fuck me hard (lesbian story)

Meeting Jasmine

Hey guys this is my first time writing so please bear with me. If younger than 18+ please don't read because you might not like what you see.
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I walk out the front door of my modern two story house with a wrap around porch.
"Love you, see you when I get home!!!" I yelled to my husband, Jason.

"Bye Honey. I'll see you later." He called back to me. I walked out to my '68 corvette to head to work. I worked at a paper company. Yeah, really. A paper company. It was pretty lame. I just call other companies all day and ask if they need paper. Beats my home life though. I have a deadbeat husband that does shit for a living, but get drunk off his ass and watch sexier women on the TV. There was a time when we were in love, now I've forgotten the meaning of that word. I guess that's why I took my job at The Giving Tree, because it offers 14 hours of not being at home with him.

Let me introduce myself I'm Brittany Graveline I'm 23 years old I married to Jason Graveline, 24, and we live in moderate sized town in the suburbs.

I get into my car waving a the neighbors doing their early morning business and head to work.

I pulled into the beaten parking lot and got out, slamming my door a little too hard. I couldn't help it, I liked things rough.

"Sorry." , I whispered to my baby. The only thing I loved in this world and that made me truly happy was the purr of her sweet engine and the roar as the gas petal connected with the floorboard. It was enough to keep me satisfied. Walking into my office building I muttered to myself about nothing. I was so distracted by my own nonsense that when I stepped into the elevator I ran straight into someone.

"I am so sorry!" I said and looked up to see a woman crouching over to pick up the papers I made her spill. I bent down to help her, repeating my apology over and over. When were all done picking her stuff up we got up and stood there awkwardly. My blue eyes caught her brown gaze and then they wandered to her full lips. Her dark skin and curly hair was a stark contrast to my pale skin and hair straight as a board, but it was a beautiful one. She was beautiful. I finally snapped back to my senses and realized she'd said something to me.

"W-what?", I stammered, blushing softly.

"It's OK. ", she smiled. her voice was like the silky sound of butterfly wings touching. Soft, with a twinge of a fading Nigerian accent.

"I'm sorry can we start over, hi my name is...."I started.

"Jasmine I know I've seen you around the office." She said shaking my outreached hand.