Why Karen Filipelli Started Wearing Skirts
Title: Why Karen Filipelli Started Wearing Skirts
Author: sherlockelly
Pairing/Character: Pam/Karen
Word Count: 2,673
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Pam and Karen play a little game. Who'll cave first?
Warnings: Very graphic femslash with little to no plot. Don't blame me! Blame my dirty, nasty brain!
Disclaimer: The Office and it's characters do not belong to me.
katrina87 made me write this in exchange for Start The Chase, I'll Let You Win. I hope this is considered a fair trade. :-)
Oh, and if you review, I'll give you cherry candies!
The almost silent ping of the Instant Message attracted Karen’s attention away from order forms and spread sheets.
Pbeesly: Come see this.
Kfilipelli: see what?
Pbeesly: This thing on my computer.
Karen smiled to herself. Nice try.
She and Pam had joked about how far away they sat from each other one evening after work. Pam’d thrown herself down on Karen’s couch in a huff.
“When I want to talk to you I have to get up and walk all the way over there!” Pam pouted, crossing her arms across her chest.
“So I should be the one that has to get out of my comfortable chair?” Karen plopped down next to her and pulled on one of Pam’s curls. She watched as it bounced right back into place without the aid of any kind of product. To get her own hair to hold a style she had to basically Elmer’s Glue it into place. And then add hairspray. And then pray that it didn’t just turn into a flat, goopy mess.
“You hate that chair!”
“I never said that.”
“Yes, you did! You said it was the most miserable chair you’ve ever sat in!”
“I said compared to my Cadillac in Stamford it was a miserable chair.”
“Oh yeah, your squeaky old Cadillac!” Pam faked indignation for as long as she could, but it was hard to stay mad when Karen scratched her scalp like that. Those slow, swirling motions with only the tips of the nail, and occasionally the pads of her fingers, massaging in concentric circles, those were what gave Pam goosebumps. She shivered lightly when Karen reached the back of her neck.
Not five minutes later, they’d ended the conversation by both agreeing to take turns getting up and visiting the other, deciding that there were other, more important things that they could be doing that moment than discussing the quality of office chairs.
Unfortunately, the compromise in the moment had slowly deteriorated into little more than trickery. And sometimes, downright bribery.
Kfilipelli: is it interesting?
Pbeesly: More interesting than whatever you’re doing.
Kfilipelli: porn during the work day, pam? really?
Karen heard Pam giggle a little. She looked up, and their eyes met. Pam winked at her and looked back at the monitor before she could notice Karen’s blush.
Pbeesly: You wish.
Kfilipelli: no, i don’t wish for you to be looking at porn.
Pbeesly: You rather I look at you?
Kfilipelli: yes. i rather you only ever look at and touch me. ever.
Pbeesly: :-*
The kissy face! Karen felt her resolve weakening. Who could resist Pam’s kissy faces? Nobody! That’s who.
Pbeesly: You coming over here or not?
Kfilipelli: i don’t want to get up!
Pbeesly: You big baby.
Pbeesly: I promise I’ll make it worth your while.
Kfilipelli: …do you have cherry jolly ranchers?
Pbeesly: I might have been saving a few in my top drawer…
Kfilipelli: i’m really comfortable right now. that the best you got?
Pbeesly: Well, I have what’s on my computer screen.
Kfilipelli: fine.
Kfilipelli: but you better have an open jolly rancher ready!
Karen slipped her shoes back on and shoved herself back from the desk. She could hear Pam opening her desk drawer. It wasn’t really a long walk, only six or so steps, but it was easier to give Pam a hard time than it was to give her the satisfaction of knowing that Karen would follow her anywhere.
She rounded the desk and took the Jolly Rancher from Pam’s outstretched hand.
“So what’s so interesting over here?”
“Oh, nothing, just doing some work.” Pam nonchalantly went back to her solitaire game. Karen smiled inwardly. She’d been had.
“Oh yeah?” She rested with her right arm on the back of Pam’s chair and clicked the Jolly Rancher around in her mouth.
