by Bella Donnis
“Well what about you? Are you seeing anybody special right now?”
The query didn’t sound like she simply wanted to know the answers to the usual polite questions – there was some genuine interest there. Jayne was also dying to know the answer to that very question about her. She let out a laugh, “Are you kidding me? On my pay grade, I can barely afford to eat.”
“That’s such a pity. A pretty girl like you should be happy with somebody.” Astrid paused, looking at her with soft eyes. “If you don’t mind me asking – You do like women don’t you?”
“Hah, well I guess I make it fairly obvious.”
“I think it’s pretty cool – You seem very together with it all!”
“Well there’s no other way to be about it.” It felt odd, talking about being a lesbian in such close proximity to Astrid. Nothing had been picked up on Jayne’s gaydar, which was a great pity. Had there been the slightest inkling she was even bi, it would be more than worth attempting to get in her pants tonight. “So how about you? A stunning lady like yourself must have guys throwing themselves at you.”
The waiter appeared from the side, holding a bottle of wine and two glasses. “Excuse me madams – A gift from the gentlemen at the bar.”
Two tall men in suits, stood, half leaned against the bar trying to appear aloof and cool. One of them gave a small wave upon catching Jayne’s eye.
Astrid looked back to the waiter. “Thanks, we’ll take them. But can you make them aware, we’re having a private company party and would not like to be disturbed.”
“Yes, madam!”
“Wow, you certainly know how to deal with generous men.”
“If I spoke to every guy who tried to buy me off with drinks I’d have no time for anything else.” She was annoyed, probably offended by the gesture. “I mean, do they really think they can buy us wine and we’ll just fall into their arms? What does it say about any guy who’d try such a thing?”
“I agree! You can see why I gave up on men many years ago.” Jayne took the opportunity to stare down Astrid’s luscious cleavage while she scowled at the two men.
“Well, sometimes I think things would be a lot simpler with a woman – And it’s hard to find a guy who has the slightest idea of how to satisfy a girl where it matters.”
“Hah, I can’t help you there love – Never had a guy in my life.”
“Really?” Astrid looked over to Abdul, who’d spent the last few minutes stealing glances at the new girl. She then looked back to Jayne and spoke with a lowered voice. “You asked earlier if I was seeing anybody. Well I’m not!”
A shiver shot up Jayne’s spine. What was that? Why was Astrid making a point out of being single? And not just single, but also condemning men and all their flaws. Jayne wondered how she should play this, realising she was probably in with a shot of burying her tongue deep inside Astrid’s pussy tonight. “Well, you’ve just started a new job. Maybe a new partner right now would be bad timing.” But that was playing it too safe. No - if she was going to sleep with Astrid tonight, then she’d have to be at least a little bolder. Astrid was clearly a girl who could have almost anybody, yet was fed up with half-baked, gutless pickup attempts made by men who used waiters to do the leg-work for them.
“You’re right about that! I’m not looking for a new partner, but a little fun wouldn’t hurt anybody.”
Abdul shot to life, straightened in his seat, said something to Mrs Bateman, then pulled their two untouched shots closer. “Here you go babe, doesn’t look like the boss and her husband want these so looks like there’s more for us.” He slid an absinthe in front of Astrid, keeping hold of the other glass.
“Oh, that’s ok. Looks like we’ll be fine with the wine.” She slid the shot back towards Abdul.
“You mean you’re not getting pissed tonight love? On your initiation? I’m not having this – Down it!” Abdul spoke with feigned aggression, but not taking no for an answer.
“Looks like you’re not giving me a choice, Abdul.” She picked up the glass, chinked it against Abdul’s and downed the fluid.
Abdul wheezed for a breath before slamming the glass to the table and returning to his beer. “Look at those two. Nice isn’t it!” He nodded his head toward Angela and her new boyfriend who’d been lost in each other all night long. “There’s nothing like new and exciting love is there!”
“You can say that again Abdul.” Astrid humoured him – something which appeared lost on Abdul.
