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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- The Promise by stardust_memories (address withheld) *** Two female office workers begin an affair that leads to swinging and experiments with sex. (FF, ws, 1st-lesbian expr, work) *** I had worked at Laramie and Hastings Law Offices for a little over two years when I discovered the dark side of myself. Being a two-girl office as it is, my desk faces my office mate Norma, our desks pushed front to front to take up as small a space as possible. Since Mr. Laramie and his partner Norman Hastings are quite active in their civil law practice, Norma and I are very often left alone in the office while they are in court. Aged thirty-two and divorced for some four years, Norma is a bit on the heavy side in stature. She is what’s commonly known as a BBW in computer shorthand, a shorthand that both she and I are very familiar with due to the fact that whenever our bosses are in court we often giggle together as we surf the internet. Although quite attractive in the face with her tawny blonde hair and pale blue eyes, Norma could well afford to lose some forty pounds or so. She is several inches past being “pleasantly plump”. But as they say, she has a great personality. As for me, I am thirty-seven and have been married to my husband Jason for the past fifteen years. We have two children a son fifteen and a daughter of seventeen… Kevin and Megan respectively. My husband Jason is a department manager at a local Sears’s store and has been there since before we were married. I am a brunette, rather tall (almost 5’9”) with greenish blue eyes, and even after two kids I can still manage to turn a few heads when I walk into a restaurant. Although actually a bit on the slender side, I have great legs and breasts that haven't given up the fight against the pull of gravity as yet. (I suppose that is enough basic information, but not being a professional writer, I don’t know if I should include more information or not. If I think of something that might be pertinent to this story as I write it, I will add it as I go along.) I suppose the story really begins one rainy August day last year. It was a Tuesday afternoon and the guys had been in court all day. Ken had called and told us that he and Mr. Hastings were going straight home after court and that we should lock up whenever we wanted to. Since it was only two-thirty in the afternoon and neither Norma nor I had any reason to go home so early, we decided to do a bit of Internet surfing again. I had scooted my chair around the desks so that we were seated side by side in front of her computer. We visited several sites and chat rooms that we had visited before, then somehow Norma entered us into a porn site where the first picture that popped up was of two women, one slender and the other a BBW. It was a very graphic picture that depicted the two women completely naked, the heavier one on her stomach on a bed while the more slender woman was kneeling behind her, fucking her with obvious relish using some sort of strap-on dildo. It surprised and shocked us both a little, even though we had seen numerous hardcore pics before when we were playing around on the computer. It was Norma that stated the obvious first. “Damn…those two women look a little like us,” she said, giggling nervously. Then out of a clear blue sky came the shocker! “I wish it WAS us, Maggie!” (Oh yeah…my name is Margaret…Maggie for short.) I remember my stomach turning a somersault as I realized what she had said. My first instinct was to get up and run like hell! But instead, I tried to make a joke out of it! “No problem…lie down on the desk and we’ll get to it, babe!” I laughed nervously. “But I guess I’ll have to figure out a way to tie the stapler to my crotch!” Quietly, she reached up to shut down the computer. As I started to roll my chair away, she grabbed the back of the chair to stop me. “Please don’t be mad at me, Maggie. It’s just that I’m so frustrated lately I guess. I haven’t had a date for so long I can’t even remember when the last time was. Hey…it ain’t easy for fat and ugly broads like me to talk some guy into hopping into their beds, you know?” “You’re not ugly and fat,” I said quickly. “You’re a darned good looking woman, Norma! Maybe you could lose a little weight, but any guy would be lucky to have you in his bed!” I took a deep breath. “I’m not mad at you, honest I’m not! And I can understand why you might be frustrated…sexually. But…gee…I would never have thought that you might want to have sex with another woman.” (Of course Jason has thought about it… he would love to see me making out with another woman …one of his favorite fantasies) “I know…and I understand. I shouldn’t have said anything like that Maggie! I honestly don’t know what’s come over me lately. I look at you sitting across from me and I start imagining things. But the strange part is that I’m not a lesbian. At least I don’t think I am! I’ve never had any sort of sexual thing with another woman! But sometimes when I’m laying in bed, I think about you and then I start to…well…you know what I mean.” It was at that precise point in time that she lay her hand on my knee. I could actually feel her hand trembling as if prepared to jerk away at the slightest sign of resistance. It seemed like a million things spun around in my head in the space of a few seconds. Confusion and fear, hesitancy and curiosity. Hardly aware I was doing it, I twisted my chair around so that I sat facing her, then slowly and deliberately spread my knees wide apart as I leaned forward and gently kissed her on the lips. I heard her tiny gasp of surprise, then her tongue darted between my lips as her hand moved up my leg and under my skirt. It was my turn to gasp as her fingers touched the crotch of my pantyhose. Tearing my mouth away from hers, I looked into her eyes, eyes that were clouded and glazed now. “We should lock the door,” I said, astonished at how calm my voice sounded. I rose from my chair and moved to the door, my legs feeling like sticks of wood, fingers trembling as I turned the deadbolt on the door. Norma just sat there staring at me with stunned expression as I lifted my skirt about my waist and skimmed panties and pantyhose down my legs in one fluid motion. Pulling one foot free, I moved to stand in front of her again, straddling her legs with my own. Putting my hands on her head, I arched my back and pulled her head forward until her face was pressed into the hollow of my crotch. She slid from her chair to her knees on the carpeted floor and I perched myself on the edge of her desk as I felt the touch of her tongue licking me. My husband has performed cunnilingus on me any number of times, but never has he made me feel like Norma’s tongue was making me feel. I literally had her head clutched in my hands as I ground my pussy against her mouth as if I was fucking her face. It was only seconds before an intense orgasm shook my body, causing me to squirt as small amount of urine against her tongue. But she simply continued licking and sucking at my pussy as though completely unaware of what I had done. Then I groaned as a second orgasm caused my insides to convulse and the swollen nub of my clitoris grew sensitive to the point of pain as she tongued it greedily. Using my hands, I pushed her face away from my crotch. “No more,” I gasped, “…no more…it hurts!” Still on her knees on the floor, Norma looked up at me, her eyes shining now and her entire face glistening with my bodily fluids. “You made me come,” she said softly, a single tear leaving a silvery trail as it slid down her cheek. “I didn’t even touch myself and you made me come. Thank you.” A surge of affection for this lonely, overweight woman washed over me. “You made me come too,” I smiled down at her. “Twice!” Awkwardly then, like a lumbering bear waking from a long winter’s nap, she managed to pull herself to her feet. Dropping into her chair, she watched as I slid from the edge of the desk and stood up. Reaching down to pick up my panties and pantyhose, I touched my fingers to the side of her cheek. “You are the one that needs to be thanked, Norma. You were wonderful!” End of Chapter One * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 27