An unexpected pass is made.

Ms. Taker laughed, and learned into you, away from Amy. As she did you caught a whiff of **** on her breath.

?You know, hun actually I came here to talk to you. The papers for Ellen are something she ask for months ago. She?s probably forgotten about them already.? Wendy sat back up and paused looking into Amy?s eyes intensely for that brief moment. Amy body language instantly changed, as did her tone of voice.

?What happened? What?s wrong?? Amy says.

?I left my husband, I told him I don?t find our life together meaningful anymore.? Wendy says in a monotone.

?Should I go? This sounds like something you might want to talk about in private? You say as you rise up off of Ellen?s bed.

Seeming to snap out of her subdued mood and back to her previous one, the advisor shakes her head vigorously. ?No. I really don?t care anymore. And it?s all going to be part of the Widley rumor mill soon anyway. ? Lurching forward, Wendy Tasker grabs your wrist and pulls you back to the bed, but as you sit, she falls forward into your chest, and then awkwardly pushes herself back up.

?I?ve been drinking.? She whispers.

?It?s okay, Wendy. I?m glad you finally did it. You deserve to be happy, and not have to hide your true self away.? Amy leans forward, wrapping her arms around the older woman, and kisses her lightly on the cheek. Wendy?s arms snake around Amy, rubbing up and down her back, and then she kisses Amy forcefully on the lips, before Amy is able to break away, and pull herself back.

?Slow down sweetie.? Amy says.

?I want you.? The older woman answers, her voice filled with desire.

You?re not sure where this is all going, and if Amy wants you to intercede or not. You?re also wondering when Ellen is going to get back . You edge your way back towards the desk and the head of Ellen?s bed, picking up the pillow, you set it on the desk.

?Wendy, you?re going too fast.? Amy says, holding Wendy?s arms at her sides. The older redhead kicks off her shoes, and they land among the clutter on Amy?s side of the room. Breaking away from Amy?s grip, Wendy grabs Amy?s arms, and pulls her close, her kisses her several times on the neck. Amy resists and strains from Wendy?s grip, but you think should could put up more resistance if she really wanted to.

?Do you need some help?? You ask looking at Amy as she pulls Wendy close and returns your gaze over the older woman?s shoulder.

?No, it?s okay.? she says mouthing the words and shaking her head.

Wendy breaks Amy?s embrace, and turn back to look at you, her eyes narrowing. ?Why, did you want to join us??

?No, that?s okay.? You respond, not quite sure how to react to a drunk older woman so totally overcome by her lust.

Shrugging, Wendy turned back to Amy and, slid her hand over the younger girl?s breasts and kneaded them gently. Amy gasped and placed her hands over Wendy?s. ?Stop, Wendy!? Amy says, but makes no move to push Wendy?s hands away. Instead, closing her eyes, and tossing her head back. Eventually placing her hands on top of Wendy?s head, and running her finger through her hair.

?You?re such a pretty girl.? Wendy says as she pulls Amy?s t-shirt up and over her ample cleavage, exposing the sheer black bra you glimpsed earlier. Wendy lowers her face to Amy?s chest, and lightly bites one of her nipples through the sheer material. The other nipple she pinches and rolls between her thumb and forefinger. After a few moments, Wendy reaches up under her skirt, and her hands move to her waist, after a few moments she slides a pair of silky white panties with a rose pattern down her legs and to the floor. ?She must be wearing stockings.? you think to yourself as the women once more embrace.

Finally, Amy pulls her shirt down, and takes Wendy?s hands in hers. ?Wendy, Scott?s here. We?re not alone, and Ellen will be back soon. We can?t do this. You could get in trouble if anyone found out.? Amy?s eyes look into Wendy?s pleadingly. Amy isn?t the sassy confident young women you?ve seen up to this point in your visit.

?I don?t care.? Wendy gasps and slips a hand between Amy?s legs, working it back and forth over the girl?s mound. ?Take off your clothes!? Wendy says as she reaches with the other hand and unbuttons the top of Amy?s jeans.