“So Astrid, tell me about your workout regime.” Jayne came to the rescue and took a small delight in the flash of rage which shot across Abdul’s face.
Astrid turned her body back to face Jayne, pushing her knee into hers as a gesture of thanks. “Well, Jayne, I workout five times a week.” She winked at Jayne, “I like to keep my body in tip-top and trim condition.”
Jayne couldn’t figure out if Astrid was taunting Abdul, or trying to turn her on. Of course, Jayne herself worked out regularly because she enjoyed possessing the same kind of body that she also found devilishly attractive in other girls, which Astrid had in spades. If the conversation was leading in this direction, then her head would likely turn to mush. “Well you certainly do have one fit body!” She said loud enough for Abdul to hear, then leaned closer to Astrid’s ear to whisper, “Your legs are incredible!” She knew it was the wine speaking, but she didn’t give a damn. If she made a fool out of herself by taking a chance and being rebuked by this beautiful woman then she’d be out of the office after this week anyway. She wanted so badly to run her hand up the inside of Astrid’s thigh right where she sat, but there was that company reference to think about, not to mention Astrid’s reputation around the office.
“You are quite the player aren’t you!” Astrid whispered back and Jayne felt a hand on her thigh below the table. The same inhibitions that Jayne had, clearly weren’t mutually shared.
A bolt of electricity which could only be interpreted as exhilaration shot through Jayne’s body. Ok, maybe she was bi, or at the very least was up for a fuck. Straight girls didn’t go around touching gay women like this – Or at least, Jayne had never known it to happen. Jayne usually loved playing things subtle, yet she sensed a different strategy would be required with Astrid. If indeed a strategy was required at all, for she seemed to be making moves on her – or at the very least was sending mixed signals. Sure, Astrid’s hand was even now resting on her thigh, but there was something not quite right. How could it be this easy? Perhaps she was simply gagging for a guaranteed climax from a woman who knew what she was doing? Maybe Jayne should simply relax and enjoy the evening, sitting next to a beautiful woman and seeing where things might lead.
She knew she should capitalise on the small move made by Astrid and so Jayne’s hand wondered over Astrid’s thigh. The thin material of her dress prevented contact with her skin, so Jayne slid the fabric higher up her leg and placed her hand on the inside of her thigh. God this was exciting - The entire accounts department sat round the table, including the boss and a drooling Abdul, all the while Jayne and Astrid touched each other out of eyeshot of their colleagues. And it was safe to say Jayne no longer cared for that reference – She was hot, turned on and hoping for a release after leaving Bar Francois – The kind of release that could only be brought about by two fingers and a hot tongue.
Jayne took hold of her wine, taking a small sip while rubbing the inside of Astrid’s thigh. The flesh was smooth and supple and she could not remember a time she’d been so brazen. Her fingers changed tact and now lightly grazed skin. She felt a shiver from Astrid as she glanced closer to her pussy.
Abdul sat forlorn, making occasional texts on his phone while also taking any opportunity to stare down Astrid’s top, not that Jayne could berate him for that for she’d lost count of the amount of times she’d also taken any opportunity to do the same. Mr and Mrs Bateman were now at least engaged in conversation and since they sat opposite, Jayne was happy they were distracted from her busy hands below the
table. The two love birds to the right of Jayne were so deeply involved in each other, she doubted they’d notice if she took Astrid right then and there on the table top. As long as Abdul didn’t notice anything untoward happening, mere feet from where he sat, then Jayne was happy to take the chance and have some fun.
Astrid took a sip from her wine glass, while removing her hand from Jayne’s leg and placing it on her roaming hand. Astrid drew Jayne’s hand into her pussy, applying a small amount of pressure as if to say – do me.
Jayne felt the moisture through what felt like lace underwear. But more than that, it was now obvious that this Goddess of a woman desired Jayne just as much. She felt lightheaded at the thought of having her naked in her bed. She rubbed a finger lightly over Astrid’s clit, who took her wine glass, tipped it back, taking in some of the fluid in order to disguise her naughty pleasure.
