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Six Hours That Changed My Life
by Bugman (address withheld)
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From an insurance policy to the front seat of an
automobile, where 18 year old virgin Bobette lost her
cherry. (M/F-teen, 1st)
***
At 18 I still lived in Kentucky, then my sister, who
was 20, and I moved to Chicago. Both of us obtained
work immediately with a large insurance company.
My work consisted of rating processing personal
automobile policy endorsements, while my sister was
assigned to the SMP (Special Multi-Peril) division.
I received a call one day from a Mr. Lawson, a
department manager in accounting and he was obtaining
information on policy changes I'd completed for a large
agency. He asked to review some entries with myself and
the accounting clerk who was one of his staff members.
In a few minutes they arrived at my desk and he
introduced himself and his employee, "Hello, I'm Ed
Lawson, and this is Miss Helen Daubimiere." When I saw
him approaching my desk I had recognized him as all the
single girls in the company knew who he was and the
rumors were he wasn't married or dating anyone full
time. I informed him of my name, "I'm Bobette Sampson,
and hope I can at least attempt to answer your
questions."
The problems were fairly easy to resolve, as it turned
our the endorsement copies had never been sent to the
agent for his files and copy to the insured. After they
left I informed my supervisor that it appeared someone
had failed to process the completed forms properly, as
I knew someone would likely be in trouble and I did not
want to be held accountable for at least fifty
endorsements not being sent to the agent.
Later that afternoon, I saw Mr. Lawson and he spoke to
me and thanked me for my assistance. My supervisor was
with me and he informed her that I had done a
professional job in assisting he and his employee in
clearing up a major problem, earlier that day. Later
this was included in my performance evaluation, as he
had considerable management supervisor control and
would at times, be assigned by the president of the
company to work on special projects.
Several of my co-workers said he was thirty years old,
as they had asked a friend in personnel to "give us
some info on him". He was divorced and had been in the
Air Force. Rumors were he dated a few girls from the
office, but dating other personnel, especially
management dating clerical, was not thought of highly
by the company.
One evening my sister and I were going home from a
pizza bar across near where we lived. I saw Mr. Lawson
getting out of his car, and he spoke to us. "Hello Miss
Sampson, how are you this evening? As he greeted us, he
smiled and I thought, "Ask me out, please!" Instead of
hearing him ask me for a date, I introduced my sister
Sarah to him.
Then my heart about flipped as he told me, "I owe you
lunch one day for your assisting me on those
endorsement problems."
I told him, "Ok, whenever is convenient for you."
After he left, Sarah stated laughing and teasing me,
"Wait till the girls in the office hears you got a
lunch date with Lawson, they will flip."
"No Sarah, you can't say anything, or he could get in
trouble."
Nearly a month later I was shopping downtown on a
Monday night after work. We met in front of a large
department store that I was leaving and he was
entering. He stopped and we were having a nice
conversation about where I was from and how long I had
been in Chicago.
"You know I haven't taken you to lunch as I promised,
so how about you and I going to this place and
listening to some music and have a cocktail?"
"I don't drink, but will go with you, if that is ok."
"No problem, so lets get my car and go to my favorite
bar and restaurant."
Walking to the parking garage, he got his car from
valet, them he held the door for me and I loved him for
that. His car was a beautiful black Lincoln, but told
me when I commented about it, "It's a company perk, but
I love this Lincoln." Then he drove to a downtown hotel
and again a valet took the car to park. I had hoped Mr.
Lawson would open my door but the valet opened my door
as Mr. Lawson got out by himself.
Entering the hotel, he walked me through the lobby to
the restaurant where we were greeted by a host that
greeted us, "Hello Mr. Lawson, two for dinner, and will
you go to the bar first until your table is ready?"
Wow, this was unreal and Mr. Lawson reached out and
took my arm in his hand and led me into the bar. "Would
you like to set at the bar, it is my favorite place to
set, but if you would be more comfortable at table we
can do that?"
Now he was asking me which I wanted and this was
something new for me. Thinking I will do what he likes,
I replied, "The bar will be fine, especially if you
enjoy being at the bar."
Holding my arm as I climbed up onto the bar stool, Mr.
Lawson then sat down on the one next to me. The
bartender walked over and asked, "Your regular, Mr.
Lawson, and what would the lady like to drink tonight?"
The bartender knew I was underage, but he called me a
lady and it made me feel special.
"Yes, I'll have my regular, and give the lady a vodka-
grapefruit with a touch of lime, Martin."
Drinking my first cocktail was funny to say the least,
but being with Mr. Lawson was a girl's dream come true.
"Mr. Lawson, I should call my sister and inform her
that I'm having dinner with some."
"Certainly, but call me Ed." Then he asked Martin if he
could use the phone. This was something nice, as Martin
carried the phone to me and asked me the number I
wished called. Martin even dialed the number and when
Sarah answered the phone, asked where I was. "I'm about
to have dinner in this beautiful restaurant," I told
her, "How can you afford to eat there," Sarah asked?
