[F/F] My boss seduced me | 2016

It was a dream job for a geeky high school student, the local comic/game/movie/anime store. It also helped that it was the only store of its kind in a twenty mile radius, so we had sort of stranglehold on the market. Of course, this also meant that we had to deal with all the annoying and creepy fanboys- those people who share too much or think that you wanna suck them off cause they have a cool fig or two or, as this particular day brought, the Holier Than Thous.

I hadn't been working for the store for too long, and didn't have a ton of retail experience anyway. Small surprise that when a customer angrily interrogated me about Batman comics with obscure questions that only people who'd been reading comics for decades would know, I started to freak out. I didn't know what to do about this guy getting up in my face, yelling at me, telling me I was fake and a tease and just generally being awful. I was shaking. On the verge of tears. I felt trapped behind the counter, like everyone was laughing at me.

"You need to get out of my store, right now, sir." A voice came from behind me. Jessica. My manager. I turned and looked at her in total shock, I'd never heard her talk to a customer like that.

"You can't-" the customer began.

"When you abuse my employees I sure as hell can. Get out, now." She folded her arms across her chest and glared at this sad excuse of a man.

Eventually the creep left, muttering about entitled bitches under his breath, but he was gone and that's all I cared about. I turned to Jessica, tears still brimming in my eyes, and hugged her. I can't really explain why, just a sense of profound relief from saving me from that asshole, but I squeezed her tight and sobbed onto her shoulder for a moment.

"Sorry, sorry." I said, wiping at my eyes.

"It's fine." She smiled. Until that moment I couldn't remember Jessica ever really smiling.

"I didn't handle that well." I said.

Jessica shrugged. "Yes, but no one ever really does. You just get less worse at it with time."

"You handled it pretty well." I rubbed the last of the tears off my face and noticed dark streaks of mascara and makeup staining my fingers. Fuck.

"Eh. I hide it well. I'm a nervous wreck right now, my heart's hammering, and I may go puke."

I stared at her. She's handled it perfectly, sounded so calm, so confident.

"So it never gets easier?" I asked, perplexed.

"Oh, sure, but it's never easy, if you follow."

I shook my head in agreement, though still a little stunned. I'd thought Jessica was unflappable, she took everything that came her way with calm determination and icy ruthlessness. But here we were talking about her weakness, her fears, and we didn't stop. For the rest of our shift that night we chatted about life, her scumbag ex husband, my troubles with Josh, what celebrities we'd sleep with, food and friends and on and on. It was like I'd suddenly found a sister I'd never known I had.

I slapped her arm playfully a few times. She smirked at me but never retaliated, but a glint came into her eye when I did. Later, when I was bending down to stock something on a shelf, she walked by and slapped my ass and yelled about payback being a bitch. And, damn, she slapped my ass hard I could feel my cheek tingling in pain. More than anything else I was shocked, and found it a little funny, but it was weird behavior for a manager for sure.

Eventually the night wound down and we started closing up the store. Jessica dealt with the money and the registers and all those wonderful manager things, while I swept and straightened the shelves and did the menial crap a retail store needs done.

"Hey, you done?" Jessica asked from the registers.

"Yeah, pretty much. Gotta run the trash out but I'll do that when I go out." I said.

"Cool. Wait for me in the back room?" Jessica said it causally, but any time your manager asks you to stay late, well, it doesn't matter how good of a day you just had with her.

"Okay." I said.

I slung my bag over my shoulder and stood in the break room, not sure if I should clock out. Or if I was ever going to clock back in again. The minutes that passed were agony, dozens of scenarios crossed my mind, more and more improbable, until I'd psyched myself out into a shaking fit.

Click. The door to the back room opened. Jessica stepped in. Here it was- moment of truth. I was getting fired. Of course.

"Did you clock out?" Jessica asked.

"No?" I said. It's all I could say. Jessica looked at me funny for a second, then started laughing.

