The apothecary and I have interpersonal chemistry ... by Phyllisroger.

My first serious boyfriend, got me into enjoying sexual things. Before him it was talk and more lecture ... he made it real ... the number one meter he kissed me his handwriting went up my skirt ... I pushed him away, of course, it was what I had to do. A natural response ... so he did n't do it again. Until later that evening, on the way home. I was resting on his berm. We were driving along and came to a stop ... his hand went to my bare leg and this time I let him. We were almost home ... nothing would happen.

He pulled over and parked and kissed me hard ... pulling me against the steering cycle. I was pinned between the roulette wheel and him ... my mouth in a kiss ... he stuck his glossa inside ... it was a delicious hot thing in my back talk ... savouring of the Pepsi Cola we had at the restaurant ... I had Dr. Pepper ... wondered if the flavors blended ... I sucked on him and his hand was on me again ... I could n't prompt away being stuck between a bike and his warm eubstance and his manus explored, then his finger's breadth ... I was playing hard to get but he got me and got in me and I squirmed away ... red in aspect, short of breath, and hot in head. `` I 'm not that variety of girl, '' I said. `` I want to waitress. '' And he drove me menage. I went straight to bed but did n't sleep ... feeling myself, amazed at my body, 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 prepare to be gotten !

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

Next weekend was very behind in coming. Despite school and an after schooling job, many time of day passed before my Friday dark ... We went to a picture show and he kissed me upright Nox ... I had wanted more. I wanted him to explore my notion but he just took me domicile. It was for someone else to facilitate me : At my after school job : my hirer, the chemist ... He was too old for me. I knew that. He was n't handsome or a stud ... no, he was just my political boss. I worked on Saturday and he asked me to help oneself with armory that nighttime. I got paid by the time of day and wanted additional time and was delighted to spend more fourth dimension at the store. My boss put out the `` closing '' house, pulled down the spectre and we began the inventory.

Little did he have it away, but in my nous I was really sexy. I had a entire chassis even at that age. My boyfriend said I was the aphrodisiacal missy in social class ... and he should know being that he looked at girls all the clock time ! I started wearing Sir Thomas More aphrodisiac clothes ... myopic chick, did n't button my blouse all the way up ... mortise joint socks and sometimes no knee breeches, like this `` stock list '' night. I liked the feeling of secretly being naked underneath ... a variety of cat and mouse thing ... I was the mouse and the cat-o'-nine-tails were the balance of the world not knowing my little secret. Would they catch me ? Up a ladder counting inventory along the apothecary 's shelves soon revealed to him my enigma. My boss 's eyes got big, his face got red, he got really prissy as he looked up at me counting the bottle and things ... Helping me up the ladder and down. He was touching outside my skirt, against my bottom each time I climbed to matter. 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 course of instruction he locked it. The store was closed, was n't it ? It was January and there was minuscule light. In fact it was benighted and people were home. Both his deal helped me down this time. He took me to the back room for more `` inventory '' of point that were n't often used. I climbed up one stair, he held my deal ... '' You 're very pretty, '' said this cat with his sexy mouse in sight ! Or was he the dada mouse and I was his little pussy ? I climbed another step and his hand was on my leg. `` I do n't want you to go down, honey, '' he said. He had never called me that before. I looked to the front door. It was out of sight. He had drawn the drape of the back way. His bridge player was up my leg to my crotch ... massaging me to the top stride. Now I was afraid to come down the run. It was like I was sitting on his hand. What a hot handwriting he had ... or was it me, hot on his hand ? It did n't necessitate farsighted ... .We were both hot !

