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CHAPTER TEN

On my first day at AthenaTech, I knew I was supposed to be working, I really did. I even expressed incredible restraint in not asking to have a desk close to Emma.

Ok, god, thinking about the words ‘incredible restraint’ in reference to my expert domme girlfriend wasn’t helping any of this.

I went from being beyond depressed to on top of the world again, the future bright and the path ahead of me clear. So, naturally, I couldn’t stop my sex drive from revving back up now that I wasn’t in such existential dread.

But I needed to at least look like I was working, even if my mind was wandering off to more entertaining places.

“Hey…you busy?”

I looked up to see Kim standing over me, looking beyond radiant in an olive green suit that did not help my previously noted condition.

“I mean…it’s my first day, I haven’t really gotten anything handed to me yet. ”

“Well…” Kim pulled her phone out and tapped for a few seconds, and then I heard my phone buzz in my pocket.

I pulled it out and saw I had an invitation to a meeting called “gossip and bullshit” that was starting now.

“Now you have a meeting with the CEO, so you should probably feel pretty important,” Kim grinned at me sweetly, “C’mon, it’s been too long, we need to get coffee and catch up.”

“You are…literally the boss, so, I guess I sort of have to, don’t I?”

“Yeah, I guess you do,” I loved it when Kim used that sassy, mocking tone like that.

“So, you and Emma…how did it really happen? How did you two get together? Emma is way too timid to randomly hit up a cute girl at a concert. Or even be at a concert. So I call bullshit.”

“Kim…” I looked up at her over my glasses, trying to deflect even though I knew Kim wouldn’t let me.

“I bought your coffee, you are sort of bound by the contract of our friendship to give me at least an idea…” Kim picked a chunk of the cinnamon croissant we were sharing and placed it on her tongue, savoring it. Just like how she was savoring putting me under pressure to reveal things about me and Emma.

“If you really want to know, you have to promise me two things…” I put my elbow on the table and extended my pinkie finger, to ensure we were agreeing to the most ironclad of all agreements. “One, you need to not freak out about it, and two, you cannot see Emma any differently than before I told you.”

Kim rolled her eyes, but she knew I had a juicy story for her, so she put her hand out and hooked her finger around mine. “Alright, I promise, I guess.”

I pulled my hand back and sat up straight, looking at Kim with pursed lips, making her wait just a little longer for it .

“So…” Kim stared at me, looking a little annoyed, which I loved. “I met Emma at…I guess by most people’s metrics it would be considered an orgy. Is six women an orgy?”

“SIX?”

“Including me, so actually just five others…”

“SIX?” Kim’s mouth hung open as she repeated herself in disbelief.

“You promised not to freak out…”

“Ok…ok…” Kim took a breath and composed herself, or tried to. “Yes, Vi, I’m pretty sure I’d consider six people an orgy…wait, did you with…all of them?”

“Yes, all five…some multiple times. And it…wasn’t a one-time thing.”

“This is definitely not the Vi I knew ten years ago. So, you just…went at it? All of you?”

“There were…breakout sessions, let’s say, so a CEO can understand.” I smirked and sipped my coffee.

I felt strangely exhilarated, having this kind of power to wow and surprise Kim. Back in college, Kim sort of dominated every conversation and interaction she had with anyone because she was so damn confident…so to have her on her back foot, telling her sexy details of my new life in little scraps, like nibbles of a delicious croissant, it felt good. Amazing even.

And it didn’t help the rumbles of warmth and titillation I had been feeling all day.

“Well, I have trouble enough having sex with one person, so I can’t imagine five at the same time…” Kim leaned forward to take another bit of the croissant, and there was no way for me to avert my gaze from her cleavage.

Fuck, no, Vi, don’t do this. Kim is different. There’s a history. She’s also straight…right?

But no matter how I scorned myself, I couldn’t stop things. Of course I had admired Kim’s breasts, how could I not? Being a lesbian on a softball te am, seeing every one of my teammates completely naked on a fairly regular basis, I couldn’t help but build a small catalog of fantasies in my mind. Most of them I did nothing with. Others, like Lucia, obviously I gave it a try…but Kim, sweet, wonderful Kim was different. She was my friend first, and I kept us in a safe “not even going to attempt it” box throughout college.

But…that was the old Vi. The timid Vi. And this was the new Kim. Maybe more confident…and I swore her boobs looked even more amazing than I’d remembered.

I closed my eyes…I was way too far gone now, wasn’t I?

“Well it’s not like all five of them had sex with me at once…I think the max was three…” I said, my lips buzzing as I talked, the possibilities racing in my head. “Maybe four…I mean, we were all in the same room together naked…stuff happened.”

“It’s strange to see you this confident, this…sexy, Vi…” Kim said.