"Oh, God, I'm so sorry. You're not in trouble. Go ahead and clock out, wow, I'm stupid, I didn't even think about how you'd take this." She said it in a rush, turning a little red.

A weight lifted from my chest. I could breathe again.

"Oh." I said. "Okay." I took a breath. "So... What's up?"

Jessica smiled at me and turned a deeper red. She reached out and grabbed my hand, lifted it, and placed it on her breast. Her blouse was a soft silky fabric, her bra was thin underneath my fingers, her breast full and firm.

"I..." My mind was whirling. I didn't know what to do. What to say. If my jaw could have fallen to the floor like a Warner Brothers cartoon, It would have.

"Please." Jessica whispered.

She folded her hand over mine, pressing my palm into her breast. I could feel her nipple hardening against it. Heard her breathing change. Still, this was my boss and she was nearly nine years older than me and what happened if corporate found out and--

She shifted her hips and slightly crossed her legs, in that way that screamed she was horny and was doing her best to do something about it without touching herself.

I leaned up to her mouth and kissed her. Hard. My hand tightened on her breast. To my surprise she kissed me back with as much strength as I had her. She reached down and cupped my ass with both hands, a moment later flipping up my skirt and placing her hands directly on my ass. Her fingers glided over the thin fabric of my thong, and I gasped in surprise. My legs crossed with that same involuntary need, and I immediately started worrying about ruining a pair of panties with my wetness.

"We don't have long." Jessica whispered. "Cameras can't see us but if we're back here too long without setting the alarm corporate calls." She kissed me again and slid her hands up to the hem of my skirt, pushing it down with a slight pressure.

"Okay." I said in between gasps. "W-what do you want me to do?"

I'd be lying if I said I hadn't fantasized about being with women before this. But I didn't know what I was doing, I was still learning about sex with Josh- in those increasingly infrequent times we were together- and now this?

"It's fine. Next time, okay?" Jessica asked. I didn't really know what she meant but I wasn't about to argue. Her kisses were unlike anything I'd ever felt. Her hands on my ass felt so right.

With a simple tug she pulled my skirt and panties off, leaving me in a pool of my own clothes, my pussy gleaming with wetness. I tried to hide my pussy from her gaze, embarrassed at how long it's been since I shaved, but she pulled my hands away and kneeled in front of me. Before my mind could process what she intended her tongue was inside my lips, teasing my labia.

I buckled in shock. I'd never felt oral like this before. My hand gripped her hair and pulled her face into my pussy.

"Oh fuck, fuck, wow." I said.

Jessica sighed, in what I assume was pleasure, and her tongue pushed inside me. It wasn't like having a cock inside me but it felt good all the same, different in a way that was exciting because it was a woman making me feel this, pushing inside me. But true to her word we didn't have long and Jessica sped things up. Her tongue found my clit and after a moment or two of exploration she found that my hips bucked the hardest when she licked around the hood of my clit in fast circles.

"Christ, fuck! I'm gonna cum! Fuck!" I yelled. Like, screamed yelled. If the workers in the KFC next door were still there they'd surely heard me cumming all over my boss' face.

It wasn't the best orgasm of my life, I was focused on not tripping over my skirt, or falling onto Jessica, but it was long- Jessica refused to stop licking me until she got herself off. I only realized this later, when she stood up, and licked herself off her fingers.

"Good?" Jessica asked.

I leaned into her and kissed her, licked my juices off her face, and softly kissed her nose. A weird affectation of mine when someone makes me cum.

"Amazing." I said.

"Good." Jessica smiled. "I'll see you tomorrow."

I smiled back at her and gave her a shy wave. It was only after I did that I realized I was still standing there with my pussy exposed to the world. With an embarrassed laugh I pulled my panties and skirt back on and followed Jessica out into the parking lot. She smiled and waved as she got into her car, the drove away.

I sat in my car and laughed about what I'd just done for ten minutes before driving home.