[FF] Lucy & Nicole: The Beginning

Lucy & Nicole started off as prompts for DPP, but I am realizing I really want to turn it into something long-form and tell an actual story. Though I used the [FF] tag, Lucy is trans. Feedback/Collaboration most welcome.

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The first time I saw Nicole was two weeks into my new job. I had just moved to the city, excited by my transition and a new life, and I was determined to make an impression at one of the top tech firms in the city. But, when I heard the commotion and looked up from my fancy, new laptop, I froze. She was entirely and undeniably drop-dead gorgeous. Her skin was flawless, tanned, and radiated something intoxicating and as she made her rounds to a warm welcome from her vacation, she smiled brightly. She giggled with her whole body. All eyes were on her. I watched her in awe.

And then, our eyes met and her beaming smile slowly faded. I felt my breath leave me as her hypnotic blue eyes remained locked on me. I looked away, back down at the screen and started typing gibberish.

“Hello, you’re Lucy, right?” her voice beckoned after a brief moment. Her slender frame loomed over me, wrapped in a brightly printed dress that accentuated a modest cleavage and a proud and shapely rear.

I looked up, felt my cheeks flush, and nodded. “Um… yes, hi,” I said, smiling, raising from my chair and offering a hand.. “You must be Nicole, I’ve heard a lot about you.” She took hand in her fingers, and yet her gaze remained on my face

She paused, her lips slightly parted. “You’re fucking beautiful,” she said, suddenly and mercifully. My mouth dropped open and my eyebrows went up, and that burning sensation in my cheeks overwhelmed me.

“Um… thank you,” I managed, trying to hide my embarrassment with a smile.

“Just… beautiful ” she murmured, her brow furrowed in scrutiny, until she looked deep into my soul and flashed me a brilliant smile. “It’s lovely to meet you Lucy, I’ve… heard a lot about you too.” Her gaze dropped for a second. “I have to run, but let’s hang out soon, okay?”

Nicole was the Executive Assistant to the founder and CEO of the company, Roger. That much I knew was true. But if the rumours I picked up on in my first two weeks were also true, she was much more than his assistant – she accompanied him on business trips, as expected, but she also accompanied him to his hotel rooms, she had a bottomless expense account, had her own personal driver, and has been instrumental in swaying Roger’s decisions on several key business deals. Or so they say. But, as she walked away from my desk, flashing me another smile over her shoulder, I was twisted about what she might have heard about me. I had my own rumours mulling about the office, probably originating at Human Recourses.

I soon discovered that whether Nicole was fucking the boss or not did not matter to me – she was a sweetheart. Over the next few days, pleasantries quickly turned to what I hoped would become a real friendship. She popped by my desk a couple of times a day just to say hello, and she always found something to compliment me on – my clothes, hair or nails, and she always seemed sincere. She was bubbly and flirty, and I was smitten. Her beauty wasn’t exactly classic or elegant – more Instagram than Hollywood, and yet she carried herself with no assumptions. All the men in the office fawned over her, a lot of the women rolled their eyes, but she didn’t seem to care. I liked that.

One morning she invited me to lunch for the first time. Joe, her driver, picked us up a noon in a large black SUV and drove us to an upmarket restaurant where there was a table waiting the moment we stepped through the front door. She ordered a bottle of white wine, shushed my reservations… She looked beautiful as always – her dirty blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail, big hoop earrings, deep red lips, and a short but flowing black dress. She asked me about my work, gave me some advice about the marketing of a new product the company was going to launch, and was full of compliments as always. We were halfway through our meal when she looked at me through long, dark lashes and scooted closer to me in the booth.

“So… is it true?” she asked softly has she moved her food around a fork.

I stopped mid-breath. “Is what true?”

She smiled and her gaze lowered. I felt my body tense up, my heart immediately pound in my chest. It was never a secret and I was not scared to tell the truth. It’s just that no one had yet dared to ask until now, and it took me by surprize. Still, I hesitated for a second – I liked her – then lightly nodded.

“Can I see it?” she asked, batting her eyes up at me.

