Denise was, without a doubt, the sweetest girl I had ever met; she was so nice and thoughtful I don't think she was even capable of being mean to anyone. Usually I find people like that irritate me a bit, I mean nice is great but no one is happy all the time. There was something different about Denise though and we became good friends.
She was an extremely good looking Irish girl with milky white skin and dark brown hair, and she had a nice figure with decent curves and a gorgeous smile. I noticed how attractive she was from the first time we met but because she was so sweet and innocent, I guess I never really thought of her in a sexual way.
When we were first getting to know each other, I found out that Denise had spent most of her life in a small town in Ireland and had only moved a few months ago for a job offer. This didn't surprise me too much but then I found out she had a boyfriend back in Ireland. I know long distance relationships work for some people but it seemed strange to me that she didn't really seem too bothered about it. She said they had been together for years but she said it with such little emotion, I got the feeling that it was one of those relationships of circumstance that was just comfortable for them both. Plus, I got the impression that she had led quite a sheltered life, and the way she described it I really don't think there were many boys in her home town.
Anyway, it was none of my business and I really didn't want to push it until we knew each other better so I dropped the subject, but then a few months later I was working late when I got a call from Denise sounding very angry. She told me that basically her boyfriend had broken up with her and she needed someone to talk to, and that she would explain later. I had set up my own business a few years earlier and was doing quite well so I had a big office and knew I was there alone until the next morning so I told her to come over to talk. She arrived shortly after and my immediate impression was that she seemed more angry than upset. I got out the bottle of whiskey I kept in my desk, mixed hers with a coke, and handed it to her to try and calm her down as she ranted about her scumbag boyfriend. She explained that he had sent her an email to say that he had been seeing another girl back in Ireland and that they were getting married. Totally out of the blue, he was not only dumping her by email (which is a cowardly thing to do anyway) but he was marrying some other girl. What an arsehole.
Now that she had got everything off her chest, Denise seemed to calm down a bit and she apologised for ranting at me. She was stood in front of my desk so I wheeled my chair slightly closer and touched her leg reassuringly, telling her that it was absolutely fine, but I couldn't help but question something. I had seen women get dumped before, I had broken up with a few girls myself, and usually I was met with tears, why wasn't she more upset? When I asked her, she thought about it for a minute while I refreshed our drinks and then finally admitted that if she was honest, she didn't really love him. They had been together for so long, they had grown up together and were each other's' first relationship, she had just kind of assumed that they would always be together.
That made a lot more sense now, it wasn't a real relationship, they were childhood sweethearts who had just stayed together because they had no reason not to. That explained why she didn't seem that bothered about living in a different country and why he had found someone else now that he had the opportunity. At that point, as I looked up at her leaning against my desk, it struck me how gorgeous she was. I knew she was gorgeous but somehow now I saw her a little differently; she was wearing shorts that showed off her smooth milky white legs and the curves of her firm arse, and a tight top that stretched over her boobs. Her face was stunning and she had such a sweet innocent smile framed by her long brown hair. She had little pink and white trainers on her tiny feet that made her look even more adorable and innocent.
I think the whiskey had helped relax Denise a lot by this point as she looked down and quietly said "I can't believe I let him be my first... you know." I didn't know how to respond so I hesitated for a few seconds and she continued, almost under her breath, "I wasn't even any good at it..." I was slightly taken aback by that and when I pressed her, she nervously explained that the few times they had done 'it', it was over really quickly and it hadn't felt good at all. She said it was awkward and he made her feel bad for not enjoying it more. I couldn't believe what I was hearing and I started to get mad; not only was this guy shit in bed but he had made Denise think it was her fault. Not only that but she had moved to another country thinking they were still together so she didn't have any experience with anyone else, she was loyal to this guy who made her feel bad that he couldn't last long enough to satisfy her. What a loser.
I don't know what came over me as it was probably really inappropriate but I practically jumped out of my chair and stepped in close to Denise, planting my lips on hers and kissing her deeply. She responded and reached around my waist to hold me tight and when I broke away from her, I pulled her top up over her head and stood back for a second to stare at her perfect breasts encased in a black bra. She made no attempt to stop me and smiled meekly at me so I said "you have no idea how sexy you are, let me show you how it's supposed to feel." Her smile widened and she nodded enthusiastically so I stepped back in to kiss her again, and groped her breasts with one hand while squeezing her arse with the other. When I sensed that she was sufficiently turned on, I slid my hand down to the front of her shorts and unzipped them while moving to kiss her neck.
She let out a load groan before I had even got my hand into her panties and when I did finally slip my fingers down through her bushy public hair, I felt her legs relax slightly and her weight rest harder on my desk. When I reached her pussy, it was already soaking wet and I teased her slightly by tracing my finger around her lips and up and down her slit until she clasped the back of my shirt and pulled me tightly against her body. I didn't bother undressing her any further at that point, I wanted get her off as soon as possible so I slipped my finger inside her and found she was so tight it felt like her lips closed around my knuckle. I eventually managed to get another finger in (just barely) and pressed my thumb against her clit, and in no time at all, she was writhing against my hand and screaming into my neck as she came.
When I slowly pulled my fingers out of her and stepped back, she gasped "that was incredible, I've never felt that before." She was still leaning with her arse on the desk but now had her shorts open and her black panties on display, her breasts heaving up and down in her bra as she tried to get her breath back. "You mean you don't, you know" I questioned, nodding towards her waist.
