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I remember her first day at work. She had this cool confidence that drew me to her right away. She’s so comfortable in her own skin. She wears no makeup and has the best laugh, the best smile. I’ve had crushes on girls before, but not like this. Sometimes we have this prolonged eye contact that feels so charged with sexual chemistry. Visions run through my mind of all the things I wish we could try.
We sit next to each other at lunch every day, and I fantasize about putting my hand on her knee, under the table where no one can see. She’d look at me surprised, but with want in her eyes. I’d slide my hand up further, reaching her pussy. I rest my warm hand there, nervous to do more. She places her hand on mine and encourages me to pulse my fingers against her clit. I oblige, feeling my clit throb with each pulse. She lets out a quiet whimper, covering her mouth to hide it. We’re already being way too risky with everyone around us so I stop. We try to act normal for the rest of lunch, our knees rubbing against each other.
I’m so distracted the rest of the day. All I can think about is kissing her. Slow and deep. Hands running over her curves, pulling her into me…
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