Mrs. Priestly (2/5)
Title: Mrs. Priestly -- The Seduction of Andrea Sachs
Fandom: The Devil Wears Prada/The Graduate
Rating/Genre: pg-13/femslash, crossover, AU
Characters/Pairing: Andy Sachs, her parents, Miranda Priestly, Emily Charlton, references to Stephen; Andy/Miranda
Summary: Working for Miranda Priestly turns out to be more complicated than what Andy had expected. Add to that a growing crush and an awkward phone call at the Taft Hotel…
Disclaimer: I don’t own much and certainly not any of these characters.
Word count: 3 182
Spoilers/Warnings: It could maybe be considered a little spoilery for The Graduate, except that some major events are “re-invented” and other things added./No
Beta readers: mxrolkr and flyhiwithme2 and gabe12347 are the wonderful persons who make sure that the words are all right and the story is flowing nicely. :)
Notes: Here is chapter one. This is so crossed over that you can probably see the stitches, it has been fun to write and according to previous comments it’s totally readable even if you haven’t seen The Graduate -- also note that this is pretty much AU when it comes to some details: Stephen is the twins’ biological father and his name is Priestly; he is an old friend of Andy’s father and Andy has known both of them her whole life before she starts working at Runway. And for the rest, well… it’s in the fic. ;)
Notes2 Thank you very, very much for all your comments on chapter one!! <3 Thanks to mxrolkr and kali_blue for the title.
Working at Miranda’s magazine turned out to be not quite what Andy had expected.
Andy walked through the glass doors that led into Miranda Priestly’s headquarters and told the girl behind the big white reception desk that she had an appointment with Emily Charlton, just as she had been told to do.
A young woman who was obviously Emily Charlton showed up behind the corner. Seeing Andy she gasped and then muttered something about Human Resources having an odd sense of humour.
All right, Andy thought, so I’m not a model, but there’s no need to look at me like I’m something that the cat dragged in. I’m here because Miranda wants me here, after all.
Andy didn’t, however, think that it would be a good idea to mention this on her first day of work, so she followed the woman quietly and hoped that the experience of working at a fashion magazine would at least be interesting.
She learned quickly that ‘interesting’ was not the word for it.
“Miranda sacked the last two girls”, Emily said, “we need someone who can survive here.”
Emily wasn’t joking. When someone notified Emily that Miranda was on her way in, everybody started to run around like crazy. Andy soon learned that this was normal behavior when the editor came in early without warning. Andy learned that everyone was going to do exactly what Miranda wanted exactly when she wanted it, if not sooner, and the woman was, in short, monstrously efficient. Although she did not expect anyone to actually be her match in that, she expected everybody to to give more than their very best effort.
Andy already knew, of course, that Miranda wasn’t an easy boss to please. She could remember that even she had been a little afraid of the silver-haired woman, but she had not realized what it actually meant to work for her.
Because work was what she was expected to do. It didn’t matter that Miranda had known Andy since she was two years old and it didn’t matter that only a few days earlier she had made it clear to Andy that she was, as she had put it, ‘available.’
Miranda in her office seemed to have nothing to do with Miranda in her home.
The first time Miranda spoke to her in the office, she looked at her as if she was nothing more than a stranger, not unlike the way Emily had looked at her. She told Andy, coldly, that if she wanted to work at Runway she should locate some fashion sense, and quickly.
Damn, Andy thought, I should have taken mom’s advice. But she had considered herself perfectly capable of choosing her own clothes and she hadn’t thought that it mattered that much what she wore. Miranda already found her attractive, didn’t she?
“Well”, Andy blushed, “I guess that depends on how you…”
“No, no”, Miranda said, “that wasn’t a question.”
“Look”, Andy said, “I know that I don’t fit in here, but I am smart and I can work hard, and it was you who said…”
A bald man with glasses walked in and began showing Miranda some photos of something. Miranda didn’t look at Andy anymore. She just waved her off impatiently, so Andy went to find Emily again.