“Mmm hmm.” Pam glanced up at Karen, who, with the candy between her teeth and her cheek looked like a chipmunk with a Lego in his mouth. Pam smiled at the thought. She could smell the sticky sweet cherry as Karen rolled it around in her mouth.
She’s good at that, Pam mused. Her eyes followed the movement of Karen’s mouth as the tiny brick clicked its way around.
Karen heard Pam swallow audibly. She smiled innocently at her, but she knew just how to turn the tables her way. Karen held the candy between her teeth and licked the inward facing side. Pam watched her tongue flick over the slick surface and her stomach flipped over, releasing a warm slow burn that ran through her veins and settled low in her belly. She knew how skilled that tongue was and the smooth movements sent her back to the many times she’d experienced it first hand.
“What?” Karen rolled the candy back to the side of her mouth and Pam could see her mouth turning a deep magenta hue as the heat from Karen’s mouth melted it slowly.
Pam opened her mouth to speak but her throat wasn’t cooperating too well. “I-uh…”
“Something wrong?”
“No. No. I’m-all good. It’s all good. Just-doing my work.” Pam turned her head back to the screen, but her eyes lagged a few movements behind. She could see Karen smirking, but Pam wasn’t going to give up that easily.
“Yeah, no, I’ve been kinda busy today. Lots of phone calls.”
“That’s funny ‘cause, I don’t remember the phone ringing once all day,” Karen raised her eyebrows at the back of Pam’s head.
“Well, you probably weren’t listening for it,” Pam made a few clicks and the cards began to flit abruptly into place. Pam opened a new game before the fireworks could even go off.
Karen leaned her weight from one foot to the other as she watched Pam move around the seven of spades.
“Stop that, you’re wiggling my chair,” Pam reached out her left hand without looking and placed it on the back of Karen’s knee. Karen stopped bouncing, but Pam didn’t move her hand. Her thumb slowly stroked the back of Karen’s right knee through her pin-stripped dress pants.
Pam heard the cherry candy snap in Karen’s mouth as she bit down hard with the shock of the movements. Pam stifled a giggle and slipped her hand a little higher. Her pinky grazed over the particularly sensitive spot on the crease of Karen’s knee and she thought she heard her hiss in a breath.
Karen’s head shot up and she looked around the office nervously. No one was even looking at Reception.
Pam’s hand was kneading at the soft flesh above her knee. Her strong fingers pushed and flexed against the sensitive skin and Karen felt the warm throbbing pressure between her legs start intensifying as each push of Pam’s hand brought her fingers closer the inseam.
When Pam felt her index finger graze the ridge of seam, she ceased her movements and started to drag her hand slowly higher, following the line of the crease up and up.
Karen sucked in a breath and held it. Despite Pam’s calm demeanor, she could hear her breath coming in puffs and could feel her fingers vibrating gently in nervousness and excitement. This was the first time either of them had been so bold in any type of public space, much less the middle of the work day. Karen let out her breath a bit too loudly and Jim glanced over his shoulder at them.
She caught his eye and Karen felt a rush of adrenaline go through her. He had to know. He must know. Her eyes must be giving it away. Oddly, Karen thought, that idea only turned her on more. Jim gave a lazy half-smile and turned back to his own endless lists of spreadsheets.
Pam squeezed her hand a bit harder in warning. Karen wasn’t going to give away their little game if she could help it. Especially not since she was winning. Pam never won seduction games with Karen. Pam could wear all the fancy lingerie she wanted and tease Karen with all kinds of dirty talk, but all Karen ever had to do was kiss the back of her neck and she would be begging for her to touch her. This time, Karen had to play fair.
Pam loosened her grip and continued on her preset path. She could feel the pilling in the worn fabric and knew she was in the right domain. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Karen’s left hand fall to the edge of the desk. Pam noticed her knuckles were turning quickly white.
She inched a bit higher and her hand began to feel the secret heat Karen was radiating. Only a few inches more and they were playing with fire.
Pam glanced up at Karen’s face. Her eyes were clenched shut and her mouth was open slightly, her breath puffed out in warm cherry-scented bursts that stirred the hairs around Pam’s face. She watched as Karen’s eyes opened to tiny slits, her pupils black and dilated, sparkling green and gold even under the hideous fluorescents. They hitched breaths at erratic intervals, staring at each other, forgetting everything else in the room.
