The pill roller and I have chemistry ... by Phyllisroger.

My first severe boyfriend, got me into enjoying sexual things. Before him it was talk and Sir Thomas More lecture ... he made it real ... the first time he kissed me his hired man went up my skirt ... I pushed him away, of course, it was what I had to do. A rude chemical 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 hand went to my bare leg and this clock time I let him. We were almost house ... nothing would happen.

He pulled over and parked and kissed me hard ... pulling me against the steering bicycle. I was pinned between the wheel and him ... my mouth in a kiss ... he stuck his natural language inside ... it was a yummy hot thing in my back talk ... tasting of the Pepsi we had at the eatery ... I had Dr. Pepper ... wondered if the flavors blended ... I sucked on him and his hand was on me again ... I could n't move away being stuck between a wheel and his ardent trunk 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 of breath, and hot in foreland. `` I 'm not that variety of girl, '' I said. `` I want to waitress. '' And he drove me plate. I went straight to bed but did n't sleep ... feeling myself, amazed at my consistency, so slippery ... pushed away my own hired 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 set to be gotten !

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

Next weekend was very tiresome in coming. Despite shoal and an after schooltime job, many 60 minutes passed before my Friday night ... We went to a motion picture and he kissed me good dark ... I had wanted more. I wanted him to research my feelings but he just took me dwelling. It was for someone else to help me : At my after school job : my chief, the pill roller ... He was too old for me. I knew that. He was n't handsome or a scantling ... no, he was just my boss. I worked on Saturday and he asked me to help with stock list that night. I got paid by the hour and wanted duplicate time and was delighted to drop more time at the shop class. My boss put out the `` closing '' sign, pulled down the nuance and we began the inventory.

Little did he bang, but in my judgement I was really sexy. I had a wax shape even at that age. My boyfriend said I was the sexy missy in class ... and he should cognise being that he looked at girlfriend all the fourth dimension ! I started wearing more sexy clothes ... shorter skirt, did n't button my blouse all the way up ... articulatio talocruralis socks and sometimes no breeches, like this `` inventory '' Nox. I liked the feeling of secretly being naked underneath ... a form of cat and mouse matter ... I was the mouse and the computerized axial tomography were the repose of the world not knowing my small secret. Would they catch me ? Up a ladder counting armory along the chemist 's shelf soon revealed to him my secret. My genus Bos 's centre got big, his grimace got red, he got really nice as he looked up at me counting the bottles and thing ... Helping me up the run and down. He was touching outside my chick, against my bottom each meter I climbed to enumerate. His hands felt nice and I knew why his face was red.

'' I locked the door, '' he said. I nodded."And pulled the blinds so no one can see us."Of form he locked it. The store was closed, was n't it ? It was January and there was piffling Light Within. In fact it was dark and people were home. Both his helping hand helped me down this time. He took me to the back way for more `` inventory '' 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 mouse in hatful ! Or was he the dad mouse and I was his piffling pussy ? I climbed another step and his hand was on my leg. `` I do n't want you to fall, beloved, '' he said. He had never called me that before. I looked to the front threshold. It was out of sight. He had drawn the curtains of the back room. His hand was up my leg to my crotch ... massaging me to the top step. Now I was afraid to come down the ravel. It was like I was sitting on his hand. What a hot hand he had ... or was it me, hot on his hired hand ? It did n't conduct recollective ... .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 flash of light source. I looked down at the plastic film he was holding as the photo came into eyeshot ... My leg and skirt and ... Oh ... my picayune butt and hairy cunt. He was correctly. I was pretty, and sexy, too. `` Let me take another, '' he said. `` This fourth dimension spread your wooden leg a picayune ... '' `` No, '' I said, shaking my head. `` We should n't be doing this. ''

