, exploring,
devouring.
Since her mind and body was screaming for more, with frantic
hands, Taylor pushed up the blonde's skirt and yanked at her
underwear, and at the same time, smaller hands fought with the
clasp on her lover's pants. Removing her loafers with a
shake, Taylor used her socked feet to push the blonde's underwear
down to her ankles, where she stepped out of them hastily not
bothering to remove the sandals. The admin's own
slacks and underwear followed in a soft slither.
Swallowing her lover's moans and feeding the blonde her own
whimpers, the brunette stubbornly refused to break the kiss until
the need to breath made her. Breathless, foreheads met
again, and Taylor replaced the missing thigh with her hand,
cupping the center of her lover's need. "So
wet," she groaned at the feel of it and slid two
fingers down on each side of pulsating flesh. I didn't
know a woman could get so wet for me.
Cory's hips bucked, and she sobbed, "Please. I need
this so much." Needing the connection back, the
blonde sought out the admin's kiss swollen lips and promptly
devoured them. In an attempt to get her urgency across, the
caseworker snaked one leg around the brunette's and hopped a
little. Understanding the cue, Taylor steadied her with a
hand covering tight buttocks. She groaned at the rush of
wetness that greeted her digits and at the feel of soft heat
wrapped around her.
Cory's cry was muffled by the admin's kiss as was each subsequent
whimper as she glided against the hands between her legs. Oh,
I'm gonna come right now if she doesn't stop that.
Taylor felt as though she was drowning and floating at the same
time. Knee deep in thick arousal, she felt her own wetness
trickling down like an open faucet. Her legs were shaky;
her brow sweaty; and her need was mounting to the
unbearable. She feels so good, so damn good.
Knowing her legs couldn't stand up to it anymore, the brunette
reluctantly removed her hand only to engulf firm, round
flesh. Cory mewed in protest, but the mew changed to a moan
when wet flesh met a hard, flat abdomen. Turning slowly,
Taylor shuffled toward her desk, almost tripping on her pants
still around her ankles. She shook them free angrily and
headed toward her destination.
With one sweep of her hand, the admin removed some of the
contents of the large wooden surface, letting her name plate and
several knick-knacks fall soundlessly to the carpet. She
was beyond caring, wanting to lose herself in searing
flesh. Leaning the blonde against the edge and arching her
back a little bit with the help of strong arms holding on to the
desk, the brunette renewed her efforts. I've got
to have her right here. I can't stop. Bending her
knees slightly, Taylor slumped slightly, bringing their sexes in
direct contact. The older woman whimpered then cried out at
the contact, hearing the answering moan of the blonde. As
if by some sacred covenant, their lips refused to relinquish the
kiss. Knowing that whatever sexy sound exited their mouths
would be muffled, they exchanged breath in between them.
To far gone to be slow, Taylor wanted them naked, sweating,
writhing because the ache was too pronounced, the need too
edgy. So, she settled for the meeting of wet flesh to wet
flesh. Cory dug her nails into the admin's clothed back,
meeting her thrust for thrust. It was the perfect meeting
of flesh---nether lips meshed and hip bones rubbed. It was
what she needed. It was what she craved---this intensity
that rocked her each time. To love so much that this depth
of passion emerged, it simply took her breath away, and she was
addicted to the feeling, meeting it head on time after
time. Each time she ignored the fear of wanting this much
because it just felt right.
Her cry of pleasure raised a octave when the thrusts became a
circular grind. So good. She was
lost. Taylor held onto the desk in a white knuckled grip,
using the leverage to make each thrust, each grind more
powerful. Sweat trickled down her spine, and the tails of
her shirt teased the beginning crease of her buttocks
lazily. Still, she went on. Her growing need for
more, sent one hand down between their bodies, parting wet,
nether lips, exposing the most sensitive flesh of all. Her
eyes shot open and she moaned long at the contact.
Yesss, this. . .
With each grind, clits brushed, causing them to twitch, pulse,
and spasm in pleasure. Taylor peered into Cory's flushed
face, willing her eyes to open. When they did, a new flood
of moisture doused her body, as passion glazed eyes held her own,
pleading for release and simultaneously asking for more.
"Come for me, in me," she wanted to scream, but could
not take her lips and eyes away. Unable to control her
body, the insistent grind transformed into a wet smack that she
could feel all the way down to her bones. The whimpers that
she had been drinking from Cory's lips became screams.
Lightning flashed up the brunette's spine and skittered
throughout in quick succession. So close.
It was too much but at the same time not enough--the smell of sex
around them, the sound of their writhing bodies, labored
breathing, and breathy moans, and the unbelievable pleasure
exploding between her legs. Cory took it all in, and met it with
an intensity of her own. It all swirled inside her like an
insistent whirlwind, making her want to scream or shout the
emotion into the air. Instead, she screamed it into her
lover's mouth.
