Bug me not (FF) (very long) (part fiction)

There’s this coworker who just wouldn’t stop coming on to me. It would have been nice, except we both are women. I do have a share of a past lesbian experience-slash-relationship which I considered to be a “phase” however it had been haunting me since it began. I love the attention I’m getting but it just wouldn’t work out with me. As her advances drive me insane, I thought of writing what I would have wanted to do as opposed to actually doing it. Hopefully this could get it off my system, somewhat.

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It’s my application day, and I thought I looked appropriate for a plump 30-year old lady. Wearing my favorite button-down blouse tucked in my sleek fitting slacks, I thought I’d be able to land this job easily. Being a professional starting private practice needing a bump up in daily expenditure, I sure could use this extra job. I was set for a teaching demo that will decide if I get (officially) to be hired as a teacher. I was standing outside the room and this other lady approached me. I suspected she was a bit older than me or at least the same age as I. She was petite, hair tied back in a bun, wearing thick-rimmed glasses, chiffon blouse tucked in her skinny jeans, clutching what appeared to be a bunch of folders. She stopped in front of me and asked me what my name was. I said, “I’m Joey.” And she said, “Joey what?” I responded, “Joey Black” and she said, I’ll see more of you, Joey Black.”
I didn’t know why but she pissed the crap out of me and each moment I saw her since.

At the beginning of the term, I was introduced to the other teachers and I found out that the asking lady was named “Gina” and that she was unpleasantly obnoxious to me. She wouldn’t help me out or show me around when our superior told her to. Her visibly apparent dyke friend had the same unpleasant vibe. It seemed no one would help me discover first-term teacher things, and I was on my own. That didn’t stop me from being the nice gal I was. So nice, in fact, that I invited people out for coffee and drove people home when our schedules met. Gina had at least three times that she hitched a ride home to her apartment with me and when she and other work friends had snacks with me. I was beginning to feel less surly about her.

At the end of the first term, a bigger group of teachers had lunch out and she was part of it. I thought I heard one too many complements she was dropping on me throughout the ride back to the office. Things such as I was pretty, I was smart, I was kind, among other things- those were the stuff she was saying quite amply during the ride. I didn’t mind it then but I did remember.

At the big office event, I hosted the party. It was a holiday party and everyone was on casual mode, and one of the seniors even brought good booze for our lunch party. I prepared games, we had good stuff to eat, and I helped make all sorts of drinks with liquor, soda, and juice. It didn’t occur to me then that Gina’s preference to hitch a ride with me, sit beside me on the table, ask me drinks all throughout the party, and openly lap dance on a helpless nerdy geek (whom we all suspect to be a twink variant) were all some form of “peacocking.” It was only later that night, close to midnight, that she seemed too chatty messaging me. She came to a point where she told me a couple of things.

The messages sounded a bit like these:
“Hey Joey, you were amazing back there. I couldn’t get enough of you. Drive safely and take care. Gina”

“Thank you for being so kind. Have a nice evening!” – me

“You know it’s really funny… because my ex’s name is Joey. Haha.” – Gina

“He must be handsome then” -me

“Pretty, actually…” – Gina

“Oh! Not as pretty as me then, lol” -me

“You’re beautiful. Admirable and loveable. Don’t get me wrong. I admire women and I feel it’s quite easy to get along with you.” – Gina

“You’re very kind! Thank you for making me feel welcome.” – me

“I think I like spending time with you. It’s growing on me!” – Gina

This conversation started ringing bells. This was no ordinary conversation. I checked in with my few close friends.

One friend thought I was getting hit on for the first time in my life. And that it was a shame because it was from someone non-viable.
Another close friend was this guy who basically dumped me and stored me in the friendzone. He said, “That girl sounds like trouble. Don’t fuck around.” And I was like, “Nah she isn’t my type, but she does remind me of that hot lez past I had.” He continued to shake his head on me, he wasn’t a fan of my past (which actually was a consequence of him dumping me).
Another close friend is an abnormally hot covert dyke. She was the only one who said I should consider having the hot office fling, just to make sure no one was married.