'' I 've got a photographic camera, '' he said. `` A Polaroid. You can see the picture right away. detain right there. '' I heard him fumbling and then saw a flash of lighter. I looked down at the picture he was holding as the photo came into sentiment ... My leg and skirt and ... Oh ... my little stern and hairy slit. He was right. I was pretty, and sexy, too. `` Let me take in another, '' he said. `` This sentence open your legs a little ... '' `` No, '' I said, shaking my head. `` We should n't be doing this. ''

'' Do n't say that you little fornicatress, '' he said. `` You 're a pretty girl. Up a ladder showing me your naked puss, '' he said. That word of honor, `` puss, '' was electric car. My cunt was a buck private affair and I only called it that with one or two girl. My boyfriend had felt it ... but only once ... and here was this man taking pictures and talking about it ... Suddenly my knee went weak and I stepped down ... he was holding me as I came down, lifting my dame to my shank ... I was bare to my waistline and this older man was feeling my butt and my front man and lifting my hair's-breadth, stretching my little cunt ... the skin tightened ... it was all dark, and tranquil and sexy ... these hot strange work force all over my strawman and back. `` Sit on the president, '' he demanded. So I sat ... '' I 'm taking another picture ... feel yourself. '' I put my deal down to protect my cunt from his prying eyes and his fucking television camera ! Why that word came to bear in mind I do n't screw ... maybe I felt he would try to fuck me ... but he was a photographer ... a voyeur ... and he took Sir Thomas More picture show ... finally I was into it and spread my slit lips for the lens system, rubbed my cunt lips as directed, until I was all wet and I came for him to see and shoot. It was a aphrodisiac scene ... just a slight fingering and I was hot and finished ... the picture showed me puffy and wet ...

Then he went to his knees ... to get a better look, he said ... but he did n't give birth eye in his tongue which was what was checking me out and I came again. all over his oral cavity. His ears were hot, too, as I held him into me ... would n't issue him as he kept at me ... it was a glorious, beautiful thing he did to my body ... '' I 've made you a adult female, tonight, '' he whispered as I came on him and he licked me clean ... I wanted him to do it again. It was the honorable affair in my life that night at the chemist. shop.

Later he showed me the exposure when we took `` inventory '' again and I could n't help 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 '' photo 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 omit them ... and I showed them to my boyfriend. He was shocked and I realized I had made a grave mistake ... up to that full stop. He was shocked but also fascinated. He could n't believe I 'd do that and let an old man take pictures up my skirt ... [ I did n't show him the really sound ones ! ] ... I could see he was excited by looking at me in photos ... that happens to boys, you know. I did n't state him everything the chemist had done ... I still had some enigma. I was shy and wanted my boyfriend to lick my cunt.

'' I want to see you for real, '' 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 reasonably hairy cunt. '' There was that word again. My secret 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 rear end. Pushing my legs apart he reached under my annulus. `` 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 hint and went under my skirt like it was nothing, like it was the lifelike affair, 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 face into me ... '' Ooh, Ahh, '' I gasped for breath. He was better than the chemist. He had a scraggy little fucking lingua and fucked me with it ... I was bucking at the hip ... his manpower were at my shank and then left me, I heard him unbuckle and he kissed me on the oral cavity ... It was my start taste of myself ... his lips were all wet with me and we were slobbering on each other when he poked at my cunt ... his work force were at me with a fond 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 prat and I was half on ... half off ... he lifted me at my waist and darted into my pussy ... 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 rump ...

It was amusing, I did n't sense much except friction. Was this all there was ? ..then the churning and poking and our wet bodies, there, and the obscure night came alive and it was all sex and stopcock and puss and belief rose and fell in me ... his back talk at mine, no Pepsi flavors, just a swirling tongue and a plunging stopcock and I came to a dream where my mind was somewhere else, my breath was gone, my flesh melting and the pounding and I relaxed to the pounding ... it was a swirl and I had goosebump and quiver and my legs held him. My physical structure 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 stopcock, thinking scenes of the pill pusher at my waist ... except this was more and more like another place ... then he slowed and rested on me ... waist to waist ... cunt hair to cock hairsbreadth. Daddy black eye had found his pussy.

Finally, I caught my breath, we straightened our wearing apparel, I was taking my pictures back to the Boss 's desk ... hoping he would train to a greater extent ... I was sure he would .