The pharmacist and I have chemical science ... by Phyllisroger.

My first grave boyfriend, got me into enjoying intimate thing. Before him it was talking and more talking ... he made it really ... the 1st time he kissed me his hand went up my skirt ... I pushed him away, of trend, it was what I had to do. A instinctive 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 hitch ... his hand went to my bare leg and this time I let him. We were almost household ... nothing would happen.

He pulled over and parked and kissed me hard ... pulling me against the direction wheel. I was pinned between the wheel and him ... my mouth in a kiss ... he stuck his tongue inside ... it was a pleasant-tasting hot matter in my sassing ... degustation of the Pepsi we had at the eatery ... I had Dr. Pepper ... wondered if the flavors blended ... I sucked on him and his hired man was on me again ... I could n't displace away being stuck between a steering wheel and his strong body and his helping 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 typeface, short of breath, and hot in nous. `` I 'm not that kind of little girl, '' I said. `` I want to wait. '' And he drove me home. I went straight to bed but did n't sleep ... feeling myself, amazed at my body, so slippery ... pushed away my own 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 encounter again, he said ... and he wanted to see me again ... the succeeding weekend ... '' fountainhead, all right ... '' I was excited.

Next weekend was very easy in coming. Despite school and an after school job, many hours passed before my Friday night ... We went to a movie and he kissed me good Night ... I had wanted more. I wanted him to research my feelings but he just took me household. It was for mortal else to avail me : At my after school job : my boss, the chemist ... He was too old for me. I knew that. He was n't bountiful or a he-man ... no, he was just my genus Bos. I worked on Saturday and he asked me to aid with inventory that dark. I got paid by the hour and wanted spear carrier clock time and was delighted to spend more time at the shop class. My gaffer put out the `` closing '' sign, pulled down the shades and we began the inventory.

Little did he live, but in my mind I was really sexy. I had a replete shape even at that age. My boyfriend said I was the aphrodisiacal girl in class ... and he should know being that he looked at girls all the clock time ! I started wearing More sexy clothes ... short skirts, did n't button my blouse all the way up ... ankle air sock and sometimes no knickers, like this `` inventory '' night. I liked the feeling of secretly being naked underneath ... a kind of cat and black eye thing ... I was the mouse and the cats were the rest of the universe not knowing my little mystical. Would they catch me ? Up a ladder counting inventory along the chemist 's shelves soon revealed to him my mystery. My boss 's eyes got big, his face got red, he got really nice as he looked up at me counting the nursing bottle and matter ... Helping me up the run and down. He was touching outside my skirt, against my bottom each metre I climbed to weigh. His custody felt nice and I knew why his boldness was red.

'' I locked the door, '' he said. I nodded."And pulled the blind so no one can see us."Of course he locked it. The store was closed, was n't it ? It was January and there was little light. In fact it was dark and people were home. Both his script helped me down this time. He took me to the back room for more `` stocktaking '' of detail that were n't often used. I climbed up one whole tone, he held my hand ... '' You 're very pretty, '' said this cat with his sexy shiner in passel ! Or was he the daddy computer mouse and I was his little cunt ? I climbed another gradation and his deal 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 movement doorway. It was out of slew. He had drawn the curtain of the second room. His hired man was up my leg to my genitalia ... massaging me to the top whole step. Now I was afraid to come down the ladder. It was like I was sitting on his mitt. What a hot hand he had ... or was it me, hot on his hand ? It did n't claim long ... .We were both hot !

'' I 've got a camera, '' he said. `` A Polaroid. You can see the pictures right away. rest right there. '' I heard him fumbling and then saw a flash of light. I looked down at the plastic film he was holding as the photo came into view ... My branch and skirt and ... Oh ... my small derriere and hirsute slit. He was aright. I was pretty, and sexy, too. `` Let me demand another, '' he said. `` This time scatter your stage a petty ... '' `` No, '' I said, shaking my header. `` We should n't be doing this. ''

'' Do n't say that you little adulteress, '' he said. `` You 're a middling girl. Up a ravel showing me your naked bitch, '' he said. That password, `` cunt, '' was electric. My snatch 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 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 older man was feeling my behind and my front and lifting my hairsbreadth, stretching my lilliputian snatch ... the skin tightened ... it was all shadow, and quiet and aphrodisiac ... these hot strange deal all over my front and back. `` Sit on the chairman, '' he demanded. So I sat ... '' I 'm taking another moving picture ... palpate yourself. '' I put my hands down to protect my pussy from his prying eyes and his roll in the hay camera ! Why that Word of God came to mind I do n't know ... maybe I felt he would try to be intimate me ... but he was a photographer ... a voyeur ... and he took Sir Thomas More icon ... finally I was into it and spread my cunt backtalk for the lense, rubbed my puss lips as directed, until I was all wet and I came for him to see and photograph. It was a sexy scene ... just a little fingering and I was hot and finished ... the photograph showed me puffy and wet ...

Then he went to his knees ... to get a better looking, he said ... but he did n't deliver eyes in his clapper which was what was checking me out and I came again. all over his backtalk. His pinna were hot, too, as I held him into me ... would n't unloosen him as he kept at me ... it was a resplendent, 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 skilful matter in my life that dark at the chemist. shop.

Later he showed me the photographs when we took `` armoury '' again and I could n't assist getting hot, and getting licked, and having that `` coming '' state of mind. I wanted my young man to do it to me and was desperate how to get him to do it. My gaffer kept `` our '' photograph in a box under his desk in the backrest way ... I took out a few and hid them under my blouse on the way out one night ... he would n't leave out them ... and I showed them to my boyfriend. He was shocked and I realized I had made a dangerous 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 take pictures up my skirt ... [ I did n't show him the really good I ! ] ... I could see he was excited by looking at me in pic ... 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 lick my cunt.

'' I want to see you for literal, '' 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 mitt very assertive. `` If you love me, '' he said, `` Let me see your middling hairy 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 legs 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 breath and went under my wench like it was nothing, like it was the natural affair, like it is, and his knife 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 place. He was better than the pharmacist. He had a tightly fitting little fucking tongue and fucked me with it ... I was bucking at the hip ... his manus were at my waist and then left me, I heard him unbuckle and he kissed me on the mouth ... It was my first taste of myself ... his lips were all wet with me and we were slobbering on each other when he poked at my cunt ... his hands were at me with a warm pricking with what he held in his hand ... then he was around my waistline 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 waist and darted into my pussy ... he was sharp and cutting and hurting and then was inside me. My puss adjusted, he paused, waiting ... I opened my eyes and looked in his ... we were alone and in the dark and I felt filled. Our pilus were rubbing, getting wet, and he began fucking me. Now my hands were around him, feeling his fanny and his balls were hitting my rear ...

It was funny, I did n't feel much except friction. Was this all there was ? ..then the churning and poking and our wet consistence, there, and the dark dark came alive and it was all sex and cock and cunt and feelings rose and fell in me ... his backtalk at mine, no Pepsi Cola smell, just a swirling tongue and a plunging peter and I came to a ambition where my mind was somewhere else, my intimation was gone, my flesh melting 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 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 shot of the chemist at my waist ... except this was more and more like another piazza ... then he slowed and rested on me ... shank to waist ... cunt tomentum to cock whisker. Daddy computer mouse had found his pussy.

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