RINGMASTER CH. 13: LATE DATE NIGHTS

      

"And so this is how you jump," Lexi said, reaching over and gesturing to the X button. Regina stared blankly at the controller in her hand before pressing down on the button. Her character on screen did a small hop and let out a little grunt as she landed on the ground. "Great job!" She gave a small little peck on Regina's cheek.

"Okay, so that's how I jump, but how do I do anything else?" Regina said, turning the controller around in her hand, seeing if there was anything that she was missing. She barely seemed to understand how this small thing was even doing anything to the person on-screen. "So, this thing controls them?"

"Yep," Lexi said with a smile. "Cause, you know, it's the controller."

"Go on," Regina said, her interest piqued as soon as Lexi said that word. "Tell me more." Regina leaned over, not so subtly giving Lexi a deep view of her cleavage while also looking down Lexi's.

Lexi looked between Regina's mounds then reached over and guided her left thumb to the control stick. "So, this is how you move your character around. And if you use the right stick, you can move the camera around like this." She placed her finger on Regina's right thumb and moved the control stick around.

Regina, upon seeing this, immediately moved the camera between the character's legs. A small chuckle came from both her and Lexi as Regina took in the curves the developers gave her character. "I certainly like this angle."

"But, if you're at that angle, how are you going to see the puzzles?" Lexi asked, switching her gaze between the TV and Regina's cleavage.

"Puzzles? There are puzzles in this, uh, video game?" Regina asked, genuinely confused. "But, I don't see any jigsaw pieces anywhere."

Lexi chuckled and took the controller from Regina and moved the camera back to over the shoulder of the character. "No, see, you have to find a way to get out of this room." She pointed to various parts of the room. "See how these all sort of come together? You just have to figure out how to get them to all work to get you out."

"Get out?" Regina said, laying back on Lexi's bed. "I'd rather get off, if you know what I mean." She gave Lexi a little wink.

Lexi looked at her and smiled. "Well, if you want to get off the platform, you could try jumping to that ledge over there."

Regina sat up and looked back at Lexi, her eyes in her usual half-open stare. "That is not what I meant."

"Oh? What did you mean then?" Lexi asked.

Regina began to realize that her subtle flirting attempts were going a bit more over Lexi's head than she would have liked. Regina leaned in and gently ran her finger along Lexi's shoulder and collarbone. Lexi bit her lower lip, but a soft moan escaped from her lips. Seeing this positive reaction, Regina brought her finger even lower and traced small circles in Lexi's cleavage.

"Did you just want to play with my boobs?" Lexi asked between soft pants.

"Oh, I want to do so much more than just play with your bouncy bosoms," Regina said as she leaned in and planted a firm kiss on Lexi's lips. Lexi responded by pressing back into Regina and returning the gesture. She wrapped her hands around Regina's neck... and Regina could hear the sounds of the controller being played behind her back. "What the- Hey, you're still playing the game!"

"But this looks like a really interesting level! These keep coming out with new levels all the time. It's so cool." Lexi said as she turned her head to the screen. Regina rolled her eyes and was about to get up when Lexi reached one hand down and guided Regina's hand under her shirt.

"What are you doing?" Regina asked, confused by all the signals she was getting.

"I'm trying to figure out how to get this crate down here," Lexi said, her head turned to the TV and she fiddled around on her controller.

"I mean with this," Regina said as she gave Lexi's breast a squeeze. Lexi moaned a little and her back arched slightly, but she didn't turn her attention away from the TV.

Then, she paused it and turned to Regina, pulling her in for a firm kiss on the lips. "Look, I know this might sound weird. But, I don't mind the touching and stroking and rubbing and all that. I just want to play video games." She looked over towards the TV. "They've always been there for me, and they're super fun and I get to meet a lot of great people this way. Plus, they kinda pay for my rent, so they're pretty important."

Regina looked down, a little conflicted at this news. She hadn't quite felt this response before and she wasn't sure what to make of it. Lexi turned back and saw the change in Regina's expression. She guided Regina's hand again below her bra and gently moaned.

"Don't get me wrong. I still like sex. It still feels great, but, it's just not, you know, too high on my priority list, I guess." Lexi hoped that she hadn't offended Regina. "If you want to touch me, kiss me, lick me, whatever, then go right ahead." Lexi leaned in and gently licked the edges of Regina's mouth.

