Lesbian Only Petals

by Tammy Compton

  She frowned but nodded and headed for the door. She slipped out and Paul walked inside. He looked after Kim as she sashayed her way from the office and I would have been jealous had I not known he was gay and my friend.

  “You’ve been keeping secrets,” Paul announced, closing the door behind him. “I want to know everything now. Who’s she?”

  “My intern,” I answered.

  “Dangerous stuff,” he said on a frown. “Are you sure you can trust her? Not that I think your secret would be a bad thing if it got out.”

  “She’s not going to tell anyone,” I told him. “We’ve talked about this. Our relationship is to be secret.”

  “You said relationship. Are you two in anything serious?”

  I sighed. “I don’t know. I think so but I’m not sure.”

  “Still want to go through with the marriage?” he asked.

  I shrugged. “I don’t know that either. Is there a reason not to She’ll go back to college in the next few months. I’ll still have my father to deal with.”

  “You’re letting that man ruin your life,” he stated. “If he can’t accept you for who you are then cut the ties.”

  “He and mom are the only family I got left.”

  “Not much of a family if they can’t accept you or your girlfriend.”

  I ran my fingers through my disheveled hair. “I’ve to think about this. I actually asked you to stop by to give you this.” I walked over to the desk where Kim had been spread just a few minutes ago and felt my cheeks burning in embarrassment. I pulled the envelope from the top drawer of the desk and handed it to him.

  “Is this what I think it is?” he asked, choking up.

  I nodded. “I want you to go pursue your dreams. Make it happen and remember me when you’re famous.”

  Paul pulled me into a hug. “Thank you so much.” He landed a kiss on my head. “You’re the greatest Alexia. You deserve to be every bit as happy as you seemed when I walked in here and saw you with that girl. Don’t let him deprive you of that happiness.”

  Tears filled my eyes as I stepped away from him. At the same time, Kim walked in, without knocking. She took one look and saw my teary eyes and turned to Paul.

  “What did you do?” she demanded.

  Paul turned to grin me. “She’s a keeper.”

  *****

  “What the hell!” I jumped at the hands that snaked around my waist before I identified the familiar feel of Kim’s plump breasts pressing into my back. I had just arrived at work and parked my car and we were standing out in the open.

  “Hey girlfriend,” she said with that infectious happiness in her tone. “I’ve been early every day for the month. Don’t I deserve a treat?”

  I loosened her arms from around my waist and glanced around the parking lot, hoping no one had seen our interaction. I’d been sneaking around with Kim and fooling around for the past three weeks but as much as I was developing serious feelings for her, I still wasn’t ready to make public about my sexuality. I wasn’t even sure if I ever could go public with it. I imagined the stares we would get, the whispers and the finger-pointing although one would think everyone would be used to gay couples already.

  “Being rewarded for doing your job which is showing up on time?” I asked a little too sharply and I saw her dimpled fade away as she frowned at me. She knew my stance about broadcasting us but she still had problems with this. Kim was vivacious and affectionate. She didn’t like to know she couldn’t hug me, kiss me or feel up my ass anywhere she wanted to. I had to draw a no-hands policy when it came to work.

  Well until five o’ clock. I couldn’t count on one hand the number of times we had fooled around in my office after hours.

  “What’s with you?” she asked me. “You’re being snappish.”

  “I’m not being snappish,” I refuted, straightening my jacket.

  She lowered her lashes to give me that bedroom eyes of hers that always had me weak. God, I had it bad for this twenty-one-year-old. “You look sexy in that suit,” she murmured and stepped up to me, finding the hem of my skirt with her hand.

  I slapped her hand away before she could slip it under. “What are you doing?” I snapped at her.

  “I wasn’t going to do anything,” she grumbled. “Sheesh. You can lighten up, you know. There’s no one around to discover that the rich and powerful Alexia Deloitte is a lesbian.”

  “What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked, slamming the car door shut. “You know how I feel about you.”

