M was so excited to hear the news she'd been hoping for. All the hard work she'd put in for the past nine months had been worth it. Now she could do things her way. The new job had been a struggle at first, battling against all the ingrained prejudices and practices that had held the magazine back. Old-timers that had found their comfort zones, management that had an appeasement policy that would have made UN negotiators proud! How would they accept her promotion? Would they accept this woman coming in and taking charge? Her promotion from Assistant Editor all the way to Editor-in-Chief of three publications. She must have caught someone's eye. Now was the change to show them what she was really capable of. The email from the Personnel Department intrigued her. Own office - good. Company car - useful. Personal assistant - what? She'd been used to working on her own for so long, now she'd have to share her thoughts and ideas. She wondered who it might be - she knew that these decisions were outside her control. There were such a load of dozy trollops that she could get landed with. It was usual for a young editorial newcomer to be moved over to an assistants role - gaining experience it was labeled. Bloody nuisance was the general concensus. Moving day. Her new office was one of the better ones in the building. At least she had a window, nice big desk and space all to herself instead of sharing. Smaller desk in the corner. Before she had time to collect her thoughts, a tap on the door was followed by a head being poked through the gap. "Hi, I'm Carol. You've drawn the short straw and got me as your new assistant - sorry!" At least she's got a sense of humour, M thought. In came a rather boyish figure. Short dark hair, interesting rather than pretty face. Slim but not too thin. Cheeky grin. Promising. "I'll make us both a coffee after we move all our junk in," Carol continued. " Oops - all MY junk in. You seem well organised compared to me." Not so promising. A few days settling in showed that Carol did show some promise. Took instructions well, remembered things, had a nice way of filtering the phone calls. Chatted at the right times, quiet when things needed quiet. Could have been a lot worse, knowing how some people had been lumbered with assistants with the IQ of a sardine. There was also an interesting variation of dress sense being exhibited, ranging from girlie through to quite a masculine touch. It also revealed that Carol had a very cute figure under the various outfits. It made each day interesting, guessing how she would bounce into the office in her usual cheery way. Monday morning. All quiet. No Carol. An hour into the morning the door bursts open. In she comes - sits down - not a word. "You OK?" asks M. "Sorry I'm late" comes a mumbled reply. She doesn't turn round. "Hey, what's the matter," M enquires, putting her arm around Carol's shoulder. "Can't realy talk about it. I'd better get on with some work. Sorry I'm like this - not normally." Lunchtime. '"Why don't we go for a drink," asks M. "Perhaps you might like to unload some of those dark clouds that have been circling round our office this morning." Carol looks across the room, her brown eyes close to tears. "Thanks. That's kind. Maybe I do need to talk to someone. But you are my boss. You don't want to know all the little sordid details of your employee." " Shush you. I thought we more more than that. I though we'd become mates. And mates help each other when they've got problems. Grab your coat." The pub was full, but they managed to find a quiet corner. Carol bought the first round. "I'm sorry about this morning. I was behaving like a sixteen year old who had just been dumped, not an adult who wasn't really in a relationship anyway." In between drinks she continued to tell M all about her problems until it was time to go back to the office. They were both a bit unsteady, knowing that they'd both had a bit too much for lunchtime. The atmosphere was very quiet all afternoon, a mixture of drink and thoughts. Five o'clock came and went. "You not off home now?" M commented. "I've got a couple of things to finish here and then I'll be off too. Carol came over and sat on the edge of M's desk. "Thanks for being so kind today. It really meant a lot." "My pleasure," M replied, stroking Carols stockinged leg. "You'd probably done the same if I was down in the dumps. Carol leaned over and stroked M's hair. "You're a special person. I wish ...." M stood up, hands moving up on to Carols shoulder. M leaned forward and kissed the top of her head. "You're special too. You've been special for a while. Brightening up the dreary office routine with your chatter and looks." Carol looked up and smiled. Their faces moved closer. Lips touched - gently touching at first, then a full kiss. That taste - M had wanted that taste ever since that first day. M felt Carols hands move up to her top, slowly unfastening a couple of the buttons. Carol stood up, moved away and locked the office door. She came back to M, finishing off opening her top. Her hand slid down inside M's black lacy bra, easing out one of her breasts. M closed her eyes. She felt soft lips gently kissing her hardening nipple ....... The kiss ended with a very gentle bite - not painful, but the sensation was good. Carol was in charge, M let her lead. Carol gently guided M back across the desk, taking off her top and bra. M felt her hands finding their way across her hips and up under her skirt. That mouth started on her nipples again, kissing, nibbling. Eyes still closed. Fingers started to explore. Soft places. Moist places. They seem to know exactly what M was thinking. The exact spot. The exact speed. M wanted to keep that special moment for later. She wanted to return the pleasure she was feeling. She slid off the desk and kissed Carol. "My turn," she said, lifting up the silk top that covered Carols firm breasts. They were the breasts she had always imagined were under that mixture of clothes she'd seen in the office. Firm, young, perfectly shaped. Kissable. M lowered her mouth onto them. Yes. Kissable. M moved back so she could unzip the slim skirt that was on Carols hips. It slid to the floor. A tiny pair of innocent white panties barely covered her. M's fingers slipped inside, finding a soft, smooth mound, not a hint of anything other than soft smooth skin. M looked Carol straight in the eyes as she pulled the virginal covering down her long smooth legs and off her ankles. She slowly looked down and saw the perfect lips, slightly parted with a pink groove glistening with the hint of moisture. Carol guided her head towards those lips, showing M what she wanted next. M's tongue seem to go onto autopilot, searching for the entrance, for the moisture. It found the special spot that triggers off all those different emotions. M's fingers explored too, helping her tongue to find deeper and deeper moisture and juices. Carol pulled her to the ground. They kissed - mouths, breasts, bodies. They explored, fingers reaching, pushing, finding. M's fingers were reaching inside - front and back - soft and tight. She felt Carol move over until she was on top, tongue working on M's pussy lips. M looked up and saw Carols perfect smooth, glistening mound just above her face. The smell. The taste. Faster, harder, deeper. Fingers. Tongues. The timing was perfect. As if they'd practiced it over and over again. Together. The hug when it was over. More than a hug. Shared feelings. Shared wants. Shared thoughts. Shared future?