7 comments/ 84178 views/ 15 favorites Caught in the Middle By: RonCabo She sat confidently and comfortably across from him, her skirt short, though not so much as to be inappropriate for a job interview, but enough to be alluring to a potential male employer. She displayed a reasonable amount of tanned thigh; again not so much as to be lewd for the occasion, but enough for him to take appreciable notice. Pretending to look over her resume, which he had studied carefully and in-depth prior to even laying eyes on her, he further noticed the portion of her well-rounded breasts that her respectably low cut shirt displayed. They were neither too large nor too small but well-proportioned to her shapely frame. Everything about her, from her nicely fixed shoulder-length hair to her tastefully, though not overly applied make-up to her otherwise conservative clothes was intended to make her noticeable. And that she was. He asked the usual questions about her job skills, as he had the three other applicants. He phrased each inquiry in such a way as to draw her out, reveal more about her than the answer she might give. In the end, he deemed her paralegal skills to be more than adequate for his one-man, general law practice. Likewise, any of the other three job seekers he had interviewed would all qualify. All were personable with good dispositions. Therefore, some other method was needed to make the selection. Nelson Adams knew exactly what that was. His personal rule for such situations if he had more than one applicant and all were equally qualified was to give the edge to the most attractive. Some might say that was sexist, but he had to make a selection based on something. Why not that? Besides, it looked better when a potential client entered the office, not to mention being pleasant on his own eyes. Therefore, the decision became easy. Looking up from the resume, Adams could see the sudden display of nervousness in the young woman's features. He further noticed that her skirt might have slid up another inch or so. "Ms. Collins, I'd like to offer you the position." Instantly, a much more becoming smile graced her lovely face. "Oh, thank you, Mr. Adams. You won't regret it." "I'm sure I won't. And now, you may call me Nelson." "And you can call me Mandy." * * * The law office of Nelson Adams was located in a U-shaped office park. Each business occupied a separate three to six room building that looked like a house, all of which were arranged along the outside of the U. The inside was for parking. The attorney was in Building C at the top right of the U. Mandy Collins had never visited any of the businesses in the park and took a moment to glance around to what would be her future neighbors. She then entered her new office bright and early on the following Monday morning. To the right of the entrance was a narrow table along the wall which held a collection of magazines for visitors to peruse while waiting. There was also a group of business card holders, each of which held a number of cards. Mandy had noticed it the other morning when she came for her interview, but did not have time to examine them further. She now noticed that each holder was arranged in order and held cards for each of the businesses in the park. There were a couple of doctors, a CPA, no other attorneys, a sandwich shop, and a variety of other businesses. She had been meaning to seek the assistance of a CPA for some income tax issues. Maybe this would be her opportunity. But she wouldn't mention it to her new boss—no need for him to know anything that might compromise her job, not that it was anything bad or illegal. "We all offer cards for each other," Nelson noted as he stood in his doorway. "That seems equitable," Mandy commented. "Doesn't really provide much new business," the lawyer said with a shrug, "but it doesn't hurt either." He was pleased to note that his new employee was dressed quite similar to the day of her interview. Basically, only the colors were different. "This will be your desk," he said, patting the chair behind the desk in the large reception area. "I'll give you a few minutes to get settled before we get into it." As Nelson disappeared back into his office, Mandy smirked at his choice of words while she took her seat behind her new desk. She was certain he would like to get into it with her and not in the context he was referring to. Of course, she was no less at fault for dressing as she did. She had a good looking body, she worked hard to get it and keep it that way, and she didn't mind showing it off, particularly if it aided in getting her the job. And she was certain it had. She'd caught Nelson stealing glances at her during the interview, not to mention eying her up and down just now. The truth was, he wasn't bad looking either, and if he didn't turn out to be an asshole, she might not mind a little extra fringe benefit. These thoughts had occupied her as she rummaged through the drawers, which contained basic office stuff. Mandy visited the restroom, and after using the facilities, made certain she looked good. She adjusted her top she display enough cleavage to be appealing, but not so much as to look slutty. Likewise, she fixed her skirt to be short enough to show a fair amount of thigh when she crossed her legs, but not to where she had to be ultra-careful when she sat. Mandy then stood in his doorway and announced, "I'm ready to get to it whenever you are." She threw his words back at him with emphasis just to gauge his response. Nelson looked up and smiled, his eyebrows jumping up and down at the beautiful vision before him. He gestured to the chair in front of his desk. Sitting in the proffered chair, Mandy automatically crossed her legs and her skirt rose a little higher than she might otherwise have let it. She was not trying to tease her new boss, which probably wouldn't be a good idea on her first day; she was just feeling a little naughty this morning. It might also be a good barometer of his character. The attorney first reviewed his office policy. In short, he preferred a casual office, both in attire and demeanor, and beyond that, as long as the work was done, pretty much anything went. He then discussed how he handled his practice and what he expected of her. After listening to him talk for nearly an hour, Mandy was quite taken by her new employer. He seemed to be a genuinely nice guy, an extremely competent lawyer