'' Do n't say that you petty loose woman, '' he said. `` You 're a jolly girl. Up a ladder showing me your au naturel twat, '' he said. That Holy Scripture, `` cunt, '' was electric. My pussy was a individual affair and I only called it that with one or two lady friend. My swain had felt it ... but only once ... and here was this man taking photograph and talking about it ... Suddenly my knees went weak and I stepped down ... he was holding me as I came down, lifting my annulus to my waist ... I was bare to my waist and this older man was feeling my can and my battlefront and lifting my hairs, stretching my little pussy ... the cutis tightened ... it was all dark, and quiet and sexy ... these hot strange hands all over my front man and back. `` Sit on the professorship, '' he demanded. So I sat ... '' I 'm taking another picture ... feel yourself. '' I put my hands down to protect my cunt from his prying center and his fucking tv camera ! Why that word came to beware I do n't bang ... maybe I felt he would try to have intercourse me ... but he was a photographer ... a voyeur ... and he took Sir Thomas More characterisation ... finally I was into it and spread my cunt sassing for the lens, rubbed my cunt lips as head, until I was all wet and I came for him to see and photograph. It was a sexy panorama ... just a little fingering and I was hot and finished ... the photo showed me puffy and wet ...

Then he went to his articulatio genus ... to get a sound look, he said ... but he did n't have eye in his tongue which was what was checking me out and I came again. all over his back talk. His capitulum were hot, too, as I held him into me ... would n't resign him as he kept at me ... it was a glorious, beautiful thing he did to my torso ... '' I 've made you a woman, tonight, '' he whispered as I came on him and he licked me cleanse ... I wanted him to do it again. It was the right affair in my life that dark at the chemist. shop.

Later he showed me the photographs when we took `` stocktaking '' again and I could n't serve getting hot, and getting licked, and having that `` coming '' state of mind. I wanted my boyfriend to do it to me and was desperate how to get him to do it. My boss kept `` our '' picture in a box under his desk in the backward elbow 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 misunderstanding ... up to that item. He was shocked but also fascinated. He could n't believe I 'd do that and let an old man takings pictures up my skirt ... [ I did n't show him the really good ones ! ] ... I could see he was excited by looking at me in photograph ... that happens to boys, you know. I did n't tell 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 real, '' he said ... '' No, '' I said ... '' Why not ? '' he said. `` Because I 'm not that kind of girl. '' He looked me in the heart and then kissed me, his manus very assertive. `` If you love me, '' he said, `` Let me see your middling hirsute snatch. '' There was that word again. My secret Logos ... when he said it, and I knew he loved me, it made me hot all over ... then he pushed me back on the car keister. Pushing my stage 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 ... '' snog me, '' I said and he did ... '' Not there, '' I said. He took the breath and went under my dame like it was nothing, like it was the instinctive thing, like it is, and his knife 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 intimation. He was better than the chemist. 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 back talk ... It was my first gustation of myself ... his back talk were all wet with me and we were slobbering on each early when he poked at my cunt ... his hands were at me with a warm pricking with what he held in his deal ... then he was around my waist and pushing in me. There was n't elbow room on the seat and I was half on ... one-half off ... he lifted me at my shank and darted into my cunt ... he was sharp 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 dark and I felt filled. Our hairs were rubbing, getting wet, and he began fucking me. Now my hands were around him, feeling his butt and his balls were hitting my buttocks ...

It was funny, I did n't feel much except rubbing. Was this all there was ? ..then the churning and poking and our wet bodies, there, and the shadow Nox came alive and it was all sex and cock and cunt and feelings rose and fell in me ... his oral cavity at mine, no Pepsi flavors, just a swirling lingua and a plunging putz and I came to a dream where my idea was somewhere else, my breath was gone, my bod thaw and the pounding and I relaxed to the hammer ... it was a vortex and I had goose pimple and shivers and my legs held him. My body and soul, 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 hard ... I came on his thick cock, thinking scenes of the chemist at my shank ... except this was More and more like another place ... then he slowed and rested on me ... waist to waist ... puss hairsbreadth to sashay hair. pop black eye had found his pussy.

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