A/N: Hi guys. So this chapter is a lengthy as compared to the others but be patient because it is worth it ;) . THIS CHAPTER IS RATED M FOR SMUT. TURN BACK NOW IF YOU'RE GOING TO BE TRIGGERED.

It was a dreary Wednesday at the office. The rain was pouring uncontrollably. I was working tirelessly to meet my deadlines since it was the end of the month.

"Nishigaki, what the hell? Didn't I tell you to finish these since two weeks ago?" I shuddered at the sound of my boss's angry tone of voice. She was the head of the Human Resources Department. She now stood at my desk with her hands on her hips.

"I'm sorry. I had to finish the files before I could have gotten started plus accounts also asked me to look over these leave forms. Look Miss Sakurai, I will work overnight and in the weekend to complete them."

"You better! I got the directors yelling at me for not doing anything about the slackers in my office" she said as she stomped off to her desk.

I gasped silently. Of all the things I may be, a slacker was not one of it. I had this job for nearly three years now. I worked tirelessly and suffered from the occasional 'deathma' in order to complete my work. My boss, who was normally empathic, knew this, but today she was angry. Most employees behave like how she was at this time of the month, overworked and frustrated, some taking their anger out on others. I had gotten pretty used to it, but what Miss Sakurai said offended and maybe even hurt me. I tried my best to control my emotions and got back to work. I had always served her and respected her. I spent days and nights updating employees' performance sheets and records. Most of the time I spent working, it was with her. How could this woman possibly imply that I'm a slacker?

"So Nai-chan, have you heard of the new crepe van?" Elma said as she and I exited the humongous building that was our workplace.

"I can't say I have El-chan" I tried to sound calm so Elma couldn't pick up anything strange in my voice.

"Huh? What's wrong? You don't sound like yourself. Did something happen?"

I swallowed. How was this woman able to tell I was hiding my feelings?

After buying crepes from the new van Elma was speaking about earlier, we returned to my apartment. After I had taken off my shoes, I threw myself on the couch. The thoughts of the day came rushing back to me.

I got the directors yelling at me for not doing anything about the slackers in my office.

My boss's voice replayed in my head like a broken record. The word 'slacker' echoed in my thoughts as I felt hot tears pooling at the corners of my eyes. I had worked ever since I left school and this is what my boss thinks of me. I always try my best.

I rushed to my bedroom before I could have a breakdown in front of Elma. I saw her slightly turn her head as I speed-walked to my bedroom. She was currently looking in the refrigerator for something to eat.

Seeing my bed after such a long and frustrating day at work, I jumped in. I let all the tears out which I had bottled up for hours. I pulled the sheets over me and hugged the pillow to my chest. I lay curled up in fetal position. My pillowcase, wet, and my eyes, swollen from all the weeping. I began to feel a sense of release, physical and emotional, after letting my tears flood my pillow case. Immersed in my thoughts, I heard a slight knock on my door. I didn't reply. I had hoped Elma would assume I had fallen asleep and go away. But that didn't happen. I heard the door creak and then I heard tiny footsteps approach my bed.

"Nai-chan, what would you like for dinner?" Elma said in a low voice.

Somehow she knew I wasn't asleep or else she wouldn't have entered my room. Was this woman clairvoyant or something?

The only person who could tell that I was pretending to sleep and hiding my feelings were my mother. I did not expect that Elma would read me inside and out like mom did. I wondered again if Elma was superhuman, or god. Or maybe I was terrible at hiding stuff from her.

I slowly raised the covers from my face. I didn't sit up in bed for fear of Elma finding out I was crying.

"Anything would be ok." I responded.

She tilted her head. "Sure."

At dinner we didn't make much conversation. I flashed her a smile every now and then but every time I did, she would tilt her head and look me in the eye. I ate the udon she had prepared for me. We both took turns in preparing food. Tonight it was Elma's turn to make dinner. She was a good cook. She had told me that she tried to make the delicious stuff she buys, by following internet recipes. Well whatever she did, I thought it was amazing. She always gives her best at everything.

While she was washing the dishes, it was routine for me to help pack them in the cupboard, or vice-versa.

