by Lamoi Kerr
LESBIAN ROMANCE: I KISSED A GIRL (Adult Erotic Short Fiction Sex Story)
A Mystery Woman's Secret Fantasy: First Time Seduction
Contemporary Women's Fiction
Lamoi Kerr
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Author’s Note
Previously Published as “TAKEN AT THE OFFICE BY MY HUSBAND’S SECRETARY”
“I thought I locked the door.” My voice was shaky, huskier.
“No harm, no foul.” Her other palm stroked up the column of my neck. I shivered with anticipation. I had thought her my husband’s affair. But now, now I knew she wasn’t his type. She was mine. I felt desire pool low in my stomach. I felt moisture wet my panties—the black satin thong I wore beneath the corset.
Her hand cupped my chin and lifted my face so that I was once again staring into her deep blue eyes. The touch of her feminine lips on mine sucked the breath right from me, and I tremblingly whimpered my surrender. She brushed her lips across mine, igniting passion. Lots of pent-up passion. Months of passion. I moaned, my eyes closed. I opened up under her tutelage and my first female kiss became a wonderland of exotic desire and unique flavors. A whole cultural exchange program.
Jessie’s tongue tiptoed cross my threshold. I licked the tip and my nerves exploded with fire. With flaring, warm heat and a million promises of what to come. I licked at her again and then again. She complied, sweeping her tongue inside my mouth and tasting me. . . . Download this story and continue reading now . . . FREE for Kindle Unlimited Users and Prime Members
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All characters in this book have no existence outside the imagination of the author and have no relation whatsoever to anyone bearing the same name or names. They are not even distantly inspired by any individual known or unknown to the author, and all incidents are pure inventions of fiction.
Table of Content
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
EXCERPT
EXCERPT FROM - SEDUCED TO RIDE 14 THICK INCHES OF PLEASURE
CHAPTER 1
I AM SEXUALLY FRUSTRATED
It was only 11 a.m. and already my day felt like a drag. As a matter of fact that was exactly what I was doing, dragging myself across the office floor over to the Xerox machine. I had a cup of warm cappuccino in one hand and Mrs. Carter files in my other. Everyone who had a television at home knew Mrs. Carter.
She was an A-list actress who had just submitted a few racy pictures of her husband and the Country Western singer Lucy Martin sharing a sexual tryst with the young upcoming model who had just made this month’s cover of Glamour magazine. They were having fun at hotel Pallaelado and Mrs. Carter private detective, Mr. Rodriguez did a hell of a job of capturing it.
This was a high profile case for sure that’s gonna capture a lot of media speculation and attention but not a challenge. This was an open and shut case, so my husband, an attorney-at-law had shoveled over these files with over forty-four pictures of Mr. Carter in the naked act of threesome to Jessica, a young redheaded intern we accepted 3 weeks ago. Though she didn’t talk much, she was pretty sharp, I think she had picked up on the fact that I was sexually frustrated.
At some point or another in your life you must have been sexually frustrated before. Do you know what that is like? How can I be sexually frustrated and I’m not in the single girl’s club? Sure I’m married to Paul Squire, of the Squire’s-attorney-at Law Firm. He’s a well sorted after divorce lawyer who has never lost a single case and also a lousy lover. Hence, sexually frustrated. Okay, lemme give you the details on this one.
We’ve been married over eight years now and for the last two years I’ve been by his side in his office as his assistant to watch him experience his mega success in his career and absolutely mega flunk in his bedroom. He is one of those men who puts work ahead of his relationship and since his work has become unending that side of our marriage have died. He has absolutely no time for me in that department now it seems and since he has hit it big only representing mainstream celebrity clients, I’ve been experiencing my driest times. And unfortunately maybe a lot more to come. Will things change? I doubt it, unless “I”, Miss-Lil-Ole-Inexperience can do something drastic about this, yes drastic, it’s gonna take something drastic to get my husband to fuck me. Sigh. Maybe I had gotten married too young.
We had gotten married when I was nineteen and he was twenty six. I pretty much hadn’t experience much. Actually nothing more than a kiss before him. Paul was the man who took my virginity and he was all I knew, my mind had never strayed before, my eyes have never strayed before. Yeah, I’m sexually frustrated but I only want Paul to get his groove back and this gal will be fine. But will he ever? I thought as sighed a deep heaving sigh, feeling depressed, tired of pretending that my marriage is perfect. Tired of friend’s asking “Hey How’s Paul, or Hey How’s your husband doing?” The truth is I don’t know how the hell he’s doing. When last have we really talked? He never has the time and I always force a smile and answer “He’s doing lovely!”
I’m so frustrated, out of gas, out of patience and out of this world. I needed to get some and get some soon or I may jump my desk.
