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Scott's Women – 4
by Aquarius (no address provided)

***

A job interview for a young co-ed college graduate 
becomes more than just another interview; it leads to 
her first time. (MF, 1st, rom, work, asian)

***

PART 4: Scott's Women – Connie 

I

The company I work for, Luthron Electronics and 
Aerospace has a special summer program for recent 
college graduates and those going in to their senior 
year of college – the intern program. This is how many 
major corporations choose those candidates who make 
the final cut for entry level positions within the 
company structure. Usually I've seen about ten to 
twelve bright eyed, busy tailed youngsters reporting 
on their first day of work: I said, "Bright eyed and 
bushy tailed..." with the look of: Wow, look at me, I 
made the big time, I'm at Luthron. Right. That bright 
eyed look is quickly lost after their first meeting 
when all the cussing, screaming and ass chewing 
happens. They come out of the conference room with the 
shell shocked look of a battle scared soldier: "What 
the hell am I doing here?"

I was working from home as usual one week late in 
March when the phone rang. I don't dare ignore it. I 
grabbed it up: "Scott..."

"Scott..." came the flat not so cheerful voice of Tom 
Strafford, senior division HR director. "Busy... I 
hope not. Gotta talk to ya..."

Now what? Now what'd I do? HR? What the hell does Tom 
want now?

"Um, something wrong?" I asked, my voice only quaked 
like this for two people in the world. Tom Strafford 
and an old Army Command Sergeant Major I once knew all 
too well.

"Just gotta see ya... This afternoon – twoish. See 
ya..."

Shit. It was nearly twelve-thirty and he wants me in 
his office by two. I signed off what I was working on 
and took a fast shower, dressed in my Sunday best, 
grabbed my security pass badges and notebook and brief 
case, and bolted out the door.

When I arrived at Luthron's north facility and passed 
through the security check points the guards looked at 
me like I was some foreigner in the wrong place, wrong 
door, wrong everything.

"Wrong day of the week, Scott," one girl guard said 
looking at a calendar that set close by. "Isn't 
Thursday..."

"I know, Brea -- Gotta see Strafford," I said grabbing 
up my brief case from the counter and starting across 
the lobby toward the inner offices.

"Now what'd ya do?" her male companion asked with a 
laugh.

"If I have to turn in my security badge ya'll know," I 
called as I passed the second set of security doors 
exchanging a smile with one of the finance department 
girl's heading toward the cafeteria. I always mused: 
Nice to look at and dream but don't touch the 
merchandise.

I entered the HR section, Judy, the administrative 
executive for the section looked up briefly from her 
work as I entered the department. She merely pointed 
toward Strafford's office and returned to what she was 
doing. Mama Moat Pit Dragon; I swear she packs a 
couple quad-fifties under her desk, a box of hand 
grenades, and a .45 caliber submachine gun. Nice lady 
when she's in a good mood. 

Tom looked up from his computer display screen as I 
knocked and stepped in to the office. "Sit." He said 
with a not too friendly tone.

I almost saluted him as I stopped before his desk. Old 
habit from twenty years in the Army.

"Sir... er, I mean, Tom," as I sat in front his desk, 
my posture ram rod straight.

Tom picked up a couple brochures and e-mail messages 
passing them to me. "I know you're familiar with the 
company's intern program..."

I took them as I relaxed a bit sitting in the chair 
opposite him. "Um, yeah... but...?" I looked across at 
him with a puzzled frown. "What...?"

"You're going to have to take Jerry's place on the 
campus recruiting circuit this year. His father passed 
away yesterday, so you're it – I am told. Basically 
Carl can live without you for a few days. Jerry said 
to talk to Gail in the finance department she is 
probably the resident expert on the program. Judy will 
have your airline tickets for you on Wednesday; you'll 
be in Kansas City that evening, the Student Union Hall 
of Kansas University at KC is where they're holding 
the recruiting this year."

That was basically it in a nut shell, I'd been 
drafted. No protest, no argument – deal with it dude.


II

Wednesday evening I was in Kansas City as Tom and Gail 
told me, Judy had made all the arrangements, merely 
changed names for the airline and hotel room. I 
checked in, had a couple sandwiches and drinks sent to 
the room – airline food such as it is, reminds me too 
much of Army or Marine MRE's (Meals Ready to Eat); but 
let's not go there. 

The next day Thursday I somehow found the Student 
Union and where I was supposed to set up for the 
interviews along with six other companies, two of them 
Luthron's competitors. Much of the work had already 
been accomplished by the corporate HR people out in 
Virginia – but didn't give me any slack. It was a long 
and grueling process. I had a list of the students, 
nearly a page long whom the Virginia Corporate HR had 
selected for the program. I must have been lucky when 
I interviewed and was hired on; in a way I felt sorry 
for these kids. But it was to be their first taste of 
corporate America. 

The process was just as grueling for me as it was for 
them. I must have interviewed a dozen "bright eyed 
bushy tailed" kids by lunch. I was too exhausted to 
even think of lunch by that time. I put everything 
away, especially half a yellow tablet of notes on each 
candidate.

I decided to take a break and walk around the building 
to stretch my legs and get some fresh air, which at 
home I am used to being able to do my work on the 
patio or with windows and doors open. As I stepped out 
in to the corridor where several chairs had been set 
up I noticed a stunning young girl in a dark blue 
three piece woman's executive suit. She stood as I 
stepped out of the room; I could see a certain 
hesitation on her part as she clutched a note book and 
purse.

She said with a firm, but strained voice: "Mr. 
Anderson?"

