Papers were shuffled, and the gentleman on the other side of the desk clicked the lid onto his Montblanc pen.

"Thank you very much, Miss Reeves; we'll be in touch very soon."

I stood up to shake the interviewer's hand and gave him what I hoped was a winning smile.

I took the lift back down to the lobby and ruminated on the interview. It felt like it had gone well. Good flow, no awkward pauses. no raised eyebrows. The cheap suit I'd bought in Primark appeared to have done the trick too. It fit just right, and I'd left just the right amount of blouse buttons undone to get the interviewers' attention. He tried to hide it, but I caught him giving me a good head-to-toe once-over as we began the interview. From my modest high heels, up my legs clad in sheeny nude tights. Up past my little skirt and jacket all the way to my shoulder-length blonde waves. I reckoned I was ninety per cent a shoo-in.

As the lift doors to the foyer opened, the petite receptionist who'd buzzed me up waved me over. I didn't know her from Adam, but she was incredibly friendly. And devastatingly attractive to boot.

"So, when do you start?" She asked me, obviously assuming I'd already been offered the job.

"I haven't been offered the job yet," I replied. "It was a stage one interview."

"Trust me," she smiled. "You've got it. You're exactly what the old lechers here like to look at. "I'm Liv, by the way." She offered me an impeccably manicured hand to shake.

"Alison, Ally," I responded, accepting the proffered hand.

"There, now you'll already know somebody when you start on Monday."

She beamed at me. She was utterly gorgeous. Straight brunette hair, cut into an almost raggedy but extremely stylish "do", her hazel eyes were accentuated by her glasses, and her bare arms were adorned by some very elegant floral tattoo work.

"Let's wait and see, shall we, Liv?" I smiled back, releasing her hand. "Who knows, perhaps I'll see you again soon."

She seemed almost reluctant to let my hand go. And to be honest, I would've let her hold my hand all day. Her soft skin and those dewy hazel eyes made me realise all the more how much I missed certain things in life.

I'd just interviewed for a receptionist's position in one of London's massive glass and steel buildings. Multiple companies hosted around a dozen reception desks set in a semicircle around the large foyer. Thirty floors and, no doubt, thirty glass ceilings. I was joining society and the workforce at large.

I was twenty-four, and I certainly hadn't seen myself as a receptionist four years previously. I'd been a promising student at Oxford, studying law, but a drunken night with a T.A. and my legendary inability to say no to a stiff cock had put paid to that idea.

My son Jake was born when I was twenty-one. I'd already quit Oxford and moved into the granny annexe my parents had built for my grandmother. Sadly she'd died before she ever had a chance to live in it. My parents were massively supportive and welcomed me and Jake home with open arms.

The T.A.'s parents were suitably mortified to find out they were going to be grandparents. And utterly horrified to hear that their son had zero intention of marrying me. So, to make some form of recompense for my now fucked career in law. His father had paid me off. A wealthy as shit hedge fund manager, he'd paid off my student loans and tuition and then written a cheque for sixty thousand pounds without blinking. He figured that was what I'd lose with no chance to work as a second-year paralegal.

We were quids in, had a roof over our heads and food in our bellies, so we were going to be ok for the time being. But even sixty grand doesn't last forever, and for the couple of years I'd been working odd temp jobs here and there to supplement our little nest egg.

My mum, who's an absolute treasure, doesn't have to work. She figured it would do me good to get back out there into a proper job. So, she'd willingly agreed to take Jake to and from nursery and look after him in the mornings and until I got home from work.

As it turned out, Liv's powers of divination rivalled Nostradamus. I was just about to go down into the underground to catch the tube home when I got the call. It had been less than an hour. Could I start on Monday? It was only Tuesday; I said I could start tomorrow if they wanted. We came to an agreement: I'd do Thursday morning for 'onboarding', a full day on Friday to 'get the feel of the place' and a full start on Monday.

I was excited. No more Disney Junior and CBeebies. I could be around grown-ups again. I'd missed having a life and a social life. At Oxford, I'd been quite the party animal. Who knows, new job, new start, new friends even.