That was Andy’s first day at work. All the new things, all the new words, all the new people and all the sentences Emily started with ‘I’m only going to say this once…’ made Andy dizzy and exhausted. She questioned her capacity to survive there for as long as another day, much less the whole summer or, god forbid, a year.
Miranda’s behavior no longer surprised her. Miranda was just herself, but maybe more intense and more preoccupied than when she was having dinner with Andy’s parents. It was her behavior at Andy’s graduation party that had been unusual. Andy remembered that now.
What was I thinking, she asked herself, that Miranda was going to say ‘Welcome, let’s go and get a hotel room’? Of course not! And this seduction thing was probably just a joke anyway.
She had to admit that the thought disappointed her. But at the same time she wondered why Miranda had hired her if she didn’t want her around. Was it because she enjoyed watching Andy make a fool of herself? Andy decided not to be a fool; she was going to work at Runway, and she was going to be the best assistant Miranda Priestly ever had.
Not that that was an easy task, far from it. There were so many things that Andy didn’t know, things that she, in fact, didn’t know existed. But she learned as quickly as she could and did her best. During the first weeks, Miranda called her ‘Emily’ and seemed more than once to be tempted to throw Andy out of the window because of her ‘incompetence.’ Andy tried to ignore the growing attraction she felt for her boss despite how she acted. And to be honest, after a while she did understand why Miranda acted that way. She was like the conductor of a great orchestra; Runway was the symphony and the staff were the musicians. Miranda was the one in charge, the one responsible for every single sound, and she had to have complete control of even the smallest part of the whole at any given moment. And Emily and Andy were the ones who turned the sheets of music on her music stand.
And who could avoid being in complete awe of that?
***
After a while, she had begun to understand the work she was supposed to do. But the more she understood it, the more room was left in her brain for other thoughts. Thoughts about sex. Thoughts about Miranda. Thoughts about having sex with Miranda. Not that she would ever know what that would be like, but each day that passed found her wanting more and more to discover.
I want to have sex, were the words that were spinning around constantly in her head - at least when she was not working, and sometimes when she was. I’m too old to be a virgin and I know what I want now; it’s my turn to know now! How can anybody expect me to make decisions about my future when I don’t even know what it’s like to have sex?
Andy decided that she wasn’t imagining and making things up because she was going crazy. Miranda was looking at her with a knowing little smirk when she thought that no one noticed. Miranda was watching and waiting for her to make the next move.
So, one night, after having dropped the Book off at the townhouse Andy drove to a hotel and called Miranda. She didn’t have the courage to face Miranda in her home, but once back in the safety of her car, she cursed herself for being such a damn coward. So she drove to the nearest hotel and there she dialed Miranda’s number, quickly, before she could change her mind again.
“I was wondering”, she said meekly, “if I could buy you a drink or something.”
She heard Miranda breathe at the other end.
“Where are you?”
“At the Taft Hotel.”
“Did you get a room?”
“No…I know it’s pretty late, and…”
“Give me an hour.” Miranda cut her off, as always when Andy started babbling. “I’ll be there in an hour.”
An hour? An hour?! What was Andy supposed to be doing there all alone for an hour? She thought about driving around in her car for a while, but that wasn’t safe; she didn’t want to get stuck in the traffic. So she sat in the hotel bar with a coke and she tried her best not to look nervous and out of place.
She thought that people were looking at her. There sits a girl waiting for her married lover… If only they knew that the lover was a woman, then they’d have something to talk about! If only they knew that the woman was her boss, and not her lover yet, they would laugh and tell her that it was nothing but a practical joke. Any minute now Stephen was going to come through that door, laughing mockingly.
Andy was fidgeting in her corner becoming more and more nervous. There was a party going on in another part of the hotel and she almost considered going in there, pretending to be one of the guests, and thus getting out of this awkward situation.
And then, suddenly, Miranda was there. She swept in elegantly and calmly, as if she met women in hotel bars every night - but a workaholic surely couldn’t do that - and she sat down close to Andy who was very relieved, but still nervous.
