The Wizardess and the Legal Secretary by patricia51

(Alex Russo is back at her home Museum for a while and taking night classes towards her Master's. So is a hopeful legal secretary named Carrie. When they run into each other, literally, sparks fly. Femslash. Alex Russo/Carrie Spooner.)

(Note: Spooner is Carrie Huffernan's maiden name so this takes place before she meets Doug and the beginning of "King of Queens".)

It was fun to be home, Alexandra "Alex" Russo thought as she sat on the old familiar stool behind the counter and beside the cash register of the Sub Station. It seemed like she had grown up on this stool. And she was still doing as little work as possible while sitting on it. Indeed, it was what she had always aimed at back in those growing-up days, doing nothing at all.

She let her gaze wander around the restaurant. Still the same decor pretty much, although it had been kept up and spruced up. Little touches showed up that was obviously the work of the new owner.

It DID feel weird not having Dad and Mom around. But they were happily settled in Hawaii now, leaving the Sub Station in the capable, amazing though that was, hands of Max. She had a suspicion that, now and then, Maxine was getting out, mentally at least. The management skills he was showing were almost too good to be true. Then again it MIGHT have to do with his girlfriend Darlene, who swept through the place like a whirlwind, leaving filled orders and cleaned tables in her wake. Alex hoped that Max would end up marrying her.

Speaking of marriage, Alex had slipped through the portal to the Wizard World to visit WizTech and spend some time with Justin and Juliet. It didn't seem possible, it didn't seem like this much time could have possibly passed, enough time for them to have four kids. All human too, not a hint of vampire to be found in any one of them. Neither Justin nor Juliet had the slightest idea why, they were just happy about it. Plus, Juliet served as a surrogate mom for all of the kids at WizTech, especially those younger ones away from home. How they had time for each other Alex couldn't figure out, but they did and were obviously more in love with each other each passing day.

The time was passing though. Alex remembered making a joking comment once about saving her strength for her thirties, that she had big plans for then. Well, those thirties were getting darned close now. She really hadn't had any plans back then, except expending the least amount of energy possible, but look at her now. A college graduate, employed as a curator for the Metropolitan Museum of Art and in charge of a traveling exhibition that had just returned from touring all over the US and Canada.

Amazing anyone who knew her when she was younger, Alex had loved the trip. She loved art, enjoyed visiting all the cities she had been to and most of all had enjoyed a number of delightful encounters with a variety of women. Her plans for the next few months, while another traveling exhibition was assembled, was to work at the Museum during the day, attend grad school in the evenings and spend the weekends chasing some New York girls.

At first, she didn't find anyone who interested her. Then, one evening after class, she ran into someone. Literally. As she left her night class, she turned right without looking and ran into someone coming out of the next doorway. Papers and books flew everywhere. She dropped to her knees to grab wildly at her books and notes, sensing more than seeing someone else was doing the same as she grumbled.

"Watch where you're going, why don't you?"

Alex's frustration turned to amusement as she realized the other person involved, also female, had said almost exactly the same words at the same time. She looked at the other girl, brown eyes as dark as her own meeting her gaze. She saw the same attitude change in them, going from almost anger to laughter. The two girls busied themselves picking up everything, not paying attention to which of them an item might belong. When the floor was clear, they stood up.

"Hi, I'm Alex Russo."

"Carrie Spooner."

"Nice to meet you, even if it was an unusual way." Alex looked over her new acquaintance. Cute. A couple of inches shorter than her but possibly a few pounds heavier. But if so, those pounds made for a very nice rounded body. Beyond that, she just somehow seemed like someone Alex could get along with. From her first remark, she suspected Carrie had a temper, but then she did too. Besides, the other girl was REALLY cute.

"Nice to meet you too, although for a moment there I figured I would never be saying that."

"Me either, to be honest." A thought struck Alex. "Since we seem to have mixed up our papers, how about a cup of coffee while we sort them out? I know just the place."

It didn't take long and they were seated in a booth at the Waverly Sub Station. Darlene was starting to close up but had welcomed Alex and her friend with a smile plus a pitcher of coffee and two mugs. Alex poured and they sipped as they straightened their papers and books out.

"So what's the story here?" asked Carrie, waving one hand to encompass the Sub Station.

Alex explained about this once being her parents' place and how she and her brothers had worked there growing up. She wasn't completely forthright, simply saying that her older brother was a headmaster for a school "out of the country" and her younger brother had taken over when her parents retired.

"You didn't mind?"

"Oh no." Obviously, Alex didn't say anything about winning the family wizard competition, rather saying she had already started college and had a career ahead of her. "Max liked the idea of him running the place," she concluded, "And Justin and I both turned our shares in the ownership over to him when it became obvious this was Max's calling and neither of us was going to be around. Much anyway."

"So you're in college?"

"Grad school, actually," Alex admitted. "At night after work while I'm home for a while."

This called for an explanation of her job with the Met and a summary of her travels with the exhibition she curated, leaving out all encounters of the closest kind she had along the way.