What I'd really missed, though, was sex. It felt like so long since I'd had a good fucking I was convinced my virginity had grown back. The first time I let a guy fuck me, experiencing that feeling of being filled with a throbbing dick at sixteen, it was like a key in a lock. Jail was open, and all my horny little demons ran amok. When I took my gap year between A Levels and Oxford, I didn't go to Australia. I didn't build sustainable homes in Africa. I didn't even work the bars in Greece. Nope, I took a voyage of discovery and shagged my way around the UK.

Festivals, gigs, bars, clubs – you name it. Guys, girls, and even the odd married couple. Any given night out usually ended up either with some random guy's cock in my mouth or with me being happily ensconced between a pretty girl's legs. I enjoyed the feel of a hard cock in me but wasn't too fussed about what came attached to it. I LOVED fucking girls, though. Just the sheer variety and their endless stamina and imagination thrilled me to the core.

By the time it came to start uni, though, I have to admit, I was more than ready to give my pussy a break.

I'd gone up to Oxford intending to be a good, celibate girl, knuckle down and work hard. I didn't even fancy Jake's dad as such. Wrong place, wrong time...and a glorious hard cock. I was drunk, he smelt good, and one thing led to another. So much for law school.

xoxoxoxoxo

So it was on the Thursday morning that I walked into the twenty-four-floor steel and glass monstrosity to be greeted by a breathless, excited Liv.

"Ally," she waved and ran over to me. "See, I told you you'd get it." She had the most delightful Mancunian accent that made her instantly likeable. "And you look grrreat," she whispered in my ear. "You're going to fit in a treat with the other girls."

If I looked great in my grey two-piece and black tights, well, Liv looked positively jaw-dropping. She wore a black silk blouse and a short, very tight, way-above-the-knee black skirt. She wore strappy high heels, and her hair was pulled partly into a messy topknot held in place by two geisha-style hairpins, the rest hanging in seductive chestnut tendrils. She looked sexy as hell.

I was both pleasantly surprised and a little shocked that she could get away with her attire. But it did make me happy that maybe I didn't have to look quite as dowdy as I felt.

Sadly, I didn't see her again for the rest of my morning. But I left for home at lunchtime, feeling excited to go back the following day.

There were twelve companies in our building and twelve reception desks, each with two staff so that each desk was always manned. Liv and I didn't work for the same company but did work right next door to each other, though. This was fine by me; my immediate colleague at my desk was a slightly stuffy thirty-something who looked at me like I was no better than chewing gum on a shoe sole. She literally showed me the basics, and that was it. After that we barely spoke, unless we were going to the loo, making coffee or taking a lunch break. Liv and I, however, clicked instantly, and over the course of the next day, we easily and very naturally became friends.

Liv was twenty-two, so a little younger than me. She was single, and it turned out she had her own little flat in Lewisham. So not a million miles from me at Mum and Dad's in Blackheath village.

I couldn't help but notice, during that first morning though, that she was lovely to male visitors, but to any woman who came up to her desk, she was an absolute sweetheart. Man, she could turn on the charm. Could she possibly be into girls? I wondered.

It was lunchtime on that very first Friday when I got the first signals that I was right. She was showing me around the receptionists' lunchroom (which was better than most hotel dining rooms), and we were making coffee. We both reached for the sugar at the same time. Corny? Yes. Sexy? Oh hell yes.

Her hand landed on mine, and I didn't flinch. In fact, I made no effort to move my hand away. She looked into my eyes and whispered, "I'm so glad you got the job; I really hoped it'd be you."

I flexed my fingers gently under her hand to maximise the contact and whispered back, "Me too." I gave her a smile before very slowly withdrawing my hand from under hers, making sure I could feel her fingers completely.

