An Empty Office

An Empty Office
by Awlni ©

"God I hate taking these damn boxes apart," Kelli said as she looked at the pile stacked neatly against the wall in front of her.

"Yeah, but they don't unfold themselves," John replied as he picked up the top one on the pile.

"There must be at least a thousand of them here."

"About 350 really. We should be able to do it in a couple of hours. After all, it takes a lot of boxes to move a company to a new building. These are a lot better, you know. More space, a real lunch room, even a fitness center."

For the next half hour they fell into an unspoken rhythm. The two of them had worked in the offices for about a year but had never really gotten to know each other, only becoming nodding acquaintances as they passed in the hall. Kelli had gone so far as to find out his name from the office directory but had never done anything about it. As they chatted and flirted, occasionally glancing at each other when they though the other wasn't looking, Kelli wondered idly about John. The sexual innuendoes they were bantering about had gotten her interested and it had been a long time.

"So why did you agree to do this on a Saturday night?" John asked. "Surely you had to have given up a date or something."

"I need to get my car a new set of tires. The old ones I have now are bald. A few extra hours at work will help. And no, much to my regret, there are no hot dates in this little girl's immediate future. Working here during the day and taking classes at night doesn't leave much time for a social life. What about you?"

"Just a company man. The big boys say jump and I ask how high as I'm on the way up."

"Yeah, right." Kelli said. "That's a little hard to believe."

"No harder to believe than your story."

"What's so hard to believe about my story?"

"A beautiful woman with perfect long red hair. Skin that any woman would kill for. Obviously intelligent and with a great sense of humor. And she says that she doesn't have guys lining up outside her door? That's what I can't believe."

Kelli looked quickly over at the boxes left lining the wall. "Flattery will get you anywhere," she said.

"Excellent," John said softly.

Kelli counted the remaining boxes quickly, wondering if the ideas in her head would or should be allowed to happen. "You know, there are only 52 of those damn boxes left."

"Wanna race?" John asked.

"Race? How?"

"See who can get their last 26 broken down fastest. Winner gets the prize."

"So what's the prize?"

"The loser has do to anything the winner wants," John said with a grin. On seeing the surprise on Kelli's face he added "or at least she, ahem, or he, has to get the winner the first free soda from the cafeteria."

Kelli paused for a moment as thoughts tumbled through her mind. She broke into a smile and shouted "You're on," as she quickly sprinted to the pile and started bringing back the next boxes.

As Kelli finished her last box, she looked at John sitting amid a pile of half broken cardboard. She started humming the theme from Rocky, raised both of her arms above her head and jumped up and down, pretending to be the champ on the steps of City Hall. John recognized the scene but was fascinated by the way her shirt rode up slightly, exposing a thin strip of skin above her jeans. "Looks like you owe me that soda," she said. "But I guess I get anything I want now, don't I?" she asked with a smile. She started to windmill her arms over her head to stretch them out. "I just wish that my arms weren't so tired so that I could take advantage of it."

"Well, we can't take it too far. This is the corporate office, you know."

"How far is too far?" she asked with a mischievous smile.

"Nothing involving whips and chains. No one but the big boys are allowed to chain people to desks around here."

"I guess I can live with that," she replied, surprised to discover that she was interested in more after all. "For the moment," she added. "Hey, didn't you tell me earlier that you were here last night?"

"As my aching back reminds me, I indeed had the dubious honor of bringing most of these boxes in last night, yes."

"Then I want a tour as my prize. My boss has told me great things about the new building but I haven't been here before tonight."

"Is that all milady wants?" he said with a grin. He bowed low in mock servitude. "The champion will get her tour," he said. "And anything else she wants, too," he added with raised eyebrows.

They walked through the offices, looking at row after row of new desks and file cabinets and making comments about people they knew in common. A quick tour of the executive level was next with both of them joking about how "the other half lives" and talking about the plans they had to get one of these offices for their own one day. In the basement level they walked though the new cafeteria and the fitness room.

"Is this going to be open for all employees?" Kelli asked. "I'd love to stop paying forty bucks a month to the gym I go to."

"You go to a gym? You certainly don't need to" John said.

"Cut the sarcasm. Yes I go to a gym. I like the aerobics classes.

"From what I understand it is restricted during the day but open at night for us peons. I don't know if they'll have any classes though. I brought some of this equipment in last night. Want to go in?"

"I didn't see anyone else in the building. Is there?"

