101 EROTICA STORIES (76 page)

Betty was floored. She pretty much had an open mind when it came to such things, but never had she heard someone say such thing so brazenly, so confidently. Besides, she didn’t see how Nina’s gender orientation was in any way related to the matter at hand, which was to screen her, Betty, for the job she was dying to get. Nina, a lesbian? Big deal. So what? How on earth did that relate to the interview and the screening process.

“You are?” Betty found herself asking.

“Does that bother you?” Nina asked, eyeing Betty.

Betty hurriedly shook her head. “No, not at all, Nina,” she responded. “I guess I just never saw it coming. Um, you’re really beautiful, you know that, right?”

Nina laughed. Her laughter was melodic. It reminded Betty of the soft tinkling sound that chimes make in the wind. “Oh, Betty!” she exclaimed. “You’re funny, you know that?” She grinned. “I like funny.”

“Nina, I don’t see what this has to do with—” Betty started, but Nina cut her off with another dismissive wave of her well-manicured hand.

“Yes, yes, I see your point,” Nina said, almost impatiently. “The job, yes. Of course. That’s what you’ve been here all along.” She drummed her fingers on the table.

Betty felt uncomfortable. She didn’t know why she had said what she did, but it was too late to take the words back now. She didn’t want Nina to let her walk out the door without even going through something that resembled an interview just because she had made a dismissive comment regarding Nina’s sexual preferences and over what Rachel had said about her, Betty.

“Nina, I didn’t mean it that way,” Betty said. “I apologize if I had offended you.”

That dismissive wave of the hand again. “Nonsense, Betty,” Nina said. “You’re right. You came here for an interview for a job you’re just dying to get.”

Betty sensed the sarcasm on the word dying, but she chose to ignore it.

“I’m going to grant you the interview, Betty, of course I will.” Nina grinned. “After all, isn’t that what I’m here for? But first, I want us to play a little bit.” She pushed her chair back, stood up, and walked to the front of the desk where Betty was seated.

Betty suddenly felt very nervous. She now had an idea of what Nina Olsen meant by playtime. While Betty had always had a thing for sex, she had always done it with her boyfriends, or at least with someone she knew enough for her to have comfortable sex with them. She had never done the deed with a stranger, no matter how good looking he was and no matter how tempted she was. Not to mention she had never done it with a girl, although she and her close friend Haley had once shared a kiss over too many bottles of beer. That was Haley, though, and they had laughed over it when they had gotten sober.

Nina Olsen, drop-dead gorgeous as she was, was another matter.

Betty shut her eyes as Nina’s hand dropped down on her shoulders. The hands began to knead Betty’s shoulders gently.

“Nina, I don’t know what you mean,” Betty said faintly.

“Nonsense,” Nina replied behind her. The hands kept on moving. “I know you know what I mean, Betty.” Now the hands were on Betty’s collarbone. “Quit playing dumb. You know what I mean. You know what I want.”

Betty opened her eyes. Should she say yes, or should she say no? She thought about the job, about how she had no solid clue of what it was but how much she wanted it. She shut her eyes again. Nothing wrong in giving in to Nina’s request, right? It’s not like they would see each other on a daily basis, not to mention Nina could either give or deny the job to her depending on her answer.

With her eyes still shut, Betty said, “Okay, Nina, let’s play.”

“Great!” Nina chirped. Her hands began to move confidently now, from Betty’s delicate collarbones to the very tops of her perfectly round breasts. “There you go. Let’s get started.”

Betty’s eyes remained shut as Nina’s hands moved lower until they rested on top of Betty’s tits. By now Nina had moved closer to Betty, and Nina’s own breasts were now touching the back of Betty’s neck and shoulders. While Betty felt Nina’s hands fondling her own tits, she also felt Nina’s neck pressed firmly at her neck and shoulders. From feel alone, Nina Olsen’s tits felt large and firm enough although the crisp white suit she was wearing didn’t give a hint at either.

“Your breasts feel lovely, Betty,” Nina said softly as she tugged and pulled furiously at Betty’s tits. Betty had opened her eyes by now. She was beginning to get all worked up at Nina’s groping. She shifted slightly, and she was reminded of the sticky sensation in her panties. She remembered what she had been doing before this so-called interview, and she blushed. It was almost like she was getting herself all worked up for this.

“I want to suck on your tits,” Nina said abruptly.

Her hands disappeared from Betty’s chest, only to be replaced by the full sight of her right in front of Betty. Betty started to rise off her chair, but Nina stopped her and gestured for her to sit right back down.

“Stay where you are,” Nina commanded. “Sit down, Betty.”

Betty sat back down as Nina knelt in front of her. The two women were about the same height. Nina raised a hand and ran her fingers down Betty’s face then down her neck and chest again.

“Beautiful, beautiful,” Nina murmured as she undid the straps that held Betty’s wraparound dress in place. Once the straps were undone, Nina rudely pushed the fabric aside to reveal Betty’s lace bra. Nina’s eyes grew wide slightly at the sight of Betty’s perfect breasts in the lacy underwear. Her tongue ran across her lips, and Betty had to smile inwardly at the sight of someone like Nina Olsen getting fired up at the mere sight of her own breasts.

“Sit still, beautiful,” Nina said softly as she placed her hands over Betty’s tits again. This time she pulled the bra down to reveal Betty’s twins. Sure enough, they tumbled out gracefully from their lacy confines. Once free, Nina wasted no time on them. She took one breast in her mouth and suckled hungrily.

