by Ana Vela
Victoria’s fingers were warm against her bare skin, pressing along the length of her collarbone and massaging down over her upper chest. When Victoria’ soft fingertips began brushing over the upper swells of Anastasia’s breasts, the younger girl again went rigid. Victoria didn’t stop. “Shhh,” she murmured into Anastasia’s ear.
Her stroking hands moved lower, splaying wide over Anastasia’s bra-covered tits. Anastasia froze, stiff as a board, unsure what to do. Her breath was caught in her throat like a wad of cotton. The touch of the other woman’s hands felt good, she couldn’t deny that. But strange. And she didn’t know what to do. She liked Victoria, genuinely, and thought they could be good friends. The older woman also knew a great deal about the company and the people who worked here. Rebuffing her could be disastrous.
“Relax, baby bird. You’re so tense. Let me make you feel better. It’ll be good for you,” Victoria purred in her ear. Her slender fingers plucked at the hard buds of Anastasia’s nipples, twisting and rolling them. The touch sent sharp arrows of pleasure straight to Anastasia’s clit. Her pussy began to throb and grow slick.
‘It’ll be good for you’, Victoria said. Anastasia thought that was true. Not just the sensations either. It would be good for her to have someone like Victoria on her side. She relaxed back, her head sinking into the valley between the older woman’s generous breasts. Victoria made a soft humming noise in her throat, increasing the pressure of her fingers on Anastasia’s nipples.
Anastasia’s breath was coming quick as Victoria manipulated her nipples and kneaded her breasts. Her pussy pulsed, spikes of pleasure striking her throbbing clit with every squeeze of the older woman’s hands. Anastasia moaned, her hips twitching. She pressed her thighs together, her own hands clenching hard on the chair’s arms as the tingling, pulsing feeling built within her. She flexed her hips, squeezing her thighs, needing more friction against her swollen clit.
Victoria didn’t speak again as she continued to play with Anastasia’s tits. Her breathing was slow and even in Anastasia’s ear as she watched the younger girl squirm and writhe in her chair from over her shoulder. Anastasia panted, pressing herself into Victoria’s hands and humping her tingling pussy against the chair. When all her shifting finally tugged the fabric of her panties hard against her clit, the added pressure sent her over the edge.
Anastasia bit her lip hard to keep from crying out as she came, aware of where she was. Her grip on the chair arms was white-knuckled as she bucked, warm, pulsing waves of pleasure washing through her. It was a small orgasm, just enough to take the edge off the stunningly sudden arousal the other woman had conjured in her. But it was still sweet and delicious. When she was done, she sagged in the chair, feeling boneless and euphoric.
Victoria withdrew her hands, straightening and patting Anastasia’s shoulder gently. “There. Now you’ll have a much better day. That much tension isn’t good for you, Kat.” She sashayed toward the door, the only sign that the encounter had any effect on her at all where the points of her nipples poking through her shirt. She grinned amicably at Anastasia. “Now, I’m going to go talk to Frank about cutting you some slack. See you at lunch? A bunch of us are going to The Exchange, but I promise... no cocktails!”
Anastasia nodded wordlessly, cheeks flushed, body languid, unable to speak. Victoria’s dimple flashed. “Great! See you then!”
Anastasia stared at the closed door for a long time after the other woman left.
***
Whatever Victoria did, or let Frank do, worked. When Serge caught her in the hallway and started giving her a hard time, Frank stepped out of his office, reprimanded the senior intern, and handed off Anastasia’s packet assignment to him. Frank then gave her Serge’s assignment - coffee runs for junior partners. It wasn’t very glamorous, but it got her to the upper floors and gave her a glimpse at the hour-to-hour workday of the higher-ups. It also kept her extremely busy. The junior partners all drank a ton of coffee.
Anastasia almost missed lunch, but luckily the one junior partner who was staying in the office was on a caffeine fast. It was slightly after noon when she hurried into The Exchange. She spotted the group from E, E and K easily, at the same table they’d occupied the night before. Victoria was talking to a girl Anastasia didn’t recognize and munching on a french fry slathered in ketchup.
