The pill pusher and I have chemical science ... by Phyllisroger.

My first serious boyfriend, got me into enjoying sexual things. Before him it was talk and more public lecture ... he made it existent ... the beginning time he kissed me his hired man went up my doll ... I pushed him away, of course, it was what I had to do. A cancel response ... 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 deal went to my bare leg and this time I let him. We were almost menage ... nothing would happen.

He pulled over and parked and kissed me unvoiced ... pulling me against the steering wheel. I was pinned between the wheel and him ... my mouth in a kiss ... he stuck his tongue inside ... it was a delightful hot thing in my mouth ... tasting of the Pepsi we had at the eatery ... I had Dr. Pepper ... wondered if the smell blended ... I sucked on him and his hand was on me again ... I could n't incite away being stuck between a steering wheel and his warm body and his helping hand explored, then his digit ... I was playing hard to get but he got me and got in me and I squirmed away ... red in face, myopic of breathing place, and hot in head. `` I 'm not that variety of girlfriend, '' I said. `` I want to wait. '' And he drove me dwelling. I went straight to bed but did n't sleep ... feeling myself, amazed at my physical structure, so slippy ... pushed away my own bridge player, as I had his ... hoping he was n't mad and would find me again. I had played hard to get. Now I was gear up to be gotten !

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

Next weekend was very slow in coming. Despite school and an after schooling job, many hours passed before my Friday night ... We went to a motion picture and he kissed me good Nox ... I had wanted more. I wanted him to research my feelings but he just took me home. It was for someone else to aid me : At my after school job : my gaffer, the pill pusher ... He was too old for me. I knew that. He was n't handsome or a stud ... no, he was just my chief. I worked on Saturday and he asked me to help with inventory that night. I got paid by the hour and wanted extra sentence and was delighted to spend more time at the store. My boss put out the `` conclusion '' mansion, pulled down the shades and we began the inventory.

Little did he know, but in my mind I was really aphrodisiac. I had a full shape even at that age. My fellow said I was the sexiest girl in class ... and he should know being that he looked at girl all the meter ! I started wearing more aphrodisiac apparel ... unretentive dame, did n't button my blouse all the way up ... ankle socks and sometimes no knickers, like this `` stocktaking '' nighttime. I liked the feeling of secretly being naked underneath ... a variety of cat and mouse affair ... I was the mouse and the cats were the quietus of the world not knowing my little hidden. Would they catch me ? Up a ladder counting inventory along the chemist 's shelves soon revealed to him my enigma. My chief 's centre got big, his face got red, he got really nice as he looked up at me counting the bottle and things ... Helping me up the ladder and down. He was touching outdoor my skirt, against my bed each time I climbed to count. His script felt nice and I knew why his font was red.

'' I locked the room access, '' he said. I nodded."And pulled the subterfuge so no one can see us."Of course of study he locked it. The shop was closed, was n't it ? It was January and there was trivial easy. In fact it was dark and mass were home. Both his paw helped me down this sentence. He took me to the back room for more `` stock-taking '' of items that were n't often used. I climbed up one step, he held my hand ... '' You 're very pretty, '' said this cat with his sexy computer mouse in sight ! Or was he the dad mouse and I was his trivial pussy ? I climbed another step and his deal was on my leg. `` I do n't want you to fall, love, '' he said. He had never called me that before. I looked to the breast door. It was out of sight. He had drawn the curtains of the back elbow room. His manus was up my leg to my crotch ... massaging me to the top step. Now I was afraid to occur down the ladder. It was like I was sitting on his script. What a hot hired hand he had ... or was it me, hot on his hand ? It did n't take long ... .We were both hot !

'' I 've got a camera, '' he said. `` A Polaroid. You can see the photograph right away. Stay right there. '' I heard him fumbling and then saw a trice of light. I looked down at the film he was holding as the photograph came into view ... My branch and skirt and ... Oh ... my little butt and haired pussy. He was good. I was pretty, and sexy, too. `` Let me take another, '' he said. `` This prison term go around your legs a little ... '' `` No, '' I said, shaking my head. `` We should n't be doing this. ''

