Copyright 2003. All rights reserved by the author. Posted here by permission.

"Yes, I know they’re dull. Only an hour," Ray had promised, "and then we’ll go home. Honest." He had given her those puppy-dog eyes, and she caved.

Of course, Carole knew very well from experience that office Christmas parties had a tendency to drag on forever, and she also knew there was no way they would get out of there in under three hours, no matter how sincere Ray’s promise. Nevertheless, she behaved as though she believed him. Why not go along with it, she thought; Ray is a good guy, and he rarely asks me to do anything he knows I won’t like. If it will make him happy, I can waste an evening being a wallflower while he talks shop with his friends at work.

Sure enough, as soon as they got to the party, there was Ray’s office-mate. Thirty seconds of polite small talk, then they were off in a corner discussing the arcane details of their latest project.

In all fairness, it wasn’t a bad party. The cafeteria was decorated nicely, and the party actually appeared to be quite a bit of fun - that is, if you actually worked there and knew everyone. The party grew more lively and the Christmas carols on the stereo gave way to dance music as the punchbowl slowly emptied into styrofoam cups.

For Carole, though, it was pretty dull. She made polite conversation when approached, but it lagged quickly because she knew next to nothing about anyone here. She had hoped at least to dance a few dances with Ray, but he and his friend had gone into his office and were animatedly discussing work topics. Why he even bothered to come to the party, she didn’t know - he could do this during regular working hours.

In the meantime, she continued to do her share of helping empty the punch bowl. In short order, she had a good buzz on, and the words of her freshman-year college roomie came back to her - "When in doubt, dance." It usually didn’t matter if you danced with anyone, she had learned; someone would eventually dance with you. So when she got out on the floor, she was not the least bit surprised to find several people joining her little circle.

After a few fast songs, she decided to take a break and get some more punch. She could feel that her face was flush with the exertion, so it would probably be a good idea to cool down a little. As she poured herself a cup of punch, she felt a hand at the small of her back.

"Wow, you’ve got some moves, girl," an unfamiliar female voice said. Carole turned, and there was one of the young ladies who had been dancing with her. "Hi, I’m Trudy," she continued. "I’m the new intern in the design department. I don’t think I’ve met you yet. What department are you in?"

"I’m Carole. I don’t work here, I just came here with my boyfriend, Ray - he’s in engineering. He’s gone off somewhere to talk shop with the guys, I think. I’ve been deserted, it seems," she smiled.

"I know how you feel," Trudy answered. "I’ve only been working here since Monday, so I don’t know anyone here except for the people I’ve been working with - and quite honestly, they’re nice, but they’re pretty dull for a bunch of supposedly creative people."

Carole nodded in understanding. And just like that, Carole and Trudy became instant pals. They parked themselves next to each other at a table in a darkened corner near the refreshment table and got completely drunk and silly. It wasn’t long before they were whispering snide comments to each other about what might or might not be in the pants of some of the guys at the party, pointing and giggling hysterically.

Trudy leaned in confidentially towards Carole, still snickering a little. "If I tell you something, can you keep it a secret?"

"Sure," Carole replied, her giggles also trailing off.

"I like girls as much as I like boys - maybe a little more," Trudy stage-whispered.

"Really?" Carole said, not sure what else to say.

"Yeah, and umm ... you’re getting me a little hot and bothered, if you get my meaning," Trudy said, leaning in a little closer. She laid her hand tentatively on Carole’s thigh. "Are you okay with that? I mean ..." She left the thought hanging.

It was a thought that had never really occurred to Carole before, but now that the idea had been planted, it began to take root. Quickly. Carole gulped hard. She could feel her face flush once again, but this time not from the exertion of dancing. Arousal? She was surprised to find the answer was yes.

"Wow. Yeah, I guess so," replied Carole. "But ..."

"Come on, let’s go," Trudy said, quickly taking Carole’s hand. Although no one paid any attention, anyone who might have taken notice would have assumed it was two women sharing a trip to the ladies’ room.

They exited the cafeteria and walked hand in hand a short distance down the hall. About halfway down, they made an abrupt right turn into a small, clearly unoccupied office. There was a desk, an office chair, and a sofa against one wall - not much else. Trudy locked the door behind them, but left the lights off; the only light in the room came from a street light outside the window.

Once the door was locked, Trudy turned and immediately took Carole’s face in her hands and planted a fervent kiss on her mouth. There was an initial shock, and for a moment Carole didn’t respond. Trudy patiently left her mouth against Carole’s, and in a moment Carole sank into the kiss, accepting the soft nibbles against her lower lip, and returning its heat in kind.

Carole finally pulled back, her head aswim with arousal and spiked punch; the combination was overwhelmingly intoxicating.

"Mmmmm, nice," Trudy smiled seductively, her hands lightly touching Carole’s arms. "So what do you think? More?"

What happened next was an impulse. Instead of answering, Carole echoed Trudy’s actions, embracing her body close and offering her own steamy kiss to Trudy. Only instead of stopping, she continued her kiss under Trudy’s chin and onto the side of her neck, behind her ear. Trudy closed her eyes and gasped softly.

Carole answered Trudy’s question. "Yes, more. A lot more."

