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For the third time in the last twenty minutes, Elle peaked in on the dark-haired woman who sat alone in one of the Nooks & Crannies Bookcafe’s many private rooms, with its door still open. The woman’s name was Zoe and she had become one of Elle’s regulars at the bookstore, coming in sometimes multiple times a week and claiming the room for the better part of the morning. While she was actually a bartender, Zoe rediscovered an old hobby of sketching.

As a diligent employee of Nooks & Crannies, Elle would make sure to keep her coffee cup full throughout that time, make friendly small talk, and just generally be cheery and pleasant. As of yet, Elle hadn’t served her in the more intimate way she had with many of her other customers. Sensing just how off Zoe had been this morning, however, Elle wondered if that might be about to change.

To anyone else happening by, Zoe might have seemed perfectly fine. Her raven-colored hair wasn’t messy or unkempt, but stylish and pretty as it flowed down just past her shoulders and across one side of her face. Peaked out on the uncovered side were shiny silver piercings on her nose and brow. Her make-up was clean and well applied. She wore nothing particularly fancy, which seemed normal for her, just well-fitting blue jeans and a tight, plain black t-shirt with a band’s logo that Elle didn’t recognize.

On the outside Zoe looked just as confident as she always did, but Elle prided herself on being able to read her customers like a book. And something was bothering Zoe. She hadn’t really drawn anything, and was clearly distracted for one. She spent more time twirling her pencil around than actually using it. Elle had brought her that first cup of coffee when she first sat down, as usual, but she hadn't touched it. She kept looking down at her phone but never actually picked it up. Her hand ran through her hair a bit too often.

Really she just seemed slightly uncomfortable, like she couldn't find a way to sit in her chair that worked for her. A problem Elle had never noticed her having before. Something was wrong and whatever it was, Zoe had been stewing on it all morning, radiating low grade negativity and not getting a lick of work done. For someone as devoted to her customers as Elle was, that was unacceptable. At least as long as she could do something about it.

Elle used her fingers to quickly reshape her bangs and made sure the rest of her brunette hair was still tied into its loose bun. Then she smoothed out her black and white polka-dotted skirt down past her knees. Finally she tugged on her loose red sweater and shuffled it around so that it formed a sort of pocket around her large breasts, making them more prominent. Everybody needed a little confidence ritual, she’d always said.

The most important part of hers was making sure to emphasize the size of her chest, which she considered her best feature. She’d guess most of her customers agreed. She loved the way they struggled to keep their eyes from them, even hidden underneath her sweaters.

Once her little ritual was finished she stepped into the private room and softly marched over to the gloomy figure before her. One of her arms found the back of Zoe’s chair and just ever so slightly touched the woman’s back. Zoe leaned back into it as she turned her head.

“Heya Zoe, thought I'd check on your coffee?” Elle was pleasantly smiling a well practiced smile. Zoe returned a mildly apologetic one back.

“Oh... yeah, I uh... haven't gotten to it yet.” Her voice was noticeably coarse, as if she either hadn’t much been using it, or had used it too much.

“What?!” Elle exclaimed with mock exaggeration. “Oh don't tell me I messed it up, I just couldn't take that today!” She picked up the mug of now cold coffee, waving her breasts dangerously close to Zoe. With a small sip she grimaced, then put the mug back down on the table. “Mmmm. Was it this cold when I brought it out?”

Zoe gifted her a sympathetic chuckle.

“No, Elle, it was perfect as always. I'm just a bit distracted today.”

“Oh really?” Elle said, turning around to lean against the table. “I hadn't noticed.” Her tone made it clear that she had definitely noticed.

Zoe sighed and swiveled her chair so that the two were facing each other.

“Here I thought I was doing a great job keeping it together...” She took a small sip of cold coffee and then she too grimaced before putting it back on the table, further away than before.

“Oh you are! You look all put together and everything, buuuuut it's kind of my thing to notice when something's off.”

She looked at Zoe expectantly, giving her a chance to open up about whatever it was that was bothering her. Elle wouldn't push it of course, but if Zoe needed to talk she would listen. The woman looked off into the distance as if thinking to herself. When she turned back she was slightly frowning.

“Uh, you win... It's my girlfriend. Well, ex-girlfriend. You probably saw us together around here a couple times.”

Elle had seen them around the bookstore together, on one of Zoe’s first visits, though didn’t know they were actually a couple. The way that she found them might’ve given that away, with the petite platinum-blonde-haired woman going down on Zoe in a quiet section of the store, but that sort of thing happened a lot at Nooks & Crannies. 

Now that she was thinking about them being together, she actually connected them as a very cute couple. A sort of ‘opposite’s attract’ kind of thing. The blonde had seemed bubbly and extroverted even from a distance and was wearing a skimpy pink dress over her small tanned body. That whole vibe really contrasted with Zoe’s dark-colored clothing and easygoing demeanor. Elle’s practiced smile faded as she joined the two together in her mind, and then split them apart.

