Love me not

Days passed, with plenty of time spent with Tiffany, Lauren, and even Adam but very little time with the one she wished she could spend time with. He even worked straight through the weekend and said he would just sleep in his office. Again. She wished she could at least visit Eric at lunch like before, but not having a car made it impossible to get across town and back to work in time. And she was sure Adam would want to tag along if she asked to borrow the car.

"Jodie! Like, Earth to Jodie!" Tiffany waved a hand in front of Jodie's face.

"Oh, huh? Sorry, like what were we talking about?"

"We were, like, talking about your upcoming trip with Adam and you just spaced out."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"Pfft don't be. Happens to me all the time. But you're gonna be gone all weekend with Adam. We need to get you something really sexy for the trip."

"Why?" She knew why she just hated anyone else knowing what might happen.

"C'mon girl, everyone knows what happens when one of these execs takes a secretary on a 'business trip'." She punctuated her sentence with air quoted her bubblegum pink nails shining even brighter in the setting sun outside the cafe.

"I mean,like,...it doesn't always mean that...does it?"

This time Tiffany couldn't help but giggle at her naive friend. "Of course it does. The execs have their fun with us and move on to the next girl." Tiffany could see the look of confusion on her bestie and decided to take pity on her, "But maybe Adam won't do that this time."

"He's done this before?" The thought made Jodie hopeful, the prospect she would be free from Adam without having to hurt him sounded much better than the alternative.

Tiffany grimaced, mentally kicking herself for not thinking before she speaks, "I mean, like, in the past fer sure, but like he also never signed one of those dating thingies either."

"Oh." She bit her lip as she brought her cup to her lips, the glimmer of hope remained only to be swallowed up by doubt.

To Tiffany it just looked like a girl worrying if her boyfriend would dump her for someone else. "But like I said you guys are obvi dating. No other exec signed one of those couples contracts."

"None?"

Tiffany shook her head no, "Not even Adam so don't worry." Jodie frowned, every day she was reminded he was taking their relationship a lot more seriously than she was. She didn't like admitting to herself that she was in a relationship with two men. “But anyway, on to happier topics, we need to get you ready for Miami.”

“I have clothes.”

“Uhuh. Do you have a swimsuit?”

“Why would I need one?”

Tiffany was shocked, she knew Jodie was an airhead but this was beyond clueless. “Just trust me okay? Come on.” She finally took up Jodie’s hand and dragged her away from the outdoor cafe’.

Their girls drew many stares as they walked through the mall, their matching six inch heels clicking and clacking with every step ensured that no one was unaware of their presence. Tiffany wore a white tube top with a flower motif that curled around her chest and stopped above her belly button and continued along her matching skirt that barely qualified as thigh high. Jodie thought that her dress violated workplace dress codes for all but the seedier strip clubs. But no one ever seemed to complain.

Comparatively Jodie was dressed more conservative even though she wore a plain white top with a deep neckline putting her new cleavage on display it was just long enough to reach her skirt only exposing the slightest hint of her belly button. Her purple pinstripe skirt stopped just above her knee and black to stockings that did little to keep her legs warm outside but were perfect for mall walking. The six inch black heels Jodie had become more accustomed to over the hundreds of miles she walked in them since she first got them a month ago.

In the store Jodie gravitated to equally ‘conservative’ one piece bathing suits. Gathering three she found one that she felt would be her best choice given it had darker colors that wouldn’t draw too much attention and a sewn-in skirt that would hide any unsightly bulges should the water prove too rough. “Jodie!” Jodie hurried to the changing room where she heard Tiffany calling. “What do you think of this one?” Jodie’s eyes nearly fell out of her head when Tiffany stepped out of the dressing room wearing a hot pink string tie bikini. In that moment all Jodie could think about is taking her back into that tiny room and untying her thong, dropping to her knees in perfect view of her hairless p-’

'she’smyfriendshe’smyfriendshe’smyfriend’ Jodie repeated in her head and covered her front with the chosen swimsuits as she tried to will the eagerness in her member to go away. “You look...Well the boys are, like, gonna love it. And no doubt totally imagine you without that top.” Jodie laughed nervously before clearing her throat.

Tiffany smiled and gave Jodie a hug, “You are, like, too sweet, girl!” Jodie repeated her mantra in her head even louder as she returned the hug with one arm. Tiffany’s breast pressed firmly into Jodie’s did little to quiet her stirring below. She was once again thankful for her tight tuck kit that made a visible erection all but impossible. “Did you try yours on? How do they look?”

