June Olsen looked at the pile of credit applications on her desk and smiled. Her fellow employees usually grumbled about the amount of paperwork that went with their jobs, but for her it was a welcome sight. Maybe, she would one day have the same attitude, but for now the 22 year old saw the work as a sign that she could handle the job for which she had been hired. Just out of college, the voluptuous redhead had landed a job in the credit department of the Bank of Los Angeles, and was still excited over her sense of pride. It made four years of marriage to a husband she adored, and a two year old son worth all the effort.
Her office was small, but it was a private office shared only with her supervisor, Kyle Richards. It was just 10 o'clock as she sorted the papers on her desk and started lining them up to be notarized. About five minutes later she heard the familiar sound of her boss' voice as he came down the hall.
"Morning Jane..., morning Dave..., morning Jim..., morning Sarah..., morning June," he called out as he passed each of the open doors. "Morning, Kyle," she responded as he entered the office.
He was a handsome man in his mid forties, graying at the temples, with a thick dark mustache. She'd been told he was gay. She didn't think he acted like it at all. To the contrary, he made her feel girlish without any sexual innuendoes, or by talking to her breasts like so many men did. When he complimented her dress or her hair, he did it without making it sound like a come on. And, he didn't play favorites. She'd even heard him compliment men on their attire.
In the two months she'd been at the company, she'd spent most of the time in training, learning what her job was and the peculiarities of the loan department. Some of the training was done in the office, but most of it was computer based. She wasn't surprised when she received an e-mail from Kyle around 9 o'clock that congratulated her on completing all her training. He had attached a file and asked her to look it over with him, as her final evaluation.
She thought nothing of it when he sat beside her and put his arm across the back of her chair as they read her file. He made a point to complement her on each item. She also pretended not to notice when he sniffed her hair several times as she read her file.
Five feet eight inches tall, June Olson had an almost perfect body, with 36B tits and a ski chute ass. She walked smoothly, with an erect graceful posture, thanks to three years as a varsity tennis player in high school. Her bright blue eyes, and a sparkling smile were the center of a very pretty, if not beautiful face. Her dark red hair was short, almost like a boy's. She was head over heels in love with Kevin, her husband of nearly four years, and she could hardly wait to be with him and her two year old son after work. Kevin had not been her first lover, she lost her virginity near the end of her sophomore year in high school. She met Brad Smith, a senior football player near the beginning of the year. During the spring semester, while she was baby-sitting, he penetrated her for the first time on the couch in the Johansen's living room. Although she didn't have an orgasm, it wasn't painful, and she didn't bleed. Brad had been probing her with his well-lubed fingers for some time. They screwed often and regularly for the rest of her sophomore year. She never had an orgasm, but it felt good enough to keep coming back for more. After Brad graduated, he left for college, and she never saw or heard from him again. Brokenhearted, she never had another date until late in her senior year. She began dating a wrestler named Phil, they went out almost every Friday. Even though they often managed to steam up his car windows, nothing happened, until their prom night. She got drunk for the first time, passed out, and woke up in a motel room. She was lying naked in bed between Phil and two other boys she recognized as wrestlers; they were all passed out, naked. She couldn't help noticing that one of them had a huge cock! She tried, but the last thing she could recall, was dancing with Phil, then nothing. She touched herself down "there" –– she was wet, and very sore. She felt dirty at the thought of what had undoubtedly happened. She dressed, took Phil's keys, and drove home in his car. She sneaked into her house, went to bed, and even though Phil called several times a day for weeks; she never spoke to him again. She very rarely ever drank alcohol after that.
On her very first day at college she met Kevin Olsen, they hit it off, and six months later they were married. Four years older than she was, and more experienced, it didn't take him long to get into her pants. He was gentle with her, and when they did it, she came for the first time in her life. She told Kevin about Brad, but never mentioned the prom, even though, by now she had recalled every embarrassing detail.
Over time she and Kyle became close friends, however they maintained a very strict formality outside their office, or whenever the door was open. They ate lunch together often, and were able to talk about anything, and usually did; she talked about losing her virginity. She even described her prom night in detail, something she had never dared whisper to anyone, not even Kevin. She looked forward to their lunches together. In fact, before long she found herself having deep feelings for Kyle. She told herself that this was foolishness; he was married, she loved her husband, and she had a child whom she also loved dearly. She dismissed her feelings as mere infatuation.
Because Christmas fell on a Monday, the annual Christmas party was held after work on the Friday before. Under the bright decorations, people drifted between the buffet and the bar, or sat in groups. The men as usual, were drab, in their suits. The women however, had stepped things up a notch, skirts were shorter, necklines lower, as if to hint at what temptations lay beneath the surface, if one cared to look.
Kyle spent the time with the other bosses, and June chatted with a group of women. He noticed how her skirt parted, exposing her thighs and stocking tops whenever she shifted her long legs. He also observed that although he'd never seen her drink, she put away several glasses of wine, while keeping an eye on him. For the thousandth time he wondered what it would feel like to be inside her. He wanted to fuck her so bad, he could taste it. As the party ended there were hugs and kisses all around, and it seemed perfectly natural when Kyle held her tightly, and said:
"The last few months have really been great, Junie. God, I'm glad I met you."
"It's mutual," she whispered in his ear. But when he kissed her full on the mouth, and tongued her, she responded briefly, then turned her head sideways, and said softly. "No." Before letting her go, he said:
