I met Krista on her first day, as she introduced herself to everyone, cubicle by cubicle. I thought nothing of her. I had already been with the company for almost a year and was honestly pretty sour toward life for multiple boring reasons. I hadn't even considered her farts. (Dire times.)
She was young, and during her introduction, she mentioned she had just celebrated a birthday--her 21st. She had graduated from college early, and it turned out she had a loose connection to our company so she was a junior rep just like that. Krista was young, but also looked way younger. I wouldn't have been surprised if she had told me she was a junior in high school. But she was 21 and I was kind of annoyed with her in general. At first.
Krista is 100% Italian, and probably 4 foot 11, 80 lbs. She has no shape at all. Each of her ass cheeks could fit easily in my hand. Her long black hair went to her non-existent tits. As her first month came and went, I admit, I got a little interested.
Everything else in my life had dried up, so when she started paying attention to me, Flirting in the break room, asking me for help on things that were so easy, it was clear she knew how to do them, but wanted me close. It felt really good.
On a Friday, right as the weather started getting colder in the Fall, she organized a work happy hour at a bar around the corner from our building downtown. All 12 or so of my team went and we drank a bit which was fine, but I was now focused on Krista. She drank slowly and laughed at everyone's jokes and kept catching my eye across the table. I checked my phone, because I am addicted to checking my phone, and she had texted me: "Can I stay over?"
What? I asked myself. I barely knew her and forgot I even had her number. While it was fun flirting and imagining what her pussy would feel like suctioning my cock, I sort of thought this was just fun banter and office teasing.
I got up to go to the restroom without responding to her text, and when I came out, she was standing in the far corner near the women's restroom and signaled for me to come over. I did, about to ask her what she had meant in her text and she raised herself up on her tippy toes and pulled my head in for a kiss. The kiss was quick but made an impact.
"Do you really want to stay over?" I asked, making sure she wanted to for real, and that this wasn't a potential drunken mistake she'd regret.
"I live with my parents, you know, and don't feel like dealing with them tonight. You live close right?" She asked, holding my hand.
"It's a bit of a drive," I said. Which it was but not terrible.
"OK great. Leave now and I'll join you in the parking garage in 10 minutes."
An easy enough plan. It worked and soon we were at my apartment on the border of the city and the suburbs.
Inside, we had another drink. And then she asked if she could borrow sweatpants and a hoodie. Seemed odd because she was so small and I am realistically a monster in comparison. But, I gave her what she asked for and she went to the bathroom to change.
When she came out, she actually, somehow, looked cuter. Actually she looked fucking hot.
"Must be nice living alone," she said.
"It can be. But out here, it isn't all that exciting."
Then suddenly, she started slowly and subtly dancing in place, with no music accompanying her, as I sat on my couch. If anyone had seen, it would have looked like the weirdest lap dance.
I finally pulled her to me by her hips and said, "Should we?"
She answered, smiling, "Should we what?" She laughed and kissed me and soon we were both naked on my floor, the lights on, and while the curtains were pulled closed, I am still not sure if people could have seen in.
She was remarkably quiet that first time. She took my hand and placed it on her pussy and locked my eyes as I started rubbing her tiny clit. She didn't say anything, but writhed on the floor, spreading her skinny legs wider, till her knees were almost behind her head. She was tan everywhere, which makes me think that she went to tanning salons and was naked for each session. Also hot. I got to my knees and my cock was stunningly hard. She stroked it once or twice and smiled at me, still silent. She nodded as I said, "You want me inside now?" She kept nodding, giving me express consent.
Her pussy was so tight, it took a few tries to get it in. Even with her being so wet, her hole was too little, and if I had to guess, probably not well used. When it finally slid in, she sucked in a sharp breath and I waited and she grimaced. I pulled out slowly and she said, "No, come on." When I plunged back in, she squealed and I didn't last long. I dumped my load on her flat, toned stomach and stood, embarrassed.
She got dressed and things were awkward for a bit. I knew that was likely not what she wanted, but we did our best to hang out, drink some more, then we went to bed.
That did not help my overall outlook on anything in my life, but the next morning, things got better.
We woke early, at around 7:30, and she seemed to have forgotten about last night. She said, "that felt so good last night."
