The apothecary and I have chemical science ... by Phyllisroger.

My first serious fellow, got me into enjoying sexual things. Before him it was talk and Thomas More talk ... he made it real ... the first time he kissed me his hand went up my annulus ... I pushed him away, of course, it was what I had to do. A natural reaction ... so he did n't do it again. Until later that evening, on the way home. I was resting on his shoulder. We were driving along and came to a stop ... his mitt went to my bare leg and this time I let him. We were almost dwelling house ... nada would happen.

He pulled over and parked and kissed me hard ... pulling me against the guidance wheel. I was pinned between the bike and him ... my sass in a osculation ... he stuck his tongue inside ... it was a delicious hot matter in my sassing ... degustation of the Pepsi we had at the eatery ... I had Dr. peppercorn ... wondered if the tang blended ... I sucked on him and his paw was on me again ... I could n't move away being stuck between a roulette wheel and his warm body and his hand explored, then his fingers ... I was playing hard to get but he got me and got in me and I squirmed away ... red in face, short-change of breathing place, and hot in pass. `` I 'm not that kind of fille, '' I said. `` I want to await. '' And he drove me abode. I went straight to bed but did n't sleep ... feeling myself, amazed at my consistency, so tricky ... pushed away my own hand, as I had his ... hoping he was n't mad and would feel me again. I had played hard to get. Now I was ready to be gotten !

He called the adjacent day. He was sorry, he said. It wo n't materialise again, he said ... and he wanted to see me again ... the next weekend ... '' wellspring, all right ... '' I was excited.

Next weekend was very decelerate in coming. Despite school and an after school job, many hours passed before my Fri night ... We went to a movie and he kissed me good Night ... I had wanted more. I wanted him to explore my feelings but he just took me home. It was for mortal else to serve me : At my after school job : my knob, the chemist ... He was too old for me. I knew that. He was n't bounteous or a stud ... no, he was just my boss. I worked on Sat and he asked me to help with inventory that night. I got paid by the hour and wanted spare fourth dimension and was delighted to spend to a greater extent time at the shop. My boss put out the `` conclusion '' sign, pulled down the shades and we began the inventory.

Little did he screw, but in my mind I was really aphrodisiac. I had a full physique even at that age. My boyfriend said I was the sexiest lady friend in class ... and he should know being that he looked at girls all the time ! I started wearing more aphrodisiacal clothes ... inadequate wench, did n't button my blouse all the way up ... ankle air-sleeve and sometimes no knickers, like this `` inventory '' Nox. I liked the feeling of secretly being naked underneath ... a kind of cat and black eye thing ... I was the mouse and the computerized axial tomography were the rest period of the globe not knowing my trivial hole-and-corner. Would they catch me ? Up a ladder counting inventory along the chemist 's shelves soon revealed to him my closed book. My hirer 's middle got big, his human face got red, he got really Nice as he looked up at me counting the feeding bottle and things ... Helping me up the run and down. He was touching exterior my wench, against my merchant ship each time I climbed to count. His hands felt nice and I knew why his typeface was red.

'' I locked the threshold, '' he said. I nodded."And pulled the blinds so no one can see us."Of course of study he locked it. The store was closed, was n't it ? It was January and there was little ignite. In fact it was dark and masses were home. Both his hands helped me down this clock time. He took me to the rearwards way for more `` inventory '' of detail that were n't often used. I climbed up one whole tone, he held my hired man ... '' You 're very pretty, '' said this cat with his sexy black eye in sight ! Or was he the daddy mouse and I was his niggling pussy ? I climbed another footstep and his script was on my leg. `` I do n't want you to fall, honey, '' he said. He had never called me that before. I looked to the nominal head room access. It was out of sight. He had drawn the drape of the backwards elbow room. His helping hand was up my leg to my privates ... massaging me to the top step. Now I was afraid to do down the ladder. It was like I was sitting on his manus. What a hot hand he had ... or was it me, hot on his hand ? It did n't take aim long ... .We were both hot !

'' I 've got a camera, '' he said. `` A Polaroid. You can see the pictures right away. Stay right there. '' I heard him fumbling and then saw a flashing of light. I looked down at the film he was holding as the photo came into view ... My wooden leg and bird and ... Oh ... my minuscule butt and hairy pussycat. He was mighty. I was pretty, and sexy, too. `` Let me ask another, '' he said. `` This prison term spread your leg a little ... '' `` No, '' I said, shaking my head. `` We should n't be doing this. ''