I rested my coffee on the metal cabinet beside the copier and organize the pictures to drop in the side pocket of the copier. I saw Jessica’s redhead looked up from her desk. Her head was the color of a ball of fire with a hue of orange. She made a quick glance across her desk at Kelly who had her head buried in the computer’s flat screen in front of her. Jessica then locked her eyes into mine and somehow her bright blue eyes gazing into mine with that innocent smile underneath produced a faint smile on my face, even through my depression. I hoped she was enjoying her work experience here, she is really a helpful intern.
Well, I have more work to put on her desk just in case she gets bored. Maybe she knew this pile of copies I’mma about to make were for her, because she stood from around her desk and was heading towards me with a side swept smile. Kelly swept a thin rope of her blonde hair off the top brim of her glasses. Her nerdy eyes peered above her glasses as if she was spying and pretending to work at the same time.
As she walked over and her hips swayed, the only thought that came to my mind was that, I’ve never seen Jessica wore a skirt. She’s always in those executive pants and tall sleeve button ups. She always wore her shirts unbuttoned down to the second button from top, her breast small and perky and wide spaced, kinda hot. Maybe if I weren’t married I would dress as alluring as her. It seemed her bra underneath were thin for I could see the round head of her nipples imprinting against the fabric of her blouse from a
ll the way over here. Maybe she just had huge nipples. Why the hell am I here thinking about Jessica’s tits, her bra, I mentally shook my thought. Jessica’s smile brightened as she got closer.
For a paralegal intern she had a pretty young face, she looked as if she were about nineteen, I wondered what her age was. I curled my fingers around the huge handle of my coffee mug, took it off the cabinet, rested the warm bottom in the palm of my other hand, brought the steamy cup to my face and took a slurpy swig from it as the working Xerox’s back and forth mechanical sound got noisier.
By the time Jessica had reached over the machine I had taken three sips and the machine had spat out all forty-something copies in the tray at the other end of the machine. I carefully placed the mug back on the cabinet.
“You saved me a trip.” I said to Jessica as I handed her the copies of the pictures.
“I guess you owe me one.” She joked. She took the copies out my hand and I was retrieving the originals at the other end.
“Sooo, what are these?” Her presence felt strong and take-charge as usual.
“Pictures of Mr. Carter cheating on his wife. That bastard.”
Jessica looked at me in pieces of shock as I rightfully called him what he was, a bastard. Maybe she had never heard me used curse words before. I was more of the prim type.
“Hmm . . .” She replied shoving my opinion of him to the side. And without looking at the pictures said,
“Well, everybody cheats some time or another. Not my place to call others name for that.”
“Not everybody, Jessica.” I differed.
“Jessie, just call me Jessie. And everybody does, Mrs. Squire, it’s only human to cheat.”
“Well, I guess I’m not a human.”
“What are you saying?” She stood upright and tall. I figured her question must have been rhetoric so I didn’t answer and with her face slightly falling apart in disbelief she pressed on, asking, “So you’ve never cheated once?” Obviously assume I must have.
“I’ve been loyal all my life.”
“Come on Mrs. Squire, you’re secret’s safe with me, I know you must have, even before there was a Mr. Squire. Haven’t you?”
CHAPTER 2
I paused for a second or two before I answered.
“There was no one before him.”
Now I didn’t just felt like a prim stuck up prude but too much of a goody two shoes who has never adventured outside the rules. Why should I even feel guilty of being a good girl? I should be proud to say that I’ve been faithful all my life, yet saying it to Jessica, who seemed the total opposite of me, somewhat of a bad girl, living on the edge, young and free, it made me felt un-alive, dead, old and caged. Guilty.
Jessica made a small step closer and lowered her voice, Kelly now fully lifted her head up and watched as Jessica stared directly into my eyes and studied my expression for a second before whispering, “So you’ve never really had fun outside of Mr. Squire?”
“Hey don’t be fooled Jessica, I’ve had plenty fun.”
“It’s Jessieee, please. You should call me Jessie.” She said very firmly in a disciplinary tone. Why was she so adamant about me calling her Jessie, Jessie had more of a boy tone to the name than a girl’s tone to me.
“Ok, ‘Jessie’, I’ve had my fun times.”
Kelly got up from around her desk and I watched her strolling over towards us.
“Having? . . . Lately?” Jessica asked with a more stern than inquisitive face.
Her question was so direct it caught me off-guard. It was like a sudden attack on my emotions. My whole body slumped and my face slackened, I opened my mouth to deny, “Oh surely I’ve . . .”
“Yeah right, that’s the reason I see you walking around the office so chirpy without the need of coffee to keep you up, right?” I was in a moment of pause studying her face for the sarcasm I knew she meant. It wasn’t the fact that she was taller than me and I could feel her height above me, it was just something about her aura that felt compelling, commanding, dominating. “Nice tits by the way,” she added matter-of-factly. Once more she caught me off guard, I didn’t knew how to take her off-handed compliment.