“I will have a martini”, Miranda said to the waiter, and when he left, she turned to Andy.
“You don’t have to be so nervous, you know…”
“Nervous, um… It’s hard not to be nervous when you…”
Miranda interrupted her, as always not into small talk.
“Did you get us a room yet?”
“Um, no…”
Andy had sort of figured that Miranda was going to take care of that, but no; Miranda did not do such things for herself. She hesitated. She didn’t want Miranda to think that she was afraid or had changed her mind, but all she had said when she called was that she wanted to buy Miranda a drink. Miranda seemed to have interpreted that as a euphemism.
Miranda settled the question by ordering impatiently, “Go get the room now.”
So Andy did. When she had the key, Miranda followed her.
The room was… just a room. A small corner room with three windows. It didn’t look much different from any other hotel rooms Andy had seen and that was precisely what was wrong with it. It should have been the royal suite. It was not a place for Miranda Priestly. It was not a place to make love in for the very first time.
Andy turned off the lights, walked over to the windows and closed the blinds.
Miranda turned the lights on again.
Andy felt like turning them off one more time, but that would have been childish. She didn’t know what to do. She wanted to kiss Miranda - to finally find out what that was like - but she didn’t know how to make the move. Should she just go to her, grab her and..?
She would have preferred it if Miranda had kissed her first, but the older woman showed no such intentions. Instead, she began unbuttoning her blouse, and Andy found herself once again staring at Miranda’s breasts.
How could she dare touch this woman? She felt a sudden urge to slam her head into the wall, repeatedly, and she had to brace herself. She could hardly breathe.
“What’s the matter?” Miranda said, probably reading desperation on Andy’s face. “Don’t you find me desirable?”
“I think you’re the most attractive of all my parent’s friends… I mean, you’re very desirable.”
Shit, Andy thought, why did I say it like that? I’m so stupid!
But Andy couldn’t help thinking a little about her parents. What would they think of her if they saw her right now on her way to jumping into bed with her father’s partner’s wife?! They wouldn’t like it at all.
But it doesn’t matter, Andy thought, because I like it. Or, I will like it… I think.
She wasn’t so sure. Miranda was, after all, an older woman. She was experienced with certain expectations for a lover, no doubt, and Andy knew nothing. She had no idea how to make love, although the woman did have a body similar to her own - if Miranda’s perfection could be similar to anyone - and what if she was going to make a total fool of herself with her awkward clumsiness? Miranda didn’t tolerate it at work. Why would she put up with it in bed?
“Are you afraid of me?”
“No”, Andy lied, “no, no. You’re missing the point.”
I’m not as much afraid of you, she thought, as of this whole situation.
Miranda leaned in a little closer to her and said, “Can I ask you a personal question? Is this your first time?”
Andy wanted to say no, because saying yes would make her look ridiculous. How could anyone her age be a virgin? Even if Miranda thought it obvious that this was her first time with another woman, she could still have slept with men, couldn’t she?
Evidently Miranda didn’t buy that.
“You can admit that, can’t you? It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
Andy realized that Miranda could read her like an open book; that she had been reading her probably ever since the night Andy drove her home, and that had been her point the whole time. For some mysterious reason, Miranda liked that this was her first time.
Andy nodded, slowly.
Miranda then took off her silk blouse and put it on a chair. She didn’t smile, exactly, but she didn’t look unkindly at Andy. But she didn’t move. She was waiting.
Andy reached out a slightly shivering hand and touched Miranda’s bare shoulder.
Miranda’s skin was soft and warm. Andy almost believed that she could stay like that for ages, just barely touching her. She was almost breathless because of that small contact with another person’s skin.
She let her fingertips slide over the shoulder and, slowly, downwards over the arm, and up again. Back to the shoulder. Miranda’s lips parted just a little, and Andy could see her pulse beating faster. This quickened her blood, too, but she didn’t dare rush. She began to follow the strap of Miranda’s black lace bra with a fingertip. She traced the strap down to the lace that covered the other woman’s magnificent breast, and there, on the skin just above the lace, she stopped.