I was starting to get my shit together and I decided on not blatantly refusing her, but to continue on being the good gal I was. This landed me on a lunch out with her after an office meeting. I thought it was better to have lunch with her than the older hags who did nothing but annoy the life out of anyone who was in the meeting. So we had lunch and talked a bit.

“I didn’t want to be in any sort of trouble. I’m now considering entering the monastery and becoming a nun.” – Gina

“Why a monastery? Aren’t you happy at work?” – me

“I feel like I need to cleanse myself and become one with the Lord.” – Gina

“You couldn’t have done anything THAT bad. I’ve had my own shares of misdemeanor if you call it that, and I viewed it as a challenge and an opportunity to strengthen my faith. And believe me, it was inappropriate to say the least. So it couldn’t be that bad.” – me

“But I did. Can we move to another place so I can tell you about it?” – Gina

Thinking it would be impolite to bail out on her expressing these core details about her, I obliged. We went to this casual backyard lunch place and ordered a cold beer for each of us and cheesy chillies. I urged her to go on if she felt like it or if she just wanted someone to hang out with I could be silent as a pillow. Her reply caught me off-guard.

“A pillow? Do you think it’s abnormal if I think pillows are so nice that I like to rub my clitoris on them?” – Gina

“That’s quite a bomb. Well we are entitled to be pleased with what pleases us.” – me

“I’ve always had this problem, I couldn’t seem to contain my desires, my urges. I think it’s why I ended up having a girlfriend I couldn’t keep and being a mistress to a married man for four times already. I’ve bever been able to find the perfect partner for me. It makes me feel like a dirty person unworthy of anything.” – Gina

“Listen, I told you I’ve had my share of trouble. You don’t have to feel dirty about yourself. I actually had an experience that tested my faith. I thought I was going to hell but I am still here.” – me

“I’ve had a girlfriend when I was in high school and we did things couples do. I couldn’t live with myself.” -Gina

“Well what is the problem, really?” – me

At this time I noticed she was looking at me quite differently, too intently actually. She was also licking her lips, I assumed because of the chillies. I had been licking my lips too and breathing quite quickly because I had a really hot chili with not much cheese in it. I started to notice that her foot was placed very closely to mine under the table and that she seemed to stroke the side of my shoe with the tip of hers.

“I like you a lot, Joey. Since the moment I saw you outside that room. I wanted to kiss you that day at the party.” Gina was continuing to touch her lip with her tongue and do that thing with her foot. I started to feel a great rising tension. I tried to be comical about it and attempted to ease out the situation.

“Do I hear you right? You like me? Pudgy old me? I’m not usually the objective of any form of like. You must be really nice that you’re making me feel nice. Haha this chillie is way too hot, I think I need more water!” -me

“I make you feel nice? I like that. And I can help you with your hot tongue. I can suck the chili out of it.” – Gina

“Wait, what? You can’t be serious, Gina. It’s just me. Did this one beer get to you? Snap out of it! Lol” – me

“I actually lke you a lot. I think you’re gorgeous, hot, intelligently sexy. It’s not the body size that matters, it’s the substance.” – Gina

“Well thank you for being so kind and regarding so well of me.” – me

At this time she was trying to touch my hand on the table but I moved it away. My foot remained where it was and I didn’t move it.

“You hide it so well but I know you like women too. Don’t you?” – Gina

“As I’ve told you I’ve had a trying experience in the past and it did involve liking another woman. But I felt bad about it.” – me

She urged me to tell my story, and I did tell her. She was a classmate from post-grad, we shared a room together, and more. I didn’t regard it as a relationship the same way she did. I wanted to end up with a guy eventually, and she couldn’t handle when I was asked out by guus during those four years of post-grad when we lived togethr. We didn’t end peacefully and that was the part I regret. She appeared to listen but when I really glanced at her, she had that intent look, had a sly smie, licking her lips. I looked away from her and tried to concentrate on my drink.

“You’re not interested in me even for a bit?” – Gina
She was coyly asking me that question.

