Content notes: sex with a boss, oral sex, simultaneous orgasms

Indigo:
This bookstore job was a big freaking deal for so many reasons, but the biggest reason was Gigi Hamilton.

I suddenly imagined the picture of Gigi from the press releases, the one that was on the bookstore website. In it, Gigi gazed into the camera, her brown eyes wide, her brown skin glowing under the fluorescent lights, her gray-speckled black hair framing her face in an afro. Her smile was brighter and more alive than the sweeping city view in the background.

I caught myself. Get your head in the game, Indigo. This is not the time for gay fantasies. I let my heartbeat slow and then crossed the street to enter Martha’s Bookshop for the first time.

Gigi:
The first time I saw Indigo, she was standing in front of the QTPOC poets display at the front of the store, her hand on her hip and her long, golden-brown braids stretched all the way down to the curve of her butt. I thought she was beautiful, and from the way we caught eyes around the shelves, I could see that she appreciated me as well.
When we shook hands for the first time, I felt an undeniable spark. My hands lingered over hers and threatened to clasp — and from that moment, I knew I was down bad.

I was not allowed to feel a spark. For one, I was in my mid thirties, while Indigo was definitely in her early twenties, but even more importantly, I was her boss’s boss’s boss — the owner of Martha’s Bookshop. So I tried to keep my distance, but it was so hard to do when I loved seeing her every day.

My favorite moments were closing time. Every day Indigo would drop by my office to say goodnight. They started off as quick goodbyes in passing, but after a while, they started lasting a little longer. Before I knew it, the drop-bys became sit-downs. Chatting turned to banter and banter turned to deep conversations about Black books, Afrofuturism, our hopes and our dreams.

My inner demisexual could not and would not chill in Indigo’s presence — but I promised myself that nothing would ever happen. It simply couldn’t…right?

Indigo:
Gigi’s smile. Gigi’s laugh. Gigi’s office and our talks that could go on forever and ever. I had never wanted anyone more. After weeks of pining for Gigi, my Aries Moon took the front seat and decided that tonight was the night. I was finally going to tell Gigi how I felt.

When closing time came and everyone else left, I made my way to Gigi’s door following the sound of the light bossa nova coming from her office. I took a deep breath, trying to quiet my nerves, and I stepped inside.

Gigi:
Indigo stood in my office doorway wearing a striped T-shirt tucked into skinny jeans. With each shaky breath she took, the curve of her breasts moved up and down.

My body reacted to her presence, goosebumps springing up on my arms. Indigo opened her mouth and then closed it. She cleared her throat and then said nothing.

I could tell she was nervous. I saw her stepping into the inevitable, hanging herself off a cliff to see if I would catch her. I decided to catch her where she stood, and there was only one way I knew I could do that.

Indigo:
“Indigo, it’s okay,” Gigi said, standing up from her desk, showing off the chic pink pantsuit that I loved. Gigi came around her desk, and within a few graceful steps, she was standing right in front of me.

“Indigo,” she murmured, her voice sultry and low. “Tell me what you want from me…. I need — I need to hear you say it.”

I cleared my throat and kept my eyes on hers — the heat palpable between us.

“Well, I want… I want you,” I admitted, exhaling finally, my shoulders relaxing, my body loosening in the moment. I felt fully present and sharp. Ready for anything.

Gigi stepped forward then and held the base of my chin between two soft fingers. “Oh, beloved, that’s all I needed to hear.”

Gigi held my chin in her fingers and walked me back against the door, gently closing it behind us. We looked at each other for a moment more, bossa nova continuing to fill the office in slow, sultry tones, and then finally, finally, she stepped forward, and I met her halfway.

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Gigi:
When our lips met, they were soft and slightly wet. I switched my hand from Indigo’s chin to her cheek and stroked its softness while I kissed her. It was tentative at first, but then we caught each other’s rhythm. I pushed Indigo harder against the door, and she returned my kiss with equal excitement. She brought her hand up to my hair gently, pulling at a clump of my curls, pulling me down to her lips.

I opened her mouth with my tongue and glided it over hers, slippery and voluptuous. Indigo took my full tongue into her mouth and sucked on it before pulling away and biting my lip. I couldn’t stop myself from moaning into her mouth.

Indigo backed away suddenly and looked up at me with mischief in her eyes. “Mmm, I’m going to need to hear that sound again.”

With her back still pressed to the door, Indigo slid down to her knees. She watched me the whole time, the fluorescence from the ceiling lights creating dew drops of white in her brown eyes.

“Do you know how sexy you are? How hard its been to wait to have you in my mouth?”

I felt my cheeks flame and I found myself stuttering, suddenly flustered and jittery. Oh, how the tables turn.

“I’m going to taste you now,” Indigo said, but she waited to pull down my pants until I gave a nod of consent, my body trembling from the heat, my nipples hard behind my blazer.

Indigo pulled down my pants and my panties together like they were one skin, and before I could say anything else, she plunged her face and tongue into my pussy.

Indigo:
Gigi’s clit was juicy and tender in my mouth as I glided my tongue over and under it. I went slow at first to see what she liked, and as I discovered her preference for tongue flicks and long, luxurious counterclockwise circles, I intensified each movement. I was rewarded with each new moan cascading from her throat.

As Gigi got closer and closer, I moved my hands to her ass and encouraged her to buck into my mouth. She took the note, tangling her hands in my braids and rubbing her slickness across my lips.

“Oh my god” she said suddenly. “Oh my god oh my — fuck. I’m so close.”

I moved my nose up to catch a breath of air, knowing I’d need it, and then I sucked her clit into my mouth while running my tongue across it again and again. Her cries intensified, and I was surprised to hear my own whimpers. My legs clenched below me, and I used the friction from my skinny jeans to get myself closer and closer.

Suddenly, Gigi crumbled over me, legs buckling, her hands still in my hair, and just as I expected, I felt myself orgasm in unison. Our moans were call and response, our bodies constellations — our quivering limbs splayed everywhere in glorious ecstasy.

Gigi:
As I floated back down to earth, I looked down and saw Indigo curled up against the door like a question mark, her eyes closed and her chest making deep rises and falls. My hand was still holding her hair and her hand was still clutching my thigh like I was her rock.

I unfurled us gently, releasing her hand before taking it into my own, sidling down on the floor beside her. I wrapped my arm around her and tipped her head onto my shoulder.

She looked up at me with those big, brown eyes. I took her in, overwhelmed with gratitude for the overwhelming pleasure in this moment. Indigo cleared her throat and took a deep breath, breaking the silence.

“To be honest… I don’t know what’s hotter…this moment or the job security.”

We looked at each other then, Indigo’s eyes glinting with mischief — and then we burst out laughing.

I tried to cover my face, but she took my hands down and brought them to her lips.

“You…are very sexy,” she murmured. I watched her kiss my hands for a moment more, and then I slid them out of her grasp.

“You —” I started, moving in between her legs. “You are magnificent, and I intend to spend the rest of the night showing you how much I think so.”

Indigo bit her bottom lip and draped her braids over one shoulder before settling back against the door. Her eyes: a challenge. I smiled.

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