Jayne moved a finger inside the fabric that clung to her pubic area, twirling it around her moist digit and giving it a tug, stretching the material before letting it snap back into position. The underwear smacking against Astrid’s soft skin made a high-pitched sound that Jayne only just made out. She smirked to herself and saw that Astrid also beamed with delight.
“I’m going to the bathroom. Wait a minute and excuse yourself!” Astrid stood, squeezed passed Abdul and exited the booth.
From the look on Abdul’s face, he took pleasure in having Astrid’s leg press against his knees as she left. He shamelessly turned his head, staring at her ass as she walked down the gangway toward the bathroom. He turned back to the table, picked up his beer while puffing out his cheeks. How shameless – Men had no subtlety.
“So – I see you two seem to be getting on like a house on fire.” He said sliding closer along the bench. “You don’t happen to know if she’s single do you?” That man’s poor wife.
“Excuse me one minute, I’m just off to the bathroom.” Jayne stood, thankful to be away from that creep.
As she walked along the gangway, the adrenaline pumped through her causing a burst of pleasant feelings to course through her body. There were mutual feelings of attraction going on between Jayne and Astrid and any former animosity or envy that may have existed had now given way to sheer lust and a sexual craving she had not sensed in a long time. Astrid would be permitted to do anything she wanted to Jayne and she prayed it would happen tonight.
Nerves pulsing through her body, Jayne pushed the door open to find Astrid perched on the wash basin, her slender legs dangling over the side. Perfection – It lay right in front. “Hi.”
“Hi you.” Astrid leaned back on the countertop, thrusting her boobs outwards seductively. Big blue eyes stared directly, intense at Jayne. “So – What are you going to do to me?” For the first time, she looked like an innocent and sexually inexperienced girl. A girl who needed teaching a few lessons – In pleasure.
“Jump down from there.” Jayne relished taking a lead and loved the surge of power that flowed through her.
Astrid hopped down from the countertop, heels clattering on the tiles and she slipped. Jayne reacted fast and caught onto her body in the early stages of her forward inertia. Their arms wrapped round each other’s shoulders, their faces – lips inches apart.
Astrid laughed, flicking hair from her face. “I guess there goes the illusion.”
“You are everything I love in a woman. The illusion is still there!” Jayne watched the smile turn serious and moved errant strands of silky blonde hair from Stacy’s face. Her fingers grazed Astrid’s delicate jaw before moving her face toward Astrid’s wide, red lips. She held it there, inches apart and stared into her blue eyes, then down again to her lips. Rose petals filled the small space between them and Jayne lost herself in the aroma. She closed her eyes and slowly brought her lips to connect with Astrid’s. The taste of wine was crisp in her mouth, their tongues connected and explored the other. Jayne brushed a hand through blonde locks and felt Astrid’s hands run down her own body.
“Wait – Not here, babe! I want you in my bed tonight!” Jayne continued taking charge of the situation. “Let’s make our apologies and get a taxi.”
“Now that sounds like a plan.”
“You go and I’ll follow in a minute, babe.” She examined Astrid’s perfect hourglass figure from behind as she opened the door and left the bathroom.
Well that could not have gone any better. It was on! Sex lay ahead tonight. Thankfully, Jayne’s flat was merely a ten minute ride away. That would be sure to be one frustrating cab ride but once home, Astrid was getting locked in her bedroom and that door was not opening until morning and possibly beyond.
She straightened her hair in the mirror and noticed the big grin stretched across her face. If anything would give them away to the rest of the party back at the table, it was sure to be that. Oh well – At that moment, she didn’t give a damn what anybody else knew.
As Jayne strode back to the table, she noticed Astrid was not there. Where was she? Panicked, she looked about the room. Then she spotted Astrid’s long legs and black sequined dress stood by the bar.
With two men.
*
“So, we can’t get you both another drink?” The shorter of the two tall guys with heavy stubble asked.
“No, you’re alright – We were just about to say goodbye to our friends and leave.” Astrid told the two men who had the waiter bring the wine over earlier.
“What? So soon? But it’s still early.” The clean shaven of the two tall men said.