"Nope. The cleaning crew will be in tomorrow at eight, and then work begins on Monday morning. So we're the only humans in sight. Kind of reminds you of a bad slasher movie doesn't it?"

Kelli giggled. "Should I be worried about you? We just went through the kitchens after all. Did you pick up a big knife?"

"Worry only about your virtue, fair lady. Your body is sacred to me and a knife is certainly the last thing I would consider using on it."

They both laughed as they went into the room. Kelli was surprised at the elaborate machinery as well as at her bantering and responses to John's cornball chivalry. "What's in there?" she asked pointing to a closed door in the back.

"I don't know. I didn't go in there last night. Let's find out," John said he pushed it open. Both were very surprised to discover a sauna and whirlpool spa inside.

"Wow. I couldn't imagine that they would put anything like this is a corporate office fitness room. God, that hot tub would feel good right now," Kelli said. "I just wish I had brought my swimsuit."

"What, never been skinny dipping before?" John asked with a broad smile.

"Not with a man before. We did once when I was in Girl Scouts, but that was when I was ten. That doesn't really count."

"I'll bet you look a little different now then when you were ten."

"Just a little." Kelli reached up and motioned to her breasts. "These grew somewhere along the way when I was about 13. Before that the neighborhood boys called me "Carpenter." She giggled. "It was the longest time before I knew that meant flat as a board."

"What about the rest of it?"

"What is the rest?"

John smiled. "Flat as a board and easy to nail," he said.

"Well, there have been a few men in my past. What about you?"

"Nope. Never been with a man before," he replied, trying hard to keep a straight face.

"I'd hope not. I can't imagine that I'd ever consider skinny dipping with someone who only liked boys. That wouldn't be any fun at all." Kelli reached over and lifted the top on the tub. Heat rushed out and welcomed her. "Looks like they even turned it on for us."

John decided to let the obvious joke pass. "So are you considering it? Skinny dipping, I mean. You get anything you want, after all."

"Anything?" she said as she looked into his eyes.

He nodded. She reached up and unbuttoned her top button. "My last boyfriend was selfish," she said. "All he wanted was for me to go down on him, then get it in me quickly so he could go to sleep. He always came too fast and quit."

"What brought that out?"

"Are all men like that?"

"Some men are. I know a lot of guys who are only interested in keeping score. I always figured that quality mattered more than quantity. And if the quality was good enough, the quantity would be all you could handle."

"What, no joke for that one? I'm disappointed."

"I think we're talking about more than skinny dipping in a hot tub."

"We're talking about anything I like, remember?"

Kelli pulled her shirt over her head and dropped it on the floor. John just stood there and looked at her breasts covered by a thin white bra.

"My God, but you are beautiful."

"Your turn," Kelli said with a shy smile.

"What do you want to see?" John asked, smiling.

"Right now I want to see your back. I've always loved to watch a man take his shirt off. I love to see the muscles move."

"Your wish is my command," John replied as he turned around and pulled his t-shirt over his head. When he turned back, Kelli's jeans were on the floor by her shirt.

"If you get in there wearing white panties I'll see through them anyway."

Kelli giggled as she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, dropping it with her other discarded clothing. "If you want to see the rest you'll have to go first."

John stripped off his jeans and underwear, almost losing his balance and falling into the tub in the process. Eventually he stood in front of her naked, his member quivering and strengthening slightly with anticipation. Kelli laughed and pulled off her panties, raising her hands above her head and singing "Ta-Da" when she was done. "What do I get if I'm the first one in?" she asked.

John couldn't resist the temptation to look at her completely. "Beautiful," he said softly. "Go ahead. You already get anything you want."

They climbed in the tub and settled in on the same side, close enough but not yet touching.

"Anything I want?"

"Yes."

"Then tell me about your first time."

"Will you tell me about yours after that?"

"Mum-huh," she said with a nod.

"It wasn't really very special. I played basketball in high school and I was dating a cute little brunette cheerleader wannabe named Carla. Carla was a great girl, just a little unsure of what she wanted. I'd been pushing her to have sex for a month or so but she hadn't given in yet." John looked over at Kelli. Her eyes were closed and he could just barely see the tops of her aureole above the surging water. It was all he could do to resist the temptation to reach out and touch her. He looked at her for a second and noticed that her hands were both under the water and her shoulders were moving slowly. "We'd done a few things, hand jobs mostly, on a few dates but she had never let me even see her naked. The night we were playing Warwick High she came down to the bench just before the game and told me that she'd do it with me if we won."

