Between prejudice and love

In the newsroom of that newspaper, Camila, the editor-in-chief, read with a mixture of anger and impatience the report of a young intern. "This girl has only frivolity in her mind", she thought, throwing her long light-brown, slightly wavy hair back, while her green eyes scanned the exposed text on the computer screen. "I may be from another generation, after all, she's only 20 and I'm 34 years old. But journalism has to be serious!" he speculated to himself, at the same time as he e-mailed the intern, ordering her to come to his office immediately. The headquarters of the newspaper was located in an elegant neighborhood of São Paulo. It occupied the premises of what was, one day, a charming three-story residential mansion. The dimensions of the property allowed Camila to have a private office. After all, she was an experienced and successful journalist. She had risked her career by taking the position of editor-in-chief in that company, and she deserved privacy and comfort in the work environment. The secretary announced that the intern had arrived. Camila pulled up her white silk blouse, polished her shoulders, and resting her forearms on the table, waited for her to come in. A sensual woman entered the room. She wore a white T-shirt, jeans and sneakers. However, the leather belt, with a gold-plated finish, gave her a touch both sophisticated and rebellious. Tall and slender, round and firm breasts, she possessed a natural sensuality. Her blond hair, long and smooth, was arranged in a bow. She had large blue-turquoise eyes framed by dense eyelashes, a puffy nose and full and sensual lips. Walking gracefully, she sat in front of Camila. "Did you send for me, boss?" she asked, her voice melodious and tender. It was Selina. Seeing herself alone with her, Camila felt lost for a moment. She usually reacted well in front of her colleagues, but everything seemed different in her presence. Selina was simply the most captivating woman she had ever met, and in a way, that seemed intimidating. As if that wasn't enough, she was smiling in her direction as she untied the cocoon that held her long, smooth, silky hair, letting it fall seductively over her shoulders. There was a moment of silence. Collecting the hair clippings in one hand, Selina could not deny that she admired Camila for the professional she was. The professional achievements she had achieved, in a world still dominated by men, were only a tribute to the intelligence and audacity of that wonderful and passionate woman. "It's also fascinating to hear her talk", Selina thought, feeling her stomach contract. Besides being intelligent, Camila's firm, slightly hoarse voice led her to imagine how pleasant it would be to hear her more often. "And with more intimacy", Selina whirled her thought, and slid her long, thin fingers through her loose, free hair. Leaning forward, Camila supported her chin in her hands, and resolved to expel from herself all the warmth and fascination that Selina's abrasive magnetism provoked. Feigning extreme coldness, he began: - You know why I called you here, don't you? Selina said yes with a nod of her head. "I think that was my last article, wasn't it?" Selina crossed her legs and leaned back in the back of the chair. "It's very bad, I'm sure. I'd love to know where I went wrong", she added, giving Camila a natural, gentle smile. With her heart pounding harder, Camila continued. "Your latest article is offensive and insulting", she said in a cold but slightly trembling voice. "Besides, you are cynical and cynical in your writing. And you use adjectives excessively". Selina raised her hands. - I'm trying to be funny. After all, it's an entertainment column. It's not a serious thing. - He opened the bag and dropped the hair clips - It's something you read and forget five minutes later - he justified, with a shadow of apprehension in his eyes. "Wow, sounds like my mother up talking", Selina blurted out to herself, crossing her arms. Camila forced a smile as she watched it close. - You've crossed all the lines, Selina. Look what you've written - she pointed to the computer screen. - Where did you get the idea that Britney Spears is a fan of lesbian porn!?! - Camila clicked the mouse and continued, while Selina turned her eyes up, breathing deeply. - And this here? "Fashion for Cookie"? Paquita-style jackets are a hit in London! It's a total lack of respect for any reader. - It's all in European newspapers, I didn't invent anything - she gave a naughty smile. - But these military jackets like paquita, in England they call drummer-boy, I thought they look sexier for cookies. It's feminine and composes a half-boy style, you know? Besides they have a half-fetish appeal here in Brazil. Camila almost laughed. - You start talking about lesbian porn videos, fashion for lesbians and end up saying that Madonna lost her virginity to a girlfriend, - Camila emphasized that last word - and adds that she is "inspirational". - I think you have a lot of prejudice? - Selina interrupted her. - After all, she is inspiring because she is bold and ahead of her time. - An unexpected glow took Selina's eyes. - I also wrote that for a reason. - What's that? - There's a lot of girls who lose their virginity for fun and then... - Camilla interrupted you. - So, you've never played? I mean, with a friend. Play boyfriend? Selina explained. - I don't know what that means. - Playing girl-girl with a friend... rehearsing kisses, things like that. - Selina blushed. - And other more exciting and provocative things, too. - She crossed her arms and gave a suggestive smile to Camila. I've never had friends so... how can I say? - Intimate with