Cory felt it slipping in slowly, stealthily like a professional
thief---climax. With each smack, the power built. Gonna
come. Taylor felt it, saw it, shining in luminescent
green. They moved against each other almost violently, shaking
the heavy desk slightly. The end was inevitable. It
was too hot, too raw to last. The blonde could feel it deep
in her stomach uncurling now in the form of boiling heat that
rushed her like the tallest of waves. A high keening sound
filled her ears, and she recognized it as herself.
A low roar started in Taylor's chest in reaction to the sounds
and the furious movement of her lover. The end was
near. She could see it etched in Cory's every feature.
Taylor rose to the occasion and rushed to meet the blonde half
way to oblivion. Green eyes closed as the caseworker's body
stiffened then jerked and bucked under her.
It was enough. The roar reared its head in full force as
Taylor came in shuddering, mind blowing fashion. The arms that
were holding them up, gave out, making them lean back further on
the desk with legs dangling over the side. The room was
alive with violently moving bodies, harsh, sensual sounds, and
the tangy scent of raw sex. Their bodies continued to pulse
and grind softly as juices mingled and dribbled under them.
Wrenching her mouth away to draw in much needed air, Taylor
nuzzled her face against scented blonde hair all the while
whimpering as her body refused to stop spasming. For Cory,
it was no different, she muttered incoherently as aftershocks
assaulted her. They rode it out, filling the room with soft
moans and sighs. Coherence returned; heartbeats fell to
normal, slowly; and Cory kissed whatever skin the admin's now
rumpled, askew shirt revealed.
Feeling almost totally exhausted but on top of the world, Taylor
was the first to speak. "God, C-cory," she
exclaimed hoarsely. The blonde caseworker licked at the
brunette's exposed collarbone, savoring the salty taste.
"Mmm," was her only reply. Satiated for the time
being, Cory wallowed in the residual warmth. She does
feel this too.
Taylor swallowed as her heart clenched. God, I love her.
"I-I make you feel this way?" She asked
with a voice full of wonder.
Their eyes met and held. Cory reached up to
trace the point of her lover's chin. You make me this
way. "Sometimes. . ." She hesitated,
"no, all the time, since we started making love."
Incredible, simply incredible. "I thought it
was just me. Didn't want to scare you with what I was
feeling. It's so hard to be around you and not touch you, not
want you. I didn't realize how hard." Taylor
kissed the tip of her lover's nose, loving the smile that came
with it.
It's okay to want like this, need like this. "I
wanted to tell you too, but I didn't want to scare you with this
being your first real relationship and all," Cory
added.
The admin gave her lover a crooked smirk. "Mmm, thank
you, but it's yours too."
Cory raised an eyebrow in perfect imitation and chuckled,
"So it is."
Taylor pulled her close. Calves rubbed and hands
searched. "So what does this mean?"
It means that I'll never be able to keep my hands off you now.
"It means that we may have crossed a line that
we shouldn't have."
The brunette closed her eyes in silent agreement. I wish
I had the willpower to stop this, but I don't regret it now that
its happened. "You don't think we'll be able to
stop even with our jobs at stake?"
The blonde caseworker shrugged, feeling guilt drop on her
shoulders. "I don't know. It's a
possibility." She was silent for a moment before
asking in a small insecure voice. "Are you sorry it
happened? I mean, I wanted you so much. I just
couldn't hold it, especially after I came in here."
Taylor's answer was immediate. "I could never regret
making love to you." I might as well be honest
with her. "If what we did today needs damage
control or if it's too late for that. My job is really
nothing compared to you. I know your parents are here, but
we can always just move away, lay low,and start
again." The older woman reached to push a damp bang
away.
Relief coursed through her at the admin's answer, but the
addendum gave her pause. Cory grabbed the brunette's hand
and linked their fingers. "Maybe, but what about my
family?"
Taylor squeezed the appendage in hers. "Hold on. This
talk could be premature anyway. I was just letting you know
what I was prepared to do. Much as I would like to stay
here half naked with you, we need to get dressed and see where we
have to go from here."
The blonde searched the face above hers. "Yeah, you're
right." She accepted the admin's hand and got
up. Getting clear view of the brunette's state of
dress--the rumpled shirt, the damp, slightly mussed hair, and the
rosy, flushed cheeks and swollen lips, Cory's eyes gleamed with
the humor of the situation. "I don't know
though," she chortled, "Right now, you're the poster
child for hot sex in the office. I hope you've at least got
a brush or something in your desk."
Taylor smirked then turned to pick up her clothes.
"Well, good thing these are wrinkle-free khakis. The
shirt, I'll just have to deal with, but you, Ms. You're
gonna walk out there with that freshly fucked look while I get to
stay in here." Dark brows wriggled.
The caseworker pursed her lips and canted her head to the side.
"Well, yeah there is that, but remember Shelley will come in
here sooner or later, and not the one in your head!"
Heading back toward the desk now fully dressed, Taylor threw the
blonde her clothes. "Smart ass, but you do have a
point. Still, I don't have to go out until Cheryl gets
here."
"Oh yeah, there's that too." Cory smiled
teasingly, enjoying the easy banter between them.