"So, I can do whatever I want to you?" Regina said, a sly smile drawing across her face.

"As long as I get to play my video games, you can do whatever you want to me." Lexi smiled as she saw Regina smile back at her. She reached for the controller and turned back to the screen, but not before nestling herself between Regina's legs and pressing her ass right up against Regina's crotch. She let out a little moan and leaned back into Regina.

"Let's have some fun, shall we?"

"We got two bogeys on the left!" Lexi said as she furiously flicked her control sticks trying to search the halls. She shifted in her seat, rubbing her ass against Regina's legs. She grunted softly as Regina's fingers worked her way around her boobs. "Come on team, where are you? I've got five Deadwalkers in Hallway C. Needing some backup!"

Regina couldn't help but chuckle a little at the strangeness coming from Lexi. She may have been a couple thousands of years old and yet the amusements of this modernity never seemed to end.

Lexi's head slowly rocked back a little as Regina's hands got a nice cup full of titty. "Team! Where's my support? They're barrelling down the west corridor fast!" Regina could hear little muffled voices from Lexi's headset, but she didn't care about them. All that mattered to Regina was getting to explore Lexi's body and seeing all the lovely and sexy reactions.

"Hey, how're you feeling?" Regina said as she leaned into Lexi's ear. Lexi didn't say anything, but she brought one hand down and scooped up Regina's hand. Gently, she ran her tongue along Regina's pointer finger and sucked on it softly before letting Regina's finger fall back onto her cleavage.

"We're gonna lose Objective 1 at this point! Come on!" Lexi was absolutely engrossed in her game. Still, that didn't stop a few stray moans from escaping her lips as Regina's fingers squeezed and rubbed Lexi's nipples. You wouldn't be able to tell from Lexi's face, but she was absolutely enjoying every second of Regina playing with her.

At first, she was concerned that Regina wouldn't enjoy this. Her previous girlfriends were really put off by Lexi's sex ambivalence, as she called it. She definitely found girls very attractive and loves having sex with them, but video games just always spoke more to her. If anything, she was always more afraid that her girlfriends would think that she's ignoring them, which she wasn't.

Regina dashed away Lexi's fears by gently nuzzling her face into the back of Lexi's neck. "You're just a little sex toy, aren't you, Lexi? You love being used like this, don't you?"

Lexi couldn't help herself this time as a soft moan let itself out. "Yes," she responded in a dream like state. "Ah! Wait, I mean no! That yes wasn't to you! No, I don't have this situation under control! I need backup!" Lexi's attention snapped back to her game as she continued to fight waves of enemies.

Regina couldn't help but chuckle at just how adorable Lexi was. And just how sexy this whole situation was. As long as she didn't block Lexi's vision or disrupt her hands, Regina could do whatever she wanted with her. For example, Regina reached down and lifted up Lexi by the ass and pulled her legs until Lexi was laying on her stomach. Almost instinctively, Lexi raised her ass up in the air. Not missing a beat, Regina pulled down Lexi's pants and was greeted to some lovely pink cotton panties.

"I could..." Regina pondered to herself as she stroked her hands along the curves of Lexi's cheeks. "I think I will." Regina bent down and ran her tongue along the fabric of Lexi's panties, relishing in the wonderful taste of cotton and Lexi's juices.

"Eeep!" Lexi squeaked at the sudden sensation. Sure, she had had oral done on her before, but usually they took her panties off. The weird sensation of the pressure and wetness of a tongue, yet the texture of her panties send a pleasurable shiver up her spine. "C-Come on team! Right side, what are you doing? What? N-No, I'm focused!"

Regina continued to rub her tongue against Lexi's snatch through the panties, soaking them with a combination of her saliva and Lexi's wetness. She squeezed Lexi's ass cheeks and pulled her in closer to her face, burying herself deep into Lexi's crotch.

Lexi had to take a few breaths, trying to control herself and focus on the game. "G-Guys, I'm getting overwhelmed here. I need some backup! Where's the objective at?" She bit her lower lip to hold back more moans as Regina licked faster and faster. Lexi could feel her breath getting heavier and more rapid.