Were her fingertips resting on Miranda’s breast? Yes. She could feel the warm softness of Miranda’s skin. She had to believe that it was real. She wanted to… she wanted to…
Miranda sighed, and put her hand on Andy’s, pressing Andy’s palm against her breast. Her fingers moved over Andy’s hand as if to guide her.
“There”, she said, “you are allowed to touch me. I want you to. I’ll show you what I want, Andrea, I’ll show you what this is all about.”
So Andy felt the weight of Miranda’s breasts in her hands and began exploring them over the fabric. Her caresses were shy, careful, but she wasn’t completely clueless because she had breast of her own after all, and she guessed that she was on the right track when Miranda gasped a little when Andy’s curious fingers touched her nipples. They were hard.
Miranda moved her hands behind her back and undid the bra so Andy could see what she was touching.
I’ll just do what I think feels good, Andy told herself as she looked at her hand as her touches gained a little more confidence. Is this good? she wondered, does she really like it? And then she looked the other woman in the eyes.
“Miranda”, she whispered, because her voice was suddenly so weak, “please, kiss me.”
And as if Miranda only had been waiting for the request, she kissed Andy.
When Miranda put her hands on Andy’s shoulder and allowed their lips to meet, Andy was … beside herself. It was as if she had flown up to the ceiling and was watching them both from above, she viewed the scene without fully realizing that she was part of it. Andy had already fantasized many, many times about kissing Miranda, but she hadn’t been able to imagine what it would be like. Now she knew.
Miranda loosened her grip around Andy and their lips parted. She looked at Andy with a knowing little smile as if she realized how overwhelmed and dizzy Andy was. Her head was spinning, she was flying, wasn’t she? Then she touched Andy’s lips with hers again. This time, Andy stayed on the floor in Miranda’s arms and she took in the strange and amazing sensation as she began to follow, to understand, to realize what a kiss was supposed to feel like. What was it that she had been doing with Nate before? Maybe she had called it kissing, but now she knew that it had been nothing but smothering. This was kissing and she never wanted to stop.
But Miranda wanted to move on. After a while she was tugging at Andy’s clothes and, though Andy was aching desperately for her touch, she felt a little awkward too because no one had seen her naked before. Not like that and Miranda was surrounded by beautiful models day out and day in…
“I’m going to undress you now”, Miranda informed her as if she could feel her hesitation, “and I really don’t think you mind.”
“I don’t mind”, Andy gulped, and she began to help. Soon enough, she felt Miranda’s hands on her naked skin, and it was glorious, glorious, and she allowed herself to just let go and follow Miranda’s lead.
Miranda took it slow and was surprisingly gentle at first, but there was nothing gentle about the explosive force of the orgasm that left Andy panting, quivering and blushing. And Miranda didn’t wait many moments before she whispered, “You enjoyed that, didn’t you, Andrea? And yet that was just the beginning.”
Oh, it was. Andy learned that during the weeks that followed. She had been so overwhelmed that first night. She didn’t stop feeling amazed by it, but she learned to not be shy and insecure. She stopped feeling awkward about being naked in front of Miranda. She began to see how her naked body could bring pleasure, even joy (but she didn’t dare call it happiness) to the other woman. She was not only allowed to but encouraged, even required, to take as much pleasure as she was giving.
A whole new life began. Getting up in the morning, going to Runway, smiling at Emily and Nigel; it all felt like part of a game. Miranda looked at her as icily as before and said things like, ‘by all means, move at a glacial pace, you know how that thrills me’ or ‘Andrea, are you still with us, or did your mind just take a walk up on Mars?’, and sometimes, Andy blushed and stuttered in front of her.
But then came the time, late in the evenings, when they were alone in the office. Or if that wasn’t possible, maybe Stephen and the twins were out for the weekend and when Andy dropped the Book off, she also dropped all of her clothes. Or maybe Miranda texted her and told her to come to this or that hotel, which Andy did. Always, without hesitation. She felt restless and lost when Miranda had some important dinner or function to go to where Andy’s presence wasn’t required.
