I Know Places
You run into your coworker Agatha at a bar while you're out with a friend
Word count: 1.5k
Warnings: drinking, gp agatha, blowjob, sex, age gap, semi-public sex
It’s halfway through the lunch period when your friend, Wanda, texts and asks what you’re doing tonight and if you want to go to a local bar with her. You’re sitting with your best friend Rio Vidal, a fellow math teacher, and one of the science teachers, Agatha Harkness.
You’ve only recently started talking to Agatha during a conference for STEM classes that you both went on about a week ago since your paths had never really crossed before, but you’ve had a crush on her since you’ve started working there.
During the conference, you found yourselves being drawn together, whether it was her sitting down next to you at the lunch table or you switching panels with someone else and ending up with her. She always seemed to hone in on you whenever someone else came up to talk to you. There was one night she even touched your arm to move you and you can still feel the heat from her fingers.
However, she’s 48 and you’re only 24 and you work together so it’d be quite messy. Not that she would ever like you like that anyway.
At least that’s what you told Rio. Deep down, you still flushed every time Agatha looked at you since then and hoped it meant something.
Rio raises her eyebrow when she catches the look on your face as you read the text. She asks what’s wrong and you say that your friend wants you to go to a bar tonight. You don’t really like to go out, but you haven’t seen Wanda in awhile so you should. Agatha’s head swivels to you.
“My friend wants me to go to Newk’s tonight…want to join?” you ask, looking at Rio, but hoping Agatha knows you’re really talking to her. It’s a joke, you’ll swear to yourself later.
Rio snorts and Agatha says nothing.
It was a half-hearted attempt and of course you couldn’t actually expect Agatha to show up because she’s twice your age and would never go to a bar with line-dancing and football games and pool tables.
So when you go to order drinks for you and Wanda and you catch a flash of dark hair and pale skin, your heart almost pounds out of your chest. The woman’s side profile is all you can see but then she turns her head to face the floor and holy fuck, it’s her.
The bartender puts down two drinks in front of you and you take a sip of yours, gathering courage.
Wanda’s dancing and doesn’t even notice you making your way to the other side of the bar. Agatha doesn’t look at you until you’re right next to her, leaning against the table. She has the decency to look surprised.
“What are you doing here…all alone?” you simper and her eyes trace over the jeans cut so high your ass is hanging out and the tiny blue crop top you’re wearing. She’s in jean pants and a blue flannel, hair down, and you want to drag her somewhere right now. She has a beer in front of her.
She shrugs casually like it’s no big deal. “Wanted to get out of the house.”
You take a big gulp and taste how strong it is. “Do you come here often?”
All you get in reply is her lifting the bottle to her lips with a smirk. Agatha licks the droplets of liquid left around her mouth and you’re about to say something when Wanda waves at you from the floor.
You mumble that you have to go and you feel Agatha’s eyes burning into your back. You can’t even pretend to hide the effort you put into swaying your hips.
When you hand Wanda’s drink to her, you down the rest of yours and pull Wanda out to the floor. You don’t know any of the dances but you can feel the buzz coursing through your veins, both from the alcohol and Agatha. You make every move as slutty as you can and every time you spin around, you catch her looking at you. Watching you. Hopefully, wanting you.
Wanda insists on going to get the next round, much to your reluctance, so you lean against the pony wall that encloses the dance floor. You turn around despite yourself to look at Agatha, whose lips are slightly parted.
The second drink is gone quickly and you don’t even bother telling Wanda where you’re going before walking back over to Agatha. Your inhibitions are slightly lowered now and you spin onto the stool next to her right as she tilts her body toward you—another thing you saw at the conference was how she always angled herself to be facing you even when she was supposed to be paying attention somewhere else—so your right thigh ends up pressed right against hers. She’s on her second beer.
“How are you feeling?” she asks.
“Really good,” you answer breathlessly and your eyes drop down to where your legs are touching and—
There’s a bulge.
Agatha is hard.
She shifts and you bite your lip. “How are you feeling?” you ask teasingly.
“You might be a little drunk,” she says, but she knows you really aren’t.
Agatha makes a noise when you lean forward, your palm sliding up her leg until it almost touches her dick, and you whisper, “Maybe a little tipsy at most, but I’ve been wanting to get on my knees and suck your cock since the conference.”
She twitches and her fingers clamp around your wrist like she can’t decide if she wants to pull you in or push you away. “I’m twice your age. We work together.”
“It doesn’t have to mean anything,” you almost whine. Your heartbeat is pounding in your ears. “I just want to make you feel good.”
Agatha actually groans at that. “Tell your friend you’re leaving.”
In less than a minute, you’ve told Wanda that you’re not feeling well and have to go and Agatha has yanked you outside to where her car is parked at the far side of the grassy lot. There’s no one around.
She grabs your chin and kisses you and there’s a faint taste of beer and her tongue is in your mouth and your mind is going blank except for Agatha.
You step back and drop down to the ground and she settles a hand on your head and one on the car to steady herself. Her face is already red and she’s already panting.
Your fingers fumble with her belt and zipper and then her cock is out and hard and red and wet and you waste no time in stroking your hand over her quickly. She hisses, “Baby, you gotta slow down, I’m not going to last long.”
That sends a heat that you’ve never known down into your cunt and you eagerly take the head of her cock into your mouth and her hips jerk and she lets out a guttural sound. She’s already pulsing. Fuck, she wasn’t lying.
“Oh, fuck, god, I can’t—”
There’s something so satisfying in the way that she was trying to protest in the bar, but now she’s about to come in your mouth after barely two minutes.
“Pleasepleaseplease,” she chants and her hand tightens in your hair and she stiffens and you feel her cock pulse once, twice, three times, and then her cum fills your mouth.
She gives you just enough time to swallow before she pulls you up and kisses you hard and spins you around to press you against the car.
“Get in the backseat,” she whispers and you move faster than before to scramble in. She follows and slams the door behind her and you’re both just looking at each other in the dark.
Her cock is slowly hardening again as you take the first step by peeling your top off, revealing your hard nipples. She leans forward and sucks on one of them and your back arches.
Her fingers swipe at your hips to move you onto her lap when her cock is fully hard again, which doesn’t take long at all.
You can feel her cock, wet with cum and your saliva, pressing against your entrance and right before you’re about to sit down, she stops you.
“This doesn’t mean anything,” she says, almost a plea. You know how it’ll look if it turns into more. If you do this again. What people will say if it gets out.
You nod and sink down and both of you moan into each other’s mouths.
But you also know this can’t be the last time because of how fucking good she feels inside you.
The glint in her eye as she watches you move up and down her cock tells you that she knows it too.
