—The Main Act—

Lu's POV.

''What are you talking about?'' I ask Andy as I sit down across from her. It's not unusual for her to be vague enough that it takes me a while to catch on.
''Fantasies.'' She says and I squint. ''Yeah, exactly.''

I shake my head, ''what kind of fantasies are we talking about?'' I ask her. I can tell she's picking her words carefully and I know only one subject that she's been this hesitant to talk about with me. ''Sexual fantasies?'' She nods. ''Whose?''

I can see her want to say Milo but she backs out. ''Guys' fantasies.'' I nod, encouraging her to go on. ''There's just something that…'' I can see that she doesn't know how to tell me.
I cock my head, ''what's Morton's fantasy and how weird is it?'' I ask her.

''He fantasizes about me with other people,'' she says, finally getting it out.
I think about it for a second, ''I don't think that is that weird,'' I tell her honestly.
''You don't get it, he fantasizes about me with anybody and everybody,'' she says. My eyes widen a bit, ''yeah. Basically anyone he meets…''

''You've been getting busy,'' I say as I lean back in the chair. ''So… what do you want me to tell you?''
''I don't know,'' she admits. ''I just… every time I see someone I think of what Milo must be thinking about when he meets them.''

''Over-active imagination.'' I lick my lips, ''when you say anybody and everybody, do you really mean…''
''Yes.'' She leans in a bit closer, ''even Les and I.''

I make a face at her. ''Yeah that is a little weird.'' I stare at her for a second, ''but do you also mean like…'' I don't want to say it and she frowns at me, ''you and I?'' I ask her, pointing back and forth between the two of us.

She nods. I sit there speechless for a second when the door swings open. Speak of the devil. Milo's standing there. His coat on, briefcase in hand. ''Dr. Delgado,'' he nods at me. ''Are you ready to go?'' He asks, looking over at Andy.

We both stand up and she nods at him with a smile. I see Milo go for the coat hanger behind her desk and as he does I put a hand on her arm and slightly spin her away from him. She looks at me confused as I slowly push her backwards, until she hits the desk behind her. For a split second I look at Milo-who is still oblivious- and then back at Andy, and I can see it slowly start to click.

''Lu-'' she begins to question quietly before I connect my lip to hers.

Let's see how he feels about his fantasies when they actually come true. Her lips feel soft against mine and I can feel her start to relax just a bit. I can feel the goose bumps on her arm and her sweet perfume fills my nose.

I can't remember when I've had such an intense first kiss with someone. Her eyes flutter close after a few seconds and without thinking about it I follow suit, melting into the kiss.

I take a deep breath as I break away, not realizing that I had been holding my breath. I glance over at Milo who is standing in the corner, holding Andy's coat in his hand, wordlessly watching us. He's always been difficult to read.

For a second I hesitate, he doesn't look the least bit impressed. I want to push his buttons, up the ante until he realizes this isn't what he wanted. But I don't want to give Andy more than she bargained for, although really she didn't bargain for anything at all.

Holding eye contact with Milo I lean back in for another kiss. I part my lips a little bit and softly drag my tongue across her lips, seeking entrance, my eyes close as I take it all in. I can hear a soft, small moan coming from Andy as we kiss more deeply. I can taste her minty breath as our tongues entangle, it takes just seconds before it feels like we're trying to swallow each other whole.

I move my body closer to hers until every piece of her is touching every piece of me. I can feel her hand land on my arm and slowly move its way up, finally cupping the side of my face. My hand on her hip starts to move up as well and I look over at Milo, holding eye contact with him as I cup her breast. The thin lace means I can feel everything, and I can feel the hard peak against my hand. I can see Milo swallow, and feel a moment of pride knowing that I got to him.

I can feel Andy's hand make its way into my hair, and though it's hard to think I know that I can take this further. Continue this until Andy tells me to stop, until I know that Milo will lie awake thinking about this for a long time to come.

I break away from the kiss for half a second, just enough to get Andy to open her eyes. Her dark eyes stare back at mine as I put one leg between hers, my pussy connecting with her thigh. I know she can feel the heat, the wetness. I bring my hands to the front of her button-up shirt and start to undo them.

I don't want to push her too far, and I know her boundaries most likely aren't as extreme as mine. I haven't kissed- or done much of anything else- with a woman before, but I know I am most likely more comfortable with my sexuality than she is.

I only open half the buttons before I grow too impatient and tear the upper half open, somehow only one button seems to fly off to the other side of the room. I'm surprised, but glad, that she isn't wearing a shirt underneath. No undershirt and no pantyhose means that this is probably as skimpy as I'll ever see her dressed. But I don't want it to be.

The thought surprises me and for a second I wonder when this became about feeling up Andy and not solely about antagonizing Milo.

I close the gap between us and connect my lips to hers again, feeling a knot in my stomach that wasn't there before. My hands independently seem to decide to push Andy's shirt further down. Her shoulders are exposed and her shirt is hanging down on her upper arms. But that's not what I'm interested in. My hands find their way back to her breasts and I make sure Milo is looking at us, seeing what I am doing, when I roll one nipple between my fingers.