That did take me by surprize and I almost choked. My eyes widened, and I felt that familiar stirring between my thighs. My knees pressed together all on their own and I was suddenly scared. Nicole had been flirty and seemed to say whatever she wanted whenever she wanted, perks of being the boss’s lover, I guess, but then again, she held an executive position, high up in running the company and, flirtation aside, her question seemed like sexual harassment. At the time, I wasn’t sure.

“Nicole… I… I don’t know,” I said, trying to keep my composure. “Why do you want to…”

“Lucy, you’re really beautiful and… I’m… I’m just curious,” she replied, giggling. “Come on, haven’t you ever been naked with your girlfriends? You know… as friends? Checked each other out, compared each other’s bodies?”

I frowned, before her eyes narrowed and she whispered to me in a tone I had not heard before. “Come on babe, don’t be a prude.”

The accusation made my mouth drop and my eyebrows rise, and I stared at her bewildered. “I am *not* a prude,” I replied with a smirk. “Okay… fine. I’ll show you.”

“Right now!” she said, her eyes suddenly beaming before she got up and grabbed my wrist.

“Wait, what?”

“Come on!” she whispered, before practically yanking me out of my chair. She led me through the busy restaurant, down a darkened hallway, and into the luxurious ladies’ room. I stood awkwardly as she checked the stalls and then locked us inside. She turned to me with a plump, red lip sucked between her teeth, her eyes already lowered.

“You’re crazy,” I whispered.

Her high heels clicked loudly against the tiled floor, echoing in the sudden silence. “Show me,” she whispered and stepped closer.

I scrunched my lips as I felt my body betray me beneath her gaze. I wanted to remain casual, to keep my cool. I wanted her to like me, but the stirring between my thighs ticked away with each pulse of my heard as I reached beneath the hem of my lavender dress. Hooking my fingers into the black lace, I slowly peeled my panties down my thighs until they draped across my knee-high boots. She looked up at me with fire in her gaze before I slowly raised the front of my dress.

Her jaw went slack, and I saw her breasts rise with her breath as I revealed my smooth, naked, semi-erect cock. With every twitch, it rose in the air, thickening until it stood perpendicular to my body, pointing right at the transfixed blonde. She bit her plump, lower lip, and inched forward.

“Does it get… bigger?” she whispered and reached out a hand.

I could only nod and whimper as I felt her glossy black nails lightly graze against the underside of my length in a come-hither motion. She spread out her fingers, opening her palm upwards, and slowly slid her my cock across her hand until she was gently massaging my smooth, tight balls.

“So smooth,” she purred and looked up at me with a conspirator’s smile on her face. I could only nod again as I tried to keep from moaning, but I failed as I felt her fingers curl around me, squeeze once, and then start to slowly stroke. “That’s it. Get hard for me Lucy,” she whispered, making me shudder and whimper softly before she suddenly squatted in front of me and slid my cock into her warm, wet mouth.

“Oh shit!” I gasped, my eyes going wide as I watched one of the sexiest women I have ever met swallow my cock. Her thick lips stretched around my throbbing shaft, pulling as her cheeks sunk in, her upturned eyes now just narrow lusty slits, looking up at me as she slowly fed herself my aching, needy dick. I saw it before I felt it, and when I felt the soft, wet, sucking heat of her mouth, I mewled and grabbed the counter on either side of me, leaning back on my arms, my head falling back.

She said nothing and bobbed her head in a steady rhythm, and I did my best to reign in my moans until the only sound heard was the wet sucking that filled the bathroom. I bit my lip, feeling my long dark hair drape across my face as I looked back down to see her eyes closed as she held the base of my cock, bobbing and sucking, squatting in her heels with her knees far apart. I bucked when I saw her free hand slide between her thighs.

As I was trying to keep upright in my own heals, leaning back against the marble counter, Nicole moved her hand from the root of my shaft and lifted my dress high above my hips. My body tensed and shuddered as she slid her hands over my hips, her long nails torturing my sensitive skin as she kept her incredible mouth around me. Her wet lips slid over the sensitive ridge of the head of my cock, bobbing her head in short, fast strokes, and I could feel my nectar run through my length, my precum pouring into her mouth. She knew what she was doing. Suddenly, she rose raise her whole body a couple of inches and thrust her head down, deepthroating the entire length of my cock in one swift, hungry motion.