Once Regina felt that Lexi's panties were sufficiently wet, she moved onto her next stage. She reached around and stuck her fingers in front of Lexi's mouth. Taking the hint, Lexi sucked on them idly while she continued to play her game. She wiggled her fingers a little bit, teasing Lexi's tongue before sliding them out. Then, she rubbed her fingers against Lexi's slit before thrusting a finger in, still through the panties.

Now that elicited a very audible gasp from Lexi at the sudden sensation. "Aaaaahhhh," Lexi moaned, letting herself give in to the pleasure for a few seconds before focusing back on her game. "Team! I have someone on my 6! Where are you? Wait, don't run that way!" Her breathing got even more rapid and she was hardly holding back any groans of pleasure. "D-Don't worry about those sounds. Focus on the game."

Regina's finger continued to thrust in and out, pushing the fabric of the panties deeper and deeper into Lexi's slit. Gently, she ran her tongue along Lexi's ass while going from one finger to two, then three. She could see Lexi's thighs trembling with pleasure as she kept increasing the sensations.

"C-Come on! Almost there! Just one team left!" Lexi said, though her hands were shaking from the pleasure. She was moaning directly into her headset and not caring. It was taking every fiber of her body to focus on the game. They were so close to a first place victory.

It was at this point that Regina now had three fingers knuckle deep into Lexi's pussy. Her hands moved at an almost inhuman speed in and out, sending waves of continuous pleasure through Lexi's body. Honestly, Regina was more impressed that Lexi was able to still focus on the game.

"Yes yes yes YES!" Lexi exclaimed as her screen showed off a first place win! She threw her hands up in celebration, which then tossed her controller and headset to the side of her bed. She pulled Regina's fingers out of her pussy, leaned back into her, and then stuck Regina's fingers back in, under the panties this time. "Heh heh heh, hey, I won," Lexi said to Regina in a dreamy state. "Give your winner a nice sexy prize." She leaned back and kissed the side of Regina's neck.

"Not an issue," Regina said as she feverishly thrusted her fingers deep into Lexi's soaking wet hole. Now that Lexi could give her full attention to Regina, her body could finally express how wonderful her fingers felt. How smooth and gentle they were, yet at the same time forceful and intense. Lexi moaned loudly as she reached back and wrapped her arms around Regina.

"Ahhh ahhhh aaaahhhh AAAAHHHH!" Lexi's body convulsed with pleasure as a powerful orgasm tore its way through all her muscles and nerves. Her pussy and her thighs clenched around Regina's fingers. She panted loudly as the pleasure washed over her, more intense than any that she had ever had before. Regina leaned over her and gently locked lips with her as she gently rubbed her thumb in circles on Lexi's clit. "That... was... amazing..."

Regina chuckled and planted another kiss on Lexi's lips. Lexi's eyes were filled with pleasure and lust. "You, darling, are amazing and so very sexy. And," she said as she flipped Lexi around, "I think it's time that you returned the favor." Slowly, she began to guide Lexi's head downwards. As she did, a thought crossed her mind.

I wonder how Maria's doing.

"Augh," I groaned as I scratched my head, trying to figure out what the next few pages should be. I rubbed my eyes and stared at the screen that held my script. I walked away from my desk and flopped down on the bed. "I'm never gonna finish this."

I turned and looked at the Reality Ring that sat on my finger, the silver glinting off the lights in my room. I mean, I could just make myself more capable of finishing this script and writing the best one ever to turn into a movie, but, was that right? I am a fantastic filmographer and I should be able to write an amazing piece on my own... So why can't I come up with anything?

I groaned again and looked over at my clock. It had been two hours since my last class and I had been working more on this. "Uggghhh." I groaned face-down into my mattress again. I was getting so burnt out. Not only that, but I could hear my stomach rumbling.

I needed to get something to eat, so I grabbed my phone and put on a nice jacket and was about to head out when the front door opened.

"Maria! I'm home!"

The sudden voice of Vanessa rang harmonies into my ears, bringing a wide smile to my face. She was wearing a soft fuzzy white sweater with very slimming jeans, and some heels that made gentle clicks. I went to go give her a warm hug, but since I was still feeling burnt out though, I just kinda limply threw myself into her. My cheeks were met with the squishy softness of her boobs.

"Hey Vanessa."