His eyes seem to grow a bit bigger, no doubt completely unintentionally. Andy moans into my mouth and her hand on my hip seems to want to pull me closer, even though we're as close together as two human beings could possibly be.

We're nipping at each other's lips as I bring my leg up a bit, making sure it's resting against her core. I move one of my hands down and start to guide her. Her hips are rolling and I can feel the lace of her panties against my bare leg. I can feel her try to pull me closer to try to create more friction. I grab the hem of her skirt to move it up but it doesn't seem to make a difference.

Her soft moans grow a little louder as I start to move as well, against her thigh. One hand in her shirt on her back, the other on her hip and it isn't long before we find a rhythm. Her hand lands on my cheek and our kiss deepens. ''Ssh,'' I quietly shush her to make sure she keeps it down. The clinic is mostly empty but there's no reason to attract unwanted attention. Milo has the only ticket to the show.

Andy doesn't listen to me as she moves faster against my leg, seeming to lose the rhythm and I realize that without realizing it I've let this go a lot further than I had ever intended. I pull her as close to me as I can as her entire body starts shuddering. A load moan unwillingly escapes her lips and I push her into the desk to make sure that something is keeping her up. I can feel her leg twitch against me and though it feels good all I can think about is what I have done.

My hips stop grinding. I pull away from her a bit and bring my hands up, pushing her hair away from her face. Her pupils are large, her cheeks flushed, her mouth slightly open. She looks at me and I try to think of something to say.

I hear some rustling and look over at Milo, his briefcase held in front of him to no doubt hide his erection. I look back at Andy who is completely focused on me. Her hand lands on my ass as she pulls me in closer, moving her leg to try to create some friction. She puts her other hand on my cheek, forcing me to look away from Milo and focus solely on her.

This whole time I thought I was the one messing with Milo, completely in control over the situation. But now I am not so sure. Andy brings her hand up, grazing my breast before pushing my hair away and kissing my neck. The combination of her soft lips below my ear, her thigh against my core, her body underneath my hands… I can't help but let a moan escape.

This was never the intention. I was supposed to make Andy come undone in front of Milo. This was supposed to be about her. The tables have turned and I don't know how I let that happen. My head is against hers as she continues to nibble on my ear; it took her no time at all to find the most sensitive spots on my body. I slowly knead her breasts and hold eye contact with Milo.

I can see that he is conflicted between being aroused, being upset that I am as good as pleasuring his girlfriend as he is, and plainly at a loss for words. I grab the hem of Andy's skirt again, pushing it up as much as possible. I make sure to have it unequivocally clear what it is I am doing as I put my hand between her legs. I rub the lace against her, knowing how sensitive she probably is, and then push her panties to the side. I can hear some soft moans coming from her and Milo's jaw tenses up, but it almost feels like he's daring me to go on. To push the boundaries and see how far I can take this.

He doesn't know where Andy's boundaries are, just like I don't. I touch her slit so softly I barely make any connection. I can feel her clit and softly circle it once. I can feel a shudder go through her body. She stops her attack on my neck and I know without seeing it that her eyes just rolled back. ''More,'' I can feel her whimper in my ear.

I circle it again before slipping one finger in. She's hotter, wetter, and tighter than I expected. I slowly start to move my finger in and out, moving my finger in exploration until I find her g-spot. I know I've found it when I can feel her entire body tense, her nails digging into my side.

Where before it felt like Milo and the whole world completely disappeared, now I can't help but focus as much on him as I do on Andy. Her hot breath on my neck, the nails in my side mixing pleasure with pain, as well as the way she touches my ass in a way that somehow feels more pleasurable than I would have ever imagined possible, I moan softly and I can see by the ever so slight change on Milo's face that he's not happy.

It's one thing for me to take Andy by surprise and make her lose control until she comes undone in my arms, he never expected for her to make me moan as well. He was okay with Andy being the one receiving it but to know that she is as eager to please me as I am her, he didn't see it coming and I make a failed attempt at hiding a small smirk.

Andy and I had a rocking start to our friendship but over time we've grown closer than I had expected. It wasn't until after I had made her come that I realized how much I enjoyed having that power over her, knowing that if I wanted I could make her feel so good she forget her own name even. I had been happy when she started dating Milo, pushed her to go outside her comfort zone and be with him.

The morning after they had had sex for the first time I was proud of her for it, knowing that after 20 years with the same guy it couldn't have been easy for her. I had asked her how great it had been until she had looked away with a blush on her face.

I was happy for her, truly. But now all I wanted was to know that her next orgasm would be caused by me. Not Milo, not Les, not even Andy herself, not anyone but me.

Without warning I shove another finger in and I can hear a small shriek. Her legs tense up for a second, wanting to close, but I push them aside, keeping my leg between them. I give her half a second to adjust before adding another finger. I know I'm pushing her faster than I should. Her nails dig deeper into my arms and I know that I've had the desired effect. My fingers have found her g-spot and I started making a come-hither motion. I know you're not supposed to be the most gentle with this but I'm a lot rougher than I could have been, surprising even myself.

