L + S

       My face flushed as her tender lips pressed against mine, the smell of her flowery shampoo mixing with her expensive perfume.         "We can't do this…" I gasped, pushing her away for a momentary reprieve.         Our gazes locked, and for a moment I thought I saw a hint of remorse in her eyes. It was short lived, though, as less than a moment later she shoved me against the bathroom stall.         "Why not? I don't see anything wrong with working off some stress."         "You're…" My body trembled as she kissed me again. "dating…"         She wasn't having any of my excuses. Her kisses became more fervent and the more her tongue danced with mine, the more I could feel my senses leaving me. Her touch was like searing knives on my skin, but for some reason I couldn't get enough of the sensation. As her hand moved into my pants, I accidentally let out a whimper.         The action stopped immediately.         "What's wrong?"         There was an actual look of concern on my partner's face. I'd be lying if I didn't admit her abrupt halt wasn't making my body scream.         "Noth-nothing. I just. I can't. Ugh!"         I slammed her into the other wall of the stall, forcing my tongue into her mouth, not giving her any chance to ask any more questions. Thankfully, she didn't try to. Instead, she reached up my shirt and unhooked my bra, and the next thing I knew my shirt and bra were hanging over the stall door where anyone walking in could see. I hesitated, the thought of someone catching us flashing in my mind, but no. I didn't care. This is what I had always wanted. I could feel her trying to push me back to take control of the situation. She was used to being a dominant figure, but I pushed back even harder, and my fingers clenched around the back of her auburn hair, pulling her head back. The color of her exposed neck reminded me of white chocolate. My favorite.         "Do-don't" She barely managed to gasp the words as I gently bit her neck and started sucking on it.         "Don't leave a mark. I didn't bring any makeup with me."         So responsible. Always keeping her image. I struggled to resist the urge to bite her neck harder and mark her just to mess with her. It would be fun, but it wasn't worth making her angry. I didn't want anything to ruin the mood.         SLAM!         My head jolted up as a thick stack of papers thudded onto my desk. I looked around, trying to orientate myself to my new surroundings. No. That's not right. To my normal surroundings.          "Have a nice nap?"         The scowl on her pale face made it clear it was a rhetorical question. My eyes drifted to the thick auburn hair I had just held in my hands. Her soft skin, her soft brown eyes hidden behind her stylish glasses. It was all I could do not to just stare at her.         "I'm sorry, Sarah, I must have fallen asleep eating lunch."         "Spare me the excuses. These packets contain copies of the new office policies that are going into effect tomorrow. Make sure everyone gets one."         "That's not my-"         "It is now."         My mouth hung open when she cut me off, but I snapped it shut realizing how stupid I probably looked.         "Okay. I'll get them passed out."         "Good. And Liz? There's a little drool on the side of your mouth."         I wiped my mouth with my sleeve as she walked away. My office crush: the cold hearted, uptight, dominating Sarah Nyman. She was everything I wasn't, and maybe that's why I held this unrequited love for her. Admittedly, I didn't know much about her other than her work life, but that wasn't important to me. What put her on the pedestal was how she held herself while she put the other office managers in their place. She was the only woman of the group, but not one of them had ever shown her their real chauvinistic, asshole personalities. I had wondered when I first started in the office if the reason was because they were infatuated with her, but the more I watched and eavesdropped, it became clear that they were terrified of her on a personal level. It was inspiring to me. Especially since those same assholes were always talking down to me and giving me lewd looks. And no, it wasn't because I'm particularly attractive. I'm not ugly, but I don't stand out. And that isn't just my perception of myself, either. On the list of conversations I've eavesdropped on as I faded into the background of the office, I had overheard the frat boy brigade talking about me.          I believe their exact words had been, "She's nothing special, but I'd definitely let her suck my dick." Charming, I know.         They weren't wrong that there was nothing special about me though. I don't wear attractive outfits to work, normally just some black business slacks, a dark colored sleeveless blouse, and a black cardigan. I'm not skinny or fat. I'm not unpopular around the office, but I'm definitely not the go to girl either. Even my personal life is dull. I have a few friends I go out with for drinks once in a while, but most of the time I go home, get in my pajamas, put my hair in a sloppy bun, and watch reality tv. In my mind, completely average in every way. I'm like the "average" looking girl from movies and books, but without the quirky traits that make the sexy rich guy fall in love with them.         I looked at the stack of hand outs Sarah had left, letting out an exasperated sigh as I stood up. I regretted it as soon as I did. My sexy escapade with Sarah had all been a dream, but the results were anything but. My underwear was irredeemably soaked, but thankfully this wasn't the first time this had happened to me. I'd learned after the first fantasy over a year ago to keep an extra pair in my purse.