Universal Force of Attraction

This is my story, characters and poems


Sara spent the rest of the afternoon in the office, finding it hard to concentrate on anything for very long. Her mind keep drifting off to the incredible morning she had in Maggie’s office and the orgasm she experienced. She had actually had sex with another woman and she deeply enjoyed it. Something just wasn’t right. She had guys go down on her before but never experienced what she did from Maggie. ‘Was it just Maggie or is something really changing in me,’ Sara thought. ‘Something about my body is different and it couldn’t be from just being shaved. Was it the poems, the posting? But how could that be?’ She disregarded that notion with the shake of her head. It was preposterous to think the poems and postings had anything to do with what was happening to her body. She hadn’t posted a poem with a lesbian twist. So why had that happened. Her body must just be changing somehow. After all she was just 19, maybe her womanly hormone‘s were kicking in, the clock ticking thing. But who could she ask, certainly not her mother. Maggie was the same age. She shook her head again and tried to concentrate on her work. She muddled through her thoughts, every so often contacting clients or emailing prospects. She remembered she had to make plans to meet a relocation client from California in two days, so she tried to focus on that. She would have to take him to several homes on Friday, when, after that he would make a decision based on what kind of homes he saw, if he was going to move to the area or not. Sara hated relocation clients. They were picky, arrogant and generally rude. And they seldom bought homes on the first round of showings. If he did choose the area, but didn’t buy anything, she would be working with him for weeks and showing him homes every weekend he was in. Sara was determined to sell this client a home this weekend. She put together a list of homes to email to him. When she had finished she sat in front of the computer, browsing for a while to kill time. She had posted Throb and Thrill last night, and what happened to her with Maggie had nothing to do with that poem. She had that poem out there still, waiting to be fulfilled tonight in some form or would the night just pass by with nothing except Sara’s vivid imagination that her posted poems were coming alive. She decided to post another, to keep the pressure on. If she posted the poem this evening before she went out, then tomorrow would be the day it should come to life. She was determined to see if what was happening to her was because of the poem postings or just coincidence. No poem and she had sex with Maggie, two other poems posted and both came to life. One still remained open tonight. She took out her notebook and thumbed through its pages. She stopped at Table Talk and read the words,

With lipstick and lace
the bottoms are turned up
and the quickened beat
makes the edge of the table
cut into my fingers
and the deeper your love gets
the better it feels
with the stretch of the lace
and the lipstick now gone.

Sara repeated it several times. She closed her eyes and thought about the poem and the fantasy of being stretched out on a table, someone fucking her from behind. She could feel herself becoming aroused. She reach down and pulled her dress up onto her thighs, sliding her hand under her new panties and rubbing her finger over her wet pussy. She brought it to her nose and caught the aroma. ‘This could get addicting,’ she thought. She rubbed again, this time after bringing it to her nose she put her finger into her mouth to taste herself. It was intoxicating. She dipped two of her fingers into her pussy, then slowly dragged them across her clit, then dipped them into her mouth. It was euphoric. She repeated this several times until her legs stiffened straight out under the desk, her hips bucked up and down in the chair and her rolling orgasm caught her by surprise as her fingers continued running excitedly over her clit. As her breathing slowed she suddenly sat up and looked around to make sure no one had come in. She had been completely shut out just then from reality. Her senses had all blanked out, except for what was going on between her legs. ‘Oh my god that was incredible, but I need to control this,’ Sara thought gazing around the room. She was worried that she got so caught up in masturbating that she was oblivious to her surroundings. Not even remembering were she was momentarily. And that same thing had happened in Maggie’s office. These orgasms she was experiencing were taking her someplace else in her mind. Almost like blacking out. She didn’t like it. Sara snapped out of her self inflicted scolding and logged into the AFF site, slightly excited by her new poem of choice, she posted it. ‘There, done,’ she spoke out loud to herself.
