Natasha and Ariana A Love Story

Natasha Ohlsson sat at her table waiting for her date, wondering if Ariana would arrive.

Natasha sat there, wearing a simple black dress and matching patent-leather pumps, legs crossed, even though sitting still was impossible at the moment, but somehow she did it, even though it cost her everything to not go to the hostess and check if Ariana was there. But, with every deliberate, intentional inhale and every exhale, she made herself be patient.

Either Ariana would show -- or she wouldn't.

Things could just as easily go either way.

Natasha pulled her phone out of her little patent-leather clutch purse and glanced at it just to make sure. At least there were no awkward text messages saying she couldn't make it. So there was that at least.

* * *

Earlier that day, Ariana Rossi had entered the Human Resources office, nervous and uncertain, knowing only that a friend had referred her there, because they had openings.

And Ariana needed a job -- quickly.

Her time, or rather her money, was running out.

That was her main thought as she entered Human Resources on the first floor, her boot heels clicking on the tile floor.

Even though the day was turning warm, she wore a soft grey cashmere turtleneck sweater with a black leather pencil skirt and knee-high black leather stiletto boots, carrying a black leather handbag.

"Can I help you?"

Aria turned to face a blonde woman, wearing a white silk blouse with a black spandex pencil skirt, fixed with a black patent-leather belt, balancing on sky high stilettos, her bottle-blonde hair pinned back with lots of hairpins.

Aria liked her on sight, and she didn't know why.

But she said, "Yes, I've heard you have openings in clerical."

The blonde smiled. "Yes, indeed we do. Would you like to fill out an application?"

"Yes, please," Ariana said.

"Right this way," the blonde lady said, leading her to one of the many computer terminals. "Can I ask how you heard of us?"

Aria drew the card from her purse and said, "Yes, a friend of mine who works here gave me a referral."

The blonde's face lit up. "Excellent! So you're spoken for. By the way, I'm Natasha. My friends call me Tasha. Obviously I work here in Human Resources."

Aria smiled in return. "Nice to meet you. I'm Ariana."

"Like the singer?"

"Yes, like the singer. Aria for short, if you like."

"Aria," Tasha said thoughtfully. "Isn't that Italian?"

"Yes. It means melody, like from an opera song."

"Melody," she repeated. "I think I like the long form. But let's get you started on an application, shall we?"

"Yes, let's," Aria replied. "But then what?"

"One thing at a time, honey," Tasha said, pulling out a chair for Aria. "Fill out this application and we can get you started."

Not sure about the term of endearment but glad to be proceeding, Aria sat at the computer terminal and got to work, playing the keyboard like a master concert pianist.

Just a few minutes later Aria pushed her chair back.

Tasha asked, "All done?"

"All done," Aria replied.

"Good," she said. "Let's save you in the system... okay." She turned away from the computer to face Aria. "When can you start?"

"Uhm... seriously?"

"Seriously," Tasha said. "Why?"

"Well, usually there's a first interview, and a second--"

"You've been vouched for," Tasha told her. "That's all I need to know. So--when can you start?"

"Uhm... today's Thursday. So how about Monday?"

"Excellent," Tasha purred. "Monday it is."

* * *

It was all Natasha could do to be patient and not rush things between her and Ariana, who was Italian and beautiful and feminine, so much so that Natasha wanted to bed her, to have her all to herself, because she was pretty sure that Ariana had not had sex in a long time, so much so she was practically a virgin.

At least, that was the impression she got.

It was bad enough that Natasha had hired Ariana for no other reason than she liked her, even though her resume ticked all the boxes for the job she was applying for. That helped.

Natasha was into both men and women -- bisexual -- but she hadn't been with another woman in quite some time. She had been wanting to break her pussy drought but nobody gave her the right feelings quite like the Italian beauty that came into the Human Resources office that day.

But her chance came soon enough.

Aria came into HR one day. Tasha had been at the front desk. At Aria's entrance, she lit up. "Ariana! To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"I have a question," Aria told her.

Tasha was all too willing to help with her, uh, question, after which she said, "Now I have a question."

"What?"

"How would you like to have dinner with me?"

"Are you asking me out on a date?"

"Yes, indeed I am," Tasha replied. "So how about it? You and me, sexy clothes, time and date to be decided."