It took me a second to realize she was informed she 
would be interviewed by Jerry.

"No, Harrison," I said, "Mr. Anderson had a family 
emergency. I took his place."

She swallowed again, held her hand out to briefly 
shake mine: "Oh. Hello, I'm Connie Engels – I'm here 
for the interview."

A slight question to the end of the phrase. She seemed 
uncertain about the whole thing.

Her hand was firm yet silken smooth and delicate to 
the feel. Compared to several I'd interviewed, her 
hand shake was firm and assuring. 
	
I hesitated but a second then said: "Tell ya what, 
I've been stuffed in that room all morning. Let's take 
this outside for some fresh air."

I stepped back in to the room and found her file with 
the profile and other information supplied by 
corporate,

Connie allowed a faint smile as she followed me 
outside and I found a park bench where we could sit. 
She sat sideward on the bench facing me, but she was 
still unsure of herself under such a casual situation. 
Observing her for a moment I supposed she practiced 
for the past few days sitting, standing, entering the 
room, and answering a variety of questions.

I opened the file and quickly read the summery page. 
"Software engineer."

I did a lot of the QA work which I can do from home. 
We went from there, volleying back and forth for 
nearly a half hour, to get her to relax I'd tell her a 
few stories about some of the goofy things that have 
happened around Luthron, all in the name of aerospace 
software development. I threw her a few real world 
situations which she had to think through and come up 
with a solution. I ended the interview without a 
commitment; I still wasn't sure about her skills. Out 
of the twelve I interviewed that morning, I was lucky 
I came up with five possible candidates; I still had 
the afternoon to finish. 

We parted and I headed back to the Student Union, as 
she walked away, I sensed a disappointment and 
rejection. I didn't give her any further thought until 
late that afternoon as I finished up with the last 
student, an absolute geek. The kid had geek written 
all over him.

The way I saw it: The kid was an absolute genius: He 
didn't belong here, he should have been at MIT or 
CalTech working for NASA.

I gathered up the files and notes, stuffed them into a 
valise and stepped out of the room to find Connie 
sitting in the corridor clutching her purse and 
notebook just the way she did earlier that day.

"Mr. Harrison, um may I have a few words with you?" 
she asked, trying to get a firm tone to her voice but 
was failing at it. 
  
Uh, oh, here it comes, I mused as I nodded my head. 
The last woman who said that to me lived with me for 
the past year and a half – a near soul-mate to me. I 
knew Jerry had a couple of these in the past, 
ethically a real mine field. "Okay."

We walked out of the building passing students coming 
from late afternoon classes, some headed to evening 
classes – boy did I remember those days at the 
technical college.

"Tell you what, I haven't had a decent meal all day. 
How about you?"

She shook her head. "No."

"Supper?"

Connie smiled. I had a funny feeling she had me 
hooked. "Thank you."

"Anything particular? Besides hamburgers at Micky-
D's." 

Again she shook her head.

We took a cab back to the motel so I leave it there. 
Connie waited in the lobby for me then I asked the 
desk clerk what they had in the way of decent 
restaurants around there.

Other than Mickey-D's, and the like he said: "If 
you're in to Japanese food..." Boy was I! Other than 
the Toyota – the Japanese food was great. Connie 
didn't care just so long as we could talk about her 
credentials and a job. Got a cab. As she slid in first 
her skirt slid up her shapely legs showing a generous 
amount of thigh and stocking top. She managed to tug 
the skirt down a bit but not much. We went to the 
address which was a Japanese Tea Garden the desk clerk 
at the motel recommended.

"Shades of a couple times I was in Japan," I told 
Connie.

"Company?" she asked as we crossed the side walk to 
the ornate Japanese style door.

"Army and Air Force. I was Army but I spent more time 
with the Air Force than most airmen." I opened the 
door for her. "Not too keen on flying anymore."


III

A cute Asian girl met us at the door. She bowed in the 
traditional manner of China and Japan.

"Welcome to the Golden Dragon Gardens. My name is Lisa 
Wong. I am your most honored hostess tonight. And 
where would you like to be seated? Dining room, patio, 
or garden?"

"Garden, please," I quickly replied, checking her out.

Connie raised her brows at the choice.

Lisa Wong picked up menus and led us out side in to 
the cool early evening to a garden setting surrounded 
by a high cement wall, surrounded by sky scrapers. I 
looked around at the setting, six pagodas, 
interspersed with flowers, fountains and bird houses 
on poles. I ordered us drinks – me a beer and Connie a 
Mai-Tai. 

We took our seats on cushions at a low table that 
reminded me of a typical living room coffee table. The 
girl stepped out closing sliding doors. I helped 
Connie get herself seated, the skirt riding up her 
legs. She made an attempt to pull the skirt back down 
a bit but realized it was no use. I managed to look 
away so as not to seem like I was more interested in 
her legs than what she wanted to talk to me about 
alone.

I gestured to the now unseen surrounding buildings: 
"No better than Tokyo. Crowded."

"You've been around the world then," said Connie as 
she made herself comfortable.

"When in the service – no choice. But you always hope 
its someplace compatible."

We small talked for a moment then she finally got to 
the matter at hand which I was hoping she would have 
forgotten about: her credentials. 

She talked, I listened. I wanted to take notes, which 
was my habit but I didn't bring my notebook with me. 
However, as the evening progressed, and in a Japanese 
tea garden, there is no such thing as being rushed in 
one door and out another to make room for more paying 
customers: It's almost like going to a true Greek 
restaurant – you'd better not have any hot dates for 
at least two hours.