"So you were a jock?"

"Second string." John looked at her again and smiled. "It was a motivation thing I guess. We hadn't beaten them in 6 years. Our school was never really a basketball powerhouse you see. The championship for us was the Warwick game. So anyway, she said that she'd put out that night after the game if we won. Man, I played hard that night. At halftime we were down by 3 points. When I came out of the locker room for the second half she mouthed 'Remember my promise' to me. I waved her over and told her that if I made my first shot she had to go to the restroom and take her panties off." John laughed. "I've always been one for anticipation. I made my first shot and a few minutes later the coach pulled me out for a breather. I looked up at her and she held out her hand and there was some fabric in it. I couldn't really tell whether they were her panties or not, but the rest of the game I kept imagining what she looked like. God I wished she was wearing a skirt instead of jeans."

"Does that do it for you? Knowing that a woman isn't wearing any panties?"

"Oh yeah. Let's say that I'm going out on a date with a woman. If she told me that she wasn't wearing anything under her skirt, damn, I'd have a raging hard on the whole night and be trying to get a look up her skirt."

"Peeping Tom. Voyeur."

"Damn right." John looked over at her again. This time Kelli was looking right at him and not trying to hide the fact that she was touching herself. As the swirling water covered and uncovered her breasts he noticed that her nipples were hard.

"But you're getting me off track. When time ran out we were tied at 53 points. We went into overtime. I had visions of making the game winning point and then making love with this girl. Well, I fouled out of the game with a minute left but Mike Phillips put us ahead with nine seconds left. Warwick tried one last desperation shot but missed. So we won and I got laid for the first time."

Kelli looked at him and stopped moving. "Hey, that's not fair. I wanted to hear about the sex, not the game."

John smiled. "You have beautiful breasts. Just like I imagined them to be."

"Get your mind off my breasts for a minute. You said I get anything I want. I want to hear the details."

"Carla came down to the court and gave me a hug. I asked her if that was really her panties she showed me earlier. She smiled and nodded and reached into her pocket and put them in my hand. Damn that was tough. I told her that they were mine now and she'd never see them again." He chuckled softly. "She just nodded and told me that she'd meet me in the parking lot after I showered." John laughed again. "Imagine a teenage boy who was still a virgin. His girlfriend puts her panties into his hand while he's wearing thin basketball shorts. With no pockets in them I might add." Kelli broke out laughing and John noticed that her shoulders had stopped moving. "I'm still not sure how I managed to hide my erection or those panties from the crowd or the other guys in the locker room. But let's just say that I took the shortest shower in history and was in the parking lot looking for Carla in record time."

"Did you wash behind your ears?"

"Yes indeed. And a few other places as well. I finally found her sitting on a curb near my car. When I ran over to her she put her bra in my hand. God I was hard then. I don't think I've ever been so hard." He reached down and stroked himself. "Except maybe right now. I've never told this story to a woman before. Especially one I'm naked in a hot tub with."

"Keep going. If you stop now I'll get dressed and leave."

"That'd be like high school all over again. Do you girls know what you do to guys in school? A teenaged guy gets hard when he sees a glimpse of panties under a girl's skirt in class. Do you all take classes in teasing?"

"Yes we do. It's called 'Men 101' and they teach it in girl's health class. Teasing is an art form when done properly." She stopped and looked at him. "I never realized how much a skirt shows sometimes until I was in college. I was a TA for a while and some of the girls would let their legs open a little when they got involved in a test or something. I asked the professor about it once and he just mumbled something about job perks and told me to get my mind out of the gutter. Do all men like looking up a girl's skirt?"

"Only the straight ones. You're interrupting me again."

"Sorry."

"Where was I?"

Kelli took his hand in hers and then placed it on his shaft. "About there."

"Oh yeah," he said as he began gliding up and down again. "Well, we tried to figure out somewhere to go. Our houses were out since both sets of parents would be home. I pushed for the local beach spot on the river, but she said that everybody would be there and she didn't want her first time to be public. That was the first time she had told me she was a virgin."

"You didn't know before that?"

"I figured that she probably was since we hadn't gone much farther than a little rubbing, but we hadn't really discussed it. If she had brought it up then I'd have to either lie or admit my own non-coital condition."

"And that's against the guy code."