you? Camila flipped her executive chair sideways for Selina. It's super normal, and there's nothing wrong with a woman recognizing that another woman is beautiful and gorgeous. "Who taught you to speak and write like that?" Camila pointed, disturbed by the sight of Selina's legs, who was sitting at the edge of her desk. She pushed her hair back with her hand and narrowed her eyes on Camila. Camila felt her heart racing, a chill in her stomach, a growing sense that she was losing control of the situation. She wanted to avoid being too close to Selina. She was too disturbing and abrasive! So she got up and walked around the center of the room and crossed her hands, squeezing one palm into the other. "Selina, you seem to be using an adjective for every sentence you use". Camila exclaimed, staring into her deep, bright eyes and taking a deep breath to quell the turmoil going on inside her. Selina interrupted her, opened her lips provocatively, and passed the tip of her tongue between them. "How could I describe your eyes?" asked Selina, insinuatingly, with a sensual look at Camila. "Describe it however you want", asked Camila, shrugging her shoulders to make it look like nothing. However, without noticing what she was doing, she discovered that she was walking slowly towards Selina, as if she were a victim of that woman's wonderful magnetism. The nervousness that agitated her stomach mixed with the excitement. Selina remained silent, knowing how aggressive she could be in seduction, and she waited like a huntress for her prey to come within her grasp, and then enveloped her in a final, fatal embrace. When Camila stood in front of her, Selina smiled inside. Her gaze became indolent and malicious, and a warm wave of anticipation ran through her body. "You have a passionate, domineering and engaging look", Selina declared, her voice sounding like a whisper as her fingers drew an imaginary line across Camila's shoulders, making her skin all itchy. "Too sensual", she urged, her voice hoarse and deep, her eyes narrowed provocatively and invitingly. Selina took Camila's face in her hands and nibbled her lower lip. "Is this how you play?" whispered Camila, lifting her face, her lips inches from Selina's. - Did you know that I applied for an internship here just because of you? - Selina slid her arms up to Camila's waist, and pulled her body close to yours. - After you gave a lecture at my journalism school, I found out that you were... - she quickly kissed Camila and gave a chuckle that was more of a warm sigh - I was mad at you. Trying to ignore the effect of the soft hands that clasped her to that magnificent female body, of that warm breath that blew gently against her neck, Camila inquired, in her gentle voice: "Those lectures were almost three years ago", he muttered, running his fingers through Selina's soft, silky hair. Selina kissed the soft curve of her neck. That caress elicited a deep, tense groan from Camila. Then she slid the tip of her tongue to the lobe of Camila's ear and nibbled it. "It's true", Selina confessed once more in her ear. Camila's body immediately reacted to both that caress and the confession. Heat. A wave of pleasure began to burn in her lower belly, pulsating, sliding like flames between her legs. "You don't know how long I've yearned for this moment". She gently rubbed the skin of her face against hers, forcing Camila to fight desperately not to sink and succumb definitively, even though she knew that this was her destiny. "We need to discuss... put into perspective what's going on", Camila responded, in a whisper, her arms instinctively wrapped around Selina's scruffy neck. Camila closed her eyes. It was impossible to put up any resistance as Selina's firm lips began to devour, nibble, taste her lower lip. Camila opened her lips and felt Selina's mouth close on hers. Her hot, domineering tongue exploring the inside of her mouth, entwined in an erotic dance with her tongue. "I locked the door as soon as I walked in", Selina muttered, her lips close to Camila's. "Just the two of us, how nice!" She gave Camila another kiss, wrapped her in a possessive embrace between her long, magnificent legs. Quickly, her nervous hands pulled Camila's blouse from the hem of her skirt and her long fingers began to undo the buttons of their houses, exposing the other's body to her sight. There was no turning back. Camila's heart began to race with urgency as Selina lay with her on the gray carpet, undressing her, kissing her, exploiting her. "You suck", Camila snorted, allowing Selina to take off her blouse and bra, as if to free the stuffy breasts for the caresses of her hungry and seductive mouth. "You planned the whole thing", she protested, burning with desire. She came to hate herself for being so vulnerable to Selina; however, when Selina's lips captured her stiff nipples and pressed them firmly, a wave of pleasure swept over her body, causing her to utter a muffled groan of capitulation. "You want me", Selina muttered, experiencing a delicious sense of triumph. "Just as I want you". And she slipped her tongue over Camila's stiff, sensitive nipple as she got rid of her own clothes. - Our... - Camila let out a trembling sigh. - You're trying to kill me with pleasure. - Suddenly, she discovered that the caresses had stopped and Selina was kneeling beside her, her eyes fixed on hers. The sight of Selina's stunning body amazed her. How beautiful and seductive that woman was! She had the passionate grace of a cat ready to jump. "I just want to seduce you", declared Selina, smiling, already free of the T-shirt and skirt. "Even if you have other ideas", Selina opened the clasp of her bra and threw it away - I intend to be her only option. "And she bent over Camila's body, kissing her, taking her in her arms and pressing her breasts against hers. Wrapped in intoxicating sensations, Camila arched her hips, and her skirts slid down her thighs and legs, under the command of Selina's domineering and daring hands. Then the panties followed the same course, gloriously releasing all the splendor of her nakedness. Appealing to what little common sense she had left, she tried to pull her away from herself, couldn't conceive of the prospect of being seduced by an intern, almost panicked, grabbed Selina by the forearms, and said, - You know I'm going to fire her. - Camila didn't understand when a smile burst from Selina's lips. - Let's stop, please. - She still tried to continue, but Selina crushed her soft lips in a burning kiss. With her hand sliding across Camila's breasts and abdomen, her lips touching hers, Selina muttered, - You can fire me, I don't need this job. - She framed a breast of Camila in her hand and lowered her face to it, taking one of the nipples in her mouth and caressing it until it turned into a small, firm and sensitive button. - I have other sources of income, much more tempting - Selina informed and ran her hand through the inner part of Camila's thighs. Lovingly, she lightly caressed her lower lips with her fingers, producing waves of sensuality that engulfed Camila's last resistances. - What sources of income? - Camila had the strength to ask, delighted to feel Selina's hand resting on her soft pubis and entwining her fingers in the silky tufts of her hair. - She answers me - Camila begged and parted her thighs, arched her hips, urging Selina to plunge into herself. "I'm an escort", Selina said in her ear, her wrist resting on Camila's pubic area and her index and middle fingers running down her lips. "An escort of a very special kind", she said with a chuckle. And she dipped one finger into Camila's sex, then another, and another. Camila groaned loudly and raised her hips even more in the direction of Selina's exciting hand that dissolved her with back and forth movements. Sometimes slow, sometimes fast. Sometimes exploratory, sometimes rapturous. But always caressing and torrid. "I can't admit that", Camila protested in a whimper. "I can't admit to having a relationship with a slut". She didn't dare finish the sentence. She discovered that Selina was rolling her body to the side, as if she were moving away from her for good. "You're prejudiced", Selina declared, approaching him again and moving her breasts over Camila's body, and trotting her tongue all the way to the center of her femininity. "In fact, I love what I do. It's well-paid and delicious", she said, lying between Camila's legs and stroking her clitoris with her fingers, making circular movements around it in a deadly dance. Then Selina took him between her lips and squeezed him with extreme delicacy between her teeth. With her tongue, she licked him like a sensual cat, awakening sensations that Camila didn't know and left her breathless. "Stop"... Camila sighed, standing up on her elbows. In the same instant, her eyes caught Selina's gaze turned to her as she insinuated her insistent tongue between the lips of her trembling and excited vulva. That was too much for Camila. She screamed as Selina forced her tongue into her vagina, sipping its wonderful moisture as if drinking honey. Delicious. Intoxicating. Camila gave another scream of pleasure as Selina inserted her fingers into her penis and raised her mouth to the clitoris again, sucking it tightly and carefully, emitting waves of electricity throughout her body. It wasn't long before a pressure began to form inside Camila. Her mind whirled, and the air seemed denser inside her. She closed her eyes tightly, held her breath, and suddenly something seemed to explode inside her body. Waves of spasms followed one another, gripping and stinging, hot! The world then dissolved in passion and heat, causing her to fly to a region free of anguish or fear, without moral judgments or prejudices, to a world of only infinite pleasure and sweetness. When Camila opened her eyes, she recognized Selina lying on her elbow next to her, smiling tenderly. Waiting for her. No one had ever shown her such affection and care before, Camila acknowledged. Without fear, Camila allowed a tear to roll down her face. - What you're doing is very dangerous... - Camila whispered, turning her body towards Selina. - Was it that good? - Selina laughed and lightly kissed Camila's face, snatching the tear between her lips. - Her taste is a delight - she proclaimed and kissed him passionately. Camila was receptive, still excited about the climax, and longing for more, and she grabbed Selina's hand and pulled her to her breast, screaming for more and more. Raising her chin, Camila broke off the kiss. - I wouldn't want you to prostitute - Camila's voice was small, trembling. Her whole body was reborn in desire as Selina gently squeezed her nipple between her fingers. "Money is good and I like it", said Selina with a glow in her eyes that hypnotized Camila. A sensual, fiery glow. "I have a hand-picked clientele, I know what I'm doing". She arched her body back and, grabbing Camila by the back of the neck, held the tip of her nipple against her lips. "And I know the difference between sex and love", she groaned, feeling Camila's lips and tongue sinking into her firm, hot flesh. "They take advantage of me, and I take advantage of them instead of simply exploiting them". With her hand she held back Camila's arm that was slanting toward her sex. "Why not?" asked Camila, both intrigued and smiling. Selina smiled charmingly