That Day at the Office We Said It All

The night before, we’d stayed up late talking about how to handle the next day’s meeting. Nadia didn’t sleep well when she had something pending, and I could tell by the way she kept turning over in bed, by the way her breathing never quite settled. I held her from behind and spoke softly.

—Tomorrow we go in together, we speak calmly, and we leave with our heads held high. No shouting, no crying. Just the facts.

—With you, I feel calm —she said—. Really.

—I love you too. Now sleep.

She pressed closer to me and within ten minutes she was breathing evenly. It took me a little longer.

In the morning I got up before her. I showered, chose my clothes, and while I was putting on my bra in front of the mirror, I watched her sleep from the other side of the room. She had one arm crossed over her eyes as if the light bothered her even though the blinds were still down. I went over to her side of the bed.

—Hey. It’s getting late.

She cracked one eye open, and the sheet slipped down to her waist, revealing one bare breast, the nipple still marked by sleep.

—If we didn’t have that meeting, I’d eat your cunt right now until you were screaming —she murmured, her voice hoarse—. I swear to you.

—You’ll have time later —I told her, and gave her thigh a sharp smack over the sheet. She arched her hip and stared at me, provocative—. Get up before I’m the one crawling under that sheet to suck you until you come in my mouth.

—You promise and never deliver.

—Tonight I’ll deliver everything. Now get up.

She grunted something, but got up and walked naked past me on her way to the shower, with that long back and firm ass that had driven me crazy for years.

We got to the office with just enough time. Nadia went straight to the coffee machine with that focused look she wore when something made her nervous. We sat at our desks, I answered emails and pretended to be normal, but every now and then I looked at her out of the corner of my eye. She looked back at me too.

At twenty to ten, my phone vibrated on the desk. It was her: «this hour will never pass».

I answered: «almost there. Breathe».

«It’s hard», she typed.

«I know. But soon.»

At exactly ten, she got up and nodded toward me. I turned off the screen and followed her.

***

Rodrigo’s office was tidy and bright, with a window looking out over the rooftops in the city center. He stood when we came in, pointed us toward the chairs with a calm gesture, and waited for us to sit before speaking.

—I already figured you’d come —he said—. I’m listening.

Nadia was the first to speak. She did it with a calm that even surprised me, choosing each word, without unnecessary accusations. She explained that neither of us was going to take part in what the outside partner had proposed, that what that man was suggesting was disrespectful to us and to the company, and that we needed to know what management’s position was.

Rodrigo listened without interrupting. When Nadia finished, he nodded slowly.

—I understand perfectly. And I want you to know I have no agreement with that, nor will I have one. I’m sorry you had to go through this.

He looked at me.

—By the way, happy birthday, even if I’m late.

—Thank you —I said—. And since we’re at it, I want to tell you something else. Nadia and I are a couple. We’ve been together for a while and we’re going to get married. I’m saying this because what that man proposed clashes not only with our ethics, but with our personal situation. We are not interchangeable, and we are not available for that kind of thing.

Rodrigo looked at the two of us for a moment.

—Congratulations —he said—. And that, as it happens, gives me an idea. Do you already have a wedding date?

We both answered at the same time:

—Not yet.

—Set one. Pick a date, get the paperwork started, and before that begin training someone to cover for you during the leave. By the time that man comes back from his trip, if he happens to insist, you’ll already be married and he’ll be completely out of place.

We looked at each other. It was the simplest and smartest solution we could have imagined.

—Perfect —said Nadia—. We’ll do it that way.

We stood up, shook Rodrigo’s hand, and left.

***

In the hallway, Nadia grabbed my arm and dragged me toward the emergency stairs. When the metal door closed behind us, she leaned against the wall and let out the breath she’d been holding.

—You told him we’re getting married.

—It seemed like the right moment —I replied, shrugging—. Are you mad?

She burst out laughing.

—Not at all. We don’t have anything to hide anymore.

We went down to get coffee. We stood by the downstairs bar counter, shoulder to shoulder, letting the relief settle slowly.

—Now we have to choose who covers for us —I said.

—Yes. And we have to go to the civil registry.

—I’ll take care of it this week.

Nadia turned her head and looked at me in that way I knew well: that mix of tenderness and desire that sped up my breathing even after years together.

—I love you, Valeria. And I’m going to fuck you until I break you when we get home.

