It started as any other typical day at work, I sat at my desk, toiling at the paperwork that stared me in the face. My reddish-brown hair needed to be cut, my miniskirt needed to be washed, and other errands needed to be done. A typical day, until he walked in the door. It was his first day, and my supervisor introduced me to him. “Beth, this is Chaz, he’ll be working with us.
“Hi,” he said with a smile. All I could do was smile back at him, with a slightly nervous “Hello.”
My immediate thought was, “Oh my GOD he’s so CUTE I can’t stand it!” I had to calm myself, and started to concentrate on the impending paperwork. But how could I? The cubicle next to mine was empty, and they were going to put Chaz there, I just KNEW it. God, he was so cute. He had dark hair, brown eyes, medium build, and he looked like someone famous but I wasn’t quite sure who. I wondered what he thought of me, did he think I was pretty? I had considered myself attractive, straight hair down to my shoulders, cute face, brown eyes, full, red lips, a figure with all the curves in the right places including a quite slender waist, and great legs (or at least my last boyfriend told me so!) I’d never felt like such a schoolgirl! But, duty called, and back to the grindstone, shuffle those papers…
The next day, I dressed a little dressier, perhaps a little sexier. I put on a silk blouse I recieved as a gift upon my graduation from college just a few months ago. It shimmered and it’s snug fit showed off my bosom. Then came another miniskirt (I was quite fond of them) that accented my waist, hips and buttocks. It was cut above the knee, and showed off those “great legs.” I walked into the office, sat down, noticing Chaz hadn’t arrived yet. It was one of those offices where you could name your hours and he named his a little later than mine. About a half hour later he came in.
He seemed like a shy boy, which is what attracted me to him in the first place, since I’m a little shy myself. Lunch hour arrived, and I decided to be a brave little soldier. “Hi, Chaz.”
“Oh, hi, Beth.” He was a little startled.
“I’m sorry, did I scare you?”
“Lunch at your desk today?”
“Yea, these deadlines are ridiculous.”
“Tell me about it, I’ve been dealing with six months before you came here!”
“They hired you right out of school?”
I nodded. “Yep, this was the first place I applied to.”
“Gads, you’re lucky, I had to look for months before I got here.”
His voice, I don’t know what it was about it, but it was… enchanting, deep and powerful yet gentle and sweet. He MUST already have a girlfriend, I KNOW it! It’s a shame that all the good ones have girlfriends.
“So,” I said, “how old are you? Don’t mind me, I’m just being…nosey. Heh.” That was a stupid question, he didn’t have to answer.
“24,” he replied, “I graduated college two years ago, but I had some unfortunate circumstances after graduation, so here I am now.”
“That’s too bad.” Maybe he would open up to me later and tell me what troubled him, that is, if he didn’t already have a girlfriend! This was too frustrating, I’m not about to steal someone else’s man away, but if he was unattached, I wouldn’t feel so bad about flirting a little with him. I had to know!
“Oh,” I continued, “I’m 22, just in case you couldn’t figure it out!” we let a little laugh, then went back to work.
Days passed, and I was waiting for him to put a photograph of his girlfriend on his desk. He didn’t. That looked promising. But I had to be sure.
“A group of us are going out later for pizza, want to come along?”
“Sure, sounds great.”
The day crawled until quitting time. Seven of us went to a pizza joint around the corner from the office, a bit dingy, but nice. At the round table, I made sure to sit next to Chaz. Even if he did have a girlfriend, I could be near him and imagine, couldn’t I?
The topic of relationships came up in conversation, one of the guys, Ned, piped up and asked, “So, Chaz, got a girlfriend?”
“Well, I used to, but it all went to hell in a handbasket. It took me a long time to decide whether or not the relationship was worth continuing. In the end, it wasn’t.”
“You mean, ‘no’? Heh heh!”
“Aaah, yea, no, Ned,” he smiled. But I thought his smile was a mask, to hide the hurt that he felt after his breakup. I wanted to comfort him, I wanted to make things better, I.. wanted.. HIM! Right there! My prayers had been answered right then and there! I had to excuse myself to go to the powder room I was so excited.
I took a face check in the mirror, and everything was inplace. That haircut I got cut off more than I wanted, but other than that, everything was okay. I quickly re-applied my lipstick, then returned to the table.
I had to do SOMETHING. Anything. Anything to let him know that I was there for him, and how much I loved him. Ordinarily I don’t believe in “love at first sight” but I thought, or rather WANTED, this to be different. What could I do? What could I say?
It was time to leave the pizza joint, at the entrance was this long stairwell. Normally, I have no trouble maneuvering on these things, but…
“Chaz, can you help me down these stairs? These high heels make me uneasy on these steps.” I hoped he’d buy the bluff.
I gave him my hand, which he took in his. We walked down, hand in hand, while I pretended to concentrate on my footing. “Careful, Beth, we have to go to work tomorrow.”
I could only hope! Anytime, anywhere…
Weeks passed, and I could sense that Chaz was interested in me. Maybe it was the way he looked at me, the way he smiled at me, or a combination of things. But I wasn’t quite expecting this…
“Oh, hi,” I smiled a startled a smile.
“Sorry I scared you.”
“It’s alright.” We tended to do that a lot.
“I have an odd question.”
“If I were to ask you out, would you be interested?”
“Well,” I paused, not that I needed to, I just did it for dramatic effect, “Yes, Chaz, I would. In fact, I’m surprised some nice girl hasn’t snatched you up yet.”
