This is a work of fiction. This story involves a college freshman coed losing her virginity to her boss, so if disturbs you, then you should stop reading now. Any similarity to real names or real people is purely coincidental. Constructive comments are always welcome, but please read the whole story to the end before you comment.
My philosophy is that a story should be like a woman's skirt. It should be long enough to cover the subject, but short enough to keep it interesting. I try to do that in my stories. You may or may not agree with me as to where I should end a story, but know that I end each story where I think it should end.
Nobody in this story was under 18 when they had sex.
My name is Jenny Waters (although my last name was Smith when this took place). I had graduated from high school with very high honors. In other words, I was in the top one percent of my graduating class. That was good enough to land me a decent scholarship at the most prestigious university in my state. Yes, I also received scholarship offers from other schools, and some of them covered all expenses, including living expenses; but I turned them down after I was accepted with a scholarship at the university of my choice.
Now, lest anybody think that meant that everything was fully paid for because I had a scholarship to my chosen university, let me say that not all scholarships do that. The scholarship I accepted paid for my tuition, books and fees, but it did NOT cover my room and board. Therefore, I knew that I would have to make some money to cover those, and any other, expenses that I might have while I was at college. That meant that I needed a job. However, I saw this as an opportunity, rather than as a burden. Working allows you to build a resume beyond just education.
Not being one to put things off until the end, I started looking for a job in the town where the university was located as soon as I had graduated from high school. I was lucky. A lot of entry-level jobs were vacated when graduating college students moved on to start their careers elsewhere.
I got hired at a firm that did technical support for engineering and architectural firms. My job mostly involved making copies of proposals and plans, and sorting and boxing those proposals and plans for customers and government agencies. It was somewhat repetitious, but varied enough that I was always learning something new. My major would be in civil engineering, which was why I was hired in the first place, so it gave me a chance to see what architecture and engineering were really like in the real world.
This was back in the late 1960s, so it was uncommon for girls like me to be studying engineering of any kind. Most girls went into teaching or nursing or just trying to catch a husband while in college. We didn't have cell phones or laptop computers. Computers were the size of houses, so only the government or big institutions or corporations had them. Plans were drawn by hand, reports were typed, and copies were made and distributed. There was no such thing as online transfer of plans or data.
All of that gives you some background on my situation. Now, for the personal stuff. I was very petite at 5'2" and 100 lbs. My hair was black, straight and very long (down to my knees). My skin was smooth and light caramel-colored. All of that was mostly due to my mother, who was a Filipina, and she married my father, who was a white American stationed in the Philippines when he met my mother.
It seemed like about the only physical attribute I got from my father was that my skin was a lighter shade of caramel than my mother's skin. Other than that, I had my mother's looks, which was fortunate because my mother was truly beautiful when she was young.
Tom Waters was the owner of the firm that I was hired into (and my new boss). He seemed to take an immediate liking to me. He offered me the job during the first interview. Then, he asked where I would be living. Since I had traveled several hours from my home to the interview, I told him that I hadn't found a place yet, and he told me that he had an extra bedroom in his house, if I would be interested in staying there.
That surprised me. I asked if he was sure that his wife would go along with renting a room to a young girl like me, and he laughed. "First, I don't have a wife, and second, I wasn't offering to rent the room to you. If you want to stay in my house, there won't be any charge."
I was stunned. I hadn't anticipated anything like this, but his offer would certainly solve a lot of problems for me. My main reason for working was to be able to pay for rent and food. He was basically eliminating the rent. "Free rent sounds pretty good. Would you want me to buy my own food, or would we share the food budget?"
"Do you cook?" he asked.
"Yes, I can cook," I replied.
He smiled. "Then don't worry about the cost of food. If you will cook for us, then I will pay for the food we buy, or better yet, you can shop for us and I will just give you the money for shopping."
"You are offering both room and board for free?" I asked. "What do you want in return?"
"If you can cook," he replied. "That will be plenty."
I blinked, not quite believing what I had heard. "I accept," I replied. "You have just made my life much easier. However, if there is anything else I can do for you, just ask."
"OK," he replied. "I'll keep that in mind."
I found it a joy to both work and live with Tom. As the weeks went by that summer, we spent many an evening together just talking. Tom was 32 and had served in the military when he was younger. He had returned to complete an engineering degree and an MBA, and he had started his firm. Tom was one of those people who quickly recognized an opportunity and moved to fill it. Every time we talked, I was more drawn to Tom, and I was thinking about him in more and more romantic terms.
For his part, Tom was always a perfect gentleman to me, which of course, attracted me even more to him. I had grown up in a very conservative family, my mother seemingly terrified that some boy would get me pregnant. Of course, that was unlikely to happen in high school, since she wouldn't even let me date. I really knew nothing about boys or men, other than her fears and beliefs.
My mother thought that every man would want to rape me, if they ever got the opportunity. My father had died when I was twelve, so I never had him to help me to overcome my mother's unfounded fears and unreasonable restrictions as I went through junior high and high school. Because of that, I was completely naïve as to how love, romance and sex worked.
Living with Tom also meant that I always had a ride to and from work, and he let me use his extra car to go shopping on Saturdays. As promised, he paid for whatever I bought. I was able to save tons of money that summer, and I was able to buy clothes for school and leisure instead of using my money for the essentials. At first, I was just making a little more than minimum wage, which wasn't much, but Tom gave me a considerable raise after only a couple of weeks. He told me that I had already proved my worth, and that, if I continued to work hard, I could expect more raises. My savings account was growing quickly and unexpectedly.
On one of my clothes shopping trips, I was in one of the department stores, and I wandered into the lingerie and sleepwear section. I had always worn very conservative nightgowns to bed, but here I saw some very sexy short nightgowns. I made me wonder how Tom would react if I was wearing something sexy like that. Truthfully, I had no idea how to seduce somebody, and I'm not sure that I was actually thinking about that anyway, but I was still curious as to what his reaction would be. I bought a very sexy baby doll nightgown, and took it home.
