Walking down the hall after the Board meeting concluded felt just about as surreal to Mira as walking into the meeting had been, only a profound sense of calm had washed over her as she headed back to her office. Behind her, the Trustees were packing up their things, grabbing donuts for the road, and whispering in shocked tones about what just happened – this scandal might just trump every one of Jack’s games.
Mira replayed it over and over again in her head, the complete blindsided surprise on his face as Chelle delivered that brilliant presentation, complete with damning visual aids. Mira hadn’t been able to look away from him, wanting to memorize every single feature of his expression as it turned from shock to fear to anger and finally to resignation. He was fucked, and when Mira saw him crunch the CD that contained her fate in his fist, she could have leapt across the room and thrown her arms around Chelle.
Instead, she quietly folded up her resignation letter and tucked it into her pocket, and when Chelle left the room, she slid into a chair at the end of the table, no longer minding that she wasn’t at the head of the table if it meant she could watch Jack squirm while the Board decided what to do with him.
Mira let herself into her office, shutting out all the commotion in the hallway, and then turned around to find Chelle sitting on her desk, waiting for her with a grin.
“Did it work?” She asked the moment Mira closed the door.
In lieu of an answer, Mira slowly crossed the room, fixing Chelle with a sultry stare as she put her hands on the desk, framing Chelle’s thighs as she leaned in to her. Their lips were barely a millimeter apart as Mira said, “You’re an evil genius. How did you know about the surveillance video?”
“I saw Jack covered in mud the day the book drop got flooded,” Chelle said, tracing her fingers along Mira’s temple and down over her cheekbone. “At first I didn’t think anything of it, but then when you went looking for him because he wasn’t at the reference desk, I went to give Juanita the list of books that had been destroyed and I saw him coming out of the security room. I still didn’t connect the dots until after he said he found our footage, and that’s when I realized that he was trying to delete his own footage.”
“Then how did you get it?” Mira asked, feeling a tingle shoot through her body as Chelle’s fingers continued down her neck and ran along her collar bone.
“I just got lucky,” Chelle confessed. “I thought for sure that it was a shot in the dark to check the tapes, and that’s why I didn’t say anything to you about it. I thought he would have erased everything, but when I checked, it was all still there – everything but the book drop footage. He must have gotten so excited about finding us on the film that he got cocky and thought that it didn’t matter what else was on the cameras, or maybe just that we wouldn’t think to check.”
“But you did,” Mira said, pulling Chelle to the edge of the desk and pressing her hips against Chelle’s. Groaning through gritted teeth, she said, “God, you’re incredible.”
“So it worked?” Chelle asked.
“Nita’s helping him pack up his desk as we speak. He’s on unpaid leave until they decide what to do with him, but it’s very unlikely that he’ll be coming back. You saved me,” Mira said, leaning in for a kiss, but Chelle pulled away.
“Wait,” she said, and Mira’s heart skipped a beat. Chelle said, “I just wanted to say that I’m sorry. None of this would have happened and you wouldn’t need saving if I hadn’t been the one to push you-”
“I needed to be pushed,” Mira said, pressing her body more tightly against Chelle’s. “You were right – I was afraid of what it would be like to really open myself to you.”
Then she reached into her pocket and pulled out her resignation letter, unfolding it and handing it to Chelle.
As she watched those mesmerizing turquoise eyes scan over the letter, she said, “I’m not afraid anymore. If you hadn’t burst into the room like my knight in shining armor, I was going to turn in my resignation and then drive straight over to your apartment to beg you to forgive my stupidity and colossally screwed up priorities.”
Chelle looked up at Mira, studying her eyes, and then tossed the letter in the trash bin beside her desk.
“You won’t be needing that anymore,” she said, throwing her arms around Mira’s neck and pulling her into a kiss.
***
Chelle invited Mira over to her apartment as they walked out of the library together, on Mira’s sleeve and throwing a seductive look her way that was hard to resist, but Mira insisted that they part ways, if only for a few hours.