and a fair boss. She looked forward to working with him—and maybe more. Some might say she was promiscuous, but instead she chose to consider herself as one who would simply not shy away from a good opportunity. Little did she know, Nelson's thoughts were running a similar course. Mandy was undoubtedly the nicest looking woman who had ever worked for him. He also seemed fairly open. It would be hard to keep his eyes off of her, let alone his hands. As morning eased into lunch time, Mandy decided that it might be harder to work for the attorney than she first thought. By noon, they had had intermittent interaction, but the result was building sexual tension. He had come to her desk a couple of times. Once, she could feel him standing over her and she was certain he was staring down her top. Turning to him before looking up, she noticed the obvious bulge in his pants. But neither acknowledged anything. The other time, her skirt had eased up from moving around in her chair, and without really realizing it, she turned toward him as he approached and there was no mistaking his eyes focusing on her legs. Added to that was the distinct pulsing of his hard cock in his trousers. When he told her she could take her lunch hour, she knew she had to leave the office just to cool down. Mandy decided to visit the CPA's office figuring that income tax was enough to assuage anyone. * * * Mandy was very open-minded about sex. Therefore, though the intent of leaving the office for lunch was to relieve the horniness she was feeling, entering the CPA's office did nothing to remedy that problem. The slightly older woman who greeted her was absolutely gorgeous. Mandy had found herself attracted to women on a few occasions, even going so far as to have sex with one a couple of times. While she was certainly not a lesbian and didn't really consider herself bisexual, she had found those episodes to be enjoyable and was not opposed to another if the right female came along. So, given her frame of mind when she entered the accountant's office, she was not surprised at herself for giving the woman a second look. "Ms. Warner?" Mandy asked as the beautiful woman approached. "Yes. May I help you?" A quick glance around the small office told Mandy they were alone. "I don't have an appointment, but I need some tax assistance. I received a letter from the IRS." Ms. Warner gave a knowing, but reassuring smile. "Well, you're in luck. I have a few minutes. Come on in." Mandy followed the CPA into her office, took a seat in front of the woman's desk, and automatically crossed her legs with no regard for the position of her hem. Warner sat in the other chair rather than behind her desk. Though her skirt wasn't as short as Mandy's, the accountant still displayed a generous amount of shapely leg. Mandy was pleased that the woman seemed to be checking her out, as well. "Do you have the letter?" Mandy pulled it from her purse and handed it to her. While she read it, Mandy noticed that she had very fair skin to go along with her reddish blonde hair. "Well, the good news is, it's not as bad as it sounds," Ms. Warner advised with another soothing smile. "I can help you with this, if you want, but I'll need you to bring copies of your return and supporting documents." "Thanks. That's a relief. Can I bring them tomorrow?" "Yes. May I ask what brought you to me?" "Well, Ms. Warner, I just started working for Mr. Adams today and saw your card in his office." With curiously raised eyebrows, she said, "You can call me Julianne." "And I'm Mandy Collins." They shook hands. "Did Nelson recommend you?" Julianne asked. "You know him?" "I know everyone in our little office park." "Of course. No, he didn't recommend you. He doesn't know I'm here and I'd rather he didn't. Wouldn't want this to affect my job," Mandy explained worriedly. "Mandy, this is not serious. Happens all the time. Probably just some miscalculations. Certainly not grounds for dismissal from a job." "That's good to know, but I'd still rather he didn't. "You can rely on my discretion. How do you like your job so far?" Julianne had this unique quality of putting someone at ease with her gentle manner, soft-spoken voice, and of course, it didn't hurt that she was beautiful. Mandy hated to profile people, but there was no way she looked like an accountant. She found herself answering a bit more honestly than maybe she should. "So far, I really like it. Nelson seems to be a very kind man and easy to work for, not to mention that he's very attractive." Mandy expected Julianne to smile or grin at the last part of her statement, but the woman remained stoic, giving the young girl some concern and prompting her to ask, "Is there anything I should know about him?" "No, no," the woman answered quickly. "Everything you said is completely true." "I'm glad you agree." "Well," Julianne said, standing, "my next appointment ought to be here shortly." "Oh, right. Let me get out of your hair. And thanks for seeing me on short notice." "No problem. See you tomorrow." But as she cut across the parking lot, Mandy couldn't help but wonder if there was something between the CPA and the attorney. * * * The remainder of the afternoon was much like the morning and Mandy could not wait to get home and give her favorite vibrator a good work-out. In anticipation of Tuesday, her second day, running a similar course, she got herself off good before leaving for work thinking it might prevent her from becoming so easily aroused. But it did not work. If anything, by lunch time she might have even been more stimulated knowing she was going to see Julianne. And of course, to make matters worse, the CPA looked even more stunning than the day before: more leg and more cleavage. She looked almost absolutely gorgeous except . . . she appeared somewhat troubled. Mandy didn't hesitate to point that out. "Oh, just tired and busy," Julianne said, shrugging it off. Mandy didn't really buy it, but felt she didn't really know the woman well enough to press it. Julianne then advised Mandy what the issues were with her taxes and, while serious, they were not insurmountable. It would take some time to resolve and might possibly even include a meeting with an IRS agent. She then gave her fee, which seemed surprisingly low to Mandy. To her mystified expression, Julianne explained, "I'm giving you my office park discount." The younger woman gratefully accepted, but