"Exactly. So anyway we finally settled on a boat dock a few miles from school. We thought that maybe there'd be a boat there we could get into for some padding. And if not at least it had a door so anyone would have to walk in to catch us. Carla slid over to me in the seat and I put my hand over her shoulders so that I could feel her breast." John laughed softly. "I nearly came before we got there."

"That early? What were you, a spoilsport or something?"

"No, I was eighteen and a virgin. Once we were finally at the dock I closed the door behind us and asked her to take the rest of her clothes off. She did, staring in my eyes the whole time." John squeezed a little harder. "I just wish there had been more light so I could see her better. I pulled off my shirt and sweats and just stood there with my dick pointed straight at her. She walked over and touched me and I almost blew right then. I asked her to go down on me first. She'd never done that and looked a little squeamish about it. But she did. Not a very good blowjob but I came so quickly it didn't matter. After that we laid down on this boat cover we found and began to touch each other again. Almost immediately I was hard again but I didn't know what to do next. Finally I just asked her if she wanted me to go down on her. Now I was hoping against hope that she'd say no because I didn't have any idea in hell what to do if she said yes. Of course she did say yes. So I put my head between her legs and starting drawing the alphabet with my tongue."

Kelli snorted. "Where did you get that idea from?"

"Locker room talk. Some of the guys were sleeping with someone and would tell tales. So that's what I did. I couldn't have been very good at it because I kind of lost track and started to repeat letters somewhere around M. I guess I was okay though since Carla came somewhere around S."

"S for sex, huh?"

"I guess. Although it could have been R for rookie, I'm not sure." They both giggled. "I've still never had a woman tell me exactly how to do that. Will you give me a lesson since you used to be a TA?"

"Only in the interests of furthering the cause of all pleasure for all women. Now finish your story. What happened next?"

John looked over and saw that her breasts were fully out of the water and she was moving her arms faster than before. "I had all these fantasies about positions. Doggie, her on top, up against the wall. You know what a teenage guy has in mind. The problem was that we were a little worried about getting caught and the dock was, uh, shall we say, a little uncomfortable, so I just wound up in plain old missionary position. I wasn't exactly sure what to do. I got on top and between her legs and found the right spot. I had just pushed inside her when I remembered that I didn't have a rubber on." He chuckled. "I was so excited after the game that I hadn't stopped to get any and of course I wasn't expecting to have sex that night. I pulled out and she asked me why. I told her that I didn't have any protection and she got this sad look on her face. She didn't have any either. I started to get a little mad since this was her idea after all and she should have been prepared, but then I realized that I was getting laid after all those fantasies and wet dreams and it was no time to get mad. So I pushed in 3 or 4 times until I felt it start to build again. That's when I pulled out and rolled off of her and she finished me off by hand. We had done that before and that's why my first time wasn't all that special." John laughed and stroked himself again. "But at least I got to find out what the inside of a woman felt like. And to see her naked even if the light was bad. I had never even seen a naked girl before, you see."

"Not ever? Not even pictures?"

"Oh yeah, I had seen some pictures. Magazines that the guys would bring to school and stuff. But my father was very religious and we didn't have a computer so I guess my childhood was sheltered. I meant the first time I had seen a real live naked girl."

"Oh. Did you do anything for her after she got you off the second time?"

"Yeah, I got her off the same way. But I could tell that it wasn't very good for her either. Probably for the same reason it wasn't that good for me. All that buildup and no real new stuff."

"Did you take rubbers on your next date?"

"Yeah. But I guess neither of us ever got past the disappointment of that night. We went out a time or two after that but there was nothing going for us. I never even got to pull them out of my pocket. A couple of weeks later I heard through the grapevine that she was fucking some science geek and I never saw her much after that."

John looked up as he felt Kelli come closer to him. She sat on his lap and hugged him tightly. The feel of her breasts on his chest and her hips on his erection was exquisite. He let his hand drop low on her back so that he could feel her cleavage.

"I'm sorry that it ended badly for you."

"Don't be. It was high school. I never had any intentions of marrying Carla. She was a little too abrasive for the long term. She was fun to go out with at a time in my life when that was the most important thing. High school guys always talk a big game and try hard to get into a girl's pants but maybe they try too hard. And guys like me never really expected to have sex anyway."

"Guys like you?"

"Yeah. The guys who weren't the stars of the team or the class president. For us that was a period of experimentation. I learned a lot from it and that's what was important."

Kelli smiled as she pulled away and sat back down. "So what did you learn?"

"Always have a rubber handy, even if you think you won't need it."

"And do you have one now?"