Mira said, “I’m going to go home and make us a reservation at the nicest, most romantic restaurant in town. You’re going to go put on your sexiest dress, although I’m sure you’d be irresistible in a burlap sack. Then I’m going to come over with a bouquet of roses and pick you up for our first real date. In public, with people around who can bear witness to how incredibly lucky I am to be with a goddess like you.”
“But-” Chelle started to object, pulling Mira tighter. She could feel Chelle’s breath on her neck, and the heat of her body pressed against her own – she knew exactly what was coming, knew exactly what Chelle wanted, and Mira was determined to tease her for a change.
“No,” Mira cut her off – she fully intended to let the tension build all night. She insisted, “I’ll pick you up at seven.”
Then she gave Chelle a playful swat and released her from the embrace. They went their separate ways, Mira spent the whole afternoon trying not to think about how badly she wanted Chelle, and around six-thirty she slipped into a lacy, powder blue cocktail dress, her pulse racing faster than she’d expected it to in anticipation of picking up Chelle.
Mira had gotten a reservation at a little Italian bistro downtown, a nod to the time Chelle cooked a candlelit spaghetti dinner for the two of them at her apartment, and when they walked into the bistro together, Mira felt a swelling of pride in her chest. Chelle was all hers, the most gorgeous girl in Westbrook, and she couldn’t believe her luck to have found someone willing to do all that Chelle had done just so they could be together.
The host led them into the small, dimly lit dining room, and Mira stepped back to let Chelle walk in front of her. This was a somewhat selfish move, as it allowed her to linger over Chelle’s curves as they walked. She wore a silky emerald dress that hugged her hips and made Mira want to glide her hands over her body, and the heels she wore shaped her calves into the most seductive shapes. It was really quite cruel, what she was wearing, and Mira thought with a smirk that this was no doubt Chelle’s payback for Mira’s insistence on torturing her all the way through dinner.
They slid into a U-shaped booth at the back of the restaurant and the host left them with a couple of menus while Chelle’s hand slipped beneath the table and Mira felt her palm inching up her thigh. They were both aching for each other, and the higher Chelle’s hand crept, the more turned on she became.
“Stop,” Mira whispered, even though this was one of the last words in the English language that she wanted to use right now. She looked pleadingly into Chelle’s face, her plump lips painted a tantalizing scarlet to match her hair, and as Chelle’s hand hooked under the hem of her skirt and slid between her thighs, Mira’s eyes dropped down to the teardrop necklace that descended into Chelle’s cleavage and the plunging neckline of her dress.
Chelle propped one of the large leather menus on the table in front of them and Mira let out a moan as Chelle’s finger grazed the silk crotch of her panties. She was quickly losing all control of her rational thought processes, giving in to what Chelle was doing to her beneath the table while the dining room buzzed obliviously beyond the boundaries of their booth. It wouldn’t take much, a few determined strokes…
“No,” Mira insisted, fighting the urge to give in to Chelle. She slid away from her on the long bench seat, taking her menu and retreating to one end of the booth as she shot a scolding smile at Chelle. “I said I was taking you out on a date, and we’re going to have our first meal as a couple. We’re not going to get kicked out of this nice restaurant.”
“Okay, but I could make it a lot nicer,” Chelle said with a sideways grin.
“Get over there and look at your menu,” Mira ordered, pointing to the opposite side of the booth. Chelle laughed and then obliged, sliding down so that they were sitting across from each other as she grabbed her menu from where she’d propped it on the table.
They ordered a bottle of wine and shared a small loaf of fresh bread as they waited for their entrees to come out of the kitchen, and Mira couldn’t stop smiling whenever she looked across the table at Chelle.
“What?” she asked, feigning bashfulness.
“You were right,” Mira said, reaching across the table to take Chelle’s hand briefly in hers. “I’m really happy right now, and I wouldn’t be if it weren’t for you.”
