Page 93 of Two is a Pattern

“I really don’t care.” Helen grabbed the hem of her blouse, she yanked it up over her head, exposing her white bra and her ivory skin.

“Here?” Annie said.

“Right here.” Helen nodded. “Right now.”

“Lock the door.”

It was easy to lose track of time with Helen. They might kiss for what seemed like a minute, and the next thing she knew, fifteen had passed. They could spend hours in bed without realizing it. Annie was determined this time to get them both what they wanted before they saw the sun rise from the tiny window of Helen’s office.

Helen shoved paper clips and pens and papers off the ink blotter to the edge of the desk. Something fell off as she was undoing Annie’s blouse, but they didn’t turn their heads. Annie boosted Helen up onto the desk, and Helen pulled Annie between her legs, thrusting her hips upward. Together, they undid Helen’s pants, and Helen lifted her hips enough for Annie to shimmy them down her legs. Heat emanated from Helen, and Annie plunged one hand into Helen’s underwear.

That elicited a groan.

“You’re awfully wet,” Annie murmured. “What were you thinking about during that exam?”

“Shut up,” Helen whispered, whimpering when Annie’s fingers grazed her clit. Annie pressed her mouth to Helen’s, swallowing the sounds she made. The building seemed empty, but there could always be someone, somewhere.

Annie slid Helen’s panties off and threw them on top of the pants that had landed inside-out on the plastic mat that covered the thin carpet. She pulled up the visitor’s chair to where she could lower her head between Helen’s legs. Helen leaned back, propping herself up on her elbows to watch.

But it was over quickly. Helen came easily. Annie didn’t think it was any deft skill of her own, rather something that the woman reacted to in her. Helen’s eyes darkened; her lips parted as she gasped for breath. Annie knew how close Helen was when she fell all the way back, her head hanging off the edge of the desk.

“God,” she moaned. “Just…just like… God, Annie, God!”

And then she tipped, her thighs tightening around Annie’s head, her hands in Annie’s hair.

She panted as Annie sat back, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. When she finally caught her breath, Helen sat up and looked at her with a mixture of pleasure and distress.

“Good?” Annie asked, suddenly unsure.

Helen bit her lip and nodded.

For a moment, Annie thought that Helen was about to cry—her eyes were glassy—but before she could ask about it, Helen hopped off the desk, wobbling a little, and pulled Annie out of the chair, guiding her to the desk. She turned her around and pushed her forward. Annie leaned on her elbows to brace herself while Helen stroked her back and her bottom and then reached around to undo her pants. She helped push them down along with her underwear. They joined Helen’s clothes on the floor.

Helen slipped her fingers between Annie’s legs. “Wet,” she murmured. “Wet, wet, wet.”

Annie squeezed her eyes shut. It was a little strange, having her back to Helen and being leaned over like this, but not seeing Helen didn’t stem her arousal. And from this angle, Helen’s fingers reached deep. Annie shuddered, clenched.

Helen kissed her shoulder, the side of her neck. “Good girl,” she whispered into Annie’s ear. “My good girl.”

Annie moaned and dropped her forehead on the desk.

Helen made her come so easily.

It felt so good, so blissful.

* * *

They walked out of the building together, brushing against one another. Annie said something that made Helen laugh, and Annie reached out to take her hand. Helen squeezed it briefly before their fingers slipped apart.

“Where are you parked?”

“Student lot,” Annie said. “It’s okay, I can walk.”

“I can drive you. I have to go right by it.”

Annie nodded. “All right. Thanks.” The lure of a few more minutes with Helen was too much to resist.

They climbed into the car. Helen reached past the gearshift and rested her hand on Annie’s knee. “I know…” She cleared her throat and started again. “I know we’re being kind of reckless.”

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