Pam’s hand moved higher and higher until she couldn’t tell if it was her sweaty palms that were dampening the thin professional fabric, or Karen.
“Bathroom,” Karen growled so deeply that the hairs on the back of Pam’s neck rose. Before she could even answer, Karen was walking quickly away leaving behind an illicit combination of perfume, cherries and arousal. Was there any answer but the obvious?
Pam had planned to wait at least two minutes before she followed, but that wasn’t happening and thirty seconds later, she was slipping into the break room unnoticed by everyone.
The bathroom was empty when she walked in. She opened the three stall doors cautiously, her hands still shaking from earlier. The bathroom door swung open violently just as Pam opened the door to the farthest stall. Karen shut it tight and the bolt of the lock clicked securely into place.
“Kelly was in here,” Karen explained. Pam stood frozen as Karen approached her with nothing but fire in her eyes. It was a fine enough compliment to the flames lapping in Pam’s belly.
Before she could blink, the cold tile of the bathroom wall was seeping though the thin material of her button-down and Karen’s hands were pressed to the wall on either side of her head. Her breath left her in a whoosh at the shock of the collision and temperature change.
“That was some trick you pulled,” Karen’s voice rumbled through her body like fuel to the fire.
“I told you I’d make it worth your while,” Pam was surprised to hear her own voice as deep as it was. “Was it?”
“Will be,” Karen’s hands fell to Pam’s shoulders and then down down down and up, till she was cupping Pam’s breasts perfectly in her hands. Pam’s hips writhed soundlessly against the wall, begging for Karen to continue, to stop, to put her out of her delicious misery.
Their lips met in a fury and Pam wondered if she might have drawn blood, but Karen still tasted like cherries, not iron, and their tongues slid against each other until Pam’s teeth found Karen’s bottom lip.
Pam’s hands flew to the top buttons on Karen’s ill-fitting dress shirt and easily popped them open. She’d always liked that about her shirts. They were what she liked to call ‘professionally obscene.’ If you weren’t looking, they were perfect, but if you stared, it was quite the peep show.
Pam trailed kisses across Karen’s lips and buried her hands deep into Karen’s sleek hair. She smelled like spices Pam couldn’t name, but loved all the same and the strands slipped through her fingers like water at the faucet.
Karen’s hands abandoned Pam’s chest and dipped lower to the hem of her skirt. She reached under and dragged her fingers along the tops of Pam’s thighs till she found the waistband of her panties. With one fierce tug, they were pooled around Pam’s ankles and she stepped delicately out of them.
“God, I want you,” Pam’s head lolled to Karen’s shoulder while Karen’s fingertips danced along her outer hips.
“Yeah?” Karen whispered sweetly in Pam’s ear. “How much?”
Pam’s hips bucked gently into Karen, her voice still awakening a deeper longing. “See for yourself,” Pam pushed the shoulder of Karen’s blouse down, revealing a thin cream bra strap and a barrage of tiny caramel freckles. She kissed her shoulder gently, before biting down a bit harder. Karen let out a sound like a purr and Pam’s hips bucked again.
Karen took the hint and reached down, cupping Pam in her hand. Her arousal was obvious. Karen moaned into Pam’s hair. “You’re so fucking wet.” Karen wasn’t sure, but she thought she felt Pam nod.
Her fingers stroked up firmly but met with no resistance. Two fingers slipped easily into Pam, which surprised both of them. Karen’s gasp was drowned out with Pam’s loud whimper.
“Shh,” Karen’s fingers probed the slick skin gently, rubbing in and out while Pam pushed herself further into Karen’s shoulder. Her hands squeezed desperately at Karen’s upper arms. She could feel Pam’s sweat beading around her forehead. Karen pressed her thumb firmly against Pam’s clit. She could tell Pam was close.
“Please, please,” Pam chanted in harsh whispers into Karen’s breasts. Karen pushed her fingers deeper, searching for something rougher than the rest of the velvet walls. She crooked her fingers upward and knew she found it when she heard Pam grunt breathily against her skin. “Please,” Pam begged roughly, her hips bucking in time to Karen’s strokes.