I hadn't started a new job with the intention of finding a playmate, but the chemistry between Liv and me was undeniable. Did I want to complicate matters by getting involved with a colleague? Who can say, but the seeds of what was to come were most definitely sown.

xoxoxoxoxo

Monday rolled up, and so did my hemline. And the attraction between Liv and me grew. Sidelong glances at each other. Sitting shoulder to shoulder in the breakroom. A sly bitten lip here and there if a flash of thigh became noticeable. It was Tuesday, though that germinated those previously sown seeds.

"Me and a few of the other girls are getting a drink after work. Can you join?" She'd asked me over lunch.

"I'd love to, but I really have to get home for kiddo," I responded sadly. Deeply craving a bit of social interaction. "Mum's had him all day; I shouldn't."

"Oh, c'mon, Allyyy, pleeeease, just one drink, maybe two. You'll be home by seven, I promise."

I tried to speak, but she cut in. "It won't even cost us anything. Mandy across the way has access to her mob's expense account card. They don't even question it if it's below five hundred quid."

I caved in and texted my mum, who immediately wrote back, "Have fun, Jake'll be fine. no need to rush home."

So at five fifteen that afternoon, ten of us from the small army of reception staff crowded around two small tables in the cocktail bar a short walk from our building. It felt so good to be out in the world, indulging in girly gossip. Ragging on boyfriends, complaining about work. It was a completely normal, everyday gathering, but for me, it was the most fun I'd had in ages.

Being so snug and close to Liv on my left-hand side was an added bonus. I was halfway down my second Long Island Iced Tea when she made her move. She leaned across, ostensibly to talk to Jamie, the redhead on my right. In doing so, she surreptitiously dropped her right hand to rest it on my nylon-clad thigh.

I gave a low gasp at the sudden contact, relishing the feel of her hand on me. She gave me a glance, an unspoken 'Is this okay?' She coupled it with a seductive half smile, those gorgeous hazel eyes squinting like a loving cat.

I discreetly dropped my left hand to lay it on hers, giving it a squeeze. An unspoken green light for her to continue. And so we sat, with all around us doing nothing more than enjoying the drinks and conversation. What the crowded group couldn't see was my fingers laced over hers as her fingertips stroked and caressed my thigh inching ever higher. I trembled in pleasure as she caressed soft, slow figure eights on the gauzy fabric of my tights.

I drained my drink to suppress a moan just as Mandy flashed the company plastic and got up to buy yet another round. I used the lull in conversation to announce that I needed the loo.

"I'll come with you," Liv piped up as the crowd shuffled apart for me. "I'm bursting, and now we can finally move; c'mon."

The redhead, Jamie, shot a knowing glance at one of the other girls as we got up. I had a feeling we were rumbled and that we'd be the subject of some water cooler gossip very soon.

I barged into the ladies' loo, thankful to find it empty, and leant back against the sinks as Liv came in hard on my heels.

"Well, I guess you figured out that I like girls," she said in a husky low voice, slinking up close to me.

I reached for her hands. "And I guess you've figured out that I do too," I replied quietly. "Fuck, Livvy, you're gorgeous."

She took my hands, and I pulled her to me. "Ally, I don't do this with just anyone I work with. I, I really like you."

I just about managed to breathe, "I like you too," before she softly pressed her lips to mine.

We kissed, right there in the ladies' loo. It was a slow-burning, delicious kiss. She tasted of booze and used just the right amount of tongue to make me go weak at the knees. She held my hips as I crossed my wrists behind her neck. Our bodies are perfectly moulded together.

I relished the cling of her lipstick as our lips parted. "I really do need to pee, though." I laughed, "And if we're too long, the others will notice."

"Jamie already knew I fancied you. She's good as gold, though that one doesn't gossip." She pressed her forehead to mine. "Can I call you later?"

"Yes, please, give me a ring around nine-thirty; Jakey'll be fast asleep by then."

We slipped into separate cubicles and did our business before sharing another quick kiss and rejoining the girls. We each downed a third cocktail before the group broke up for the evening to head home.

It was a slightly tipsy me that didn't bother waiting for Liv to call; I called her at nine. We resisted the urge to Facetime, but we did however, indulge in a hefty bout of deliciously filthy phone sex before hanging up at around ten-fifteen. If she was as hot in bed as she was on the phone, I was in for a treat sometime.