"Aww, what is wrong, γλυκιά μου?" I felt her gently stroke the back of my head, bringing me closer into her cleavage. Oh goddess, this was heavenly. Her mounds were holding me, gently holding me in place.

"Just struggling with my screenplay," I replied with a big hefty sigh. I managed to wrap my arms around her waist and pull myself deeper between her boobs.

"Well, if I know my Maria, then I know that she can do it."

Something about hearing her call me "my Maria" just set my heart aflutter. I tilted my head up and pulled her in for a firm kiss. We stood like that for a few moments before we finally released our lips.

"So, how about you take a break and enjoy the rest of your night?" She shut the door behind her and took off her shoes. She guided my hand over towards the couch and sat me down. "Oh, hey, where's Regina?"

"Um, last I saw, she was being taken by Lexi during lunch time," I said, thinking now about how strange it is that Regina hadn't been here for so long. "I guess she's still with her."

"Well, I hope she's having fun. Haven't gotten any messages from her yet," Vanessa said, looking at her phone. It was only then that I began to realize that Regina didn't exactly have a phone, so she couldn't text us. Nor did she know what our phone numbers were, so Regina likely couldn't even call or text us if she had Lexi's phone.

"I'm sure she's fine," I said, trying to reassure her. I leaned over and gave her another kiss, which she reciprocated back before breaking it off.

"Oh, we should get ready," Vanessa said, looking at her phone for the time.

"Ready? For what?" I asked, tilting my head in confusion.

"Our date night tonight, remember?" Vanessa said. "Danna and Summer are coming over soon to have dinner and watch a movie."

"Huh? Oh right!" I said, wondering about when this was planned. My mind reminded me of a little bit ago when I was so engrossed into my screenplay that I subconsciously must have answered my phone. Quickly, I looked down at my clothes and gently tugged at my hair. I don't think I looked too bad, but compared to the fashion sense of Vanessa, the rich style of Danna, and the mature air of Summer, I felt very inadequate. But, before I could rush to my room and change and prepare, there was a knock at the door.

"Ah, that must be them," Vanessa said, heading over to get the door.

She opened it and there was Danna, in a very lovely flower dress, and Summer in her usual suit style with several bags of food. They greeted each other by exchanging kisses, then walked over and shared the same greeting to me. I couldn't help but have a wide goofy grin on my face. Danna took a seat on the couch, sandwiching me between her and Vanessa while Summer headed towards the kitchen.

"Give me approximately half an hour," Summer said. "In the meantime, decide on a movie."

I looked over at Vanessa and then to Danna. "So, um, what movies did either of you want to watch?" Danna began to sign something, but then I realized that without Summer or Regina here, neither of us knew what she was saying. Danna seemed to have picked up on it too, so she typed something into her phone.

"So, Danna's a big fan of action and romance movies," Vanessa read. "Well, that's great. Though, I'm preferable to comedies and thrillers. Of course," Vanessa said while pulling my arm between her tits, "We have a resident movie buff here, and it'd be a real shame to waste her judgements, right?" Danna nodded in agreement and pressed her boobs against my other arm. "So, Maria, what movie should we watch?"

My head was swimming at the sensations of being the meat between two booby buns. "Uh, S-Summer! What kinds of movies do you like?"

Maybe there would be some common ground that I'd be able to get two out of three of them on. "I'm a big fan of horror and documentaries," Summer replied from the kitchen. "But, I trust your judgement, Maria. I'm fine with whatever."

Come on, Summer! I needed you, girl. Well, I certainly wasn't about to put on a horror movie or a documentary. Nothing against Summer, but they didn't really scream "date night" type of movie to me. A thriller also kind of sits in that same spot, so that was out. And we already would have plenty of romance between us, so that left action and comedy.

"How about an action comedy film then? Is that alright is everyone?" I asked, head still fuzzy from the softness on both sides of me.

"Completely fine with me, Maria," Vanessa said as she hugged my arm tighter. Danna nodded her head in agreement.

"Certainly not an issue," Summer said from the kitchen.

"Well, since we have some time until Summer's ready, what say we have a bit of fun?" Vanessa asked as she eyed me and Danna up. Danna responded by licking her lips and pulling Vanessa in for a smooch.

