Milly Scott Pt. 00: The New Assistant

She wriggled and squirmed and did a lot of, "Yes, yes, no, no, no." Which I simply ignored and kept after her. I licked her, I took her lips into mine and I licked her clit and took it between my teeth. I did all of this instinctively and it seemed to have worked because she pushed me away forcefully.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I cannot stand any more. I have nothing left, leave me alone." She was not smiling or grinning she just looked drawn, exhausted.

I smirked to myself, 'Yes, job done!' I was proud and I took her in my arms and whispered that I loved her. I did, I loved another woman, this woman and that made me smile. I almost had to carry her to bed she was so exhausted. I lay besides her watching her breathe. I was happy, happier than I had ever been; I had never felt emotion like this before.

The next morning we showered together again and I was right this was not a practical solution for a working day, but for a Sunday it was a great way to start the day and we would definitely be clean, very, very clean.

We jumped into Alex's car and headed off into the countryside. We found a place to park and walked for miles along country tracks and along-side streams, holding hands and occasionally kissing. We had a late lunch in a pub and sat outside staring at each other. I had kissed a girl and I liked it, loved it.

On the way home I realised that the rocket ship that we had been riding on was about to land. Work tomorrow, my parents, a five year age difference and the fact that we had only known each other for a few months and been lovers for a couple of days. Go with it girl, see where you land, but there was a nagging doubt that something this good could not last.

We cooked a snack together that evening and both sat reading on the sofa. I would nudge her and she would prod me with her foot. We would look up and smile, goofy smiles, grins, silent laughs, winks and the occasional tongue sticking out. I stopped reading, there was little point as I could not concentrate so I took her foot in my hand and stroked it. A few minutes later I heard her purring.

"Milly, either you need to stop that right now or we need to go to bed."

"I'm not stopping," I laughed to myself and ten minutes later we were holding each other and kissing. We did nothing that night except kiss and hold hands and touch each other. It was as good as actual sex.

The next morning was a little awkward. We did not have a routine together so I washed, dressed and skipped out taking my own car to work. Alex showed up half an hour later and I had coffee ready for her arrival.

"Good morning Miss Morgan. Here's your coffee. Did you have a good weekend?"

"Miss Morgan? What is that about?" She looked puzzled.

"Just showing my boss respect. I have a few things that I need to go over with you this morning. Ten o'clock okay for you?" She walked away shaking her head.

We met and went through the things that I needed to sort out and it was all very professional and I called her Miss Morgan throughout. That seemed to amuse her.

We were busy until lunchtime when I went to make up some sandwiches. I had decided a week ago that I could buy stuff to keep in the little kitchen that would give us healthy options and save a fortune. I strolled into her office with coffee and the sandwiches and sat on the sofa with her. We chatted like normal people and eventually she asked me the question.

"What's with Miss Morgan?"

"We need to keep work professional. So you are Miss Morgan."

"No kissing then?"

"That would be inappropriate during working hours."

"It's lunch time."

"So it is." I put my fingers to her lips and then slid onto the floor and was on my knees in front of her. I reached under her skirt, pulled down her tights and panties in one movement until they were round her ankles. I put my knees on top of them effectively trapping her ankles, I pushed her knees apart and I went for her clit. It tasted so good. She was very aroused and I got her to a climax very quickly, but I made her come a second time then sat back smiled at her, got up and walked away. I looked back over my shoulder and she looked stunned.

I kissed her farewell and promised to phone her later. It was time to confront my parents.

It did not go well, they demanded to know what I meant when I said that I was a lesbian. That is a difficult thing to explain considering that they knew exactly what the term meant.

"Look, my love life has been a mess. I have never felt great about any guy that I have been with. I have fallen for a woman and we have had sex and it has blown my mind and I am in love. Head over heels in love. I don't know what the future holds but I hope that it is with her. I know that you think that it is wrong, so I'm sorry, but this is my life." I was angry now.

That was when my mother pointed to the suitcases and black bin liners stacked in the corner of the room. "If that is how you want to live. There is your stuff. You don't belong in this house any longer. You were brought up properly and now you are a pervert, a deviant. God will not forgive this," she snarled at me.