Work the next day was a nightmare. All I wanted to do was kiss Liv again, and I think she felt the same. We took our lunch break together, heads huddled, knees touching under the table.

"Come clubbing with me, Jamie and Bev on Saturday," she said. "There's a lovely little club called Neon Kitten in New Cross, and this Saturday it's ladies only. No sleazy guys hitting on you every ten seconds."

"I'll ask Mum, but I can't promise." It had been a dog's age since I'd been dancing. "I'll ask if she can take Jakey overnight."

"If you don't want to go home in a cab," she discreetly stroked my hand, "you can always...stay at mine."

She bit her lip and rubbed her ankle up my calf. I let a low moan slip from my lips.

"I'll...fuck...I'll ask Mum tonight and let you know." I managed to whisper.

Luckily, the rest of the day flew around, and I asked my dear mum if she'd mind me having a night out. Being the utter sweetheart that she is, she said yes.

"Of course, love, it's about time you had some fun. And," she paused, "if you meet a nice chap, don't come rushing home. Jakey'll be fine with me and his grandpa. We'll take him to the zoo or something on Sunday so you can sleep it off."

"Mum," I chuckled at her impropriety. "You are terrible. It's just a chance to go dancing with the girls. Nothing more."

"You never know," she grinned wickedly. "Any chance for a bit of fun, love?"

I didn't tell her that it was a ladies-only night. I also didn't tell her that if I got lucky, it was going to be with my sexy new work friend.

When I told Liv on Thursday morning, she was overjoyed. We made plans to meet at her place on Saturday evening, and I'd get ready there. Luckily, she told me it was an anything-goes dress code. So no need to look like some Russian call girl scouting for an oligarch.

xoxoxoxoxo

I was excited beyond belief as I hit the intercom to Liv's building. She buzzed me up and greeted me at the top of the stairs, leaning seductively in her open doorway.

She kissed me as soon as the door was closed. "Hey you, I'm just finishing up. I'll be out in a sec."

She led me to her dressing table so I could do my makeup and headed back into the bathroom."

I shucked my jeans and pulled on a pair of skimpy, very tight shorts and coupled them with an equally tight-fitting, retro Pepsi Cola t-shirt. (Don't worry, dear reader, I'd bathed and shaved every inch of myself earlier in the afternoon, and I mean every inch). I fluffed my hair into something resembling a nineteen seventies Farrah Fawcett and began applying my makeup. No heels this night; I stuck to my Adidas for a night of dancing.

When Liv came out of the bathroom, I honestly could've sworn off going out and fucked her right there and then. The raggedy hairstyle was back, her eyes were smoky as hell, and she'd swapped her glasses for bright, emerald green contact lenses. Her clothes were almost an extension of office wear. If office wear was intended to soak every pussy and stiffen every cock in the building. She was in black pinstripes. The skirt was short, so short and fucking tight. Little more than a band around her hips, accentuating her thighs. Her top was a matching waistcoat. Buttoned up, showing her cleavage, and short enough to display her midriff. Her perfect little tits didn't need a bra. She'd tied a silk tie loosely round her neck, the tip touching the waist of her shorts. Brand new black Converse on her dainty feet.

"Fuck me!" was all I could say. I was flabbergasted.

"Well, that's the plan, pet. Believe me, that's the plan. But first...dancing!! The Uber'll be here any minute."

We downed a large shot of vodka each and headed down to our waiting car.

During the drive, Liv reached into her tiny clutch and pulled out a little baggie.

"My brother got me a couple of Mollies; do you want one?"

I hadn't done ecstasy since before I got pregnant, and as I had a free pass and a debauched night in mind, I jumped at the chance. I went to reach for a tablet.

"Uh-uhhh, not like that, babe," she whispered. "Like this."

She placed the tablet on her tongue and kissed me, passing me the tiny tablet on her tongue.

When I'd swallowed the pill, she gazed at me. "My turn," she said seductively.