"You're damn right I do."

"Get it."

"Not yet. You still have to tell me about your first time."

Kelli reached over and grasped his erection. John inhaled sharply. "Think you can wait that long?"

"I'm not a teenager anymore. Another thing I learned that night is that the anticipation is half the fun."

She stroked him a few times and murmured her agreement. "But if you keep doing that there won't be much more anticipation," he said.

She laughed and let go. "I assume that you don't mind if I touch myself?" she asked.

"Hell, I'm counting on it," he said as he grasped himself again.

"I've never seen a man masturbate before."

John got out of the water and sat on the edge of the spa, his feet still in the swirls. He took his dick in his hand and stroked slowly, curling his palm around the shaft and moving up and down with no real rhythm. Kelli came over and sat next to him and laid her head on his thigh just a few inches away. John's hand moved a little faster and he squeezed a little harder. "I love the way a man's dick looks," Kelli said. "The color, the way the veins pop out when they become erect. The little drops of fluid that come out to lubricate it." She sighed heavily with an open mouth. "I've just never been with a man who would let me watch him."

"Hey, you give me your lesson and I'll give you mine. Now I'm going to stop this while you talk."

"Don't."

"I have to."

"Damn. Just when I was really enjoying the show." John laughed as he slid back under the water. "Okay. 'My First Time', by Kelli Jacobs." Kelli closed her eyes and put her hands back into her lap. "It was a Saturday night. I had been working with the drama club on the fall play. I think we were doing a musical. I don't really remember. But the last show ended and we all went over to this guy's house for a cast party. The party was fun and there was some alcohol there. I hadn't really drunk much before, just wine with dinner with my parents a couple of times, and I got a little too tipsy. Well, my folks were away for the weekend on a trip and I had made arrangements to stay with a girlfriend. What my folks didn't know is that her folks were gone that weekend also." She giggled. "She planned on giving up her cherry to her boyfriend that weekend."

"If you tell me that your first time was with another girl I'm going to come right now."

"No it wasn't, silly. I've never done that. Why is it that guys have this thing about two women? I've see a couple of pornos and they all had at least one scene in it with two girls."

"All guys are voyeurs by nature. You women teach us that by teasing us so much. Short skirts, no bras, tight jeans."

"But why not just watch regular sex?"

"We do. Every chance we get. But we like to watch the forbidden. We always have curiousity about what is taboo. Don't you?"

"Yeah, I guess. A little. I do want to watch you masturbate. That's a little taboo."

"Same thing."

"Do you want to watch me?"

"The thought of watching you play with yourself is driving me crazy."

Kelli slid up on the edge of the tub and smiled. "No touching," she said as she wagged a finger at him.

"No touching me or you?"

"Me. I still get to watch my lesson, remember. But you can't come yet. Anticipation."

"Good. If you said I couldn't touch myself I'd go into the bathroom, jerk off alone and leave. Then you wouldn't get to watch." He reached down and started stroking himself again. "Do I get to touch you later?"

"If you don't one of us won't walk out of this building alive." She giggled. "Can you imagine the headline in the company newsletter? 'Naked Employee Found Dead in Fitness Room."

John laughed. "Film at 11. Now get on with your story."

"Okay. So there were about a few of us left at the party and we were all pretty drunk. My girlfriend and her boyfriend were making out on the couch and I wound up sitting on the floor with one girl and two other guys."

"Hot damn, a girl who lost her virginity at an orgy. It doesn't get any better than this."

"It wasn't an orgy and you're not letting me tell my story. Just rub your dick and shut up."

"Yes, ma'am."

"That's better. I like submissive men. I guess you were right earlier that all guys are voyeurs. I noticed that both of the guys there were sitting opposite of me and trying to get looks up my skirt. The other girl there was in jeans and they weren't paying nearly as much attention to her."

"Were you letting them see you?"

Kelli paused for a second and nodded. "I certainly wasn't doing anything to stop them from looking."
"What kind of panties were you wearing?"

"What do you have, a panty fetish?"

"Yep. What kind?"

"Solid color. Light blue I think."

"Thong, bikini, string, or grannies?"

"Grannies?"

"Yeah, grannies. The full kind that cover everything. Like your granny would wear."

"Bikini."

"Hot damn. Go on," he said as he continued to rub himself.

"Well anyway, these two guys were making suggestions most of the night, rubbing up against us girls when we danced together, things like that." She closed her eyes again. "At one point I got really daring and brushed my hand against a guy's crotch."