“I’m a changed woman, what can I say?”

Kim shook her head, and a smile spread over her face, “OK, and…Emma? Quiet, unassuming Emma…she went to an orgy…”

“I had sex with her within an hour of meeting her…” I paused, knowing I had backed myself into a corner here. I didn’t really want to talk to Kim about having sex with Emma while she wasn’t here to explain herself or offer color commentary, the latter much more likely, so I pivoted. “But hey, I’m not the only one with a sex life here, right? Now that you know the sordid details of mine,” a bit of a lie, she had no idea of the depths, “I need some sordid details of yours. You don’t get to wriggle away and just say it’s been bad. How bad?”

“God, what’s to say…” Kim sighed, glancing back and forth, the discomfort clear on her face, “like I told you and Emma, there’s not really one to speak of, at least not for a long time…”

“Oh, Kim, come on, I’m sure it hasn’t been that long…” The Kim I knew in college prob ably would have considered a month without sex an unseasonable drought.

“Is three years long?” Kim looked at me, her expression flat, pain in her eyes.

I knew returning with “THREE???” like Kim had done to me would have been beyond inappropriate, but it would have been really funny. But not now. “No, Kim…really?” I reached my hand out for hers, realizing this breezy sex talk had gone to a more serious place.

“Really, really, Vi. It was a guy from Tinder, not long after I came here to LA. We went out to dinner, and he seemed nice enough, maybe not the most engaging or intelligent guy around, but, he could hold a conversation and I was desperate.”

As I watched Kim talk, I realized that I couldn’t look at her as if nothing had changed in the decade or so since I last saw her. She had that unbeatable confidence, but seemed like she now channeled it into business and creating a splash for stockholders. Maybe that was the better route in the long run, but seeing that wistful look in her eye, I could tell she knew she had made sacrifices.

“Did he buy your meal at least?”

Kim clucked her tongue. “Nah, didn’t want to give him the power to hold it over me. I wasn’t that desperate…mostly.” She looked up at the ceiling of the coffee shop and took a breath before continuing, “So, we had dinner and got a hotel room because no way in hell was I letting a random guy come to my place.”

“Smart,” I nodded.

“And then after I put down a hundred and fifty bucks at the fucking Doubletree, we got to the room, I had to argue with him for five minutes to put on a condom…and then, after all that, he lasted…thirty seconds? Maybe a minute?”

I groaned. I’d heard bad date and bad sex stories before, but maybe because I kept mys elf on the women loving women side of things, I hadn’t heard anything this dreadful in a long time. “Kim, fuck…I’m so sorry…”

Kim looked up at me and gave a half smile. “You want to know the worst part about it? I texted him a week later.”

“No…”

Kim nodded, “He said I was an Amazon and that he wasn’t interested in ‘manly women’.” Kim gave her air quotes extra flair to spite this awful man further.

“First off, he can burn in hell, second off, Amazons were absolute badasses, that’s not even an insult…and, third, you are not manly in any way shape or form. I really dislike men, so, I know one when I see one. If you were manly, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”

“Oh, Vi…” Kim leaned back in her chair, looking a little deflated, “you’re kind, but…I mean, I know what I look like. I’m imposing, and most guys see me as scary in public. On the rare occasion I can get one into the bedroom, they can’t even deal with the fact that the woman they’re with is bigger than they are in all categories but one…and even then I goddamn well know I have a bigger metaphorical dick than some of the guys I’ve slept with.”

I chuckled, happy to see at least a glimmer of confidence return to a woman who seemed to feed on it.

“Well, I don’t want to speak for everyone on my side of things, but…to a lot of women, what are negatives to men are enthusiastic positives to lesbians…”

“You’re just saying that.”

“I’m literally not, Kim. Trust me. I mean, I’m not assuming anything about your sexuality, but, just…you would have your fan club if you ventured into that territory.” Of course, I didn’t quite want to tell her that I’d be a charter member in said fan club.

Kim sat and stared at me for a few agonizing moments. It was true that I was leading her toward things, but I didn’t want to cloud her judgment or coerce her.

“It’s not that I haven’t thought about it…”

“Really?” I leaned forward.

“Vi, I’m pretty sure every woman thinks about it…”

“Do they?”

Kim furrowed her brows at me and pursed her lips. “Vi, I’m allowed to keep my fantasies just that, fantasies.”

“Oh, they’re fantasies now? Not just thoughts?”

Kim laughed a bit and rolled her eyes at me. “I’m too busy today to get into this, and you’re slacking off on your first day of work.” Kim stood up and left a $50 on the table for the waiter. “Maybe take me out to dinner, we can talk…”

Kim walked away from the table, leading me back toward the office. I smiled to myself…and thought about telling all the details to Emma.