“I do. Very much.” Lena spoke confidently. And Stef had to admit that she liked this Lena who wore authority so well. Especially in her office. The first fantasy Stef had ever had about Lena involved her office. In work mode, Lena was in control and Stef could not help those early fantasies of Lena taking charge of her.

“I like you in this office,” Stef leaned forward to kiss her wife, but unlike most of her recent kisses, this one relayed more than affection. She aimed for her cheek, but did not linger as she swept her kisses down to Lena’s neck. Lena immediately responded and offered her neck. Stef who wasted no time in indulging on her wife’s warm skin, placing hot open mouthed kisses on Lena’s pulse point.

“Stef…” Lena began to pull away, “We can’t.” Lena looked around her office. “I am at work.”

“It wouldn’t be the first time.” Stef reminded Lena stroking her thigh through her skirt.

Lena smiled at her wife, “We were young then, Stef.” But even as she spoke the words, Lena remembered that Principal Sanchez was at a meeting all day and she would be the only person who would assume she could just walk into her office. The secretaries would just call if they needed her. They’d never even know the door was locked.

“Honey, we can be quick.” And with that Lena motioned Stef to go lock the door. Stef ran to the door, locked it and discretely pulled down the window cover down. She rushed back before Lena could change her mind. “You know, it was times like this when we’d meet in your office that confused me the most.” Lena raised her eyebrow inviting Stef to continue her story. “We’d be talking about Brandon and I would get so distracted by your lips. Half the time, I don’t think I heard a word you said.”

Lena smiled, remembering how confused she was about the young mom back then. She’d convinced herself that she was imagining their chemistry. “You never told me.”

“Yeah one of those times, you were sitting behind your desk and I couldn’t see your shoes. I’d noticed you were fond of high heels and I knew you’d be wearing them. I actually found myself wondering what kind of heels you were wearing and I could see them so clearly. Once that image was in my mind, I let my imagination follow from heel to long tan leg and I had to shift in my chair to find a little relief from the thought. I went home so confused. It was the first time I allowed myself to fantasize about you. Technically, it was the first time you got me off, even if I had to do all the work myself.” Stef punctuated her words by lifting Lena’s skirt and stroking up her thigh.