A Friend in Need

"What's the matter, Jan," Alana asked while maneuvering her new SUV through suburban traffic, "you haven't said three words

since we left home, and if I didn't know better I'd say that you look a little flushed!?!" Lost in though, Jan didn't even acknowledge

Alana's question until she felt her friend give her a poke in the ribs and repeat her question!!! "Uh, oh sorry, I wasn't paying

of her hips, the small mound of her belly. She has been
known to freeze uncooperative subordinates with her grey-green eyes.
She normally separates her business and private life very
strictly, but then she discovered --
Michele. At 26, Michele had worked her way "up the corporate
ladder" to a minor management position, entirely on her own ability.
Barbara discovered her record, and promoted her to Assistant to the
CEO.
She is an untiring worker, a top business analyst. She produces
the most thorough reports of anyone Barbara has worked with.
Michele is of average height, but with outstanding looks. Her
long blonde straight hair frames her thin pixie face, a contrast to
her large deep blue eyes. She dresses less severely than Barbara,
going in for earth-colored skirts with pastel blouses. She loves sexy
shoes, and wears them well on her small, well-formed feet.
She has large, well-proportioned breasts, which carry well on her
larger-boned frame. Though she is self-conscious about it, they jiggle
delightfully when she walks. Her legs are firm and solid, but not at
all heavy, and men at the office enjoy a peek at her nylon-clad
"stems" as she climbs the stairs. Her hips and ass blossom forth from
her waist in an eye-pleasing way, and she has an unconscious wiggle,
accented by her high heels, that has drawn whistles in the parking
lot.
Her quick, bright smile is matched by an equally quick frown, and
her young face already shows signs of "worry lines." She is subject to
stomach cramps and, somehow, this awakens a protective urge in
Barbara, who finds herself unaccountably attracted to the younger
woman.
For her own part, Michele thinks the world of Barbara. She
wonders at how Barbara always seems to know the right thing to say,
the right moves to make in business, and secretly wishes that she were
the older sister that she never had.
Two months ago, Barbara invited Michele to a restaurant for
dinner after work. The two women had a few drinks, and began to lose
the edge of their employer-employee relationship, began to become
friends. They have been out to dinner together several times since.
After their last dinner and a few drinks, Barbara suggested they
go to her apartment, where the drinks would be as good, and they could
be more comfortable.
Michele agreed, and a short cab ride later, they arrived, and
were greeted by the doorman.
"Hullo, Ma'am, Fine ev'nin." he said, as he pressed the elevator
button.
"Hello, Matt."
The two women entered the elevator, and shortly were in Barbara's
large, but not ostentatious, apartment. Michele looked around at the
comfortable, modern furniture, and said, "I love your place."
"Thank you. Give me your jacket. Like to look around?"
"Yes."
Michele was relieved of her suit jacket, revealing a sheer pink
blouse that only slightly veiled her well-filled bra.
"Well, go ahead," Barbara invited her as she put away Michele's
jacket and her own. "Make yourself at home. What will you drink?"
"Um, seven and seven."
Barbara crossed the room to a small bar, tuned the stereo to soft
music, and began making drinks while Michele looked around. The older
woman brought up two glasses as the blonde peeked through the open
bedroom door.
"Here y'are. Cheers."
"Um. Good. Oh, what a big, beautiful bed. Your apartment is
wonderful, Barbara."
"Thanks. I like it. Come sit on the couch with me and relax. You
seem nervous. Can't you forget I'm the boss? We're friends."
"Sure, Barbara." Michele was not willing to tell Barbara that her
nearness was the real reason for her nervousness.
"Tell me some more about yourself, Michele. Do you have brothers
or sisters?"
"No. My parents died in a car crash when I was 12, and my aunt
and uncle raised me. They had two boys younger than I."
"That must have been difficult."
"Actually, no. They treated me like their own. There was never
any "me against them," or anything. They even saved my parents' modest
holdings and sent me to business college. You know, though, I always
wanted to have a sister. How about you, Barbara? Do you have a
sister?"
"I have three brothers, one older. I always thought a sister
would be fun, too. Someone to talk girl-talk to.
"We were a strict religious family, and there wasn't much talk
about the things I wanted to know - mainly about boys, then. My
brothers weren't much help, they wanted to 'protect' me."
The younger woman drained her glass.
"Another?"
"Uh, yes, thanks."
The brunette got up and walked to the bar.
"Barbara?"
"Yes?"
"Let's be sisters."
"What a wonderful idea! We could 'adopt' each other."
"And we could share secrets, and all the things we wanted to talk
about as kids."
"We should celebrate. Say, I'll open some champagne!"
They giggled over pulling the cork, Barbara holding the bottle
between her legs, and Michele stroking the neck of the bottle.
"What a big one you have, and what an odd color!" Michele
laughed. Secretly, she was fighting an urge to touch Barbara, finding
the brunette unaccountably attractive. "What's going on with me?" she
thought.
Eventually, the bottle was opened and the bubbly was poured.
They clinked glasses, smiled at each other, and toasted their new
"sisterhood".
"But no favors at work," Michele said after a moment. "I wanna
make it on my own." The drinks had loosened her tongue a bit.
"Why, of course not. Not even for a real sister. You should know
me better."
They drank in silence for a while.
To herself Michele thought, "I was never attracted to another
woman before. Should I tell her?"
"I wish I were as beautiful as you," the blonde whispered, as the
brunette refilled the glasses.
"What? Silly, you're a very beautiful woman. The men at the
office think so, too. I've watched them look at you. Erik likes to
watch you getting things from the bottom drawer of the file cabinet."
"He watches your bottom, too," Michele giggled.
"He's good looking, isn't he?"
"Umm. When he walks by and gives me that smile I kinda melt. He's
got great buns, doesn't he?" Michele was loosening up, the champagne
and the sudden close friendship making her feel very comfortable.
"Oh, yes. I almost forget what I'm doing sometimes, watching his
tight little cheeks."
They sipped some more. A warm, cozy feeling was creeping up
Michele's insides. Her secret attraction to Barbara, and the talk
about Erik, to whom she was also attracted, was taking a toll.
"You ever wonder what he'd be like? I mean, er, in bed," she
blurted.
"Yes, but not enough to do anything about it... yet." They
laughed.
They sipped a while in silence.
"Do you have a man in your life now, Michele?"
She has had several men, but has found them generally too rash
and insensitive, and hadn't formed any lasting attachments. Besides,
though she would like a warm, nurturing relationship and fulfilling
sex, she would rather not give up her career, as she feels she must if
she were to marry. She is convinced that living with someone would
present the same problems as marriage.
"No, not right now. You?"
"Nobody special. The last guy I went with, I thought he was
special. He was one of the few who didn't mind my

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