Where There's A Will...

Vanessa, a sleek lawyer type, calls Kayley into her office about some inheritance from Nancy, a relative Kayley barely remembers. Kayley wonders if it's a mix-up. Vanessa smiles and tells her it isn't. Kayley was the only one who didn't flip out when Nancy came out. She mattered more than she knew. Vanessa says she and Nancy were tight; meeting Kayley's warmth through old emails or cards made Nancy's final years easier. When Vanessa reads Nancy's letter out loud, Kayley gets choked up, eyes wet, shoulders tight. Vanessa steps around the desk, rests a hand on Kayley's back, and pulls her in. They share the moment—heartbeats loud, smell of perfume close. Kayley whispers she is gay too, wishes she'd told Nancy herself. Vanessa wraps her arms tighter, hips pressed to hips, breathing quicker. The space between them disappears, and one thing leads to another. Tongues taste soft gloss, skirts pushed up against the heavy oak desk. Kayley’s hands grip the edge, breath shaking while Vanessa drops between her spread thighs and takes her time licking her open, moaning low like every stroke says thank you. Kayley pulls Vanessa up, tugs her blouse open, palms the warm tits that tumble free, fingers tweaking hard nipples, both of them laughing a little with how sudden this feels. They switch places—Vanessa braces against the desk while Kayley sinks to her knees, spreading the lawyer’s legs, tongue flicking stiff clit, slick sounds loud between low curses. Vanessa grabs Kayley’s hair, hips rolling greedy until her thighs clamp and she comes hard, thighs shaking. Then Kayley bends over the desk, ass up, Vanessa behind her easing two fingers in deep, thumb stroking clit in messy circles. Kayley gasps and groans, the mix of grief and raw need knotting tight in her belly until she lets go, squeezing Vanessa’s wrist. Later, catching breath, sweat cooling, the two of them stay close, legs tangled, agreeing fate had a filthy way of balancing the scales.