Deborah and Aviva, Part I

The next day Deborah tried to pull her disappearing act again, but Aviva would hear nothing about it; they had to submit the final draft of the Gutmann proposal the next day and they weren’t even halfway through. So she reluctantly took her things and sat in front of Aviva, just like any other day.

‘We’ve already lost enough time with your vanishing yesterday, now lets get to work!” she chirped happily. 

Deborah sighed deeply and went out to get some air. If she was going to finish that proposal today, she had to be concentrated and…

‘Oh dear Lord’, she muttered when she entered back to the office. Aviva was standing there with her shirt open, buttoning the lower buttons, leaving her bra exposed and Deborah in aroused, stupefied shock. She turned around quickly to exit the room when Aviva stopped her.

“Don’t worry, dear, you don’t have to leave, I’m almost done. I spilled coffee on my shirt so I had to change it. Thanks God I always have a spare in the office.”

Deborah’s grip on the door handle hardened, leaving her knuckles white. She had her eyes closed hard and tried counting backwards from 500 to cleanse the image from her mind. She had spent months imagining those breasts and now she could actually see them. Even under the bra they looked beautiful and she wanted nothing more than to put her hands and mouth on them and lick them until Aviva was screaming and writhing in pleasure.

“I’ll be right back, I have to give the dirty shirt to the driver so he can take it home,” Aviva said, exiting the office like nothing had just happened. With all the mixed signals Aviva was sending, Deborah’s brain and body was going haywire.

Deborah stuck her forehead against the door several times until she heard Aviva’s footsteps approaching back to the office. She had no choice but to follow her and start working on the proposal. Even though she could cut the sexual tension with a knife, after a few gestures of innocent teasing, Aviva behaved and dedicated her attention exclusively to the culmination of the proposal.

Lunchtime came and went and neither Aviva nor Deborah moved from their office, until a deep growl from Deborah’s stomach interrupted the silence.

 “Come on, let’s get something to eat. I’m sick of this office, I need to ventilate,” Aviva said, standing up.

“No,” Deborah replied with determination, though she immediately regretted it when she saw Aviva’s smile disappear. “I mean… it’s okay, I’ll just stay here and finish this, don’t worry about me.”

“Oh. But… ok, never mind,” Aviva said, not even trying to conceal her disappointment. She grabbed her purse and immediately exited the office.

No more than three minutes passed when Deborah’s cellphone rang, displaying Aviva’s funny picture and the ‘Twilight Zone’ ringtone Deborah set for her.

“You miss me already?” Deborah greeted with a chuckle, immediately slapping herself for being so daring.

“Of course I do, sweetie!” Aviva announced she was going to buy them both something light for lunch so they could eat in the office together.

The rest of the evening passed uneventfully, and they were both so immersed in their jobs, they didn’t notice the hour until Aviva’s alarm rang, indicating it was time to take her pills before she went to bed.

“Dear God, look at the hour! Nathan is going to kill me; he probably had to feed the children by himself!” She called him immediately and assured him that she would be home in half an hour, after she dropped Deborah off.

“You really don’t have to do that,” Deborah tried to tell her to no avail, because she was already being pushed outside of the trade center and inside Aviva’s car.

“What’s the matter with you?” Aviva asked, after a few minutes of driving in uncomfortable silence.

“Nothing,” she answered, looking out of the window.

“Deborah,” Aviva said sternly, the sound of her employee’s name suddenly heavy and foreign in her mouth. “Tell me what’s wrong; you’ve been acting weird for a while.”

Deborah refused to answer. She just sat there in silence until she could see her profile building in the distance. The car suddenly came to a halt, telling Deborah all she needed to know. Her skin was prickling and her blood was running faster through her body: she made the decision. She faced the other woman, butterflies swarming inside her stomach as her temperature shot up. Without hesitation, she grabbed Aviva’s face and kissed her hard.

Aviva gasped, muffled by Deborah’s lips, and returned the kiss with equal force.

Just like it started, it ended. Before Deborah could think, or before Aviva could process what had just happened and decide this was Deborah’s last day of work, Deborah opened the door and ran the few blocks that separated her from her apartment.

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