We repeated the process, tablet on my tongue, deep kiss… pill delivered. It hadn't even occurred to me the driver could watch, and I couldn't have cared fucking less. This was going to be one hot night.

Jamie, Liv explained, wasn't gay. Bev was her 'friend with benefits', who helped her get over her numerous breakups. The two girls were in the queue waiting for us when we arrived. Bev was beautiful. Spiralled black hair, café au lait skin and the most sinfully plump, kissable lips I'd ever seen.

While tonight wasn't billed strictly as a lesbian night, as we shuffled up the line, it was obvious that 'that vibe' was in the air. Girls and women, all shapes, ages and sizes. Girlfriends, curious singles, fuckbuddies, and FWBs. A few glam grannies, even a few in sexy school uniforms. All out for a good time, and for some, the chance of a hot night with another woman. For a lucky few, the chance to slake the thirst of curiosity with a woman or girl they'd never met. And would likely never see again.

The club occupied the top floor of a large pub, and as we climbed the stairs, Liv slipped her arm round my waist, her hand resting on my bum. I leaned my head onto her shoulder just as we reached the entry door.

"Have a good night, girls," said a pretty, heavily pierced, heavily tattooed young woman as she stamped our hands.

It was an assault on the senses as the Molly kicked in. The lights were pretty, verging on psychedelic, my senses were heightened, and I began to feel that warm, libidinous, loved-up feeling. Bev and Jamie hit the bar as Liv and I slid straight to the dancefloor.

The air was thick with the scent of sweat, various perfumes and body sprays. A lingering last vestige of good weed on someone's clothes and that unmistakable pheromonal musk of a crowd of excited women.

Musically, it covered it all, from seventies disco hits to noughties Ibiza classics. We danced with abandon, sometimes all four, sometimes singly, sometimes swapping partners. But Liv and I were never more than a hand stretch apart. We drank sparingly. Keep hydrated with plenty of water to combat the inevitable dehydration from the ecstasy. We all just downed the occasional shot to keep the buzz going.

We'd been drinking, dancing, and laughing for nearly two hours when I noticed Bev slowly sweep Jamie toward the outer edges of the room. Claiming her mouth in a kiss that was a joy to watch, as her hand slithered up the redhead's short dress.

I yelled in Liv's ear, "Fuck me, did you see that? They look so fucking sexy together."

"I did. Jamie's a proper fuckbunny, but you're sexier, babe." She wound her body around mine, kissed me and grabbed my hand. "Let's take a break."

We grabbed a shot and a bottle of water each before she led me to a smaller, seductively lit room off the main dancefloor. The club's chillout area. It was a mass of beanbags, large throw pillows, and a few sofas. Women lounged, some conversing, others having found a playmate, making out.

I flopped back onto a beanbag as Liv playfully straddled my thighs. I resisted the urge to look up her skirt. I desperately wanted to but also wanted to prolong the fun.

"Having fun?" she asked as she softly nuzzled into my neck. Her lips, her breath making me shiver in anticipation.

"Best fun ever," I responded, holding her head to me, twirling my fingers in her hair. I savoured the feel of her petite little body finally nestled with mine.

We relaxed. She rolled off me as we drank deeply, the water making her lips glisten seductively.

"Shall we...book an Uber for, say, half an hour...then...go home?" She winked at me. I knew that going home wasn't going to involve cocoa and a bedtime story.

I pulled my phone from my back pocket and made the booking. "I hope you're not feeling sleepy, baby," I said to her, smiling.

"Sleepy! No fucking way, dance with me."

"I've been dancing with you all night, Liv. Who else am I going to dance with?"

She pulled me to my feet. "No, dance with me," she said, a wicked glint shining in those bright green contacts.

She pulled me back onto the dancefloor just as a perfect, sleazy R&B bump and grind began playing.

She grabbed the waistband of my shorts, pulling me to her, rolling her hips against me as I ran my hands up her sides. I swear I could feel her body heat. Our feet were in perfect sync as we snaked and slithered around one another.

