It Happened Again

**Note: Please read the "Happened" series to get an idea of the flow and passage of events to appreciate this composition of mine**

The flight back to Adelaide was different. The silence between them was no longer heavy with avoidance, but thrumming with a new, shared secret. Their hands brushed deliberately as they reached for their luggage in the overhead bin. Their eyes met and held, a faint, knowing smile playing on Nelly’s lips that made Abe’s stomach tighten.

The professional facade they had maintained for weeks felt flimsy, a paper screen hiding a roaring fire. The office, when they returned, seemed smaller, the air thicker. Every closed door felt like an invitation. The large, empty boardroom with its polished table was no longer just a place for presentations.

“Drinks,” Nelly said, the word not a question but a statement, as they packed up their things that evening. The sun was setting, casting long shadows across their identical desks.

“Drinks,” Abe agreed.

They did not go to their usual pub. They found a dimly lit cocktail bar in the city, all exposed brick and low-slung leather couches. The energy between them was electric, a live wire of anticipation. They were halfway through their second round, knees touching under the small table, when she walked in.

She was tall, willowy, with a shock of white-blonde hair tied in a messy plait. A large backpack, weathered and covered in patches, was slung over one shoulder. She looked around, her blue eyes scanning the room with a traveller’s curiosity before settling on an empty stool at the bar.

“Swedish, I think,” Nelly murmured, her gaze following Abe’s. “Or maybe Norwegian. Look at the flag patch on her bag.”

Abe watched Nelly watching the girl. A dangerous, thrilling idea began to form in the alcohol-warmed space of his mind. He saw it reflected in the darkening of Nelly’s eyes.

“Go talk to her,” Abe said, his voice low.

Nelly’s eyes flicked to his, wide with surprise, then intrigue. A slow, wicked smile spread across her face. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He watched as Nelly stood, smoothing her dress. She moved with a confidence that was utterly captivating. He saw her approach the bar, order a drink, and then, with effortless charm, strike up a conversation with the blonde girl. He saw the girl laugh, her head tilting back. He saw Nelly touch her arm, a light, casual gesture.

Abe’s blood was pounding. He paid their tab and waited. A few minutes later, Nelly returned, the Swedish backpacker in tow.

“Abe, this is Linnea,” Nelly said, her voice a little husky. “Linnea, this is my… colleague, Abe.”

Linnea smiled, a bright, open thing. “Hej! Your friend says you have a nice office. With a view.” The implication hung in the air, bold and intoxicating.

“We do,” Abe said, standing. “It’s just around the corner.”

The walk to the office was charged with a silent, shared purpose. Nelly held Linnea’s hand. Abe walked slightly behind, watching them, his desire a sharp, focused point. He used his key fob to get into the building, the empty lobby echoing with their footsteps. The elevator ride to their floor was silent, the tension so thick it was a physical presence.

The office was dark and still, illuminated only by the city lights streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows. It felt illicit, forbidden.

As soon as the door to the main space closed behind them, Nelly turned to Linnea. There was no preamble. She cupped the taller girl’s face and kissed her.

It was a deep, exploring kiss. Abe leaned against a desk, watching, mesmerized. He saw Nelly’s hands slide down Linnea’s back, pulling her closer. He saw Linnea’s fingers tangle in Nelly’s auburn curls, loosening them from their knot.

Nelly broke the kiss, her breath coming fast. She turned Linnea to face the window, the glittering cityscape sprawling behind them. Standing behind her, Nelly reached around and slowly unbuttoned Linnea’s flannel shirt. She pushed it off her shoulders, then her hands moved to the hem of Linnea’s thin cotton tank top, lifting it up and over her head.

Linnea stood in just her jeans, her back pale and slender in the moonlight. Nelly’s hands skimmed over her skin, tracing the line of her spine, before coming around to cup her small, pert breasts. Linnea let her head fall back against Nelly’s shoulder with a soft sigh as Nelly’s thumbs circled her nipples, pinching them gently until they were hard peaks.