felt there might be more to it. Julianne further requested some additional documentation that Mandy agreed to provide tomorrow. "So, how's your second day going?" Julianne asked. "Still find your boss attractive?" "Oh, yeah. And if the looks he's giving me are any clue, I think he's interested also." "You don't say?" "I don't think he's married," Mandy mused, although she did not know for sure. "He has no pictures on his desk, nor does he wear a ring. Do you know?" "We don't provide personal information about one another," Julianne remarked with raised eyebrows. "But you might want to find out before you go too far." "Probably a good idea," Mandy agreed. "See you tomorrow." * * * Fortunately, Nelson had a meeting outside of the office in the afternoon, but before he left, he stood over her desk proof-reading a document she had typed for him. Mandy studied his left hand carefully, particularly his ring finger. She could see no signs that he had ever worn a ring, not as though he wore one at home and took it off in public. Of course, that was no guarantee. Many married men did not wear rings. After he departed, she guiltily snooped around his office, but again, she found nothing to indicate that he was married. So, short of coming right out and asking him, which she hadn't ruled out, though it was too soon for such an inquiry, Mandy would be on alert for a clue. * * * As usual, Nelson was already at his desk when Mandy arrived for work the next morning, Wednesday. This prompted her to ask, after greeting him, "Should I be coming in earlier? You always get here before me." She was dressed much the same as the last two days, and he eyed her up and down admiringly, as had become his habit. A warm smile appeared on his face and she didn't know whether it was due to her appearance or the question, or both. "No, that's not necessary," Nelson advised. "I've only be doing it because you're new and I'm letting you get settled in. There will likely be many days where I'll head straight to court. But I appreciate your willingness." If you only knew how willing I was, Mandy thought, although she didn't know why, just one of those naughty notions that popped into her head. Beyond that, the morning evolved into what had become a fairly standard routine. She answered a few phone calls, did some research and typed some legal documents. Just before lunch, Nelson stepped over to her desk and put a document he had proofread down in front of her to show her some changes he wanted to make. When he reached out to point out something, his hand grazed her left breast—accidentally? Neither said anything about it. But then, she had to lean forward to see what he was pointing to, and in so doing, her tit pressed against the side of his hand. For her it was electric. She didn't move, nor did he, although he had to feel her hard nipple rubbing against his skin. Still, neither moved. Through it all, Nelson managed to keep talking, though Mandy was not certain she heard everything he said. She even thought she felt him twist his hand slightly, which had the effect of rubbing her nipple. Finally, he pulled away, still not acknowledging what had happened, except that he now sported a bulge in his crotch that had not been there when he first appeared. Looking up at him as he turned to go back into his office, he merely smiled at her and she simply returned the gesture. Mandy toyed with the idea of running into the bathroom and using the juice that was pouring from her pussy to get herself off. But she feared making too much noise and opted to go to lunch. As she walked across the parking lot to Julianne's office, she considered for an instant slipping into her car for a quick masturbation. However, it was noon, and there was considerable activity in the car park. "You look flushed," the CPA noted as her client entered her office. This then made Mandy blush. Noticing this also, Julianne added, "Was the walk over that strenuous, or is something going on at the office?" However, the young woman's expression of embarrassment told her it was the latter, and she instantly wished she had thought before saying anything. "I'm sorry," she quickly offered. "That was extremely unprofessional of me." Recovering speedily, Mandy shrugged it off. "I'm glad you feel comfortable enough with me to say something like that." "You have a very disarming personality. You make it easy." "Truthfully, you do, too." Mandy's face reddened again slightly. "Truth is, you weren't far off." "What?" Mandy then quickly recounted what had happened at her office just before lunch. "What do you think that means?" Strangely, the young woman noticed Julianne's demeanor abruptly change. "I'm sorry," Mandy said. "Did I say something wrong?" Julianne plopped down in her chair behind her desk, her skirt rising pretty high up on her legs. Since she made no attempt to fix it, Mandy would have enjoyed staring at the woman's shapely legs, but she was more concerned with her sudden mood swing. Finally, the accountant looked up and softly said, "Please sit." Mandy complied, watching with a questioning look. "I haven't been completely honest with you," Julianne began. "I'm married. I think my husband is cheating on me." Though she instantly felt sorry for the woman, Mandy wondered what that had to do with anything. Her frown prompted the other to continue. "Nelson Adams is my husband." No way had she seen that one coming. With her mouth agape, eyes bulging out of their sockets, Mandy was horrified. A thousand thoughts and question clouded her suddenly confused mind, but she could only utter, "I'm sorry. I had no idea." Leaning across her desk, Julianne said, "Oh, I'm not blaming you, honey." Somewhat relieved, Mandy said, "If it's any consolation, he hasn't done anything or even suggested anything improper." Julianne nodded. "And you think grazing your breast was accidental?" Mandy shrugged. "Well, I guess I thought it was. You don't?" "Did you know you are his fourth hire this year? And it's only September. And did you know they all look just like you? Very young and attractive. And each one mysteriously quit. And he claims he doesn't know why they quit. Claims he treated them all well, paid them well." Mandy didn't know any of those things. But so far, Nelson had not treated her badly at all. "If I'm not out of line in asking, do you have any other indications?" "I've seen him leave with a couple of them