“Oh, uh no, but I got some I think will be good.”

“You need to try them on, sweetie. Come on.” Tiffany wasted no time in pulling Jodie into her changing room with her and closing the door behind her. The room was quite big enough for the two women, and possibly a third before it would be considered cramped.

“I-I um, like, can you, um, like, wait outside? Please.”

“Don’t be shy, it’s just us girls.” Tiffany waited for a few moments before she could tell she may be pushing the shy and nervous Jodie a step too far. While this only strengthened her resolve to help her gain confidence she understood where she was coming from. Her own confidence wasn’t immediate after her surgery either. “Okay, this one time. But honestly you have nothing to be embarrassed about.”

Jodie breathed a sigh of relief when Tiffany left her alone in the room to disrobe. Standing in just her underwear she couldn’t believe she had become so used to seeing the woman in the mirror with her breasts and smooth front. She wondered if she would miss it after they were gone. They had been annoying and painful at first but she slowly felt better with them, discovering they were an extra erogenous zone for her certainly went a long way to making her more comfortable with her new assets. Jodie frowned and quickly changed into her swimsuit, ‘Guys don’t like having tits.’ She reminded herself.

“I’m ready.” Jodie opened the door slowly revealing her floral print swimsuit featured tropical fauna only for it to come to a sudden stop at the hem of the black skirt, covering an equally black bottom. It did very little to call attention or accentuate her curves.

“...Jodie....”

“What?”

Tiffany laughed, “Well you look pretty like, obvi, but that’s, like, more you than the suit. Wait here.” Jodie blushed, getting compliments was something she still wasn’t used to, even less so from a sexy vixen like Tiffany. “Here,” Tiffany slung the two-piece over the closed door for Jodie to grab, “try this one on. The top was too loose for me but it might fit you.”

What Tiffany handed her was a bright red bikini that thankfully did not require Jodie to tie anything that could possibly come loose in an embarrassing pool or beach outing. Jodie frowned and disrobed once more. She had no problem with the bottoms, it was no different than a pair of panties with twin bands merging into a small triangle to preserve her modesty. The top, she found, was a totally different story. It was in fact a string bikini top as she feared. She managed to get it tied around her neck properly but tying the strings behind her back was a much more difficult task. “Ugh!” She groaned.

“What’s wrong?”

“I, like, can’t get this stupid thing tied.” Without warning Tiffany opened the door and stepped inside and closed the door behind her. “Hey!” Jodie instinctively covered her breasts with both arms.

“Do you want help tying it or not?”

‘No.’ “...Yes.” She admitted. She wasn’t sure why she wanted help doing something that would no doubt lead her further down a path of femininity.

Tiffany waved her hand in a circle telling Jodie to turn around. Quietly she adjusted the top once more before tying the dual straps together in a secure bowtie that Jodie could easily reach and undo for sunbathing or more….fun activities. “There. You look amazing. But that’s, like, a given.” She giggled, embracing her friend in a hug.

“Thank you.” Jodie held Tiffany’s arm as if to say, ‘don’t let go’, she felt no usual stirring in her loins but a warmness in her chest.

“Jodie?”

“Yes?”

“Can I ask, and I’m, like, totally not judging, but have you ever worn a bikini before?”

Jodie froze for a second, why wouldn’t she have worn a bikini in all this time? Finally she came upon a feasible half truth, “M-my mom was super con-con…, like, really religious. I couldn’t even wear makeup or I’d get in trouble so I just….never did. Plus I didn’t have anything worth showing off either.” From Tiffany’s face she seemed to buy her story but she still hated lying to her friend.

“That’s terrible. But, like, you live with Lauren now, you can and should, like, dress with more confidence.”

“I’ll try….maybe.”

“That’s all that matters.” She kissed Jodie’s cheek and hugged her tighter. “I love you, girl.”

“W-what?” Her words came as such a surprise Jodie had no time to hide her shock.

“I love you. You’re totally my best friend.” Tiffany saw her friend fighting back tears in the mirror and turned her around to face her. “What’s wrong?”

“N-nothing.” Jodie turned away trying desperately to gather her clothes so she could leave.

