I am 23, with long dark hair, baby blue eyes, and milky white skin. I am mostly happy in my marriage, and pretty bored in all other aspects of her life. My job has lately seemed more mundane every day. It is the constant cubicle dweller drone that I have been accustomed to since I graduated high school. Sometimes I kick myself for not going to college, but then I remember why I didn't go in the first place. There is really nothing there to be learned that couldn't be learned on a job. I just know that I am too intelligent for school at this point. It would just bore me and be a waste of my hard earned and already stretched fincances. Oh well... I have what can be described as a "pleasantly plump" womanly figure but that has not stopped me from knowing that I am ridiculously cute. Although, before I met my husband, Ken, I really never had high self esteem. I have learned to be more accepting of my body, but am still shy as hell. I guess I am lucky that I found someone who was able to teach me to love myself, as before, I used to let what other people said dictate how I felt about myself. On one particular Tuesday morning, I donned my "business casual" khakis and comfortably fitted red silk blouse. I had my hair up in a loose bun and, as usual, wore very little make-up, just enough to show off my (if i do say so myself) gorgeous eyes and lips. For a bit of dramatic irony for the audience, today is no ordinary tuesday! It is the day that I meet the woman who soon becomes my best girlfriend, Rebecca. Today was her first day, and the boss paraded her around the office like a prize. She was absolutely, drop dead, adorable! When she was introduced to me, I almost couldn't come up with anything to say! My jaw just seemed to drop as I took in this beautiful creature. "Hi, I'm Stephanie", I finally managed to eek out. "Sal tells me you're the go-to woman around here for any questions I could possibly have at this job!" I blushed. Sal was always talking me up. He was in his forties, balding, and just had the look of one of those skeevy guys at the end of the bar just waiting for the really drunk chick to need a ride home. However, as much like a car salesman as he looked, he was actually a real sweetheart. He really appreciated my work, and always let me have any time off or other special requests I ever needed. Occasionally he would look at me with what seemed like a slight interest, but he was a good guy, and respected my marriage. He never really let any desire out other than a fleeting glance. "I don't know about that..." I answered modestly in a near whisper. Sal gave me that knowing wink he has and just said "Steph here is just being shy, she really is the queen of the job around here, and she will be training you." My face lit up! I was nervous that I would not be able to contain my joy at being able to work so close to such a beauty, but nobody seemed to notice. Sal handed me some reports and went on his way, whistling softly to himself. "So, have you worked with this data system before?" I asked, delving into business to cover my severe interest in her. "Yes, I worked with it at my last job, DataStation, and I'm actually quite proficient.", she boasted. "Well", i said, "you really don't need too much training then do you!" "No I guess not", she said. Our eyes met and for a seemingly endless moment we took each other in. Her eyes were brown and big, like a does eyes. Her light brown hair was cut right below the shoulder and she was wearing it down today. She had on a gray "power suit" complete with stockings and "sensible" heels. I could tell she was not comfortable wearing this, but she felt it was appropriate for a first day. I commented on the suit. "Yeah", she said, "I really didn't get told about the dress code here, I was hired over the phone from my previous experience, and because my brother is the manager's friend from college. "Oh". I said. And, being captain obvious as I was known for doing, I said, "Well, you don't have to get so dressed up around here, we're pretty casual, hey, on Friday's we get to wear jeans!" "Yeah, I figured", she said and kind of giggled. She was even more beautiful when she let go a little. I began to feel the familiar tingling in between my legs that I really hadn't felt for a woman since high school. My mind raced a thousand scenarios involving her, and maybe my husband, or maybe not. Was it cheating? Should I include Ken? What if I'm completely barking up the wrong tree here? What if she's only pretending to be nice? I guess she noticed I had a bit of a far off look on my face. "What are you thinking about, cutie?" I almost fell off of my chair. I blushed so hard I think i lit up the office, and gave a coy little "oh... nothing". In my head I screamed "SHE CALLED ME CUTIE!" I adjusted myself in my seat and said "well, we should really get to work" and spent the rest of the afternoon teaching her our policies in