***
To be continued…
Fandom: The Devil Wears Prada/The Graduate
Rating/Genre: pg-13/femslash, crossover, AU
Characters/Pairing: Andy Sachs, her parents, Miranda Priestly, Emily Charlton, references to Stephen; Andy/Miranda
Summary: Working for Miranda Priestly turns out to be more complicated than what Andy had expected. Add to that a growing crush and an awkward phone call at the Taft Hotel…
Disclaimer: I don’t own much and certainly not any of these characters.
Word count: 3 182
Spoilers/Warnings: It could maybe be considered a little spoilery for The Graduate, except that some major events are “re-invented” and other things added./No
Beta readers: mxrolkr and flyhiwithme2 and gabe12347 are the wonderful persons who make sure that the words are all right and the story is flowing nicely. :)
Notes: Here is chapter one. This is so crossed over that you can probably see the stitches, it has been fun to write and according to previous comments it’s totally readable even if you haven’t seen The Graduate -- also note that this is pretty much AU when it comes to some details: Stephen is the twins’ biological father and his name is Priestly; he is an old friend of Andy’s father and Andy has known both of them her whole life before she starts working at Runway. And for the rest, well… it’s in the fic. ;)
Notes2 Thank you very, very much for all your comments on chapter one!! <3 Thanks to mxrolkr and kali_blue for the title.
Working at Miranda’s magazine turned out to be not quite what Andy had expected.
Andy walked through the glass doors that led into Miranda Priestly’s headquarters and told the girl behind the big white reception desk that she had an appointment with Emily Charlton, just as she had been told to do.
A young woman who was obviously Emily Charlton showed up behind the corner. Seeing Andy she gasped and then muttered something about Human Resources having an odd sense of humour.
All right, Andy thought, so I’m not a model, but there’s no need to look at me like I’m something that the cat dragged in. I’m here because Miranda wants me here, after all.
Andy didn’t, however, think that it would be a good idea to mention this on her first day of work, so she followed the woman quietly and hoped that the experience of working at a fashion magazine would at least be interesting.
She learned quickly that ‘interesting’ was not the word for it.
“Miranda sacked the last two girls”, Emily said, “we need someone who can survive here.”
Emily wasn’t joking. When someone notified Emily that Miranda was on her way in, everybody started to run around like crazy. Andy soon learned that this was normal behavior when the editor came in early without warning. Andy learned that everyone was going to do exactly what Miranda wanted exactly when she wanted it, if not sooner, and the woman was, in short, monstrously efficient. Although she did not expect anyone to actually be her match in that, she expected everybody to to give more than their very best effort.
Andy already knew, of course, that Miranda wasn’t an easy boss to please. She could remember that even she had been a little afraid of the silver-haired woman, but she had not realized what it actually meant to work for her.
Because work was what she was expected to do. It didn’t matter that Miranda had known Andy since she was two years old and it didn’t matter that only a few days earlier she had made it clear to Andy that she was, as she had put it, ‘available.’
Miranda in her office seemed to have nothing to do with Miranda in her home.
The first time Miranda spoke to her in the office, she looked at her as if she was nothing more than a stranger, not unlike the way Emily had looked at her. She told Andy, coldly, that if she wanted to work at Runway she should locate some fashion sense, and quickly.
Damn, Andy thought, I should have taken mom’s advice. But she had considered herself perfectly capable of choosing her own clothes and she hadn’t thought that it mattered that much what she wore. Miranda already found her attractive, didn’t she?
“Well”, Andy blushed, “I guess that depends on how you…”
“No, no”, Miranda said, “that wasn’t a question.”
“Look”, Andy said, “I know that I don’t fit in here, but I am smart and I can work hard, and it was you who said…”
A bald man with glasses walked in and began showing Miranda some photos of something. Miranda didn’t look at Andy anymore. She just waved her off impatiently, so Andy went to find Emily again.
