How To Say No To Your Boss? Ch. 01

The other girls cheered, but Gwen, shocked, stood up and walked away.

Her head was spinning and she was shocked by Jenna's kiss. What a cheeky! How dared she had! Yuck, she thought, wiping her mouth with her hand, where she still felt the feel of Jenna's saliva. How strange though, albeit disgusting, she had felt a strange shiver down her spine when she felt Jenna's mouth settle on hers... it was such a strange and different feeling from kissing Mike... Jenna's lips were softer, warmer...

She went looking for Mike, but found him in the bathroom vomiting from too much alcohol. For a while she tried to help him recover, but he was completely wasted, and disgusted by the stench of vomit in that narrow bathroom, she went out in search of some air.

She found the corridor blocked by Jenna, waiting for her.

"Gwen, honey, that's where you were... taking care of that fool of your boyfriend... look at how disgusting he is... what an idiot... you shouldn't waste your time with him... why don't we pick up on the conversation we left unfinished? You don't really believe that was a real kiss, do you?"

"I-I... I don't... leave... I don't know what you want from me..."

"Oh, but it's very simple, I want you... the way you want me..." And as she said this, Jenna started to move forward, with that big tits barely contained by her red dress.

Gwen backed away, but found herself entering a closet behind her. She turned, hoping there was another door, but it was narrow and dead end, and when she turned around, she saw that Jenna had already entered behind her and was closing the door, smiling at her with mischief.

Then she was on top of her, forcing her face into hers. Gwen struggled for a while, but Jenna seemed stronger than her, and eventually she managed to bring their mouths into contact. Gwen tried to rebel, determined to keep her mouth shut, but she could feel Jenna's warm and sinuous tongue poking her lips and trying to get inside her mouth. After a few moments of struggle, Gwen finally opened her mouth, looking for air, and Jenna's tongue quickly slipped inside, immediately wrapping hers in a warm embrace.

Gwen was overwhelmed by that feeling, and after a brief period of passivity, hesitating, she began to respond to Jenna's kiss. Gradually the kiss became more and more passionate, with Jenna rummaging in Gwen's mouth with an overwhelming sensual voracity. Gwen was also terribly aware of the pleasant sensation of Jenna's big chest pressed against her.

After a few minutes kissing, Jenna moved away from Gwen, breaking the kiss, and looking into her eyes with a look that oozed sensuality, slowly lowered the straps of the dress, under which she wore no bra, freeing her big tits. Gwen, like hypnotized, couldn't help but gape at the sight of those big white and soft breasts in front of her, so gigantic.

"Come on, Gwen, see how you look at them, you can't take your eyes off them... and then you say you don't like me... go on, come on, why don't you touch them, don't you play with them... why don't you lick them..."

Gwen's throat went dry, her face felt warm and red, and her head was spinning. She would have liked it not to be so, but when someone knocked on the closet from outside, breaking the spell, she had begun to approach Jenna's breast trembling. What would have happened if she had kept going further on, she would never have known, because that interruption gave her the strength to get rid of Jenna and run out of the closet...

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When she woke with a start in the middle of the night, Gwen found herself in a pool of sweat. She did not like self-eroticism very much, she could almost count on the fingers of her hands the few times she had indulged in masturbation in her life, yet that night she seemed unable to control herself, it must have been all the drinks she had drunk, or the distance from Finn... or Kavita's light kiss... or that dream herald of sensations that she hoped she had forgotten... no matter the cause, because she couldn't help but put a hand inside her panties and slowly start stimulating her clitoris...

With her eyes closed, in the sweat-drenched sheets, biting her lower lip with delight, and trying to stifle the moans of pleasure that continued to escape her, Gwen struggled against her own imagination, because no matter how hard she tried to bring back the good feelings of when she made love to Finn, when he held her in his arms, when he gently penetrated her... it didn't work. As soon as she closed her eyes, in fact, she seemed to still feel Kavita's soft lips against hers, like an indelible sensation that she could not get rid of from her mind. And along with that sensation came images of her boss's deep dark eyes, of when she shacked her long black hair in the office, of the exotic and sensual smell they emanated, of her tight tank tops, of that florid breasts... she started thinking about the stories that Jason had told her... about Jenna... what would happen if no one interrupted them? What if she let herself go? And what did Kavita want from her? What it must be like to make love with another woman... and with a woman like Kavita...

Gwen writhing in bed, shivering with pleasure, confused and terrified, and while in her mind the image of Finn struggled against that of a busty woman, half Jenna and half Kavita, in a flurry of overlapping and conflicting forms, she climaxed impetuously with a sob. She hadn't an orgasm of that intensity in years.

And as soon as her body stopped being shaken by the spasms of the orgasm, and her mind regained a minimum of clarity, her feelings of guilt began.