"I know something is bothering you. Do you want to talk about it?"

I was a little taken aback by the sudden break in the silence between us.

I tried to change the subject. "Oh it's nothing. Whew it's getting late. I'm gonna go shower."

She walked closer to where I was standing with the dish towel in my hand.

"You know Nai-chan. I am your friend. I will always be here if you want to talk about anything, ok?"

I nodded. I knew it was stupid. Big deal, my boss implied I am a slacker. Some other people have it rougher than me so why was I still feeling hurt inside?

Her eyes pierced me and for a second I was scared. I shifted my gaze to the floor. I didn't want her to feel like I was hiding anything from her. We're friends, after all. We're allowed to have our own privacy but as she looked at me with searching eyes, I began to feel compelled to tell her everything on my mind.

After a few moments of gazing at the floor with Elma standing just a few centimetres away from me, I began to spill the beans.

When I was done telling her everything, she looked at me sympathetically. Then she took my arms in her hands. She held both of my outstretched arms and looked me in the eye, her eyes piercing me once again. I felt like if I was under some spell as we both silently gazed into each other's eyes. I was beyond fascinated by the captivating orbs.

"Nai-chan. Don't bother with your boss. She was just having a bad day. You know how it is at this time of the month. In all seriousness, you are a hard worker. You're no slacker. She knows this. Hm, I'm sure everyone at the office know this."

Suddenly I began to feel sillier at my petty reaction to what my boss had told me. Elma was right. I told myself this before but the way Elma reassured me was comforting. Living on my own, and having no friends, it was unusual to open up to someone else and be honest. It felt good. No it felt great that I was able to speak so openly to someone.

I saw Elma reach in the bottom right cupboard and brought out a green bottle of sake. She got out two glasses.

"Let's have a drink. Let's toast to the end of a long harsh busy month. Let's toast to all the work we have completed and to hell with what we didn't finish." Her voice was higher and rougher. I laughed secretly at her energy. I was glad to have her around.

She quickly poured the sake in the two glasses and downed one. I did the same. I wasn't much of sake fan. I preferred lite beer. But that night, I don't know what overcame me. I just knew I wanted the bottle of sake, drop-less.

I poured another glass and downed it. Elma followed suit. Then she poured another and another. We both drank until the bottle was drop-less.

On the sofa, both of threw back, talking and giggling. I cannot remember what we talked about but I do remember me trying to get up from the sofa and collapsing on top of Elma.

I landed on her. A pair of brown eyes and blue eyes locked for what felt like eternity. As if in some trance, I felt my face leaning closer to Elma's. Before I knew it, I planted a kiss on her lips. My heart quickened at the feel of her tender lips on mine. She didn't resist. Instead she kissed back, deepening our kiss with her hard sweet tongue. Her mouth literally tasted like crepes, udon and sake. I savoured the sweet taste of her mouth. Her tongue continued to explore my mouth as both our eyes shut. Soon we broke the kiss for air, leaving a trail of saliva connecting our mouths. I was in heaven. If someone killed me in that very moment, I would have gone peacefully and happily.

Elma stuck out her tongue and leaned closer to my lips. As her tongue, probed my mouth, she unbuttoned my shirt and slid her hands to my cardboard-stiff breasts. I found myself loosening the green tie and unbuttoning the white shirt she had worn to work. Her 44D breasts were on display when I had done unhooking her bra. I wanted to touch them ever since I had met her and I had my chance! In my hands, her breasts felt like giant marshmallows. I squeezed them. I felt her nipples harden as I tweaked and rubbed them. She did the same to me.

My apartment was small, just one room and a separate bathroom. This meant that the bed was not far from where we lay making out. She put her feet on the ground and I climbed off the sofa too, none of us stopping the kissing and fondling. She grabbed me the waist and I slung my feet between her waist. In her strong arms, she carried me to the bedroom. By now I wasn't surprised by her superhuman strength. I was a heavy girl but never did I imagine that any lover would carry me to the room, the way she did. We backed up to the bed. I found myself falling on the mattress and she fell on top of me, our half-naked bodies still connected.