Looking at the other man, Anastasia felt her whole body go hot and tingly. It seemed any time she saw Victoria, something sexual happened. Now, when she looked at the stunning redhead, she didn’t only see the look on her face as she’d orgasmed in the bathroom, but felt the touch of her soft hands on her own breasts. She shivered. Anastasia never would have thought a woman could have such an effect on her. It was strange and unsettling.
“Well, look who it is.”
Anastasia’s heart sank a bit as she recognized Serge’s sarcastic tone. It was just her luck he’d be here. She was determined to ignore him, however. Luckily, his comment drew everyone else’s attention to her. She smiled at Victoria and a few of the others who she was beginning to put names to and looked for a seat. “I am starved.”
Victoria shooed everyone out of the booth and waved her in, scooting against her side as they all piled back into their seats. The redhead laid her arm along the back of the booth to give them a smidgen more room and turned her mega-watt smile on Anastasia. “Here, have some of mine. I ordered way too much. Save me from my fat pants!” She shoved her laden plate between them.
“Thanks, Victoria. I don’t know if I could wait to order something. I feel like I haven’t eaten in days!” She plucked a fry off the plate, swiped it through the ketchup and popped it in her mouth, groaning at the taste. Victoria chuckled.
“That’s the hangover talking. I get the same way.”
Anastasia’s lunch continued amicably, despite Serge’s sour-faced presence. He didn’t direct any other snide remarks her way and the others were all nearly as friendly and welcoming as Victoria. Not quite, of course. Thinking about that morning still made Anastasia feel embarrassed and flushed. But she couldn’t deny it had felt good. And having Victoria on her side had already paid off. Plus, she knew just about everything there was to know about everything at the company.
“Make sure you bring Olafson a half-caf soy latte when you go back,” Victoria said, swallowing a mouthful of burger. “No foam.”
“He said he was on a caffeine fast.” Anastasia frowned. She was positive the middle aged banker had told her so. Had she gotten a name wrong?
But Victoria smiled, dimple flashing and leaned into Anastasia’s side. She was incredibly aware of the soft press of the other woman’s breasts against her arm. “He says that at least once a month. But it only lasts a day, two max. Was he rubbing his temple a lot?”
Anastasia nodded. “Yeah, almost constantly. I figured it was just a thing he did.”
“It is,” Victoria nodded. “When he’s in caffeine withdrawal. Bring him the latte. Trust me.”
She made a mental note to stop before going back up to the 23rd floor. Half-caf soy latte, no foam. Maybe an actual note would be better, so she wouldn’t forget. Anastasia pulled out her cell phone to do just that, and groaned as her calendar pinged.
“What’s the matter?” Victoria asked.
Anastasia sighed. “Nothing. Just time to renew my reservation. I really need to find an apartment. I’m spending an arm and a leg at the hotel.”
“You’re living in a hotel?” one of the other interns asked. Anastasia nodded.
“I didn’t have time to find an apartment out here before the internship started but I didn’t want to miss the opportunity so... it was that or couch surf. But I didn’t know anyone, either, so...” She shrugged, blushing a little at the admission.
Victoria patted her hand. “Well, you do now. You can come stay with me until you find a place.”
Anastasia looked at the other woman with wide eyes. Tingles of trepidation and arousal warred in her blood stream. “I couldn’t do that.”
“You
can, and you will. My apartment isn’t huge but I don’t have roommates or anything. And the couch is pretty comfy. Besides, this way you can save the money you’d be spending on the hotel to get a better apartment!” Victoria beamed. “C’mon, it’ll be fun! Like a slumber party!”
She’d only ever been to one of those, and her mother had come to pick her up early because she’d gotten scared. But she was hardly about to admit that to the confident, gorgeous Victoria. “I don’t know...” Anastasia bit her lip. It would help not to have to pay for a hotel room. But what would Victoria expect in return?
The redhead laid a slender hand on her thigh, squeezing lightly. Her blue eyes sparkled with mischief. “I insist.”