a few times. He said that he had allowed them to accompany him to court, just for the experience. There are a couple of other things that I'm not inclined to go into right now. But I know what you're thinking, and no, I do not have any concrete evidence." Mandy took a few moments to digest what she had been told, then said, "Julianne, I liked you from the moment I met you, so I'll be honest and tell you that I can be a bit of a tease at times. But one thing I don't do is fool around with married men. So far, this has been a good job and I hope it stays that way, so I hope you're not asking me to quit it." Caught in the Middle Hey Everyone, This is my first time posting so let me know if you like it by commenting and voting. Please keep your comments constructive! I hope you enjoy. THANKS! ******* Kara woke up and glared at her alarm clock, silently hoping that it would shut off by itself. Realizing that she would actually have to emerge from her warm cocoon to shut the annoying thing off, she groaned, hit the button and rolled out of bed. After a quick shower she grabbed books and headed to class. Even though it was early Kara loved going to her first class, She loved math to her it was simple and it always made sense to her. Life was complicated, math was not. Her Trigonometry class was, in her opinion, the best way to start the day. The semester had just started and this was only the third time this class was meeting. She was already in love with the class though, she may not love getting up so early, but she did love the class itself. She sat down in the back row of room 218 and waited for class to begin. *********** James looked for a seat from the doorway of room 218 and spotted the corner seat in the back row. He sat down just as the teacher began speaking. He quickly toned out the teacher and turned his thoughts inward. He hadn't wanted to take a math class at all, but his adviser told him that he needed it to graduate on time. Seeing as how this was his last semester, it seemed he had little choice in the matter. His placement test had landed him in this Trig class and he was planning on only doing enough to pass the class. He had dodged his math requirements for his entire college career but it seemed he couldn't any longer. He generally didn't care much about his classes, but his parents approved of it and it gave him something to do. As the next alpha of Wheeler pack it was a good idea to go to college and at least complete a business degree. His wolf was having a hard time coping with all the indoor time though. His wolf understood that is would make him a better Alpha and their pack stronger, but there were still times when James had to have a little talk with his animal side. His thoughts were halted as a breeze brought him the most beautiful scent that he had ever tasted. The combined aroma of jasmine and heather swamped his senses his wolf's ears perked up and he howled inside James' head. James' wolf urged James to track the scent and claim whoever it belonged to, because the women who owned that scent was the woman they wanted forever. His eyes searched the room and honed in on the woman sitting two seats away from him. She was beautiful with red curly hair that waved down her back nestling just above her pert round ass. Her profile gave him the impression of an angel. A small straight nose bordered by high cheek bones and arching eyebrows. As she turned slightly toward him he caught the steel gray color of her eyes. Her bottom lip was caught by her teeth as she concentrated on the problem before her. He wanted to taste the sweetness of those bow lips. Her pale complexion was littered with freckles and he wanted to kiss every one. Her high perky breast were beautifully formed and they were the perfect counterpoint to her tiny waist and lush bottom. Her obviously long legs further accentuated her athletic curves and he wanted to grab her and lay her across the desk so he could part those never ending legs and dive into the sweetness that they guarded. He knew that it would be inappropriate to take her there but his human brain didn't particularly care, and his wolf was being very encouraging, but he knew that to do that would embarrass his mate and that was what kept him in his seat for the rest of the 3 hour long class. He knew he could not mess up. He spent those hours strategizing over how he would approach her and eventually make her his. Finally the teacher let them leave and he was able to approach her. "Hi, I'm James," he started, "I just added this class to my schedule yesterday, and I was wondering if we could get together and you could help me catch up with the work." Kara stopped hearing him after the word "hi" she had no idea what he was asking. Her hearing had disappeared the moment that she looked up at him. He was absolutely magnificent. Standing at six foot, four inches, he easily dwarfed her own five foot, eleven inch frame. His t-shirt showed his well-defined biceps and his broad shoulders tapered down to an ass that was perfectly hugged by the jeans slung in his hips. Just staring at him made her insides get all tingly. His shaggy black hair framed his face and his bright green eyes stared at her as she watched his finely shaped lips form around the words he was saying. That was when she realized that he was talking to her and she quickly brought her attention back to what he was saying. "I'm sorry," she said, "I completely spaced out. What sis you say?" "Since I registered for this class late, could you help me catch up on the material?" he asked. "Oh yeah, I can do that. Do you have time later today? I'm free after three o'clock" she responded trying not to sound like more of a complete idiot in front of him. "Three sounds perfect. I can come to your dorm and we can go off campus." "That sounds good. I live in Harley, room 340. By the way I'm Kara." She stuck out her hand for a shake. "I'm James, I'll see you later." He walked away leaving her staring after him until he disappeared around the corner of the hallway towards the building exit. She quickly came back to her senses and realized that if she didn't hurry she would be late for her next class. She ran out the door, hoping that she wouldn't miss anything important in the first two minutes of her next class. ******** James walked into the IT building and headed to Brandon's desk. "I need to know everything about a girl named Kara