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

My first grave boyfriend, got me into enjoying sexual things. Before him it was talk and more talk ... he made it genuine ... the maiden time he kissed me his hand went up my skirt ... I pushed him away, of course, it was what I had to do. A natural 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 halt ... his hand went to my bare leg and this sentence I let him. We were almost home ... naught would happen.

He pulled over and parked and kissed me hard ... pulling me against the steering wheel. I was pinned between the wheel and him ... my mouth in a kiss ... he stuck his glossa inside ... it was a delicious hot thing in my oral cavity ... savouring of the Pepsi Cola we had at the restaurant ... I had Dr. black pepper ... wondered if the flavors blended ... I sucked on him and his script was on me again ... I could n't actuate away being stuck between a wheel and his quick body and his paw 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 breather, and hot in head. `` I 'm not that form of girl, '' I said. `` I want to wait. '' And he drove me domicile. I went straight to bed but did n't sleep ... feeling myself, amazed at my body, so tricky ... 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 prepare to be gotten !

He called the future day. He was sorry, he said. It wo n't pass off again, he said ... and he wanted to see me again ... the side by side weekend ... '' Well, all right ... '' I was excited.

Next weekend was very ho-hum in coming. Despite school and an after schooling job, many hours passed before my Fri nighttime ... We went to a motion-picture show and he kissed me good dark ... I had wanted more. I wanted him to explore my touch sensation but he just took me family. It was for someone else to help me : At my after shoal job : my boss, the pill pusher ... He was too old for me. I knew that. He was n't bounteous or a studhorse ... no, he was just my honcho. I worked on Saturday and he asked me to avail with stock list that night. I got paid by the hour and wanted extra prison term and was delighted to spend to a greater extent time at the shop class. My boss put out the `` completion '' mansion, pulled down the shades and we began the inventory.

Little did he have sex, but in my head I was really sexy. I had a full flesh even at that age. My boyfriend said I was the aphrodisiac girl in stratum ... and he should know being that he looked at lady friend all the time ! I started wearing more sexy clothes ... unretentive skirts, did n't button my blouse all the way up ... ankle socks and sometimes no drawers, like this `` inventory '' night. I liked the feeling of secretly being naked underneath ... a form of cat and mouse matter ... I was the black eye and the bozo were the rest of the world not knowing my little clandestine. Would they catch me ? Up a ladder counting inventory along the druggist 's shelves soon revealed to him my arcanum. My boss 's optic got big, his face got red, he got really decent as he looked up at me counting the bottle and affair ... Helping me up the ladder and down. He was touching outside my dame, against my posterior each sentence I climbed to reckon. His hands felt gracious and I knew why his face was red.

'' I locked the threshold, '' he said. I nodded."And pulled the screen so no one can see us."Of row he locked it. The store was closed, was n't it ? It was January and there was little twinkle. In fact it was shadow and people were home. Both his hands helped me down this meter. He took me to the back room for more `` inventorying '' of items that were n't often used. I climbed up one pace, he held my mitt ... '' You 're very pretty, '' said this cat with his sexy black eye in survey ! Or was he the daddy computer mouse and I was his picayune pussy ? I climbed another step and his hand was on my leg. `` I do n't require you to fall, honey, '' he said. He had never called me that before. I looked to the front doorway. 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 stone's throw. Now I was afraid to hail down the ladder. 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 take farsighted ... .We were both hot !

'' I 've got a camera, '' he said. `` A Polaroid. You can see the motion picture right away. quell right there. '' I heard him fumbling and then saw a flash of light. I looked down at the film he was holding as the photo came into persuasion ... My legs and doll and ... Oh ... my lilliputian stern and hairy snatch. He was right. I was pretty, and sexy, too. `` Let me call for another, '' he said. `` This meter spread your legs a little ... '' `` No, '' I said, shaking my head. `` We should n't be doing this. ''