“Come on, Pam,” Karen mumbled into the soft curls now clinging to her exposed chest with sweat from the both of them, “come for me.” Pam’s breath hitched abruptly and Karen felt her walls clench forcefully around her fingers. Pam’s clenched teeth pressed brutally into Karen’s shoulder into her spasms slowly subsided.
“Still alive?” Karen chuckled as she removed her fingers gently.
Pam didn’t answer. She gave Karen a sly glance and started to walk forward into her. Karen backed up slowly until she felt the edge of the sink digging into her back, but Pam didn’t stop advancing. Before she knew it, Karen was bent over backwards with Pam breathing harsh and ragged into her ear.
Still without a word, Pam dropped her hands to the fly of Karen’s pinstripes and undid the button and the zipper. She hooked her fingers though the waistband of both her underwear and pants and Pam lowered with them.
Karen’s uneven breathing was back when she realized where this was going. Before she could think to support herself, Pam’s tongue was parting her roughly. Karen clenched her jaw hard to keep from shouting out and her hands quickly fell to the edge of the counter to hold herself up. Her fingers still slick with Pam’s wetness slid messily along the edging.
The feel of Pam’s soft curls brushing erotically against Karen’s thighs did nothing to prolong the situation and before she knew what hit her she was sputtering softly as the waves of pleasure rushed over her, with Pam all the while licking gently at the tender skin.
“Still alive?” Pam asked smugly as she watched Karen try to remain standing, succeeding only in leaning majority of her weight against the countertop.
“I think so,” Karen opened her eyes to Pam’s and grinned. She leaned forward and kissed her gently, tasting herself mingled along with Pam’s saliva.
“I think I win that time,” Pam crossed her arms defiantly.
“That time, but next time!” Pam couldn’t resist awakening Karen’s competitive spirit.
“Next time!” Pam looked fake-shocked. “I don’t know who you think you are Ms. Filipelli but I am a lady.”
“You’re my lady,” Karen added. She paused for a moment and eyed Pam questioningly, “So… how do you think we should time this one?”
Pam only giggled.
Author: sherlockelly
Pairing/Character: Pam/Karen
Word Count: 2,673
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Pam and Karen play a little game. Who'll cave first?
Warnings: Very graphic femslash with little to no plot. Don't blame me! Blame my dirty, nasty brain!
Disclaimer: The Office and it's characters do not belong to me.
katrina87 made me write this in exchange for Start The Chase, I'll Let You Win. I hope this is considered a fair trade. :-)
Oh, and if you review, I'll give you cherry candies!
The almost silent ping of the Instant Message attracted Karen’s attention away from order forms and spread sheets.
Pbeesly: Come see this.
Kfilipelli: see what?
Pbeesly: This thing on my computer.
Karen smiled to herself. Nice try.
She and Pam had joked about how far away they sat from each other one evening after work. Pam’d thrown herself down on Karen’s couch in a huff.
“When I want to talk to you I have to get up and walk all the way over there!” Pam pouted, crossing her arms across her chest.
“So I should be the one that has to get out of my comfortable chair?” Karen plopped down next to her and pulled on one of Pam’s curls. She watched as it bounced right back into place without the aid of any kind of product. To get her own hair to hold a style she had to basically Elmer’s Glue it into place. And then add hairspray. And then pray that it didn’t just turn into a flat, goopy mess.
“You hate that chair!”
“I never said that.”
“Yes, you did! You said it was the most miserable chair you’ve ever sat in!”
“I said compared to my Cadillac in Stamford it was a miserable chair.”
“Oh yeah, your squeaky old Cadillac!” Pam faked indignation for as long as she could, but it was hard to stay mad when Karen scratched her scalp like that. Those slow, swirling motions with only the tips of the nail, and occasionally the pads of her fingers, massaging in concentric circles, those were what gave Pam goosebumps. She shivered lightly when Karen reached the back of her neck.
Not five minutes later, they’d ended the conversation by both agreeing to take turns getting up and visiting the other, deciding that there were other, more important things that they could be doing that moment than discussing the quality of office chairs.
