From the first moment I had seen Torrey in the office, I had known there was something about her.

Something about the confidence in how she carried herself, walking in like she knew she already owned the place.

She might have been my superior, but it was more than just that. I could feel a connection, burning bright between us, even then. In meetings, I found myself watching her, taking her in.

Those dark brown eyes, flecked with gold, her crop of brown hair; those cheekbones, that looked as though they could have cut glass.

How could I resist?

It just didn’t seem fair to ask me to deny myself this, even though I knew I should have known better than to let myself develop a crush on someone I worked with.

Let alone a woman.

It wasn’t that I’d never noticed women’s beauty before, of course I had, but I had never really known how to act on it.

I didn’t know how I was meant to respond when I caught a girl looking back at me, that little flash of amusement in her eyes as she watched me, as though she knew what was going through my mind.

I had always just lowered my gaze and gone about my day, sure they didn’t want anything to do with someone as fumblingly unsure of how to deal with this as me.

But when it came to Torrey? There was something else. Something I couldn’t hide from.

Maybe it was just being around her every day that made it hard for me to think straight, but I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful she was. More than just an aesthetic attraction, there was something sexy about her, in her suit jackets with the rolled-up sleeves, the way she pushed her hand through her short hair when she was thinking.

I couldn’t stop staring, even when I knew I should have been focused on work, and I was certain it wouldn’t take much more for her to work out what was going through my mind.

She was openly gay, never felt any need to hide it, and I found myself drawn in by her confidence in herself.

I had never used any specific terms to define myself one way or another, but the more time I spent with her, the more sure I became that there might have been something worthwhile in using those terms.

I could feel the draw to her, something tugging at the base of my spine, and I knew, deep down, it wasn’t anything a straight woman would have felt.

I touched myself to the thought of her.

I didn’t even know what it would look like to be with her, but I knew I liked it. I had only ever been with guys before, and up until a point, I could put her in their shoes – I could imagine her kissing me the way they had, her hungry hands moving all over my body the way theirs did. But I knew, deep down, it wasn’t going to be the same. I knew there was something different about her, something I had to experience.

She began flirting with me, just lightly at first, as though distinctly aware of how much I wanted her.

Comments here and there, about the outfits I was wearing, the way they looked on me – she leaned in close to smell my perfume once, and the feel of her breath on my neck nearly made my heart stop.

She seemed to enjoy teasing me, like she could tell how much I wanted this, but how helpless I was to do anything about it. I was at her mercy, not sure how to make the move, and waiting for her to do it instead. And that’s exactly what she did, on the work’s night out at the end of the year.

I sipped on my wine and watched her as I tried to keep up some boring conversation with one of the other guys at the office. He was hitting on me, but I could hardly pay attention.

There was only one thing on my mind, and it was the glances she kept shooting my way as the night progressed.

I stepped out of the bar to get some fresh air, and a moment later, she followed me into the cool evening air. I turned to see her there in front of me, that grin on her face I couldn’t resist, and I finally felt something give inside of me. I had waited for so long, too long now. I needed to find out where this led.

Before I could stop myself, I leaned in to kiss her, our mouths coming together for the first time – she tasted of whiskey and something spicy, something I could already tell I was going to be instantly addicted to. She caught my face in her hands and kissed me back, her tongue traversing my lips as she pressed her body into mine. She was so much softer than the guys I’d been with, the feel of her breasts brushing against me sending a shiver down my spine.

She pulled back, planting one more kiss on my lips before she looked me in the eyes.

“You’ve been wanting to do that a while, huh?” She asked me, and I nodded. I could hardly breathe.

It was happening – really happening.

She wanted me.

And I wanted her. And there was only one way I could see this going… “Yeah, I have,” I managed finally. She brushed her nose against mine, her eyes flashing with excitement. “I want to take you back to my place,” she told me. “You up for it?” I nodded at once.

I couldn’t imagine in a million years saying no to her.

She could have asked me to do anything, and I would have been helpless to resist. She flagged down a cab for us and opened the door for me to climb in – on the drive over to her place, she slipped her hand to the inside of my thigh, and I couldn’t stop staring at her fingers pressed into my skin, as though she was making sure I knew who was in charge here.

As though I was in any doubt.

She paid for the cab, and we headed to her beautiful penthouse apartment. I hardly had time to take it in before she kissed me again, this time backing me against the door as she slipped her hand to my thigh.

I could feel the tingles spreading all the way over my body, pooling between my legs, and she grinned against my lips like she knew just what I wanted.

Guiding me to her bedroom, she laid me down on the bed, and began to undress me slowly. The way she looked at me, it was unlike anything I had experienced before – she leaned down to kiss each inch of skin as she exposed it, starting at my neck and moving down to my breasts, drawing each nipple into her mouth one at a time until they were swollen and tender beneath her touch.

I could only watch as she moved expertly over my body. Her lips and tongue trailed over me, her lips soft, her hands tender as she stripped me down.

Her breath trailed a line down my torso, until she was finally between my legs.

She gazed up at me, and I took a snapshot of the sight in my mind – the way she looked at me, the burning want in her eyes, the warmth of her breath on my skin, her soft words as she told me she wanted to taste me. I knew I couldn’t turn her down.

I parted my legs, a silent agreement to what she wanted from me. She let out a long moan as she planted her lips against my pussy for the first time, swirling her tongue slowly around my clit like she was giving me a deep French kiss.

I couldn’t take my eyes off of her – normally, I was a little self-conscious about having anyone go down on me, but the way she did it, I could tell she was loving every second, and all I could do was give myself over to the pleasure she was gifting me with her talented tongue.

She drew my clit between her lips and began to suck softly, applying a gentle pressure that made my toes curl. She knew just what she was doing – her caressed her fingers over my thighs as she teased my clit, sending tingles all up and down my body once more, and I sank back on to the bed and let out a moan.

Dipping her hand between my legs, she gently guided two fingers into my aching slit, as she continued to massage my clit with her tongue. Every motion was gentle, careful, considered, as though she knew just what to do to get me on the very brink of orgasm.

After all this time waiting, all this time wondering what it might have been like to be with her, this was more than I could have imagined. The tension I had been trying to push down was starting to rise up now, and I couldn’t deny it. I didn’t want to.

I loved this, loved having her between my legs, going down on me like she was starving for my pleasure and every inch of me she could taste.

My hips began moving almost of their own accord, grinding back against her as she continued to tease my clit with her tongue as she worked her fingers deep inside of me.

I could hardly breathe as the pleasure started to crest, the intensity of it more than I could take.

My wetness was already spreading down the inside of my thighs, the orgasm so close I could almost feel it bursting through me already.

I moaned loudly and stole a glance down at her – she was looking up at me, those eyes pinned to mine as she took me in, watched me in a state of abject and complete pleasure at her hands. And it was seeing her like that which pushed me over the edge, knowing she got off on watching me submit to her talented fingers and tongue.

My pussy clenched around her fingers and my body spasmed beneath her tongue, everything tensing for a moment before I sank into the delicious relief of my orgasm.

I couldn’t control the moans I let out, filling the room around us, as she continued to roll my clit between her lips to draw out my orgasm. By the time she finally pulled back, I felt as though I had been to outer space and back.

I looked down at her again, to see her lips smeared with my wetness, and I couldn’t resist leaning down for another kiss – this time, I could taste myself on her, a reminder of where she had just been.

And, if I got my way? Where she was going right back to, as well.