A Forceful Reminder - Sex Stories

A Forceful Reminder

(All characters in explicit scenes are over the age of 18)

"Tabby, you simply have to come!" Her coworker and close friend of three years said as she stirred her black, sugarless tea. "I can't go to the wedding alone."

Tabitha tried to smile. "Liz, why don't you take your boyfriend?"

"Apparently he'll be working on that weekend," Liz sighed, running a hand through her short black pixie cut. "Asshole. I think we're coasting towards a breakup but at this point, I don't really care. The sex isn't that good either."

Tabitha bit her lip and added more sugar to her cup of instant coffee and immediately regretted it. She couldn't dump it back in the packet, so she miserably added hot water and watched the fragrant steam rise.

"What about you?" Liz asked, turning sideways so she could squeeze past Tabitha to reach the microwave to heat up her croissant.

Her body brushed against Tabitha, causing her to jump slightly. The kitchenette was small and everyone seemed to complain about it, but no one actually had a problem with moving around till Tabitha was in there too. Her coworkers were all very professional and didn't even seem to notice her size, but Tabitha was so self-conscious that they might as well have been eyeing her constantly and making remarks.

"Tabby?" Liz nudged her.

"Oh! Um, what was the question?" Tabitha asked, pushing a strand of curly brown hair behind her ear.

"Are you seeing anyone? Fucking anyone?" Liz's lips pulled up into a ...

... mischievous grin.

Tabitha's face went warm and she hurriedly lifted the mug of coffee to her face to try and hide the blush. The coffee burned her tongue as she sipped it.

"Um... Well," Tabitha fumbled, mortified.

Did Liz know she was still a virgin at twenty-four? What was she going to say? She wasn't good at lying either, so that was off the table. Her perceptive friend would see right through her.

Liz flapped her hand like she was shooing the question out of the air.

"Oh, sorry Tabby. That's a rather personal question, isn't it? I forget myself sometimes."

"It's okay," Tabitha said quietly, and she gladly let Liz prattle on about the wedding, which people would be there, and what the hell she was going to wear because she didn't own any dresses.

"Oof, I forgot I have to make some document copies for the Big Guy," Liz said, gulping down the rest of her tea. "I think I'm close to a promotion, so I have to keep up my pace."

Tabitha glanced at her, admiring the way her white blouse clung to her small, firm breasts and smoothed over her slender stomach. Liz did yoga three times a week and lifted weights at the gym as well. Her body was strong and muscular, bordering on masculine. Liz was glorious to look at. Tabitha was terrified of going to the gym. People would laugh at her. Well, maybe they wouldn't but Tabitha would rather die than risk the chance. Her mother's voice still haunted her. The last time she and her mother had talked on the phone her mother had ...