Unfortunately, the compromise in the moment had slowly deteriorated into little more than trickery. And sometimes, downright bribery.
Kfilipelli: is it interesting?
Pbeesly: More interesting than whatever you’re doing.
Kfilipelli: porn during the work day, pam? really?
Karen heard Pam giggle a little. She looked up, and their eyes met. Pam winked at her and looked back at the monitor before she could notice Karen’s blush.
Pbeesly: You wish.
Kfilipelli: no, i don’t wish for you to be looking at porn.
Pbeesly: You rather I look at you?
Kfilipelli: yes. i rather you only ever look at and touch me. ever.
Pbeesly: :-*
The kissy face! Karen felt her resolve weakening. Who could resist Pam’s kissy faces? Nobody! That’s who.
Pbeesly: You coming over here or not?
Kfilipelli: i don’t want to get up!
Pbeesly: You big baby.
Pbeesly: I promise I’ll make it worth your while.
Kfilipelli: …do you have cherry jolly ranchers?
Pbeesly: I might have been saving a few in my top drawer…
Kfilipelli: i’m really comfortable right now. that the best you got?
Pbeesly: Well, I have what’s on my computer screen.
Kfilipelli: fine.
Kfilipelli: but you better have an open jolly rancher ready!
Karen slipped her shoes back on and shoved herself back from the desk. She could hear Pam opening her desk drawer. It wasn’t really a long walk, only six or so steps, but it was easier to give Pam a hard time than it was to give her the satisfaction of knowing that Karen would follow her anywhere.
She rounded the desk and took the Jolly Rancher from Pam’s outstretched hand.
“So what’s so interesting over here?”
“Oh, nothing, just doing some work.” Pam nonchalantly went back to her solitaire game. Karen smiled inwardly. She’d been had.
“Oh yeah?” She rested with her right arm on the back of Pam’s chair and clicked the Jolly Rancher around in her mouth.
“Mmm hmm.” Pam glanced up at Karen, who, with the candy between her teeth and her cheek looked like a chipmunk with a Lego in his mouth. Pam smiled at the thought. She could smell the sticky sweet cherry as Karen rolled it around in her mouth.
She’s good at that, Pam mused. Her eyes followed the movement of Karen’s mouth as the tiny brick clicked its way around.
Karen heard Pam swallow audibly. She smiled innocently at her, but she knew just how to turn the tables her way. Karen held the candy between her teeth and licked the inward facing side. Pam watched her tongue flick over the slick surface and her stomach flipped over, releasing a warm slow burn that ran through her veins and settled low in her belly. She knew how skilled that tongue was and the smooth movements sent her back to the many times she’d experienced it first hand.
“What?” Karen rolled the candy back to the side of her mouth and Pam could see her mouth turning a deep magenta hue as the heat from Karen’s mouth melted it slowly.
Pam opened her mouth to speak but her throat wasn’t cooperating too well. “I-uh…”
“Something wrong?”
“No. No. I’m-all good. It’s all good. Just-doing my work.” Pam turned her head back to the screen, but her eyes lagged a few movements behind. She could see Karen smirking, but Pam wasn’t going to give up that easily.
“Yeah, no, I’ve been kinda busy today. Lots of phone calls.”
“That’s funny ‘cause, I don’t remember the phone ringing once all day,” Karen raised her eyebrows at the back of Pam’s head.
“Well, you probably weren’t listening for it,” Pam made a few clicks and the cards began to flit abruptly into place. Pam opened a new game before the fireworks could even go off.
Karen leaned her weight from one foot to the other as she watched Pam move around the seven of spades.
“Stop that, you’re wiggling my chair,” Pam reached out her left hand without looking and placed it on the back of Karen’s knee. Karen stopped bouncing, but Pam didn’t move her hand. Her thumb slowly stroked the back of Karen’s right knee through her pin-stripped dress pants.
Pam heard the cherry candy snap in Karen’s mouth as she bit down hard with the shock of the movements. Pam stifled a giggle and slipped her hand a little higher. Her pinky grazed over the particularly sensitive spot on the crease of Karen’s knee and she thought she heard her hiss in a breath.
