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Kim felt delightfully nervous, full to the brim with expectation and apprehension. Her horror and alienation quickly displaced by trepidatious optimism at the prospect of introducing herself to the new girl. A multitude of thoughts raced through her mind. A thousand solutions to the riddle of the beguiling new girl’s identity.
If she was joining the team or even on loan from another department, there would have been some kind of introduction. She could be a consultant or contractor, but they didn’t generally have blue hair. And Kim had never seen one who was covered from neck to ankle in tattoos.
‘Will she like me….?’
‘….will I like her?’
Her presence was anomalous as well as impossibly arousing. And stranger still was the fact that the entire office appeared utterly oblivious to her presence. Who the hell was she?
‘Maybe she’s not into girls….’
‘….maybe she’s a bitch.’
‘Maybe she doesn’t like creepy girls who interfere with themselves in public?’
‘Oh for heaven’s sake….’ Kim reigned in her muddled thoughts.
‘You haven’t even met her yet….’
‘….you don’t even know her name….’
‘….for goodness sake just go talk to her.’
At last Kim set her resolve and loaded the teapot, her cup and little matching milk jug onto their tray and headed to the kitchen. Pulling herself together as she went, nervously summoning up her courage before entering the office kitchen.
‘Here goes nothing.’
And there she was, leaning against the kitchen counter, thumbs thrust into her jeans pockets, with long legs crossed before her waiting for the kettle to boil. Wearing a broad and unabashedly villainous smile on her face, as if she was expecting Kim to follow her into the kitchen.
Kim took a deep breath and plunged headlong into the unknown, her heart quickening with excitement.
“Hi.” She offered in a bright friendly tone, as she extended her hand in greeting.
“Hi” the girl smiled wickedly.
“I’m Catherine, just call me Cate.”
And Kim Lee nearly melted on the spot as she accepted the new girl’s hand. Her grip was firm but also gentle, and the sensation of the strange new girl’s hand in her own was delicious. And her voice, it flowed like deep dark golden syrup, warm and smooth. And she had the most gorgeous and seductive French Canadian accent. Simultaneously lyrical but also sharp and direct.
And then there was her eyes, now that Kim was no longer confined to furtive sidelong glances, she could see just how preternaturally dark and large Cate’s eyes were. Up close they were actually kind of creepy, as black as midnight through and through and imbued with a profound depth.
And as clichéd as the thought rang in her mind, Kim genuinely felt she could somehow fall into the impossible depths of that fathomless and hypnotic gaze. But there was a warmth there also, and a kind of playful wickedness which somewhat negated the queerness of her weird eyes.
Reluctantly releasing Cate’s hand Kim placed her tray on the kitchen counter, and began rinsing her things in the sink. She could feel Cate’s eyes on her as she worked, she could sense her impish amusement. And Kim found her excitement rising again beneath the delicious intensity of that bemused scrutiny.
“So where are you from, Cate…?” Kim asked in her best affected nonchalant tone.
“….are you a consultant, or a transfer from another department?”
Cate stood right next to Kim at the kitchen counter and remained tacit, apparently ignoring the innocent inquiries. Until eventually, when she was sure she had Kim’s full attention, Cate playfully bumped her with her shoulder and leaned in close to whisper.
“I caught you staring at me.”
The cup fell from Kim’s hands and went clattering in the sink, and she turned to face the grinning Cate. The bright pink of embarrassment staining her cheeks for the second time that day.
“Oh golly….” Kim stammered.
“….I’m sorry…I was….”
“….well, it’s just you’re so…” she paused, her mind searching frantically for an alibi.
“….uh….it’s your tattoo’s….”
“….and there’s an awful lot of them…”
“….um….” Kim trailed off into awkward silence as Cate merely smiled in mute amusement.
“Oh, so it’s just my ink you like….”
“….it’s okay, you can look.”
And to Kim’s dismay, Cate abruptly pulled up her shirt as high as her breasts revealing her extensively inked belly.
“Look, this one is my favourite”
“….oh my.” Kim uttered in a faraway voice.
Kim found herself looking at top three quarters of a stylized, horned female figure. Large breasted and sitting cross legged, her features a curious mix of human and animal. One hand gripping a writhing snake and the other a large sickle, wild animals lurking in the woods around her.