The meal was fabulous: worth every dime of my expense 
account. As the meal wound down, saki was served. This 
is where I noticed Connie was getting a bit drunk. As 
she moved around on the cushions and moved closer to 
me the skirt kept riding up her legs, and the sight of 
her legs and the saki and beer gave me some rather 
unethical thoughts: God, I wouldn't mind screwing her 
tonight.

Finally I decided it was time for us to go. I led her 
out to the street and a cab the hostess called for us.

The evening was still young by most people's 
standards. The cabby dropped us at a nearby night club 
frequented by most of the college kids and a few 
"young at heart" adults: I wasn't one of them.

We had a few more drinks, danced – me as best I could 
manage then I decided it was time to head back to the 
motel. This is where Connie pulled the rug out from 
under me. 

She was giggling as we walked out of the club in to 
the cool night air holding hands her head resting 
against my arm. She said: "I don't know about you, but 
I'm not ready to go back to that stuffy ole' dorm."

"Then?" I started to ask. Mistake.   

She looked up at me, her eyes glazed with the alcohol: 
"I don't care – if you don't."

That was a helluva comment. Next thing I realized she 
stood on her toes to raise her lips level with mine to 
give me the next thing to a French kiss. I definitely 
should have seen this coming. But something was 
helping me to read her mind; a four letter Japanese 
word -- saki: the girl wanted to get laid tonight.

Why I looked around, I don't know: guilt maybe. I knew 
she was "of legal age" etc. but the idea she was a 
student and a possible intern, maybe that's what did 
it. Also, it was border line bribery by company 
standards. But, if she didn't tell, neither would I.

I casually nodded my head. I got a cab that took us 
straight back to the motel. She slid close to me and I 
couldn't help but slide my left hand up along her 
slender nylon clad legs until I reached her warm wet 
pussy.

I don't usually use cabs except out to the airport 
which is a fifteen minute drive from my house, but I 
often wondered if cabbies all have their mirrors set 
at an angle to check out what is going on behind them. 

Connie was darned near in my lap as I felt up her legs 
and pussy in the cab. Hey I was doing some decent 
drinking myself and feeling no pain. The driver was 
getting a free show and all he wanted to see. I did 
everything but lay the girl in the back of that cab.


IV
	
We arrived back at the motel, which the driver knew 
what was about to take place. We managed to get up to 
the room without incident. As I slid the room key card 
through the reader Connie turned to me rubbing herself 
against me; my cock already steel hard and aching for 
the release I needed. She stood on her toes to kiss 
me, slowly moving her hips against my hard cock.

She whispered in to my mouth: "I'm yours, Scott – use 
me..."

The scent of the wine and liquor was strong on Connie. 
I knew she didn't know what she was doing. But I had 
been in a definite mood tonight to fuck her. Risk or 
no risk, plus the girl was willing to give herself to 
me right there. 

I managed to open the door and move her inside the 
room; close the door, lock it, and steer her toward 
the bed. I helped her take the jacket off laying it 
across the dresser then I took mine off tossing it 
with hers. Connie turned, a gleam in her eyes she 
reached up to loosen my tie slipping it off and 
tossing it aside. I glanced down at her breasts which 
were nice and full and firm; the outline of the little 
lacy bra she wore had been concealed by the jacket. 
Connie saw that I was checking her out; she smiled 
knowingly as she stood on her toes again to kiss me, 
her tongue sliding in my mouth with no effort.

"Here..." I said breaking the kiss as I pushed her 
down on to the bed her long dark hair spreading out in 
a dark halo about her head. She giggled as I lay her 
on her back. The young girl was offering herself to 
me. I gave her a deep passionate kiss as I slid my 
hand over her young sylvan body stopping short of 
caressing her breasts; although that is what I wanted 
to do; feel her up, fondle and molest her young body 
then ravage her; rape her; make passionate love to 
this young girl. 

As we continued our kissing and fondling, I pulled the 
blouse from the waistband of the skirt and slid my 
hand up along the bare satin smooth skin to her breast 
and the little lace bra she wore. Her face was flushed 
now as she looked up at me as I slid my hand under the 
blouse to touch her breast and cup it feeling its 
tender firmness.

Connie lifted her hands to my chest and the shirt 
buttons to begin slowly unbuttoning my shirt. Lifting 
her head she kissed my chest peeling the shirt back 
from my shoulders. As I held her I slid my free hand 
along her legs, the skirt had ridden part way up her 
legs. 

I slipped my hand under the skirt pulling it up to her 
waist until I could see the scanty little pastel blue 
nylon lace bikini panty she wore; the shadow of the 
thatch of hair between her legs shown plainly through 
the sheer lace. I looked back at the glimmer in her 
eyes lightly drawing my hand along her thighs and 
between her legs; she whimpered as she felt my hand 
pass over her pulsing young pussy. I lightly caressed 
her hips and waist as I kissed and nibbled at her neck 
and breasts.

I caressed the wet spot of her panty pressing the 
sheer fabric in to her throbbing pussy then eased it 
up a touch to her swollen clit bringing a gasp from 
both of us as she began moving her hips with the 
gesture of my finger rubbing the panty against her 
clit. 

"Oooooh, Scott! Aaaaagh... yes!"

I pressed my mouth against hers to silence her as she 
arched her back loudly groaning as she came. That was 
her first male induced orgasm. I soon found out Connie 
was virgin hardly having time in school for dating or 
fooling around with boys her age, she was too busy 
studying even on weekends. She had professional goals 
in life she wanted to achieve first.