Watching the two of them make out, I could feel my face starting to turn a little red. Goddess, I still couldn't believe that all of this was happening. "G-Girl, let's not forget that Summer said she'd only be about half an hour. We don't want to- MMPH!" Before I could finish, Danna planted her lips onto mine.

The warmth of her lips flowed over me, soothing any tension that I might have had out of my muscles. Vanessa, meanwhile, wrapped my arm around her and just cuddled into my chest, covering my boob with gentle kisses.

Restrain yourself Maria! Come on! Don't just give in to the sweet, soft, tender, warm... wonderful... amazing...

I got lost in the bliss and warmth of these two as they kept swapping positions of making out with me and my boobs. The constant switching between Danna's gentle touch and Vanessa's passionate feel was almost too much for me. I would get a bit of reprieve when they decided to make out with each other, but that didn't last too long. It was only by sheer force of will and Summer finally bringing out dinner that I was able to resist fucking both of them right then and there on the couch.

LOVERS WITHOUT REALIZING IT

                               

What follows is based on a true story – the events described here really happened to two people that I know and love dearly, and who gave their permission for their story to be recorded. Their identities have been changed to protect their privacy.

This work is given freely to any who might enjoy it, though it should be credited properly to its author – that's only fair. If you shouldn't be reading adult material, don't read this. Otherwise, please enjoy.

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I groaned softly as I settled back at my desk, reaching down surreptitiously to massage one of my calves.

"Too many trips to the copier again, Jessica?" My boss asked me sympathetically on her way by with her third cup of coffee.

I heaved a deep sigh, starting to respond, but she was already back through her office door, letting it swing mostly closed as she settled in, sipping her coffee. I shook my head and shifted my massage to my sore feet. It certainly wasn't my fault they installed the copier on the far side of the floor – and it wasn't Diane's fault that she needed things copied a hundred times a day.

I'd been Diane's assistant for not quite a year, on my fifth attempt at finding a steady job in the field. My first boss had been a kindly older man, but his second heart attack had forced his retirement, and there'd been no other job open for me that wouldn't have required more sucking up than I was willing to do. My second boss had tried to convince me that assistants always worked until 3 a.m. Don't get me wrong – I don't mind long hours. I don't have a life for them to interfere with anyway. Still, if I wanted to work eighteen hour days seven days a week, I could have gone to law school – and then I wouldn't be holding down assistant jobs for crap pay and no benefits. The third and fourth jobs...well, the less said about those, the better.

Then I had come to Elsin and Associates, a tiny law firm that consisted of Diane Elsin and her partner, the elderly man whose practice she had taken over. He was near retirement, but apparently didn't like his wife all that much – so a young, ambitious lawyer who could take over his practice while not making him work too hard fit him like a glove.

Diane also had two paralegals who worked for her, but I rarely saw them much. They worked on another floor of the office building where the law firm had its offices, and we shared them with two other such firms, so I basically only knew them as names on interoffice mail envelopes.

Diane Elsin had made a reputation for herself as a trial lawyer in her late twenties and early thirties – now forty years old, she practiced mostly as a trial consultant to larger firms. She still cut quite an imposing figure on the rare occasions she actually went to a trial, though – tall, fit, blonde, long legs, cold blue eyes – she was the very image of a ruthless, bloodsucking lawyer.

I thought she was actually a pretty nice woman, myself – quiet and private about herself, but always composed, with a ready smile. She was also one of the few lawyers I'd met that didn't treat their assistants like slaves – she wasn't one of those fruity saccharine types either. When she asked you to call her Diane, it wasn't patronizing. When she asked you to get coffee for her, it was because she couldn't get it herself at the moment, being stuck on a conference call or coming in a bit late and needing to rush straight to a meeting.

Of course, by this point in my career with her, I'd barely gotten up the courage to call her anything at all. I'm what you'd call the shy type. Very petite from head to toe, short red hair, big green eyes, still far too many freckles across my nose for a girl of twenty-eight, and a body that I worked hard on but seemed capable of attracting attention only from married men a quarter-century older than me. The fact that I hadn't been on a date with a boy since middle school didn't help with that at all. I couldn't even take advantage of it, for crying out loud – I've known I was gay since I was sixteen, when I realized that my masturbatory fantasies hadn't involved a boy in quite some time and weren't likely to any time soon. It hadn't taken very many dates with women to seal things more or less in stone for me. I was lucky, though – I came out in college, my friends were supportive, my mom seemed relieved that I had finally figured it out, and my dad's reaction consisted of one piece of advice: "Just remember, honey, a woman can be just as much of a prick as any man." Thanks, Dad – not bad advice, though.

