In the summer of 1972 I was 19 years old and between my freshman and sophomore years in college. I always did well with my school work but was socially immature. I guess I would have been considered a nerd. It didn't help that I had a baby face and looked like I was 15 or 16. I was sexually immature also, which wasn't really a surprise. I was shy around people, especially girls. I knew about sex but at that point in my life I never figured I would ever actually fuck a woman.
Any sexual knowledge I had came from exploring my mom's World Book dictionary. It was always exciting to follow from one word to the next. Reproduction led to copulation, which led to genitals, which led to vagina, which led to labia. Fuck didn't appear in my mom's dictionary. I was really excited when I discovered new words, like fellatio or cunninglus. I dreamed about "copulation" and at that point in my life always figured it would be just a dream.
I had a great summer job. I worked for a plumbing supply warehouse pulling orders and helping load trucks. The really great part was when drivers took their vacations and I got to drive truck. I loved to drive and our warehouse covered a couple hundred mile radius so I got to see a lot of new places.
In 1972 it was the second summer I had worked there. There were five truck drivers and 3 full time warehouse workers and I was one of 2 summer helpers. We all reported to the warehouse foreman, an old German named Ron Dietrich. The entire operation was run by the regional manager, Larry Wodell. There were also salesmen and office help. The office help included an older lady, Betty Jones, who was the receptionist and Jean Taylor a bookkeeper/accountant. Betty was about 55 and had two grown kids and a grandchild. Jean was probably in her mid to late 20's and had a son that was 9 years old. She was very pretty. She had soft auburn hair that fell to her shoulders and was kind of fluffy with large curls in it. Her eyes were a bright green and seemed to twinkle. Her nose was a little large, but not too much so, and had distinctive somewhat elongated nostrils. And she also had very large breasts. When I had first started work there they both seemed to notice my shyness and both were nice enough to talk to me and draw me out a little. They were both easy to talk to and I enjoyed the times I had to go to the office. Jean in particular seemed to take an interest in me and we had quite a few conversations about college and what I wanted to do in the future. She told me stories about her son but never mentioned her husband much. She was easy to look at and I tried not to be too obvious glancing at her breasts. There really wasn't much to see any way. She always dressed conservatively and wore blouses that never showed any cleavage and the curves of her breasts were always smooth with no bumps or other hint of nipples. There were just the big mounds that stuck out from her chest. I remember one time when Larry and I were walking in the same direction and Jean walked by heading to the office. After she passed Larry looked at me and said. "Man oh man! Do you think she has big nipples on those tits of hers?" I blushed and Larry just chuckled.
That second summer we got a new warehouse worker named Brian Hertler. He was 22 years old and the son of the owner of our largest customer and he really thought himself to be a ladies' man. It didn't take him long to recognize my shyness, particularly about women, so he took it upon himself to regale me about his conquests, probably to see how much I would blush. He was always making lewd remarks about Jean. He was sure she dreamed about fucking him and wanted his cock, first between her tits and then in her cunt. I just tried to ignore him but it did make me think more about Jean sexually.
Over the course of the summer I heard about him fucking his mother's friend, roughly ending the virginity of an 18 year old on her birthday, taking two girls at once and how he gave a first ass fucking to a supposedly beautiful drunk while her boyfriend laid unconscious next to them. The latest conquest was how he promised this big titted woman that was cock sucking him that he wouldn't cum in her mouth only to hold her head tight against him as he unloaded into her throat. A common theme was that they all loved it afterwards.
The summer was winding down and I had about 2 weeks before I went back to school. I had a couple of short delivery runs on a Monday and after the second one I took my delivery papers and invoices into the office. I didn't see Jean but I handed them to Betty and we small talked for a couple of minutes. Then I went to the file room to check the inventory on an item I had to load for my truck the next day. The door was shut, which was unusual, but I didn't really give it a second thought. I turned the knob and walked in. I was shocked to see Jean and Brian in the corner of the room in what looked to be an embrace. In fact it was more than an embrace. Brian had Jean up against the wall with his body pressed hard against her. His head was snuggled in her neck and he was gripping and squeezing one of her tits. I was shocked and my mouth fell open. I couldn't believe Jean would be doing something like that, especially with Brian, who from her previous actions toward him you would have thought she despised him. In shock I began to back out of the room. Suddenly I noticed that Jean was struggling to get away and I realized that it wasn't a mutual embrace.
"Hey!" I yelled. Both of them looked up startled.
Brian said "Get out! And shut the door!"
Jean murmured "Oh Dan. Please help!"
I stepped in to the room.
"Brian! What in the hell are you doing?" I yelled at him.
Brian pushed his open hand hard against Jean's chest just below her neck pinning her against the wall.
"This isn't your business Dan. Get out!"
I walked further into the room and by that time Betty had heard the commotion and appeared in the doorway. She put her hand up to her mouth in shock but by that time Brian had backed away from Jean so she didn't know all that had gone on. Brian glared at me and then suddenly pushed by me and walked around Betty and out of the room. Jean bent over and began to cry. Betty went to her and hugged her shoulders trying to comfort her. About then Larry walked into the room and asked what was going on. I told him what I had seen and he was incredulous.
"Jean. Are you all right?" he asked
Jean looked up with tears running down her face and said "I'm okay. It was just a misunderstanding."
Both Larry and I simultaneously said in surprise "A misunderstanding!"
"Yes!" she said firmly. It was clear that she didn't want it to go any further although she was very upset and shaken.
Larry looked at me with a look of puzzlement. Then he said "Dan, why don't you drive Jean home in her car. I'll send someone over to pick you up."
I nodded. Jean looked at both Larry and me and said "Thank you."
Jean stood up and began to collect herself and walked out of the room with Betty helping, holding her arm. Jean collected her things from her desk and then we both walked out to her car. I walked her to the passenger door and opened it for her and she looked at me and said thanks as she got in.
Her house was about 10 minutes away and we didn't talk at all on the way over. She seemed deep in thought and upset. When we got there I parked the car and got out and walked around the car to open her door but by the time I got there she was already out. I walked beside her to her front door. She unlocked it and opened it and then she turned to me and smiled wanly. Then she hugged me tightly and buried her head into my shoulder.
"Thank you so much Dan!" She murmured.
Then she let me go and turned around and walked into her house, softly shutting the door behind her.
I kind of dreaded going into work the next day. I didn't really want to see Brian and I wasn't sure how to react to Jean or even Betty or Larry. We started an hour earlier than the office so Brian was going to be the first encounter. He was there when I got there and just ignored me, which was all right with me. He didn't talk to me at all which as far as I was concerned was an improvement over most days. Everyone else seemed to be normal and maybe even a little solicitous to me.
Brian went out to check the load on his truck and when he left one of the other truck drivers, Mike, looked at me and said "I don't know what happened between you two yesterday but I know Larry stayed late yesterday and was reaming his ass." I didn't say anything but was glad that Larry had done something.
