Today is my first day. Of my first job. Ever. Oh, boy…
Due to an overabundance of nerves, I wake up an hour ahead of schedule. I can’t get back to sleep, so I take my morning run earlier than usual. I suppose I should call it jogging more than running. Or perhaps it’s more like plodding.
Whatever it is, I enjoy getting out and doing it. It clears my head and helps me not feel so damn fat. People say you can be big and healthy, but I always aim to prove it.
While running, I begin to think about how I’ll do on my first day. I know I’m more than capable. I’m not an idiot– I mean, I haven’t done anything too idiotic so far, but the more I think about it, the more I worry.
My parents never wanted me to have a job. At least not one other than what I used to do for our church (and that was more volunteer work, although now and then I was paid something for it).
But now that I’ve graduated high school and haven’t had anything to keep me busy for the past six months, they’ve realized I need to start doing some things on my own if they want me to succeed. And I told them I can’t keep working for free.
They never wanted me to have a boyfriend, either. I’ve never even had sex, sadly. It’s not that I haven’t wanted to— I’ve just never had the opportunity.
I start to feel turned on when thinking about sex. Darn it. This always happens.
I stop and take a minute to rest, reminding myself not to have lustful thoughts, since they’re a sin. When I check my watch, I realize it’s time to head home and shower. I was so distracted I almost stayed on the road too long.
I head home and then jump into the shower. Once I’m naked with warm water running over me, I can’t help but let my thoughts return to the fact that I’ve never had sex before. Lately, it’s all I’ve been able to think about.
I’m afraid my lustful thoughts might take over my brain on my first day of work. So, I decide to do something about them, to get them out of my system before then. Lustful thoughts might be a sin, but if I don’t do something about them I’ll be sinning all day at work.
I reach down and feel the wetness between the lips of my pussy, which seems to be begging to be taken by someone, anyone. But my parents and pastor say no sex before marriage. And, even if the opportunity presented itself, I doubt I would find that the guy would be good enough to give my virginity to.
As much as I wish I could have sex, it seems like a sacred experience I don’t want to have with just anyone. So instead, I just imagine it.
I begin to rub my clit, thinking about various movie stars, all of whom happen to be older than me. I can’t seem to help but think older guys are sexy, and I don’t even know why. Probably because it means they’d be experienced, and for all my lack of experience, I could really use an experienced guy.
I feel my own juices run out of my pussy and into my hand as I continue rubbing my clit. The motion gives me pleasure, and I moan slightly as I think about an actual cock going inside me. I bet it would feel so good.
Soon I’m feeling a rush of pleasure all over me, and I’m coming, thinking about a mysterious older man who could pick me up and swing me over his shoulder and throw me down on a bed. That would be no easy feat, since I’m overweight. But I want a strong man who could do just that, and then fuck me even better than I can play with myself.
When I’m done coming, I pause for a second to catch my breath. My head is spinning and my spine is tingling from the sensation still. But I have to hurry up and get out and get ready, both because I don’t want to be late for my first time of work, and also because I don’t want my mom to get suspicious. She’s told me it’s a “super sin” to pleasure myself, but I really don’t see how it harms anyone.
I grab a banana from the kitchen counter, which my mom keeps nice and tidy, and run out the door.
“Bye, Mom!” I shout, on my way out.
“Bye, Erin. Have a good day.”
That’s nice of her to say, since she never wanted me to get this job in the first place. I smile as I dash out the door. My mom might be overly strict and religious, but at least she wants the best for me. I try to remember that when I feel she smothers me. Some people have it way worse.
Once I’m in my car, I silently send signals to the other vehicles on the road to drive faster so I’m not late. My little fantasy session sure cut into my available time to get to work. Oops. And the sad thing is that I’ll probably still be horny at work, because that’s all I seem to be all the time now, despite trying to take care of it.
I tap the steering wheel impatiently as I have to wait at a red light. But soon I see the large building where the law firm I’m going to work is in, up ahead, in the near distance.
Thank goodness I drove the route to work the other day, so I don’t get lost. My dad, who has worked for the government for twenty years and is a calm and collected type of guy, gave me that tip as a way to make sure nothing goes wrong on my first day. He wants the best for me too, even though in many ways he’s just as strict as my mom, and was just as disapproving at first of me getting a job in the real world.
As I pull into the large parking garage, I look at the clock in my car and realize I’ve made it just in time.
Whew.
I hope my first day of work goes off half as well as my shower session did.