That was Andy’s first day at work. All the new things, all the new words, all the new people and all the sentences Emily started with ‘I’m only going to say this once…’ made Andy dizzy and exhausted. She questioned her capacity to survive there for as long as another day, much less the whole summer or, god forbid, a year.
Miranda’s behavior no longer surprised her. Miranda was just herself, but maybe more intense and more preoccupied than when she was having dinner with Andy’s parents. It was her behavior at Andy’s graduation party that had been unusual. Andy remembered that now.
What was I thinking, she asked herself, that Miranda was going to say ‘Welcome, let’s go and get a hotel room’? Of course not! And this seduction thing was probably just a joke anyway.
She had to admit that the thought disappointed her. But at the same time she wondered why Miranda had hired her if she didn’t want her around. Was it because she enjoyed watching Andy make a fool of herself? Andy decided not to be a fool; she was going to work at Runway, and she was going to be the best assistant Miranda Priestly ever had.
Not that that was an easy task, far from it. There were so many things that Andy didn’t know, things that she, in fact, didn’t know existed. But she learned as quickly as she could and did her best. During the first weeks, Miranda called her ‘Emily’ and seemed more than once to be tempted to throw Andy out of the window because of her ‘incompetence.’ Andy tried to ignore the growing attraction she felt for her boss despite how she acted. And to be honest, after a while she did understand why Miranda acted that way. She was like the conductor of a great orchestra; Runway was the symphony and the staff were the musicians. Miranda was the one in charge, the one responsible for every single sound, and she had to have complete control of even the smallest part of the whole at any given moment. And Emily and Andy were the ones who turned the sheets of music on her music stand.
And who could avoid being in complete awe of that?
***
After a while, she had begun to understand the work she was supposed to do. But the more she understood it, the more room was left in her brain for other thoughts. Thoughts about sex. Thoughts about Miranda. Thoughts about having sex with Miranda. Not that she would ever know what that would be like, but each day that passed found her wanting more and more to discover.
I want to have sex, were the words that were spinning around constantly in her head - at least when she was not working, and sometimes when she was. I’m too old to be a virgin and I know what I want now; it’s my turn to know now! How can anybody expect me to make decisions about my future when I don’t even know what it’s like to have sex?
Andy decided that she wasn’t imagining and making things up because she was going crazy. Miranda was looking at her with a knowing little smirk when she thought that no one noticed. Miranda was watching and waiting for her to make the next move.
So, one night, after having dropped the Book off at the townhouse Andy drove to a hotel and called Miranda. She didn’t have the courage to face Miranda in her home, but once back in the safety of her car, she cursed herself for being such a damn coward. So she drove to the nearest hotel and there she dialed Miranda’s number, quickly, before she could change her mind again.
“I was wondering”, she said meekly, “if I could buy you a drink or something.”
She heard Miranda breathe at the other end.
“Where are you?”
“At the Taft Hotel.”
“Did you get a room?”
“No…I know it’s pretty late, and…”
“Give me an hour.” Miranda cut her off, as always when Andy started babbling. “I’ll be there in an hour.”
An hour? An hour?! What was Andy supposed to be doing there all alone for an hour? She thought about driving around in her car for a while, but that wasn’t safe; she didn’t want to get stuck in the traffic. So she sat in the hotel bar with a coke and she tried her best not to look nervous and out of place.
She thought that people were looking at her. There sits a girl waiting for her married lover… If only they knew that the lover was a woman, then they’d have something to talk about! If only they knew that the woman was her boss, and not her lover yet, they would laugh and tell her that it was nothing but a practical joke. Any minute now Stephen was going to come through that door, laughing mockingly.
Andy was fidgeting in her corner becoming more and more nervous. There was a party going on in another part of the hotel and she almost considered going in there, pretending to be one of the guests, and thus getting out of this awkward situation.
And then, suddenly, Miranda was there. She swept in elegantly and calmly, as if she met women in hotel bars every night - but a workaholic surely couldn’t do that - and she sat down close to Andy who was very relieved, but still nervous.
“I will have a martini”, Miranda said to the waiter, and when he left, she turned to Andy.
“You don’t have to be so nervous, you know…”
“Nervous, um… It’s hard not to be nervous when you…”
Miranda interrupted her, as always not into small talk.
“Did you get us a room yet?”
“Um, no…”
Andy had sort of figured that Miranda was going to take care of that, but no; Miranda did not do such things for herself. She hesitated. She didn’t want Miranda to think that she was afraid or had changed her mind, but all she had said when she called was that she wanted to buy Miranda a drink. Miranda seemed to have interpreted that as a euphemism.
Miranda settled the question by ordering impatiently, “Go get the room now.”
So Andy did. When she had the key, Miranda followed her.
The room was… just a room. A small corner room with three windows. It didn’t look much different from any other hotel rooms Andy had seen and that was precisely what was wrong with it. It should have been the royal suite. It was not a place for Miranda Priestly. It was not a place to make love in for the very first time.
Andy turned off the lights, walked over to the windows and closed the blinds.
Miranda turned the lights on again.
Andy felt like turning them off one more time, but that would have been childish. She didn’t know what to do. She wanted to kiss Miranda - to finally find out what that was like - but she didn’t know how to make the move. Should she just go to her, grab her and..?
She would have preferred it if Miranda had kissed her first, but the older woman showed no such intentions. Instead, she began unbuttoning her blouse, and Andy found herself once again staring at Miranda’s breasts.
How could she dare touch this woman? She felt a sudden urge to slam her head into the wall, repeatedly, and she had to brace herself. She could hardly breathe.
“What’s the matter?” Miranda said, probably reading desperation on Andy’s face. “Don’t you find me desirable?”
“I think you’re the most attractive of all my parent’s friends… I mean, you’re very desirable.”
Shit, Andy thought, why did I say it like that? I’m so stupid!
But Andy couldn’t help thinking a little about her parents. What would they think of her if they saw her right now on her way to jumping into bed with her father’s partner’s wife?! They wouldn’t like it at all.
But it doesn’t matter, Andy thought, because I like it. Or, I will like it… I think.
She wasn’t so sure. Miranda was, after all, an older woman. She was experienced with certain expectations for a lover, no doubt, and Andy knew nothing. She had no idea how to make love, although the woman did have a body similar to her own - if Miranda’s perfection could be similar to anyone - and what if she was going to make a total fool of herself with her awkward clumsiness? Miranda didn’t tolerate it at work. Why would she put up with it in bed?
“Are you afraid of me?”
“No”, Andy lied, “no, no. You’re missing the point.”
I’m not as much afraid of you, she thought, as of this whole situation.
Miranda leaned in a little closer to her and said, “Can I ask you a personal question? Is this your first time?”
Andy wanted to say no, because saying yes would make her look ridiculous. How could anyone her age be a virgin? Even if Miranda thought it obvious that this was her first time with another woman, she could still have slept with men, couldn’t she?
Evidently Miranda didn’t buy that.
“You can admit that, can’t you? It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
Andy realized that Miranda could read her like an open book; that she had been reading her probably ever since the night Andy drove her home, and that had been her point the whole time. For some mysterious reason, Miranda liked that this was her first time.
Andy nodded, slowly.
Miranda then took off her silk blouse and put it on a chair. She didn’t smile, exactly, but she didn’t look unkindly at Andy. But she didn’t move. She was waiting.
Andy reached out a slightly shivering hand and touched Miranda’s bare shoulder.
Miranda’s skin was soft and warm. Andy almost believed that she could stay like that for ages, just barely touching her. She was almost breathless because of that small contact with another person’s skin.
She let her fingertips slide over the shoulder and, slowly, downwards over the arm, and up again. Back to the shoulder. Miranda’s lips parted just a little, and Andy could see her pulse beating faster. This quickened her blood, too, but she didn’t dare rush. She began to follow the strap of Miranda’s black lace bra with a fingertip. She traced the strap down to the lace that covered the other woman’s magnificent breast, and there, on the skin just above the lace, she stopped.