Slipping my hand under the waistband of the little 
panty, her eyes opened wider as I slid my finger over 
her engorged clit. I pressed my mouth against hers to 
stifle a gasp as she thrust her hips in response to 
the stimulation of her super sensitive clit.

We both gasped as I slid a hand across the silken 
material of her little panty and tightly cupped her 
pussy. My fingers slid up and down between the folds 
of her wet pussy, her hips undulating slightly with 
the slight thrusting of my finger along her pussy.

"Yes so good, so good, please... ppplease, Scott be 
gentle --- gentle. Please... I – I'm virgin...!"

I was surprised yet at the same time I was not. During 
the informal interview and later during the supper at 
the Japanese restaurant she related how she lived a 
near hermit's life the four years of college.

I shushed her. "...Just relax, Connie, just relax and 
you'll enjoy it more."

I gently finger fucked her as she thrust her hips 
until she suddenly cam a second time in a torrent of 
creamy virgin juices. I kissed her down to her neck 
sucking and kissing on her neck as she seemed to cum 
for a long time. I moved to her lace covered breasts, 
sucking at the nipples through the lace. I took my 
finger out of her pussy to kiss her down to her waist, 
laving and kissing and leaving love marks on her body. 
		
Connie slipped a hand between us to my pants belt 
loosening it and slipping the clasp managed to get the 
pants open as I kissed her down to her waist and the 
graceful flare of her hips. She pushed her hands in to 
my pants and briefs to grasp my engorged cock feeling 
its length and girth.

"Oh, oh...yessss..." she hissed feeling my cock.
		
She ran her fingers along my thick shaft; I moaned 
with the satisfaction that she was savoring the feel 
of my cock. "Yes, you're big -- It--it's so, so t-
thick," she said nervously.

"Mmmm, yeah... that's it...God," I whispered, "you're 
beautiful." Bending my head, I pressed my face against 
her breast and took her firm lace covered nipple into 
my mouth.

Connie finally worked the shirt off me as I slid down 
her to kneel on the floor between her splayed legs. I 
flicked my tongue along her milky thighs teasing her 
as I kissed and sucked her thighs slowly working my 
way to her pussy seeping her juices. She managed to 
boost herself up to watch me until I slid my tongue 
over her pussy. She let out a cry ecstasy collapsing 
back on the bed as I continued my assault of her pussy 
and the ridged nub of her clit with my tongue.

Arching her back she cried out again grabbing at my 
hair as I brought her to another orgasm. She thrust 
her hips with an urgency as I penetrated her nice and 
tight young pussy with my tongue returning to her 
throbbing clit until she was having multiple orgasms. 

"Oh yes, ugh, ugh... oh yes, Scott fuck me... fuck me 
like that."

"You really want it, don't you, Connie?" I whispered 
into her ear.

"Yes."

I slid my hand up and took hold of the waistband of 
her little panty and panty hose I pulling them down 
over her hips. "Lift your hips," I told her as I stood 
knelt between her legs. Her buttocks came off the bed 
and I slid her panty down her legs. 

"Oh, God, oh, God!" She moaned as I slid the panty 
down over her foot and slipped them off her other leg. 
I dropped them onto the floor and my hand returned 
instantly between her legs.

My fingers caressed the satin smooth skin between her 
thighs, stroking up and down between her pussy lips. 

Ooohhhh yes, yes!' she breathed as I slid my fingers 
up to her tender clit. "Ohhh," she moaned when I 
caressed her clit. She came again with a cry: "I 
can't, I can't stop, I..." 

"Yeah, you're ready," I grinned.

"Oh! Oh, my!" she cried. She squeezed at the flesh in 
her hand and I grunted into her mouth. She felt me 
sliding and pushing and suddenly I was lying on top of 
her, my knees pressed between her legs.

I parted her thighs with my hips. Connie was forced to 
spread her legs wider as I pressed down between her 
thighs, parting them. I put my hand between us, she 
still grasped my erect cock, taking it in hand. 
	
"Ohh," she gasped when I rubbed the engorged head 
against her cum soaked pussy.

Connie was gasping hard, her chest heaving with each 
breath as I positioned my cock between the folds of 
her pussy. 

"Please, please be gentle, Scott... oh God, oh God!' 
Connie pleaded as male lust took control. 

I pushed the head of my cock between her pussy lips: 
her first male penetration; she was so nice and tight: 
God she was so fine. Her pussy sweet and tender, yet 
nice and virgin tight.

"Unnggh!" Connie groaned as I pushed my hips down and 
my cock parted her pussy lips as it entered her virgin 
channel. 

'Aah!! She cried again as I went in deeper.

"Mmmm, Connie," I moaned savoring the feel of her nice 
tight pussy as I penetrated her, "you're so tight! So 
warm -- so tight! God, girl that feels sooo gooood!"

"Uh! Uh! Uh!" Connie grunted as I pressed down and my 
malehood forced itself in deeper. "Oh, God you're sooo 
big inside me..."

I heard myself moan in pleasure as my hips continued 
to press down. When about a third of my dick was in 
her, my progress slowed, then stopped. "This is your 
first time," I panted, "right?"

Connie looked up at me, her eyes wide with fear; she 
merely nodded her head. "You're my first..."
	
I mused: I thought so... the girl wants to get fucked 
tonight and lose her virginity. 

With a growl, I thrust my hips into hers driving my 
cock in to her throbbing young pussy. Connie squealed 
in pain as my thick malehood tore through her 
maidenhood. 'Fuck!! Fuck, no!! No!! Oh please – gentle 
it hurts...!!' I drove the engorged presence swiftly 
in to her young pussy driving myself fully into her 
ravaged maidenhood. 