who is in my Trig class. I mean EVERYTHING." He waited for his Beta to respond. "Brandon!" He yelled "Oh, yes sir. Just let me pull up your classes roll list and I'll look it up....You said Kara?" "Yea, Kara. I need to know everything you can find out about her from what her major is to what she normally buys at the grocery store every week." "Well, I just pulled up her transcripts, student info, her application, and her social sites. She seems like a pretty normal girl. She has great grades, nothing extraordinary though. She's a decent looking gi—"at that moment Brandon found himself slammed against the wall as the air rushed out of his lungs. James had his face nose to nose with Brandon's and James' hand was wrapped around his neck slowly squeezing as his eyes flickered from green to black. James was trying to calm hi wolf down. His wolf was incensed with Brandon's comments though at it was proving difficult. "That woman in MY MATE! I never want to hear another word or thought from you thinking of her as ordinary." Brandon audibly gulped and bared his neck to James in a show of submission. "I'm sorry sir. I had no idea that she was Madam Alpha. Congratulations. I will print out all of her information, is there anything else you need Alpha?" "No, that's really all. Oh! I need a car brought around so I can pick her up at three." "Ok, no problem would you like your Corvette or something else?" "I'll use one of the pack sedans. Keep it simple for now. I would also like a little bit of security to be placed around her dorm and classes. Just a pack member or two at least in the building, maybe somebody she already has classes with or that lives in her dorm." "Of course sir. In fact my sister lives in her dorm and would be more than happy to keep an eye out for her and I believe that Haley also has a class of two with her. I'll call her and tell her what the situation is. I'll have the rest of it covered by tomorrow. There will also be a Ford Focus outside your apartment at 2:45" "Thanks Brandon, and tell Haley thanks for me too, it will help sleep at least a little better." ******* Through all the rest of her classes Kara couldn't concentrate. All she could think about was how handsome James was, how lucky she was to see him again and what she would wear when she was helping him with the class work. She was so distracted that her American Literature teacher had to call her name four times in order to get her opinion on Mark Twain's writing style. Kara was relieved when her last class of the day got out at two. She hurried to her dorm and prayed that her fried Mac was out of class. She needed his help on her outfit since he knew her closet almost as well as she did. His style sense was amazing. Kara rushed down the hallway and poked her head into the room next to hers. "Hey Mac, I need your help with something. Come over to my room, please?" Mac looked up from the book he was reading on his bed, "Sure, I'll be right there." Kara nodded and ran into her room. Mac watched her leave and wondered what she was so excited about. Mac and Kara hung out a lot together since they were so close. Mac thought that Kara was amazing but he kept his distance. His kind wouldn't take well to him being attached to a human, even if he was a lone vampire and couldn't and didn't belong to a coven. Mac cared about Kara a lot and he wanted to there for her no matter what. Being around Kara kept him feeling light and happy. Her cheerfulness was contagious and he loved soaking in it. As he pushed open her door he was stopped in mid-step. Kara was standing in the middle of her room in only a matching black lace underwear and matching bra. "Oh there you are." She turned to him, "I need your help picking out an outfit. I got asked to help this really hot guy in my trig-" "Kara! Yo-you're naked! Put some clothes on! I am a guy!" "Oh please Mac, you're like an older brother. Besides I don't have anything the multitudes of women you've slept with don't have." And just like that another reminder of why Mac could never have Kara. Kara only thought of him as a sibling, which was ok. It made it easier to protect her. Mac may not be able to have her for himself but he would keep her safe and ensure that she would always be happy. He was shaken out of his thoughts by Kara calling for his attention. "Mac, Mac!" she clapped her hands in front of him. "Oh, yea. What did you say?" "Which outfit?" Mac settled his gaze on the clothes laid out on the bed and tried to keep it there. Looking at her would be a mistake. After several seconds consideration he pointed to a pair of blue jeans and a bright blue tank top. "Those jeans make your ass look amazing and that tank top will set off your skin tone. Then just wear your white sandals." "Oh! That's great! You're amazing. That would have taken me forever to figure out." Mac nodded and sat down on a stray chair as she talked about classes and about the guy she was going to be helping. Five minutes later she walked out of the bathroom with her hair slightly curled, her makeup touched up and she looked raring to go. "You look magnificent!" Mac complimented as he stepped forward and gave her a hug. "It's all because of you!" She giggled and kissed him on the cheek. Just then a knock on the door brought their attention to the clock. Kara looked at Mac, gave him a smile and strode to the door, books in hand. On the other side stood James looking absolutely amazing to Kara. *********** As the door opened James immediately looked Kara up and down. Damn my mate looks so edible. How am I going to concentrate? His thoughts changed the minute his senses told him there was someone else in the room. He looked over his head and his eyes locked with a tall blond man standing behind her. Tension shot down his spine. Vampire! James was rocked out of his thoughts by Kara's words. "Are we all ready to go?" she asked. "Oh, yea you?" he replied. "Yep! I got my books and notes." She shifted her books to the other arm. "Ok, let's go." He guided her in front of him and shot a back look over his shoulder at the blond vampire watching their departure. Caught in the Middle "It's providing you with something you are seeking but have not received." Mandy moved back in. "Please, just let me make you feel better." She placed her hands tenderly on the side of Julianne's head. This kiss was as aggressive as it was passionate and the older woman allowed