by Laurie Ames
Molly gave a wicked smile. “I will be gentle with you.” Ellen didn't know how, but suddenly her bra and skirt were being tossed to the ground. "How far do you want to go with this?" Molly asked.
Hell, all the way! I want to feel your stiff nipples rubbing against my belly as we eat each other out in a sixty-nine position.
"I don't know.” She lied, embarrassed by her thoughts.
"That's ok." Molly encouraged. "But I don’t think you are being completely honest with yourself or me.
“What do you mean?”
"When did you realize that you're lesbian?" Molly asked.
"I'm not," Ellen said. "I mean, oh fuck it, you know what? I think I am. I feel I could be a lesbian."
She touched Ellen's face softly. Then scooted closer and gently kissed Ellen's lips. “Something tells me you would like to try it lesbian and kinky.”
“Kinky?” What do you mean?
“You know, sex with a little dominance and submission, maybe some spanking.”
“Really? Right now? I barely know you.”
“It’s okay, not now but maybe another time?” Molly grinned wickedly.
"Mmmm yes, another time. I would like that,” Ellen said silently, anticipation quickly building within. “I might actually enjoy dominating and spanking you.”
“Ellen honey, no! It is I that will dominate you.”
“What! Well, I don’t think so. I uhhh...can we just make out some more?”
"I’d love that. I can't tell you how good that sounds to me," Molly said as she pulled off her own jeans and blouse, dropping them in a neat pile on the floor.
"God you look beautiful," Ellen said kind of giddily.
Molly again lowered herself between Ellen’s legs where the only clothing she had on were her thin lace panties. Her adrenaline was racing as Molly grabbed her ass and pulled her in close, so she was straddling her face. She began hovering a few inches above Ellen’s pussy, as if inhaling her delicious essence. She looked up for approval and Ellen’s eyes conveyed her gratitude. Neither woman was in charge as they touched each other. Neither woman was the dominant one as they looked into each other's eyes.
Ellen felt a shiver run through her body as she stilled herself for what she thought was coming next. Instead, Ellen slowed it down and started kissing her belly button. Ellen quivered from the slow tease. Molly then started planting little teasing kisses along her belly, causing Ellen to groan in frustration. She wanted it so badly, it was killing her. She had just orgasmed hard behind the hotel, so she couldn’t explain all this new sexual frustration.
Finally, Ellen felt her pussy surrounded by Molly’s warm wet mouth. Ellen braced herself against the couch, whimpering in frustration as Molly teased her throbbing clit with her tongue. It took her a while to recognize that she was grunting and moaning obscenely, but she didn’t care, this was far too good.
"Oh, Molly," Ellen moaned as Molly's fingers thrust into her pussy. “I need to taste you too.”
They swung into a side by side sixty-nine. Molly used her fingers to open the petals of Ellen's pussy, then dragged her tongue through the wet folds. Ellen's hips began moving faster, perfectly in time with her tongue. "Oh, Molly," Ellen sighed as Molly's hot tongue lapped at her pussy and suckled her clit.
Finally, Ellen’s tongue caressed Molly’s pussy, which was soaking with excitement. "Right there!" Molly cried out, her warm crotch slick with excitement. "Oh God," she shuddered as Ellen's tongue rasped at her pussy lips. As Ellen made love to her with her mouth, her fingers and her body, she fell into a place of pure bliss. Her tongue swirled around Molly’s clit. Her fingernails raked along the insides of her thighs. She squeezed her breasts.
With fingers and tongues, Ellen and Molly pleasured one another. Their orgasms were building simultaneously and they both cried out loudly.
"Oh, fuck!" shrieked Ellen as her body tensed. Her teeth clenched. "I'm fucking . . . I'm fucking . . . cumming!" Molly’s tongue was a blur, working over Ellen’s sweet, wet pussy. Ellen thrashed about, held only by Molly’s firm grasp, as the throes of her orgasm consumed her.
Molly then let out a scream that could be heard down the street. “Don’t stop, harder, harder, deeper!” Her body jerked wildly a couple more times as Ellen took her to the moon, then slowly brought her back down. Her fingers sloshed within her now-soaked panties, slowing but not stopping. She lay back in Ellen’s arms; spent and gasping for breath.
They cuddled into the warmth of each other’s body as they lost consciousness and fell into the darkness of sleep.
Chapter Five
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She woke up with a pounding headache. What had happened last night? Was she mental, or was she just trying to sabotage all she had worked for to this point? No way that had really happened. But it had, and just thinking about it did things to her body that she hadn't thought possible. She was usually very strict and disciplined, so Ellen couldn’t believe she had let herself get carried away with Molly like that.
She heard a loud ringing noise … what was that ringing? This is what I get for consuming alcohol Ellen thought, where was it coming from? Somebody please make it stop! It took her a while to realize that she was the only person around, Molly was gone.