  “How? Because you’ve told me? All I know is that you enjoy what we do when we’re in private. You don’t want me out here in public.”

  “I’m not good with this public affectionate stuff, okay?” I told her angrily. “You knew when we started fooling around that I wanted this kept quiet.”

  “Fooling around?” she asked, her lips pursed tight. “So that’s what we’ve been doing all this time. Fooling around. Well you know what, fuck you Alexia.”

  “Don’t you dare talk to me that way!” I snapped at her, my eyes flashing at her. “I’m your boss!”

  “Were you my boss last night when you asked me to come over?” she returned with fury in her eyes. “Answer me that, Alexia, were you my boss all the times we’ve fucked?”

  My throat worked and I couldn’t answer. What the hell was I supposed to say? I didn’t want to blurt out how she made me feel happy being around her. I didn’t want her to know how much I missed her when she wasn’t around, how I watched her sleep at nights in my arms before I woke her up at day break to drop her home. Not only had I never felt this way about another woman but there were so many other factors. My father would never accept this relationship. She had two things going against her. She wasn’t white and she wasn’t a man. He wouldn’t compromise on one much less two.

  “I see,” Kim spat at me, hurt in her eyes as she stalked off.

  “Kim, wait,” I called after her but she ignored me and sauntered away. I should have gone after her but I was too busy lusting after the way she looked from behind. She was so beautiful, her body perfect that I admitted this was one of the reasons I hesitated telling her how I felt. What good would it do? She would leave after her internship and go back to college life where she could get any girl that she wanted. I couldn’t hold a candle to those girls. Young, vibrant, carefree, wild. Every day was just one big party.

  Yet as I walked through the front doors of the building, I already knew I was going to apologize and try to make it up to her. I couldn’t say I was surprised to find she had resumed her first post beside Gloria, vacating her work station inside my office.

  “Kim, I would like to see you in my office,” I told her after wishing Gloria a good morning. I didn’t even wait for the other woman to respond to me.

  “I’m busy,” Kim muttered defiantly.

  “It wasn’t a suggestion,” I remarked, pissed that she wasn’t giving me the opportunity to apologize. “Now.”

  *****

  I held my breath that she would have the common sense not to challenge me in front of a curious Gloria who was pretending that she wasn’t hearing anything. I was seated around my desk, contemplating that I would have to fire her when she walked into my office ten minutes later.

  “I had to use the bathroom,” she explained, with her head down.

  I frowned sensing something was wrong. “Look at me, Kim.”

  She reluctantly raised her head and I saw her red eyes and felt guilty. She had been crying and it was my fault.

  “I’m sorry,” I apologized, getting up from my chair and walking up to her. I held her hands and pulled her down onto the sofa where we had first made love.

  “It doesn’t matter anyway,” she said, trying to pull her hands away. “It’s so obvious what you’re interested in. Just the sex between us.”

  “That is not true,” I countered. “I enjoy spending time with you. Come on, didn’t we have a good time last weekend when we went out of town?”

  “Th
at was sex,” she reminded me.

  “It’s not my fault you always make me so horny,” I told her. “I can’t help it okay. I see you and I want to kiss you.”

  “Except in public.”

  I sighed. “I don’t know how to make you understand that Kim.”

  “Try.”

  “Okay, we’ll make a deal. I’ll tell you about why I can’t go public and you tell me why you are always so tired.”

  She shrugged. “That’s easy. I’m working a second and until recently a third, to pay off this year’s tuition.”

  “You never told me that!” I exclaimed in surprise.

  “Because you never asked.”

  “What exactly do you do?” I asked her.

  “I work at a gay bar Downtown at nights. Just doing waitress stuff,” she explained. “I used to work some days at a fast food restaurant but I quit when we started hanging out. Otherwise I’d have no time to spend with you.”

  I was shocked that she had to do so much to pay her tuition. I knew it was hard for most to come up with the money. How did she even manage three jobs? Was that possible?

