Sparks Ch. 01

"Ohhhhh.....ffuuucck!"

For a few moments she just sat there, slumped back against the cistern trying to recover. Suddenly, she heard someone come into the toilets; quickly regaining her composure, she pulled her skirt back down and readjusted the rest of her clothing. Unlocking the door, she stepped out, washed her hands and quickly made her way back upstairs to the office. When she came through the door, Lyn was sat there with smug look on her face tapping her watch.

"You're late back."

"Sorry."

"Alright, I'll let you off, seeing as it's your first day," the bitch muttered.

"Thank you," Max said quietly, sitting back at her desk.

"Are you sure you're alright? You look a little flushed."

"I'm fine," the redhead replied nervously, "I've just ran back here."

"Hmm, okay," smiled Lyn, raising her eyebrows at Emma.

Feeling herself starting to blush, she looked down at her desk, picked up an order form and tried to get on with her work. 'Oh my God, I can't believe I just did that,' she thought, feeling totally disgusted with herself, even though it had helped relieve the tension. It wasn't the act itself that bothered her so much; in fact she masturbated quite regularly, she even had a couple of toys tucked away in her bedside drawer which she used whenever the house was empty and she was on her own. It was the fact that she had done it somewhere other than her own bedroom and the object of her fantasy had been another woman that had made her feel uneasy, up until now her fantasies had only ever been about men. Unable to resist, she found herself looking out of the window again. Tara had took off her mask and goggles and was chatting to a fork lift driver, that gorgeous smile playing across her lips; the redhead was so preoccupied watching her she hadn't noticed Lyn was now standing right behind her.

"Come on then, which one is it?"

"What?" said Max, turning round with a startled look on her face.

"Which one do you fancy?" Lyn smiled, standing there with her arms folded.

"No one," the redhead replied, a panicked tone in her voice.

"Huh, yeah right, here you go," Lyn smirked, handing her some more forms.

"Thanks."

Turning back to her keyboard, she continued with her work, trying to ignore the chattering and sniggers of the two bitches behind her. She became so engrossed in it she was surprised and somewhat relieved when she glanced at her watch and saw it was quarter to five, 'Thank God for that,' she thought, processing the last order form before turning off her PC. Moments later, the siren blared out and she headed for the door.

"See you tomorrow Maxine," Lyn smiled.

"Yeah, bye."

Max stepped outside to discover that the rain was lashing down.

"Oh fucking marvellous," she groaned, struggling to put her umbrella up; letting out a long sigh, she began the long walk up Second Avenue to the bus stop, the rain blowing into her face. She had got about halfway along when a battered old silver Vauxhall Astra beeped and pulled up a short way in front of her. When she got alongside, the window came down and a familiar face leaned over.

"Wanna lift?" asked Tara, smiling warmly.

'Oh no,' thought the redhead, feeling her pulse quicken, "Err...no thanks it's okay Tara, I don't want to take you out of your way, I'll get the bus."

"Don't be daft, you'll be soaked by the time the bus comes, come on, get in."

Max stood rooted to the spot, the rain getting heavier as she tried to think of another excuse not to accept the offer.

"Come on Max, get in....please."

"Okay," she replied, shrugging and closing her umbrella. Putting on her seatbelt, she sat staring straight ahead.

"I couldn't leave you there, you've ended up looking like a drowned rat," Tara said as they pulled away.

"Thank you," Max replied quietly, still looking straight ahead.

"I didn't see you outside at break."

"Erm..no, I got a bit behind so I worked through to try and catch up," the redhead explained, her nervous tone instantly exposing her lie.

"Oh right," Tara smiled, "Where do you live then?"

"Wright Avenue."

"Mmm, nice."

"It's alright I suppose." Max shrugged.

For a few minutes the pair sat in silence; Max looking anywhere but at the big girl. As they pulled up at a set of lights, Tara turned to her.

"I'm sorry if I upset you earlier."

"It's fine, you didn't," Max replied sheepishly.

"Then why did you run away?" Tara asked softly.

"I don't know....it's green," the young girl replied, nodding forward.

"What? Oh right," said Tara, noticing the lights and pulling away. She knew the real reason why Max had ran off; if only she could get her to admit it and make her realise it was nothing she needed to run away from or to try and block out.

