it had been 2 nights with Amy in the last 10 days. Shioma started to get the feeling that Amy began to have feelings for her, and she was a little uncomfortable with that.

Shioma liked Amy but had not been very good with relationships; she simply liked sex too much to keep to one person. She wanted both men and women equally, so being together with one person had never been an option.

Tonight, she was in the bar for a glass of wine and felt relief that Amy had gone to her parents to celebrate her father’s birthday.

“Hi Shioma, are you sitting here alone? Where is Amy?” she heard the eleven-year-old younger intern, Tom, asking.

Even if nobody had asked, the whole office was sure something had happened between them, as they were often seen together giggling and whispering.

Shioma turned to face Tom, plastering on a casual smile. “Oh, Amy’s out of town for her dad’s birthday. Just enjoying a quiet drink on my own tonight.”

Tom slid onto the barstool beside her, his eyes gleaming with curiosity. “Mind if I join you? It’s not often we see you without Amy these days.”

Shioma felt a twinge of irritation at his presumption but kept her tone light. “We’re not joined at the hip, you know. Amy and I are just friends.”

“Right, just friends,” Tom said with a knowing smirk. “That’s why you two are always whispering and giggling like schoolgirls.”

Shioma took a long sip of her wine, buying time to compose her thoughts. She didn’t owe Tom or anyone else an explanation, but the office gossip was getting out of hand.

“Look, Tom,” she said, setting her glass down firmly. “What Amy and I do or don’t do is nobody’s business but our own. I’d appreciate it if you and the rest of the office could respect that.”

Tom held up his hands in mock surrender. “Hey, no offence meant. We’re just happy to see you both so… friendly.”

Shioma felt her irritation rising. She was about to deliver a sharp retort when she caught sight of a small bulge between his legs. Shioma began to wonder how big his penis was or if he had a hard-on.

It had been a while since she had had a penis inside her unless you counted the plastic ones, which she had felt as recently as two days ago when she had been with Amy.

Shioma shook her head slightly, trying to clear away those distracting thoughts. She shouldn’t be thinking about Tom that way, especially given the complicated situation with Amy. But as she glanced at him again, she couldn’t help noticing his broad shoulders and how his shirt stretched across his chest.

“You know what, Tom? I could use some company after all,” Shioma said, gesturing to the bartender for another round. “Tell me what’s new with you lately.”

As Tom launched into a story about his latest project, Shioma found herself leaning in closer, drawn to his easy charm and the heat radiating from his body. Their knees brushed under the bar, and electricity shot through her.

“…and that’s when I realized I’d sent the wrong files to the client,” Tom finished with a self-deprecating laugh.

Shioma joined in his laughter and realised that she had not been listening.

Shioma started to get excited and innocently touched the inside of Tom’s thigh when she asked, “How much time do you have left on your internship with the company?” “Two days”, Tom said, smiling.

Two days! Perfect, Shioma thought, leaning over and whispering in Tom’s ear, “I’m going to miss you,” as her hands brushed against Tom’s thighs very close to his penis.

Tom’s breath hitched as Shioma’s hand lingered dangerously close to his crotch. He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing visibly. “I, uh, I’m going to miss working here too,” he stammered, his cheeks flushing.

Shioma felt a thrill of excitement course through her. She knew she was playing with fire, but the temptation was too strong to resist. “Maybe we should give you a proper send-off,” she purred, her lips brushing against his ear. “My place isn’t far from here.”

Tom’s eyes widened, a mix of surprise and desire evident. “Are you sure? What about…” he trailed off, clearly thinking of Amy.

Shioma pulled back slightly, maintaining eye contact with Tom. “What happens between consenting adults is nobody else’s business,” she said firmly, echoing her earlier words. “The question is, are you interested?”

Tom hesitated momentarily, his gaze darting between Shioma’s eyes and her lips. Then, as if making up his mind, he downed the rest of his drink in one gulp. “Lead the way,” he said, his voice husky with anticipation.

They left the bar quickly, the cool night air doing little to dampen the heat building between them. Shioma’s apartment was only a few blocks away, and they walked in charged silence, their hands brushing against each other with each step.

When the apartment door closed behind them, Shioma pressed Tom against the wall, her lips crashing into his with urgent desire. Tom responded eagerly, his hands roaming over her body as their tongues danced together.

Shioma broke the kiss, breathing heavily. “Bedroom. Now,” she commanded, already tugging at Tom’s shirt buttons.

They stumbled towards the bedroom, leaving a trail of discarded clothing in their wake. By the time they reached the bed, both were down to their underwear. Shioma pushed Tom onto the mattress, drinking in the sight of his toned body.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” Tom breathed, his eyes raking over Shioma’s curves.