“A few tried.”
“Like your last girlfriend…” I said with caution.
“Well… yes, like her. See, I thought she was THE one, the one and only, until I actually got to know her and came to the realization that our huge differences would get in the way.”
So that was it. “That’s a shame,” I replied.
“Not really, she gave me more headaches than anything.”
“I’m sorry… Anyway, to answer your question, yes,” I said, quite calmly. Inside I was bursting with anticipation. A burning sensation was inside of me, a burning I had never felt before.
“So, um, how about it?”
“About what?” I lost my train of thought.
“You know, you, me…”
“Oh,” I laughed, “I’m sorry, you probably think I’m some sort of ditz!”
“Actually, I think you’re very cute.”
I blushed. I hoped no one else would see me as I turned a deepening shade of crimson.
“So, um, before you explode, what do you think?”
I smiled and said, “I’d love to.”
Plans were made for that evening. We went to this nice bistro, and we talked about everything under the sun! Work, weather, the ocean, our likes and dislikes… which turned out to be quite similar!
He drove me back to my apartment building, and we stood at the doorway.
“Well, this is it,” I said, “It isn’t much, but it’s home.”
“Would you like to come up and see my apartment?”
“Sure, I can stay a minute.”
This was almost too much, Chaz in MY apartment! I was so nervous I nearly dropped my keys. Well, actually, I did drop them.
“Here, let me,” he said, picked up my keys and handed them to me.
He said, “You’re welcome… sugarbuns!”
We got in, I turned on the light. It was a little messy, needed dusting, and the dirty laundry was in a neat pile in the corner of the room. He asked, “I like it, who’s your interior decorator?”
“Ha ha, very funny,” I said in a deadpan tone.
We took off our coats and I sat on the couch as he pause to use the lavatory. I sat, legs crossed, miniskirt to the thigh, blouse with top button undone. “Come, sit, relax.”
He sat, next to me on my left, and breathed a heavy sigh. “I had a great evening,” he said.
“So did I, perhaps we can do it again sometime.”
“Perhaps,” he said as I slid my left hand into h right. I cuddled next to him, leaning on his shoulder.
“I don’t want it to end,” I whispered. He put his left arm around my waist.
“This doesn’t bother you, does it?”
“No,” I said in hushed tones, “it’s been a long time since I’ve been this close to anyone.”
I kissed him on the cheek, then he turned to face me. Our lips met, and we kissed. I felt so much joy at that moment. We kissed a little more, kissing deeper, our tongues probing in every direction. My hands explored his back, while his did the same to mine. It was at that point, I lost all inhibitions, took my right hand and slowly undid his shirt. He pulled out my blouse and felt my bare back, feeling higher and higher to my bra strap. I had his shirt entirely unbuttoned, and my blouse was comepletely untucked from my miniskirt.
We continued kissing passionately, our lips and tongues dancing all the while, and we moved off the couch to the floor, on our knees. His right hand unzipped my skirt, while his left made its way to my breast. We crawled on our knees to the bed, where we paused. He lifted me and put me gently on the mattress. I looked at him, smiled, and said, “I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
He removed my skirt, revealing my white, lacey panties. He then took off his shirt while I removed my blouse. I motioned him to come toward me, and I grabbed his waist. I unzipped his pants and pulled them down. He then laid down beside me, embraced me, put one leg around me, and kissed me deeply. He undid my bra and my bosom was free from all restraints. My breasts we full and uninhibited. The bra was tossed aside near the dirty laundry. The rest of our underthings were removed and somehow got kicked in the opposite corner of the room. In between kisses I let out little moans of pleasure, moaning “I love you” and he replied “I love you, too.” He massaged my breasts, and they became stiff. This was a feeling I had never felt before, but I didn’t want it to stop. I felt something pumping from within my vagina. I was actually beginning to cum! Never had I felt THIS feeling before!
“Be gentle…” I cooed.
“I will…” he responded.
“This is my first time…”
More kisses. He positioned himself underneath me, tongues continuing to probe. I was beginning to get very wet, and I wanted to feel his manhood inside of me. “Do me, baby,” I whispered.
I raised myself with my arms and parted my legs. He inserted his fully erect penis into my sugar walls. I gently lowered myself, there was a little pain, but the cum eased it. We moaned. I began to pump him in me, up, down, up, down… I moaned on each downstroke. I felt my love walls grip him tightly, as he also moved in rhythm to me. In, out, in, out.
“Oh, God,” I moaned, “Oh, God, OH OHH”
He moaned louder, I knew he would cum any minute now. “I love you,” he said, gasping for the breath to say those words that meant to much to me.
“I love you, too,” I moaned, as I continued to pump him relentlessly. I arched my back and prepared for the wave of orgasm to hit us.
My juices flowed relentlessly, as . We screamed in pleasure as I felt him throbbing and squirting inside of me, it felt SOOO GOOOD, and lasted for what seemed to be an eternity.
The time had passed, and we gave each other little kisses as the whole world subsided. We whispered “I love you” to each other thousands of times, or so it seemed. I never knew making love could be like this. His manhood was still inside me, but grew limp. I fell asleep on top of his warm body, my head on his chest.
Our relationship grew. Eventually, we got married, and had two beautiful children. That night we spent together, so long ago, Chaz knew that I was his one and only. The feeling was the same for me, too. We knew that nothing could come between us, neither one of us would be alone ever again. We’d have each other for ever and ever and…