I felt her thick thigh between my legs. My breathing was dramatic as I felt the pressure from the older woman on my wet core.

I felt her nibbling on my neck. She planted kisses on my collarbone. I moaned with every kiss and nibble. My entire body was tingling. She began to suck on my breasts like a baby nursing from its mother, making lewd slurping noises as she did so. She continued exploring my body with her hands and mouth.

She blew into my left ear. This was unbearable. I wanted her… No I craved her now.

She whispered "Dragon-style" in my ear. At the time I was confused.

Was that a new position or technique? I was too drunk to think any further.

My vision was cloudy from the drunken lust. Soft moans escaped both of our mouths as she continued planting kisses on my torso. Finally she reached my lower region. With a swift motion of her bare hands, my skirt was off and on the floor! She slid off the black cotton panties I was wearing too.

Her fingers found my sex and with our mouths together, Elma gently but inexorably mapped my pussy and clit, in ever smaller circles she drew her hand's attention to what was swelling beneath my hood, invoking physical sensations unlike anything I had ever experienced. Elma played with body as if she'd been doing so for years and within minutes I was wrapped around my friend's hand, convulsing through the orgasm I had that wasn't self-induced, in a long time.

Sensing that I wanted more, Elma slid one finger right into my wet and wanting channel.

I threw my head back and moaned, "Oh God, yes."

Elma drove the digit into me hard and fast, not taking any time to warm me up with niceties.

Then I felt her slide another finger into me resulting in me letting out a long moan. I circled my arms around her neck. All shame had been thrown far to the wayside for both of us as we indulged in our intoxicated fervour.

Elma held two fingers up to my mouth and ran them along the lower lip, asking for entrance. Taking the hint, I opened my mouth and sucked those fingers, running my tongue all along the digits. Just as quickly as Elma had put them in, she removed them from my mouth to travel down to my engorged clit.

I panted at the incredible sensation of having two of Elma's fingers inside of me and the other two working tight circles around my clit. I was so stimulated I thought I might just explode at any moment.

I saw the older woman gaze down at the girl who was a stuttering, trembling mess and grinned. She must have been thinking that this was a delicious sight to behold.

"Nai-chan, are you enjoy this?"

"Yes god yes Elma baby! Faster. Fuck me faster!"

She pinched my clit. "Hey, who's the boss?"

I couldn't believe this was happening. I was having hot sex with my crush and she was a dom. Who knew? A dominant lover was everything I had wanted, for years.

"You are" I replied with a reddened face.

She pinched my clit and my nipples this time. "Say it louder!"

"You are the boss Elma! YOU ARE THE BOSS ELMA JOUII!"

She grinned again. With a slight sense of prowess in her movement, she brought her face between my thighs. She dove in.

She started with shallow licks, slowly wetting her lips with saliva. She moved up and down, making sure to cover all of it. I moaned softly, which made her grin. She moved up, and started to give some special attention to my clitoris. More wordless, contented noises escaped my mouth.

Happily, Elma kept licking, going deeper, while slowly moving down one hand to touch herself.

My body was hers. It had been a long time since I had felt so…wanted. My hips rolled with a hungry need. The nerve endings throughout my body stood to attention, screaming with pleasure. I yelled with delight as she worked her magic on me. I had hoped the neighbours wouldn't hear me.

In and out, deeper inside me, her tongue went. "Oh yes, please more" I begged with such a need. Elma complied, giving me what I needed. My body responded, feeling myself being brought to a new wave of ecstasy. She lifted my legs higher, finding more of me to please. My head rolled up, looking towards the ceiling, as I cried out for Elma. Her name, lingering on my sweet lips.

I could have felt the moans of her vibrations deep inside my core. I gripped her dark hair as I felt myself about to erupt. I couldn't hold it any longer. I trembled feverishly. It felt as though I was falling from the earth around me. My orgasm exploded. It was strong and powerful. She licked up every drop of my juices.

The release of her mouth from my clit made me pout. She came up and covered her mouth with mine.

"Mmmm mm" we both moaned simultaneously.

"Your turn" she whispered seductively.

We went at it til' morn.

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