“You’re really nice and I’m sure the right person needs you to wait patiently.” – me (and I didn’t answer her question, yikes.)

“You know, you’re single and I am too, don’t you want this hot little affair no one would know about? It would last you this term and you might enjoy it.” – Gina

I was flabbergasted at this, and I tried to laugh it off, shrug and laugh some more. Honestly it was absolutely fucking hot and I wasn’t referring to the blasted chillies. I felt myself getting aroused by her invitation.

“I think you’re getting too funny and that I need to use the bathroom. I’ll be back.” I rose from my seat.

“I could join you.” Gina was licking those lips again. I noticed that her blouse was unbuttoned two buttons down and that her bosom was clothed in lace. Argh. So fucking hot.

“The bathroom’s unsightly, you naughty girl. Stay here and we’ll get going soon.” – me

I took a tinkle and when I tried to wipe myself dry, I was nervously shocked to find that I was the total opposite. Fuck. She’s scoring. I continued to wipe myself and found that I was getting very sensitive and quivery after each wipe. I managed to clean myself up and headed back to the table. I thought to myself, I’d better get going before anything can happen.

That day ended with a lot of messages from Gina, alternating from advances and self-blaming. I responded once, saying nothing’s been undone and that we’re cool.

After that, she always came on to me. Whenever I had a class next to hers, she’d come in and say some weird small talk. She’d also glance while walking down the hallway. She told me on two separate occasions, how I smelled really good that she wanted to place her head on my neck, and how she wanted to take me to a dark corner and kiss me senseless. I appeared to shrug it off and chuckle as I tapped her on the shoulder before saying goodbye. It was actually fucktually hot that images of her ravishing me and being ravaged by me filled my mind. I tried to lady-fap my way out of that lingering desire. One day, she actually and literally came on to me while we were alone in a laboratory room, and touched the small of my back. She whispered to me that I looked hot and that she wanted to take me to her apartment that day. It took every ounce of strength I had to maintain composure and refuse her. That moment reminded me of how I did one day hide in an unoccupied classroom in post-grad and made out with the ex, clothes and all, fondling, dry humping with whimpers, and the excitement of not wanting to get caught. I just smirked at Gina and walked out of the room, casually saying “haha, see you around. Keep it together!”

One weekend, on a Saturday, she sends me a message, saying she dreamt about me. I thought she might really be so into me, probably thinking of me the way I was thinking of her. I didn’t respond to her and I thought of what I wanted her to say. I actually was thinking of her. How I could silence her. By fucking her senseless.

This was what I thought about:

It would have been very useful to have a small trip with her, a drive out of town going towards the mountains. We could have been assigned a room together, as I thought a few weeks ago when I was checked in at this fancy hotel during a conference. It was a small room with two single beds, a view of the city bordering the bay, a quaint and visibly accesible bathroom with a rain shower, and sheets soft as clouds. Assigned to the room together, we retreat back after a long day of work and booze with coworkers. Everyone else was set to retire, but the sexual tension was palpable between us, an energy surging through silently. Booze, specifically tequila will most likely lower my walls and warm my body. As it was my habit, I shower before going to bed and spray a light mist of perfume on my chest before climbing in the sheets. I could imagine her walking into the bathroom while I was spraying my perfume and saying how she was peeking through the blinds of the bathroom even as I covered it. Her petite body, covered in her buttoned blouse and boy-short panties, walked over to me. She put her hand around my waist and drew me closer to her. She placed her face against my tank top-covered chest and inhaled deeply. She told me how good I smelled and how it drove her wild. She reached for the back of my head with her other hand and drew my face closer to hers, biting her lips while she drew in another breath. She told me that she wanted me to beg her to fuck my pussy. I couldn’t stand it and kissed her lips, prying her mouth open with my tongue, tasting her lips, suckling her tongue. We broke that kiss and went uo for a breath. I told her that she needed to be silenced. She reminded me that I wasn’t begging her yet.
She then lunged at me and kissed me again, tasting every part of my lips and tongue, sucking my lips and smiling. She told me I taste really good and she couldn’t wait to taste my other set of lips. I was wearing lacy full-cut briefs that clung on to my curvy stomach. My love handles were expertly grazed by her palm while she moved her kisses to my neck and my ears. I shook as she licked my ears and placed her hand underneath the lace, her palm just on top of my mound of hair, her fingers eventually reaching my pussy.