"If you believe that God made me, then he made me like this."

I hauled my cases out to my car and went back for the bin liners. By the time that I had them in the car they were staring at me from the living room and the tears were running down my face. "Fuck them, fuck them!"

I was lucky that the police did not see me driving away. I made it as far as the supermarket car park where two days ago my lover and I had gone shopping for the first time. I parked and dissolved. I tried to think but I had no clear thoughts, just despair. My parents were miserable bastards and now they had actually rejected me. I was desolate.

My phone pinged with a message that I ignored. Ten minutes later another one and I ignored that as well. I just sobbed. Ten minutes later the phone rang, I pressed the call button and simply shouted "Fuck off and leave me alone."

Ten minutes later it rang again and I ignored it. After several calls I wiped my face and decided to look at the phone. The messages were from Alex and so were the calls. The last message said that she was so worried about me that she had called my parents and she had worked out that things had 'not gone well.' For the first time I laughed.

The phone rang again. I answered.

"Where are you? Just tell me where you are right this minute."

"Supermarket, it's a disaster." I started crying again and five minutes later she opened the passenger door of my car.

"Come on it will be okay." She held me and for the first time I thought that there may a glimmer of hope. I cried some more and then she went and parked her own car and made me drive to her place. She took me inside and sat me on the sofa with a mug of tea. I said nothing.

Twenty minutes passed before she spoke again. "You can stay here for as long as you need. You can have the spare room or ..... have the spare room."

I smiled at her, just a little one. She disappeared and I heard her dragging something. By the time I got myself together Alex had dragged my cases and the bags from my car into the apartment. She piled them up in the spare room.

I was devastated, totally devastated. I lay down on her spare bed, kicked off my shoes and pulled the duvet over my head. I wanted to be left alone.

Alex

I knew the moment that I saw her in that car park that she was broken. I managed to get her to drive back to my flat and almost carried her into the lounge and I made her tea. She never spoke. The clever, beautiful, capable, funny, loving girl that had been with me all weekend had gone, all that was left was a shell almost without life. She looked so bad I feared that she may actually have been seriously psychologically damaged.

I had no idea what to do so I went and emptied her car, all of her possessions in a few bags and a couple of suitcases. How sad, how could anyone be so cruel to their own daughter? I had no idea how people could behave like that towards someone who had simply fallen in love and who, a few hours ago was so full of fun and vitality.

She flopped onto the bed pulled the duvet up and I heard her crying. I was at a loss for what to do. I got into my own bed and sat against the headboard with my feet pulled up and my arms around my knees and I was crying as well.

Milly had walked through my office door and changed my life. If I had been gay at that point I would have been in love at that moment, but I didn't know that I was and therefore didn't understand what was happening to me. It took me a few weeks to realise what it was and I knew that I could not lose her. Tiredness and worry eventually overwhelmed me and I fell asleep.

I awoke early the next morning and went to the spare room, Milly was sobbing silently. I sat on the edge of the bed and touched her shoulder. She turned and looked at me with sad eyes, they were ringed in black and her face was blotchy. She had clearly not slept much at all and spoke in a whisper, "I'm so very sorry, this is not your fault and I did not mean to get you involved. I'll look for somewhere to stay."

I was astounded. "You have no reason to be sorry, you did nothing wrong. I love you. You can stay here as long as you need, no strings, on whatever terms you want." I kissed her forehead.

"Thank you. I need to get ready for work."

I smiled and she glowered at me. "No, you are not going to work today. You can stay here and sleep or whatever you want to do. Just take care of yourself."

I got ready to leave. I said, "Goodbye, take it easy," and kissed her forehead before I left to go and collect my car from where I had abandoned it the night before.

Milly

I lay staring at the ceiling for a long time after Alex had left. Then I needed the loo and a hot drink. I sat in her kitchen sipping my tea and thinking about my shitty life with Rick, the lack of affection from my parents and their selfish attitude.