She smirked, unhooking her bra and letting it fall to the floor. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”

Shioma climbed onto the bed, straddling his face and Commanded him, “Lick me, Tom”.

Tom eagerly obliged, his tongue exploring Shioma’s folds as she hovered above him. She gasped at the sensation, grinding against his mouth. His hands gripped her thighs, pulling her closer as he worked her with his tongue.

Shioma threw her head back in pleasure, her fingers tangling in Tom’s hair. “That’s it,” she purred. “Just like that.”

Shioma’s thoughts briefly flickered to Amy as the tension built within her. But she pushed the guilt aside, focusing instead on the exquisite sensations Tom was creating. This was what she craved – the thrill of a new lover, the intensity of unbridled passion.

She felt herself nearing the edge. “Don’t stop,” she commanded breathlessly. Tom redoubled his efforts, his tongue flicking rapidly against her most sensitive spots. With a cry of ecstasy, Shioma shuddered and climaxed, waves of pleasure washing over her as Tom continued his ministrations.

As she came down from her high, Shioma rolled off Tom, lying beside him on the bed. She reached down, feeling his hardness straining against his boxers. “My turn,” she purred, sliding down his body.

She pulled his boxers off in one swift motion, revealing his impressive erection. Shioma wrapped her hand around his shaft, stroking slowly as she looked up at Tom through her lashes. His breath hitched as she lowered her mouth, taking him in.

Tom groaned in pleasure as Shioma worked him with her tongue and lips, using all her considerable skills. She alternated between long, slow licks and quick, teasing flicks, keeping him on edge.

“Oh god, Shioma,” Tom moaned, his hips moved involuntarily

Shioma smiled around his shaft, enjoying the power she held over him. She increased her pace, taking him deeper into her throat. Tom’s hands gripped the sheets tightly, his breathing becoming ragged.

“Don’t stop,” he gasped suddenly. “I’m close”

Shioma pulled back, releasing him with a soft pop. “Not yet,” she said with a wicked grin. She climbed on top of him, positioning herself over his throbbing erection. “I want to feel you inside me first.”

In one fluid motion, she sank onto him, engulfing his length. They both groaned in unison at the sensation. Shioma began to move, setting a slow, teasing rhythm as she adjusted to his size.

Tom’s hands roamed over her body, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples. Shioma leaned into his touch, increasing her pace. The room filled with the sound of their heavy breathing and the slap of skin on skin.

She leaned down, capturing his lips in a searing kiss as she rode him harder.

The tension built between them, their bodies moving in perfect synchronicity. Shioma could feel herself approaching another climax, the coil of pleasure tightening in her core.

Shioma reached down, rubbing her clit as she rode Tom harder. Her movements became more frantic as she chased her release. Tom gripped her hips, thrusting up to meet her.

“Oh god, yes!” Shioma cried out as her second orgasm that night crashed over her. Her inner walls clenched around Tom’s shaft, pushing him over the edge as well.

With a guttural groan, Tom came, spilling himself inside her. Shioma collapsed onto his chest, both of them panting heavily as they came down from their shared high.

They lay there in silence for a few moments, heartbeats gradually slowing. Shioma rolled off Tom, settling beside him on the bed. A mix of emotions swirled within her – satisfaction, exhilaration, and a twinge of guilt she tried to ignore.

Tom turned to face her, a slightly dazed expression on his face. “That was… wow,” he breathed, still catching his breath.

Shioma gave him a satisfied smirk. “You weren’t so bad yourself,” she purred, with her hand on his chest.

As the afterglow began to fade, reality started to creep back in. Shioma sat up, running a hand through her tousled hair. “You should probably get going,” she said, her tone becoming more businesslike. “It’s getting late.”

Tom looked surprised for a moment, then nodded in understanding. “Right, of course,” he said, sitting up and swinging his legs over the side of the bed.

As Tom gathered his clothes and dressed, Shioma wrapped herself in a silk robe, watching him with a mix of appreciation and growing discomfort.

Tom finished buttoning his shirt and turned to face Shioma, uncertainty in his eyes. “So, um… what happens now?” he asked hesitantly.

Shioma leaned against the doorframe, her expression neutral. “Now? You go home and get some rest. After all, you still have two days left at the office.”

Tom nodded slowly, disappointment flickering across his face. “Right. And… us?”

Shioma sighed, softening slightly. “Tom, this was fun, but it was just one night. Let’s not complicate things, okay?”

He managed a small smile. “Yeah, okay. I get it.” He hesitated, then added, “What about Amy?”

Shioma looked at him for a second, and then she said, in a casual tone. “What about her? Amy and I are friends. That’s it, and as I said earlier, “What Amy and I do or don’t do is nobody’s business.”

When Tom had left, and Shioma was back in bed, she felt a massive sense of satisfaction and thought… Two days… Maybe she should call in sick, as they say here.

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