"I'm with someone, Sarah" I replied. How she knew that
I was with Mr. Lawson I don't know. Sarah asked me,
"God, are you with who I think, Lawson?" Then she
wanted to know how I ended up with him, "Bobette, how
did you land a date with him?"
I knew I couldn't say in front of him, so I told her I
would be home whenever, and not to worry.
Their was a piano player in the bar and it was
wonderful hearing him play. Several people stopped by
the bar and spoke to Mr. Lawson. He would introduce me
to his friends and say, "I want you to meet the most
beautiful young lady ever to leave Kentucky and come to
Chicago." I was very flattered by his comments and I
knew he liked me.
As we spoke over dinner I informed him I had broken up
with my boyfriend in Kentucky about a month ago. During
our conversation I informed him I was still a virgin.
"Ed, this may seen silly to you as you're older and
been around more, but Billy was pushing me to go all
the way. Not only that he wanted me to move back to
Kentucky. He got really mad and grabbed me and that is
when I told him we were through."
How the conversation got to the point I told Ed I was
virgin, I don't really know. Ed asked me how far I had
gone with Billy and I even confessed I'd let him touch
my breast but nothing else.
"Haven't you ever gone part way," Ed asked me?
His question surprised me and I wasn't certain what
that really meant. "What is going all the way, Ed?"
"The man just puts it in the edge of the woman's sex
and only moves it in and out, but doesn't go all the
way with the girl?"
As we spoke, he told me, "Bobette, I would love to go
just part way with you. I wouldn't go all the way if
you didn't want that to happen. I will just work it
back and forth in the edge of your sex, between the
lips. Do you know what I mean?"
Needless to say I was confused, but the idea of being
close to Ed was so appealing, and after all he wouldn't
go all the way. Thinking that this would mean we were
dating, I told Ed, "Can we go some place besides her in
the restaurant and talk about it because I'm afraid
someone will hear us?"
Leaving the hotel, after obtaining the car from the
valet, Ed asked me, "Where do you live?"
I told him and we drove to Arlington Heights where I
lived. Ed lived in Barrington, which is near to where I
lived with my sister. I knew I couldn't take him inside
and do anything as Sarah would know and have a fit.
The building we lived in was on a tree lined street and
the trees were really old and large. They provided a
large dark area just past the building I lived in. Ed
parked under the trees and we talked some more. Then he
asked me, "Bobette, can we go just part way," as we
held hands?
I wanted Ed to kiss me, but he didn't make a move on
me. Later I determined he knew how to get a girl to do
things and this was one of his ways - don't rush them -
let her make he first move.
I turned sideways on the seat and leaned over and
rested my back against Ed. This was bold for me and a
first to move on a guy. Ed reached and put his arms
around em. Then he started stroking y arms and face. I
felt that he really like me.
I was only 18, virginal and had little experience with
boys until now. Now I was with a man who could get what
he wanted without great effort, and I knew that.
Ed turned my face to his and started kissing me very
softly. I've never French kissed before and when I felt
his tongue pushing between my lips I didn't know what
to do. Ed's tongue probed my mouth until he found my
tongue.
I became aroused as he was so gentle, yet skillful in
kissing me. A few times he would move his tongue over
my teeth. However, Ed never touched my breast or body
in any way, except my hands, face and arms.
Before long I moved on my own until I could hug him.
Why I did that I I'll never know. My breasts were 36C's
and very firm at 18. I pushed them against his chest
and I now realized he was leading me by making me make
the moves as he kind of set me up without my realizing.
I remember holding Ed's hand and placing it on the side
of my breast, He looked at me and told me how perfect
my breasts were. Before long my blouse was unbuttoned
and my bra was unsnapped and my breasts were expose to
Ed. That I was happy would be a tremendous
understatement. Now I believed Ed was mine forever.
He touched them gently and then was kissing all over
them and hips took my nipples between his lips and then
started sucking them. Before long I felt Ed's hand
under my skirt. Ed stopped sucking at my breasts and
pulled his hand from under my skirt. Then he asked me,
"Bobette, can I go just part way with you? I want that
so much for both of us."
"Oh Ed, I don't know what to do, I'm confused. What do
I need to do to allow you to go part way?" I was not
familiar with having sex of any kind and really didn't
know what to do so Ed could go part way.
"You need to remove your pantyhose and panties." Ed,
ok, but will you not watch as I remove my things?" He
turned and looked out the car window.
"Ok, I've got them off, what do I do with them? When he
said he would keep them forever, I really fell for him.
Then the strangest part of it all occurred. Ed asked me
if I was really a virgin. I told him, Yes, but if
that's a problem we can stop if that embarrasses you."
Looking at me he said, "No that's not a problem, but so
many girls today though aren't."
Ed moved out in front of my seat and lay me down. Then
he started moving his thing towards mine. What is going
to happen? I wondered.
To be continued...
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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