Karen’s head shot up and she looked around the office nervously. No one was even looking at Reception.
Pam’s hand was kneading at the soft flesh above her knee. Her strong fingers pushed and flexed against the sensitive skin and Karen felt the warm throbbing pressure between her legs start intensifying as each push of Pam’s hand brought her fingers closer the inseam.
When Pam felt her index finger graze the ridge of seam, she ceased her movements and started to drag her hand slowly higher, following the line of the crease up and up.
Karen sucked in a breath and held it. Despite Pam’s calm demeanor, she could hear her breath coming in puffs and could feel her fingers vibrating gently in nervousness and excitement. This was the first time either of them had been so bold in any type of public space, much less the middle of the work day. Karen let out her breath a bit too loudly and Jim glanced over his shoulder at them.
She caught his eye and Karen felt a rush of adrenaline go through her. He had to know. He must know. Her eyes must be giving it away. Oddly, Karen thought, that idea only turned her on more. Jim gave a lazy half-smile and turned back to his own endless lists of spreadsheets.
Pam squeezed her hand a bit harder in warning. Karen wasn’t going to give away their little game if she could help it. Especially not since she was winning. Pam never won seduction games with Karen. Pam could wear all the fancy lingerie she wanted and tease Karen with all kinds of dirty talk, but all Karen ever had to do was kiss the back of her neck and she would be begging for her to touch her. This time, Karen had to play fair.
Pam loosened her grip and continued on her preset path. She could feel the pilling in the worn fabric and knew she was in the right domain. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Karen’s left hand fall to the edge of the desk. Pam noticed her knuckles were turning quickly white.
She inched a bit higher and her hand began to feel the secret heat Karen was radiating. Only a few inches more and they were playing with fire.
Pam glanced up at Karen’s face. Her eyes were clenched shut and her mouth was open slightly, her breath puffed out in warm cherry-scented bursts that stirred the hairs around Pam’s face. She watched as Karen’s eyes opened to tiny slits, her pupils black and dilated, sparkling green and gold even under the hideous fluorescents. They hitched breaths at erratic intervals, staring at each other, forgetting everything else in the room.
Pam’s hand moved higher and higher until she couldn’t tell if it was her sweaty palms that were dampening the thin professional fabric, or Karen.
“Bathroom,” Karen growled so deeply that the hairs on the back of Pam’s neck rose. Before she could even answer, Karen was walking quickly away leaving behind an illicit combination of perfume, cherries and arousal. Was there any answer but the obvious?
Pam had planned to wait at least two minutes before she followed, but that wasn’t happening and thirty seconds later, she was slipping into the break room unnoticed by everyone.
The bathroom was empty when she walked in. She opened the three stall doors cautiously, her hands still shaking from earlier. The bathroom door swung open violently just as Pam opened the door to the farthest stall. Karen shut it tight and the bolt of the lock clicked securely into place.
“Kelly was in here,” Karen explained. Pam stood frozen as Karen approached her with nothing but fire in her eyes. It was a fine enough compliment to the flames lapping in Pam’s belly.
Before she could blink, the cold tile of the bathroom wall was seeping though the thin material of her button-down and Karen’s hands were pressed to the wall on either side of her head. Her breath left her in a whoosh at the shock of the collision and temperature change.
“That was some trick you pulled,” Karen’s voice rumbled through her body like fuel to the fire.
“I told you I’d make it worth your while,” Pam was surprised to hear her own voice as deep as it was. “Was it?”
“Will be,” Karen’s hands fell to Pam’s shoulders and then down down down and up, till she was cupping Pam’s breasts perfectly in her hands. Pam’s hips writhed soundlessly against the wall, begging for Karen to continue, to stop, to put her out of her delicious misery.
Their lips met in a fury and Pam wondered if she might have drawn blood, but Karen still tasted like cherries, not iron, and their tongues slid against each other until Pam’s teeth found Karen’s bottom lip.
Pam’s hands flew to the top buttons on Karen’s ill-fitting dress shirt and easily popped them open. She’d always liked that about her shirts. They were what she liked to call ‘professionally obscene.’ If you weren’t looking, they were perfect, but if you stared, it was quite the peep show.