—I love you too. Now drink your coffee, because we have work.

***

After lunch, I went out under the excuse of going to a pharmacy. In reality, I went to the lingerie shop I’d seen weeks earlier on the side street parallel to the office. I went in, looked around slowly, and left with a little bag I tucked into the bottom of my purse.

Back at the office, before sitting down, I stopped by the bathroom. I changed my underwear —a black thong with lace on the sides, almost nothing— and took the chance to touch up my eyes with the eyeliner I’d been keeping since the morning. Nadia knew nothing about either thing.

I went back to my desk as if nothing had happened.

Nadia was explaining something to Pablo, the coworker we’d picked to cover for us. I opened a drawer, took out a cookie, and bit into it slowly, looking at her, licking the tip before breaking it with my teeth.

She saw me out of the corner of her eye.

Her lips moved without sound: «what are you playing at?»

I winked at her.

Five seconds later my phone vibrated. It was her: «I know you. you’re up to something».

I answered with the silence emoji.

«Bad person», she wrote, with the laughing one beside it.

I spent the rest of the afternoon in that state of tense calm I like more than almost anything else: her knowing there was something pending, me letting her guess. It was a game we’d been playing for years. The payoff was always worth the wait.

***

In the car, on the way back to the apartment, Nadia put her hand on my leg as soon as we pulled out, and slid it up under my skirt without bothering to hide it.

—You’ve been turning me on all afternoon —she said, and her fingers reached the lace of the thong and stayed there, pressing—. You’re soaking, you little bitch.

—Me?

—You. The eyes, the cookie. And this cunt that’s already dripping for me.

—Focus on the road.

She pressed two fingers against the fabric right above my clit and moved them in a slow circle, never taking her eyes off the road. A moan slipped out of me and I bit my lip. I didn’t look away from the street, but I spread my legs a little more for her.

When we got to the apartment, I set my bag on the entry table. Before I could take two steps, Nadia pressed me back against the wall. She took my hands, interlaced her fingers with mine, and lifted them above my head. She kissed me slowly at first, and then drove her tongue in deep, seeking out mine, biting my lower lip until she had me panting into her mouth.

—You’ve been doing that all afternoon —she said against my lips, with one knee planted between my thighs, grinding my cunt through my clothes—. And now you’re not going anywhere until I come inside you.

—Who said I want to go anywhere?

I pulled down the side zipper of my skirt and let it fall to the floor. I took a step back so she could see me. The black thong, the lace, almost nothing.

Nadia opened her mouth. Closed it. Opened it again.

—You’re unbelievable. I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk.

—Put on the harness —I told her—. With the thick cock. Not the usual one, the other. I want to feel it inside me without being able to breathe.

—As you say, birthday girl.

It didn’t even take a minute. While she went to the bedroom, I took off my blouse and bra and stayed only in the thong and heels. When she came back, she was naked, with the black harness tight around her hips and the silicone cock jutting out between her legs like it was part of her. She approached slowly, with that half-smile she gets when she knows she has me.

—The effect this has on me, seeing you in that —I said, and grabbed the cock with my hand, squeezing from the base—. Put it in me already. I can’t take it anymore.

—Suck it first. I want to see you on your knees.

I knelt without thinking. I licked the tip of the cock with my tongue flat, looking up at her from below, and then took it all the way into my mouth, until I felt it hitting the back of my throat. Nadia grabbed my hair, closing her fist, and started moving my head at the pace she wanted. I sucked her with my cheeks hollowed out, letting strings of saliva escape and run down my chin to my tits. I knew the toy wasn’t flesh, but the harness pressed against her clit and she felt it with every thrust: mouth open, breath heavy, thighs trembling.

—That’s it, slut. Look at me while you suck my cock.

I looked at her, with the cock down to my uvula, and stayed still, letting her fuck my mouth. When she finally let go of my hair, she pulled me up by the arm and slammed me back against the wall.

—Jump.

She took me by the thighs and lifted me with a ease that still always surprised me. I held on, wrapping my legs around her waist. I pushed the thong aside with two fingers and felt the cool air on my swollen cunt.

—Here? —she asked, pressing the tip of the cock against my wet lips.

—Here. Now. Put it all the way in.

She slid in slowly, letting me feel each centimeter opening me from the inside. I swallowed the moan with clenched teeth and shut my eyes, leaning my head against the wall. When I felt her all the way in, I let the air out in one sharp exhale.