I was unbelievably wet and the moisture betrayed what was left of my composure. Her fingers easlily slid between the lips, and found themselves against my hardening clit. She hissed at my ears, saying she knew I was hot for her and that I should tell her now how hot I thought she was. I kissed her again, harder, and held her closer. She broke off the kiss again and flicked my clit with her fingers, ordering me to tell her I was hot for her. I obliged, and whispered to her, yes I am hot for you. She laughed mischevously, nibbled at my lips while repeatedly rubbing her fingers on my clit. The wetness of my pussy provided her less friction and she easily slid wherever she pleased. She pulled me tightly against her and she grinded her crotch over mine with her hand in between us. “I will fuck your pussy.” I was breathing quickly and we made our way to the bed. She pushed me and I ended up sitting on the foot of the bed. I then became acutely aware of how my love handles would look, all bunched up lile that. I grabbed a portion of the thick blanket and tried to place it over myself. She noticed this and pulled the blanket away. She leaned in closer and kissed me tenderly on my neck, while saying softly, that I was beautiful inside and out, that I shouldn’t be ashamed, and she wanted to taste every inch and crevice of my body. She had her hand up my tank top and was touching me over my tummy and up my breasts. My nipples were getting hard as rocks and her fingers made their way to them. She laughed again and told me how I couldn’t hide how I enjoyed her touching me. I then pulled her toward me, landing on top of me over the bed, and had my hands onto her too, over her clothes. She hissed at my ears, “tell me to take my blouse off!” I obliged her, whispered into her ear, “take your clothes off!” She seemed delighted at this and swiftly took her clothes up and over her head, and in an instant she was naked except for her panties, which I felt soaked against my thigh. I slid her panties down and off her. She pushed me and I fell to the bed. She started doing that lap dance she did and rubbed her soaking pussy on my thigh while looking at me. I couldn’t take my eyes off her, and I tried to reach up but she pushed me again. She then crept over me, placed her chest over mine, her legs between mine, her face in front of mine. She slid her hands under my top and pulled it off me, now we were both naked. Her tits were brushing against mine and I felt her hard nipples against my chest. She again says, “you will beg me to fuck you.” I respond by kissing her again, moving down her neck and making broad licks over her collarbone. My hands couldn’t resist cupping her tits and flicking her nipples repeatedly. She breathed heavily and moaned while I fondled her. I bring my mouth between her tits and licked between them. Her skin was so warm, smooth, and I sucked on one side of her breast, leaving a small mark. I glanced up at her and said, “that will remind you that you were fucked by me too.” She rubbed her crotch against my thigh and it was more moist than it was. I reach for her breasts, licked at one nipple then the other, before putting on in my mouth and suckling it. She arched her back and moaned deeply. My tongue flicks her hard nipple. I unlatch myself and turned my attention to the other breast, suckling hungrily. Her hands were all over me, and her hips were starting to buck toward me. I inhaled against her chest and smelled her perfume, light and sweet, and I softly say how good she smelled. She pulled my lips to hers and lunged her tongue in my mouth, licking my tongue as I did her nipples. Her hands found their way to my lace panties, and she sat up, pulled the panties down, and set her body in between my legs. She told me to open my legs, and I did. She then dove down and smelled my mound, saying she smelled sex dripping off my pussy, and that I needed to beg her to fuck me. She spread my wet pussy lips, and found my hard clit. She sucked at it and touched my pussy with her tongue up and down.