  “You know at the end of your internship, the company will provide you with a package for appreciation,” I told her. “We do that every year.”

  “Yeah, I know. That’s why I wanted to get in. Most companies don’t think about the expenses for us to be on internship.” She smiled at me. “And of course there was the beautiful CEO I had a crush on.”

  “Me?”

  She nodded. “I know you probably don’t remember but during my first year, you were invited to speak at a function. I stored your company’s name then, intending to apply here for internship.”

  I stared at her in surprise, not knowing what to say.

  “You talked about breaking the glass ceiling,” she continued. “How some people still believe a woman’s place was at home, making babies but we also have a role to play for the betterment of our society. Your speech inspired me not to give up.”

  I blinked back the tears and leaned forward to kiss her. “I thought nobody was even listening.”

  “I listened.”

  “That speech was inspired by my own life,” I told her. “My father doesn’t believe I should have been given the giant share of this company by my grandfather.”

  “Bullshit,” she said. “I’ve worked with you and you’re a pretty damn good CEO.”

  I smiled gratefully at her. “Thanks but I have to admit I sometimes don’t listen to my own advice. My father is old-fashioned. My friend who was here just now, I came up with a plan for us to be married just to get my dad off my back.”

  “Oh?”

  “Yes, my dad has this thing about him, where he makes me feel inferior,” I admitted. “Like me not being a boy means something is wrong with me. You see I had an older brother who died. Ever since then I always had the feeling that he would have rather if I had died and Thomas lived.”

  “That’s just horrible!”

  “That’s how he made me feel. He makes me feel unworthy to be alive because I’m not a male. Do you imagine what he’d say if he knew I was into girls?”

  She took my hand in hers. “First of all, you’re not into girls,” she said. “You’re into me. At least, I hope you are and this is not just fooling around as you said earlier.”

  “You know when I said it, I didn’t mean it like that,” I told her.

  “I’m really into you, Alexia,” she stated, looking more serious than I’d ever seen. “I like being with you and I want to be able to kiss you and screw what people think.” She sighed, then. “I understand if you want to keep things quiet but if you’re going to marry that Paul guy, I’m not going to sneak around with you.”

  *****

  “God Kim, we’re gonna be late for work.” I giggled as I ran from the shower, still slightly wet. Giggle? I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt this lighthearted enough to frolic in the shower. It was impossible to be serious for too long around Kim. She was that little spark that had lit up my entire life and made things better.

  She came in after me, even wetter than I was. Our relationship had been progressing with her staying overnight and last night we’d binged on episodes of Young and Hungry on Netflix. I’d never stayed up that late simply for personal enjoyment. I always went to bed on time so I could be wide awake and well-rested for work. Unless I had a big project at work that had me working overtime.

  “If you don’t stop this, we’re going to be late for work,” I reminded her. “And if you’re late, I will have to sack you.”

  She grabbed me around the waist and pushed me on the bed on my tummy. “I’ve got a get-out-of-work free card,” she said on a laugh.

  “Yeah, what’s that?” I asked, going on all fours as she spread my butt cheeks and trailed her tongue down the crack of my ass.

  “I’m screwing the boss.”

  “That’s no excuse,” I gasped when she titillated my pucker with her tongue.

  “I bet you change your mind,” she challenged me and slid beneath my body, bringing my hips down onto her face. I groaned teasing my nipples with my hands as she sucked on my pussy. Moving back and forth, I rubbed my pussy in her face, gasping and moaning. No wonder I was cancelling my bogus wedding. I’d decided to do this last night when I sneaked looks at her laughing as we watched the TV show. No sex. Just hanging out together and I knew I wanted her to be a permanent part of my life.

  I didn’t want to cum without her so I climbed off her face and lay flat on my back, encouraging her to get on top of me. We kissed, the heat between us scorching as usual. I ran my arms over her body, down her sides to cup her ass. I loved feeling and squeezing on her generous bum.