Trudy returned Carole’s embrace, sliding her hands up and down her back. Easing the hem of Carole’s blouse upwards, Trudy eased her hands behind the waistband of her skirt, then beneath her panties. She held the bare skin of Carole’s ass in her palms, giving each tiny globe a soft squeeze. Carole, unsure of what to do next, did the same with Trudy, holding her close. She could feel the subtle warmth of two very excited pussies being in close proximity to each other, separated only by mere layers of thin fabric.

Trudy, sensing her lack of confidence, asked, "You’re not sure what to do next, are you?"

Carole shook her head. "No, I’ve never ..."

"Sshhh, don’t worry," Trudy whispered, kissing at Carole’s cheek, "just do for me what you’d like me to do for you, and you’ll do just fine. Whatever you do, I’ll do, and vice versa, okay?"

Carole removed her blouse and bra, exposing her bare breasts to her new friend, and Trudy did the same. With a mixture of hesitancy and lust, Carole softly stroked the sides of Trudy’s breasts, gradually becoming bolder in her touch. Trudy, for her part, cupped Carole’s in each hand, swirling the tips of her nipples with her thumbs.

Carole drew a sharp breath, and exhaled raggedly. "If you liked that, you’ll love this," Trudy smiled, leaning down to suck one nipple between her lips.

"Oh wow," Carole muttered lowly. Ray, and other boyfriends before him, had sucked on her tits many times to great effect, but not like this. This was different, somehow. More low-key, and yet incredibly urgent. With one hand, she held the back of Trudy’s head, pulling her close like a mother suckles a baby. The other hand wandered aimlessly across Trudy’s bare back.

Carole, though reluctant to stop Trudy from tonguing her nipple, was eager to return the favor. She nudged Trudy’s head upwards and embraced her tightly, giving her another soulful kiss. She reveled in the sensation of their bare boobs rubbing against one another.

Carole began to kiss her way down Trudy’s neck once again, then down to her breasts. A wet trail glistened against her skin in the low light coming through the office window. Just as Trudy had done, Carole pulled one nipple into her mouth and sucked it, rolling her tongue around its tip.

Trudy moaned softly. "Awww, yes honey. Are you sure you’ve never done this before?" Deciding she could take no more, she took Carole’s hand and led her to the sofa.

Sitting close beside her, Trudy pressed her body against Carole, pushing her onto her back. They began to french kiss as fervently as before, with one difference - their legs were now entwined, their thighs pressing against panty-covered pussies. Both women moaned into each other’s mouths as they slowly ground their pussies against the other’s leg.

Carole’s body was reaching fever pitch. She gathered Trudy’s skirt into a bundle around her waist to remove her panties, sliding them quickly down her legs as far as she could reach. Trudy wiggled out of them the rest of the way.

Trudy tried to remove Carole’s panties in the same manner, but they refused to slide off, being held in place by her body. Frustrated, she tore at them until they ripped completely apart, exposing Carole’s now-wet pussy to the open air.

Free of their underwear, they began to explore each other’s pussies with their fingers. Trudy slid her middle finger along Carole’s wet and swollen lips, pausing only to toy with her clit, then pushing it as far as it would go into her. Carole, meanwhile, slipped two fingers into Trudy; after all, hadn’t she said, do what you’d like me to do for you?

They kissed again, locking lips for dear life, sucking each other’s tongues, as fingers worked their way increasingly frantically in and out of their juicy holes, pussies clenching madly.

Carole came first; she began to moan one long note of ecstasy. All at once she tightened the grip of her thighs against Trudy’s hand and released a minor salty flood into it. This sent Trudy over the edge; she came nearly silently, emitting small high-pitched squeaks of delight as the spasms coursed through her, and she too released her freshet.

They remained in their embrace for an untold number of minutes, clenched tightly against each other, planting small kisses on each other’s necks and mouths, and licking the flavors off their fingers. "Oh Trudy, you made my body feel so ... so ..." Carole panted.

"You took the words right out of my mouth," Trudy replied just as breathlessly.

"I hate to say this, but ..." Carole began.

"But what?"

"We should get back to the party before we’re missed," Carole replied.

"You’re right," sighed Trudy, easing herself away reluctantly from Carole’s body. "We should probably put ourselves back together before we do, too."

They began to dress, pausing to touch and kiss each other occasionally. Carole picked up Trudy’s panties and put them on, feeling the dampness from them mingle with her own. The feeling was naughty and exciting all at once. "Since you ruined my panties," Carole said as she kissed Trudy’s cheek, "I get to keep a souvenir of my first time. It’ll be our dirty little secret. You can go without - not like you mind, anyway." She gave Trudy a little wink.

Once completely put back together, they re-entered the cafeteria, where the party was still in full swing. No one had noticed them missing, and no one noticed anything unusual. Just a couple of women coming back from the ladies’ room.

On the way home in the car, Ray apologized to Carole. "Honey, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to ignore you all evening. Todd had a stroke of genius about how to re-work the Andrews project, and we just lost all track of everything."

"That’s okay, darling," replied Carole. "I managed to stay occupied, and I had a good time."

"I heard you cut some rug out there on the dance floor. I’m sorry I missed it. Maybe I could ... make it up to you when we get home," he said, his hand sliding up Carole’s thigh below her skirt. To his surprise, she felt damp. "Oh, a little excited already?" he smiled.

"Yeah," she replied as his hand slid behind the fabric of Trudy’s panties. "It was a really great party."