"Was he hard?"

"Yes, but I already knew that from dancing with him."

"How old were you?"

"Sixteen."

"Were you planning on having sex that night?"

"No. But I guess I knew that it might happen. Anyway these guys had been making suggestions all night…"

"What kind of suggestions?"

Kelli's hand started moving a little faster and she moaned softly. "Just like you were doing earlier."

"Is that what does it for you? Talking about it first?"

Kelli opened her eyes and looked at John's face. She started moving her hand faster and only nodded.

They sat in silence for a moment, Kelli rubbing her fingers up and down her slit. She moaned again and slowed down. "Well, eventually someone suggested that we play 'Truth Or Dare'…"

"God I love that game."

"Now who's interrupting? Shut up and play with yourself. And get back under the water before you distract me."

"Yes ma'am."

"Good boy. Anyway, we started out with little truths. What kind of underwear are you wearing, have you ever gone down on someone, have you ever done it, things like that. Eventually the other girl took a dare and she had to pull her shirt off and show her breasts. She giggled and did it. I knew we were going to have sex that night because she didn't put her shirt back on. She just sat there giggling with her tits shaking. I thought about leaving but I knew I didn't want to."

"Did the guys have hard ons yet?"

"Oh yeah."

"Hah! I always knew that girls looked despite what you all said."

"Of course I was looking. But the next dare was for one of them to show us. I had never even seen a picture of an erect man before. Only statues in art class and stuff. When he pulled his pants down and he just popped out erect and hard I had to get a closer look. So I got up on my hands and knees and crawled over to see better."

"Thus begins the lifelong fascination with erect male genitalia. And you thought my panty fetish was strange."

"I guess. Well, what I didn't know was that my skirt had ridden up in back." Kelli giggled and began to push a finger inside herself. "There I was, on my hands and knees, flashing my pretty blue panties at the world, staring at this guy's erect dick from a distance of about a foot or so." She stopped masturbating for a moment. "No, I wasn't just staring at it. I was studying it like I had to know it for the SATs or something. I wanted to memorize every inch of it, every part. I was fascinated with it. I just stayed there with my mouth hanging open and looked at it. I don't even know how long I was looking. I reached out and wrapped my hand around it and started to move it around, but he stopped me and told me to lick it instead. I couldn't speak so I just shook my head no but he turned it into a dare. So I did. He closed his eyes and moaned and I just licked his dick for a minute or two. I think that I took it into my mouth once but I stopped when I felt a hand on my butt."

"Were you wet?"

"Yes. Very wet," she said is a very soft voice. She began thrusting into herself harder still. "I got wet the second I moved close to him."

"Who had their hand on your butt?"

She looked at him and smiled. "It certainly wasn't Heather. It was George, the other guy there. He was fingering me through my panties."

"God I wished I had seen you like that."

"Why?"

"You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

"No I'm not."

John leaned over and kissed her. "Yes you are. The thought of you crawling there in your little blue bikini panties, wet, sixteen and a virgin…just the image in my mind is almost enough to make me come. You are the most beautiful and the sexiest woman on earth. No one has ever gotten me this hot before."

"You forgot the extra 25 pounds I'm carrying."

"Only in all the right places. Who needs anorexic supermodels?" He moved back to his spot and put both of his hands behind his head. "Go on with your story."

She stopped moving and looked at him. "Do you like redheads?"

"Until this evening I had never really thought about it. I've always preferred brunettes. Until this minute."

"What's different?"

He paused for a second. "Your skin tone matches your hair better. Brunettes always get too tanned in the summer. In pictures I always thought that a redhead had pubic hair that was too light. Now I realize that it is an advantage, not a drawback."

"Do you like a woman who shaves there?"

"Trims, not shaves. I want to know I'm with a woman and not a little girl."

She closed her eyes again and started thrusting her finger inside herself furiously for a moment, then slowed down again. "Well, I backed off a little then but we all knew where it was going. We eventually dared each other to strip. Soon all four of us were sitting there naked." She put two fingers inside herself and moaned slightly. Her eyes were still closed. "I dared Bruce to go down on me." She giggled again and opened her eyes. "I actually looked at him and said 'I dare you to eat my pussy'. I can't believe I used that word."

"Is there a better word?"

Kelli stopped her hand again. "What do you mean?"

"Pussy. What word would be better? Vagina is too scientific for that moment. Imagine it. 'Bruce, I dare you to perform cunnilingus on my vagina.' What a moment killer that would be."