My hips have been grinding her leg this whole time, but only barely, wanting to focus more on her. From her breathing I can tell that she's getting close again. Something between a moan and a whimper escapes her lips and I can't say for certain that she's not in pain. That she hasn't grown too sensitive under my touch.

I grab her by the back of the head, my fingers lacing in her hair, and move her face to mine. Our lips connect again and it's sloppier than before. Between the moaning, whimpering, trying to breath, it looks more like we're attacking each other with our lips than actually kissing. I bite down on her bottom lip as I pump my fingers in and out of her cunt.

I break away from her lips. Her forehead is resting beneath my head and I can feel her hot, quick breathing against my chest. I bring my lips to her ear, ''do you want to come?'' I ask her, just barely loud enough for Milo to hear.
Her moans grow a bit louder and I look at Milo to make sure he's hearing every single one of them.

''Do you want me to make you come?'' I ask her. I can feel her nod against my shoulder. ''I want you to tell Milo,'' I say. I know I'm taking this too far. She tenses up against me for a second, like she had forgotten Milo was here until this very moment. My thumb finds its way to her clit and softly starts rubbing around it, and that's all it takes for her to come back to me. ''I want you to say it.''

''I want you,'' she puts a surprising emphasis on the word 'you', ''to make me come.'' Her head is buried in the crook of my neck and I can feel the sweat running down.
''I want to hear you beg for it.'' Milo's eyes seem as fixated on mine as mine are on his.
''Lu,'' I can hear Andy whimper in my ear.

''Beg for it.''
''Please.''
It's as soft as can be without being completely silent. ''Louder.'' I say.
''Please... Lu... Make me...''

My thumb is circling her clit faster and faster as my other fingers work on her g-spot and I know I've found a good rhythm when she's grinding her core against my hand. I feel like I'm losing control. My hand is getting tired but it seems to be on auto-pilot, doing the only thing it was ever meant to do. I no longer have control over how my hips move erratically against her thigh.

I can feel the heat grow in my lower belly and I can tell Andy is close as well. Her back arches, and so does mine. Our bodies moving in sync, being as close as we can be. Her sweaty skin melting together with my top. And then I can feel her falling, her entire body is tensed up and her head falls back as moan after moan fall from her lips. Seconds later I follow suit. Falling over the edge. My mind blanking and my entire body tensing up before trembling against hers. My vision goes black and for a moment I can only hear white noise. Our moans are melting together, and I can feel her hands holding onto my body not wanting to let go.

She collapses against me, her face burying itself in my neck. It takes her longer to come down than me, and as soon as I feel I can somewhat control myself again I pump my fingers inside her a few more times, circle her clit a few more times. Making sure to drag it all out as long as possible. One of her legs jolts up, her entire body having aftershocks.

I don't want to let go. I keep my fingers inside her, my face buried in her neck like hers is in mine, my arm around her keeping her close to me. I try to take a few deep breaths but don't dare look at Milo. I know he's watching us but I don't care.

Andy is the one to break away. She sits up on the desk and for the first time in what seems like forever our bodies aren't firmly pressed together. I remove my hand and immediately miss the heat. I miss the wetness, knowing that I was the one to make her that wet. I wipe it on my shirt and see that I drew some blood. Maybe that third finger was pushing it.

It seems to take forever before I feel I can look at her. She's sweaty, her hair matted against her face a bit. I can see dried up tears on her cheeks and know that just like the blood had told me I hurt her. Her pink button up is barely even on anymore, her skirt around her waist. Her panties have moved back into place and there's some blood on them. There's a trail of slickness on her thigh.

She doesn't meet my eyes, doesn't look at Milo either. She doesn't even attempt to put herself back together, she just sits there and tries to take it all in. Her breathing is somewhat shallow and she still looks a bit shaky. I want to apologize, or really just say anything at all. I want for Milo to not be here. I want to be able to take her in my arms but know that he would never let me. It's one thing to be fucking his girlfriend right in front of him, but being loving towards her would push him over the edge.

Finally, Andy seems to move. Her shirt is back over her shoulders, her skirt is being adjusted downward and I regret not having another touch. Just savoring the feel of her soft skin for a second longer. I grab the sides of her shirt and move to button it.

''I've got it,'' she tells me as she turns away from me, walking to the other side of the desk. She pushes her hair back behind her ears and wipes her face in a futile attempt to remove any trace of what just happened. Her shirt is buttoned back up and Milo holds up her coat for her. As she slides her arms in she makes eye contact with me for the briefest moment. She wraps her coat warm around her, as if she's suddenly cold.

We all stand in silence for what seems like an eternity. ''We should go,'' she says to Milo quietly.

Before I know it I'm alone, standing in her dark office that still smells of her juices mixed with mine. I sit down in one of the chairs opposite her desk as my legs suddenly feel weak. The reality of what just happened is sinking in and I feel at a loss of… everything. I don't know what to say, think, or do.

Jonas is waiting for me at home, and I know that I should go home and pretend that none of this ever happened. Pretend that Andy and I weren't ourselves just know. But we were. It may have happened before either of us had time to process it but it was her and I doing that. It was Andy and Lu, fucking like there was no tomorrow with Milo watching.