  Flipping us so she was lying under me, I kissed down her body, sucking on her neck. It was going to leave a mark there but for once I didn’t care if the rest of the world knew we were lovers. Nothing mattered then but getting us both off. Not work. Not my father.

  I kissed her nipples, drawing the peaks into my mouth. She moaned, running her hands over my body as I plumped her breasts together and alternated sucking her nipples.

  “You’re so beautiful,” I told her, as the peaks became even stiffer and bigger under the administrations of my mouth.

  “You are beautiful,” she gasped. “I want you so bad, Lexi.”

  I kissed her stomach down to her pussy with the freshly grown black curls. Spreading the lips, I trekked a bath through her slit with my tongue. I flicked my tongue back and forth, toying her clit.

  “Fuck!” she muttered when I sucked her clit into my mouth. “Your mouth feels so good.”

  When I felt she was near the peak, I stopped eating her and shifted between her legs, to kiss her again. We kissed hard and deep, our breathing shallow as I intertwined our legs. Raising the left one, I slanted my pussy against hers and started a slow tribbing movement.

  “Oh God!” she gasped, her eyes glazed over with passion. “You feel so good baby.”

  Yes we both felt good like this, kissing in the most intimate way. I increased the pressure as she pushed forward as well to rub our clits together.

  “Oh God Kim!” I groaned, my hips moving harder and faster as shards of ecstasy started shooting through me. I held back, wanting our slits to cream together. She grabbed my ass, pulling me even harder so our pelvis was pressed tightly to each other.

  “Yes! Yes! Oh God yes!” she chanted and stiffened beneath me. I slammed my clit against hers again and let myself go. Clenching my inner muscles tight, I cried out from the intensity of my orgasm.

  We were still basking under the lull of our orgasm when I lay on top of her in a sixty-nine. Pushing her legs apart, I proceeded to eat her, licking the evidence of our climax. She did the same to me, pulling on my clit with her mouth. I gasped, head hung between her thighs as I felt another climax building. Oh God, she had me really good. This girl that I was beginning to love. She inserted two fingers in my pussy, shoving hard in and out while she nursed at
my clit.

  “Kim!” I cried out her name in wonder as the most intense feeling I’ve ever had overwhelmed me. The pressure building in my womb left me stunned. I clutched at her thighs and shattered, spraying my juices all over her face.

  “Oh my God!” I gasped as she rubbed my clit hard and fast, slapping my pussy with her hand until I squirted again. I collapsed between her legs.

  She laughed at my reaction, obviously pleased with herself. “Still think there’s no perks to me sleeping with the boss?”

  It took everything out of me to crawl back up to her body and wrap my arms around her. “There’s definitely a perk alright,” I agreed and kissed her, a lump forming in my throat. “Kim, I-”

  The ringing of the doorbell interrupted what I was about to say.

  “A visitor?” she asked me curiously.

  I shrugged. “I’m not expecting anyone.”

  “Ignore it,” she advised me.

  I was already rolling out of bed. “I can’t. What if it’s something important?”

  “You play too much by the rules,” she stated, climbing out of bed too. “I better wash up. Again. Then get dressed or my boss will fire me.”

  I smiled at her, feeling giddy with happiness as I reached for my robe and pulled it over my naked body, knotting it. I padded from the master bedroom of the penthouse suite and descended the stairs.

  “Dad!” I cried in surprise when I opened the door to find him standing there.

  Chapter 11

  “What took you so damn long?” he demanded, barging into the house. His face was red with anger, I wondered what I was supposed to have done now.

  “I was getting dressed for work,” I answered.

  “Well you’re late,” he snapped. “Is this the kind of commitment you put into the business?”

  I frowned at him. “I’m sure you didn’t drive almost an hour to ask me that. What’s going on dad? Is it mom? My God, it’s not mom, is it?” My one fear was that we were going to find her overdosed one of these days.

  “This is about you!” he exclaimed in anger, stabbing his finger at me. “What is the meaning of this?”