and fell to her knees. "I'm used to running these kinds of situations, just like you run your newspaper, so leave it to me", he said with a wide, conspiratorial smile. Watching Selina sit between her legs and slide her body forward, Camila vibrated: Selina's blond hair glittering in a golden hue in the light, her gorgeous breasts, the seductive curves of her body, it was a breathtaking sight. "The stories I hear from girls who have worked as escorts are horrible", Camila recalled, as Selina passed one leg under her left thigh and the other over her right, demonstrating grace and very sweet and engaging care. They may not know how to pick the right clients, but I do, and I don't expose myself too much, and I only serve a few, and it's very tasty. Sensually, she intertwined her legs more tightly with Camila's so that they could join their sexes in a gentle and delicate, overwhelming and torrid kiss. Camila laughed softly and pleasantly. "Come, Camila", asked Selina, her hands opening the lips of her sex. "Shut your mouth and come!" she ordered gently, her eyes shining with desire. Noticing the urgency in Selina's eyes, a wave of moist fire swept over Camila's body. In surrender, she opened her thighs further and drew closer, allowing Selina to touch her sex with hers. Then, in a dazzlingly erotic ballet, they both intertwined their legs tightly, they lowered their hands to their genitals, opening their full, velvety, soft lips, then they moved slowly forward until the moist flesh of their pink, full vulvas was fully compressed into each other. "You are a delight", whispered Selina in a hoarse groan, feeling the abrasive effect of her intumescent femininity sliding over Camila's tasty, hard clitoris. Both then arched their bodies backward, seeking support, balancing on their elbows on the carpet, their sexes fully folded, their legs entwined over their thighs and hips. They felt totally connected and united in this way, arching and twisting their hips, delighting in the slippery moisture of their tired lips, feeling them darken, feeling their clitoris stiffen as they were stroked, feeling the delicious and intense waves of warmth sweeping over their bodies. Camila and Selina, prevented from kissing each other by the position, gazed at each other fascinated, and ran their hands down, opening their sexes to each other, making the momentum more intense and feverish, closer and closer to the climax. And then, at the same time, both of them experienced an intense and devastating orgasm beginning to expand and grow throughout their bodies, and suddenly, the climax struck them wonderfully in the same instant, mixing their groans of ecstasy and their trembling. Camila heard Selina whisper in her ear. Then she discovered that she was spread over her, sexy, hungry, and smiling. They kissed again, and the whole dance of mutual enchantment and excitement turned them on again. They made love over and over again, which is very common between two women, and finally, they gave in to sheer exhaustion. Camila thus discovered that Selina was an insurmountable lover, who had never experienced sensuality so intensely as in her hands and in her arms. Looking at Selina stretched out on the carpet, Camila felt a pain in her chest. She was beautiful with her eyes closed and her lips bent in a millimeter smile of rest. Crossing her breasts and thighs with her eyes, a bitter wave of jealousy invaded her. She couldn't imagine Selina in the arms of anyone else. Even more so in the hands of anyone else, since she was an escort. - Do you take me seriously? Selina said yes. - Yes, and a lot - she spoke with a sweet expression, her eyes half closed. - I always glimpse a future perspective in a relationship. When I get involved, I get involved with my heart. You are not a mere sensual adventure for me, Camila. - She stood up, leaning on her elbows - But I don't know if you accept me as I am. - She took a lock of hair from her face and stared at her deeply. - You are so much more mature and intellectual. I think you will get tired of me in a short time. Camila frowned. - Why do you say that? - You didn't ask anything about my family. How I was raised, about things I like or don't like. - Selina sighed. - She was just surprised because I'm a companion. But she didn't show concern about it. Just amazement. - Selina's eyes became distant. - Now she's worried about you. Whether I love her or not. - Selina stretched her body again, passing her arm over her eyes. Raising her other hand, she said with a smile: - But still, I like you. Camila sat down next to Selina and ran her hand through her hair in a gesture of affection. "You're right", he said calmly. "I think living in São Paulo ends up turning us into such self-centered, individualistic people that we eventually forget how to relate to others". "You haven't said whether you like me or not", she replied, amused. I don't know how I'm gonna get used to the fact that you're a date, but I'm gonna try, and I think the best way to start a relationship is to strip away all the preconceptions and be absolutely honest. Selina felt Camila's hands caressing her face, and she sighed with happiness. That day, a wonderful relationship began. Camila learned that she should not be prejudiced. She learned to listen more carefully to people, putting aside her own moral values. Selina, on the other hand, was rewarded for having the courage to fight for her dream of living next to Camila, whom she admired and loved for a long time, and for being honest with the person she loved. After all, sincerity is the number one rule in love, which already loves who must know how to conjugate the verb "accept" in all its forms.