There was no purpose in going home since the restaurant where she was meeting Maggie was only a few minutes from her office. And she was already dressed for the evening no matter what they did afterwards. The office was empty, ‘thank god’ she thought, so she decided to read some of the postings on Adult Fanfiction site. She thought about what Maggie had said about Sara owing her. Sara didn’t know if she would be any good with another woman. What was she supposed to do. It wasn’t like sucking a dick. Or was it. She looked over the site hoping to find some female to female stories to give her some ideas. She read through several stories, each one with a different twist and adventure. She was intrigued and getting a little aroused again. ‘OK, that’s enough,’ she said out loud and closed the site. She would do those same things to Maggie. Better yet, maybe she would write a poem about their future encounter, set a time for Maggie and her to get together and post it the night before. ‘Just to help me along in case I freak,’ Sara thought.
Sara arrived at the restaurant about twenty minutes early, deciding to go into the bar to wait for Maggie. The bar was crowded but she managed to find a single seat at the bar along the wall. She ordered a drink and pulled out her notepad. At nineteen Sara was too young to drink but there wasn’t any male bartender she ever came across that would card her. Not because she looked older but because of the way she looked and the attention she got from the people in the bar when she entered. Not to mention the drink orders always increased when she sat down. Good bartenders had a sense about things like this. The guys in the bar immediately bought drinks for themselves and had one sent to her. She always had a few drinks ready to come her way courtesy of someone. Bartenders would be fools to card her. They’d either loose business or get lambasted by the clientele.
She juggled around a few words and phrases, thinking about what she read on AFF and the way she was touched this morning, the tenderness of the hands on her body, the lips, the way they parted her and probed her. Her mind first went to candles, seeing them in the setting she might be in, a dark room lit only by them. She dipped two fingers into her drink to stir up the ice cubes and immediately felt a cold tingling in their tips. She held her fingers there for a while sensing the cold moving up her arm and the odd sensuousness to the cold pain at the same time. She jotted this feeling down also for future reference. Maybe Maggie and her would be laying on a bed, or in a shower, or bath. Maybe in the elevator or on the kitchen floor. She jotted down all these thoughts as well. When she looked up she noticed a man approaching her who had been previously sitting at a table with a redheaded woman. He said hello, introduced himself as Aaron, held his hand out, then pointed to the girl at the table, who waved, and said she was his friend Jill.
“Hi, I’m Sara, nice to meet you.” Sara shook his hand, then waved back at the woman. Sara took in his features, middle aged probably, with some slight graying in his wavy brown hair that laid almost to his shoulder, brown eyes, soft facial features, clean shaven, extremely well dressed in black coat and tie with a white shirt. Platinum Rolex on his wrist, no rings but he did have a diamond stud in his left ear.
“Are you alone tonight Sara,” he questioned. “Because if you are you may join us at our table. With the crowded dining area and the wait at over an hour, we grabbed this table to have a few drinks before dinner.”
“Thank you, that’s very kind but I’m waiting for my friend Maggie to arrive first. If you get called for dinner maybe you could tip us off so we could get your table though.” Sara smiled with a flip of her hair.
“That’s fair enough.” Aaron said. “By the way here’s my card in case we miss each other later.” Sara looked at the card, Imagine Studio‘s. She had heard of this studio, most of the city’s top modeling agencies used it. Sara had seen the name in ads, billboards and such. “I would like you to call me tomorrow. I’d be very interested in doing a test shooting of you,” he continued, “I have a client who is looking for just your look, I think it would be a perfect match.”
Sara looked at the card again then up at the man.
“I don’t model and I’ve never done it before. I’m not sure what, ’just your look,’ means when you describe me fitting your clients needs, but right now I’m a real estate agent and I’m extremely busy.”
“I understand completely and your response is typical of the women that I approach occasionally to do a photo shoot. Perhaps maybe if you have a free moment in the next day or two you could come by the studio just to check us out. And by all means investigate us to make sure we’re legit. I think you’ll find we are very highly regarded in the modeling world.”
“Oh I know your studio,” Sara confessed, “I guess I just never thought about modeling. What is the photo shot your client is looking for, you said, my look.”
“If I may,” he started, “you are extremely beautiful and you have a sensuousness about you that’s rare in the general public without being trained as a model. I noticed it immediately when you walked in. It’s the way you walk, and move, your whole demeanor. My client is looking for a fresh face, sensuous and raw, not a typical model that‘s been in other ads. I believe you have that quality.”
“Wow, you know how to make a girl feel good,” Sara said smiling at him, looking intently into his eyes, trying to read him. “I’ll tell you what, my friend did some modeling a year or so ago. I run this by her and then give you a call tomorrow, sound fair.”