'Oh fuck, oh God, oh fuck!' She grunted loudly as she 
felt the base of my prick crash down hard in to her. 
"It – it hurts..."

After a several strokes, her nice tight pussy was 
slick with her feminine juices I made her first time 
feel right as I slowed my pace, she'd cum twice as she 
bucked against me driving her pussy to my cock then we 
matched rhythm and we were fucking like a couple 
rabbits. The girl was a good fuck.

It was obvious that Connie had never felt so sexual in 
her life and now as I was pounding between her loins 
and giving her sex that made her cry out for the first 
time in her life.

After a time we both cam together in a torrent of cum, 
our thick creamy juices seeping out in a steady stream 
as we collapsed together catching our breaths, hot, 
sweaty, tired, and spent. We shed the rest of our 
clothes and I took her to the showers. At first she 
was timid and shy about taking a shower together. As 
the warm water flowed over our naked bodies and I was 
able to lather her body with the tiny bar of soap, I 
fingered her pulsing clit until she moaned as she came 
a third time, the juices dripping down her legs, the 
water washing it down the drain.

"I–I... came Scott," she said in a soft timid voice as 
she held on to me, my hard cock rubbing against her 
stomach.

"You're turned on by what I am doing to you," I told 
her in return.

We toweled off and it was nearly midnight before we 
got to bed and some sleep. The next morning we made 
love a third time before showering again. I took her 
by cab back to her dorm and then I had to be on my way 
to the airport. I thought that'd be the last I would 
see of her, a definite one night stand.

Good thing I don't do sports predictions or the 
weather for a living – I'd starve.


V

It was nearly a month later – the week before the 
Fourth of July a Friday morning when the first crop of 
interns reported for their internship. In all the 
hassle and problems I'd forgotten when the kids 
report. I was walking down the main corridor past a 
conference room, I glanced in seeing Gail seated at a 
computer setting up the presentation – I didn't give 
it any thought, she does it all the time for the 
finance department. She looked up seeing me but I kept 
going, my mind on other problems when I heard a sexy 
voice call out: "Scott – just the person I need."

I should have ignored her. Rather, I stopped, turned, 
sure enough, it was Gail. Some women are said to have 
sexy bed room eyes: Gail has sexy bed room eyes that 
must give her male colleagues hard on's all day: Gail 
also has a sultry bed room voice that'd make a 100 
year old man have a hard on and cum like an 18 year 
old. I sometimes had to feel sorry for her boyfriend.

"Yeah?"

"...Need ya."

I groaned. Mama called. I turned back to the 
conference room where a group of the interns were 
already gathered, most gathered around a table the 
chef from the cafeteria set up with a mixture of the 
healthy stuff and rich in calorie stuff. I spotted the 
coffee pot.

"Mama beckons, what's up, hon?" I asked getting a 
coffee cup to pour myself a cup of free coffee.

Damned she has the sexiest smile, especially when she 
wants something.

"Mark has a meeting he needs to be at --- sooo, I need 
a substitute for the orientation tour and – the 
presentation on what you do."

I shrugged. "Okay."

Okay? I should have known better. 

The others in the group for the tours were from 
different departments that were to get at least three 
to four interns that month. What a way to spend your 
last summer before graduation and: Welcome to the 
world of reality: television should be this good.

Just then Tom Strafford walked in with another group 
of students sporting temporary security badges with 
one of the guards in tow. Tom spotted me. "Oh, good, 
you got him," referring to me.

With Gail did I have much of a choice?

Most of the kids knew each other; most were staying at 
the same micro-tel motel up the highway from the 
facility. Ben picked them up in the company van. They 
reported in on Friday for the orientation and they had 
the weekend to settle in before their first day on 
Monday. I decided I'd avoid being there on Monday.

I was sipping on my coffee while Gail filled me in on 
what I needed to do and the tour of the complex when I 
became aware of someone standing close to me. I looked 
around then down: Connie. Her long dark brunette hair 
reached almost to her waist, tied back with a dark 
blue clip-on bow behind her small oval shaped face; 
her eyes were a soft hazel. 

She gazed up at me with a warm smile that was a silent 
"come on to me". It was bad enough I was suffering a 
hardon from Gail but the memory of the night in the 
motel with Connie and the guy she suddenly on a whim 
wants to pop her cherry – me, I was in trouble. Gail 
rescued me when she had the kids sign in – even though 
the guards had all that information already – I 
managed to side step out the door when the team-lead 
from the custodial service walked by. We knew each 
other well from our days in the Army. We talked for a 
few minutes then Gail announced the presentation and 
orientation was to begin.

I stood in the back taking advantage of the freebies, 
Gail at the front of the room by the large wall 
mounted LED display screen giving her presentation and 
occasionally giving me the evil eye as I chowed down 
on another donut. However, I noticed too Connie sat at 
the conference table so she could see me flirting with 
me with her eyes. Connie made no pretense she wanted 
me again first chance we had.

An hour later Gail broke up the group in to five 
students per guide; there were five of us. As we 
started to leave the room with the kids on the tour, 
Connie managed to swap places with one of the others I 
had so she could be with me. Problem was Gail assured 
I had the ones that would be assigned to the software 
engineering team: My boss Jerry would be their mentor 
and supervisor for the next month they would be here. 
Connie was software development – poles apart in 
discipline and department. 