"I started planning on getting my Master's in 'History of Art and Archaeology'. But I changed over to 'Conservation of Historic and Artistic Works' recently. It has a lot of lab time but it's fascinating. I get to see behind the scenes, so to speak, and learn how to preserve some of the very works that I love so much."

"Wow." Carrie seemed a little subdued, something Alex had already come to believe was not in her nature. That was cleared up when the other girl confessed that all she was doing was taking a secretarial course. Immediately Alex reached across the table and took Carrie's hands in her own.

"That's great, Carrie!"

"Really?"

"Sure. You're doing something, something to improve yourself and your life. You're not just sitting on your bottom," Alex managed to bite back prefixing that last word with "Cute" or "Sexy". "So I've got a bit farther along than you have. You'll do just as well."

"Okay." Carrie brightened and squeezed Alex's hands. Alex was in no hurry to end that so for several moments they sat there until suddenly it seemed to dawn on Carrie what they were doing and she released Alex's hands. The other girl made no attempt to hang on. It was definitely too early for that. Plenty of time to see how things developed.

So things began. Alex and Carrie saw each other often after class at first and then at other times. None of those times could really be considered a date. Apparently, Carrie had no interest in being more than friends. Well, that was okay, if that was as far as it went, so be it. She was so busy with work and school that just having a friend was good. Besides, a short trip to New Haven one weekend had ended up with her meeting the daughter of a nurse she had encountered in Denver while on tour. She walked crooked for several days after that for it seemed that Teddy Duncan had adopted her mother Amy's fondness for using a strapon and using it a LOT. Regardless, it calmed her down.

Then Carrie had let slip that she was seeing someone. Alex thought that was fine, after all, not every woman in the world she was interested in was going to end up in bed with her. Or pinning her against the stone wall of a Yale building's entrance during a storm. But then Carrie asked for her help in setting up the perfect seduction, confessing that she just didn't know how to proceed with it on her own. That left Alex at a loss. She had debated telling Carrie that she absolutely no experience in seducing guys or getting them to seduce her. But she figured it couldn't be all that different from seducing other girls so she would give it a shot.

It turned out to be more of a stress than she thought. Oh, not the discussions and planning of the date itself. Without going into details, Carrie assured her that she had that under control, even knowing how she was going to get her target back to her apartment. The hardest part for Alex was helping Carrie decide on what outfit to wear. Standing still while another attractive female continues to try on clothes, often stripping down to her underwear or beyond, would have aroused any even slightly gay or bi girl, much less one that had enjoyed several interesting fantasies about that girl. By the time the outfit was chosen, Alex was already reeling. Then it got worse.

Setting the mood once Carrie got her date back to her apartment was easy. After all, candles and soft music and such were pretty much standard in any situation. But then Carrie compounded Alex's arousal by asking her opinion on what "something more comfortable" she should slip into once the door was closed and locked. Once again, Alex did her best as the pair stood in Carrie's bedroom.

"Now that you're back here, you need the perfect outfit. One that isn't too, too blatant but that will grab his attention and never let it go. Let's see," Alex rummaged through Carrie's closet. "Ah this," she drew out a long-sleeved blouse that she judged would fall to the top of Carrie's thighs. "This is perfect. The embroidery on the front will direct his attention to your cleavage and give a generous hint at it but not give away to much. Find some nice skimpy panties. Black would be good. They'll show just a little when you move. No bra. Go change. Oh, wait," Alex plucked a pair of black, open-toe heels from a shoe rack. These too."

It was only a matter of moments before the other girl appeared. Alex swallowed. Hard. Even though she had already had a picture in her mind of how Carrie was going to look, the other girl was even more attractive then she had thought.

"Oh my God, Carrie. You're gorgeous. Go look at yourself in the mirror."

"Are you sure," the other girl asked. She moved to the mirror. She struck a pose, then several more. Each one was a little more provocative and Alex was having a hard time staying on the other side of the room.

"Trust me, Carrie. When I say no one could resist you in that outfit, I mean no one at all."

And that included her, Alex admitted. Especially her. When Carried began to run her hands over her body, Alex's last resistance crumbled. As though drawn by some mysterious force she found herself moving across the room towards Carrie. Moving? She felt like she was floating. Her heart was pounding and she could barely draw breath. She had reached the point she could no longer contain herself.

Now she was so close behind Carrie that she could feel the heat radiating from the body before her. She stared over Carrie's shoulder, her eyes meeting the other girl's gaze in the mirror. To her surprise, the most dominant emotion she saw there was determination.

Carrie was already breathing in short quick gasps. Those deepened as Alex brushed the long brown hair to one side. She placed a gentle kiss of the back of Carrie's neck as her hands settled on the secretary's hips. She blew in one ear before her lips returned to the side of that kissable neck. Carrie moaned once as Alex's fingers curled and her nails glided down down the smooth thighs and returned up the back of them. Deeper moans followed as those nails traced the creases of the full ass cheeks, Carrie's skimpy panties offering no bar to Alex's exploration.