"I do understand, you know," she said.

"Understand what?" replied Max, the butterflies in her stomach building once more.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about Max."

"Please Tara....I just couldn't help"......

"Max, it's fine, honest," the big girl smiled.

Turning into a side street just short of Wright Avenue, Tara parked up and turned to the young girl.

"Max, look at me."

Slowly, Max looked up from her lap and turned to face her; in the dim glow of the streetlight she could make out Tara's soft face, now cleaned of all the oil and grime. Her gaze moved down, no longer wearing her overalls and dressed in a black t-shirt and tight jeans, the young girl could feel her clit tingling as her eyes took in the sight of Tara's powerful frame, the large but firm breasts and those muscular thighs.

"There's nothing to be afraid of," Tara purred, gently holding Max's hand.

The touch of Tara's hand sent a shockwave through Max, her breathing getting heavier as she looked into the big brunette's soft brown eyes. The two girls slowly leaned towards each other and their lips met, gently at first but gradually getting harder. Max's head began to swim as the big brunette's tongue slipped into her mouth and gently pushed against hers; the redhead giving a long submissive moan as she felt Tara's hand stroke the back of her head and slowly slide down her back. Unable to resist any longer, she reached out and ran her hand up the big girl's thigh, making her grab Max and gently squeeze her waist.

"Oh God!" Max groaned lustfully, breaking off the kiss.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, yes I'm fine," the young girl replied, a relaxed smile spreading across her face, "but I'm going to have to go now."

"Alright," Tara smiled, gently stroking Max's face, "Why don't I pick you up here tomorrow?"

"Okay."

"Right, I'll see you in the morning then."

"Tara, I..."

"Shhh, we'll talk more tomorrow," Tara whispered, hugging Max and giving her a peck on the cheek.

"Okay, bye then."

She got out of the car and watched her friend drive off. With her insides churning and in a state of total confusion, she quickly made her way home; bursting through the front door and dropping her bag in the hallway, she ran upstairs to her bedroom.

"Are you alright love?" her Mum yelled up.

"Yeah...yeah I'm fine."

"Everything go alright then?"

"Err...yeah, I'm just getting changed, I'll tell you about it when I come down."

Closing the door she lay back on the bed, the tingling sensation in her pussy becoming almost unbearable. 'Oh God, not again,' she thought, trying to clear her mind and block out all the mental pictures in her head, but it was no use, the more she tried, the worse it got. In the end, she gave in; standing back up, she stripped completely naked. She then reached into the bedside drawer and pulled out a small gold bullet vibrator. Tip toeing over to the door, she opened it a little and listened, her Mum was doing something in the kitchen. Lying back on the bed, she closed her eyes and slowly smoothed her hands down her body. In her mind's eye, she could see Tara again, naked, but this time her body glistened with oil or sweat.

"Oh my God," she groaned, switching on the toy and gently holding it on her throbbing clit.

Yet again it was the same fantasy; Tara had her trapped, her thighs wrapped around her squeezing her midriff and rubbing her pussy hard. The thought of being totally helpless as this big beautiful girl dominated her seemed to send her senses reeling. Holding the bullet hard against her clit, she pushed three fingers into her dripping snatch, working them in and out vigorously.

"Ohhhhhhh.....yyeeeaahh.....fffuck!"

She imagined Tara laughing at her pathetic attempts to wriggle free, that gorgeous smile mocking her and kissing her forehead. Within seconds, she could feel the muscles starting to spasm as the climax she so desperately craved began to surge within her. Turning her head, she bit into the pillow and let out muffled scream as the orgasm broke over her like an ocean wave, her pussy squirting a torrent of cum on to the bed. As the last of the euphoric feeling left her body, she lay there for a few minutes, trying to recover. Eventually, she got up off the bed and looked down at the large wet patch.

"Oh shit," she sighed, wondering if she should change the sheets.

"Max...come on, I've made you a brew, come and tell me about your day," her Mum yelled.

"Yeah okay," she yelled back.

Quickly getting dressed, she took one more look at the bed and shrugged, there probably wasn't much point in changing the sheets, she had a feeling she wasn't going to get that much sleep anyway.............

Thanks for reading.

MELD.