regards to the system she already knew the ins and outs of, and showed her the reports we worked off of. She was ready to be on her own long before I let her. I just really liked being near her! I couldn't believe I was getting a crush on this woman that I barely knew, and I was married to boot! At four, I presented her to Sal as "fully trained" and he sat her in a cubicle right on the other side of the aisle. I was hoping against hope that the empty space there was for her, and was really happy at this lucky coincidence. At four fifteen, fifteen minutes before quitting time, I got really bold, out of nowhere. "Would you like to catch happy hour at Billiards and Boards?" Billiards and Boards was the local "arcade style" bar complete with over a dozen pool tables and a simalarly impressive number of dart boards. She lit up and said "I would love to!" The last fifteen minutes of the work day were a blur as my mind raced with seemingly endless possibilities. I felt a sort of lust filled adoration for this woman, but I really didn't know anything about her, other than she was really smart, and she had a brother. Two very random things to know about someone in such a short time, but it was a start. I didn't even know how old she was! We walked to the parking lot with girlish exitement about the night ahead and new found friendship. We laughed when we realized that we had parked next to each other by complete accident, and then found ourselves in the position to decide on who was driving, or if we were taking separate cars. My shyness tends to come out at the technicalities like this, and today was no exception. Rebecca leaned on her car as we chattered about nothing. Finally, and with great relief to me, she made the decision for us by telling me to get into her car. I obliged gratefully. We went to Billiards and Boards, where I was relatively well known - at least by the bartenders. We took a spot on the far right corner of the horseshoe shaped bar and settled into that awkward 20 minutes or so before the first beer hits. We shared a smile when we realized that we had both ordered Bud Light drafts, and she whipped out a wallet and paid before I even had a chance to object. I got a raised eyebrow from Stan, the portly gentleman behind the bar that new me by name, and I blushed. "So.", I said, noncommittally. "So.", she answered, followed by "you are ridiculously cute, did I tell you that already?" I blushed fiercely and said "Yes, you did, and if I didn't know any better I would think you were hitting on me!", I cajoled. From this I got raised eyebrows and a shoulder shrug that was really hard to read. We delved into our beers and related to our cigarettes to pass some silent time. 45 Minutes and 4 beers each later... We were laughing and talking like old friends. I'm not sure exactly when the awkwardness wore off, but I was so glad that it did. I found out more about her, that she was 29, had a degree in "liberal arts" because she just couldn't decide, and had moved to the area from Massachusetts right after graduation. I also found out that she was single. I was starting to become embarrassed that she wouldn't let me pay for any beer so I offered to buy her a shot. I guess this was "charming" because she winked and said, "well, maybe just this once." Well, now that we had mind eraser shots incorporated into our beer drinking, we really began to loosen up. Eventually, as was inevitable, one of us had to "break the seal" if you will, and it was her. "Excuse me, madame", she slurred, "but I need to use the little girl's room, will you watch my purse?" "No problem, but I'm next!" She took the way of exiting her barstool that had her breast brush lightly against my arm, sending goosebumps over my entire body. After about 20 minutes of waiting as patiently and ladylike as I possibly could, I decided she had been in the bathroom way too long, and decided to go in after her to make sure she was alright, after all, we had been drinking quite a bit. I grabbed our purses and headed toward the ladies' room. I entered to find her reapplying her lip gloss in the mirror. "Oh, hi!" she said, "couldn't wait, huh?" I shrugged and told her that I had to go really bad and made my way to a stall. She waited outside until I was done peeing and I came out to wash my hands. In the process of fighting with the paper towel machine, my clutzy self tipped over my purse and my personal effects were very suddenly exposed all over the dirty bathroom floor. She, being the kindly gentlewoman that she was turning out to be, helped me pick up the tampons, makeup, wallet, and other similarly kept items from off the floor to be wiped off and put back in my purse. I was blushing fiercely at this point and apologizing profusely for my clumsiness. "It's not a problem, sweetie", she said, reassuring me. After I had put the last piece of personal matter back into my purse, I found that she was