To paraphrase the old nursery rhyme:
There once was a girl
Who had a little curl
Right in the middle of her forehead
When she was good
She was very, very good
And when she was bad she was torrid
Nancy was 26. She had a body that was to die for, and she knew how to use it. In fact she used it as often as possible. There was no way she could ever settle down with one man when the choices were so numerous and so delicious.
She was not going to be a mother until she was ready and that was no time soon. She was on the pill, always used a diaphragm and the men always wore a condom, except for a very few lucky guys who she had known forever. She loved skin to skin and the feel as he shot off in her; but loved her life even more.
Nancy was even better at her job than she was in bed. As such she advanced rapidly in her job. She was very careful to never mix business with pleasure.
Her latest advancement at work made it necessary to attend a series of training seminars in Chicago. Nancy hated being placed in a huge city, away from familiar surroundings. It was too easy to make a costly error. You did not know who was who and might accidentally meet up with someone who was a future business partner. As such her love life tended to suffer.
At the first of the seminars she saw him; he was tall, handsome and built very well. While she wanted to drool all over herself she behaved. At the second seminar she saw him again; this time he smiled and said hello as they passed in a hallway.
That evening when she went to supper he showed up in line behind her. He was quiet for a while and finally introduced himself. Kevin and Nancy talked a bit as they waited to be seated. Finally he asked if they could eat together and continue their conversation.
That's funny, she thought, it appeared as if he almost had trouble asking her. Their conversation was light and covered many subjects. She found out they lived about an hour apart and worked for companies that did the same type of business.
When they were through eating and the conversation started to slow down he walked her to her room. At the door he asked if they could meet for dinner the next evening, when Nancy agreed he shook her hand and wished her a good evening. When she was in her room she thought about the evening, it had been fun. He almost seemed to be shy.
The next evening at dinner they discovered that they were both signed up for the entire series of 8 seminars together. When he walked her to her room she gave him a light kiss on the cheek and thanked him for the lovely evening. He blushed.
Kevin was 28; he was intelligent and outgoing most of the time. He was very close to introverted when a beautiful woman was involved. He never had trouble finding a date but never found a woman who was interested in him that he could hold a decent conversation with. Most of his relationships sort of withered on the vine, never going much further than a few dates. A few of the women took him to bed but it was just lust. He felt like he was just a notch in their belts. He was good at his job and good in bed, according to the women who took him there.
Kevin spent 4 years in The Marines, while in he completed most of his college degree; he finished it by attending school full time while working a full time job. He was never in the top of the class but always did well.
There was something about Nancy that intrigued him. She was smart, and certainly beautiful, but there was a confidence she showed that he liked.
By the 4th seminar they were together more than they were apart. They found that by comparing notes they had a fuller understanding of the subjects covered. The last evening of that seminar they kissed lightly on the lips and parted for the evening.
It was early the next morning that Nancy awoke in the middle of an explosive orgasm; she had been dreaming of him and masturbated in her sleep. She had trouble going back to sleep. As she lay there she realized that she had not been out hunting for 3 weeks; she had no desire to do it. She craved Kevin; Damn her convictions of not mixing business and pleasure.
By now they had exchanged phone numbers and talked occasionally between seminars; mostly about how the information helped with their jobs. The conversations started to drift into personal matters; but nothing heavy.