Intern romance

I’ve been working for a big computer company for a year and a half. Being an intern here is a great experience for me. I learned a lot about supporting computer systems, because I’m not a CS major. Since when? I’ve been installed here, lots of other interns have come and gone. Some I really liked while others I wanted to avoid. Most interns were regional colleges, but there were a few of the high schools here. Most of them were in different departments. Even then there’s a coma under the grunts when we nick ourselves, and we often spend our lunch hours together.

A lunch about a month ago, which was the beginning of summer, I saw the different new people in our ranks that would join us the summer. Introductions were made, and I quickly met most new interns. The “patriarch” of the interns that I worked there twice as long, asked me a lot of questions about how work would really be there. I get this question from every new intern.

Although I’ve seen a lot of interns come and go in my time, some people get my attention. With some, it’s because they’re excellent workers and I can trust them to do things. Others are just nice to have lunch with. They keep me laughing all hours. One, two months after I started, I had the most beautiful breasts I’ve ever seen. Monica was one of those. I couldn’t talk to her much that day, because I was busy with everyone as a whole. It was obvious she was in high school.

Monica was breathing. She was about 1.4. I’m a bad judge of other people’s height… She could be anywhere from 1.5 to 5. She had long brown hair and big brown eyes. She was very tan, given the fact that it was only the end of May. Her body seemed pretty good, but I couldn’t see it through the clothes she was wearing. Sometimes his clothes aren’t so revealing. But I refused that it was all impartial because she was in high school. I thought the oldest thing she could be reasonable is 17. That would mean four years between us. That might make no difference if you’re much older, but now… Given the age of permission, 18 in this beautiful conservative state.

I worked a week before I ran into her in the building. I had to miss lunch that week. Because I was out with systems analyst on a customer site. I was in the mailroom to check my mail and make some copies of a client request when she came in. She didn’t see me right away and put a few letters in their respective mailboxes. I said hello and she turned around, scared.

Sorry I scared you, I said.

Don’t worry. I didn’t see you when I came in."

How’s work?

She told me she wasn’t happy with her work. It was really boring for her. She was a “grow” in the true sense of the word. She did all the work that nobody else wanted to do, like make copies for everyone in the branch, files and mail. If you hadn’t guessed now, she’d be in the administrative department.

I did my best to convince her, tell her it would get better if people realized she could work better and more complicated tasks. I said this when I left the mail room on my way to a work room to do more of my job. I was surprised when she followed me and put our conversation all the way through.

I sat down and she said, “So this is where you hide!” I explained I was at the location last week. She said she was wondering what happened to me. It came to me that meant she was looking for me. I was flattered. But not optimistic. We spoke for a while and then she returned to her department.

We spoke a few times over the next two weeks. It went well. But I didn’t want to make a move because I didn’t want to compromise our work relationship. I thought nothing of it would evolve.

It was Friday afternoon, and I was making some loose ends on two different projects I finished earlier that day. There was a knock on the working room door. I closed the door to rule out the noise of marketing bars that chat outside. I cried for whoever it was to come in. Monica came in.

We talked about nothing in general for a while. Then she paused, twisted and finally asked, “John, what are you doing tomorrow? You want to be together?”

I was stunned. Plain and simple. I never expected that.

Of course. Please. What did you have in mind?

Turns out she didn’t think so far ahead. We decided one day on the beach. We had a time and place to meet, and then she left. I was wondering what was really going on. She was beautiful, but she was 17. I never felt older in my life. A young girl seems to like you doing that to a person.

I was at the designated place in time. Actually, I was a little early. I didn’t mean to look scared, but I couldn’t help it. I waited and waited. She didn’t show up. I started to think I was cheated. That was in my head for about five minutes.

I heard my name calling, but it was far enough to sound like it came from no specific direction. I turned a few times to see if I could find the source. I finally saw her swing. She was already on the beach. Looks like I wasn’t the only one who was afraid.

I walked out and almost dropped my towel. It’s a good thing my sunglasses have mirrors, because my eyes were really big in seeing her in a bikini. A little bikini.

She had a little chest, but nothing to complain about. They were her legs. They were tall, brown and perfect shaped. I was surprised. Absolutely. She woke me up from my Reverie by walking towards me and huging me shy. I whispered a greeting in her ear when all my remns flew away about her 17.

We were in the sun for half an hour. She put on her stomach for expensive, and gave me a nice look on her ass. It was beautiful and tight and well formed. It was obvious that she hadn’t been to college to experience the “freshman 15.” She had some friends and I refer to a high school ass. Beautiful.

She jumped up and screamed something about last is the rotten egg and left for the lake. I was up and after her, but she still hit me. We ran and dive when the water was deep enough and went to deeper water. We stopped when the water was on my shoulders. She teased me that I was the rotten egg and I chased her. I threw her as far as I could when I finally got her. I saw her soon as she wiped the water out of her face.

I pretended to throw her again, but she put her arms around me and closed herself. I realized then we wouldn’t be on the beach much longer.