staring at me shamelessly. I said "what?" and kind of turned away. She put a hand on each of my shoulders, leaned in, and planted a very delicate, friendly kiss on my lips. I wasn't expecting this but decided to kiss back, and our lips broke apart and our tongues entwined. I realized that this may have been the point of no return for me, but gathered up what was left of our composure and pulled away. Deciding that we were both a little tipsy and that the evening may just have taken on a slightly different angle, we decided to call it a night, at least at the bar. We sat in the car for a while, while she sobered up a little and we shared drunken mischeif stories from our respective pasts. During this time we found that we had something in common, that we had both been with another woman in high school, but hadn't even broached the subject since. The first couple of sentences out of her mouth after one of those world famous seven minute conversation slumps made me almost fall out of my seat. "Why don't you come spend the night at my house? That way you don't have to drive home, and I can bring you home in the morning to get ready for work, and then bring you to work." I gulped. Sensing my apprehension she said "Besides, you seem to be a little farther gone than me." I blushed as the realization hit me that she was probably right, and I shouldn't drive home. "Allright" I said, trying to hide how exited I was to be spending the night at her house. During the short drive from the bar to her house, I felt her hand brush against my thigh. It could have been an accident, while she was reaching for her cigarettes, or changing a cd, but it felt intentional. After this "happy accident" occurred a few more times, I first caught her hand as she was "retreating" and then took it into my own. As I looked over to see how this was being taken, I realized that it was her turn to blush fiercely. But, thankfully, she didn't take her hand away. We continued this way for the rest of the ride to her house, and conversation completely stopped. I don't think that either one of us had any idea what the rest of the night was going to be like.We arrived at her house not too long after. We were still holding hands as we pulled into her driveway. She let go of my hand and I said the usual bullshit about how nice her house was etc etc. She apparently lived alone, I guess her work at her previous company had been relatively lucritive. I am not entirely sure why she would have left that company for mine, maybe she got laid off. As if to answer the question that I hadn't even spoken (she had been doing that all night) she said that her grandmother had recently passed and had left her a relatively large sum of money. It was enough to buy her house and car in cash and save a little more. I was impressed by that, and said I was sorry for her loss but it was cool that she ended up being able to live comfortably because of it. She brushed it off saying her grandmother had been in a nursing home since she was five, and really didn't know her that well. We went inside and I was greeted with an impeccably clean and well decorated home. I was being lured in even as we were making small talk in the entryway. She led me into the living room, which had two couches and a loveseat, and gave me the option of choosing a seat. I chose one of the couches, and she proceeded to turn on her 52" TV and then went into the kitchen to get each of us a glass of water and also brought in an ashtray. I was still a bit shaken up from the confrontation in the bathroom and still positively inebriated. I had a lot to think about. I really loved my husband, but the prospect of making love to another woman was really, really tempting. I had a wet spot growing in my panties and I had the paranoid thought that maybe she could somehow smell it. I do not have a very strong smelling pussy but I was EXTREMELY aroused. After she set down her collection of glass objects she sat down directly next to me, even though I was on one end of the couch and she could have sat on the other side without seeming antisocial. We settled in to watch cartoon network and recover, and were soon laughing like little kids. Before I even realized what was happening she had her hand on my leg. I gulped almost audibly and pretended not to notice. When her hand started moving gently over my knee and back to my thigh I let out an uncontrollable sigh and leaned in to her. Something incredibly hilarious happened and we started laughing and then looked at each other to make the most of our laugh but then our gaze did not end when the commercials came on. I knew that she wanted to kiss me again, and I wasn't about to stop her. I guess that was when I made my decision to go forward. I rationalized to myself that what my husband didn't know wouldn't kill him, and that this was the "nature of the beast" of being a bisexual woman and it was inevitable. Our