"Uhm..."

"Tell you what," Tasha said, dropping her voice to a discreet level. Sliding a note across the counter, she said, "This is my number. Let's talk on the phone tonight. Better get back to work."

"Uhm, right," Aria said, blushing bright red as she put the card away.

* * *

Tasha had called her later that same day, and the two of them had fixed up the date and time of their date.

Now, the only thing Tasha could do... was wait.

* * *

She wouldn't have to wait long.

Aria was, at that moment, driving to the building where the restaurant was located -- a quite exclusive rooftop restaurant with a wait list months in advance.

Aria wasn't sure she wanted to know how Tasha was able to secure a reservation. That was her main thought as she parked at the valet, exchanged a tip for a claim ticket, then entered the foyer in search of the elevator.

In moments she was on her way to the top floor.

Just a few minutes later the elevator door opened on the top floor, to be greeted by a busy restaurant. The bar was thick with people, and waiters and waitresses came and went.

Directly ahead was the hostess, a French beauty with raven hair and bright blue eyes, who greeted Aria with, "Good evening."

"Hi," Aria replied.

"Did you have a reservation?"

"Uhm, she might be here already, but it's under Natasha Ohlsson--"

"She's been waiting for you," the brunette replied in a discreet tone, reaching for a menu. "Let me take you over to your table."

"Thank you," Aria said with a smile.

From the hostess station, Aria followed her across the restaurant to a table in the far corner, with a commanding view of the city. Although the sunset was already in progress, it promised to be glorious.

When the hostess reached Tasha's table, she broke out in a huge smile, rising from her seat to give Aria a kiss on the mouth. She pulled back and said, "Ariana, honey, I was beginning to wonder."

"Am I late?"

"Not at all," Tasha told her. "It's just that--never mind. Let's sit down, shall we?"

Tasha pulled out a chair across from hers. Blushing, Ariana took her seat, while Natasha took her seat.

The hostess handed her a menu and told her, "Your waitress will be with you shortly."

"Thank you," they chorused.

The hostess returned to her station.

"Ariana, how was your day?"

"Not too bad," Aria replied. "How about you?"

"Pretty good, actually," she said. "You look beautiful, Ariana. Red is definitely your color."

Aria's cheeks turned flaming red. "Thank you," she murmured.

"Oh, honey," Tasha said softly, extending her hand across the table to touch Aria's.

Ariana did not take her hand away.

"I hope you're hungry," Tasha told her. "The food here is excellent."

"As a matter of fact, yes," Aria replied, as she studied the menu. "Recommend anything?"

"You'll like the pasta."

"Okay," Aria replied, studying the menu further. "How did you get a reservation, anyway? I happen to know this place has a waiting list a mile long."

"I know some people," Tasha replied, as she scanned her own menu, but didn't explain further.

Aria was sitting there, studying her menu -- when she felt something soft brush her leg.

She risked a look down. Tasha was playing footsie with her! Glancing up, she then saw Tasha scanning her own menu, with a look that took her breath away.

Aria gasped.

"What, honey?" Tasha's question was delivered in a totally innocent tone.

"Stop that," she said. "I'm going to forget what I want."

"I'm hoping that's right in front of you," Tasha said in a sly tone.

"Well that, too. I meant what I'm having for dinner."

Tasha winked. Then she carefully withdrew her leg, brushing her shoe against Aria's, and just in time, as their waitress came over. "Good evening, ladies," she said in a perky tone. "I'm Lisa and I'm going to be your waitress."

"Hi," they chorused.

"Are you guys ready to order or would you like some more time?"

"I think we're ready now," Tasha said, glancing at Aria, who nodded.

"Okay, what can I get for you?" The waitress got her notebook out.

* * *

Tasha was telling the waitress, "No, thank you. If we could have the bill, we'll be going."

The waitress gave a single nod. "Be right back."

Aria gave a quick look around the place and was rather suprised to see hardly anyone was around except employees -- and that it was almost ten in the evening.

Two hours had flown by.

When the waitress brought the bill, enclosed in a black leather folder, Aria made to reach for it, but Tasha said, "No. I asked you out so let me get it."

Aria blushed. "Okay."