Diane, on the other hand, was divorced, though I knew little about her life in that respect. I'd heard something about a law professor, but she'd been divorced for years, and certainly didn't talk about her love life with me. She was one of those people who you'd finish telling your life story to and then realize she hasn't said a thing about herself.

So far, my time working for her had consisted entirely of variations on the exchange I just mentioned, though – basic pleasantries, small talk, and the like. We'd had a couple of very pleasant conversations over coffee and bagels, and she took me out to dinner a few times with the rest of the firm to celebrate a particularly big account, so I hesitantly considered us friends – or at least friendly co-workers.

"Jessica?"

I looked up immediately when she called my name, and got up – wincing again at the ache in my feet and ankles – to see what Diane wanted.

She looked up, her Bluetooth phone at her ear and her desk covered with paper. "Jess," she said, muting her phone again, "I can't find those contract copies they sent over last week."

I nodded. "They're filed, I'll get them." I stepped to the corner of her office where her master files were kept, quickly rifling through a couple of drawers. This wasn't unusual – Diane was a very good lawyer, but she preferred to do everything electronically – by email or scan. Paper documents just got in her way, and she had no patience for them. So I kept the files myself, so that she didn't have to worry about keeping track of documents she hated dealing with anyway.

It's funny, looking back – we'd never actually discussed that, but I'd just sort of done it that way without thinking, and she'd never questioned it. In hindsight, that probably should have told me something.

I pulled the file she was looking for, slipping it onto the desk.

"Yes," Diane was saying into the phone, "I've got them right here." She gave me a grateful look. "Yes, you were saying – about the land agreements?" She glanced up at me, and I nodded, flipping the file open and paging to the document she needed. Another thing I did without ever having been asked.

I stayed there for the rest of the call, flipping to this page or that as I tried to follow half a conversation – I'd gotten pretty good at it. Finally, Diane disconnected the call and rolled her eyes.

"Idiot," she muttered. She shook her head, looking at the large crystal clock on her desk. "I've got a meeting in just a few minutes – make sure I'm not disturbed, okay?"

"No problem," I assured her, re-closing the file and returning it to its drawer, slipping out of the office and closing the door behind me.

This was also common. A few times a week, clients – or prospective clients – would come by. Diane's practice depended on these meetings – basically, they were sales pitches. Thus, especially after a call like the one she'd just finished, talking to some annoying mouthpiece somewhere, she'd take a few minutes to relax and get herself together before the meeting, so that she could go in and blow their socks off with the Elsin legal machine. In other words, to make herself look so frighteningly competent and ruthless that the clients just wouldn't be able to imagine winning without her – and more importantly, unable to imagine losing with her.

Believe me, it worked – I'd sat in on a few of these meetings. I wouldn't be surprised if quite a few of her clients didn't hire her just to make absolutely sure their opponents couldn't.

I went back to my desk, sinking gratefully back down into my chair – a large, comfortable, swiveling and tilting thing. Diane spared no expense on the office furniture, something I appreciated greatly after years of being the assistant in the "ergonomic" chair that made me feel like I was ninety years old when I went home at the end of the day.

These quiet times that Diane spent before meetings were private – I'd always stop calls going to her phone, and make anyone who showed up to see her wait. Her office had no windows, not even in the door, and she never talked about it, so I never knew what she did to compose herself for a meeting.

No doubt, had I thought about it, I might have guessed. One of my friends from college became a surgeon – according to him, it's much more common than most people think. Diane did the same thing that any number of surgeons, pilots, athletes, performers, and other high-stress professionals do to relax when they really need to be steady and relaxed – she got herself off. The surge of endorphins and other positive mood-affecting things that orgasm creates are more effective for calm and focus than just about any manmade drug could ever be – and cheaper, too.