faces were very close to each other and she was giving me a very questioning look, as if to ask if what she were about to do was ok. I guess that the kiss in the bathroom was more instinctual and could be chalked up to drunken fun, but I seemed to sense that if I allowed her to kiss me here, that there would be no stopping what would happen, since we were completely alone. I drew in my breath and closed my eyes, and was rewarded with a very passionate kiss. Our tongues explored each other in a very sensual dance and then she gently bit my top lip and I moaned loudly. Her kiss seemed to have a sobering effect on me which I was grateful for since I really wanted to enjoy this. I boldly moved in to cup one of her perfect breasts in my hand and found her nipple with my thumb and rubbed. She began to make out with me with a pace that reminded me of being sixteen in a movie theater. Her kisses reeked of lust and passion, and she was by far the best kisser I had ever encountered. Since she was seated in the middle of the couch, I used my advantage to push her gently down into a lying down position and climbed between her legs and we made out some more. We broke apart and I gave her a lust-filled gaze and then started to unbutton her suit jacket, and then her blouse. She was not wearing a bra! Her breasts were even more beautiful and sexy than I could have ever imagined. Her nipples were deliciously erect and pink, and she had small aereoles that were a pinkish brown color. She smiled sheepishly at me and I took her left nipple into my mouth. All my prior experience, although from a long time ago, came back to me. I suckled her nipple expertly and I was rewarded with a pleasure filled moan. I unzipped her skirt and pulled that and her pantyhose down in one motion, leaving her in only her white lacy undies. As I was moving back up to her mouth to kiss her, I blew on her covered pussy provocitavly and inhaled her musky scent of arousal. She grabbed for my still shirt covered breasts with both hands as if she couldn't control herself and then exhaled loudly. I got on my knees next to the couch and pulled her underwear down with my teeth, leaving them at her knees, and she wriggled out of them and then she was completely naked. I gazed in awe at her perfectly trimmed reddish brown bush and she broke my trance by saying that I was slightly overdressed. This made me giggle kind of embarrassed, and I said "and what do you plan to do about it?" She said that she wasn't going to do anything, she wanted to watch me strip! I had stripped many times for my husband and had gotten it down to a science. I slowly unbuttoned my silk blouse and then unbuttoned my khakis. I let my blouse fall off my shoulders and gave her a cleavage shot as I pulled down my pants. I was wearing a matching purple lacy bra and panty set and she approved audibly. When I lifted back off I let my shirt fall completely off, stepped out of my khakis, and started to undo my bra. This was apparently too much for her as she got up and ripped at my panties like a ravaged beast and I let my breasts out for some air. She stared in awe at my erect white nipples and made a comment that she had never seen such beatiful breasts and just had to taste them. She took my right nipple into her mouth and at first froze, seemingly not sure what to do, but then she got her bearings and sucked heartily. I was at a peak of arousal and I couldn't help but moan loudly. "oh baby, oh baby" I pleaded and she put her hand in between my legs and let her open hand soak up my juices. She knelt down between my legs and did not hesitate in licking my pussy! I was surprised by this because I was pretty certain that I would have to be the one to initiate our sexual content, but she seemed to want to take the lead. My legs were about to give out from the wonderous things she was doing to my clit with her tongue, and I said so, and she "let" me sit down. I was in orgasmic bliss as she was alternating sucking on my clit and licking my pussy from the bottom up. I looked down at her face and she stared back at me with those doe eyes that sucked me in from the beginning, and I melted, suddenly realizing that I couldn't take much more. I arched my back and then I felt her middle finger penatrate me and stimulate my g-spot. I came hard, fast and loud, I shuddered as the incredible sensations swept through my body. She met my gaze again and then said proudly "I made you scream" I giggled like no one had ever made me come before, and this was a half truth, since I certainly hadn't come like THAT before! I told her this and she just smiled. She said that we should probably get to bed and I started to protest, saying I didn't get to make her cum, and she said, we will have plenty of time for that tomorrow! I followed her into her bedroom and picked my side of her king sized bed, and settled in to a very satisfied and slightly drunken sleep.