'' Do n't say that you little trollop, '' he said. `` You 're a jolly lady friend. Up a ladder showing me your naked cunt, '' he said. That word, `` cunt, '' was galvanizing. My cunt was a private matter 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 pictures and talking about it ... Suddenly my human knee went weak and I stepped down ... he was holding me as I came down, lifting my doll to my waistline ... I was bare to my shank and this older man was feeling my cigaret and my social movement and lifting my hairs, stretching my fiddling cunt ... the skin tightened ... it was all dark, and quietly and aphrodisiac ... these hot strange custody all over my forepart and back. `` Sit on the death chair, '' he demanded. So I sat ... '' I 'm taking another image ... feel yourself. '' I put my work force down to protect my cunt from his prying oculus and his fucking camera ! Why that word came to listen I do n't have a go at it ... maybe I felt he would try to fuck me ... but he was a photographer ... a voyeur ... and he took more moving picture ... finally I was into it and disseminate my bitch lips for the lense, rubbed my cunt lip as guide, until I was all wet and I came for him to see and photograph. It was a sexy panorama ... just a trivial fingering and I was hot and finished ... the photo showed me puffy and wet ...

Then he went to his knees ... to get a meliorate flavour, he said ... but he did n't birth eyes in his lingua which was what was checking me out and I came again. all over his backtalk. His spike were hot, too, as I held him into me ... would n't unblock him as he kept at me ... it was a glorious, beautiful matter he did to my body ... '' I 've made you a woman, tonight, '' he whispered as I came on him and he licked me clean ... I wanted him to do it again. It was the respectable thing in my life that night at the chemist. shop.

Later he showed me the photographs when we took `` inventory '' again and I could n't help getting hot, and getting licked, and having that `` coming '' state of psyche. 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 way ... I took out a few and hid them under my blouse on the way out one night ... he would n't overlook them ... and I showed them to my boyfriend. He was shocked and I realized I had made a serious misunderstanding ... 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 show him the really trade 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 arcanum. I was shy and wanted my boyfriend to drub 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 paw very self-asserting. `` If you love me, '' he said, `` Let me see your pretty haired pussy. '' There was that Bible again. My individual word of honor ... when he said it, and I knew he loved me, it made me hot all over ... then he pushed me back on the car tooshie. Pushing my legs apart he reached under my skirt. `` I love you, '' he said.

I resisted but not a lot and his hand went all the way up ... '' Kiss 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 innate matter, like it is, and his knife was all over me, licking me up, licking me all up ... I shook at the waistline and my fingerbreadth on his pinna urging his face into me ... '' Ooh, Ahh, '' I gasped for breath. He was better than the pill pusher. He had a skinny footling fucking knife and fucked me with it ... I was bucking at the hip ... his hand were at my waist and then left me, I heard him unbuckle and he kissed me on the oral cavity ... It was my low gear 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 waist and pushing in me. There was n't way on the seat and I was half on ... half off ... he lifted me at my waistline and darted into my puss ... he was shrewd 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 iniquity and I felt filled. Our haircloth were rubbing, getting wet, and he began fucking me. Now my hands were around him, feeling his butt and his balls were hitting my butt ...

It was funny, I did n't feel much except friction. Was this all there was ? ..then the churning and poking and our wet bodies, there, and the dark dark came alive and it was all sex and cock and slit and feelings rose and fell in me ... his rima oris at mine, no Pepsi flavors, just a swirling natural language and a plunging cock and I came to a aspiration where my thinker was somewhere else, my breathing space was gone, my chassis melting and the pounding and I relaxed to the pounding ... it was a convolution and I had goosebumps and shivers and my legs held him. My body and individual, boiling up. I came on him, churning, came on him more, his head hot on my dresser as he fucked into me, again, and hit me hard ... I came on his thick putz, thinking scenes of the chemist at my shank ... except this was Thomas More and more like another place ... then he slowed and rested on me ... waistline to waist ... cunt hair to sashay haircloth. daddy mouse had found his pussy.

Finally, I caught my breath, we straightened our apparel, I was taking my motion-picture show back to the Boss 's desk ... hoping he would take more ... I was sure as shooting he would .