Betty was getting aroused. There was something at the sight and feel of another woman getting a generous helping of your tit. She wrapped her arms around Nina’s neck and pulled her closer. Nina too wrapped her arms around Betty and pulled her closer. The two women were now pressed close together.

Betty arched her back, encouraging Nina to take in as much of her breasts as she could. Nina opened her mouth wider and indeed took in more of Betty’s breast. The sensation made Betty feel very erotic, and she moaned out loud. Nina, encouraged by Betty’s moaning, ran a hand up Betty’s leg and right into soft mound between her thighs.

“Nina,” Betty breathed. Nina answered by sucking harder on Betty’s nipple as she, at the same time, slid in her whole hand beneath Betty’s panties.

Betty’s thoughts raced. What if Nina discovers she, Betty, had been wet all along? Nina would think she was a total slut!

But Nina said nothing of that sort. She pulled at Betty’s nipple slightly before releasing it from her mouth. Her green eyes met Betty’s hazel ones.

Nina smiled. “Betty, you’re very wet.”

Betty blushed, which made Nina laugh again, but still she didn’t say anything. She didn’t feel like explaining to Nina, still a total stranger, what she had been doing minutes before their paths crossed.

“You’ve been naughty, have you?” Nina asked teasingly as she inserted a finger into Betty’s crack. The movement was sharp, and it made Betty gasp and sit up straight.

“That hurts a bit, Nina,” Betty said.

“It doesn’t,” Nina answered. The hand that wasn’t in Betty’s pussy slid around Betty’s waist and went down on her butt, where it settled down and cupped the firm, toned flesh beneath the navy dress. The hand caressed the round behind, a move that added to Betty’s growing arousal.

The finger inside Betty’s cunt became two fingers. Their thrusting in and out of her cunt picked up speed, and soon, she was bucking her hips on the chair, spreading her legs are far apart as they would go, and giving off soft moans. She was riding on Nina’s fingers, which were unforgiving and relentless. All the while, with her fingers inside Betty’s pussy, Nina never took her green eyes off the other woman in the room. They remained steady, piercing even, as they took in the sight of the wildly rocking girl in the chair.

“Nina!” Betty gasped. She reached out and grasped the edge of the table with one hand while she held on Nina’s shoulder with the other. Nina still didn’t say anything. She simply went on watching Betty, who was now almost to the point of ecstasy and intense pleasure.

Betty felt like she was being ripped apart. Nina’s fingers were rough and without grace, but they knew where to touch, where to probe, which buttons to push. She was so aroused now. She felt like she could keep on shaking for as long as she lived. She looked at Nina’s face, but there wasn’t a hint of emotion on her features although Betty could hear her breathing become more labored. She was completely turned on, Betty realized. But being Nina Olsen apparently meant not showing even an inch of how you felt, not even in the throes of crazy passion.

Then a shaking fit took over Betty, and she knew the moment had arrived. “Nina, I’m coming!” she cried out loud. Still Nina went on thrusting her fingers in and out of Betty’s cunt, maintaining the same rhythm she had done since the beginning. So Betty came with Nina’s fingers plunging in and out of her. She screamed as she did, leaning back on her chair, shutting her eyes, letting her orgasm take control. She came twice before the shuddering subsided and she went limp on her chair.

Betty was embarrassed at having been caught coming like that by a total stranger. She felt Nina’s fingers slide out of her pussy, and she stopped herself from blurting out that she wanted those fingers back. She focused on getting her heart back to its normal pace before she opened her eyes. When she did, she saw Nina had lifted the hem of her dress and moving her head toward her pussy.

Betty was alarmed. “What are you doing?” she whispered, her fright evident in her voice.

“Don’t be scared,” Nina answered somewhere beneath her dress. “Everything’s going to be okay.”

Then Betty felt Nina’s cool tongue slide deep into her, and everything became very okay indeed. She gasped as the other woman’s tongue penetrated into her like a man’s dick would. Nina truly knew very well what she was doing, and in spite of being wrapped up in her own passions, Betty had the dim sense of awareness to be impressed with Nina’s skills.

“Don’t stop, Nina,” Betty said in between moans. She grabbed the hem of her dress from Nina’s hands and brought the hem up herself. She placed both of her legs on top of Nina’s shoulders, spreading them wide and as far apart as they would go. Nina responded by licking Betty’s cunt more enthusiastically and helping open Betty’s legs even more by placing her hands on Betty’s knees and pulling them apart.

Betty lay completely exposed on the chair, with Nina lapping up the delicate flesh between her legs. Betty moaned and writhed and gasped as much as the limited space would allow. She couldn’t get enough of the feel of Nina’s tongue inside her.

Then Nina clamped her lips over Betty’s clitoris and started to very gently suck on it. The sensation sent Betty over the clouds, and she had to clamp her own mouth shut lest she scream all over the place, which she felt she could very well do. Nina sensed Betty’s reaction and made things more difficult for the brunette woman by inserting two fingers into her cunt while she, Nina, went on sucking at her clit.

Betty’s eyes were now rolling in her sockets. She was no longer aware of her surroundings or that she had expected to be interviewed and not eaten up like this. Not that she minded; she was, for the time being, past minding things now. All she could feel was Nina’s tongue and fingers exploring the soaked and sensitive flesh of the slightly hairy mound between her legs, and that was all that mattered. She joined in the intense erotic pleasure by playing with her breasts as Nina did her thing below.