Anastasia gulped, squirming uneasily beneath the touch. It didn’t feel bad, but it felt strange. If Victoria wanted her to go further, which it seemed she did, would she be willing to just so she didn’t offend the woman who had already helped her career? Victoria’s hand stroked lightly up her thigh. Anastasia took a deep breath. “Okay.”
“Great!” Victoria cried with a grin, throwing her arms around Anastasia and giving her a brief squeeze. “I’ll wait for you after work and we can go get your things from the hotel.”
Anastasia wondered just how far Victoria was going to expect her to go. Her belly trembled with fear and anticipation. “Great,” she agreed.
***
Victoria’s couch was quite comfortable, actually. Anastasia lay on the soft cushions later that night, staring up at the ceiling. Victoria’s apartment was cute. A small one bedroom in an artsy neighborhood of the city, the space was open and airy and everything was trimmed in red. There were a lot of things that were cherry-shaped or had cherries on them too. Pillows, clocks, refrigerator magnets. Victoria had caught her look and laughed.
“It’s sort of an old joke. Cherry was my high school nickname. Because of the hair.”
They’d had dinner - take out from an Ethiopian place up the block - and watched a movie. Anastasia had begun to relax, genuinely enjoying herself. Victoria was funny and very kind. Aside from the strange sexual affect she had on Anastasia, she was very pleasant to be around. And she was constantly offering help.
“Look,” she’d said as they watched some British comedy, “there are ways you can handle Serge and his ilk. But you can’t let them get to you. That’s what they’re trying to do. Do you think I didn’t have my fair share of people at E, E and K treating me like crap when I first started? Honey, the war stories I could tell you.” Victoria tossed a few kernels of popcorn into her mouth.
Anastasia couldn’t imagine anyone being a jerk to the sultry redhead, and said so. Victoria laughed. “Well, you’re sweet to say so. But I wasn’t always this confident. When I first started I was just as timid as you. Maybe more-so!”
“I don’t believe that.” Anastasia flushed at the description of herself as ‘timid’. She knew it was true though.
Victoria swiped a finger over her breast in an X pattern. “Cross my heart. I was terrified of my own shadow.”
“So... what happened? How come you’re...” Anastasia trailed off, making a vague gesture at the length of Victoria’s body. Victoria chuckled.
“I was lucky enough to become friendly with one of the guys who’d worked there for a long time. He sort of... took me under his wing, I guess you could say. Showed me the ropes.”
Anastasia fiddled with the edge of her skirt. “Like you’re doing for me?”
“Sort of,” Victoria had replied briefly. She’d turned her attention back to the TV then and gone to bed not long after. Anastasia had been lying her since, contemplating Victoria’s words. If she had really gone from a bigger mouse than Anastasia was to the woman she was today... Some people might hear that Victoria was just an executive assistant and not have much respect for her job.
But Anastasia knew that high level title or not, hefty paycheck or not, Victoria was a mover and shaker at Edgeworth, Epstein and Kendrick. She had knowledge, and any good investment banker would tell you knowledge was money. Anastasia could learn from her.
With trembling legs, she got off the couch and padded softly to Victoria’s bedroom door. It wasn’t closed all the way. She pushed it lightly and it swung open on silent hinges. The room was dominated by a huge bed. Beside the bed was a small table with a lamp. Other than that there was no other furniture in the room. Clothes spilled out of a half-open closet.
Victoria sat up in the center of the bed as the door thunked softly against the wall. The sheet pooled around the generous curve of her waist. She was completely naked. Anastasia licked suddenly dry lips and swallowed hard. The redhead’s breasts hung loose and heavy. The pink nipples tightened as she watched. Victoria lifted a hand to her tousled hair, inclining her head. She made no move to cover herself.
“Everything okay, Kat? You need something?”
Anastasia nodded, toying with the hem of her own cotton nightgown. “Yeah, I.... yeah.”
Victoria patted the bed beside her. Anastasia sat, dragging her eyes away from the other woman’s breasts. She was so close she could feel the heat radiating off Victoria’s body. Victoria reached up and tucked some stray hair behind Anastasia’s ear.