I took them around the building, starting with the 
cafeteria, introducing them to Betty the cashier and 
Tony, the chef. Next back tracked to the security 
points giving them the does and don't – mostly don't's 
once they were issued their security badges – 
"...And," I added. "God help you –`cause no one else 
around here will – if you leave the badge at the motel 
room. The motel room doesn't need the badge – you 
will!"

Then some pimple faced kid pipes up: "So what if I do 
leave it at the room?"

Shades of my brief tenure in the Army as a drill 
sergeant: "You don't get in and you're late for work!" 
I wanted to add: "And you're fucked" but didn't. Their 
eyes, to include Connie were wide with awe. The guards 
at the nearby security point were covering their 
mouths laughing at them; they'd seen this before.

Connie hung on to every word I said as I took them 
through different areas of the building and then next 
door to the adjacent facility, as we crossed the 
street I pointed out for the benefit of those who 
smoked: The off-premises smoking station – the bus 
stop. 

"Down there?" said one of the kids. "Man, that's a 
hike."

Connie quickly spoke: "No worse than walking from the 
humanities building to the computer sciences 
building."

No come back.
	
When we finished around lunch time, for most of us, a 
catered lunch from the cafeteria was served. Tony the 
head chef and manager goes all out on this stuff. I 
darn near did a double take as De De his short order 
cook wheeled the buffet cart in laden with the food: 
"Roast beef?" I said to her.

She looked around the room then said: "They only live 
once," and turned to leave.

I decided to have lunch there. Lunch at home was a ham 
and cheese on rye bread.

I waited until near last, Gail all but shoved me up to 
the table."Come on, Scott there's plenty left. I've 
seen how you eat – a bird eats more."

When I sat down at the table with a plate laden with 
more food than Tony serves us in the cafeteria I 
started to dig in. The next thing I knew Connie was 
sitting beside me. 

She said in a very quiet tone: "I didn't think I was 
going to see you again."

I paused between fork full of meat and vegetable to 
glance sideward at her. I allowed a faint smile as I 
shoved the food into my mouth. A minute later I said 
just as quietly: "Neither did I. What time do you get 
back to your room?"

A smile light up her face. "Three-thirty."

"And you're not doing anything, eh?"

She shook her head. 

"Five okay?"

"Yes."

I was at the motel promptly at five waiting for her in 
the lobby area. I almost missed seeing her as she 
stepped off the elevator in a dark blue sateen dress 
with very thin shoulder straps, carrying a jacket. The 
dress was a near mini-dress that buttoned down the 
front, white heels, maybe, maybe not stockings; a 
white shawl around her shoulders, her hair once more 
caught back with a satin blue bow.

I was in trouble already. She was far from looking 
like a disheveled college student. She had the look of 
elegant beauty. She made me feel good that night.

I called it right that I drove the car rather than the 
truck – thank god! That afternoon I tried to find a 
decent restaurant that wasn't a mad house that night. 
I took her across the river to a restaurant that 
catered to the summer crowd and wasn't crowded and 
noisy; I actually located one, made reservations and 
headed there with Connie nearly sitting on top of me. 
She knew what she wanted and she was going to get it. 
I made a tigress out of a pussy cat.

As I pulled out of the parking lot Connie slid across 
the seat to sit beside me. In the process the hem of 
the dress rode up her shapely legs; a glance then told 
me she was not wearing stockings. Wonder what color 
her panty was? 

I got out on the interstate and zoomed south then got 
off on to Route 24 west then 32d Street north. At the 
first traffic light which I knew was a long one, I 
placed my hand on her leg and slid it up under the hem 
of the dress to her thigh and hip. I glanced down to 
see she was wearing a sheer dark blue string bikini 
panty; I could clearly make out her pretty pussy and 
the little thatch of dark hair.

Looking straight ahead, she asked: "Like what you see? 
It's yours tonight." Then she looked at me: "I'm yours 
tonight, Scott. Whatever you want to do to me..."
	
I had a helluva hard-on when we arrived at the 
restaurant. 

The meal was great. We had a remote table in the down 
stairs dining room – which was the basement and 
banquette area. Near the end of the meal is when I 
slipped my hand up her dress again sliding my hand 
between her legs, she spread her legs enough to let me 
caress her panty clad pussy. The feel of moistness 
between her legs told me she was willing to let me 
have her that night.

"Anxious to go somewhere or do you want to see... um, 
my etchings?" 

Dumb question, more clichι than you can imagine, but 
at the time, it sounded good. She started to laugh, 
and shook her head. "No, I mean, let's take our time."

We did. I drove up town to a bar and grill I knew. It 
was touted as a biker bar but seems there were more 
rednecks in the place than bikers. It was a sports bar 
of sorts. No one really paid much attention to what 
the jocks on either of six 80 inch display screens 
were doing. We walked in and the young hostess in very 
short white short-shorts and pink tank top promptly 
showed us to an empty booth where we talked some more, 
had a few more drinks, she was feeling no pain by the 
time I got her back to the car an hour later and 
heading to my place. I had to give the girl credit: 
she could hold her liquor.

We arrived at the house, me – I took my time driving 
and trying not to pay too much attention to the way 
she was sitting in the car, the skirt of the dress 
hiked to her hips. I pulled up in front of the house 
and soon had her inside. She took the matching jacket 
off and sat on the sofa. I went to make a pot of my 
best lead 30-weight tankers' coffee – guaranteed to 
take the paint off a five ton.

I looked back at her a couple times as I waited for 
the coffee to perk I could look straight up her dress 
to the dark wedge of her pussy which I'd taken popping 
her cherry a few months before. I don't know if she'd 
been with anyone after that but I know I had a good 
time that night taking her and using her. 