She hugged me for a few minutes. I could feel her breasts against my top breast. I hugged her for what looked like 10 minutes. We finally broke and I started kissing her. Her lips were very full and very soft. They were hot, too. Kisses got hotter and hotter before we finally broke the kiss. I was wondering when you’d finally do that, she said she looked into my eyes.

So this was just a trick to get me here and take advantage of me? I asked by a grin.

“Yes”

“Oh, okay, I’ll take a look.”

We kissed some more and then she said she wanted to leave. “Let’s get out of here to something more private” were her exact words, I think.

We’re going back to my apartment, a small apartment downtown. Once we got through the door, everything fell out of our hands and we met in a heated hug. After a few kisses, I felt her tongue on my lips, so I separated my lips and met her tongue halfway. We’ve been sparring with our tongue for a while. My tongue would search her mouth and her tongue would explore mine.

Meanwhile, our hands have known each other’s bodies. My hands slide from her back to her beautiful ass. I cared about both cheeks and found out it was as firm as it seemed. She reached out and grabbed my ass.

I still picked her up and we went to the bedroom slowly. I took my time to get there. So I wouldn’t trip over something and kill us both.

I put her on my bed and we kept kissing. Soon I’ll be so bold to remove her top. Surprisingly, the bra of her bikini came off without a fight. They’re clearly making the slaps of that less complex than hitting bra.

My hands slide in her ribs and started to fund her breasts. I robbed the outside and pulled my hands down. She chewed her chest in my hands, tried to get me more of her boobs in. I wouldn’t have that. I cared about the sides, slowly going in. I could see she got hotter from the passion in her kisses.

I finally reached the nipple and started coping with my thumb. First contact, she cried quietly. I played a little with her nipples and changed my attention to her neck. I kissed it and licked it. I’d shift on her ear periodically. I tried to breathe my breath, I breathed in her ear, and she cried again. She obviously liked that her ear was blown in. So I worked that in my routine.

Soon. I lost my shirt and she played with my nipples. I was hard, and that just made me harder. I swallowed my hands in her bikini soil and took care of her cheeks. I slipped a hand between her legs and started feeling her clit. She almost screamed. At the same time, I started sucking on her nipples. She started squeezing at me. Her hand changed to my cross and she started robbing my penis. I was pushed and stared at her bottom. She pushed me away so I could get them off her. My swimsuits have been followed soon.

We just had a stroke. I played with her clit and then I shove a finger in her. When I did, she grabbed me even harder, almost pain. I started sliding my finger in and out, and she started shaking. I could see she was on the threshold of an orgasm. A few more rapid strokes and then a deep bow with my finger and she screamed, her body shouted with her orgasm.

She looked at me with a smile when I was wearing my finger. “Do you want to have sex with me?”

I was just looking at her. She caught me at the guard again. I was just nodding. She went over my hips herself, but I stopped her. I reached for the nightstand and pulled out a condom. “We need these so I’m not a father a few years before I’m ready.”

She shook her head. “I’m on the pill.” She explained that she had bad cramps during her period, and the doctor prescribed them to take the edge off of them. Apparently it worked. I made sure she wanted to go through with it, and then I rolled her back.

I set myself up against her opening, and I tried to calm down. I couldn’t. She was just too tight. Are you a virgin?

No, I had sex first when I was 13. I did it a few times. I haven’t had sex since."

So I took my time. I moved the head of my penis between her lips, covered with her lube, then I tried to go back inside. It was so tight that it actually hurt a little bit. I took my time to sneak in. I pulled back and pushed again, with a little convenience. I could see that I hurt her by a whistle that she released, but she told me to keep going. After five minutes, I was completely inside.

We started slowly not to hurt each other. Soon we’ll have a rhythm and our pace. Her moanings got a little louder, and then she pulled herself in me, huged me tight. She screamed next to my ear, almost deafed me.

She let go, panting and whispering “Oh my God.” I kept pushing, the softer and slower than before.

She looked at me. “That felt so good!” We degrade because she wanted to try to be on top. When she turned around, she almost fell. All her power was gone.

She stepped on top and slowly turned me on. She slid all through my height and sighed with pleasure at the bottom. She started moving and her moaning hit a fever right away. I pushed her, I met her on the way down. After just a few minutes of this, she screamed with orgasm again. “Oh, my God! That feels great! I agree. I was very close to the phase point myself.

“Can you take me from behind? I wondered what that is, but I never did it like that, she asked. I said yes and we moved again.

I found the hole and slipped in this time. What a little lube won’t do! I grabbed her hips and pulled her back in me, struck at the same time. I could feel the pressure started building in my testicles, and I knew my turn was around the corner. I struck fever, lost my rhythm sometimes. I hit her one last time, as far as I could when I came. She moaned when she felt my hot sperm in her.

Although I was spent, I kept stuttering, trying to build the excitement she got from the feeling that I came into her. I felt her vaginal muscles clammmed and she started moaning hard. My forces grew deeper. I pulled myself all the way in and pushed myself all the way in. I felt her body in my hands when she was orgasming again. We collapsed together and slept fast.

We woke up at 8:00. She looked at the clock and worried about being home later than she promised. I told her mom we were going to dinner. She agreed. A few kisses and I drove her back to her car. I kissed her again and stood there when she drove away.