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CHAPTER ELEVEN

Since I’d started at AthenaTech, I couldn’t have asked for a better introduction. Finally, things felt stable for the first time in forever. Even when I was back at Mirobeat, I didn’t feel like I could really get all that comfortable because it always felt like the other shoe would drop at any moment. And then, I was proven very, very correct that said shoe did hit the ground with a thud that ruined an already miserable experience.

Maybe it was just because I could work with Emma, and reconnect with Kim, but it felt nice to be wanted and necessary in the office instead of just another tool that could be discarded in a moment. Even though, yes, my life had been sexually liberated beyond my wildest dreams in the last six months, the non-sexual parts of it were lagging behind until this point. Just like when I’d whined and moaned to Yara all that time ago about how I felt out of place and forgotten in the dating scene, I felt the same way professionally too, and it was clear that at least at Mirobeat, my newfound confidence was met with instant consternation and disapproval. But I was past that, I was in the loving embrace of Kim’s company and I was feeling good .

"You can't stop thinking about her, can you?" Emma said, a sly grin on her face as she noticed me looking at my phone again instead of the movie we were supposed to be watching. A movie that Emma would probably remind me that I had picked out and now wasn't paying any attention to.

"What?" I looked up, trying to shift the conversation from my preoccupation.

"You can't stop looking at Kim's Instagram. I can see the reflection in your glasses."

"I mean…" I said, stammering. "It…she left the conversation open but didn’t seem that interested.”

Emma sighed and paused the movie, turning toward me and bringing her knees up to her chin. She was ready to hatch yet another plan. "Vi…I know you aren't one to give up that easily, and…I have to admit, Kim's fucking hot, and I was definitely getting some vibes, especially when you were telling that story about Lucia.”

I groaned and covered my face, embarrassed that my girlfriend could see right through me, and Emma was particularly good at it. "She's my boss now, Em, and yours too…and I've known her forever, longer than even Yara. Kim and I went to high school together, we wore matching dresses to prom."

"You went with her to prom?"

"No…" I rolled my eyes, “like I said, she's…mostly straight, we were just…coordinating."

"Right. Matching dresses is a thing straight women do…" Emma giggled a bit, running her fingers through her hair. I felt my face go warm, and I was probably blushing, which of course Emma could tell because her eyes locked onto me and followed every movement. "Her tits are fucking amazing, though…"

"Em, this is a road that I don't think even I am crazy enough to go down. She dangled those ‘fantasies’ in front of me, but…Kim saved me by picking me up after getting fired. "

"Oh yeah, what a charitable angel, hiring an expert JavaScript coder who gets nervous about asking for a raise, I'm sure it was so tough for her to bring you into the fold so you can make her millions of dollars." Emma laughed.

"OK, fair, but…I just don't think she would…fully go for it." I said, letting my wrist go limp as I resigned to my fate.

"And you are comforting yourself to that reality by looking at her bikini pictures on Instagram?" Emma glanced down at my phone screen and then back at me.

I shrugged and looked down at the screen, swiping through more bikini pics and a couple of selfies. "Well I didn't say I wasn't going to ever fantasize about her ever again."

Emma's face relaxed and her expression went neutral, which by now I knew was a sign she was pouncing on something. "So show me the pictures of her you like the most. Tell me how they make you feel."

"Em…it's nothing, just an idle fantasy."

"And I'm here to stoke that idle fantasy and hear how much you want to fuck Kim's brains out. So show me."

I rolled my eyes, knowing this was a fight I had no chance at winning, especially since Emma could see all the physiological indicators that I was enjoying this. "OK…" I opened up the gallery on my phone and handed it to Emma, letting her scroll through. "That whole set there, in that little halter top thing…I mean, come on."

Emma swiped through the pictures, raising her eyebrows at some of them. "God…she would make a hell of a domme…she could probably pick me up with one hand."

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“I would die for that, Vi…”

I giggled.

"She would…ruin you…she would just destroy you…" Emma said, licking her lips, her eyes lighting up as she studied Kim's pictures. I knew her min d was running a thousand fantasies at once, wondering what Kim was like in bed.