Nelly turned her around again and lowered her to the lush, carpeted floor, following her down. Their mouths met again in a hungry clash. Nelly’s kisses trailed down Linnea’s neck, over her collarbone, and lower, until her mouth closed over one nipple, sucking deeply. Linnea cried out, her back arching off the floor, her fingers clutching at Nelly’s hair.

Abe was hard, achingly so, but he was rooted to the spot, a privileged spectator to an intensely private show.

Nelly’s mouth continued its journey south, over the flat plane of Linnea’s stomach, her tongue dipping into her navel. Her hands made quick work of the button and zip on Linnea’s jeans, tugging them and her plain cotton underwear down her long legs in one motion.

Linnea was bare now, exposed in the vast, dark office. Nelly knelt between her legs, her eyes on Abe for a burning second before she lowered her head.

The sound Linnea made was a choked, guttural moan as Nelly’s tongue found her core. Nelly held her hips down, feasting on her with a focused intensity Abe recognized. It was the same way she devoured a complex problem at work - utterly absorbed, relentlessly thorough. She licked and sucked, her movements slow and deliberate at first, then faster, spurred on by Linnea’s increasingly desperate pleas.

“Oh, Gud… yes… just there…” Linnea chanted, her hips moving in a helpless rhythm.

Abe finally moved. He shed his own clothes, his eyes never leaving them. He knelt beside Nelly’s head, his hand stroking her hair as she worshipped the other woman. He felt the vibrations of Linnea’s climax through Nelly’s body just before it hit. Linnea’s whole body seized, a raw, sharp cry tearing from her throat as she shuddered under Nelly’s mouth.

As Linnea came down, breathless and trembling, Nelly looked up at Abe, her chin glistening in the low light. Her eyes were dark with lust and triumph.

“Your turn,” she breathed.

The dynamic shifted. Abe joined them on the floor, his larger frame covering Linnea’s. He kissed her, tasting the faint, sweet trace of her own pleasure on his lips. Nelly watched for a moment before moving behind Abe, her hands roaming his back, her mouth on his shoulders.

Abe positioned himself between Linnea’s legs. He entered her in one smooth, firm thrust. She was tight and wet, and she gasped, her legs wrapping around his waist. He set a powerful, relentless pace, the decadent obscenity of their location fuelling his movements. The sound of their bodies meeting echoed softly in the empty office.

Nelly was not content to just watch. She pressed herself against Abe’s back, her hands reaching around to tease Linnea’s breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples as Abe drove into her. Then, Nelly’s hand slid down Abe’s stomach, her fingers finding where their bodies joined. She rubbed tight, slick circles on Linnea’s clit as Abe fucked her.

Linnea was incoherent, lost in the dual sensations. “Ja, ja… please… don’t stop…”

Abe could feel his control fraying. The sight of the two women, the feel of Nelly’s hands on him, the raw, debauched setting - it was too much. He reached behind him, grabbing Nelly’s hip, pulling her around to his side without breaking his rhythm with Linnea. He captured Nelly’s mouth in a fierce, possessive kiss, tasting Linnea on her lips and tongue.

It was this - the mingling of their tastes, the three of them connected in a single, breathless moment - that sent him over the edge. With a guttural groan, he spilled into the condom, his thrusts becoming jerky and deep. His release triggered Linnea’s second climax, her inner muscles milking him as she cried out, and the feel of her pulsing around him dragged a final, shuddering wave of pleasure from him.

He collapsed between them, spent. For a long time, the only sound was their ragged breathing. They lay on the office carpet, a tangled heap of limbs under the watchful gaze of the silent, dark computer monitors.

Linnea was the first to stir, a dazed, sated smile on her face. “I think,” she said, her accent thicker with exhaustion, “Australian business practices are very… effective.”

Nelly let out a breathy laugh, curling into Abe’s side. Abe looked up at the ceiling, at the familiar panels he had stared at during countless boring meetings. They would never look the same again. The office, their professional sanctuary, had been irrevocably, wonderfully corrupted. And as Nelly’s hand found his under the cover of darkness, he knew there was no going back.