Fuck, she looked sexy. Her hair was damp at the tips. Her skin had a light sheen of sweat, tiny droplets clinging to her taut tummy.

As I manoeuvred my way behind her, I whispered, "I want you like fucking crazy."

She pushed back, circling her hips to grind her pert bum against me. I felt her stiffen as I ran my hands down her front to her thighs and slowly stroked upwards. Almost threatening to slide under that ridiculous excuse for a skirt.

She relaxed again as my hands travelled back up, over her waist. I licked her skin, her neck, to the sweet spot behind her ear.

"Fuck," I heard her gasp as I boldly slid my hand through the armhole of her waistcoat. Caressing and stroking her beautiful perky 32B, feeling the nipple stiffen under my palm.

She tilted her head back, and I kissed her.

"Let's get out of here," she yelled. "We need to fuck...now!!"

We left the dancefloor with our arms around each other. I noticed a few happy glances as we passed other revellers. And one older woman chanced her arm, giving my butt a playful spank with a shout of "Go get her!"

I suddenly remembered we had company. "Hey, what about the others?"

"Don't worry darlin', Jamie's probably getting fingered in the back of a cab crossing Tower Bridge by now," she replied. "That's kind of Bev's kink."

We slid into the back of our waiting Uber, which was already at the kerbside. I leaned back into Liv, content just to let her hold me for the fifteen-minute ride back to her flat. She softly stroked my arm, her hand sliding down my side. Out of view of the driver, she slipped her hand up and under my T-shirt to cup and squeeze my breast.

I let out an involuntary gasp and felt yet another twinge between my thighs.

"Two can play that game," she chuckled huskily in my ear as my nipple stiffened to her touch.

The car pulled up, and as I climbed out, I felt her hand slide up my inner thigh. I stayed still for a moment hoping for more. But she gave my tush a gentle slap to move me along.

She buzzed us in, and the bright lights came on automatically as we entered. The hallway and landing burst into a bright white glare.

As Liv ascended the stairs two steps in front of me, I finally got the view I'd denied myself earlier. A straight-ahead view up her tiny skirt that took my breath away.

Her thighs were glistening wet, and not from sweat. What had once been a pair of gauzy white knickers was now a transparent, soaking wet masterpiece. She had one foot higher than the other, stretching the material even tighter over her perfect, rose petal-like pussy. I could see everything. And, dear reader, she had the most beautiful pussy I'd ever seen.

"Fuck me, Livvy, your knickers are soaking," I gasped. "I can see your fucking pussy." My breath was ragged, making my voice catch.

She leant forward, gripping the top step. She spread her legs and pushed her bum out in a blatant invitation.

"So fucking do something about it then," she almost sobbed. "It's you that's been causing it all fucking week. Please, Ally, please."

How could I refuse? I grasped her ankles just above her high tops and pushed my head upward, licking a trail up her wet inner thigh. Fuck, she smelt so sexy. Lightly sweaty and so fucking musky. I dragged my tongue over the wet gusset of her knickers as I slid one hand up and around her, gently pressing on her tummy to pull her tight to my lips.

She mewled in pleasure, dropping to her knees on the step while she rocked back on my mouth. Did I mention I love fucking girls? In that one moment, Liv became the hottest girl I'd ever been with. Her pure wild abandon at letting me tongue her pussy in such a potentially public place thrilled me to my very core. I couldn't help slipping a hand between my legs to give myself some rough comfort over my shorts. I was soaking; I could feel it through my shorts, and I was loving every second.

She scrambled to her feet. "Not here, babes, we can't, but fuck, I need you," she gasped.

She opened the flat door and made a beeline for the bedroom off of the lounge. I didn't wait to be sensually undressed. I kicked off my trainers and peeled my shorts and knickers off right there. Relishing that wet cling as my undies peeled away from my soaking twat.

Liv was sprawled on the bed frantically wrenching at her hightops as I entered the bedroom wearing nothing but my tiny tee and sneaker socks.