Just a few quick minutes later, the waitress brought back the bill along with Tasha's debit card. "You ladies have a great evening."

"Thank you," Tasha and Ariana chorused.

* * *

Once the bill had been paid, Aria could sense Tasha was reluctant to end the date, because she had felt the same. The fact that two hours had flown by could be explained no other way.

"I don't suppose you drove over?" Tasha asked as they finally made their way to the elevator.

"Sure did," Aria replied, jingling her car keys.

"Cool," Tasha replied.

"Do you need a ride home?"

Tasha was blushing this time. "Yes."

"How did you get over here?"

"Took the subway from work," Tasha explained.

"You must have brought an outfit with you to work," Aria realized.

"No comment," Tasha said, turning bright red.

"I think you're so sweet," Aria told her, leaning in to kiss her on the cheek.

"Thank you," Tasha murmured. "Let's get out of here."

"Not a problem," Aria told her.

The elevator took its sweet time arriving.

As they were waiting, Tasha glanced at Aria shyly, biting her lower lip, and said, "You know, it's Friday night. I don't have anywhere to be tomorrow. What about you?"

"Now that you mention it, neither do I," Aria admitted. "Why do you do you ask?"

"Well... how would you like to come in to my place for a few minutes?"

Aria had to take a moment, only because she was shocked to her core that another woman would want her that way.

"If you don't want to--"

Aria stopped her with a kiss. "No. I want to," she said. "I was just surprised that you would ask."

Tasha, for herself, was shocked that Aria would be shocked. So she met Aria's kiss with her own. "Yes, I want to. Specifically, I want you. You're beautiful. And feminine. And so damn sexy I can't even see straight."

Ariana, blushing bright as the sun, almost missed the arrival of the elevator, because they were kissing.

Fortunately it was empty when it had arrived.

Licking her lips as she pulled back, Aria said, "Come on."

* * *

Just about twenty-five minutes later, because by that time traffic was as light as it was ever going to be in the city on Friday night, Ariana pulled up to the curb, agreeably close to Tasha's front door, and, coincidentally, right next to a parking meter.

Tasha started toward her front door but stopped when she saw Ariana go for her purse. "What are you doing?"

"I have a feeling we'll be more than just a few minutes," she said in a knowing tone. "So, in the interests of not getting towed, I'm paying the parking meter. Hopefully for at least a couple of hours."

Tasha stood there impatiently, but Aria was as good as her word. Just a minute or two later, she put her card back in her wallet and said, "I'm all yours."

Tasha held out her hand. "Good. Come with me."

Aria felt her heart beating out of her chest as she put her hand in Tasha's, and together they climbed the steps to Tasha's front door.

* * *

Aria was worried things would get awkward once they were inside. She hadn't needed to get worried.

As soon as they had got into Tasha's living room, Aria was set upon by Tasha, who unleashed a round of soft yet passionate kisses. It took only a few moments for Aria to have hard nipples, sensitive breasts -- and a wet pussy.

As they made their way across the living room, past the kitchen and down the hall to Tasha's bedroom, articles of clothing were hastily removed.

Pumps were kicked off first, followed by dresses on the kitchen floor, announced by the sound of zippers being unzipped.

By the time they were at the threshold of Tasha's bedroom, she was working Aria's panties down her legs, to be rewarded with the sight of Aria's shaved, bald pussy.

Tasha rose to stand, attacking Aria with more soft kisses. As she did so, she walked them over to the bed, where she playfully pushed Aria down on the bed.

Laughing, Aria fell back on the bed, but her laughter was cut off as Tasha attacked her with fresh kisses, first on the lips, but she quickly moved down to Aria's neck, making her squirm and moan, across her collarbone and finally down to Aria's heaving breasts.

Aria reached up and pressed Tasha's face to her bosom as she slowly moved between Aria's left and right breasts, alternating between sucking, licking and nibbling the nipple, feeling Tasha's eyelashes flutter against her breasts.

After several minutes of gentle ministrations, Tasha could literally smell Aria's arousal, so she moved down in between Aria's legs and kissed along the inner part of her left leg, moving so slowly it was all Aria could do to watch as she kissed along her leg.

But finally Tasha had her face buried in Aria's pussy, listening to the chorus of enchanting noises Aria was making.