Connie managed to drink it. They say all coffee does 
is make a drunk a wide-awake drunk. Connie was soon a 
little more coherent by the second cup. We kissed and 
made out, me feeling her up – God, I enjoyed her as 
she let me have my way with her. During all this heavy 
petting and making out I had three cups which is about 
normal for me. 

She finished the coffee in her cup and set it on the 
table: "Um, Scott, besides coffee – what else did you 
put in it?"

"Nothing. Why?"

"Strong as hell..." 

"Oh. Just four scoops of grounds in a Mr. Coffee."

"Oh." She picked the cup up sipped the coffee as if 
sampling it then set the cup aside. 

I set mine down and took Connie in my arms kissing 
sweet honey lips. Pressing herself against my chest I 
slipped a arm about her feeling the silken smooth bare 
skin of her back. Our mouths met in a deep passionate 
kiss. 

"Do I please you?" She asked as our mouths met in a 
long lingering kiss as I began to unbutton the dress. 
Seems she favored dresses or outfits that buttoned 
down the front except for work, which suited me just 
fine.

I held her for a moment then slid a hand over the 
small form of her breast fondling and caressing it 
feeling the small nub of her erect nipple pressing 
against the bra and dress. I felt the buttons feeling 
it; the first three or four were open then began 
loosening the next one after those that were undone.

Within seconds we were deep in a passionate kiss I was 
busy unbuttoning the buttons of the dress. I reached 
the belt and loosened that the dress fell open giving 
me access to her breasts and hips. Connie was wearing 
a sheer black nylon bra, the rose bud nipples of her 
breasts shone through the thin nylon. 

"Take me, Scott, I'm yours now, you can have me."

I stopped long enough to make a stupid comment of: 
"Huh?"

"I've been on the pill since before the interviews." 
She paused then said leaving no doubt in my fogged 
mind: "I want you, Scott. I'm yours..."

There was no comment necessary to that, I merely 
savored the site of the sheer black bra and the shadow 
of her hard erect rose bud nipples tenting the thin 
fabric.

It took me a few more minutes of kissing and feeling 
her up and finger fucking her before I laid her on the 
sofa. We went at each other like two love sick teen 
agers anxious to get it on for the first time. I had a 
hand on her breast fondling that full firm form; at 
the same time I fingered the small erect rose bud nub 
of her nipple with my forefinger.

I lowered myself onto her again and brought my lips to 
hers once again. I brought a hand up to cup one of her 
breasts. Her body jerked in response. I pulled my 
tongue from her mouth and lowered it to her turgid 
silk covered nipple. She sucked in a breath as I 
sucked in her nipple through the silk. My hand 
squeezed and caressed her breast and I felt her move 
in excitement. I moved my mouth to the other breast 
and worshiped that one as well. 

The touch of her tongue inside my mouth was 
electrifying as she pulled me down on to her. I lay 
between her legs, my hard thick malehood pressed 
against her throbbing womanhood. I began moving myself 
against her dry fucking her for a moment; Connie 
responded with equal arousal moving her hips in rhythm 
with mine until she cried out: "Aaaaugh! Yes, yes, 
Scott... please, I need you now..."

I kissed her down from her face, neck and breasts. I 
paused at her breasts once more to savor the feel and 
silkiness of her young sylvan body. I boosted myself 
up to a front leaning rest position to look down on 
the vision that was Connie and I felt an animal 
arousal that was akin to blood lust. 

I shook the thought from my mind. Here I had this 
beauty all to myself for now.

I kissed her down her body to her waist and hips 
laving and literally worshiping this beauty. I paused 
at the waist band of the pantyhose and little string 
bikini. I kissed around the waist band, then shifting 
myself I began to kiss her waist where the waist band 
had been.

There was no stopping me now as I pulled the panty 
down from her waist. I stopped for a moment to kiss 
back up to her neck and mouth. I pulled the little 
string panty from her tossing it aside. Connie was now 
vulnerable to my male lust for her body.

She was willing and I was ready; she wanted it then...

I looked up into her eyes as I pushed myself down her 
body. Her eyes got bigger as my mouth neared her 
throbbing pussy. My chin brushed her clit and she 
closed her eyes and moaned. "Oh, yessss...!" Her pussy 
was swollen and her outer lips had furled like a 
flower. 

I dragged my tongue along the length of her slit and 
she moved her hips as the pleasure moved up her body. 
I pushed my tongue past her meaty lips and opened her 
up. I molested and ravaged her tender pussy, Connie 
cried out as her famine juices surged from her pussy, 
I felt the gush of moisture wash over my tongue and I 
savored the tangy-sweetness; her juices flowed on to 
my tongue; god, her juices were almost as tangy-sweet 
as a virgin's.

I extended my tongue and pushed it in probing her 
sweet tightness elucidating another cry of pure 
ecstasy. 

I did this for a while; she reached down and ran her 
fingers through my hair. I had a feeling that if I 
stopped she would grab hold and push my face back into 
her. I saw that her tender clitoris had swelled and 
was peeking out from under its little hood. I swept my 
tongue up and took a swipe at the tender nub sending 
an electrifying shock through her. Connie cried out 
again, her juices flowing on to my tongue.

I stopped, her juices dripping from my chin and looked 
up at her. Her eyes stared back with a wild intensity. 
She pushed down on my head and I chuckled at her 
insistence. Her small delicate hands were tangled in 
my hair.