Was she being fresh for an intern? Too arrogant? Wasn’t she flying pass her nest with these personal questions? Who was she to be questioning her boss’s wife? She had some nerve, but somehow, I felt a bit obliged to answer, somehow submissive, maybe I was just too much of a polite person or maybe it was something else.
She didn’t desist despite the sour barrier I expressed on my face. “Thank you.” I said with an obvious amount of hesitance and nervousness in my reply.
“You’ve been in the marriage a while now and he has grown to not even know you exist apart from work, right?”
I quickly surrendered my answer, “Oh no! Oh no . . . Never that.” I looked up into her blue eyes, on her soft lips, then asked, “How old are you?”
“I’m twenty-two. Why? He has some other famous chick around my age banging?”
All my features opened into an “O” shape. Maybe I was too naïve but that thought had never crossed my mind. What if that was the reason, what if he was having some fling with some other girl, and that was the reason he was losing interest in me. Oh no, Paul wouldn’t. He doesn’t have time for that. He barely has time to sleep moreover a side fling or relationship with a hot-chick.
But what if he was? What if he really was? If I were to hire a detective, say Mr. Rodriguez as he was one of the best in town for hire, and my husband was clean I would feel so guilty and ashamed. I perish the thought. Only suspicious or insecure wives would do such a thing. I was a secure wife, my husband would not do such a thing, he’s no damn cheating bastard.
I didn’t realized how much time had passed without me saying a word and Jessica was silent too, just watching my face sinking into a sulk.
“Hey Mrs. Squire, if ever you need anyone to talk to I’m here, Okay.”
“Cindy, you can call me Cindy.” I replied.
Before she walked off she casually looked behind at me and said, “And do something special for him tonight, something different, got that?”
I was standing their transfixed at her cockiness. I knew Jessica had good intentions but how could I pour out my marital tribulations on a young single redheaded intern who had no idea about what a real relationship was, moreover my marriage? Kelly used her fore-finger to saddle her glasses up the bridge of her nose then said,
“The road to hell is painted with good intentions.” She then narrowed her eyes in the direction of Jessica.
“What?” I asked, totally oblivious. What was she talking about? What had she known that I didn’t?
She walked away without saying another word.
I went back into the office confused and thinking about my little innocent chat with Jessica, I mean Jessie.
I placed the original documents on my desk, half of Mr. Rodriguez’s name was peeping out at the top of the files. I stared at it for a short moment, then pulled it out, it wouldn’t hurt to save his number I convinced myself as I dialed his number into my cell. But deeply I didn’t know why I did, I’m sure Paul wasn’t cheating, but I just did it.
CHAPTER 3
That evening I was eager to head home. When I was leaving the office Paul had not return there as yet and I was sure even though today’s Friday that he would still work pretty late as usual. Shoot, he even went to the office on Sundays. Maybe if we had a child together he would stay home more. I wondered how much would he change from work to home if I were to bear his child.
I reached home with only two thoughts on my mind. What could I do special for my husband tonight? That’s when I realized that I was a bit not-so-creative in that department. I could not think of anything. It was late when I decided to prepare steamed mussels, bistro roast chicken, pommes frites with chives, and finishing with a decadent fudgy espresso soufflé for a romantic cocktail dinner. Everything would be like a romantic scene out of the movies tonight.
Th
e dinner went cold and I fell asleep before Paul came home. At least my other thought was lighter.
I fell asleep with it on my mind, the thought of Jessie as a companion, someone I could talk to. It was not until seven in the morning that I woke up and my husband was buttoning up his shirt to leave. Still Jessie was at the back of my mind. Why was Jessie stuck in my subconscious, what had she done to embed such a lasting imprint on me, I was trying to figure it all out as I scooped some of the sheet off my belly and twinkled my toes in search of my pink bunny-ears bed slippers.
“Worked late again?”
“Yeah, working on the Austin twin’s case, I think I might have found something. Did you know that Tony’s daughter was stated as one of the beneficiaries on Austin’s will by the way?”
“Okay, but what time did you come in last night, I had prepared –”
He sat on the bed and was putting on his shoe and before Cindy could complete her sentence he added,
“Don’t you figure it strange that a man like Jeanne Austin would add Samantha to his will?”
Cindy’s voice rose a notch, “Paul . . . I’m trying to say something to you about us. Can we stop talking about work for one second and talk about ‘us’? Good God we are home! What is happening here?”
He looked at her quite appalled as he sunk his heel into the last of his shoe to finish off with getting ready.
“I don’t get what is this about? I do everything I can to make sure we live a happy life?”
“You work Paul. That’s what you do. You work. What about time? What about a child? We haven’t had sex in like seven months.”
“Seven? Six.”
“Seven Paul. Seven. We last did it on our anniversary in June when that ... I paused before mentioning it, ever since that thing, happened between us, if that really matters. You want to pull a file out on that too?”