Now Alex's arms encircled Carrie. Her right hand slipped up inside the shirt to settle on Carrie's tummy. Alex flattened her hand and rubbed in big circles, brushing first the top of Carrie's panties and then the bottom of her breasts.

Carrie turned her head and her lips met Alex's. Their mouths opened immediately. Carrie reached back, her hands on Alex's hips and her fingers pulling up the other girl's dress until they could stroke Alex's warm skin. The kiss broke for a moment. Alex saw Carrie was smiling.

"About time!" the shorter girl said as Alex realized that Carrie's smile was filled with mischief.

"What?" Alex said with surprise as Carrie wiggled in her arms and turned around.

"I was getting desperate. One more moment and I would have been crossing the room to attack you. I didn't think you would ever going to make a pass at me."

"You knew?"

"Of course I knew. The way you would look me over made my toes curl. And you were always finding excuses to touch me and your hands would linger when you did. Oh, I knew."

"But your date!" protested Alex. "And getting him back here and all the rest of it."

"I never said," Carrie licked the hollow of Alex's throat, "that I was seeing a guy. It was always you. I just was leading you on. And making you chase me. It has been very good for my ego to have such a lovely woman pursue me."

"You!" Alex could think of no other words. Action was demanded instead.

Alex's hands slipped down and caught the hem of Carrie's shirt. A quick lift pulled it over the other girl's head, tossing it aside. Fingertips danced over the now exposed soft rounded breasts and their hard brown tips. Carrie moaned. Wasting no time, she struck back, pushing the straps of Alex's dress off her shoulders before her hands slid around to find the zipper and pull it down. Alex wiggled and her dress fell to the floor. Since she had skipped a bra, partially out of hope but mostly out of comfort, the two girls were left only in panties once they had both kicked their shoes off.

Carrie was shorter but had no trouble dragging the admittedly non-resisting Alex to her bed. Once there, the secretary spun the curator around and pushed her back on to the bed. Alex obligingly fell and proceeded to wiggle seductively on the mattress. Carrie's eyes raked up and down the other girl's body and with a whoop, she fell on her.

Alex had no way of knowing if this was Carrie's first time with another girl or her tenth. Or twentieth. Judging from the way that she lifted Alex's right leg to her shoulder, straddled her left leg and begin to ride Alex, it probably wasn't the first. But maybe it was just natural talent. Both girls had worn sheer panties and both of those items were soaked immediately, offering no resistance to Carrie grinding the heck out of her.

Alex came. Carrie came. Therefore it was Alex's turn to take charge. She rolled Carrie over on to her back. After a quick kiss, she shifted her attention to Carrie's breasts, perfectly rounded and just a little larger than her own. Like her own, the other girl's nipples were dark but with much larger aureola than hers. She licked the hard tips, swirled her tongue over the orbs and plunged her face between them, taking them in her hands and lightly squeezing. Then she slid down, giving Carrie's nipples a final pinch.

As the Wizardess kissed down Carrie's tummy, her hands moved down ahead of her lips. They caught Carrie's panties and the other girl lifted her hips just enough for Alex to slide them down. Carrie's legs kicking to get those panties off her ankles made Alex pause for a few moments but she used the time to admire how those legs flexed. Then she was able to slip her hands under Carrie, fasten them to that cute ass and bury her head between the other girl's legs.

Carrie flailed on the bed, obviously already quite sensitive, as Alex's tongue immediately found her clit. Abandoning the round butt she had been squeezing, Alex's right hand moved around and two of her fingers slid inside Carrie's wetness. They pumped in and out, spreading inside the other girl and working their way deeper. Not to leave herself out of the fun, Alex's left hand pushed her own panties down. She drove her index finger into her body and her thumb ground her own clit.

Alex was surprised at how long both girls managed to contain herself. But eventually, Carrie couldn't hold back and her orgasm pushed Alex over the edge too. By the time the pair stopped spasming and shaking, Alex had just enough energy to crawl back up the bed and take an equally exhausted Carrie in her arms.

"Sneak," she repeated before they fell asleep.

Alex smiled to herself as she relived that night. It had been wonderful and tonight she and Carrie had their third actual date. There might now be many more, the last time Carrie had admitted she really had met a guy named Doug and that she thought she was falling for him. That was fine with Alex, Carrie was fun but neither of them considered the other to be a forever partner. She wished the cute secretary nothing but the best. Didn't mean she wasn't planning on taking full advantage of any time they had left together.

She straightened up on her stool. Ah, there was Carrie. She straightened even more, almost falling off her stool. For close behind her was Teddy Duncan, looking as innocent as she always did. Alex knew better.

"Hi, Carrie. Hi Teddy."

The two visitors turned around to look at each other with interest. Alex performed the introductions. After a little chatter, she proposed that the three of them go somewhere together.

"I know just the place," Teddy said with a smile. That smile was matched by Carrie, who looked the Yale student up and down and then turned to Alex and nodded in approval. The Russo family wizard slipped from behind the counter and all three headed for the door. Good thing it was Friday, Alex reminded herself. She had a feeling she would need all her strength for the weekend and recovery.

She just hoped she could walk Monday.

(The End)