Pam trailed kisses across Karen’s lips and buried her hands deep into Karen’s sleek hair. She smelled like spices Pam couldn’t name, but loved all the same and the strands slipped through her fingers like water at the faucet.
Karen’s hands abandoned Pam’s chest and dipped lower to the hem of her skirt. She reached under and dragged her fingers along the tops of Pam’s thighs till she found the waistband of her panties. With one fierce tug, they were pooled around Pam’s ankles and she stepped delicately out of them.
“God, I want you,” Pam’s head lolled to Karen’s shoulder while Karen’s fingertips danced along her outer hips.
“Yeah?” Karen whispered sweetly in Pam’s ear. “How much?”
Pam’s hips bucked gently into Karen, her voice still awakening a deeper longing. “See for yourself,” Pam pushed the shoulder of Karen’s blouse down, revealing a thin cream bra strap and a barrage of tiny caramel freckles. She kissed her shoulder gently, before biting down a bit harder. Karen let out a sound like a purr and Pam’s hips bucked again.
Karen took the hint and reached down, cupping Pam in her hand. Her arousal was obvious. Karen moaned into Pam’s hair. “You’re so fucking wet.” Karen wasn’t sure, but she thought she felt Pam nod.
Her fingers stroked up firmly but met with no resistance. Two fingers slipped easily into Pam, which surprised both of them. Karen’s gasp was drowned out with Pam’s loud whimper.
“Shh,” Karen’s fingers probed the slick skin gently, rubbing in and out while Pam pushed herself further into Karen’s shoulder. Her hands squeezed desperately at Karen’s upper arms. She could feel Pam’s sweat beading around her forehead. Karen pressed her thumb firmly against Pam’s clit. She could tell Pam was close.
“Please, please,” Pam chanted in harsh whispers into Karen’s breasts. Karen pushed her fingers deeper, searching for something rougher than the rest of the velvet walls. She crooked her fingers upward and knew she found it when she heard Pam grunt breathily against her skin. “Please,” Pam begged roughly, her hips bucking in time to Karen’s strokes.
“Come on, Pam,” Karen mumbled into the soft curls now clinging to her exposed chest with sweat from the both of them, “come for me.” Pam’s breath hitched abruptly and Karen felt her walls clench forcefully around her fingers. Pam’s clenched teeth pressed brutally into Karen’s shoulder into her spasms slowly subsided.
“Still alive?” Karen chuckled as she removed her fingers gently.
Pam didn’t answer. She gave Karen a sly glance and started to walk forward into her. Karen backed up slowly until she felt the edge of the sink digging into her back, but Pam didn’t stop advancing. Before she knew it, Karen was bent over backwards with Pam breathing harsh and ragged into her ear.
Still without a word, Pam dropped her hands to the fly of Karen’s pinstripes and undid the button and the zipper. She hooked her fingers though the waistband of both her underwear and pants and Pam lowered with them.
Karen’s uneven breathing was back when she realized where this was going. Before she could think to support herself, Pam’s tongue was parting her roughly. Karen clenched her jaw hard to keep from shouting out and her hands quickly fell to the edge of the counter to hold herself up. Her fingers still slick with Pam’s wetness slid messily along the edging.
The feel of Pam’s soft curls brushing erotically against Karen’s thighs did nothing to prolong the situation and before she knew what hit her she was sputtering softly as the waves of pleasure rushed over her, with Pam all the while licking gently at the tender skin.
“Still alive?” Pam asked smugly as she watched Karen try to remain standing, succeeding only in leaning majority of her weight against the countertop.
“I think so,” Karen opened her eyes to Pam’s and grinned. She leaned forward and kissed her gently, tasting herself mingled along with Pam’s saliva.
“I think I win that time,” Pam crossed her arms defiantly.
“That time, but next time!” Pam couldn’t resist awakening Karen’s competitive spirit.
“Next time!” Pam looked fake-shocked. “I don’t know who you think you are Ms. Filipelli but I am a lady.”
“You’re my lady,” Karen added. She paused for a moment and eyed Pam questioningly, “So… how do you think we should time this one?”
Pam only giggled.