“It's fine. I mean not really fine but like, we weren't living together or married or something,” Zoe said dismissively.

Elle's practiced smile hurried back to her, a bit more forced than usual. A vivid scene of the lively blonde woman kneeling before Zoe and bobbing her head back and forth was now stuck in Elle’s mind. It really was a shame, but it did give inspire a delightful idea about how to cheer Zoe up or at least help work her through some pain. Especially now that she knew the girl wasn’t in the picture anymore. 

She wrapped her feet casually around one of Zoe's calves, placed her hands on the table behind her, and arched her back so that her chest pushed outward. The littlest tinge of excitement ran across Zoe's face, whose eyes wandered downward.

“So, what happened?” Elle asked delicately.

“We were just growing apart I guess...” Zoe said with not a small amount of bitterness. Her eyes snapped back up to meet Elle’s, but she was clearly fighting to keep them from wandering.

Elle felt a little devious as she imagined herself in Zoe’s thoughts, being mentally undressed. She rubbed a leg against Zoe's calf. It wasn't the most sensual move, but it wasn’t a kind of rubbing you would do unless you wanted to be rubbed back. Her own wandering eyes watched Zoe's jeans tighten.

“And, I guess she didn't want to talk about that...” Zoe tried to keep going.

Elle had to pry her gaze up from the bulging outline around Zoe's crotch and found that she had gone back to ogling Elle's clothed breasts.

“So she decided to fuck some other chick instead,” Zoe finally finished her thought. Her eyes snapped back up to Elle and she smirked.

It was all the go ahead Elle needed. Wordlessly she stood up from the table, leaned over and unbuttoned the tightening jeans. Zoe made no complaints.

“That bitch.” Elle said, stumbling over the word bitch. She basically never cursed as a rule and said it very awkwardly, which earned a chuckle.

“Fucking bitch,” Zoe said far more naturally.

A moment later Elle had the jeans unbuttoned, unzipped, and held at the waistline. She peeled them off, giggling with excitement as a hard erection swung out standing at attention. She pulled the jeans as far down as she could manage while also slinking down on her knees and underneath the table. If anyone else poked their head into the room for some reason, they hopefully would just see a very relaxed Zoe sitting alone in a chair. Though it certainly wouldn’t be the first or last time someone caught one of Elle’s acts of generous intimacy.

As she got into her starting position she took a moment to really admire Zoe in her full glory, which she hadn't really taken in yet. It was quite a bit bigger than she thought it was.

“Your thing is huge, Zoe,” she said with a bit of genuine awe. She took the shaft of it in both of her hands, which wrapped around it like she was praying and rubbed her thumbs against it. Zoe’s body stiffened to match it.

"At least in that regard, I've never had any complaints,” she said.

“No kidding. I feel like that bimbo would have to be crazy to give this up,” Elle said. She was transfixed on it, eyeing it with appreciation. She decided to start stroking it more fully with one hand, and lay the other on Zoe's stomach.

“Huh, well, maybe her new chick is bigger.” Zoe said.

“... I doubt that.”

As Elle stroked, she looked about it as if it were a puzzle to solve, unsure of how to actually start, her face twisted up in thought. Finally she just decided to just start, and took in a deep breath and slowly sliding it as far down her throat as she could get it, fighting her gag reflex the deeper into her it went. She heard Zoe whisper something distantly.

She wasn't sure how far down the shaft she made it, but not down to the hilt before she her head slid backwards off of it, just as slow and deliberate. As it came out wet with saliva, Elle made sure to gaze up at Zoe longingly. She'd never met any woman who didn't love that.

Zoe practically melted into the chair, finally seeming to get comfortable and Elle filled to the brim with warm pride.

Once the full length of it was free she quickly took it back into her mouth, this time sucking and licking the tip. Elle focused on that much more manageable task until she had gotten the feel of it in her mouth better and then began to bob her head in and out in a steady motion, but still mostly working the head.

“I don't know what she even wanted really,” Zoe said in a breath. “I mean, at the end of it she would barely even… talk to me.” Her eyes watched Elle intensely, her hands gently rubbed the arms of her chair. “Seriously! She'd just sit there on her phone and hardly say shit when I asked her how her day was...”

“Mhmm!” Elle said, remembering that Zoe was in the middle of venting. She took the giant thing out of her mouth and held it at an angle so that Zoe could still see her face. “I hate that! Like, if I'm asking you questions it's because I want to talk to you. Take an interest, dang. And as a bookstore girl, don't get me started on phone time.” Then stuffed it back into her mouth again, this time confident enough to work it a bit deeper than before.

“Exactly! Is it really so much to ask you take an interest in your fucking… girlfriend,” Zoe said. One of her hands picked up a weird flat-looking pencil and started twirling it. “Ugh... that feels so good… it actually took her a while to get used to it, I don't think she'd ever seen a big dick before.”