'' Do n't say that you piffling fornicatress, '' he said. `` You 're a pretty girl. Up a ladder showing me your naked cunt, '' he said. That word, `` pussy, '' was electric. My cunt was a buck private thing and I only called it that with one or two girlfriends. My fellow had felt it ... but only once ... and here was this man taking pictures and talking about it ... Suddenly my knees went decrepit and I stepped down ... he was holding me as I came down, lifting my doll to my waist ... I was bare to my waist and this elder man was feeling my tooshie and my front and lifting my hairs, stretching my little pussy ... the tegument tightened ... it was all nighttime, and calm down and aphrodisiac ... these hot strange paw all over my front and back. `` Sit on the chair, '' he demanded. So I sat ... '' I 'm taking another picture ... feel yourself. '' I put my hands down to protect my cunt from his prying oculus and his fucking camera ! Why that password came to mind I do n't know ... maybe I felt he would try to have it away me ... but he was a photographer ... a Peeping Tom ... and he took more than pictures ... finally I was into it and broadcast my cunt lips for the lens, rubbed my cunt lips as directed, until I was all wet and I came for him to see and photograph. It was a aphrodisiacal scene ... just a fiddling fingering and I was hot and finished ... the photo showed me puffy and wet ...

Then he went to his human knee ... to get a better look, he said ... but he did n't have eyes in his knife which was what was checking me out and I came again. all over his backtalk. His ears were hot, too, as I held him into me ... would n't secrete him as he kept at me ... it was a glorious, beautiful matter he did to my body ... '' I 've made you a adult female, tonight, '' he whispered as I came on him and he licked me neat ... I wanted him to do it again. It was the full thing in my life that night at the chemist. shop.

Later he showed me the photographs when we took `` inventory '' again and I could n't help getting hot, and getting licked, and having that `` coming '' land of intellect. I wanted my boyfriend to do it to me and was desperate how to get him to do it. My Bos kept `` our '' photos in a box under his desk in the back room ... I took out a few and hid them under my blouse on the way out one night ... he would n't miss them ... and I showed them to my boyfriend. He was shocked and I realized I had made a serious mistake ... up to that peak. He was shocked but also fascinated. He could n't trust I 'd do that and let an old man return pictures up my bird ... [ I did n't depict him the really estimable I ! ] ... I could see he was excited by looking at me in exposure ... that happens to boys, you know. I did n't tell him everything the druggist had done ... I still had some secrets. I was shy and wanted my boyfriend to work my cunt.

'' I want to see you for existent, '' he said ... '' No, '' I said ... '' Why not ? '' he said. `` Because I 'm not that form of girl. '' He looked me in the eyes and then kissed me, his hand very assertive. `` If you love me, '' he said, `` Let me see your pretty hairy cunt. '' There was that word again. My private word ... when he said it, and I knew he loved me, it made me hot all over ... then he pushed me back on the car tush. Pushing my legs apart he reached under my dame. `` I love you, '' he said.

I resisted but not a lot and his hands went all the way up ... '' osculate me, '' I said and he did ... '' Not there, '' I said. He took the pinch and went under my skirt like it was nothing, like it was the raw thing, like it is, and his tongue was all over me, licking me up, licking me all up ... I shook at the shank and my fingers on his ears urging his nerve into me ... '' Ooh, Ahh, '' I gasped for breath. He was better than the apothecary. He had a skinny little fucking glossa and fucked me with it ... I was bucking at the hip ... his hands were at my shank and then left me, I heard him unbuckle and he kissed me on the back talk ... It was my foremost discernment of myself ... his lips were all wet with me and we were slobbering on each other when he poked at my cunt ... his deal were at me with a warm pricking with what he held in his hands ... then he was around my shank and pushing in me. There was n't room on the seat and I was half on ... half off ... he lifted me at my waist and darted into my twat ... he was penetrative and cutting and hurting and then was inside me. My cunt adjusted, he paused, waiting ... I opened my eyes and looked in his ... we were alone and in the darkness and I felt filled. Our hairs were rubbing, getting wet, and he began fucking me. Now my hands were around him, feeling his laughingstock and his balls were hitting my butt ...

It was peculiar, I did n't palpate much except friction. Was this all there was ? ..then the churning and thrusting and our wet trunk, there, and the sorry nighttime came animated and it was all sex and pecker and slit and tactile sensation rose and fell in me ... his oral fissure at mine, no Pepsi savour, just a swirling tongue and a plunging cock and I came to a dreaming where my mind was somewhere else, my intimation was gone, my flesh melting and the pounding and I relaxed to the throb ... it was a swirl and I had goose skin and chill and my legs held him. My body and soulfulness, boiling up. I came on him, churning, came on him more, his head hot on my chest of drawers as he fucked into me, again, and hit me punishing ... I came on his thick cock, thinking scenes of the chemist at my waist ... except this was more and more like another property ... then he slowed and rested on me ... waist to waist ... cunt hair to cock hair. pappa mouse had found his pussy.

Finally, I caught my breath, we straightened our clothes, I was taking my pictures back to the chief 's desk ... hoping he would take more than ... I was sure he would .