I sighed, running my hands through my hair and laying my head back against the couch, feeling a pang between my hips. "Well, again, she's not saying she wants to jump in bed with me or anything."

"A star softball player, who wore matching dresses with her bestie to prom, who goaded you into telling a very explicit lesbian hookup story, who you haven’t talked to in ten years, who has no problem putting her tits against a woman's face when she takes a picture…" Emma turned the phone around to show me another pic of Kim, this time in a different bikini, but she was, in fact not concerned at all that her left boob was pressed against the side of her friend's face, "…you're telling me that this woman is completely straight?"

I squinted, thinking for a second. "No, but…”

“As someone who’s worked with her for a couple years now, I’m just saying, there’s definitely at least bi vibes.”

"Em…." I groaned, knowing I should have been more forceful in stopping this before my girlfriend could fully sink her teeth into it. But maybe part of me wanted Em to take control, to lead this somewhere new.

"If she was here with you, right now, and let's go hypothetical, say she said she wants to fuck you…what would you do to her first?"

I narrowed my eyes at Emma and considered telling her to drop it, but I knew that if I evaded now, she'd just ask again later. That, and the feeling in my stomach that I wanted to explore this fantasy but wasn't ready to admit it was spurring me to action.

"OK, hypothetically…I would ask her to unbutton her shirt and sit down on the couch."

"Mmm hmmm….and?" Emma put my phone down on the couch and sidled up to m e, adding intimacy to the situation, urging me to keep going.

"And then I would take my fingertips and run them under the edge of her bra cup, just to tease her."

Emma pulled her t-shirt off and revealed a pale purple bralette, which wasn't anywhere near filled out as much as Kim's bra was, but still gave me a jolt. "Show me how you'd do it…"

I brought my hand to her shoulder and trailed my fingertips over her collarbone and to the hollow between her tits, tickling the sensitive skin, which sent goosebumps down Emma's arms and a gasp through her lips. "Just like this…just enough that she'd feel it, but nowhere close to her nipple. Not yet, at least."

Emma's breath picked up and a whimper escaped at my touch. "Mmm…and then what…what would you do with Kim, Vi…"

"Well, then I'd run my hand over her breast, and I’d feel the weight of it." I reached across Emma and ran my fingertips over the side of her boob, squeezing the flesh slightly and letting my touch linger before moving on. "Her tits are so, so big, Emma…I can't even imagine how full and warm they would feel against my hand."

Emma shivered and moaned just a bit, the sight of it filling me with heat as well.

"Would you kiss her?"

I smirked and ran my hand down her stomach. "Well, of course. It's only polite, right?" I kissed Emma, mirroring the fantasy in my head of doing this to Kim. Emma pulled me in, pressing herself against me, and I imagined the feeling of Kim's huge tits shoved against my body.

Emma grabbed me by my waist and pulled me into her, a flash of desire overcoming my girlfriend. I knew she was thinking about this as much as I was, and it was driving her wild. "I think at this point you'd probably straddle her, right?"

"Seems as good of a time as any…" I said, and straddled my girlfriend, pinning her against the couch, my hips pressed against hers, the heat between us growing.

"So you're in Kim's lap, you've got her shirt unbuttoned and her tits spilling out of her bra…I bet she has a hard time keeping them contained, doesn’t she…” Emma's voice trailed off as her imagination took her away, her body responding to what was running through her head. "But you've shown incredible restraint in not taking her big, beautiful tits out of the bra. That's admirable, Vi…" Emma brought her hands around my back and grabbed my ass. I imagined Kim's powerful arms pulling me in, holding me down, giving me no way to squirm out even if I wanted to.

Emma pulled her hand back and then brought it down hard on my ass. "Fuck!" I said, yelping at the stinging pain and the warmth that rushed through me after. I squirmed in Emma's lap, rubbing myself on her stomach, my nipples straining against the thin material.

"Tell me what you'd do next. You want her so fucking bad, Vi. Tell me.” Emma growled.

I kissed Emma again, hard and rough, and then whispered in her ear as my heart rate went through the roof, my breath growing short, and I could feel myself getting more and more aroused as my panties rubbed up against her body. "I'd ask her if I could take her bra off."