“Nicole!” I moaned as I felt her throat muscles swallow around the head of my cock, milking my shaft with her velvety, soft, undulating muscles. She even managed to slide out her tongue and tease my tight balls. Then, as she held me there, buried in her throat, she blinked and looked up at me. It was all it took. My long nails clicked against the marble as I felt my body shudder once more, a wave of intense pleasure passing through me, building within me, rushing through my hard, pink, cock. Nicole sensed my release, pulled me from her throat, and just as the head of my cock slipped across her tongue, my cum poured into her mouth with a force that surprized me.

The sheer amount of cum must have surprized her because her eyes snapped wide open and she mewled as I bucked between her lips. She stopped bobbing and started to slowly stroke my as she nursed on the my sensitive cockhead, making me fire over and over across her tongue. I had to reach up and cover my own mouth to keep myself from screaming, the sheer intensity almost knocked me off my feet. I had never felt anything like it before. *Ever.*

Nicole slowly stroked and sucked the rest of my orgasm into her mouth before pulling her lips carefully from my pulsating cock. Our eyes met again as I pressed a finger to my lips, drawing my lower lip against a pink fingernail as I watched her with need and admiration a she swallowed.

“Fuck!” she grinned, running her tongue over her bright teeth. “That was good. I knew would be.” She kept one hand on my hot, bewildered cock as she effortlessly raised up onto her feet again. She pressed her body against mine. “You are just about the most delicious thing I… have… ever… eaten,” she purred, punctuating her words with wet, smacking kisses against my lips, before suddenly shoving her tongue into my mouth. The remnants of my orgasm filled my mouth, the sweet and pungent taste fogged up my mind. I raised my hands to pull her into me, but they remained hovering in the air as our lips mashed together and our tongues wrestled.

“Let’s get out of here,” Nicole whispered, grinning wildly. She squatted again and worked my black thong over my boots.

“What about work?” I asked, trying to catch my breath as she carefully lifted one of my legs and slipped my panties off.

“Relax babe,” she smirked, placing the thong in her handbag. “You just got promoted.”

Minutes later we were sliding into the leather backseat of Nicole’s SUV. I was giddy and nervous, and the second Joe shut the door behind us Nicole pressed her body into me. Her lips found my neck, and one of her hands grope my chest, kneading my left tit through the fabric of my dress. “Fuck, these are so nice,” she whispered, her tongue flicking against my ear.

“Nicole…” I whispered, catching Joe’s eyes in the rearview mirror as the engine fired up. She was clearly unperturbed. A deep blush ran through my cheeks, and yet… something completely unexpected happened as the car stopped at the light and his gaze returned: a jolt of excitement rushed through me. “Nicole…” I said again. “I’m dripping.”

She pulled back and slid a hand over my bare thigh, lifting my dress up to expose my softened, still hot, still drooling cock. A milky syrup oozed out my tip and thick strands of my earlier orgasm and new excitement clung between my thighs in ropes. The inside of my bare, panty-less thighs glistened.

“Oh my god,” she cooed. “There’s more?” She bit her lip and lowered her face into my lap and took my soft, cute cock inside her mouth. I press my head back against the leather headrest as she gently suckled whatever came out of me. Slowly, my cock began to twitch to life as Joe continue to drive. I looked at him in the rear-view and smiled.

By the time the car reached its destination, Joe had had quite a show. Nicole was kneeling on the floor, her head bobbing slowly between my spread thighs as I leaned against one of the doors. She was sucking on my now completely stiff and throbbing cock. One of my hands was cradling her head while the other gently squeezed one my own breasts. The driver cleared his throat, and Nicole released my cock with a hard suck and a playful *pop!* She smirked and we stepped out in front of a huge, palatial mansion.

“Oh wow,” I managed as Nicole looped her arm through mine. She led me up the stairs, but before we entered the house she looked over her shoulder.

“Thanks Joe,” she grinned. “I’ll see you a little later, okay?”