So, this particular day is the day that the inevitable finally happened. A faulty latch on her office door, of all things, changed my life. I heard a slight click, and saw her door inch open, as happens with latches that don't quite fit right anymore. My desk sits just outside her door in our little corner of the floor, so I saw it immediately. Without thinking, I got up to close the door again, and, quite by accident – I swear – glanced in through the two-inch-wide crack of open doorway.

My composed, oh-so-private boss had her chair swiveled sideways and leaned back, one of her long legs up on the desk, and her hand under her skirt. Her head was thrown back, her eyes closed, and her lips slightly parted. If it hadn't been for the visible movement of her hand between her legs – and the death grip her other hand had on the arm of her chair – I might have thought she was asleep.

Now, before anyone judges me prematurely, I did exactly what any good assistant would do. I set a world record for the slowest, quietest closing of a door in the history of mankind, and crept back to my desk, where I sat perfectly still, waiting to see if I woke up. If it hadn't been for my eyes being open wide enough to actually roll out of my head if I'd so much as sneezed, no one walking by would think anything odd had just happened.

Two minutes later, Diane left her office and went to the meeting – head to toe a calm, confident lawyer. Fortunately for me, she didn't look at me as she went – I hadn't managed to get my eyes back to their normal size yet. After a lot of thought, I realized nothing was changed. She obviously hadn't seen me, and nobody else had to know. I could pretend it hadn't happened. All right, so I was naïve.

Days when Diane had meetings took on a whole different perspective for me. She'd close her door for her private time a little before that day's meeting, and I'd suddenly find myself totally incapable of concentrating on anything. I carefully kept from thinking about what she was doing – if I thought about it, I pictured it, and that certainly didn't help.

For the most part, it wasn't even that I was aroused by the whole idea – mostly, I was confused. I'd certainly never felt any particular attraction for Diane. I thought she was gorgeous, of course, but given her history of being straight and her general private attitude – and her being my boss – I'd never looked at her through that particular lens. Slowly, over the weeks that followed, I found ways to excuse thinking about it. I mean, like any single girl, I needed my relaxation too, and since I hadn't had a relationship in a couple of years I can certainly be forgiven if my mind happened to fix on the only sex-related thing to happen to me in a while. If what I saw happened to pop into my head when I was taking care of myself – usually near the end – that's only natural, since my brain had to be seeking any clear image to focus on. This made perfect sense to me, and I resolved not to feel badly about it.

I realized I was in trouble about two months after my accidental spying, when I realized that I had been sitting at my desk, waiting for Diane to come out for a meeting, and had been contemplating ways I might tamper with the door handle to get it to pop open again. I stared at it, willing the door to slip open, and give me just one more glimpse. I told myself that I just needed to see it once more, and that would satisfy the curiosity that had been raging in me.

Finally, after Diane had left for a meeting one day, I went into her office to file some things, and caught sight of something light-colored under her desk. Of course, thinking like the idiot I was that there were some papers that had slipped off the desk, I knelt down to get them – and found myself holding a pair of lacy white panties. Even that might not have been enough to doom me – but then a fragrance caught my nose. A fragrance I had not experienced in far, far too long. I could smell Diane on those panties, and that sensory addition to the image in my head sent a quiver through my breast – and parts beyond – that I hadn't felt in a long, long, time.

The panties were halfway into my pocket before I realized that Diane would probably look for them later. I replaced them under the desk, slunk back out to my own desk, and wondered how long it would take to get the delicious, softly musky-sweet smell of her out of my nose. That night, I found some of the strongest, spiciest food I could at a takeout place and breathed so deep I half-wondered if I were trying to actually scour my sinuses completely down to the bone. After that, I tried to erase the whole thing from my mind – and might have been able to, if not for our upstairs neighbors.

One day, Diane had a meeting scheduled with a huge client – a major downtown firm, the sort that could be a cash cow for our little firm for years, if we made the right first impression and nailed the first job they gave us. Diane had been stressing the meeting for two weeks – she'd been as short-tempered as I'd ever seen her. Her emails to the paralegals got more and more demanding and frustrated, and she wasn't talking to anyone. To top it all off, on the day of the meeting where we expected to be hired – or not – the offices above ours were remodeling their offices. Saws, drills, hammers – you name it.

