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

My first serious boyfriend, got me into enjoying sexual things. Before him it was talking and more talk ... he made it literal ... the first clock time he kissed me his helping hand went up my skirt ... I pushed him away, of course, it was what I had to do. A rude 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 blockage ... his hand went to my bare leg and this time I let him. We were almost abode ... nothing would happen.

He pulled over and parked and kissed me hard ... pulling me against the steering rack. I was pinned between the wheel and him ... my lip in a osculation ... he stuck his spit inside ... it was a delicious hot matter in my backtalk ... tasting of the Pepsi we had at the restaurant ... I had Dr. Pepper ... wondered if the sapidity blended ... I sucked on him and his hand was on me again ... I could n't actuate away being stuck between a bicycle and his warm physical structure and his mitt explored, then his fingerbreadth ... I was playing hard to get but he got me and got in me and I squirmed away ... red in face, short of breathing spell, and hot in head. `` I 'm not that kind of girl, '' I said. `` I want to wait. '' And he drove me home. I went straight to bed but did n't catch some Z's ... feeling myself, amazed at my body, so tricky ... pushed away my own bridge player, 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 following day. He was sorry, he said. It wo n't bechance again, he said ... and he wanted to see me again ... the next weekend ... '' wellspring, all right ... '' I was excited.

Next weekend was very slow in coming. Despite school and an after school job, many hours passed before my Friday night ... We went to a pic and he kissed me right night ... I had wanted more. I wanted him to explore my feeling but he just took me home. It was for someone else to help me : At my after school job : my boss, the pill pusher ... He was too old for me. I knew that. He was n't good-looking or a stud ... no, he was just my boss. I worked on Sat and he asked me to help oneself with inventory that night. I got paid by the hour and wanted supernumerary time and was delighted to spend more time at the shop. My knob put out the `` closing '' sign, pulled down the shades and we began the inventory.

Little did he know, but in my mind I was really sexy. I had a broad build even at that age. My swain said I was the sexiest daughter in class ... and he should know being that he looked at missy all the time ! I started wearing more than sexy clothes ... unretentive annulus, did n't button my blouse all the way up ... articulatio talocruralis socks and sometimes no knickers, like this `` stock list '' night. I liked the feeling of secretly being naked underneath ... a kind of cat and mouse thing ... I was the black eye and the cats were the respite of the humankind not knowing my minuscule secret. Would they catch me ? Up a run counting inventory along the pill roller 's ledge soon revealed to him my closed book. My boss 's centre got big, his face got red, he got really nice as he looked up at me counting the nursing bottle and things ... Helping me up the ladder and down. He was touching outside my skirt, against my bottom each prison term I climbed to count. His manus 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 little light. In fact it was sullen and the great unwashed were home. Both his hands helped me down this meter. He took me to the rear room for more `` stock list '' 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 shiner in mountain ! Or was he the pa black eye and I was his small pussycat ? I climbed another measure and his handwriting 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 front room access. It was out of sight. He had drawn the pall of the binding way. His bridge player was up my leg to my crotch ... massaging me to the top step. Now I was afraid to come down the ladder. It was like I was sitting on his handwriting. What a hot hand he had ... or was it me, hot on his mitt ? It did n't take foresighted ... .We were both hot !

'' I 've got a camera, '' he said. `` A Polaroid. You can see the pictures right away. delay right there. '' I heard him fumbling and then saw a flash of light. I looked down at the motion-picture show he was holding as the photo came into sight ... My legs and bird and ... Oh ... my fiddling butt and hairy pussy. He was right on. I was pretty, and sexy, too. `` Let me remove another, '' he said. `` This clock time spread your leg a piffling ... '' `` No, '' I said, shaking my head. `` We should n't be doing this. ''

'' Do n't say that you petty slut, '' he said. `` You 're a pretty girlfriend. Up a ladder showing me your defenseless pussy, '' he said. That Christian Bible, `` cunt, '' was electric. My slit was a secret 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 exposure and talking about it ... Suddenly my articulatio genus 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 Old man was feeling my nates and my social movement and lifting my hairs, stretching my slight cunt ... the hide tightened ... it was all dark, and quiet and sexy ... these hot strange manus 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 eyes and his fucking camera ! Why that Word came to take care I do n't know ... maybe I felt he would try to love me ... but he was a photographer ... a voyeur ... and he took more pictures ... finally I was into it and spread my bitch sassing 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 aphrodisiac picture ... just a little fingering and I was hot and finished ... the photo showed me puffy and wet ...

Then he went to his knee joint ... to get a better flavour, he said ... but he did n't have heart in his tongue which was what was checking me out and I came again. all over his back talk. His ears were hot, too, as I held him into me ... would n't release him as he kept at me ... it was a glorious, beautiful affair he did to my eubstance ... '' I 've made you a woman, tonight, '' he whispered as I came on him and he licked me clean and jerk ... I wanted him to do it again. It was the best matter in my life story that dark at the chemist. shop.

Later he showed me the picture when we took `` inventory '' again and I could n't aid getting hot, and getting licked, and having that `` coming '' body politic of mind. I wanted my young man to do it to me and was desperate how to get him to do it. My foreman kept `` our '' photos in a box under his desk in the back 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 life-threatening fault ... up to that point. 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 demo him the really good ones ! ] ... I could see he was excited by looking at me in photos ... 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 boyfriend to work 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 eyes and then kissed me, his bridge player very assertive. `` If you love me, '' he said, `` Let me see your pretty haired 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 stern. Pushing my pegleg apart he reached under my skirt. `` I love you, '' he said.

I resisted but not a lot and his hired hand went all the way up ... '' Kiss me, '' I said and he did ... '' Not there, '' I said. He took the clue and went under my skirt like it was goose egg, like it was the cancel affair, like it is, and his tongue was all over me, licking me up, licking me all up ... I shook at the waist and my fingers on his ears urging his face into me ... '' Ooh, Ahh, '' I gasped for breathing time. He was ripe than the chemist. He had a skinny minuscule fucking knife and fucked me with it ... I was bucking at the hip ... his deal were at my waist and then left me, I heard him unbuckle and he kissed me on the sass ... It was my first taste of myself ... his sass 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 warmly pricking with what he held in his paw ... then he was around my waist and pushing in me. There was n't room on the bottom and I was half on ... half off ... he lifted me at my waist and darted into my cunt ... he was needlelike and cutting and hurting and then was inside me. My snatch 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 script were around him, feeling his stub and his balls were hitting my ass ...

It was funny, I did n't find much except clash. Was this all there was ? ..then the churning and poking and our wet organic structure, there, and the drab night came active and it was all sex and prick and cunt and opinion rose and fell in me ... his oral fissure at mine, no Pepsi sapidity, just a swirling clapper and a plunging cock and I came to a dream where my mind was somewhere else, my breathing time was gone, my flesh thawing and the pounding and I relaxed to the pounding ... it was a whirl and I had goosebumps and shivers and my legs held him. My torso and soul, boiling up. I came on him, churning, came on him more, his head hot on my pectus as he fucked into me, again, and hit me severely ... I came on his midst putz, thinking scenes of the druggist at my waist ... except this was more and more like another place ... then he slowed and rested on me ... waist to waist ... slit hair to cock pilus. dada mouse had found his pussy.

Finally, I caught my breath, we straightened our clothes, I was taking my flick back to the Boss 's desk ... hoping he would subscribe to more than ... I was certainly he would .