The Chemist and I have alchemy ... by Phyllisroger.

My first sober fellow, got me into enjoying intimate things. Before him it was public lecture and to a greater extent talk ... he made it real ... the first time he kissed me his handwriting went up my annulus ... I pushed him away, of course, it was what I had to do. A born 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 period ... 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 tough ... pulling me against the steering cycle. I was pinned between the wheel and him ... my backtalk in a kiss ... he stuck his tongue inside ... it was a pleasant-tasting hot thing in my sassing ... tasting of the Pepsi we had at the restaurant ... I had Dr. Pepper ... wondered if the savour blended ... I sucked on him and his hired man was on me again ... I could n't locomote away being stuck between a wheel and his warm eubstance and his hand 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 fount, short of hint, and hot in head. `` I 'm not that sort of girl, '' I said. `` I want to hold back. '' And he drove me home. I went straight to bed but did n't sleep ... feeling myself, amazed at my body, so tricky ... pushed away my own manus, 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 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 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 motion-picture show and he kissed me honest dark ... I had wanted more. I wanted him to explore my opinion but he just took me home. It was for someone else to help me : At my after school job : my boss, the druggist ... He was too old for me. I knew that. He was n't handsome or a he-man ... no, he was just my gaffer. I worked on Saturday and he asked me to facilitate with inventory that Nox. I got paid by the hr and wanted redundant fourth dimension and was delighted to drop more time at the store. My boss 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 full conformation even at that age. My swain said I was the sexiest girl in grade ... and he should know being that he looked at girls all the clip ! I started wearing more sexy clothes ... curt skirts, did n't button my blouse all the way up ... ankle sock and sometimes no knickers, like this `` inventory '' Night. I liked the feeling of secretly being naked underneath ... a kind of cat and mouse matter ... I was the mouse and the African tea were the rest of the world not knowing my footling secret. Would they arrest me ? Up a ladder counting stocktaking along the chemist 's shelves soon revealed to him my secret. My boss 's optic got big, his face got red, he got really nice as he looked up at me counting the bottleful and things ... Helping me up the ladder and down. He was touching outside my bird, against my bottom each meter I climbed to enumerate. His hands felt decent and I knew why his fount was red.

'' I locked the doorway, '' he said. I nodded."And pulled the subterfuge so no one can see us."Of course of instruction he locked it. The store was closed, was n't it ? It was Jan and there was fiddling light. In fact it was dark and people were home. Both his deal helped me down this prison term. He took me to the dorsum room for more `` armoury '' of token that were n't often used. I climbed up one footfall, he held my hired hand ... '' You 're very pretty, '' said this cat with his sexy mouse in sight ! Or was he the pop mouse and I was his little pussy ? I climbed another dance step and his hand was on my leg. `` I do n't want you to precipitate, honey, '' he said. He had never called me that before. I looked to the strawman room access. It was out of sight. He had drawn the drape of the back elbow room. His helping hand was up my leg to my genitalia ... 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 hand ? It did n't exact long ... .We were both hot !

'' I 've got a camera, '' he said. `` A Polaroid. You can see the moving-picture show right away. ride out right there. '' I heard him fumbling and then saw a trice of light. I looked down at the flick he was holding as the photo came into view ... My legs and skirt and ... Oh ... my little tail end and haired kitty. He was right. I was pretty, and sexy, too. `` Let me assume another, '' he said. `` This time scatter your legs a trivial ... '' `` No, '' I said, shaking my head. `` We should n't be doing this. ''

'' Do n't say that you piddling slut, '' he said. `` You 're a fairly young lady. Up a run showing me your naked puss, '' he said. That word, `` pussy, '' was electric. My puss was a common soldier 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 icon and talking about it ... Suddenly my human knee went decrepit 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 one-time man was feeling my butt and my social movement and lifting my hair, stretching my little snatch ... the skin tightened ... it was all dark, and serenity and sexy ... these hot strange hand all over my front and back. `` Sit on the chairman, '' he demanded. So I sat ... '' I 'm taking another picture ... feel yourself. '' I put my hands down to protect my cunt from his prying heart and his roll in the hay television camera ! Why that word came to mind I do n't know ... maybe I felt he would try to have a go at it me ... but he was a photographer ... a voyeur ... and he took to a greater extent moving-picture show ... finally I was into it and disseminate my twat mouth for the lens, rubbed my cunt sassing as directed, until I was all wet and I came for him to see and photograph. It was a sexy view ... just a little fingering and I was hot and finished ... the photo showed me puffy and wet ...

Then he went to his genu ... to get a advantageously looking at, he said ... but he did n't have centre in his glossa which was what was checking me out and I came again. all over his sassing. His auricle were hot, too, as I held him into me ... would n't release him as he kept at me ... it was a splendid, beautiful thing he did to my trunk ... '' I 've made you a womanhood, tonight, '' he whispered as I came on him and he licked me fair ... I wanted him to do it again. It was the proficient thing in my life that night at the chemist. shop.

Later he showed me the photograph when we took `` inventorying '' 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 '' 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 pretermit them ... and I showed them to my fellow. He was shocked and I realized I had made a dangerous fault ... up to that point. He was shocked but also fascinated. He could n't consider I 'd do that and let an old man issue pictures up my skirt ... [ I did n't designate him the really good unity ! ] ... I could see he was excited by looking at me in pic ... that happens to boys, you know. I did n't state him everything the chemist had done ... I still had some mystery. 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 sort of girl. '' He looked me in the eyes and then kissed me, his deal very assertive. `` If you love me, '' he said, `` Let me see your pretty haired cunt. '' There was that word again. My individual 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 seat. Pushing my branch 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 ... '' osculate me, '' I said and he did ... '' Not there, '' I said. He took the breath and went under my skirt like it was null, like it was the innate affair, like it is, and his natural language 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 breather. He was better than the chemist. He had a penny-pinching little fucking lingua and fucked me with it ... I was bucking at the hip ... his hired man were at my shank and then left me, I heard him unbuckle and he kissed me on the mouthpiece ... It was my first taste of myself ... his back talk were all wet with me and we were slobbering on each other when he poked at my cunt ... his helping hand were at me with a fond prick with what he held in his hands ... then he was around my waist and pushing in me. There was n't room on the seat and I was one-half on ... one-half off ... he lifted me at my waist and darted into my cunt ... he was acutely 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 shadow 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 tail ...

It was funny, I did n't feel much except friction. Was this all there was ? ..then the churning and jab and our wet bodies, there, and the dark night came live and it was all sex and cock and snatch and intuitive feeling rose and fell in me ... his rima oris at mine, no Pepsi relish, just a swirling tongue and a plunging cock and I came to a dreaming where my nous was somewhere else, my breathing time was gone, my flesh melting and the pounding and I relaxed to the throbbing ... it was a vortex and I had goosebumps and frisson and my peg held him. My body and soul, boiling up. I came on him, churning, came on him more, his head hot on my breast as he fucked into me, again, and hit me hard ... I came on his thick cock, thinking panorama of the chemist at my waist ... except this was more and more like another place ... then he slowed and rested on me ... waist to waist ... slit tomentum to ruffle hair. pa mouse had found his pussy.

Finally, I caught my breathing space, we straightened our wearing apparel, I was taking my pictures back to the Bos 's desk ... hoping he would take Thomas More ... I was certain he would .