"Mmm hmm, and it's a good thing that I keep a brush and
compact in my desk, and I'm sure you remember the lipstick."
"Uh huh, prepared are we?" Cory took a deep wiff
of the air. "Got any air freshener?" She
looked away and pulled on her own clothes.
A sable brow arched upward, "Wha. . ."
"You know for the ode de sex?" The
blonde added with a wicked grin.
Pale eyes squinted. "You're enjoying this aren't
you?"
Affronted, Cory walked up and leaned over the desk and the woman
behind it. "Well. . .yeah! Aren't
you?" She asked huskily.
Taylor swallowed then cleared her throat as she peered into the
gaping shirt at the blonde's cleavage. I bet they feel
neglected, but things were so hot. "Uh."
Thoroughly enjoying herself, Cory knew exactly where those
beautiful eyes were riveted. "Unh uh, my eyes are up
here." With a finger at chest level, she wagged then
curled it in a come hither motion and pointed toward her eyes.
Looking sheepish, Taylor met her lover's eyes. "Uhm,
sorry. I neglected them earlier. Just wanted to make
sure they weren't mad."
Cory threw back her head and laughed. "You're
incorrigible. You know that?"
The smile turned from sheepish to lecherous. "Unh
huh." Knowing the desk by heart, she reached blindly
for the brush and other items. They adjusted their
appearance in a silence that consisted of teasing glares and
smiles.
The caseworker glanced at the adjoining door. Oh, no.
"Hey," Cory interrupted, "Do you
think Shelly heard us?"
"Uhm, no. I don't think even you can be that
loud. She won't be back till after lunch if at all.
Sprung a dentist appointment on me."
"Okay, well there's hardly anybody out there. Most are
out on calls and others have desks further up front. I
think we may be home free," the caseworker added.
"Uhm could be. I could walk you out and toward the
coffee island and see if they're looking at us funny?"
Cory waved the idea away. "No, I'll be fine. I'm
just worried that we won't be able to control this. You got
any ideas?"
"Don't know. Become a man?" The admin deadpanned.
The blonde peered at her lover through narrowed eyes.
"You're a nut."
"Uh huh, but seriously, we'll just have to see. Maybe
this one time was enough to scare us both straight so to
speak."
"Mmm. Well, at least I think that I can concentrate
now."
"Well, bully for you."
Cory leaned over the desk again and grabbed the admin by the
lapel, pulling her forward. "No love. Bully for
you." She whispered as their lips met in a lingering
kiss. Cory drew back and licked her lips. Ohh, can
never get enough of that. "Guess I have to go out
and face the masses now," she added
breathlessly. "If you hear me yelling, come back me
up?"
Still peering at wet lips, Taylor answered, "In a hot
minute."
The blonde smoothed down the material of the admin's shirt then
patted a breast. "Good to know. I'd better get
out of here. I guess I'll see you again when the counselor
comes."
"Yeah, we're gonna take it to the meeting room, and she's
gonna use my office for any one-on-ones."
"Mmm, good girl. I'll see you then unless you need to
show me something else? Oh by the way, good idea about the
NASW thing." The blonde quipped with a smile.
"Now who's bad?"
Cory threw her hands up in mock surrender. "Okay, I'm
leaving!"
As the caseworker neared the door, Taylor called out to stop
her. She smiled on the inside. This is going to be
fun. "Hey, hold on. The phone might
ring."
The blonde turned and walked back toward the desk. Her brow
scrunched in confusion. "Huh?"
"You know! You're mother's gonna call. She
always does after we. . .well you know." Taylor's
smile was slow and full.
Cory huffed and rolled her eyes. "See, now I'm really
leaving. Something's definitely wrong with you!"
Exasperated but smiling at the joke, the younger woman turned and
headed for the locked door.
Chuckling and unable to stop the playful streak, Taylor called
out again, "Hey, Bunchee?"
Cory spun around with snapping eyes and hands already on
hips. "What?!" I swear if I didn't love
her so much and if she wasn't so cute when she's playing. . .
Oh, this is gonna get her! "I love
you," the admin muttered softly.
The blonde melted and her eyes softened to a green glow as her
heart crashed against her chest. It happens every time
she says it. Why should I be surprised now?
With a gentle, almost shy smile, Taylor watched and waited for
Cory to fly back into her body.
Unable to stop the flush that crept up her neck, Cory smiled full
out at the admin's soft admission. "I love you too,
Tay." She pressed a couple of fingers to her lips and
threw her lover a kiss as she unlocked and stepped out the door.
Who knew the day was going to take such an interesting turn?
Walking on air, Cory headed for the coffee island and
carefully studied the faces of the few caseworkers that were
present. There were no whispers; no wide-eyed stares; and
no looks of disgust. Looks like we got away with this
one. The professional in her cringed at the thought,
but the woman contemplated the next time.
This installment is to be
concluded in Chapter LXVIII: Hey Jelousy. I
really hoped you enjoyed it, and I know it's been a long time
coming. Let me know what you think at Minerva.
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