The ringing persisted and slowly became clearer, Taylor Swift’s voice reached her as she sang on about another failed relationship. Where was her phone? She sat up in bed and looked around, spotting it protruding from under her bra on the floor. She got up from bed to answer the phone.
“Hello.” Her voice sounded ragged, like she hadn’t spoken in a while.
“Beau’s grandmother told me you walked out on him in the middle of your date.” Her mother’s voice was sharp and judgmental. “Was something wrong with him?”
“He’s not my type.”
“What exactly is your type then Ellen, because that man is every girl’s type.”
Well, not this woman’s type; last night’s escapade played in slow motion within her head. That wasn't her first lesbian experience, she’d had one during summer break—when her father had walked in on them --she had been very young and inexperienced, but last night was the first time it happened as a grown woman. And she had loved it. I know you like it. Molly’s voice echoed in her head. She wanted to feel Molly’s hands and mouth driving her crazy again. But no. She couldn't do this. Yet the great memories from last night still remained with her. She gave a little mew of pleasure as she spread her swollen pussy lips and began to rub her fingers up and down her slit. She began to use her other hand to rub her clit and spread her lips wide as her other fingers began working in and out at a feverish pace. Soon she had brought herself close to the edge and then stopped. Ugh, No, no!
“Are you still there, honey? Are you on the line?” Her mother repeatedly asked after not getting a reply from her.
“Yes mother.” Molly jumped out of bed. He shouldn't have thoughts like this, she knew being lesbian was now conventionally acceptable, but being the daughter of a business tycoon meant there were things not acceptable, and this was one of them.
She could still remember the shock and anger on her father’s face on that unfaithful day. From that moment, he had taught her that what she felt was evil and should be controlled. But it hadn't felt wrong. She ended the phone call with her mother and walked into her bathroom. She headed for the sink and splashed water on her face, using her calming technique, breathing in deeply while staring at her form in the wide mirror, then breathing out.
She was in charge, she was an authoritarian boss, and she was not going to let last night repeat itself. Ellen J. Page only takes prisoners…she does not become one.
*****
Last night had been intoxicating for Molly. There was something about Ellen that just lit her up inside. She couldn’t remember another time when she had felt so much chemistry and pleasure with another woman…and she’d had many. They hadn’t even had hardcore sex, but what they shared was incredible. Ellen had been so adorab
le in her innocence. Her being so drunk was way more exciting than the usual stiff businesswoman image that she had been cultivating. She was already envisioning them spending more time together–something she didn’t do when it came to relationships–even though there was a little voice at the back of her mind telling her not to mess with Ellen. After all, she was her boss and her investor! Things could go south real fast if she wasn’t careful.
Molly’s taxi dropped her directly in front of Teckit management, one of the biggest global investment companies in the country. She hadn't realized Ellen was “the Ellen Page” who's rumors of great wealth had been circulating around for so long. There were stories of how her father had passed on and willed that Ellen have an heir within 2 years of his passing or risk losing his great wealth to someone else. She hit her forehead mentally with her palm. She needed Ellen as an investor but was equally attracted to her as a lesbian. If Stella had taught her anything, it was to never mix business with pleasure, that alone was a recipe for disaster.
As she walked through the front door of the office, she decided she was going to act like nothing had happened. It was one thing to be a player but to play your investor was just bad luck.
She walked up to the lobby receptionist. The lady looked at her attentively, “Hello, Ma’am, how may I help you?”
“I have an 10:00 appointment with Ellen Page, how do I find her office?”
“You must be Molly; she’s been expecting you. Please use the third elevator on the left. I’ll buzz the elevator door open for you.”
Molly entered the elevator and waited patiently as the door closed behind her. There was only one button to press, the words directly below appeared to be gold inlaid and displayed the prominent words: Ellen J. Page.
After climbing thirty floors, the elevator door opened directly into her private office, a huge room occupying a corner of the building with floor-to-ceiling windows giving awe inspiring views in two directions. The two remaining walls contained a door, a low bookshelf, and a single oil painting. The black glass surface of her desk was equally uncluttered, a computer, a leather notebook, and a framed photograph of her mother.
"So, do you have anything to show me?” Asked Ellen briskly, still sitting at her desk, not bothering to look away from her computer.
What! No greeting or hug? Not even a handshake? How rude! And to think I had been considering taking things further with this woman. "Of course, I do.” Molly said. "Why wouldn't I?"
An expression crossed Ellen’s face as she looked up. "Oh…no reason…I would have understood if you didn't come in today."
"Oh, you mean because of last night?"
“Na-No, of course not.” Her face turning beet red.
“Oh, it must be because I sucked your pussy then.” There was a wicked glean in her eyes.
"No! I just---" she looked around to see who had heard, not remembering that the office was completely soundproof and the size of a giant conference room.