'' Do n't say that you little trollop, '' he said. `` You 're a middling young lady. Up a run showing me your naked cunt, '' he said. That Book, `` slit, '' was electric. My cunt was a secret thing and I only called it that with one or two girlfriends. My boyfriend had felt it ... but only once ... and here was this man taking pictures and talking about it ... Suddenly my stifle went weak and I stepped down ... he was holding me as I came down, lifting my skirt to my waist ... I was bare to my waist and this sometime man was feeling my butt and my front and lifting my pilus, stretching my little slit ... the tegument tightened ... it was all iniquity, and quiet and sexy ... these hot strange hands all over my front and back. `` Sit on the chairwoman, '' he demanded. So I sat ... '' I 'm taking another film ... feel yourself. '' I put my hands down to protect my twat from his prying eyes and his fucking camera ! Why that Scripture came to mind I do n't know ... maybe I felt he would try to fuck me ... but he was a photographer ... a peeper ... and he took more pictures ... finally I was into it and spread my cunt back talk for the lens, rubbed my puss back talk as directed, until I was all wet and I came for him to see and snap. It was a sexy scene ... just a fiddling fingering and I was hot and finished ... the pic showed me puffy and wet ...

Then he went to his genu ... to get a break aspect, he said ... but he did n't stimulate eyes in his glossa which was what was checking me out and I came again. all over his mouth. His ears were hot, too, as I held him into me ... would n't release him as he kept at me ... it was a resplendent, beautiful thing he did to my soundbox ... '' I 've made you a woman, tonight, '' he whispered as I came on him and he licked me clean ... I wanted him to do it again. It was the best thing in my animation that night at the chemist. shop.

Later he showed me the photographs when we took `` inventorying '' again and I could n't aid getting hot, and getting licked, and having that `` coming '' state of mind. I wanted my beau to do it to me and was desperate how to get him to do it. My boss 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 nighttime ... 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 point. He was shocked but also fascinated. He could n't think I 'd do that and let an old man takings pictures up my chick ... [ I did n't evidence him the really unspoiled ones ! ] ... I could see he was excited by looking at me in photo ... that happens to boys, you know. I did n't secernate him everything the chemist had done ... I still had some secrets. I was shy and wanted my fellow to work out my cunt.

'' I want to see you for actual, '' he said ... '' No, '' I said ... '' Why not ? '' he said. `` Because I 'm not that kind of girlfriend. '' He looked me in the eyes and then kissed me, his hired hand very self-asserting. `` If you love me, '' he said, `` Let me see your reasonably hirsute bitch. '' There was that word again. My private word of honor ... when he said it, and I knew he loved me, it made me hot all over ... then he pushed me back on the car buttocks. Pushing my wooden leg apart he reached under my skirt. `` I love you, '' he said.

I resisted but not a lot and his hands went all the way up ... '' kiss me, '' I said and he did ... '' Not there, '' I said. He took the tinge and went under my skirt like it was nothing, like it was the natural thing, like it is, and his tongue was all over me, licking me up, licking me all up ... I shook at the waist and my fingerbreadth on his ears urging his face into me ... '' Ooh, Ahh, '' I gasped for breath. He was effective than the pill roller. He had a skinny little fucking tongue and fucked me with it ... I was bucking at the hip ... his hands were at my waist and then left me, I heard him unbuckle and he kissed me on the mouth ... It was my first perceptiveness of myself ... his lips were all wet with me and we were slobbering on each former when he poked at my cunt ... his handwriting were at me with a warm up pricking with what he held in his manpower ... then he was around my waist and pushing in me. There was n't room on the derriere and I was half on ... half off ... he lifted me at my shank and darted into my puss ... he was sharp and cutting and hurting and then was inside me. My puss adjusted, he paused, waiting ... I opened my optic and looked in his ... we were alone and in the dark and I felt filled. Our hairs were rubbing, getting wet, and he began fucking me. Now my hired man were around him, feeling his rear end and his balls were hitting my goat ...

It was mirthful, I did n't palpate much except friction. Was this all there was ? ..then the churning and poking and our wet dead body, there, and the dingy night came awake and it was all sex and dick and cunt and feel rose and fell in me ... his mouth at mine, no Pepsi flavors, just a swirling tongue and a plunging cock and I came to a dream where my idea was somewhere else, my breather was gone, my flesh melting and the throbbing and I relaxed to the pound ... it was a swirl and I had goosebumps and shivers and my branch held him. My trunk and mortal, boiling up. I came on him, churning, came on him more, his head hot on my chest as he fucked into me, again, and hit me difficult ... I came on his midst stopcock, thinking view of the chemist at my waist ... except this was Thomas More and more like another shoes ... then he slowed and rested on me ... waist to waist ... cunt hair to cock fuzz. Daddy black eye had found his pussy.

Finally, I caught my breath, we straightened our apparel, I was taking my pictures back to the boss 's desk ... hoping he would take Thomas More ... I was sure he would .