Follow this anthology as two queer teenagers navigate the hardships that come with; love, break ups, racial injustice, rejection and mental illness. All while living in the most beautiful city in the world: New York
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"My greatest moment of intim...
The door connecting with a frame made me snap my eyes from a tedious report. Pouring into my fatigue vision was a redhead with the widest smile on her oval face. I sat up straight against the leather chair, throwing the file shut and returning with a smile of my own.
"Morning Miss Clark, is this a bad time?" The red head asked, leaning upon a cabinet and undoing her silky white blouse.
E V E L Y N E
"Of course not." I smirked, flipping my blonde hair behind, "come sit here."
She naturally spread her legs open and placed her weight down on me as I added reassurance by tightening my grip on either ones of her thighs.
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The pressure of Colette's vagina pressing on my lower body made me grow significantly heated and that skirt was not helping.
With one hand I finished unbuttoning the blouse and when the black lace bra was finally exposed, I pressed my lips against the smooth skin of her neck.
That evidently caused her to wordlessly moan into my ear.
My hand wrapped around her cushioned breast while the other travelled between her tempting legs.
The first thing I realized was she had failed to wear underwear and also wet as bikini bottom.
Roughly I seized the cup of the bra and smothered her areola with my mouth. Just as I was about to insert my fingers, the door flew open revealing a towering lean man, holding a file.
"Evelyne where are those goddamn reports-" The man paused briefly, his eyes grew to the size of tennis balls as the report slipped between his fingers.
Colette dove faster from me than a diver on a board, she ripped her bra back in place and only then I came to my senses.
Luckily for me I was still fully dressed therefore it wasn't a problem when I took off after my boss.
He stood unaltered in the center of the offices, in front of everyone, but I knew I had to say something.
"Father please," I said firmly noticing how my voice cracked, "That was not what it appeared to be."
"You are sleeping with that!" His face turned into a revolting expression as both our glare followed Colette emerging from my office still looking creased as ever.
Those words didn't just directly affect me, but the woman I grew to love too.
"Did I not give everything for you Evelyne? Was it not always there when you needed me? Then you turn around and sleep with this fucking bitch!" My father began stroking his heavy stubble beard in a way of calming him down, but the redness shading his face, begged to differ.
I whispered not looking at his cold stare, "Yes, you have."
"And you know I only want the best for you." I didn't say a word it hurt so much that I quite literally lost the ability to speak. "That's why Miss Edevane needs to pack up, she can transfer to the many other firms in Manhattan."
