Girls Do It Better

Emily looked at her phone. He just texted her. He was on his way to her work with an iced coffee from Tim Hortons. Milk double sugar. He always knew her order. I mean, he should; they’d been together for three years and that’s literally the only thing she orders. Yeah, three years. That doesn’t sound like a lot, but for Emily, a 25-year-old independent woman just getting her career off the ground, and with an unhealthy dose of fear of commitment, three years is an eternity. And it felt like it.

Not that Tom is a bad guy. He’s great. He treats Emily like a queen. He does everything for her. They’re a great couple, and everyone always asks them when they’re going to get married. She hated that. She never planned on getting married, and no offense to Tommy, he’s not the person she wanted to marry.

Emily wasn’t even sure she wanted to marry a guy anyway.

And that was the problem. She loved Tom. And she would never go behind his back with another guy. Ever. She never did.

Girls, on the other hand… She just couldn’t help herself. Tom had no idea. He would be devastated. Or worse, he’d beg her for threesomes. Not that she would mind having the best of both worlds worshipping her in the most primal, sexual, and sensual way. Not that she hadn’t ever thought about it. Not that she hadn’t made herself cum thinking about it dozens of times after Tom finished off inside her long before her orgasm came during their sex sessions. Ugh. No, girl time was her time. She didn’t want to share. And she didn’t want anyone to even know she was into girls. Especially Tom.

“Hey babe.” It was Tom. He came into Emily’s office with his usual goofy grin and plopped the iced coffee down on the desk. “Milk double sugar.”

“Aww, thanks honey, you’re so sweet,” Emily said as she lifted to cup to her mouth, then sipping from the straw.

“So how’s it going today? Work ok? Oh hey Lacy.”

Lacy was Emily’s coworker. She was only 21 and the administrative assistant; she was working full days alongside Emily; they had grown quite close. She was the opposite of Emily. Emily came from a fairly wealthy family; big house, good education, professional and conservative look. Lacy, on the other hand, grew up in the city, wore short skirts and tank tops that showed off the tattoos that covered her body. Emily had a grand total of zero tattoos.

“Hey Tommy, where’s *my* coffee?” Lacy joked, looking over at Emily’s drink. She picked it up and took a big sip out of the straw. “Ah, very sweet. Just how I like it. Maybe we can share.” Lacy winked at Emily, a menacing smile.

“Yeah I don’t think so, get your own,” Emily said, this time with her own goofy smile while she grabbed the coffee back from Lacy.

“Haha, ok well you two have fun,” Tom said as he bid them farewell, and walked out the door. “See you when you get out.”

Tom left, and now it was just Emily and Lacy left in the office.

“Careful with that mouth Lacy,” Emily said.

“What, he has no idea, don’t worry,” Lacy assured her. “Besides, I don’t ever hear you complaining about my mouth.”

And with that, Lacy leaned over her desk and thrust her tongue into Emily’s mouth, and Emily returned the gesture. The move caught Emily off guard at first, but now they were in full makeout mode. Emily went with her favorite move when she’s making out with girls, and reached her right hand toward Lacy’s stomach, which was just slightly exposed, showing her belly button ring, and slid her hand down her shorts. Oh my god, she’s so smooth, Emily thought. Her fingers made their way down to Lacy’s clit, which was already soaking. Emily’s was too. Two of Emiliy’s fingers slid into Lacy’s pussy, and she swirled them in a counterclockwise motion, which she knew Lacy liked, then after a few rotations, she slid her fingers out, drenched, and then fingered Lacy’s clit.

“Mmm, you’re so good at that,” Lacy whispered, into Emily’s ear.

Lacy reached around Emily’s skirt and slid her hand down, under her panties and just slightly fingered her asshole. Emily loved that. Tom rarely touched it, and when he did, he never knew what he was doing. Lacy, however, had a degree in ass play.

“I could make out with you all day.” Emily said, pulling away from Lacy. “You’re so sexy.”

“You’re not so bad yourself,” Lacy replied. “I’m not done with you.”

Lacy briskly walked to the office door and locked it.

“Whatcha doing?” Emily asked, coyly.

“Having my way with you,” Lacy replied.

Lacy pulled her tank top over her head, putting her b-cup breasts on display, complete with nipple piercings. She never wore a bra, and she definitely did not need to.

Emily pulled down her skirt, and unbottened her blouse. Lacy reached her right hand behind Emily’s back and unsnapped her bra in one quick motion, then threw Emily’s bra across the desk. Lacy grabbed Emily’s left breast, lightly pinched the nipple, and put her mouth over it, gently sucking then tonguing the nipple until it got rock solid.

Emily was back to fingering Lacy’s pussy when Lacy grabbed her by the shoulders and laid her onto the ground. Emily was already getting a rugburn from the carpet, but she did not care. Lacy ripped the panties from Emily’s body and spread Emily’s legs wide. She dove right in and started licking Emily’s pussy, sucking on her clit, and lightly bringing her fingers up between Emily’s legs and went back to fingering her ass as she ate her out.

Emily could not contain herself. She was playing with her own nipples while she got eaten out; she was panting, and she came at least twice within just a few minutes of feeling Lacy’s tongue inside her. Nothing made Emily cum harder and more quickly than a girl’s tongue. She couldn’t get enough. Emily was building toward another orgasm, and this time she squirted a little, just as she squealed at climax. Lacy loved it. She wanted to cum too.

She sat up, grabbed Emily’s head with both hands and brought her head directly between her thighs. “My turn. Eat.”

Emily did as she was told, running her tongue along Lacy’s clit, then around the outside of her pussy. She brought her arms up and reached for Lacy’s nipples as she ate and started playing with her piercings.

“Oh my god, yeah do that,” Lacy said with her same menacing smile; this time her eyes were closed, and she was writhing in pleasure. As she came, her hips convulsed, and Emily could feel her pussy pulsate to the beat of orgasm. She could feel it expand and contract as her orgasm got more intense. Lacy was so wet, and her pussy tasted so good. How does her pussy taste so good? I gotta ask her what she does and use her regimen, Emily thought.

Lacy came again, and as she did, she took her hands and rubbed Emily’s arms, and then slid them underneath to grab two more fistfuls of Emily’s breasts. Emily loved being touched. And Lacy knew just how to touch her.

They both sat up and made out again, tasting their own pussies in each other’s mouths. Not bad, Emily thought. “Mmmm,” Lacy moaned. “I fucking love how my pussy tastes.” She reached her hand into her own pussy, rubbed it a few times and shoved her fingers back into her mouth, licking them clean.

They both embraced, laid down on the carpet, and kissed again, then just stared into each other’s eyes, caressing each other’s naked bodies.

“I like working here,” Lacy said. “Oh, and sorry you didn’t get to finish your iced coffee Tom brought you.”

“It’s ok. I like what you gave me better.”

With that, they found their clothes, packed up their stuff and headed out of the office. Both of them very much looking forward to the next day of work.

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