it. After a couple of minutes, Julianne again pulled back breathing heavily. "This feels both right and wrong all at the same time." "Why does it feel right?" Mandy whispered seductively. "Because it's providing me with something I've needed but haven't been getting," she paraphrased. "And why is it wrong?" "Because we're women and it doesn't seem like we should be doing this." "Don't think of it like that. Think of it as two human beings who need the same thing and who, at the moment, only have each other to give it to them." Julianne raised her eyebrows at the interesting logic. She did not stop Mandy from kissing her again. This one lasted considerably longer, enough for Mandy's level of arousal to be heightened, and judging by Julianne's heavier breathing, she was feeling it also. When Julianne caused their lips to separate this time, it was not an abrupt pull back as it had previously been. This was a slow detachment of only their mouths; the married woman's forehead remained touching her husband's assistant's pate. "It still seems wrong," she gasped, "but it feels so good." "Then just let yourself go. Let's enjoy one another." And not too surprisingly, it was Julianne who resumed this time, even introducing a little tongue, which was surprising. Mandy encouraged the tongue action, and pretty soon, they were sucking face as though they were steadfast lovers. Julianne's hands cupped Mandy's face quite lovingly. For Mandy's part, it was time for her hands to return to the silky skin of the older woman's thighs. She caressed the toned area for a couple of minutes before sliding her hands up and taking the hem with her. Julianne's breathing quickened when Mandy's hands danced around her pubic area. Then, when the younger woman's thumb swiped her vaginal lips, the CPA pulled back with a sharp intake of air. "No, no, we can't do this anymore," the married woman protested. "This is wrong." "There's nothing wrong with it if you're enjoying it." "But I've never . . . done this . . . with another woman." "It's okay, Julianne. It's just you and I. There's no one else here." Mandy darted out into the small reception area, locked the door, closed the blinds, and turned the door placard around so that "Closed" was displayed outside. She quickly returned to find the woman bent forward, her face in her hands propped up by her elbows on her desk. Mandy gently placed her hands on Julianne's shoulders in a massage-like motion. She then bent down placing kisses on the woman's neck, ears and the side of her face. Julianne leaned back, moaning softly. The younger woman leaned over and kissed the front of her neck and upper chest. Ever so tenderly, she cupped Julianne's tits, and then undid a couple of buttons on her blouse so she could ease her palm in to caress her bare breast. Mandy knew that the woman was struggling with emotions, but aside from the fact that she wanted Julianne like she had no other woman, she also wanted to make the CPA feel good, feel wanted, feel desired. When Mandy knelt before her to undo the rest of her buttons, push her left breast out of the cup of the bra and suck her nipple, Julianne murmured, "I want to stop you, but I can't seem to resist you." "Then don't." "But you're a woman." "So?" "I'm not a les—" "You don't have to be." "I'm not bisexual either." "I don't consider myself that either. Truth is I don't like labels." "I like a nice hard dick." "So, do I, but no one makes love to a woman better than another woman." With her finger tip, Mandy rubbed the flat end of Julianne's nipple. With a shudder, Julianne said "You're not going to give up, are you?" "I don't think you really want me to," Mandy said as she continued to fondle the other's luscious breasts, boldly reaching around Julianne's back to undo her bra, encountering no resistance. The legal assistant stood, then pulled the CPA to her feet and guided her the few steps to the sofa at one end of the office. Mandy laid the woman down on her back, quickly pressing their mouths together before any protests could be issued. "Now, just relax and let me do this for you." With that, Mandy completed unbuttoning Julianne's blouse and lifting her bra off of her breasts to reveal two creamy mounds sitting on her chest. She licked and sucked first one then the other nipple. Julianne squirmed on the sofa, fully enjoying the treatment. Meanwhile, her left hand snaked down the woman's abdomen, gently rubbing, then undoing her skirt and slipping her hand under the waistband of both the skirt and panties. Mandy felt Julianne's abdomen tighten up when her middle finger gently touched the other's clit, but when there was no attempt to halt her, she knew she could have her way with her boss's wife. Julianne was even helpful now as Mandy meticulously and sensually removed every thread of the woman's clothes. "I can't believe I'm lying here on my office sofa naked as the day I was born," Julianne remarked. But there was more mirth in her voice than disbelief. "Then you really won't believe what's going to happen next." Placing her hands firmly on the insides of Julianne's thighs, Mandy pushed her legs apart and took aim on the woman's sweet, and decidedly juicy, pussy, pleased to notice that it was completely shaved. Her first lick tasted divine. When the CPA shuddered after the second swipe of the younger woman's tongue, Mandy thought sure Julianne had a small orgasm. Given the woman's pent up sexual frustration, she was a climax waiting to explode. Mandy was by no means an expert cunnilinguist. She did what she liked done to her. Neither was eating pussy her favorite sexual act. But there was just something about the feel and taste of this one—the sugary nectar that flowed from it and the dainty softness of the lips, not to mention that, visually, this was the prettiest one she had ever seen—and she just couldn't get enough of it. She wanted to devour it. Instead, she made love to it with her mouth. In the meantime, a low, throaty moan could be heard emanating from Julianne. It sounded as though she was stifling it from becoming louder. As a result, what was coming out was an odd mixture of dissonance from her vocal cords. Of course, Mandy knew that it was the opening chords of an orgasmic symphony, and from what she was hearing, she judged it to be an overture of epic proportions. She could accurately guess why Julianne was trying to keep it quiet. "Just let it out," Mandy