It felt amazing, having my pussy eaten by her. Her sucking my clit was sending electricity up my spine, my wetness increasing its mess as she sloppily lapped at my slippery hole. I was breathing erratically, shaking and barely able to grip whatever part of the covers my hands could hold. She was making coarse humming sounds that sent small vibrations from her lips to my skin. I tried my best to keep still but her relentless pussy eating was getting too much for me to contain. I started grinding myself on her face. She then slid a finger in my hole and slid it in and out. She did so slowly, gradually increasing in speed. Her tongue would lick my clit as she did this. I was arching my back and moaning incesasntly. She then asked me, “will you now beg me to fuck you?” I breathed and tried my best to utter a yes. She said, “not until you eat my pussy.” I nodded, propped myself up on bed, reached for her lips and kissed her hungrily. Her mouth was wet, and after I licked myself off her lips, she whispered, “how do you taste?” I said, “I taste good on you.” She then said, “now it is time for you to taste me.” I placed her head on the pillow, had my one hand stroke her chest slowly, broadly, pulling at her nipples, taking one in my mouth and briefly suckling it. My hands found their way to her thighs, touched them lightly and felt how warm she was. Her skin was soft and smooth, and her mound was full. I lowered myself and found my face in front of her pussy. She smelled ready for sex and her wetness gleamed. I kissed her pussy lips and sucked softly at them. Her breathing went faster, and she started to writhe. Her one hand was holding me at my hair, the other on top of her, grasping at the pillow beneath her head. She was so wet that my tongue slid effortlessly between her pussy lips and found her engorged, hard clit. At feeling the stiff nib, my tongue flicked it repeatedly. She writhed at each time I did and pushed her crotch toward my face, rubbing it up and down. I stuck out my tongue and let just its tip stroke her clit. Her two hands held my head and she started to grind up and down my tongue. “Yes, that’s right, show me how much you want me,” she said. This excited me more and I slid a hand in her hole, while my tongue moved lower and found her tight asshole. My finger went deep in her flesh and clawed at her from within, while I lapped at her asshole. She let out moans and groans and stiffled a chuckle, saying “you really wanted this pussy” to which I responded by sliding another finger down her asshole and sucking her clit. She started to quiver more fiercely and breathed heavily. “I’m going to cum!” And I didn’t stop doing what I did. She shook uncontrollably and I felt her juices gush down on my lips and hand. As she let out a deep groan, she arched her back and moaned, before setting flat on her back. She pulled me up, kissed me and licked my lips. Her hand went down my pussy and she found it soaking and slippery. As she touched it, I couldn’t help but moan and rub myself against her hand. “You naughty girl,” she said, “beg me to fuck you so I can make you cum.” I then said, “okay, please fuck me.” She slapped her palm on my thigh and said, “be specific, ask me again.” I was close to losing it, and so I said, “please have your hot pussy fuck my fat wet pussy” and before I could make sense of it, she parted my legs and straddled me between them, placing her wet pussy over my equally wet pussy. She bucked her hips at me, her bare pussy sloppily rubbing on my shaved pussy lips. I saw her majestically grinding back and forth, with her lucious breasts swaying at each movement. I tried to prop myself up and met her with me grinding on her as well. Our messy wet thighs were slippery against each other, and she turned her head to me, moaning side by side, kissing and uttering groans of pleasure. I started to quiver too as I felt waves of pleasure building at each sway of our hips. She swayed faster and held me closer, and my head fell back in ecstasy. She licked my neck and whispered, “cum for me. Cum on my pussy.”

As she said that, I thought of how this woman who desired me so much was using my body for her own pleasure, how she had been wanting me for so long, and how skillful she was with her body. I loved how she felt me at my every nook and crevice and how she tasted me on her lips, and how my body displayed its wanton pleasure. “I’m close! Fuck me please” was the words that escaped me before waves upon waves of pleasure sent me on a pulsating orgasm. She held me while I came and when it finished we dropped on the bed. She rolled beside me and spooned. We fell asleep wrapped around each other.

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And that is what I will fap myself to sleep to tonight.

TL;DR- some lady from the office secretly aroused me and made me write all of the stuff I imagined doing with her.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/46vfuc/bug_me_not_ff_very_long_part_fiction