“That sounds great, I’ll look forward to your call,” Aaron said, and then held out his hand, shaking Sara’s and returning to his table and date. Sara looked past him at the girl he called Jill. Only seeing a partial of her though the crowd, she looked to be very well dressed and made up to the hilt. Sparkling or sequined sleeveless blouse, her red hair was tied up in spots on the top of her head giving it a wild look, with some hanging on her face and some on her shoulders. Sara watched as Aaron sat down and talked to Jill, with her nodding and smiling along with his head and hand movements. A few minutes later Maggie entered the bar and came to stand next to Sara. She was ten minutes late but Sara hadn’t even noticed. Sara filled in Maggie on what had happened. Maggie thought Sara was crazy for not accepting Aaron’s offer immediately and scolded Sara for not understanding what an opportunity it was just to be asked to do a shoot for Imagine Studio‘s. A couple of drinks came their way courtesy of Aaron as he raised his glass to the two of them. Sara had to use the bathroom, so Maggie took her seat and Sara disappeared into the crowd. After coming out of the stall she stood in front of the mirror to add a little makeup and lipstick and Jill, the girl from Aaron’s table walked up beside her to do the same.
“Hi, Sara? I’m Jill, it’s nice to meet you.”
“Hi.” Sara responded with a brief glance and smile. Then continued to look at herself in the mirror but checking out Jill at the same time. Jill was young, probably around Sara’s age, very shapely, a typical model’s body, thin and curvy, smaller breasts but prominent enough under her tight red and brown speckled blouse to give her a sexy, sassy figure. Her lips were a deep dark red, surrounded by pale skin. She wore a short brown leather skirt accented by a large multicolored chiffon scarf as a loose belt around her hips. Sara caught a glimpse of her brown ankle high 3 1/2 inch heeled boots. She fit the picture of a model perfectly. ‘Would they dress me up like that,’ Sara thought to herself, ‘that might be fun.’
“I hope you take Aaron up on his offer,” Jill broke the short silence, “he is great to work for and the money and the perks are fantastic. Aaron thinks you’d be a natural at modeling and I think the camera would love you.”
Sara chuckled, “You do? And why is that.”
Jill took a lock of Sara’s hair, then others and placed them around Sara shoulders and in front of Sara’s face, puffed others and held others in her hand on top of Sara‘s head. Her touch sent tingles up Sara’s spine, she could feel goosebumps on her arms. Jill’s fingers on Sara’s scalp was intensely sensuous. She wanted Jill to just stay there and massage her scalp. She thought about closing her eyes, but continued to look intently at Jill in the mirror.
“That’s why,” Jill said, looking at Sara in the mirror. In just a few seconds Jill had rearranged Sara’s hair into a model’s look. She looked ready for a photo shoot.
Sara joked, “You didn’t bring your camera into the bathroom with you did you? I’d like to remember this look for another day.”
“Sorry, I don’t take the shots just pose for them,” Jill joked back. Jill released Sara’s hair and Sara felt the rush of Jill’s touch dissipate.
“Are you going to be at the studio tomorrow afternoon,” Sara asked Jill.
“Tomorrow at 4, I have some evening shots we have to get ready for.”
“Well maybe I’ll drop in at 4 and watch you do your shoot if you don’t mind,” Sara quizzed.
“That sounds great to me, I’ll see you then. Bye.” Jill gave Sara a big smile then turned and walked out. Sara stood in front of the mirror mesmerized by Jill’s touch, rethinking about her fingers in her hair, her touch, the tingly feelings that shot over her body. She adjusted her hair, leaving to rejoin Maggie in the bar. When she got to the bar, Maggie was gone from the stool Sara had left her on.
“Sara, I’m over here.”
Sara turned to find Maggie sitting at the table vacated by Aaron and Jill. “Nice of them wasn’t it to give us their booth.” Sara nodded acknowledgement, turning to see if she could get another glimpse of Jill before she left, but she was gone already. She was still thinking about Jill’s touch. Sara and Maggie finished off a few more drinks, ordered some appetizers, chatted small talk and decided to leave the restaurant around ten o’clock. They had decided to meet up at Shout It Out, if only temporarily so Maggie could see Jake. They both had their own cars, so they planned to meet up inside the bar at the front door.