Sally's first lesbian kiss

        Sally sat at her desk trying to focus. She had a bit of a headache after last night but she knew that she did not show it. Not normally an early riser, she had spent extra time in front of the mirror this morning making sure that her face and the rest of her body showed no tell-tale signs of having spent the night out drinking. The whole time, her mind kept going over her first lesbian kiss.

        Absentmindedly, she rolled a pencil across her desk, hoping the sound would drown out the clock on the wall behind her head that softly and incessantly ticked off the minutes. She knew it was almost 10 AM. Shortly, she could walk outside for a break in the hopes that the fresh air would help get her mind off of Cheryl.

        Adjusting in the chair, she allowed her legs to part. The cool air of the room immediately tickled her shaved pussy making her realize that her curiosity over last night's events were making her wet.

"How could I not be wet?" she asked herself. Her mind replayed last night over and over. She remembered being a little drunk, the results of sitting in the bar wishing for a companion to spend her time with. She remembered spilling her drink on her co-worker’s shoes last night. She also remembered the flirty conversation in the women's washroom as they dried Cheryl's legs. She also remembered the kiss from Cheryl before they left the restroom.

        Her thoughts interrupted by the clack of high heels on the fake hardwood - laminate floor, she turned towards the door. Her heart skipped a beat as her eyes focused on Cheryl

        ""Sorry about last night!" She heard herself say as her eyes devoured the smile on Cheryl's face

        "The best part of my night was meeting you." whispered Cheryl as she stepped closer.

        "I just love your pin striped outfit... The stripes on the stockings are killer too." She heard herself say - wishing that her words had been more creative.

Sally's eyes slipped down from the twinkle in Cheryl's eyes to Cheryl's right hand as it moved across her belly. Sally heard herself inhale sharply as one of Cheryl's fingers hooked on the bottom of her skirt.

Sally felt her blood boil. She felt the cool air once again kiss and excite her damp slit as her thighs automatically slid apart to reveal her racing stripe to Cheryl. She exhaled sharply as she heard Cheryl's husky whisper.

Cheryl moved to sit on the bookcase - certain by Sally's revealed racing strip that she had made the right choice. Sally rose from her chair to follow. As her hands cupped her co-worker’s breasts through the tight top, she leaned forward. Their lips met in a longing kiss that steamed Sally's glasses. The heat in the room rising, both women let their thighs slip apart as they sucked face.

Between lingering kisses, Sally unbuttoned Cheryl's top. She paused for a shudder when Cheryl's hands grabbed the bottom of her skirt. Their lips locked again, their tongues fought for dominance as Cheryl yanked up Sally's skirt. Sally moaned, Cheryl's tongue in her mouth as she felt Cheryl firmly cup her exposed butt cheeks.

Completely enraptured by the moment, as thrilled by Cheryl's hands as the fact that her drenched slit was exposed to anyone that should enter the room, Sally dropped her right hand, allowing her fingers to caress Cheryl's belly before they slid down over her skirt to find the hot, damp, spread, pussy underneath. Rubbing the outer lips as if they were her own, Sally forced her tongue into her friend's mouth as she slipped her finger between wet, blood-engorged lips. Her finger, seasoned by having spent countless hours in her own slit, slipped into her friend for some added moisture before it climbed up to reduce her friend to a hard-breathing, quivering mass of moans as it fondled her clit in the not-too-gentle way of a woman in need.

in her chair with Cheryl's soft kisses almost burning her as her co-worker's talented mouth massaged her breasts and her belly on it's way to the moisture accumulating below her racing stripe.