Teresa Smith sat at her cubicle, idly flipping through spreadsheets on her computer. The endless drone of keyboard tapping and hushed conversations surrounding her did little to comfort the deafening roar of insecurities brewing within her mind. The past week had been an emotional rollercoaster. She'd found herself both inextricably drawn to the charming innocence Valerie Johnson exuded while simultaneously questioning whether she could ever be intimate with her.

Valerie was cordial enough, but ever since that fateful day, she had not addressed the incident. Teresa didn't want to be the one to bring it up for fear of ruining their working relationship. It was a constant source of frustration for Teresa, having this secret between them and not knowing how the younger woman truly felt about it.

Teresa wondered if she should just completely forget about Valerie and move on with her life. But every time she looked into Valerie's bright blue eyes; she felt a pull towards her.

The contrast of Valerie's youthful innocence and Teresa's imposed maturity created a magnetic bond that left her both enthralled and unsettled.

Teresa bit her lip and calculated the risk. If she never spoke of it, who knew if Valerie would come clean on her own, or if she would ever know what she had seen.

Not that Teresa didn't make attempts to tease a conversation out of her. On the one-week anniversary of the incident, she wore the same outfit from that day: an ivory button-up silk blouse, and her ebony stretch bell-bottoms with side-zipper.

As it happened, Valerie wore her same outfit from that day, a charming ivory blouse and ebony yoga pants. When Valerie noticed the coincidence, her smile brightened to create a dazzling array of wrinkles around the corner of her eyes that sent a flutter straight to Teresa's heart.

Valerie quipped, "Are we going for some sort of dress-alike theme now?"

"I wore them for the memories," Teresa said through half-closed eyes, her hands rubbing the tops of her thighs.

"Hmm, I think they gave me a whole new impression of you," Valerie responded, her voice barely a whisper. As Valerie's cheeks turned different shades of rose, she returned her focus to her work.

Teresa knew she was onto something. Yet, it still wasn't enough to confront what happened the previous week.

With a sigh, Teresa turned back to her screen, noticing a shared sentiment from her Chat, "We're sorry. We failed you." They said, their words appearing on Teresa's screen as a direct message. The Chat had always offered comfort, their collective wisdom and the intimate experiences they shared adding dimensions to Teresa's life that her everyday existence away from her computer lacked.

Though they had attempted to comfort her in her most fragile moments, she knew that after their advice to masturbate for Valerie's benefit at lunch, they had inadvertently opened the door to a maze she never considered entering.

"It's not your fault guys," Teresa sincerely typed and then sent. As she composed her next line, Chat interjected something that honestly surprised her, "And gals."

The phrase caught Teresa off-guard, reminding her that in this virtual space she shared, there were both men and women equally curious about the ins and outs of intimacy and kinks. She grinned, typing back, "Sorry about that."

"No worries. For many of us, you were our first time." Her female Chat members replied.

Teresa pondered their words, formally adopted into the ranks of the Chat group, she was unintentionally becoming a guiding force to many others on their journeys of becoming more confident in embracing their sexuality.

"I hope I was open to your experiences," Teresa confessed, her chest warming at the sentiment.

"Oh yes. At least we had you to talk to. We could not imagine going to family and friends with our first lesbian experience, especially one from an erotic chat site." Chat admitted, eliciting a gasp from Teresa.

"I understand completely. I didn't have anyone to talk to after my first experience, so I just kept it bottled up..." Teresa cut herself off and quickly turned her gaze to Valerie. "That’s it!" she gasped in epiphany. She mouthed a quick thanks to Chat and turned fully to Valerie while still seated.

"Hey Valerie, a personal topic," Teresa said, as she nervously fiddled with a nearby pen. Valerie looked up from her work, a confused expression etched onto her delicate features.

"Sure? What's up?" she asked, her warm blue eyes studying Teresa closely. Teresa took a deep breath, unsure whether to plunge into the depths of her inquiry.

"Have you ever felt the need to talk about any, well, embarrassing experiences?" Teresa blurted out, immediately regretting the suddenness of her question.

Valerie looked taken aback, as if Teresa somehow had the power to read her mind, and hesitated before responding with, "Well, there was this one time," her voice barely audible. Teresa found herself leaning in, her curiosity piqued as Valerie continued, "I had this embarrassing moment in college and wanted to talk to someone about it, but I just didn't know who would understand, you know?"

It was Teresa's turn to look taken aback, as she was sure Valerie would tell of last week's incident, but she quickly recovered and nodded in empathy, begging Valerie to continue. "Go on, please."

Valerie took a deep breath before continuing her story, "It was my freshman year, like right after orientation fresh. We were taken on a field trip. Can you believe that? A field trip? I felt like I was right back in High School." She laughed nervously, eyes skirting across the room before finally settling back on Teresa's curious gaze. "During the trip, there was this girl on the bus, well not a girl of course, a woman. I knew this when she kept flashing me her panties as she sat across from me. She wore pink daisy print underwear, skimpy looking things that left little to the imagination. I didn't know what to think or do about it, so I blushed and pretended not to notice."

Teresa couldn't help but let out a chuckle as she listened to Valerie recount her story. It brought back memories of her own college days and the oddball incidents that peppered those years.

Valerie continued, "Well, we get there, and we were told at the last second we really didn't have to get off the bus. The trip was all just to help us settle in. So, I of course, stayed on the bus; but she did too."

Valerie looked at Teresa with an earnest gaze. "I was kind of freaked out, honestly. I had nothing to compare this experience to, but I figured it's just some weird person on the bus. Especially when she started to rub her panties in that swollen spot. But as she did, I..."