I leaned over her as she tossed the offending shoes aside. I unbuttoned her waistcoat, finally seeing her perfect little tits bare for the first time. My hand slid up her skirt, teasing her wet knickers down while I lovingly licked and sucked her tiny berry-like nipples.

She needed more, though. She pushed at my shoulders to guide me between her sexy toned legs again. Her thighs lifted and draped over me as I French kissed her now naked, silk-smooth cunt. That delightfully wet scrap of lingerie still hung seductively from one slender ankle. I slid my tongue into her as deep as I could, while I reached over her thigh, stroking her clit with my thumb.

She reached down and grabbed a fistful of my hair as her legs tightened around me. Her beautiful little body arching up as her body stiffened. The first one was going to be quick and violent.

"Al..ahhhh fuuck Allyyyyy," she pulled my hair so hard that it genuinely hurt as her first orgasm crashed over. She bucked, she writhed, and oh my god, did her pussy flow. My face was sticky and glazed. She was exquisite.

I crawled up her body, claiming her lips in a hungry kiss, sharing her taste with her as I rolled my aching, screaming-for-attention pussy on her silky thigh. She didn't keep me waiting. She wriggled under me, still partially clothed, to bury her pretty face between my thighs. I rode her pretty face like a Grand National winner. My fingers laced behind her head to haul her tightly to my overexcited, overheated cunt. I worried I was going to suffocate the poor girl. But when I lifted a little to allow her to breathe, she dug her nails into my hips and pulled me straight back down. Liv and Ally tied at one apiece.

I collapsed, lying beside her breathless while she wriggled out of the rest of her clothes.

"Don't tell me you're done already, pet," she giggled. "I booked you for the whole fucking night, remember?!"

Fuck me, she was a dream come true. Her makeup was fucked. Streaked all over her face, and her hair was a mess. She looked beautiful. I skinned off my sweaty t-shirt, finally setting my tits free before leaning over. to kiss her

"Not on your fucking life," I growled. Reaching for her again. "I'm a value-for-money gal!"

We screwed for hours, just about any way two girls can. Orgasms merged, both of us losing count as we rode one gigantic, blissful, climactic wave.

As the first streaks of dawn turned the sky pink, Liv delivered the killer blow. We were locked in a classic scissor, my leg anchored over her hip. We are playing hide the toy on a large, delightfully knobbly double-ender, our bodies slick with a mixture of sweat, lube and each other.

She nipped my earlobe and whispered, "C'mon baby, one more for Livvy; there's a good girl." Just as she slipped her hand under me and, expertly and without warning, slid three slick fingers up my already stretched arse.

I'd never cum so hard. I shook, I cried, I bit her shoulder...and I passed out.

I was roused a few hours later by delicious smells coming from Liv's kitchenette. And I was greeted by the sight of a fresh-faced, pristinely showered girl, handing me a cup of hot, strong, sweet tea and a bacon sandwich.

"Good morning, babe," she smiled at me and sat on the bed wearing nothing but a baggy t-shirt.

"Good morning to you too, gorgeous." I took a sip of tea. And then said something so automatically and naturally it scared me. "Mmm, that's perfect, love you."

She looked at me, stunned. "Well, I was really hoping last night wasn't a one-off, but...Ally I think I love you too. I felt it the moment we met. Tell me I'm crazy."

I hadn't planned on saying it. I'd never said it to anyone before and certainly not out of the blue, but I knew in my heart I meant it. In the space of ten days, I'd fallen head over heels for Liv. My pretty, petite northern lass.

xoxoxoxoxox

That was three months ago. Mum was shocked but happy to discover that I was dating a girl. Dad, well, I think he's got a little crush on my Livvy, and Jakey adores her.

We're not even bored of being at work together. We seem to have this bond. We can't bear to be apart.

And yeah, we still dance. Every day we dance. It might be with Jake, to the radio in my kitchen. It might be that we dance naked in Liv's flat before inevitably making love. It might just be a hip bump with a smile to some imaginary bump and grind in the staff canteen.

But let me tell you, the music hasn't stopped yet.