Office Desires

17. Text

Debbie was gracefully sitting on the couch, her eyes filled with warmth and adoration as she gazed down at Lou, who was lying on her back, her head lovingly cradled on Debbie's soft, inviting thighs. The soft glow of ambient lighting bathed the room in a gentle atmosphere. It was a comforting and affectionate gesture that made Lou feel cherished and cared for, like a soothing balm for her soul. The softness of Debbie's touch conveyed a sense of tenderness and intimacy that warmed her heart and made her cherish this moment even more. There were no words, just two souls, looking at each other and savoring the sweetness of the moment.

As they gazed at each other, enveloped in the warmth of the room and the tenderness of the moment, Debbie leaned down and brushed a soft, lingering kiss on Lou's forehead. It was a gesture filled with affection and an unspoken promise of more to come. Lou's heart fluttered at the sweetness of the kiss, and she closed her eyes for a brief moment, savoring the feeling of Debbie's lips against her skin.

Debbie's delicate fingers traced the contours of Lou's face with a feather-light touch, her touch warm and gentle as she explored every curve and feature. It was a tender and intimate gesture, one that spoke of affection and a desire to know every inch of Lou. Her fingertips danced along Lou's cheekbones, trailed down the line of her jaw, and brushed against her lips with a soft, tantalizing caress. Lou's eyes remained closed, and she savored the sensation, feeling the connection between them deepen with each delicate stroke of Debbie's fingers.

The faint scent of Debbie's perfume lingered in the air—a soft and alluring fragrance that wrapped around Lou, making her feel even more drawn to the woman before her. The sweet taste of Debbie still lingered on Lou's lips. The soft strains of the music in the room provided a soothing backdrop, a gentle melody that seemed to synchronize with the rhythm of their hearts.

Lou shifted her position slightly, breaking the moment's silence.

"My mom used to do this when I was a kid. She'd caress my hair and talk about her day until I fell asleep."

Debbie's eyes softened, and she looked at Lou with a gentle smile.

"So I'm your mom now ?"

Lou chuckled softly. "Of course not."

Debbie's eyes twinkled with amusement. "Sorry, I just made it awkward."

Lou laughed; the sound warm and genuine. "No, you didn't."

There was a silence before Lou took a deep breath, her gaze fixed on the ceiling as she began to speak. "My mom... passed away from cancer. It was a long and painful battle. She fought so hard, but in the end, it was just too much for her."

Debbie listened attentively, her hand never ceasing its gentle caresses. Lou nodded, her voice heavy with emotion.

"I was fourteen years old when she was diagnosed, and when I was sixteen, I didn't have a mother anymore."

Debbie gently stroked Lou's hair. "My dad and I... we moved to America to start fresh, you know? But I was such a difficult teenager. I was angry and confused, and I pushed everyone away, especially my dad."

"I can't imagine how tough that must have been for both of you."

Lou nodded, her eyes glistening. "Yeah, it was... My dad, he's an amazing man. He tried his best to be both a mother and a father to me after my mom passed away. But he was grieving too.... I don't know. At the end, I think while I was exteriorizing all my anger, he was repressing his own feelings, so he changed and became this broken man, when I got a chance to heal. "

Debbie replied softly. "I'm sorry, Lou."

Lou sighed, her gaze still fixed on the ceiling as she reminisced. "Don't be; it was a tough time. We eventually found our way back to each other, but it took time—a lot of time." Debbie leaned down and pressed a tender kiss to Lou's forehead.