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Deborah and Aviva, Part I

By on January 2, 2013
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Deborah wasn’t sure if she was disappointed, relieved or insulted when the next morning Aviva acted like nothing happened, so she decided to mimic her boss’s convenient amnesia and carried on with her life. They ignored each other for a while until Aviva just stood up and left the office.

Aside from being a working woman, she was also a mother and a housewife, and being the boss’ wife gave her some benefits, like the possibility of spending half the day grocery shopping for Shabbat dinner that night. So that’s what Aviva did. Deborah knew this because Aviva told her about it the day before, not because she bothered to exchange a single word about it with her that day.

Right about noon Aviva came back to work, her heels tapping loudly as she made her way to her husband’s office, then tapping even more loudly as she left it, slamming the door.

When half an hour passed and Aviva had not yet returned to their shared office, Deborah knew something was amiss, so she went looking for her boss. After a few minutes of searching, she found Aviva in the corner of one of the empty offices, sitting on the carpet surrounded by boxes with her head between her knees, hyperventilating. 

Locking the door behind her, Deborah slowly approached and knelt in front of her boss. She raised Aviva’s head from between her knees and locked her gaze. They just stood there until Aviva’s breathing returned to normal.

 And then Deborah kissed her. Slowly at first, but when she felt Aviva sag against her, her arms clutching Deborah’s clothes, the kiss became more aggressive. Deborah pushed her gently to the floor until she was lying down, and without breaking the kiss, she straddled her, moving her hands from Aviva’s cheeks to cup her breasts over the many layers of clothes she always wore.

‘Why are you doing this?’ Aviva asked, with her lips still attached to Deborah’s.

‘Because I love you.’ 

‘No, you don’t.’ 

Yes, I do, she didn’t say. She deepened the kiss instead, hoping to prove that she was telling the truth. As Aviva fully responded to her, Deborah slid her hands under Aviva’s clothes, feeling her skin for the first time. Aviva shivered but didn’t complain, so Deborah took it as a silent permission to go on. Here I am, make me yours, her sighs said.

Deborah took her hands out of Aviva’s clothes and started removing them one by one until only a bra was standing between her and her long desired treasure. She took her time taking it off, revealing Aviva’s breasts. There was no doubt in her boss’ eyes, so Deborah pounced to claim them. 

The quickness took Aviva by surprise, making her exhale loudly, arching her back. Her hands went straight to Deborah’s hair, pulling it lightly as Deborah concentrated all her efforts in indulging every one of the fantasies that had tortured her over the past months.

With her pants still on, Aviva was sprawled on the floor looking at the roof and panting lightly while Deborah explored every inch of uncovered skin. Every time she came near removing Aviva’s pants, the older woman slyly relocated Deborah’s attention somewhere else. Deborah soon understood the signals, so she seized the opportunity and made every moment count. If this was going to be the only time she had access to Aviva, she was going to make her remember every second of it, even if the disclosure wasn’t complete, even though it wasn’t enough. 

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