I watched some TV for a while but I did not concentrate on it merely rehashed the events at my parents. I realised that Alex had been very kind to me so I made something simple for her and a sandwich for myself. I went back to bed and pulled the duvet up. I had barely slept for almost two days and fell sound asleep.

Alex

I could not concentrate on work and gave up early. There was no sign of life when I arrived back at home. There was some food left for me but no sign of Milly. I quietly opened the door to her room and heard her snoring softly so I closed the door again.

She was still asleep when I went to bed and I again sat with my arms around my knees again. What could I do? Should I wake her? Would she want to talk? Should I go and speak to her parents? In the end I did nothing except sit there feeling helpless and full of despair.

I have no idea what the time was but I had not moved for some time when I heard a noise and assumed that Milly was going to the toilet, but my door opened wider. She walked towards me but it was more a shuffle and nothing like the proud assertive walk that I loved. She fell onto the bed and looked up at me. Her eyes were puffy and red and she muttered, "Please, can I get a cuddle."

I pulled her into the bed and wrapped my arms round her and I whispered, "It's okay, you're safe here." We both fell asleep.

The next morning I was again awake early and watched as Milly slept. She opened her eyes and looking forlorn she said, "I'm so very sorry."

"I told you yesterday there is nothing to be sorry about. Stay here again today, go through all of those bags, sort out your clothes, launder them, hang them up, whatever you need to do. But no work, you are in no state." She fell back on the bed and closed her eyes.

Milly

I again lay staring at the ceiling after Alex had left. But I realised that I could not keep on like this I had to do something, to take control. I sat up and shouted, "Pull yourself together girl, you had a great weekend and were really happy. Just because your parents are stupid and don't approve you need to move on. It is very sad but move yourself!"

I have no idea where I got the will power from but I emptied all of the bags and sorted through my stuff. I dumped things in the washer, pulled on some clean clothes and went out to the car. I drove to the supermarket and got some food and large cartons. When I got back I sorted the shoes that I did not wear very often into one carton, handbags into another and the same with my clothes. I ended up with my regular working and casual clothes lying on the bed. I put my shoes in the spare room wardrobe and found the iron. I pressed the stuff that I needed and hung it up. I sorted out make-up and jewellery.

I went to the kitchen and started on some food. I made a casserole and prepared vegetables; I laid the table, opened some wine and lit candles. Fuck this, they did not want me -- okay, but they had done enough damage, now I knew where I stood. I can sort this, I am in control of my life from now on and no one is going to tell me what to think, what to do or anything. I'll make my own decisions.

Alex

I had dithered all day about phoning Milly to check on her but I decided not to. Her car had moved at some point during the day, a good sign I wondered? It was with some trepidation that I opened the door but I was greeted with the smell of vanilla and food and there was soft music playing. I hung up my coat and went into the kitchen. I gasped, this was not what I expected.

She was leaning against the sink wearing a lovely dress and heels, her hair was up, she had done her make-up and was sipping from a glass of wine. She still looked a little tired but she smiled and said, "Hello, dinner will be ready soon. Go and change."

I stood for a moment or two. I looked round, candles? I changed into a skirt and sweater and headed back.

"Please don't say anything about the last two days just yet. Let's just have dinner and you can tell me about your day." She handed me wine and served dinner. I said very little whilst eating. I enjoyed the food, it was great, and I studied her closely, it looked as if she had found some inner strength.

"That was incredible, I could get used to cooking like that. So tell me, how are you?"

She smiled at me and told me about her thoughts her resolve and what she had done. I was impressed.

"Are you going to stay?" I needed to know the answer to that.

"If you will allow me to I will. This thing between us is very new and very strange for both of us. I think that we should take it slow and see where it goes. If it does not work or you want me to go, I'll find somewhere. Just be honest with me."

"You can have the spare room as long as you need. But it would be less lonely if you cuddled me at night."

"What do you mean?" she had a quizzical look.

"I mean that I would rather you shared my bed. Actually, our bed, move in with me, make this your home, I love you." It tumbled out. I had not thought about it, it just came out.