“Don’t lie, tell me.” She commanded, pulling Jodie to the small bench provided. "What's wrong?" Her usually loud and joyful voice was quiet and subdued but full of concern.

Jodie played with her purple skirt she managed to pick up before Tiffany grabbed her. "It's stupid."

"Obviously not if you're getting, like, this emotional over it."

"I um…you shouldn't, like, say those types of things if you don't really mean it."

"But I do."

"Fine….can we go? Please?" Tiffany wanted to press her for more information but knew dragging it out of her would only hurt her more.

"Okay."

In the end, Jodie bought the red two-piece before the pair returned to work. The rest of the day Jodie was distracted by her own thoughts, not that anyone else would notice from her usual behavior. Except for Adam who saw a noticeable change in demeanor. An hour before the end of the work day Jodie came into Adam's office immediately locking the door behind her.

"Did you enjoy your shopping?" Jodie nodded before stepping to Adam's bar and pouring herself a whiskey. "That's good. Shame I couldn't join you. I've been told I have quite the eye for fashion." Adam's laugh died out when Jodie swallowed the entire glass in one go. "Everything okay, babe?"

"Take off your pants."

"What's that now?" Jodie turned and faced Adam for the first time since lunch. Adam raised an eyebrow but was not one to turn down sex. Jodie removed her top and let her skirt and belt fall to the floor. Leaving her only in her bra, stocking and garter belt, and black heels as she walked slowly to Adam in his chair. Adam smiled, enjoying his girlfriend’s new more assertive role.

Jodie's hips swayed with each step, her heels clicking across his floor in a slow and muted tick, tack, tick, until she reached the corner of his desk where she sank to her knees. Adam's pants had been discarded under the desk allowing her access to anything she so wanted. Jodie rubbed her smooth, delicate hands across his smooth and toned inner thighs before reaching up and stroking the growing bulge in his underwear. "I want you." She whispered while tracing the outline of his cock with her purple nails she had been so glad to find a color that would match her skirt. Another twist of the knife.

"Jodie!" He shivered. "You want this?" Adam took his bulge in his hand stroking the full length and girth. Jodie nodded, mewling like an animal in heat. "He wants you too."

"Does he now? Let's see." Jodie pulled his underwear down allowing her access to the thing she wanted. Needed. She started with running her thirsty tongue up along his shaft and around his tip. When she finished lathering him up she stood. When she stood Adam reached for her panties eagerly only to have his hand slapped away. Jodie fixed him with a sultry smile while hooking her thumbs in her panties. Unbidden by any music she danced to a song in her head. Shaking her hips to the slow tempo and rubbing her panties on Adam's cock.

Jodie pressed her body against Adam's and reached up to caress his cheek. "Tell me what you want."

"You." Adam removed Jodie's bra. He gave her fingers a twist causing a moan to escape Jodie's lips. "Every." His right hand caressed her stomach. "Inch." Her thighs. "Of." Two fingers inside her panties. "You." Jodie grabbed Adam's wrist. She was lost in her pleasure too much and nearly didn't notice where Adam's naughty hand was going. Leaning forward she lowered her panties and slowly lowered herself onto Adam's cock. As Jodie bounced on his cock she was able to lend herself to the pleasure. Every bite. Every scratch. Every grope made her feel…. feel….

Adam pushed Jodie onto his desk gripping her hips he plunged himself even deeper inside her. Jodie no longer offered any resistance. His cock fit her hole perfectly. The pain was gone leaving only pleasure.

Jodie's whimpers soon became moans of pleasure until, untouched, she came in her panties once again. Adam was a few minutes behind her before cumming inside of her.

The couple redressed quickly and didn't meet again until the drive home. Adam wore expensively tailored suits with the highest thread count the company card could afford.

But still, Jodie missed the rough fabric of Eric's undershirt. But he wouldn't be home until late tonight...if at all and she needed comfort now. And Adam was still being strangely supportive. Eric understood. He'd been there for all of it after all. But he had enough stress these days. He didn't need a rehash of Jodie's childhood.

All day, while the world moved forward around her, Jodie was plagued by a rather simple question. One that carried more weight the longer it took to find the answer. 'Had they ever said they loved him?' The simple answer was yes. But, it was just a word people used to manipulate you. Guilt you. Excuse their sins. Jodie's first feelings when Tiffany said she loved her wasn't a warm fuzzy feeling but fear. She knew the truth. The one she learned long ago. She wasn't loveable.