I was sitting at my desk. The meeting was in five minutes. Diane hadn't come out of her office, and I was worried. I hadn't put two and two together, or anything – don't worry, nowhere in this story is anyone going to accuse me of being terribly perceptive – but I thought that maybe she had fallen asleep...afterwards. That's happened to me several times, so I know how easy it is to drift off after a well-needed orgasm.

I'll never know what I hoped, subconsciously, might be going on, but before I could think, I was up, and knocked lightly on her office door. There was no answer.

I knocked again, slightly harder – still no answer.

So, yes, thinking that I could explain it away if I caught her asleep with her hand up her skirt – or die of embarrassment, whichever – I opened the door.

Diane wasn't asleep. Fortunately for me, she had her eyes closed, and she wasn't listening for the door to open. She was leaned back in her chair, her leg on the desk like before, her hand working furiously. Her head was back, her eyes closed – but her expression wasn't the dreamy look of a woman who has just had an orgasm, or even the straining look of a woman who's very close to one. It was the frustrated, desperate look of a woman who simply cannot quite get there.

I stared at her, thoughts I'll never remember racing through my head – and then the power saw on the floor above screamed again, and she actually groaned in frustration, shaking her head. I realized the problem immediately, having been there many times myself, and my mind slammed into one of those walls that we are all sometimes presented with in our lives.

I had two choices, and just two. If I did the ethical, professional thing and left her alone, I kept my job safe – but we risked losing a huge account, the kind of blow to a reputation from which lawyers sometimes don't recover. Nobody wants to hire the consultant that the big boys didn't think was good enough. If Diane went into that meeting stressed, tired, angry – and now sexually frustrated – and tried to impress a dozen or so veteran male lawyers...

One choice was good for me. One might be good for her. Again, it was probably one of those hints that I chose the one that was good for her and potentially disastrous for me, but...oh well. My brain, I fully admit, was turned off. Diane was the best boss I had ever had, and I dared to think of her as a friend. I had to help her – and I only knew one way to do that.

I walked into her office, closed the door very softly, walked around her desk – and before she even knew I was there, I knelt down, carefully not touching her, leaned in, and just ran my tongue over and between her desperately moving fingers.

I have no doubt that, had she not been as close as she was, as desperate as she was, or as frustrated as she was, I would have either been kicked in the face, fired, arrested, sued, or all of the above. However, Diane was way too close for that. Her fingers, like the rest of her, froze at the first touch of my tongue, in shock – but I didn't waste any time. The flat of my tongue pushed her fingers aside, stroked over her clit, and started to flutter – that was all it took. What her fingers could not accomplish, thanks to stress and a power saw, my warm, wet, soft tongue, combined with surprise, managed beautifully.

Her frozen shock turned directly into rigidity, and her body locked up tight. I felt her spasm, heard a deep gasp, and then my mouth was flooded with the sweet, tangy taste of her. Her breathing stopped for a good fifteen seconds as the spasms continued, and then she went limp with a sigh of suddenly released breath.

I licked her gently through her orgasm, and stopped when she relaxed. I leaned back on my knees, glancing up at her face – I'll never know how I had the courage to do that.

Her head was still back, but her eyes were wide open, staring straight up at the ceiling. Her lips were parted, her breathing still shaky. She slowly raised her head to look at me, and those cold blue eyes were wide with shock, her face still flushed from her orgasm.

I couldn't bear to meet that gaze, so I licked my lips clean, stood up – without touching her – and walked out of her office, opening the door and closing it behind me as though nothing at all had happened.

I knew two things for sure at that point – I would need a new job, and I would never forget what she tasted like.

Two minutes later, exactly the time at which the meeting was scheduled to start, Diane opened her door and walked past me without a glance, striding off to the meeting.

I figured I now had until the meeting ended to pack up my things and run for my life, but I couldn't make myself move. Belatedly, I thought about the pussy that I had just licked, my mind whirling to process the sensory data, since I had not gotten a clear look, as absurd as that seemed. Soft, downy blonde hair, trimmed pleasantly close. Velvety soft, warm skin. That sweetly tangy scent that I knew would haunt my dreams. A taste that made me want nothing more in the world than one more lick.

I sat there dumbly, reliving the experience over and over in my head, wishing I had an office with a door, for a long time, unable to move or think clearly. My thoughts waffled constantly between shock at what I had just done, fear of my career ending, and an arousal that had me throbbing and squirming in my chair.