"So much for taking it slow! Are you serious?" She smiled that lovely smile.

"Deadly serious. The two of us together and we can take on the world!" I gave her my widest grin. She threw herself at me and kissed me and I knew that things would be okay.

Later on we talked her offer over again and she accepted that it was serious. But she was a little hesitant, "I do love you and moving in here would be great but we have known each other a short time and... I don't know, dating, for a week?"

"Let's do this, see how it goes and have this same conversation this time next week. We have nothing to lose."

She thought for a minute or so and then said, "Deal." She shoved out her hand and we shook. A strange ways for lovers to agree.

The following morning Milly was up and in the kitchen making tea by the time that I came out of the shower. She was dressed and looked cheerful. "Come on slow coach I need to get to work. My boss gives me hell if I'm late and she likes her coffee as soon as she comes through the door."

"She must be a tyrant," I said as I grinned.

"Oh you have no idea, foul temper, picky, just the worst." She was not grinning but wore a serious expression.

As I drew up Milly opened the car door and dashed into the building ahead of me. By the time I caught up with her she had her jacket off and was standing in the open door of the kitchen.

"I'm sorry Miss Morgan. I was late this morning and the coffee will be another five minutes. It won't happen again." She actually looked serious so I just nodded and headed to my own desk and grinned whilst facing the window.

Milly brought me coffee and almost curtsied as she said, "Sorry again Miss Morgan." She turned and walked away and I thought I saw her grin. I worked away all morning only interrupted by a delivery of fresh coffee, mid morning.

At lunch time I heard Milly in the kitchen and a few minutes later she appeared with a plate of sandwiches, napkins, mug of coffee for me and a bottle of water for herself. We ate and smiled at each other but there was no real conversation.

I was about to take the last mouthful of sandwich when she slid onto the floor, put her finger to my lips and reached beneath my skirt. I knew what she was doing and allowed her to pull my underwear down. There was no delay, she moved my knees apart and shoved her tongue into me and licked and kissed and I let her and within a very short time I felt waves of pleasure flowing over me and I came, it was so good. She moved back, stood, smiled at me and said, "Thank you." She turned and left.

Milly

I stood at the sink smiling and actually started to laugh. That was so much fun, it was so lewd and I got real pleasure from it. It was strange, not so long ago my boyfriend would fuck me and it would last for such a short time before he came that it gave me little pleasure. Now I was prepared to perform oral sex on a woman and walk away feeling better than almost all of the sex that I had experienced PA, pre Alex.

As I passed Alex's door I saw her sorting out her skirt. I smiled again and got back to work. Not much later I heard her call, "Miss Scott, could you come in here."

I went through the door, "Yes Miss Morgan, do you need something?"

"Do you like working here?"

Oooh what was this? "Yes, Miss Morgan, very much." I threw in a smile.

"I heard a rumour that I was a tyrant with a bad temper. Do you know anything about that?"

"No, whoever said that has to have been mistaken. You're nice to me."

"Good, just checking, that's all Miss Scott, run along."

I got back to my desk and it took me all of my time not to laugh out loud. I was enjoying life again today, on Monday evening that had seemed so far away but I guess that is what love can do.

When we got home that evening, home -- that sounded okay, I cooked, well I dashed something together. I kicked off my shoes and chopped an onion, a clove of garlic and a red and yellow pepper. I tossed them into a frying pan and left them under a low heat whilst I went and changed into a denim skirt and sweat shirt. I turned up the heat on the frying pan and grabbed a jar of pasta sauce which I threw into another pan. I rinsed the jar and set it down and Alex picked it up.

"Sauce from a jar?"

"Wait a minute, I saw the contents of these cupboards, ready meals and instant food galore."

"I was just asking," she said defensively.

"Any time that you want to cook buster, go ahead," I was half smiling, "A proper sauce takes a while so the contents of that jar that is the basis for my sauce, with some other ingredients," I pointed to the frying pan, "With some tomatoes and some herbs. We will have a sauce and I'll toss in some tuna and you will enjoy it or there are some biscuits in the cupboard."