Then, because she was a little embarrassed and also because she saw the waiter weaving through the dining room with their entrees on his arm, she pulled her hand back. He set down heaped plates of pasta in front of each of them and Chelle picked up her fork, but Mira didn’t make a move to eat yet.
“Everything okay?” Chelle asked, and Mira furrowed her brow.
“You quit your job for me,” Mira said. “I know how important it was for you to be working and making positive steps for your career, and I feel bad that you had to give that up for my sake.”
“I don’t see it that way,” Chelle said, sliding back around to Mira’s side of the booth as she spoke. “Are my parents going to be a little more than irked that I quit my job? Yeah, probably, but that’s all small picture stuff. I know where I’m going now, and who’s going to be by my side along the way.”
“You do?” Mira asked.
Chelle leaned in and kissed Mira’s forehead, saying, “Yes.”
And then she stuck out her lower lip in a pout as she slowly slid back around to the other side of the booth, making it clear just how unsavory she was finding the seating arrangements and Mira’s strict adherence to the idea that this was an innocent first date.
***
After dinner, however, all bets were off.
Mira never forgot the feeling of Chelle’s hand reaching under the table and sliding between her thighs, and by the time they left the restaurant she was hungry for more than just dessert. They rushed through the parking lot and into Mira’s car, eager to get back to her apartment, and Mira couldn’t keep her hands off Chelle even for the short duration of the trip. She reached across the center console and slid her hand up Chelle’s thigh, inching the emerald fabric up to her hips as Chelle spread her legs as wide as the narrow space of the passenger seat would allow.
Mira found the wetness between Chelle’s legs, shooting a quick look over at her as she realized Chelle wasn’t wearing underwear, and as her fingers slid up and down over Chelle, Mira let her foot press a little heavier on the gas pedal. The way that Chelle was moaning, filling the whole car with the sounds of pleasure, was making Mira wet all over again and she couldn’t wait to get Chelle back to her apartment.
“Dinner was nice,” Mira said as the pad of her finger rolled over Chelle’s clit and she arched her back in the seat beside her. She grinned as she withdrew her hand, looking over at Chelle as she put her finger to her lips and rolled her tongue over it to taste her. “But now I’m ready to do things your way.”
“Oh thank god,” Chelle said with a relieved sigh, grabbing Mira’s hand and pushing it between her thighs again. “I was beginning to think you were made of steel.”
Mira felt Chelle beginning to shiver beneath her hand just as she was pulling into the parking lot behind her apartment, and when she reached up for the handle on the roof above her door, squeezing it and letting out a loud moan as her climax began to shake her body, Mira pulled into the nearest parking space and threw off her seatbelt. She switched hands, letting Chelle grind her hips against her palm as she leaned across the center console to roll her tongue over Chelle’s lips and feel her moaning breath against her skin. A shiver ran through Mira as Chelle convulsed beneath her fingers, her thighs squeezing her hand tight as she rode out her orgasm.
As soon as her body relaxed in the seat, Chelle grabbed Mira, pulling her onto her lap and wrapping her up in a tight embrace as they kissed.
“Come on, Miranda,” Chelle said. “Let’s go inside so I can show you exactly how naughty you’ve been, falling for an employee.”
She opened her car door and Mira had to cling to Chelle to keep from dumping out onto the parking lot, laughing as she clumsily maneuvered out of the car. Then Chelle grabbed her around the waist and landed another deep kiss on her lips, her tongue dancing over Mira’s as she slammed the car door and they made their way awkwardly to the apartment, neither one of them willing to separate themselves from each other even for the span of the parking lot.
As soon as they got inside, Chelle grabbed Mira by the hips, pushing her up against the kitchen cabinets and then bending to wrap her arms around Mira’s thighs, lifting her up onto the counter. Mira bent down to cup Chelle’s face in her hands, kissing her as she felt Chelle’s hands pushing Mira’s knees apart. Her dress rose up over her thighs and Chelle dropped down to meet it, her hands sliding around behind Mira’s hips as she buried her face between Mira’s thighs.