"Yeah, I know. And the romance novels all call it a woman's sex without using a good word. And cunt is always crude, no mater what."

"Exactly. So what is a good word?"

"I don't know. I mean dick and cock don't sound so bad. I guess there just isn't a good word for that part when a woman wants sex." She paused for a moment and then began to thrust her finger inside again, an occasional soft moan escaping from her lips. John found himself torn between watching her masturbate and watching her face.

"Maybe he did the alphabet thing, like you did with Carla. He probably made it to C before I came. George dared Heather to blow him and she did. He came all over her face and chest. Heather just smiled like a cat with a bowl of cream and rubbed it off on a paper towel. Bruce dared her to swallow it first but she wouldn't. He said that she had to do anything he wanted since she refused the dare. She asked him what he wanted and he said that he wanted to fuck her right there with everyone watching. So she just spread her legs and said come on. He climbed on and fucked her right there." A third finger went inside. "God it was exciting. He just climbed onto her and shoved his dick into her pussy. And she loved it. And I loved it. I couldn't stop myself from watching. And maybe that is the right word after all. Pussy." She rammed her fingers in and left them there. "It was the first time I had seen an erect dick and I was just blown away that the two of them would do that. I was also a little pissed off because I had been trying to get Bruce's attention for weeks. He just climbed on, put that beautiful dick inside her and started pumping. No foreplay, no nothing."

"What do you think the game was?"

She stopped fingering herself. "What do you mean?"

"The game was the foreplay. You said that you were already wet. Heather had to be wet too."

"Yeah. I never really thought of it that way but I guess you're right." She began slowly sliding her fingers in and out of herself again. "They were both moaning and bucking. Bruce came first and rolled off of her. Heather just kept fingering herself until she came, too."

"What was George doing through all of this?"

Kelli looked at him and smiled as she kept fingering herself slowly. "I was wondering when you'd ask about him, you pervert."

"Whose idea was it to talk about first times in graphic detail?"

"Okay, so we're both perverted." She stopped talking and began to plunge her fingers in and out faster than before. After a moment she slowed back down and went on. "George had moved over to me and was rubbing me between my legs. He put his fingers inside me. God that felt fantastic. I had masturbated a few times before that but I had never had anything inside me. I came about the same time Heather did. I took George's cock in my hands and started pumping him. He stopped me after a stroke or two and rolled me over on my stomach and lifted my butt in the air. He took me from behind."

"God. Doggie style for your first time. I love it."

"He just thrust in and out of me for a few seconds and came. I remember thinking that I wanted more but he was done. I just wanted to come and come and come." Kelli began fucking herself hard with her fingers and moaned softly. John watched as she shuddered with the force of her orgasm. "Not bad for a first time, huh?"

"Pretty good from where I sit. Did Bruce take you, too?"

"Not that night. A week or two later I went out with him and we did it in the backseat of his car. No magic, though. Just a quick romp with nothing else going for it."

"What about your girlfriend? The one you were staying with."

"After George was done with me I looked over and her boyfriend was on top of her. I wanted to go over and watch but I wasn't too steady right then. I don't know if it was the alcohol or all the sex, but my legs were too weak to move. They were done before I could."

"Did you ever watch them later?"

"No. That night was the only time I've watched people make love."

John reached out and cupped her breast, rolling her nipple through his fingers slowly. "Did you like doing it with other people watching? That first time, I mean."

"Yes. I think that was more of a turn on than the sex itself. George was in and out and Bruce was a big disappointment later."

"Did you get off watching Bruce fuck Heather?"

"Yes," she said very softly as she closed her eyes and lifted her hand to touch her other breast.

John took her nipple in his mouth, rubbing his tongue over it and sucking softly.

He trailed his tongue down her belly and stopped when he got to her navel. "I can't believe how hard I am right now. I've never wanted a woman this much."

"Are you as hard as that night with Carla?"
"Harder. I feel like I could split a tree. But I want that lesson you promised first," he said as his tongue trailed slowly downwards.

She smiled at him. "You start by going a few inches lower. A little lower than that. Now the thighs. That's right. Stay there for…just… oh God… that's it."