Inside, the opulence of the house was undeniable. Our heels echoed in the foyer, but other than that we were met with silence. Was this Nicole’s house? I did not dare ask, but for all its luxury, the décor was modern and tasteful, and I had a hunch that she had had a hand in it. The heavy front door closed behind me, and Nicole entwined her fingers in mine. “This way,” she said, and led me up a long staircase to the second floor. She walked a step in front of me, and I could feel my nerves eating my up inside. I was not naïve, I knew what was about to happen. Yet, for all my nerves, my desire was evident by the contour of my cock against the thin fabric of my dress.

Nicole pulled me into a large, exquisite bedroom, stopped abruptly and spun in place to take me into her arms. Our lips mashed into a deep, passionate French kiss, and I got so lost in her wonderful mouth and thick lips that I did not even notice her fingers pull the zipper on my dress. I let her have her way with me and stood like a doll as she undressed me. Her fingers unhooked my black lace bra, and she paused our furious lip smacking to drink me in.

“Fuck, they are perfect,” she purred and seemed hypnotized as she cupped my large, augmented breasts in her hands. “I’m was thinking about getting mine done.” Her fingertips danced over my hardened nipples, before she started undressing herself. I shook my head. She was perfect.

We fell onto the satin sheets of the bed, our naked bodies entwined. Her bare, waxed pussy slid over my thigh. Our breasts pressed together, nipples hard and rolling over flushed skin. Our lips never parted and neither did our tongues. My cock pressed against her firm, flat stomach, leaving a glistening trail of precum, while her cunt made it’s own glistening mess of my thighs and hips. Her mouth on one of my nipples. My fingers sliding between her silky folds. She squeezed my ass. We lost our breath and whimpered, our hips rocking, humping against each other.

“Nicole,” I whispered. My soft voice shuddered, gasping for breath as I felt as though my chest would burst. She did not stop and slid her body over mine, straddling my as one of her hands grasped my tit, her searching tongue pushing into my mouth. I felt the intense heat and stickiness, the softness of her bare pussy drag against the underside of my cock as it squished between our bellies. She rolled her hips forward, the head of my cock dipping between her slick pussylips.

“Nicole,” I said, my body tensing.

“Oh baby,” she purred, sliding a hand between us. “Fuck me.” Her fingers wrapped around my hard cock and she lined up the head against her dripping entrance.

“Nicole… wai…” I whimpered, but she sank down, taking the entire length of my cock inside her body. I gasped, my hand flailing beside me, coming to rest on my tits as my eyes widened. Nicole’s face was an expression of pure ecstasy as she slowly slid her tight, lava-hot, pussy up and down my hard cock. “I’ve never…”

She mewled, arching her body, eyes closed as she rocked her hips in circles. Her pussy undulated around my cock, slowly squeezing as she flexed her muscles. It felt as though she was getting familiar with every contour, every vein, every inch. She smiled, clearly enjoying what she felt. Then, she stopped, opened her eyes and looked at me.

“What?” she said, breathlessly.

“I’ve never…” I whispered.

“What do you mean?” she said, frowning, but kept her cunt wrapped around my flexing, quivering cock. “With a girl?”

“With anyone,” I said. My face felt like it was burning up. Every nerve ending on my body was alive.

“I don’t understand,” she said, tucking a stray blonde lock of hair behind her ear. “I mean, you’re a total fox. How could you not…” She stopped as if the penny dropped. Her gaze moved from my eyes, down over my body, my feminine frame, my curves. “Oh my god,” she whispered, her own face flushing red. “Lucy… are you losing your virginity right now?”

I nodded. The embarrassment that gripped me is unlike anything I have felt before, but then her eyes softened. “Oh my god…” she said and leaned back down on top of me. She kissed me softly. “I’m so sorry. I… I… didn’t realize…” she whimpered as she took my face in her hands and kissed me over and over. It was the first time I saw her vulnerable side. I moaned, and rocked my hips up, thrusting my cock inside her.

“Yeah?” she said, pulling back and looking deep into my eyes.

“Please… ” I whispered.

She smirked, leaned back, drew me inside, and I fell in love.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/cbhmd3/ff_lucy_nicole_the_beginning