Prepping for the Gala (Rachel's POV)

Rachel’s nerves were buzzing as she put the finishing touches to her hair and make-up. She knew tonight was a big event and despite having planned, prepped, and gotten everything in order she still felt like it was her first day in court. The gala was meant to be a soft launch for the small fashion business her and a college friend had dreamed up years ago. After years of law school, her messy break-up from her ex-fiancé, getting married, having kids, the dream had been put on hold, but thanks to Thomas’ encouragement and support… and her friend’s nagging, she had chipped away at the idea of making the dream a reality over the last several years. Her father, on the other hand, hadn’t been too happy about the idea, having hoped that she’d take his seat in the firm someday, but Thomas had pushed her to follow her passion.

“Woah,” Thomas said as he walked into the bathroom. “Ma’am. I’m sorry to tell you this, but I’m married and I don’t care how many Hollywood movies you’ve been in, but… if my wife sees you here…”

Rachel shook her head and smiled. “Do I really look that bad all the other times you see me?”

Thomas scrunched his face and then moved in behind her and kissed her bare shoulders before he leaned over and looked at her through the mirror. “Not at all my love, you always look amazing, but you are extra amazing looking tonight.”

Rachel spun and looked up at the handsome man she had married so many years ago. The man that had helped pull her out of the darkness after her break-up, back when she thought she was done with men and done with love.

“Really? You don’t think it’s too much, especially for someone my age?” She stepped aside and did a little twirl in the long red halter dress she had been convinced to wear, despite her ****.

“You’re what, twenty-five?”

Rachel rolled her eyes. “I’m serious. I could wear that black dress I brought from home?”

“Rach. You’re hosting a gala for your new fashion company. That sexy red dress says, ‘Yes, I’m her, I’m the Boss Bitch… erm, just Boss? Girl Boss?” Thomas stammered, “... um, whatever the good, PC female boss term is these days ‘and I am sexy as hell. Now buy something.’”

Rachel’s shoulders slumped as she shook her head. “People aren’t supposed to be buying anything. They’re investing, IF they like what they see and hear.”

“Well, I say, ‘Take my money.’ Oh wait, too late.”

“You’re ridiculous. But honestly, the slits aren’t too high?” she said, lifting the side of her dress. “I mean, it pretty much shows off my whole leg.”

Thomas then moved in and ran his strong, warm hand over her exposed skin and let out a soft groan which sent a jolt of warmth up and between her legs. “Mmm, nope. Feels like a perfect leg to me.”

“Stop.” she teased. “I have to finish getting ready. We can’t all just slap on a suit and tie, run our fingers through our hair, and walk out the door.”

“Don’t be jealous,” he teased. “Though to be fair, I should probably leave now or else I might not be able to walk out the door.”

Rachel bit her lip as she followed her husband’s gaze down to the slight bulge at the front of his pants. “Yeah, you might want to sort that out before you go back out there.”

“Care to help?” Thomas asked with a mischievous grin.

“Ha.”

“Guess that’s a ‘no’?”

“It’s a… ‘maybe later’,” she grinned. “if I’m not too tired. But not now,” she said, shooing him out of the bathroom.

Thomas smiled and shrugged his shoulders before he kissed her head and left. She still very much got turned on by her husband, but with so much going on in her life she hated how she had so little time for him, the kids, and just being herself outside the courtroom and office. She knew she hadn’t done her best to work on the things their therapist had recommended. The beach house was supposed to be a change of scenery and Aubrey had been meant to help her and Thomas have more time for each other and reconnect. They had a few moments here and there throughout the summer, but not as much as she would’ve liked and she knew not nearly as much as Thomas would’ve liked. She knew a strong relationship was built on more than just sex and they did talk at night, but often she was the one to fall asleep on him after a long day.

Despite the sun and surf, she hadn’t slept well at the beach house. She didn’t know if it was the unfamiliarity of a new place, not being in her own bed, or having a beautiful woman in the house with her kids and husband that had her so on edge and restless for most of the summer. Not to mention the long drives into the city each day.

When the idea of a nanny had been proposed she was against it, not wanting her kids to bond with some stranger and not her or Thomas. Then when some young, beautiful, busty brunette showed up at their beach house her mind went into overdrive. This girl, no, woman was going to be padding around in swimsuits and summer clothes around her husband. She knew Thomas was faithful, but after her ex-fiancé she always had that fear in the back of her mind. As much as she loved Thomas and knew he loved her, it was hard to not look at Aubrey. Despite the cliché, Rachel never had a bisexual or lesbian phase in college, but even she had to admit that she felt attracted… or maybe jealous of Aubrey’s good looks. She had even had a dream or two about her, and those really shook her.

“Hey!” Rachel jumped when she heard Aubrey’s voice. “Oh, I’m sorry.”

Rachel smiled, “Oh no, you’re fine. I was just lost in another world.” Rachel then looked up at the towering Amazon and her beautiful smiling face.

“Thomas sent me to check on you.”

“You mean, to hurry me up.”

Aubrey chuckled. “You know how men are, so impatient and they have no idea what it takes to make all this happen.” Aubrey said as swept her arms over her body.