"This is a business deal; I'm not going to flake out on my first day because you had your tongue down my throat." She loved making Ellen feel uncomfortable, for some reason the cute way she scrunched her nose was a turn on.
“Had my tongue down your throat?” Ellen retorted with an astonished look. “You initiated everything.”
“Not the sex, all I wanted to do was relax with my boss and drink some booze,” She lied. “You were the one who started talking dirty and leading me on.”
"Could you please raise your voice?" Ellen told her sarcastically. "I don't think everyone heard that.”
"Which part? Oh, you mean the HAVING SEX TOGETHER PART--"
"Shush!" Ellen said leaving the back of her desk and closing in on Molly. She placed her hands over her mouth. That shut her up.
They stopped and peered into each other’s eyes, neither wanting to be the first to drop their gaze. There were shared feelings of guilt, shame and maybe fear. Molly must have sensed what was going on in her head because she took a small step back.
"I’m sorry,” she conceded. She didn’t want to give Ellen any stress, especially not after the kind of night they had yesterday.
“Sorry for what?” Ellen asked softly, stepping up close enough to feel her breath on her face. It shook her resolve a bit, maybe she shouldn’t do what she was about to do, maybe she should see where this would take them. She had never been in a relationship and never had the zeal to be in one, but Molly was all she had thought about since last night. On the other hand, she knew that even if this woman had feelings for her, Ellen’s family dynasty would not allow pursuing anything with Molly–at least not in public.
“For last night.” Molly said. “You are my boss and that was inappropriate, it won’t happen again.” And she meant it.
Chapter Six
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A few weeks had passed since Molly started working for Ellen, and she held true to her word even though it had been immensely difficult. Working on her evolving fashion line was by far the finest and most satisfying experience of her life. She couldn't believe how far she had progressed for a short amount of time and he owed it all to Stella for being her fairy god mother.
"You know I couldn't have gone this far without you, right?" Molly told her one morning as she handed her a cup of coffee. Stella had smiled and shook it off, but it was true, she had given a young inexperienced girl a chance, and turned her into a dynamo of a woman. Her designs were going into production next month and not only she, but also Ellen were truly thrilled with them.
Ellen. Working with her was not always easy. The sexual tension between them had only become more intensified. Ellen had consciously made a point of never being alone in the same room as Molly. Ellen insisted they never be unaccompanied, saying it was important to have her personal assistants around because they were there for professional support, but Molly knew differently. After what had happened the last time they were alone, it was all they could do to keep their hands off each other. She had more than once forgotten the promise she made, as she imagined reaching across to touch her, and then pulling herself back. She wasn’t going to let her attraction govern her life, and that was a big commitment coming from someone who had consciously stayed away from sex since she met Ellen. Her hormones were raging, and not in a good way. And definitely no late nights! Everyone knew what that did to a woman as sexually frustrated as she was.
It was Friday and Molly was to submit the final revised design before heading to the club to join her friends. The idea was to break this Ellen cycle and have some sex tonight, she didn’t care whose titties she sucked as long as the person met her standards. But she was already running late. She looked at the time, almost 10:30. She rolled up her sketches and put them in her backpack.
"I'm going home Stella," she said leaning into her open office door. She waved Molly away, not looking up from her computer. I will just quickly drop this sketch at Teckit and head home to change before going to the club…she thought. Hopefully there was no traffic, the weather was already changing, and she wasn’t looking forward to being stuck in the rain.
Her phone beeped.
Ms. Page wants you to bring the design to her estate home today as she will be traveling tomorrow.
- Mr. Raji.
Raji was Ellen’s secretary. Great! Now she had to go all the way to the other end of the city. Just my luck. It looked like it was going to rain. She really didn’t need this added work tonight. Molly hailed a taxi, and with any luck, she could be there and back in no time.
*****
Ellen heard a knock at the door. Who could it be at this hour? The rain was thundering outside which was unusual for this season, she was about to settle down and go through some documents and hoped it wasn’t anything serious.
"Who is it?" Ellen called through the intercom. It better be money calling or she would be very angry right now.
"This is Molly.”
Molly’s voice reached her, sounding oddly surprising. Molly? Why was she here?
"Your secretary said to drop my sketches here, that you were traveling tomorrow.”
Ellen opened the door and was blessed with Molly’s grace, all of it in wet and very transparent clothes. Her jeans were basically hugging her body, and she could see the outline of her cold rock-hard nipples through her sheer blouse. She had forgotten about telling her secretary to have any and all documents delivered at her house.
"What the hell woman! Were you playing in the rain?" It wasn't her business if Molly decided to take a bath in the rain, was it?
"Not like I had anything better to do!” Molly said just as sarcastically, then toned down her voice. “It was difficult getting to your house,” she said with a look of surprise on her face. "Why do you care so much?"