—Fuck… like that… don’t stop…

—Do you feel all of it?

—All of it. Fuck me already, don’t torture me.

Nadia gradually picked up the pace, one hand against the wall beside my head and the other holding me from below, gripping my ass, her fingers digging in. She started thrusting hard, and with each shove my whole body bounced up against the wall, the picture frame in the hallway knocking beside us with every slam. I sank my nails into her shoulders and let the sensation build, rippling inward, until I felt my swollen clit brushing against the base of the harness each time she drove the cock deep into me.

—Like that —I panted—. Don’t stop. Harder. Break me.

—You’re mine, do you hear me? Mine and nobody else’s.

—Yours. Only yours. Fuck me harder, fuck…

She bit my neck, then my collarbone, then a breast, sucking my nipple hungrily between thrusts. I started shaking. I grabbed her head and brought her mouth to mine.

—I’m coming… Nadia, I’m coming…

—Come on my cock. All of it. Now.

When it hit, it was long and deep, one spasm after another, clenching around her so hard that she gave a hoarse shout too and shoved three, four more times, all the way in, closing her eyes and pinning me to the wall with the full weight of her body while she came with the base of the harness pressed against her clit. I stayed with my forehead against her shoulder, breathing hard, my legs still weak, the cock still inside me, my cunt throbbing around it.

—We’re not done yet —she whispered—. To bed.

Nadia lifted me in her arms, without pulling it out, and carried me like that to the bedroom, each step making me feel it deeper. She threw me face down on the bed, lifted my hips with both hands, and shoved it in from behind again, with one single thrust that made me bite the pillow. I arched my back and offered her my ass, propped on my elbows.

—That’s it, bitch, that’s how you like it.

—Like that, yes, don’t stop, give me more.

She drove it in hard, gripping my hair with one hand and my hip with the other, pulling me back on every thrust. I could hear the sound of our bodies crashing together, my cunt dripping around the silicone, my own moans muffled into the sheets. She put her thumb in my mouth and I sucked it without stopping my moans. She ran that same wet thumb along my ass crack, barely pressing at my hole, not going all the way in, just enough for me to feel it.

—Want me to put it in there too?

—No… not yet… fuck my cunt, keep going like that, don’t stop…

She drove into me faster, deeper, until I felt the second orgasm climbing up from my legs. She put two fingers in my mouth and I bit them so I wouldn’t scream so loud. When I exploded, my vision blurred. I collapsed face-first onto the sheets, trembling, my ass still raised and her still driving into me a few seconds longer before slowly pulling out, leaving my cunt open, throbbing, drenched.

***

She took off the harness, washed it, and came back. She lay down beside me, facing me. We looked at each other without speaking for a while. She ran her fingers through my hair calmly, saying nothing, and stroked my breasts with her open palm, still sweaty.

—The wedding is getting closer —I said at last.

—Yeah. —She paused—. I’m nervous.

—Me too.

—And happy?

—Very.

Nadia smiled. It was that small smile she kept for private moments, the one I’d never seen at the office or with anyone other than me.

—What will we wear that day? —she asked, while she pinched one nipple slowly, playing.

—Something that suits us. A fitted dress, something that shows off your shape. And loose hair.

—And the shoes?

—Heels.

She laughed.

—You’re obsessed.

—You like me that way.

—Yes —she said, and lowered her head to suck the nipple she’d been pinching, with no urgency, just because she wanted to—. I like you that way.

We kissed again, unhurried, with that calm that only exists after a long time shared and after coming twice against the wall.

***

The following week passed between training the new coworkers and paperwork at the civil registry. The rumor was already circulating around the office that we were a couple and that we were going to get married. No one said it out loud, but we noticed the looks, the quick smiles, the odd half-whispered comment we didn’t quite catch. Neither of us cared.

The date was confirmed for mid-May. Rodrigo congratulated us in the hallway with a handshake that seemed warmer than the usual protocol.

The outside partner was still in Europe. We weren’t expecting him back for two months, and by then there would be nothing left to say to him.

At night Nadia and I stayed awake longer than necessary, talking about unimportant things: the dresses, the witnesses, whether there would be dinner or just a drink with a few people. We didn’t have answers for everything, but there was no hurry either.

We had time, we had work, and we had each other.

That was enough.