“You’ve got the prettiest hair. Such a beautiful dark brown. I love it.” She stroked a lock between her fingers. “Now, tell Mama Bird what’s bothering you.”
She trembled. “I want you to teach me how to be like you. More confident and...” she gulped. “Like you.”
“Oh, Baby Bird.” Victoria grinned. “Of course I will. That’s what I’ve been trying to do. Why do you think I mentioned you to Frank before we left the bathroom the other night?”
Heat surged into Anastasia’s cheeks. “Y-you knew I was there?”
Victoria traced a fingertip over the curve of Anastasia’s lips. She leaned in close, blue eyes sparkling in the dim light from the street outside. “We followed you in there,” she whispered. Her breath puffed lightly against Anastasia’s mouth. Anastasia’s pussy tingled. She clenched her hands into fists at her sides.
“Why?”
“Because,” Victoria smiled, “I was testing you. I knew when you watched, when you touched yourself, that I was right about you.” She poked the tip of her finger into Anastasia’s mouth, pulling it back out to rub the moisture over Anastasia’s lower lip.
“Right about what?” she murmured against the other woman’s finger. Victoria trailed the wet finger down her throat and chest, stopping to circle it around one of Anastasia’s hard nipples where it poked through her nightgown.
“You have potential, Kat. I just want to help you realize it. Don’t you want that?”
Anastasia gasped as Victoria used that one finger to flick her sensitive bud. “Yes!”
“Well then, let Mama Bird teach you how to fly.” Victoria kicked off the sheets, baring the smooth lengths of her bare legs and the shadowy cleft between her plump thighs. She took Anastasia by the wrists, smoothing her clenched fists into open palms, and drew her further onto the bed. Anastasia slid forward until she was straddling older woman. Her whole body quaked as Victoria pushed the short nightgown over her head and tossed it across the room.
Anastasia was wearing panties beneath, but nothing else. Victoria caressed Anastasia’s quivering belly. She squeezed her hips, sliding her hands up Anastasia’s sides until she reached the outer curves of her breasts. Her slender, long fingered hands stroked inward, tracing under the soft mounds with her thumbs as she cupped them. Anastasia moaned, pressing into the tantalizing touch.
Victoria squeezed Anastasia’s stiff nipples between her fingers. “Touch me too, Baby. Just like this.”
Anastasia raised shaking hands to the massive mounds of Victoria’s tits. She circled the taut buds of her pink nipples with trembling fingers and then hefted the smooth mountain of flesh. They overflowed her hands as she kneaded and massaged, echoing the movements of Victoria’s hands.
Each time the redhead pinched her nipples it sent a shaft of pleasu
re straight to her pussy. She felt ripe and hot and slick. When Victoria leaned forward and took one turgid crest in her mouth, sucking hard and flicking it with her velvet tongue, Anastasia cried out, hands flying to Victoria’s head. She pressed the woman against her chest. Victoria responded by drawing more of Anastasia’s breast into her mouth, nibbling at the hard nipple.
She moved to Anastasia’s other breast, curling her tongue around the tight pink peak. Her hands slid down Anastasia’s back, slipping beneath her panties to knead the firm globes of her ass. Anastasia whimpered, unable to contain the sound as lust and pleasure crashed through her with every touch of Victoria’s hands and mouth.
Victoria fell backward on the bed, dragging Anastasia with her. They landed in a tangle of legs. The redhead was giggling, tugging Anastasia’s panties down her legs and flicking them to the end of the bed. With the younger girl completely naked, Victoria rolled on top of her, bracing herself on her arms.
“I’ve wanted to do this since the first second I saw you in the elevator.” She pressed her soft, warm lips to Anastasia’s, tongue teasing at the closed seam of her mouth, coaxing her open. Anastasia kissed her back. It was different than kissing a man, softer, sweeter. Victoria’s tongue dueled with hers, sliding like wet velvet. The kiss was long and juicy and made her pussy throb.