Were her fingertips resting on Miranda’s breast? Yes. She could feel the warm softness of Miranda’s skin. She had to believe that it was real. She wanted to… she wanted to…
Miranda sighed, and put her hand on Andy’s, pressing Andy’s palm against her breast. Her fingers moved over Andy’s hand as if to guide her.
“There”, she said, “you are allowed to touch me. I want you to. I’ll show you what I want, Andrea, I’ll show you what this is all about.”
So Andy felt the weight of Miranda’s breasts in her hands and began exploring them over the fabric. Her caresses were shy, careful, but she wasn’t completely clueless because she had breast of her own after all, and she guessed that she was on the right track when Miranda gasped a little when Andy’s curious fingers touched her nipples. They were hard.
Miranda moved her hands behind her back and undid the bra so Andy could see what she was touching.
I’ll just do what I think feels good, Andy told herself as she looked at her hand as her touches gained a little more confidence. Is this good? she wondered, does she really like it? And then she looked the other woman in the eyes.
“Miranda”, she whispered, because her voice was suddenly so weak, “please, kiss me.”
And as if Miranda only had been waiting for the request, she kissed Andy.
When Miranda put her hands on Andy’s shoulder and allowed their lips to meet, Andy was … beside herself. It was as if she had flown up to the ceiling and was watching them both from above, she viewed the scene without fully realizing that she was part of it. Andy had already fantasized many, many times about kissing Miranda, but she hadn’t been able to imagine what it would be like. Now she knew.
Miranda loosened her grip around Andy and their lips parted. She looked at Andy with a knowing little smile as if she realized how overwhelmed and dizzy Andy was. Her head was spinning, she was flying, wasn’t she? Then she touched Andy’s lips with hers again. This time, Andy stayed on the floor in Miranda’s arms and she took in the strange and amazing sensation as she began to follow, to understand, to realize what a kiss was supposed to feel like. What was it that she had been doing with Nate before? Maybe she had called it kissing, but now she knew that it had been nothing but smothering. This was kissing and she never wanted to stop.
But Miranda wanted to move on. After a while she was tugging at Andy’s clothes and, though Andy was aching desperately for her touch, she felt a little awkward too because no one had seen her naked before. Not like that and Miranda was surrounded by beautiful models day out and day in…
“I’m going to undress you now”, Miranda informed her as if she could feel her hesitation, “and I really don’t think you mind.”
“I don’t mind”, Andy gulped, and she began to help. Soon enough, she felt Miranda’s hands on her naked skin, and it was glorious, glorious, and she allowed herself to just let go and follow Miranda’s lead.
Miranda took it slow and was surprisingly gentle at first, but there was nothing gentle about the explosive force of the orgasm that left Andy panting, quivering and blushing. And Miranda didn’t wait many moments before she whispered, “You enjoyed that, didn’t you, Andrea? And yet that was just the beginning.”
Oh, it was. Andy learned that during the weeks that followed. She had been so overwhelmed that first night. She didn’t stop feeling amazed by it, but she learned to not be shy and insecure. She stopped feeling awkward about being naked in front of Miranda. She began to see how her naked body could bring pleasure, even joy (but she didn’t dare call it happiness) to the other woman. She was not only allowed to but encouraged, even required, to take as much pleasure as she was giving.
A whole new life began. Getting up in the morning, going to Runway, smiling at Emily and Nigel; it all felt like part of a game. Miranda looked at her as icily as before and said things like, ‘by all means, move at a glacial pace, you know how that thrills me’ or ‘Andrea, are you still with us, or did your mind just take a walk up on Mars?’, and sometimes, Andy blushed and stuttered in front of her.
But then came the time, late in the evenings, when they were alone in the office. Or if that wasn’t possible, maybe Stephen and the twins were out for the weekend and when Andy dropped the Book off, she also dropped all of her clothes. Or maybe Miranda texted her and told her to come to this or that hotel, which Andy did. Always, without hesitation. She felt restless and lost when Miranda had some important dinner or function to go to where Andy’s presence wasn’t required.
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To be continued…