“Well, you’re still young, so for you… a lot less work, but for me…”

“Are you kidding? You look super hot Mrs. … Rachel.”

Rachel smiled. She had been hard on Aubrey at first, having hated when she called Thomas by his first name, insisting she and him be addressed as Mr. and Mrs. Weston, in hopes of keeping any familiarity at bay. Not that it would have mattered if she called Thomas by his first name or last, Aubrey was the kind of girl that she could probably seduce any many no matter what she called him. But over time they had talked and Rachel got to know Aubrey and soon she felt a sort of kinship with the young goddess, though she still kept her guard up in case it was a ruse. The kids adored Aubrey and while Thomas seemed to keep his distance around her, she could tell that Aubrey made him nervous. Hell, she made Rachel nervous.

Rachel then looked Aubrey over. Aubrey had opted for a similar floor-length style halter dress but in a muted slate blue and minus the slits up the legs. Still, despite the muted style compared to her own dress, the fabric of Aubrey’s hugged her every curve, leaving very little to the imagination. Rachel also couldn’t help but wonder, as smooth as it looked on her, if her young nanny was wearing a bra or panties underneath. Rachel had managed to find a strapless bra and matching thong to go with hers, in hopes that maybe she wouldn’t be too tired when they got home, but still.

“That dress looks amazing on you by the way.” Rachel said. “I still wish you would’ve let me put you in the show.”

Aubrey blushed. “I’m not much for attention.”

“I don’t think you really have a choice with that dress.”

Aubrey smiled. “I’m just glad I was able to convince you to wear one of your friend’s dresses.”

Rachel shook her head. “I know, but the brand isn’t really for these types of dresses.”

“Still, I’m glad she had some for us to try on, and who knows, you might want to branch out in the future. Try something new.” Aubrey said with a grin. Aubrey then stepped in closer to Rachel and moved her finger over Rachel’s lips, her gentle finger gliding over her skin softly. Rachel stepped back, slightly frozen in place. “Sorry, you had an eyelash.”

“Oh. Thanks.” Rachel stammered.

She couldn’t figure out why Aubrey had such an affect on her, but she did. It was almost as if Aubrey had an energy about her, an energy that just demanded that you give yourself over to her. It was so intense that Rachel could recall dreams she had over the summer about her. Dreams about them kissing and touching each other, their hands running over each other’s body, so gentle and tender and different from a man. And then there were the more erotic dreams. The ones Rachel tried to forget. The ones where Aubrey was down between her legs, much like Thomas had been so many times, but in her dreams Aubrey was once again a different experience, despite her lack of experience with another woman. Aubrey’s lips, tongue, and touch were so much softer but at the same time just right as if she knew exactly what to do when and how. Rachel assumed it was her mind again, knowing that if she ever were ever to be with a woman in real life she’d maybe know what to do, not out of experience, but out of knowing her own body as a woman. She knew not every woman was the same and what turned her on differed from what turned someone else on, but living in a woman’s body was different than trying to understand it from an outsider’s perspective, even if Thomas knew all her favorite spots and how to turn her on.

“You okay, Rachel?”

Rachel blinked a few times, snapping out of her haze. “Uh, yeah, sorry, I think I’m just getting warm in here. The blow dryer, my nerves...”

Rachel looked up at Aubrey. She had that same sweet smile that had angered and intimidated her when they first met, but somehow it had worn her down over the summer. Aubrey then leaned down and before Rachel could react she felt Aubrey’s soft, warm lips on hers. She wanted to pull away, be upset, but instead she felt her eyes closing as if this were like all her other dreams about her nanny. The dreams that had her waking up soaking wet and so turned on.

One of the dreams early on had been so intense that she had sex with Thomas while she was sleep walking… or sleep sexing. She had thought the whole thing was a dream, despite feeling the next morning like she had had sex, but when Thomas later confronted her she had to do her best to play it off as having had too much to drink.

Rachel’s lips parted as Aubrey’s tongue found hers in what felt like an all too familiar dance. She could feel that warmth between her legs, that Thomas had started moments earlier, growing and building, but unlike with Thomas she couldn’t find a way to hold it at bay, not until Aubrey pulled away.

“Don’t worry, Rachel.” Aubrey smiled. “Just relax and enjoy your night. You got this!”

Rachel stood there for a moment, slightly stunned before slowly starting to feel her nervousness slipping away. She then looked up at Aubrey who was walking out of the bathroom.

Aubrey then looked over her shoulder at Rachel. “Tonight is going to be great.”

Author's Note: Hey Readers! Sorry I'm slow on the updates, but thanks for sticking with me thus far and I hope you're still enjoying the story. For this chapter I decided to change it up a bit and give us a glimpse into Rachel's POV. This was fun for me. One, as a change of pace and two, to reveal a few more things about the mystery of Aubrey and her interactions with Thomas AND Rachel. While I still plan to keep with Thomas' POV, I thought this was a good place to show a bit of Rachel's perspective and experience of things thus far.

P.S. To any female readers I hope I did Rachel justice, even if just a bit. I know this whole story is pure, unabashed male fantasy, but I tried to approach this chapter with some authenticity and less of a "don't all girls have pillow fights in their underwear and in full make-up before having lesbian sex?" type of thing.