It started with a kiss Part 1 The last time we saw each other we knew it could be a while before we were all back in the building together. The pandemic had forced the entire country into lockdown but at that stage none of us were wearing masks or particularly worried about social distancing. Had we parted with covered faces, tapping elbows, what I’m about to share would surely not have happened. Kirsty and I joined the company at the same time. She was a talented lawyer and like myself had been headhunted from a smaller firm. Our desks were positioned adjacently but our roles ensured we were rarely sat at them at the same time. There was no doubting her beauty and I was never afraid to comment upon it. Kirsty was less forthcoming with such complements but when she gave them, she did with sincerity. They were always worth the wait. Her dark shoulder length hair was always shiny and contrasted perfectly with her pale but unblemished complexion. Kirsty wore a deep red lipstick and dark mascara. She had the darkest eyes I’ve ever seen. We had a mutual professional respect and although not what you’d call great friends, we’d enjoyed each other’s company at several social events relaxing more as the night drew on. On one occasion, fuelled by free flowing red wine, we’d sat together and shared stories about previous lovers. I remember watching the movement of her bright red lips as words such as ‘cock’, ‘fuck’ and ‘cum’ rolled off her tongue. I’d not heard her use those words before. I wasn’t listening to the detail and had no idea whose cock fucked who and who came when. What I did know however is that she had me mesmerised. I was drunk and the next morning I’d use that as an excuse to dismiss how I felt the night before. I’d read erotica from time to time and on occasions I’d searched for lesbian material on my favourite porn site. But my go to category was usually men masturbating. I loved watching them stroke their thick, hard cocks. I’d watch whilst stroking my swollen clit and try to time my orgasm with theirs, often laying motionless and drained but totally satiated afterwards. Despite my occasional dalliances with lesbian porn, I’d rarely thought about the reality of it. Yet here I was for the first time ever, consumed with another woman. Red wine always makes me horny and although it’s true that the more I drink, the hornier I get, it’s also the case that the more I drink, the sleepier I become. I ached somewhere deep inside and felt a rush of hot blood. My nipples hardened and when we made our way out of the bar, I couldn’t get back to my room quick enough. I fell onto the bed fully clothed and undressed clumsily. All I could think about was her and I wondered if she lay on her own bed feeling as I did. My excitement grew and I was convinced momentarily that I had the nerve to pick up my phone and message her. I tried to find my phone but it was just out of reach. I had no strength or coordination to move and I submitted to the fact that I’d not make contact. With my phone out of reach and unable to communicate with Kirsty, it became apparent I’d not be able to assist myself using porn either. I reached inside my knickers in a rather hurried fashion. I paid little or no interest to my breasts although I knew my nipples were as big and hard as cigar buts. My attempt at masturbation was frantic, hurried and unsuccessful. The volume of wine consumed had been the reason for my new interest in another woman yet it was also responsible for me waking semi naked a few hours later, hungover and dissatisfied. I showered before heading to the restaurant for breakfast. I’d often lather myself and use the shower head to wash away the suds before directing it more intimately where I’d want to feel that warm jet most. If the hot, powerful spray caught me at the right angle, I’d be instantly aroused and wouldn’t leave the cubicle until I’d climaxed. Hotel showers were the best. Usually more luxurious than in my own apartment. I’d usually have spent the evening before in company invariably flirting slightly with a man that had caught my eye. Although the flirting would always end in reality, I’d wake horny and in my mind, I’d rarely enter the shower alone. Those were some of the quickest but less memorable orgasms. They’d build rapidly and I’d feel my legs weaken before coming. This morning however, Kirsty seemed to have left my thoughts with the same haste that she’d entered them. I exited the bathroom cleaner than I’d entered but without paying any attention to body. At breakfast that morning, Kirsty and I smiled at each other. We both moaned at how all positive effects of alcohol had been replaced by a heavy feeling fatigue and a desire to return to bed to reclaim the sleep we’d denied ourselves. Kirsty told me and the others at our table that not even a hot shower had revitalised her this morning. For a brief moment I wondered if her shower had unlike mine, ended with trembling knees and a powerful orgasm. After that we went about the days business and she rarely entered my head over the following couple of years, until that day in March when we hugged and kissed before heading into lockdown.