"And at this point, what do you think she'd say, Vi?"

I shrugged. "Well, if this was really happening, she'd probably say no…but she's been really depressed, so I can imagine she's not having sex and would want some release."

"But in this fantasy…where Kim wants nothing more than to fuck your brains out…what would she say?" Emma smacked my ass again, urging me to engage the fantasy deeper, reveal more.

"In this fantasy…" I moaned, feeling Emma's body squirm beneath me, her arousal and her eagerness for me to tell her the dirty things in my mind, "she says yes…but she doesn't even give me the chance to take her bra off, she does it right in front of me."

Emma smirked. "Go on…"

"Kim is very much in charge, you see. So, she just reaches around back with her right hand and unhooks it. The clasp is doing so much work to hold her huge tits back, and when it releases…" I put my hands on Emma's tits, holding them, imagining Kim's perfect breasts under my palms. "…the bra practically pops off of her chest, unable to hold her back any more."

"Oh god, Vi, and what do you do after that…what do you do now that you know Kim wants it?”

I felt the rush of warmth through me. This was far past being a hypothetical fantasy at this point. My hands were shaking as I reached around Emma’s back, unclasping her bra. "Once I had Kim's tits out, I'd ask her if she wanted to see mine." I sat up straight and presented my tits to my girlfriend, knowing that my nipples were practically tearing through my t-shirt at this point.

Emma bit her lip and reached under my shirt, pulling my bra cups down and taking my nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. A rush of heat went through me as Emma squeezed and rolled them. "Does she know her bestie has pierced tits? Does she know she's a bad girl like that?" Emma tugged at the piercing, sending a shiver through my body.

"When do you think I would have had the opportunity to tell her that I had my nipples pierced, Em?" I chuckled a little, despite the overwhelming pleasure running through me.

"Maybe she saw it on Instagram, one of those pictures where the light hits just right and you can see the silver underneath your shirt. I bet she's looked, Vi." Emma pressed my nipples with her thumbs and massaged them, looking up at me with fire in her eyes. "Can you just imagine her looking through your Instagram, her cheeks turning pink as she saw how much of a wild little slut you were. Can you imagin e how wet that would get her, Vi?" Emma was teasing me, and I could barely stand it.

I couldn't answer her. My breath was hitching and my stomach was rolling with heat as Emma's fingers did their magic. I thought back to Kim looking at my pictures on my phone and her face turning red as she got aroused. Of course it may not have ever happened, but my head filled with images of Kim splayed out on her bed, my pictures on her phone, her hand down her jeans as she did the same thing Emma and me were doing right now.

"Maybe…maybe I should give Kim a call right now." I gasped as Emma's touch grew firmer. "Show her what her bestie's tits look like in the flesh…"

Emma raised her eyebrows. "No, no…that's for later…I want to know every detail of how this would happen before you and I make it happen…"

"God…" I closed my eyes and pressed myself against Emma. "I would…I would take Kim's nipples into my mouth. She'd moan so deeply when I did it, too…and she'd press my head into her tits. She's never had a woman suck her tits before, so I'm sure it would blow her mind."

“That you know of…maybe she’s been with women before, Vi…maybe she’s making all of this ‘I’m straight’ thing to get you to pursue her.”

“If she has, I’d make sure I would be the best she’s ever had.”

I leaned down and did the same to Emma, sucking her nipples, greedily taking the pink flesh into my mouth and tasting the sweetness. Emma groaned and wrapped her arm around the back of my neck, pressing herself against me. "God, you're fucking right she'd love this…fuck, babe…" Emma sighed and shuddered. "What then…she's probably pretty turned on by now…"

I giggled and ran my fingertips down Emma's sides and over her hips. "Well, if this is real and Kim has the same feelings as me, I'd have my head in betw een her thighs, licking her until she came."

"What if Kim told you to sit on her face so she could taste a woman for the first time?" Emma grabbed me, pulling me close and holding me down. "How would you react to that, Vi?"