He swirled his tongue on her outer lips and pulled them gently into his mouth. His fingers reached up and began caressing her opening. As he reached out to touch her clit with his tongue she jerked and leaned back with her upper body against the wall. John probed inside her with his fingers and sucked gently on her hard bud at the same time. As he slid into a rhythm with fingers and tongue, he felt Kelli's legs tighten around his head and the muscles inside clench his fingers. When she relaxed he pulled back and sat on the side of the tub again, leaving only his feet in the water. "Well, the instructor left the class a little early, but I think I did okay. Did I pass the final, ma'am?"

"Not yet. That was only the midterm. You're going to have to study hard for the final." She giggled and moved over to him. "Or maybe I should study a hard on."

"That's only fair," he said as he sat on the side of the tub again and began to stroke himself. Kelli laid her head on his thigh in the same spot she had earlier. Having a woman's face a mere six inches from his erection as he rubbed himself was the most intense felling John had ever had. She reached out and cupped his balls as he jerked off, his pace becoming faster as he got closer. As he rubbed harder and faster she touched that sensitive spot right behind his balls and he came, a load exclamation trailing off as his jerking stopped.

Kelli got up and kissed him softly "Thank you. Now stay there," she said as she went into the front room and came back with a towel.

"Watching you walk is such fun."

She smiled at the compliment and tossed the towel over to her pile of clothing when she was done with it. "I guess we'd better take that one with us," she said with a grin. "After all we wouldn't want the cleaning crew to find it." Her smile faded. "I want you inside me. How long do we have to wait?"

"That depends on you. A little help is all I need."

Kelli walked out to the exercise area, looked out and then turned around. "Come with me," she said.

The sight of her naked body walking ahead of him already had John quivering again. Kelli placed an exercise mat on the floor and motioned him over to it. John lay down and she took him into her mouth. She sucked softly, moving her head up and down the shaft. As he began to harden again and became too big to fit completely in her mouth she began pumping with her right hand. When he was fully erect again she looked at him. "Better get than condom," she said.

"I can't."

"If you've teased me this far and don't have a rubber I'm going into the kitchen and get that knife to cut it off with. Then I really will have something to look at later."

He reached down and covered his dick with his hands. "It's in my desk," he said.

"Let's go. Are you sure there isn't anyone else here?"

"Yes."

"I'm almost sorry about that." Kelli took him by the hand as they went back upstairs. He retrieved the condom from his desk, handed it to her and walked over to a couch in the waiting area. She got on her knees and after a few strokes with her hand and tongue had him hard again. She unrolled the condom onto him, pushed him back onto the couch, straddled him and slowly lowered himself onto him. She closed her eyes and threw her head back. John reached up and caressed both of her breasts, moaning the whole time. As she moved above him waves he had never felt before traveled through him. Kelli arched her back and placed her hands on top of his and pushed her breasts into his palms. He felt a tear escape from his eyes. They started slowly at first then faster as he began to move inside her, eventually falling into an almost frantic rhythm. Sounds escaped their throats as they came closer. "Do you want me to come now or slow down?" John asked when he felt himself near the edge of orgasm.

"Now. Oh God, if you stop I'll scream. Keep going…."

He exploded inside of her and she around him, her cries echoing his as they both shook with the intensity of the orgasm. They kissed deeply, tongues circling each other. "No, don't pull away. Not yet," she whispered. "Stay as long as you can." As he softened and fell out Kelli collapsed on the couch beside him.

When Kelli opened her eyes again John had his pants on and was pulling on his shirt. "I'm sorry you woke up. The sight of you on that couch was fantastic," he said as he pointed to her clothes.

"You really think so?"

"Yes."

She reached out and touched his chest. He shook his head slowly. "It's almost dawn. Grandma will be here with the vacuum cleaner in a few minutes."

She began to sort through the pile. "Thanks for bringing my clothes up for me. But something seems to be missing. Where are my panties?"

"They've been taken hostage in my pocket."

"What do I have to do to get them back?"
"Oh you'll never see them alive again. But you might be able to convince me to buy you more."

She got up and walked over to him. She was still naked, and her hips and breasts were swaying softly as she moved.

"God I love to watch you walk."

She kissed him deeply, pressing her breasts and hips against him. She felt him stir slightly. "That get me anything?" she asked as she pulled away.

He reached up and touched her face. "Definitely. What are you doing tonight?"

She shook her head. "I can't tonight."

"Oh."

"Don't be sad. Remember the anticipation."

He smiled at her and cupped a breast. "Should I just bring you a new pair when I come to work on Monday?"

"Sure." She kissed him once again and then turned to go back to the couch. "I guess that means that I won't be wearing any panties that day."