And to Kim’s further agitation and dismay, Cate pulled the waist of her jeans and underwear down maybe an inch or so.
“Look….” She said in puckish mock innocence.
“….she goes all….the way….down.”
“Oh my….” Kim sighed.
“I thought maybe I tickled your fancy? I thought maybe you were…” Cate trailed off, relishing Kim’s delightful clumsiness before adding.
“….you know, interested.”
“But if it’s just my tattoo’s then…” Cate left the sentence open and inviting.
“….oh no…!” Kim stumbled over her words in her haste to correct the misconception, failing to realize that it was entirely contrived.
“….I mean, I am…”
Kim gulped nervously and trailed of awkwardly again, her hands trembling ever so slightly and her palms sweaty. She hid the fact by taking her cup and a tea towel and idly drying the vessel. Even though her heart was racing with romantic exhilaration and she felt like a dunce. She was losing her head over this new girl, her usual composure and confidence had evaporated completely in the heat of the moment.
“Well…?” Said Cate.
“Well…?” Kim replied uncomprehending.
“You can touch her if you want” Cate whispered seductively.
Astonished at the new girl’s outrageously candid proposition, Kim gazed deep into those mesmerizing black eyes. Falling just as she fancied that she might, deep into their beguiling and abyssal depths.
Had she heard correctly, had Cate invited her to touch her body? Kim nervously extended a trembling had, and her fingertips began to tentatively caress Cate’s tattooed belly. She gazed into those spellbinding black eyes, her entire being flooding with dizzying infatuation and intense desire.
She dwelt at the woman’s navel, tracing little circles around it as Cate began to tremor a little in response.
“No tickling Kim.”
Cate seized Kim’s hand as it wandered nearer the button of her denims. She directed Kim’s questing fingers back up her belly, over her ribcage and underneath her shirt.
“….but you can touch me here….” Cate whispered seductively as she guided Kim’s hand to her breasts.
“….if you want.”
Kim drew a sharp intake of breath as she felt the soft warmth of Cate’s breast in her hand, and her eyes widened when she discovered the rigidity of the beguiling woman’s excited nipple.
“Wait….Kim uttered helplessly “What are you doing…?”
“I know what you were up to, you know….under your desk….under your skirt….”
“Staring at me….wanting me….”
“It’s true, isn’t it, Kim…?”
“I knew it.” Cate uttered as she snaked her arm around Kim’s waist and drew her nearer.
“Wait…!” Kim whispered nervously as she glance over to the kitchen door.
“…someone will see.”
Kim smiled as she lifted Kim’s chin, binding her with her bewitching gaze. Her lips so close and her breath so sweet and so very seductive.
“Relax….” Cate whispered as she drew Kim’s hand back down to her belly
“….nobody will see….”
“….this isn’t real”
“What are you talking about…?” Kim whispered urgently.
“….we’ll get caught!”
“Hush….” Cate whispered
“….just trust me, I told you….”
“….this isn’t real”
Kim stood transfixed before those strangely beguiling eyes, losing herself entirely in their queer seductive gaze. Allowing herself to fall into this mesmerizing fantasy maybe? Or daydream? It certainly couldn’t be real. It couldn’t be happening. It was too magical. Too surreal.
And at last Kim relented to her urgent arousal, to her burning desire to plunge headlong into this curious adventure. And she relented to those whispering, beguiling lips as they found their way at last to her own.
And as Kim lost herself to Cate’s lips, immersing herself entirely in the queer woman’s kiss, her mind reeling with dizzying arousal at the mystery of this newly discovered romance. And surrendering to the intensity of the moment she kissed back with lips hungry for satisfaction.
Cate now seized Kim’s free hand and took control of it too. And Kim surrendered to the new girls overwhelming dominance, and allowed Cate to guide her hand to between her legs. And Kim gasped in shock and fascination at what she felt.
There was to her physiology something anomalous, something curious and entirely unexpected. She was a natural woman, undeniably and overwhelmingly so. But she was something else also. She was different. Cate was something else.
“Oh my goodness…!” Kim stumbled as her mind scrambled to process her discovery. And although she was most certainly befuddled, she did not remove her hand.