whispered, lifting her head up and resting her chin on the woman's pubic bone. She attacked Julianne's clit to finish her off. And it did. Julianne started writhing around nearly crushing Mandy's head between her legs. But the young girl did not let up, stroking the other's love button gently, but firmly. Finally Julianne could stand it no longer and let out a loud combination yell/scream/moan while simultaneously pushing Mandy's head away. The woman quickly closed her legs to prevent further attack on her wonderfully satisfied but highly sensitive clit. "Oh, god, that was spectacular!" Julianne cried, while attempting to catch her breath. "I haven't climaxed like that in . . . in . . . I've never had one like that!" Mandy grinned as pussy juice ran down her chin and neck. "Oh, my god, look at you. I'm so sorry," Julianne said. "Let me get you—" "Relax," Mandy told her, pushing her back down. Of course, the younger woman was so horny now that she had a motive for wanting her boss's wife to remain where she was. Mandy gathered her skirt around her waist, and then squirmed to pull her thong off. She reached into her nearby purse and extracted her mini vibrator. She started to switch it on, but happened to glance over to Julianne's still soaked pussy, then decided to lubricate the device in it. It was almost electric when she touched the coated vibrator to her pussy. A mystified Julianne watched in fascination. Part of her wanted to help the young woman, another part felt awkward, and yet another part just didn't know what to do. Mandy could see the confusion in the other woman. It didn't really matter. As highly aroused as the paralegal was, she was coming in seconds. When she finished and more or less returned to normal, the two women sat on the sofa regarding one another. It was apparent that Julianne felt awkward, but strangely, so did Mandy. She was even at a loss for words. Her eyes drifted to a clock on the wall. "Damn! I've got to get back to work," she said, noting the time. She hurriedly retrieved her thong and slid it back on, then adjusted her skirt and scurried out, mumbling, "See you later." Walking briskly back to her office, more than a half-hour late from lunch, she wondered what had come over her that she felt so odd. But she didn't have time to analyze it when she reached the entrance. She went directly to Nelson's door. He looked up. "Sorry I'm late. Had some personal business to attend to." "No problem," he answered with a smile. "Might want to call next time, just so I know." "Sure. No problem. I should have thought to do that today." "Don't worry about it. Are you okay? You look a little flushed." Damn straight, she thought. I just came with your wife. But instead she said, "Oh, I guess I was just rushing to get back. I'll go in the restroom and freshen up." She did just that and then sat at her desk. But she couldn't concentrate. She was just too keyed up from her lunch time activity, her peculiar feelings afterward and . . . not surprisingly, she was horny—still? Again? A few minutes later, Nelson came out of his office and stood by her desk. "You sure you're okay? You don't seem yourself." "No, no, I'm fine. I—" "I'm not trying to meddle, but if your personal business is legal, I'd be only too happy to help." "Oh, no, it's not legal." Mandy thought about where she had come from and what she had just done. "Just giving a friend in need a hand." She lifted her middle finger to her nose as if to scratch an itch, but instead, she took a whiff of his wife's pussy that she'd been careful not to wash off. "Okay." Nelson turned to head back to his office. "Want to have another chat?" "Sure," Mandy answered, nonchalantly. She certainly wasn't in the mood for work. And she was curious. Did he really just want to talk or was he looking for a continuation of Wednesday afternoon? She followed him into his office. Interestingly, he sat in the other side chair—as his wife typically did—so she made certain she had enough thigh on display. She almost wished she hadn't put her thong back on. "It's not surprising you helping a friend in need," Nelson began; nervously, Mandy thought. "In the short time I've known you, you've impressed me as a person who enjoys helping others." Mandy shrugged. "I suppose I do. Never really gave it much thought." "No, I'm sure you haven't. I imagine you just jump in and do it when it needs to be done." Do it? Was he playing words on her? She responded in kind. "I also just do it when I want it." Nelson chuckled, but his expression said he wasn't certain what she meant. "Well, that kind of selflessness will fit in well here. That's why I practice the kind of law that I do. I'm not looking for headlines from a big criminal case or big bucks from a person injury matter. I'm just helping people with ordinary legal issues." There was a slightly noticeable edginess to Nelson's voice, as though he was just beating around the bush until he could work up the courage to say what it was he wanted to say. It suddenly occurred to Mandy that maybe instead of wanting a repeat of yesterday afternoon he really just wanted to talk about it. Quickly thinking it over as he rambled on about his practice, she decided to press it. She didn't see his response coming. "Are you leading up to yesterday afternoon?" "Well, uh, yes, I, uh, I am," he answered nervously. "Go ahead. I'm a big girl." Mandy smiled to support her statement, but now she was becoming a bit nervous herself. Had she gone way over the line Wednesday? "The fact is, I have not cheated on my wife," Nelson affirmed. Mandy was perplexed. Julianne believes her husband is cheating on her, but has no proof. Nelson swears he does not and doesn't even fit the mold of an unfaithful husband. However, they have no marital life, no sexual relations. Knowing what Mandy knew from Julianne that Nelson did not know his paralegal knew, what could possibly be their issue? Mandy absolutely had to find out. But how could she without letting on to Nelson? For lack of a better comment, she simply said, "Okay." "But I think she might be cheating on me." Now Mandy positively did not know what to say, not that she would have been heard over the sound of her jaw clanging to the floor. So, each thought the other was being unfaithful. Well, if Julianne had no proof, it begged the question: "Are you sure?" "Well, I don't have any proof," Nelson answered, lawyerly. "But being