She closed her eyes as Chelle’s tongue stroked over the wet silk of her panties, making the shivery sensation in Mira’s core grow and heat up with every long stroke. She threaded her fingers through Chelle’s hair and put her legs over Chelle’s shoulders, enjoying the way it felt to have her thighs wrapped around either side of Chelle’s head. Then Chelle yanked the crotch of her panties sideways, slipping her tongue as deep into Mira as she could reach.
The sensation was like a thousand butterflies erupting into flight deep in her belly, and she threw her head back to groan loudly, inadvertently smacking her head on the upper cabinets.
“Ouch!” She whined, and Chelle put her head up.
“What?”
“I’m fine,” Mira said, her fingers still entwined in Chelle’s wild hair. She pushed her head back down and felt Chelle’s tongue lapping over her, eager to taste her and elicit more carnal groans from Mira.
And she got them – Chelle slid two fingers into Mira, plunging them deep as her tongue rolled over and over her clit, and soon Mira was reduced to a moaning heap on the countertop. Chelle fingered her to the rhythm of her groans and licked up every bit of Mira’s excitement as she came, shuddering and squeezing her thighs tight around Chelle’s head as she moved her hips in an almost involuntary way against Chelle’s mouth.
Mira was panting and weak when she finally slid off the counter, her legs feeling like jelly as she laced her arms around Chelle’s back and brought her into a kiss. She could taste herself on Chelle, and she slid her tongue slowly over her lips before stepping back to give her a sultry look. Then she spun Chelle around and unzipped the black silk dress, shimmying it down over her hips as her hands took an indulgent trip over every inch of her curves.
When Chelle turned around again, her nipples were hard and the sight of her big, round breasts was enough to make Mira ready to go all over again. She took Chelle’s breasts in her hands and bent to glide her tongue over each nipple in turn as Chelle pressed her body against Mira’s, and then she walked her backward into the living room. She wanted nothing more than to take Chelle upstairs and lay her down on her bed, but they made it halfway through the living room before Mira was pulling her over to the futon instead. She had to have her, and now.
She bent Chelle over the low back of the futon, pulling her own dress up over her head and tossing it aside as she pressed her hips urgently against Chelle’s, taking her breasts into her hands again and squeezing them as Chelle moaned and shuddered beneath her. Mira rocked her hips against Chelle’s, threading her thigh between Chelle’s legs and feeling her wetness.
Then she turned Chelle around and pulled her around to the other side of the futon, laying her down as Mira knelt on the floor beside her and ran her hands all over Chelle’s body, from her breasts down over her stomach and her hips, teasingly down her outer thighs and carefully avoiding her sex until Chelle let out a low whine and took Mira’s hands, thrusting them both between her legs. Mira relented then, sliding one hand into her wetness and penetrating her, while with her other hand she exposed the tender flesh of her clit, rolling her fingers gently over it in slow, massaging circles.
Chelle reached down and slid her own hand between Mira’s thighs, where she was still wet and sensitive and yet eager to be touched again. Chelle slid her fingers in and out between Mira’s legs to the same rhythm that Mira was touching Chelle, and they looked into each other’s eyes, reading every little change of their expressions as they came closer and closer. It was the most intimate moment Mira had ever experienced, looking into Chelle’s eyes as they slowly built each other up and finally came together, and a tear came involuntarily to the corner of her eye as her legs gave out and she collapsed to the floor.
“What’s wrong, babe?” Chelle asked, turning onto her side and wiping the tear away just as it escaped and rolled down Mira’s cheek.
“I’m really fucking happy,” Mira said, and she grinned like a fool at Chelle.
“Me too,” Chelle whispered, then she pulled Mira onto the futon, their legs intertwining as they held each other close. After a few minutes of lying together, catching their breath and listening to each other’s heartbeats, she said, “You know what we should do tomorrow?”
“What?” Mira asked.
“We should go furniture shopping,” Chelle said, and Mira laughed.
“You got it,” she said, leaning in to kiss Chelle’s neck.
THE END