And those noises didn't stop, at least not until Aria had a shuddering, moaning orgasm.

Caressing the mound of Aria's pussy, Tasha asked her, "How does that feel?"

"Oh my god, amazing," Aria replied, smiling up at her new lover. Then she held out her arms. "Come here."

Aria held Tasha in her arms and they kissed, until Tasha pulled back and said, "Tell me, have you ever heard of the G-spot?"

"No," Aria said. "What's that?"

"Let me show you," Tasha whispered. Pulling back from Aria's warm embrace, Tasha put a little bit of lube on her middle finger, then slowly inserted it into Aria's vagina up to the first knuckle of her finger.

It didn't take long for Tasha to find the magic button, after which it didn't take her long to give Aria a second orgasm, after which Aria had to take a break, during which they nearly didn't stop kissing.

Then Aria said, "Show me."

"Show you what, love?"

"The g-spot thing. Show me how to find it inside you."

With a smile, Tasha exchanged places, laying across the bed, spreading her legs.

Very patiently, she instructed Aria how to find the G-spot and what to do when she found it.

Tasha had a very strong orgasm.

Hand to her chest, Tasha said, "Oh my god."

"Was that okay?"

"Oh my god, that was incredible," Tasha said. "Come here, love."

For minutes on end, Natasha and Ariana kissed, softly yet passionately.

During a slight pause in the kissing, Tasha said, "You are an excellent lover."

Aria blushed. "Thank you."

"I can't believe this is your first time with a woman."

"Well it was," Aria replied. "Didn't you believe me when I told you in the restaurant?"

"No, I believed you," Tasha replied. "I'm honored to be your first female lover. I can't wait to be the one to teach you."

"Consider me your willing student," Aria said.

Tasha kissed her happily. "Let me show you something else."

"What?"

As if in reply, Tasha rolled over on top of Aria, pinned her to the bed by holding her hands and using her hips.

Adjusting her hips slightly, Tasha found Aria's pussy mound with her own and started grinding her own against Aria's.

"Oh my god!"

"You like that?" Tasha asked.

"Oh god," Aria growled. "That feels -- so -- good!"

Tasha chanted, "Yes! Yes! Yes!"

"Oh god, I'm coming," Aria wailed.

"That's it," Tasha urged her.

Suddenly Aria's eyes rolled up in her head and her whole body stiffened up as she clutched Tasha's arms, digging her nails in HARD.

Tasha looked down in disbelief as she felt moisture! Aria had squirted!

Just as quickly as it had overcome her, the orgasm passed. Just as quickly after that, Aria held out her hands and pulled Tasha to her and they melted together in kisses.

Sometime during all the kisses, Aria faded out--

* * *

A few hours later, Aria's eyes slowly fluttered open.

She quickly realized she had fallen asleep in Tasha's arms, her face cradled in between her bountiful breasts, currently rising and falling in a slow, easy pace.

Aria was content to just lie there for the moment. It was, as she said, Friday evening, and she didn't have anywhere to be tomorrow morning.

Except she had a feeling that the parking meter had already worn out.

With that in mind, she reluctantly lifted her head from the soft, warm cradle of Tasha's breasts.

As soon as she did, Tasha's blue eyes also fluttered open. "What..."

"Shhh," Aria said soothingly, bending down to give her a kiss.

"What time is it?"

"After midnight," Aria replied, looking at the time. "I need to check the parking meter."

Tasha chuckled. "And you probably have to be going."

"I'd rather not, just so you know. But I'd also rather not have my car towed."

"I understand," Tasha replied. "Let's find your dress."

Together they went back up the hallway and relocated Aria's red dress and heels. Aria didn't even care that she didn't put her panties back on.

"Now you be sure and text me when you get home," Tasha told her.

"Oh my god, you're so sweet," Aria said, touched by the thoughtful request. "I had a great time tonight. We'll have to do this again."

Tasha winked. "Count on it, love. Now you gotta be going. I'll call you tomorrow sometime."

Aria quickly went out the front door to discover she had exactly five minutes left on the parking meter!

Glowing like crazy despite the late hour, Aria got in her car and drove away.

She would remember this night for a long time. Hopefully there was more where that came from.

TO BE CONTINUED