that you seem to be so open-minded—not to mention other things—I thought you might be the one person I could talk to about this. You might even have some insight." "Of course." What else could she say? Not that she wasn't dying to know. "What makes you think your wife is having an affair?" "We haven't had sex in so long I don't even remember when the last time was." He then gave a description of their typical evening at home that was—no surprise—almost verbatim to Julianne's. "How long has it been like that?" "I don't know," the lawyer shrugged. "Several months, maybe a year." "Do you recall something happening? An argument, a disagreement?" "Wow, you're pretty good with the questions." "It's called discovery, counselor," Mandy quipped, referring to the legal process. With a chuckle, Nelson answered, "No, I can't think of anything, and believe me, I've tried." "Have you tried to talk to her about it?" "Yes, I've tried. But I haven't gotten to the point of words actually coming out. I just don't know how to broach the subject without it sounding like a cross-examination. Then there are times I'm not sure I really want to know." Mandy could see the distress in his face, but she had to ask: "You mean you'd just rather live with the agony of the possibility?" "I don't know why she doesn't want to have sex with me anymore. I've even heard of women who like to have affairs, but want to cling to the safety of their marriage. So, I guess I want to know in the sense that if our marriage is nearing an end, we can both move on." He paused with a grimace as though debating whether or not to continue. "The truth of it is it really almost doesn't matter what the reasons are. It is what it is. However, the other day, when you did . . . what you did . . . I could have cursed Jameson for coming in and stopping it. Even the little you did was so much more satisfying than I can remember anything my wife and I ever did." "Soooo, what are you saying?" Mandy asked, although she thought sure she knew, but wanted to hear it from him. "I'm not really sure." Mandy thought sure he really did but was afraid to say. "Do you think it's possible your wife might be thinking the same thing you are?" "You mean—" "Wondering why you haven't slept together in so long, wondering what happened." "She hasn't said anything." "Well, playing devil's advocate here, neither have you." "That's a delicate way of making a point, but it's not lost on me. I'm just not sure I want the marriage to continue. I know you're implying that we should talk and maybe work things out. But we've been like this for so long, what would we go back to?" "I see your point, but I'm still wondering where this is leading." Although she thought she really knew. "I don't know." After a few minutes of silence, he said, "I'm sorry; I shouldn't have involved you in this." "Don't be ridiculous. If we're going to work closely together in a two person office, we've got to be able to talk to one another about anything." "Well, thanks, but still . . . I guess the other day just stirred something in me that I haven't felt in a while and I'm just not thinking clearly." Fortunately, the phone rang. It was for Nelson, and it afforded Mandy time to consider this entire discussion. Replaying it over in her mind brought her to the same conclusion she had come to with his wife. They were two wicks on the same candle whose flames had gone out. All they needed was another spark to re-ignite them. Mandy knew now what she had to do, which was what she wanted to do from the day she started work here. She got up, walked over to the front door, locked it, turned the sign to "CLOSED" and twisted the mini-blinds shut so no one could see in. She then went into the restroom and quickly took off her shirt, removed her bra, then put her shirt back on pulling it down to reveal as much cleavage as possible. Nothing needed to be done with her nipples. As horny as she was and the anticipation of what she was about to do had them hard and standing out pressing noticeably through the material of her shirt. Finally, she pulled up her skirt to make it as short as it could be. She decided to leave her thong on. When she heard Nelson hang up, she walked into his office. His widened eyes indicated he noticed the change in her attire. He stammered, "What the—" "You said you weren't thinking clearly; well, I'm going to blow your mind!" Nelson stood nervously. "W-What do you mean? What are you going to do?" "Something I think you want," Mandy replied seductively. "Something I know I want." She walked around his desk and he walked away in the other direction. "I don't want anything." "You said I stirred something in you," she said following him. "B-But—" "Oh, come on. You liked it the other day." When she was back in front of his desk, Mandy sat on it, lifting one leg up to reveal her bare thigh and thong-covered pussy. "Ohhhh, no." "What's the matter?" Mandy asked. "You seem so nervous." "Well, I just . . . I'm just not sure we should, uhhh, be doing this." She stood again and walked toward him. "Okay. Do you want me to leave?" Lifting his hand to his head and dragging his palm around the back of his neck, Nelson said, "Well, n-no, you don't have to leave; just—" he was backing up without watching where he was going until he ran into the sofa, falling down onto it. Kneeling down between his splayed legs, Mandy placed her hand on his crotch, rubbing his bulge. "Ohhh, no, I can't believe this is about to happen." He threw his head back as she continued to massage his cock through his pants. "I think you really wanted this to happen," Mandy said, pulling his shirt from his pants and raising it above his abdomen, then reaching for and undoing his belt and zipper. When she had it down, she stretched out the elastic of his underpants and reached for his cock, which was already oozing. She scooped up the drop that was bubbling from his slit and held it up for him to see before licking it off of her fingertip. "It looks like you definitely wanted this to happen." Nelson risked a glance down at his dick in her hand, which was harder than he could ever remember it being, and moaned. "I think this is where we left off Wednesday," Mandy whispered, now stroking his very stiff rod. She leaned in slowly, pressing her lips to his in a very wet, passionate kiss. She felt more fluid gush from his pee hole. "This is what you wanted to happen, isn't it?"