I resumed my probing and licked her clit, she moaned 
trying to buck me off. I held on to her hips and did 
my best to hold my tongue on that tender nub of her 
clit. I felt her thighs open and close and her stomach 
muscles tightened. I knew she was nearing another 
orgasm on impulse I pulled away. She stared at me 
wildly and her mouth worked silently. I pulled myself 
up, loosened my pants, freeing my engorged cock 
placing it at her throbbing opening. I grasped my 
engorged cock rubbing it on her throbbing young pussy 
then pushed myself in to her penetrating her nice and 
tight young pussy. Her mouth opened and she dragged in 
a breath. 

"Gentle, Scott... please, oh! Don't hurt me...it's – 
it's been too long..."

My cock touched the tenderness of her opening, it was 
nice and moist, she was ready for me to take her, to 
possess her, use her for my own pleasure, she was mine 
to use as I wanted.

I slowly pushed my cock into her penetrating her as I 
lowered my mouth to hers. Connie moaned as I 
penetrated her, she was now mine. She was nice and 
tight – still virgin tight.

Connie's pussy was nice and tight, sliding my cock in 
to her wetness was like slipping my hand in to a tight 
glove; she thrust her hips begging me to go deeper in 
to her; her pussy was nice and tight – tight as a 
virgin's. I steadily slid myself in to her, Connie 
gasped as I went deeper, her pussy gripping me as if 
in desperate need to feel a male, any male inside her. 
She needed what I had and was willing to let me have 
what I wanted. I reached the depth of her pussy then 
slowly drew back, then thrust forward; I slowly thrust 
in and out of her tightness letting her savor the feel 
of my malehood inside her for the first time. 

God, I couldn't get over how good and sweet she felt, 
her pussy was so nice to fuck.

"Oh, sweet heart you are so nice and tight," I told 
her between my own sounds of male lust and desire for 
this beauty. "You're going to be my little Miss Nice 
and Tight, aren't you?"

"Yes! Oh yes!" Connie cried as she thrust her hips, my 
cock burying itself deep inside her with each thrust. 

"You'll come when I call," I told her as I paused for 
a breath my cock deep inside her tightness.

"Yes! Use me, Scott – I'm yours," she cried gripping 
me harder. "Please let me be yours...! I need you!"

I thrust in and out of her, she moaned loudly as I 
went in deep with each thrust. Then, on impulse, 
something I only did once to a girl and it about drove 
her over the edge nuts: I pulled out of her before 
cumming in her.

"No!" Connie screeched at me and pulled on my arm, 
trying to get me back in her. "Don't leave me like 
this, Scott!" She pleaded.

I rose up on my knees with a wicked grin then to her 
astonishment I pulled my pants up. She looked at me in 
disbelief until I reached down, slipped my hands under 
her lithe body, scooped her off the sofa and carried 
her back to the bed room.

Laying Connie across the bed, her legs over the edge 
of the bed I merely grinned evilly at her as I opened 
the dress baring her body to my gaze once more; I 
moved down her body again and brought my mouth to her 
pussy again. I did my best to tease and prolong her 
cumming. I licked and prodded all of her sensitive 
parts and reached up and played with her breasts 
feeling the erotic silkiness of the little bra as I 
tongued her. In less than a minute, she reached down 
and slammed my face into her cunt as she shouted, 
"Ohhhhhhhh!" 

Her body flailed about and I held on for dear life. 
Her back arched and her fingers clutched my hair even 
harder. 

I felt her body give off a few more shudders as she 
took in a long gasping breath and her fingers loosened 
and finally released their death grip on my hair. 
"Aaaagh, oooh, Scott...Yes – yes!"
	
I quickly undid my pants again, my cock still steel 
spike hard I forcefully thrust it into her. Connie 
cried out as I took her a second time thrusting in and 
out with the force of a trip-hammer. Finally we both 
came together in a torrent of cum. I did something 
that always seemed on the thin edge of erotic, I'd 
done it a couple times with my lover Nancy, I slipped 
my hand down between us to Connie's pussy to get a dab 
of our juices on my fingers and hold it to Connie's 
lips. She looked at me a minute knowing what I wanted 
her to do. With a weak smile she licked the co-mingled 
cum juices from my fingers.

"Sweet and salty tasting," she said in a soft voice 
licking my finger again then slid her tongue around 
her lips tasting the cum.

We finished undressing and went to take a shower 
together, something that she had done with me only 
once before.


VI

Over the next four weeks, every Friday Connie and I 
got together. Most cases we had supper at my place 
then went out for one of the clubs or bars in town. 
Following a few drinks, and I figured out she could do 
well holding her liquor. We ended the night at my 
place again.

The last Friday she was at Luthron was the out 
briefing, the kids turned in their badges to security 
and most left to head home for the last few weeks of 
summer before heading back to school. Connie waited 
for me to pick her up at the motel and drive her to my 
place for one last time. I must have arrived within 
minutes of her checking out she was just carrying her 
suit cases down.

"Scott!" she called waving as I pulled up with the 
car.
	
I stopped beside her, she opened the passenger door as 
I walked around to help her and give her a kiss. "What 
do you want to do now?" I asked sliding my hand down 
her side to feel the outline of her bikini panty.

She was dressed in one of her thin mini-sleeveless 
aqua-green summer dresses and white strappy heels. "Oh 
some place quiet to set the mood."

I knew what she was hinting at. We headed to my place 
by way of a restaurant. I don't think we came up for 
air or light until Saturday afternoon. That was the 
last time I saw Connie. She got the job with Luthron 
but was posted to one of our other divisions. God she 
was nice.

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