I was 21 when I graduated college with a degree in dental hygiene. My resume was sent out to every dental office within 50 kilometres of my home. Months went by before I was finally called to work as a temp and backfill hygienist. Far from ideal, I was happy to be doing something related to my education. Working at the local Tim Horton's was underwhelming to say the least; it helped pay the bills though.
My decision to move away from home was premature in hindsight. After college I should have moved back to my home town but I was determined to make my way in the world. It was depressing at times when I looked around my small basement apartment and its scarce smattering of mismatched furniture. The grandiose visions of life on my own faded with each passing day. A vehicle would have been nice, but my limited income kept me to public transit; cold shelters, crowded buses and smelly patrons were in my foreseeable future.
During my time at college I had made a few close friends who lived in my town. One particularly had become my best friend. Annie had the most beautiful smile; her teeth were perfect and glowed white. She was 23, petite with natural blonde hair that touched her shoulders. We received our share of attention from the guys at school. We contrasted well with my long red hair and slender frame. I routinely reminded her that she was short because I was a few inches taller than her; I am only 5'5 tall.
When school finished we didn't see each other as often as we would like. Both of us were held hostage by a slow moving transit system and the distance of a city between us. Every week or so we would meet somewhere in the middle of town and have lunch somewhere. Annie had not received any responses from her resume and had resigned herself to work at a local call centre.
Finally a Saturday off, it didn't happen often enough; typically I didn't receive two days in a row off and it never happened on a weekend unless requested far in advance. I called Annie to see if she would be free so we could spend the day together.
"I can't wait to see you Lynn." Annie's voice was excited. "I will come to your place."
Our plans were set and I was looking forward to spending the day with my best friend. I wasn't dating seriously at the time; in fact I avoided dating during college all together. Many guys wanted to go out, but I was focused on my education. Naturally I went on a few dates but I refused to commit to anything serious. I made a point of not sleeping with anyone at school though.
Desmond came for coffee every day I worked; he made no secret that he was interested in going out with me. I figured he was about 26 or 27 years old. He was cute, well-built and worked in construction. Human nature began to take its toll and I had an overpowering urge for physical contact; Desmond was the first guy to come to mind.
Friday morning came and I turned to see Desmond smiling at me, "Good morning beautiful."
"Good morning Desmond." I smiled at him with alluring eyes as I made his coffee.
"Big plans this weekend?" Desmond began to dig in his jeans for money.
I slid his coffee over the counter, "My girlfriend is coming over tomorrow but I'm free tonight."
Desmond jumped on the opening, "Want to do something tonight?"
"Sure." I wrote my cell number down and handed it to him. "I'm done at 4."
He glowed, "Dinner? Say six o'clock?"
"Sounds great." I motioned at the growing line, "I'll talk to you later."
Desmond rolled up in front of my house in a monster pickup truck. Racing around he opened the door and struggled to climb in to the cab with dignity. I knew Desmond would not miss an opportunity to look up my dress if the opportunity presented itself. My dress was mid-thigh length and probably not ideal for climbing in to a big truck.
He was a perfect gentleman throughout dinner. Desmond genuinely wanted to know as much about me as possible. I explained that I wasn't looking for a relationship just a friend to hang out with once in a while.
"So what do you want to do now?" I smiled at him.
A mischievous grin crossed his lips, "Want to go back to my place?"
I laughed, "Presumptuous at all?"
Back in his truck I moved to the middle seat so I was beside him. Desmond put his calloused hand on my bare knee as he drove; I put my hand on his. I gave him a peculiar look when he pulled in to the empty Walmart parking lot bringing his truck to a stop.
"Everything okay?" I scanned his dashboard for signs of trouble.
He turned his face to me, "Sorry, just something I have to do."
I wasn't sure what he meant until he put his arm around me and kissed me. His lips were soft and warm as we locked ourselves in a passionate kiss. His cologne was intoxicating, I needed this so badly. An audible gasp escaped my lips as his hand slowly slid up my thigh pushing the hem higher; I squeezed his thigh as shivers raced over my flesh.
Desmond's coarse hand moved quicker to the top of my thigh. At the same time as his fingers pressed against my pussy he pushed his tongue past my lips and deep in to my mouth. His tongue probed the deepest regions of my mouth while his fingers traced and teased the delicate folds of my rapidly moistening pussy.
Panting in his mouth I spoke, "How far is your house?"