Elle tried to say that ‘big’ was an understatement, but only muffled sounds escaped past the thing.

“You know we did something like this here once...”

“No way!” Elle said, pulling herself off of it again and releasing a pool of drool from her mouth before diving back in.

“Yeah it was nice... and that was the last time she did that… she hated giving head...”

Zoe’s words drifted off. Elle took the pause in conversation to start boldly working the shaft even deeper into her throat, listening to Zoe steadily breathing in and out like she was meditating.

After a few minutes fingers weaved into Elle's hair and wrapped around the back of her head with a tight grip, but not pushing or pulling her either way. Elle was thankful for that. Her body wasn’t threatening to gag constantly anymore, but it still took a lot of effort to get the massive amount of Zoe down her throat again and again. Saliva was steadily seeping from her mouth and had now well coated both the lower half of her face and Zoe’s member.

“Loved getting head though…” Zoe said suddenly with an unsteady voice. Her fingers started to gracefully massage Elle's scalp.

“I mean I loved making her cum... just sometimes I'd love a little... fucking reciprocation… damn you are a fantastic listener.”

Without thinking, Elle attempted to sweetly thank Zoe for the compliment. The massive shaft within her felt like it was reaching all the way down into her vocal cords and it vibrated through her as she tried to muffle out indistinguishable words.

Instead of a cutesy ‘wow, thank you,’ Zoe instead saw Elle gag hard and suddenly pull many inches of slobbery-wet erection out of her mouth like a magic trick. Elle was coughing, and breathing hard through her mouth for the first time in minutes. Gooey clear saliva was dripping from her chin. As she looked up at Zoe, still gasping, she saw an endearing mix of real concern and raw desire. The fingers left Elle's head and instead made their way around the trembling shaft in front of her.

“That was incredible Elle… but I can finish up from here... I'm really close...” Zoe’s hand was slowly stroking herself and her eyes were locked in on Elle's soapy face.

It felt incredibly sweet and well-meaning to Elle, which only motivated her further to finish what she started.

“How dare you!” Elle said, pretending with exaggeration to be offended. She soiled her sweater sleeve as she wiped her face, but that hardly mattered as a stream of wetness had already soaked the neckline anyways. She playfully slapped Zoe's hand away from its stroking. Then she gave Zoe one of her very pleasant smiles, the same smile she would give if she were about to refill her coffee cup.

Next Elle grabbed the bottom of her red sweater and pulled it just above her breasts, and with a practiced motion pulled off her bra and slung it away. An incredibly smug confidence radiated from her as her bare breasts came tumbling out free in front of her.

“Now sit back, please. The girls and I have a job to finish, you just keep talking about what's-her-face.” Elle said, and wrapped her massive breasts around Zoe’s massive shaft as if it were key made perfectly for her lock and moved them about in alternating circular motions, lubing them up from the wet member in the process.

Zoe attempted to laugh and instead gasped as Elle started working.

After getting into the motion of it with her breasts, Elle decided to add her mouth back into the equation, but only taking on the head of the thing. She took no time at all building up the pace and soon Zoe was back to grabbing the armrests of the chair and even starting moaning.

“Well... um… Jesus, how could I even talk about her right now...” Zoe said, as much to herself as to Elle.

Her breath was heaving and her body was tightening in her chair.

“I mean seriously… your tits Elle... damn... that feels fucking incredible.”

Elle risked a glance at Zoe, still rubbing her breasts on the thick shaft while sucking its head.

“You.. are.. so.. good.. at.. that!” Zoe was holding back loud moans behind each word she said. She bit her lip hard every time she looked downward at the show.

Elle relentlessly kept her pace, feeling Zoe twitching and on the brink, until seeing her suddenly take in a very deep breath. At that moment Elle forced herself downward and the shaft went deep into her throat. She imagined Zoe's eyes rolling backwards as she emptied hot cum down Elle's throat, who swallowed multiple times quickly before pulling herself up for air.

Zoe sat back against her chair with her eyes closed and fought to catch her breath.

When she finally opened her eyes, Elle had left the little area under the table and was leaning over her chair from behind, her breasts hidden again by the soiled sweater.

“How was that?” Elle asked with her pleasant smile. She loved getting feedback.

“Way better than that bitch.”

Elle let her exceedingly pleased expression shine brightly at Zoe, and dared to kiss her cheek from the side. Zoe didn't seem to mind.

“Let me grab you some water and something to clean up with, then I’ll be right back, okay?” She said, with the same kind of tone she would use for any other customer.

Zoe nodded, but watched Elle like a greedy hawk looking for a meal.

Before she made it out of the room, a giggling Elle turned to Zoe and lifted her sweater, letting her breasts tumble free again. The look she got back from Zoe was exactly the sort of thing that reminded Elle why she loved her work so much.

Part 1 of 3.