She’d never had Sapphic desires before, but when the new girl started, everything changed.
When Sammi joined the magazine I worked for, it was lust at first sight. I’d never done anything with a woman before, but something about her made my previously-hidden Sapphic side leap to the fore. Maybe it was her body; curvy and feminine, a contrast to my own boyish figure. Perhaps it was her confidence: even though she was new, she showed no nervousness about introducing her ideas at the features meeting on her first day. Or it could have been her confession in that very meeting that she’d ‘had a woman or two’, and maybe we should write about bi-curiousity. I’d never met anyone who’d publicly admit to having lesbian sex before – at least not without being very drunk – but Sammi was so unashamed about it that even the editor, who usually looked on sex features disdainfully, didn’t bat an eyelid.
After the meeting, I decided to take Sammi under my wing. I’m usually nice to new people at work so it wasn’t exactly out of character, although for some reason I found myself blushing as I asked her if she wanted someone to show her the ropes. I was convinced that she could see straight through me when she looked at me with her bright blue eyes – the thoughts racing through my mind were so vivid that I couldn’t see how I could possibly hide them.
I lingered as I showed Sammi around the office, enjoying her company and laughing at her jokes just a little too loudly. When lunchtime rolled around, I invited her to the local wine bar. Over tapas, we discovered we had a lot in common; both of us were from small towns, working-class girls made good who had started in newspapers and hidden our magazine addiction for years while we worked our way up. We’d both subsequently felt grateful to be allowed to fill their glossy pages. So with all the girly bonding, I felt like I had a new friend by the time we headed back to the office. And I knew she felt the same way when she asked me to join her for lunch again the next day. Before I knew it, we’d spent every lunchtime that week together and it was time for her welcome drinks – an office tradition on the Friday after a new person’s arrival.
It’s fair to say that we got rather tipsy that night. The boss was in a generous mood because our new subscription figures had come through and were higher than expected. But even though the drink was flowing freely, I was still shocked to find Sammi and myself kissing – God knows how that happened – as we waited for a cab together at the end of the night. And I was even more shocked at my reaction. It felt amazing – her lips were so much softer than any man’s and she smelt so sweet and clean. When she ran her hand over my bum to pull me closer to her, I felt a rush of wetness, and I clearly had a similar effect on her because she asked to meet me on Sunday. I was nervous about having a date with a woman, and knew it was unprofessional to date a colleague … but hey, some things are more important than work.
By Sunday morning, my nerves were jangling at the thought of my first date with a woman. I didn’t know quite what to expect but I still spent all morning getting ready. I thought the subtle look was best. A white T-shirt with no bra so that my nipples were almost visible, teamed with a pair of skinny jeans and a parka. I arrived at the coffee shop five minutes late, not knowing whether she’d turn up, part of me thinking that it might be better that way, but more of me hoping that she’d meant what she said. I didn’t need to worry. As I walked through the door, I saw Sammi sitting there already, sipping on a cappuccino and looking stunning in a simple summer dress.
Sammi stood up and kissed me hello. It might’ve have looked like an innocent air-kiss but it reminded me of the Friday night and I felt a tingle run through me.
“Coffee?” she asked.
The last thing I needed was something that would make me more jittery. All I could think about was what was going to happen later but I thought it would be a bit forward to say, “No, I want to take you home and get you into bed,” so I went for a cup of tea instead.
I didn’t know what to say at first but when I asked her what she’d thought of her first week at work and she squeezed my hand, saying, “It had its benefits”, I caught the sexy glint in her eyes. God, I wanted her so much. I squeezed her hand back, then trailed my fingernail gently down up her arm, pleased to see she could barely contain a shudder of lust.
“So, did you enjoy the other night?” I asked.
“Oh yes, I’ve been thinking about it – in detail – ever since…”
The implication was clear. The thought of her masturbating over me made me seriously horny. She must have noticed my nipples harden under my top, because she moved a hand onto my thigh, under the table and began to stroke me. When she gulped back her coffee in a couple of swigs and suggested we went back to hers to watch a film, I eagerly agreed.
Ten minutes later we were in her front room. The airy room was dominated by a huge antique book case. The TV was a flatscreen, and the sofa was dark red with deep and squashy cushions.
“This do?” She brought up the Cruel Intentions on Netflix. I remembered the lesbian kissing scene in the film and hoped that’s why she’d picked it. She pressed play and sat next to me on the sofa.
I leaned against her and she idly stroked my hair. I rested my hand on her thigh and she shuffled down so that we were curled up together. As the film progressed, we were lazily stroking each other, enjoying the slow build up. When it got to the kissing scene, we both had the same thought and met in a long, slow kiss. Her full lips parted and I slipped my tongue into her mouth, loving the feeling; the lack of stubble, the softness of her skin and gentle teasing of her tongue.
She pulled my T-shirt over my head and ran her hands down my torso, skimming over my nipples and making me groan. I pushed her dress up and slipped it off, leaving her in nothing but a pair of boy shorts that emphasised the beauty of her pert arse. I could smell her muskiness already.
She ducked down and took one of my nipples in her mouth, pinching the other one between finger and thumb. I leaned back and pulled her on top of me. She continued to kiss my breasts, alternating between soft stroking, tonguing and pinches that got harder as I groaned with lust. As she started to kiss down my torso, my clit twitched. I knew what was coming and I wanted it badly.
“Do you mind?” she asked, gesturing at my jeans. I slid them off to reveal my black silk knickers.
“You’re beautiful.” The admiration in her eyes turned me on even more.
She carried on kissing her slow trail down my body, stroking my thighs and kissing my stomach, working her way down to my ankles then kissing a teasing trail up my thighs. I was dripping by now.
After what seemed like an age, she slid my knickers off to lap at my clit. I felt dizzy with pleasure and when I looked down to see her beautiful face buried between my thighs, I almost came from the view alone.
Her tongue moved lower and I felt her lick my juices out of me, her hand moving to my clit to rub it at the same time. My muscles were twitching and I knew I was going to come soon but I wanted to hold back for as long as I could, loving the sensation of her soft tongue lapping me, her slim fingers rubbing my clit skilfully. When she thrust two fingers inside me, I couldn’t help it and came hard around her, loving the way she licked furiously, trying to taste as much of me as she could.
When I eventually stopped coming, she worked her way back up my body and kissed me so that I could taste myself on her lips.
“I want to taste you,” I begged.
“Plenty of time for that later. You’re not going anywhere, are you?” she said. “Why don’t we go and have a bath together first?”
As I followed her up the stairs, eyes fixed on that beautiful derriere, I had a strong suspicion we’d both be late for work in the morning.
