Alissa

 

 

Despite him scooting back and trying to hide it, I felt his hard erection pressing into me. I could tell he was turned on. I was turned on, too. I’d never been this impulsive before, but there was just something about him that drove me wild. I’d wanted to kiss him from the moment I saw him the other day. So, when he kissed me, I was taken by surprise, but not in the way that he’d expected. When I pulled back, it was because I didn’t know he wanted to kiss me, too.

We continued kissing, and I was really turned on. His lips were perfect, and he was such a great kisser. He moved his tongue expertly around inside of my mouth.

I felt his hand slide down to my pussy, and he began to rub it through my jeans. I let out a series of soft moans as he touched me. It felt so good. I had only been fingered one time before in my life. It didn’t end well and had been one of the most embarrassing moments of my life. I tried not to think about it often.

My attention focused back to his hand, caressing my pussy. I pulled back and stopped him.

“I’m a virgin,” I said.

“What, really?” he asked, laughing.

“Yes, really,” I said.

“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to laugh. I just didn’t think they existed anymore.”

“They do,” I said with a grin. “Here I am.”

“In that case, I’ll take it slow,” he said.

He started kissing me again. Then he unzipped my pants, and he pulled my jeans right off me.

“Sit on my desk,” he said.

I turned around and hopped up on his desk. He walked a couple steps over to me, stepping between my legs, and he started kissing me once again. His hand went right back to my pussy. This time it felt so much different. So much better. He started to massage my clit with his fingers. He went slowly at first, and as our kissing grew more and more intense, so did the way he was touching my clit.

I felt him slide a finger down farther, and then it went inside of me.

“Oh, fuck,” I moaned.

He continued to kiss me as his fingers moved in and out of me. He curved them when they were inside of my pussy, and I could feel him drag them against my pussy walls. There was a spot he kept touching that I figured must have been my g-spot.

I had masturbated many times before. But I had never even stuck anything inside of me. The time I had been fingered wasn’t like this at all. It was through my clothes. Which is part of the reason it was so embarrassing for me.

Spencer started to move his fingers in and out of my pussy, faster and faster. I felt his hand collide with me over and over again.

I moaned for him.

For the first time in my life, I felt myself getting close to an orgasm. I’ve never had one, besides when I masturbated.

“Are you close?” he asked.

I bit down on my lip and nodded. I reminded myself that I needed to be quiet.

I felt myself on the edge. Everything was growing so intense. My muscles tensed up, and I bit down hard on my lip. I couldn’t concentrate on kissing him anymore, so we stopped that, but our foreheads were pressed together.

“Come for me,” he said.

It was all it took. An overwhelming pleasure sensation ran through my entire body. My legs began to tremble, and I could feel my clit pulsing. I was coming. I was actually coming. For the first time in my life, I had been fingered to completion.

I’d never come so hard before in my life. I had no idea orgasms could be as intense as this one was. I had my eyes closed the entire time, but I was still picturing his face. The way his eyes looked right before I closed them. I thought about his cock sliding in and out of me, and I felt another wave of pleasure rush through me.

“What do you want me to do?” I asked him when I came down from my orgasm.

“Nothing,” he said, and then he kissed my lips. “Well, maybe there is something you could do.”

I was intrigued. “What’s that?”

“There is a school carnival charity event on Friday. I’d love for you to come.” He put emphasis on the word “come.” Then he winked.

I smiled and laughed. “I’d love to come,” I said, putting the exact same emphasis on the word.

He winked at me again and laughed. He seemed to like my sense of humor. I already liked his. After that, he told me to get to work. I left his office and walked out.

“I was wondering where you went,” Isobel said.

“Yeah, Spencer just wanted to ask me if I had any questions and make sure that I was prepared for today.”

I kept my dirty little secret to myself. I was more than prepared to work today now. I was hoping that she had no idea what had just happened in there. I was hoping that nobody in the shop had any idea what just happened. His office was not far away from where everybody was standing.

“So, I assume you know how to use a cash register,” Isobel said.

I nodded my head. “Sure do.”

I followed her over to where the cash register was, and she showed me the basics of it. It was pretty standard. It was one I had used many times before, so it didn’t take me long to catch on at all.

“I take my lunch break just before noon,” she said. “Then you can have yours right after I get back from mine. Does that sound fair?”

“Sounds perfect to me,” I said.

“You know, Alissa, I really think this is going to be a lot of fun,” she said.

“I totally agree. I don’t know what it is, but there’s something about you that just makes me feel like I’ve known you my whole life.”

“That’s how I felt the other day,” she said with a laugh.

She didn’t say anything the rest the day that hinted that she knew what happened that morning. And I didn’t bring it up. I was able to go home, feeling relieved that no one had any idea of what happened that morning.

But I did. I thought about it the rest of the day and that night, too. I knew this man was going to be trouble for me. I wasn’t one to just do those sorts of things, and yet, the first day being around him, the first day of my new job, I had dropped all of my reservations and let him finger me. It was damn well worth it, though.