“Well we have other plans.” Jayne told them, annoyed and frustrated this shenanigans was postponing having a naked Goddess in her bed. She took Astrid’s hand and motioned to the door.
“Aye hang on their love, hang on.” Stubble said, putting his hand on Astrid’s arm.
“Yes?” Jayne asked, intervening.
“Well, what did you think of the wine we bought you both? That was fifty quid a bottle!”
“Thanks a lot for that, it was tasty, dry and crisp.” Astrid told them, “but we’re not for sale. You’ll have to try harder than that.”
“So that’s it? You’re not giving us even a few minutes of your time?” Smooth asked, sounding quite desperate now.
“Nope, sorry.” Jayne said pulling Astrid away. “You’ll have to do better than that boys.”
“We weren’t talking to you anyway. It’s pretty fucking obvious you’ve never had a man in your entire life.”
Oh how smooth Mr. Smooth turned out to be. Jayne rolled her eyes, sniggered to herself and squeezed Astrid’s hand. They strode toward the door, putting that unpleasantness behind them and then Abdul appeared in the periphery with outstretched arms, swaying as he walked.
“Girls – Ladies. Where you off to? It’s Friday night and it’s still early.” Abdul said, alcohol thick on his breath. He glanced across from Jayne and took a sustained look at Astrid’s cleavage.
“Oh Abdul – Can you say goodbye to Mr and Mrs Bateman for us. Things could get a little unpleasant if we stick around so we’ll see you all back at the office on Monday.” Jayne said to preoccupied eyes.
“What? I’m not having this!” He manoeuvred himself between the two girls, linking elbows and marched them toward the bar. “Friday fucking night? I don’t think so! I am not taking no for an answer.”
“You’re a real cheeky one aren’t you Abdul!” Astrid said, sassing the man.
“Thanks!” Abdul said taking his eyes away from Astrid’s boobs for long enough to make eye contact with the barman. “Three shots of JD please mate.”
“Abdul, we really were about to leave.” Jayne said while looking over at the twins round the other end of the bar, relieved they were now ogling other women.
“Not hearing it love.” He put up a hand as if to block her words then turned back to Astrid. “So where’s your fella tonight then?”
Very smooth. Astrid looked as though she contemplated not answering the question. “I don’t have a ‘fella’ Abdul.”
“What? A
gorgeous bird like you without a fella – What on earth is going on? We’ll have to do something about that won’t we.” He put an arm round her, pulling her into him.
“Well where’s your wife tonight Abdul?” Jayne asked, the makings of anger building in her on seeing the displeasure on Astrid’s face.
“Who? Don’t know what you’re talking about.” Astrid blanched from the stench of his breath.
“Ok, Abdul it’s been a good night, but we have to go!” Astrid pulled away from his arm.
The barman laid three shots down, uncomfortable from the minor altercation.
“Here we go girls – JD – the cause of and cure to many of life’s problems.” He chuckled to himself, handing a glass each to the girls.
“Abdul – You’re not listening! We are leaving – Say goodbye – We will see you on Monday.” Jayne linked her arm around Astrid’s and tried to move.
“Yeah? Well I wasn’t talking to you anyway – Fucking dyke! You’re leaving in a week anyway, so why don’t you just fuck off!” He downed his shot, returned the glass and tried to yank Astrid from Jayne’s grasp.
A row of sequins came loose from Astrid’s dress, whisky spilled down her front. “Look what you’ve done!” She slapped him hard across the face and he reeled backwards against the bar.
“What is going on here?” Mr and Mrs Bateman stood behind the trio having just made their way from the table.
Abdul recovered and straightened up, “I was just having a little fun Mrs B – Completely innocent here.” He held up his palms in a defensive gesture.
“Well that’s not what it looked like from where I was sitting. Up to your old tricks again I see Abdul. Karen told me all about what you tried to do to her.” Go Mrs Bateman, show him what happens to serial creeps. “I think we need to have a little chat Abdul. Over there at the table.” She pointed to the corner where Angela and her boyfriend stood putting their jackets on.