"Oh…" I said, surprised at Emma's assertiveness, and feeling the heat surge in between my legs, my stomach going taut. "If…if Kim told me to do that…" I paused for a second, imagining the sight of Kim between my legs. "I would have her lay down on the couch, and I would warn her that it would be intense, and that she could stop whenever she wanted."

Emma pulled away from me and slipped under my thigh, laying down on the couch. "Would you keep your panties on, would you make her pull them to the side to get her tongue inside of you?"

I unbuttoned my jeans, kicking them to the floor. I leaned forward, feeling my panties slip up between my ass, my legs open and vulnerable.

"I probably would forget I was even wearing panties before I straddled her beautiful little face…" I moved up the couch and positioned myself over Emma's face, feeling her breath through the soaked fabric of my panties.

"I bet the moment you sat here…" Emma grabbed my panties and slid them out of the way. My breath caught and my eyes widened. "Kim's got you all nice and turned on already…can you imagine how wild she'd go when she tastes you for the first time?"

Emma grabbed the fabric covering my pussy and pulled it to the side roughly, tightening the thong harder against my ass, which felt wonderful. What felt more wonderful was Emma's tongue darting between my lips, the texture dragging along my most sensitive parts. I grabbed the back of the couch to steady myself.

"She'd grab your ass with those big, strong hands of hers, wouldn't she?" Emma said, and brought her hands around, cupping my cheeks in her palms.

"She would…oh my fucking god, Kim, you would…"

"Did you just call me Kim?" Emma looked up from below me, and even though I could only see half her face, I knew she was smirking.

"Maybe…" I smirked back.

Emma gave me another long, slow lick, the heat rising inside of me, my belly fluttering as her tongue reached between my folds, brushing against my clit.

“Keep fucking doing it…imagine my tongue is Kim's tongue, Vi…imagine how sweet your little slit tastes to her."

The thought sent another rush through me. I pictured Kim's face below me, my juices smeared across her mouth. Kim's muscular arms holding me, pulling me down on her face.

"Fuck…" I pulled my shirt off to give my skin a chance to breathe, the feeling of Emma's tongue inside of me, imagining it was Kim doing it, made me lightheaded, like my brain was carbonated.

"Imagine her lips on your clit…sucking, her tongue teasing it…feeling you for the first time. Tasting you." Emma put her hands on my hips and pulled me down. "She's better at this than you could ever imagine, Vi…Kim is licking your little pussy so well."

The tension inside of me was reaching the breaking point. I grabbed my tits, squeezing and pulling my nipples. Emma's tongue was doing its magic, flicking up and down between my clit and my lips, the heat building more and more until my toes were curling and my legs were shaking. It was so tough to keep myself perched over Emma’s face, but there’s nowhere else I would want to be.

I threw my head back, my breath hitching as Emma grabbed me and pulled me down lower, her ability to breathe be damned. "Fuck, Vi…Kim's gonna m ake you come, baby." Emma gasped, her words barely reaching my brain over the blood rushing in my ears.

And then Kim, Emma, whoever was between my legs right now, did just that. I tried leaning back, but Emma held me in place and didn’t let me move an inch. Her tongue penetrated me, going deeper than I thought it could, and my entire being went to jelly, my body shaking and wavering, prone to topple if it weren’t for Emma’s steady hand. I imagined how much stronger Kim’s arms would be, and before I even finished my first orgasm, my second had started, or maybe it was already my third. I couldn’t see straight, and my eyes rolled back, my mind unable to form any other thought other than telling me that I was fucking the hottest person in the universe, right now, and there is nothing I could do that would be more perfect.

I came down from the clouds and let gravity once again have control, my shoulders and back relaxing, the last embers of euphoria glowing dimly. She was, genuinely, too good to me. I pulled my hips up from Emma’s face, my legs shaking and spent.

Emma crawled up to the top of the couch, pulling me into a tight hug and holding me for a minute. "Fuck, I love you…"

I leaned over and kissed Emma, my taste lingering on her. "I love you too…but…I'm pretty sure Kim would want me to return the favor after she gave me such a mind-blowing orgasm, wouldn't she?"

Emma smiled widely and leaned back on the couch. "Oh yes…yes she would…"