Naughty Office Party

Jen had not given any thought about the network’s Halloween party having been on assignment most of the week on the east coast tracking a hurricane. She was exhausted coming back to her apartment. “Just an hour, put in an appearance,“ she mumbled to herself in the hot shower. Jen felt slightly revitalized and took her time shaving herself. This included keeping her pubis bare. Jen treated the area with a salve to reduce the irritation. Jen dug through her closet to find her go-to costume: her high school cheerleader uniform. Old reliable. Jen took a quick check in the mirror; it still fit and felt as it always had.

Stephanie on the other hand, always planned her costume well in advance. She told her husband to stay home as she did not plan to stay long and knew he wanted to watch football. “He’ll probably just jack off anyway,” she mused. Which she was not opposed to. Stephanie understood men and their sexual needs well.

Jen arrived after Stephanie who was already a full drink into the festivities.

“Ha! Original!” Stephanie mock-scoffed at Jen’s outfit.

“Well, who’s Regina?” Jen asked, spying the name tag on Stephanie’s light pink cardigan. In fact, all of Stephanie’s outfit was a shade of pink.

“Duh! I’m Regina George? From Mean Girls?”

Jen doubled over laughing. “Well, you nailed it for sure!”

The two resumed chit chatting, and Jen found she was three drinks into the spiked punch. Jen loved working with Stephanie, and their sometimes-flirty banter with each other. Jen was feeling warm all over and her boundaries were slipping. Jen got a little closer to Stephanie.

“So, are you?”

“Am I what?”

“A mean girl?”

“Oh, you don’t want to know.”

“Suuuurrre I do,” Jen said, poking Stehpanie’s tummy.

“Don’t do that, Jen.”

Jen poked her friend again.

“I mean it.” Stephanie sounded firm, but this was often a technique she used before breaking out into a grin.

Jen did it again.

Stephanie was in no mood for games. She took Jen by the wrist and led her to the women’s room. It was immaculate.

“I told you not to do that, Jen.” Jen was drunk giggling and feeling unbalanced.

Stephanie, taller of the two, grabbed Jen’s face with her hand. Stephanie glared at Jen. Stephanie bent closer, “Don’t play with fire,” and finished the sentence with an open-mouthed kiss.

Jen was shocked but found her own mouth opening and searching for Stephanie’s tongue. They momentarily broke their embrace and looked into each other’s eyes. Jen’s willpower evaporated and they started kissing in earnest. Stephanie leaned against the sinks’ countertop and held Jen tightly and started exploring Jen’s athletic torso.

“Why’d you have to come in that uniform? You look like you’re fifteen,” she hissed.

“The great thing is, I’m not.” Jen’s pussy was drooling, and she felt surreally both blissful and as if she had wandered into the wrong part of a house, kissing and making out with Stephanie.

Stephanie had Jen face away from her, leaning both against the countertop. Stephanie slipped her hand under Jen’s short cheerleader skirt and up and under her light panties. Stephanie’s hand began a circular motion on Jen’s cunt. Stephanie hissed into Jen’s ear, “Do you know what it’s called when you mix butter, and sugar, together?”

“Whaa aaa t?”

“It’s called … creaming.” Stephanie removed her hand, her fingers covered with Jen’s sexual excitement, and licked a finger. “Mmmmm, just as sweet. You try.” Jen opened her mouth to receive Stephanie’s slick fingers and sucked eagerly, loving her own taste.

Stephanie suddenly broke off the intimate embrace, cleared her throat, and said, “I have to get back to Jake,” and left Jen standing there disheveled and questioning her own sexuality.

To be continued … ?