Valerie paused for a moment remembering that day, her cheeks flushed slightly. "I started to get aroused, you know. I thought it was just me getting excited over the scenery. I thought something was wrong with me, like maybe I was weird or had some problem. I had never felt anything like that before."

Teresa's curiosity was now at its peak. She wanted to know what happened next, but she also wanted to be sensitive to Valerie's feelings. "What happened next?" Teresa asked softly.

Valerie hesitated for a moment before continuing her story. "That's when I started mirroring her actions. My hand slid under my dress, rubbing my lace-covered mound in the same rhythm as hers. I couldn't believe what was happening. I was on a bus, the other students could have been back any moment, and yet I couldn't help myself. I felt so dirty, so overwhelmed with pleasure that I couldn't help but continue. My breathing became heavier, and my moans escaped my lips despite my best efforts to suppress them. And that's when she climaxed."

Teresa leaned closer, her breath hitching at Valerie's confession. She knew she had stumbled upon something important, something that connected them both in the deepest way possible. Intimacy had never been so raw or authentic, and it left her craving for more.

"Tell me more," Teresa whispered, slowly closing her eyes as she focused on Valerie's confession. Valerie hesitated once more, clearly uncomfortable with revealing such a private aspect of her life, but Teresa's respectful demeanor seemed to ease her fears.

Valerie swallowed, "The woman shuddered as she climaxed, her hand moving in a circular motion against her crotch. It was like watching a live sex scene, and I couldn't look away. I was in awe of this mysterious woman's raw sensuality. In that moment, I felt an uncontrollable hunger that left me squirming in my seat, pushing my finger deeper than I'd ever gone before." Valerie whispered, her eyes meeting Teresa's with an intensity that made Teresa tremble. The memory of that field trip still burned in Valerie’s mind, as powerful as if it had just occurred.

"Go on," Teresa encouraged, her voice soft and gentle, but fervent. She needed to hear more, each word flowing into her like water, filling her up with a hunger that hadn't been sated since that fateful day one week ago.

"I pushed my fingers in deeper, feeling an intense rush of pleasure as they disappeared inside of me. I wanted her to see me vulnerable like that, to recognize my lust for her. She must have felt my gaze, because she looked up, right as I shuddered with my first orgasm." Valerie paused, taking a deep and ragged breath. Teresa was frozen in place, her breath hitching as she absorbed Valerie's enticing retelling of that day.

Teresa felt her own body responding to Valerie's story, her panties growing damp without a single touch. She couldn't believe what she was hearing, and yet, it felt so familiar.

Valerie continued, "It was like a silent agreement between us. We both knew what was happening. She saw the flush in my cheeks, the way my chest rose and fell with each heavy breath, and the slickness of my fingers, wet from my arousal. I felt completely exposed, but at the same time, I'd never felt more confident."

Teresa simply moaned, which Valerie reflexively took as a cue to continue, "The woman then crawled on all fours over to me and planted a wet kiss on my lips. It was an unexpected move, and I froze, unsure of how to react. She didn't push herself onto me but instead pulled back and whispered, 'Thank you,' And with that, she slid back to her seat, just as everyone else returned." Valerie fell silent, rubbing her thighs through her yoga pants, her breath hitching just a little as if the memory was still vivid in her mind.

Teresa barely registered Valeries conclusion, her own mind reeling from the unrelenting hunger, now ignited, sparked by the younger woman’s words. Her breath quickened as she struggled to process the story, her eyes drawn to Valerie’s legs. Ones that Teresa knew well, having fantasized about what lies beneath Valeries skirts and trousers on so many occasions. "Oh," Teresa shook herself back to the present, "Then what happened?" she asked.

"Oh, well, nothing. I never saw her again. I never really talked with anybody about it. My protestant prude of a mom would kill me. My stepdad would probably be so aroused he'd want to bed me. My lesbian friends thought it was simply, cute. So, I started seeing Brad instead." Valerie finished, as if resigned to her fate.

Teresa nodded in understanding, realizing now what her own female chat members were telling her. "My first time wasn't nearly as romantic, but it was passionate. I too had no one to talk to about it. Especially after I started having sex with a guy. He was older, experienced, and wow, could he rattle that thing around inside me. It was fast, furious, and insanely hot. I loved every minute of it." Teresa sighed.

Valerie stared at her, eyes wide with a mix of confusion and admiration. "So, you're not a lesbian?"

Teresa immediately countered as if she’d heard that question many times, "Well, that's just it, isn't it? I like sex with this one older man and now I'm no longer flying the flag. Or at least, that's what my activist ex-girlfriend claimed. My parents would rather I see only men, for the sake of appearances. Well, they're both full of it. The heart wants who it wants." Teresa took a deep breath and finished her thought, " I only wish I had someone to talk that through with instead of learning it the hard way."

A silence fell between the two women, each lost in their thoughts, processing the words just spoken. Teresa's pulse quickened as she considered the implications of her words, how they would be received by Valerie, and how far she would be willing to go in this delicate dance.

Valerie broke the silence first, "Last week, during lunch, I watched you masturbate." She paused, her eyes searching for the right words. It was as if she was trying to find the answer to a question neither of them had dared to ask. "I imagined it was me," she whispered, her voice barely audible. Teresa felt her heart race at those words, her body flooding with a sense of validation. Valerie had been watching, and she had wanted it to be her.

Teresa leaned back in her chair, her eyes never leaving Valerie's face. "I'm glad you shared that with me" she said softly, her voice gravelly with lust.

"Who does my heart want?" Valerie asked, her eyes wide with uncertainty.

"Let's find out, together." Teresa said as she unzipped the side of her stretch bell-bottoms, displaying her soaking wet panties.