Gwen had always written about love stories and the special love between a man and a woman. But sadly, she had yet to experience it. At the age of twenty-four, she was a busy business woman who wrote romantic novels on the side.
A born writer, she felt her social skills with the outside world were not always intact. Her focus, and always her main focus, was her literature. She was shy and timid, very socially awkward. Her dating years were long put behind her, forgetting men altogether to focus on her career.
Standing five-foot, ten-inches, she was strikingly beautiful with her long waves of brunette hair the color of rich dark chocolate, smooth ivory-colored skin, and beautiful almond shaped crystal green eyes.
She lifted her eyes from the menu and looked across the table at her best friend since childhood. Rachel was pleading, once again, for Gwen to come out for a fun weekend.
"Gwen honey, I love you... but when are you ever going to get with it? Come with me and Jake this week end, please. I promise you, you will have fun."
"Rachel, you know I need to finish writing this chapter. I mean, with this new project Brooks gave me I wont have time to finish it before my deadline." Gwen was trying to beg off nicely.
"You can't hide behind your career forever Gwen. You can't just write about love and sex if you haven't even experienced any of it." Rachel tried another tactic to roust her friend into coming out.
"Shh, people can hear!" Gwen was feeling her embarrassment rise.
"Then let them hear. You are twenty-four and still a virgin! Honey, now you tell me how someone who is as hot and as young as you can still be a virgin?" Rachel toyed with the prongs of her fork while waiting for Gwen's reply.
Gwen gave a soft sigh and stared down at her half-eaten dinner roll. The truth was, she never cared for people and the only reason she tolerated Rachel and Jake was because they have been friends since middle school.
She picked up her coffee cup and took a drink, stalling for time and trying to think of a excuse to throw at her friend.
"I work, alright I mean I work a lot more then you do Rachel and I am always so damn busy with reports and projects that I am simply too exhausted to deal with a relationship of any kind.
"My writing relaxes me and keeps me sane so I don't rip my hair out every time Brooks asks me to stay late at the office on Friday nights."
Rachel gave a sympathetic smile and took Gwen's hand in hers.
"Do this for me honey, please. I miss hanging out with you, my best friend, my Gwennie."
Gwen smiled softly and gave Rachel's hand a soft squeeze.
"Fine. I will go out with you this weekend."
"Oh Gwen thank you! You won't regret it. I promise."
Rachel got out of her seat and gave Gwen a warm hug.
"My going doesn't mean I will like it."
"Hey! You finally agreeing to going out deserves a drink. Waiter? Could we have two martinis please?"
"Rachel, you know I don't drink."
"Well now is the perfect time to start!"
Groggy and heavy-headed when she woke the next morning, Gwen was soon running to the bathroom where she puked out the roast beef from dinner last night.
What was she thinking? She just lost all control last night. She was always so prepared and now here she was puking up her insides. And as she promised Rachel she would go out with her and Jake, there was no way getting out of it. She would simply have to work harder. Her life motto was work hard now work a little later.
Pulling the silk night gown over her head, she turned the shower on, sitting on the toilet until the water heated up. Out of curiosity she got up and stared at her own naked body in the mirror. Her breasts were perky and small; the nipples pink and erect.
She cupped them in her hands and imagined what it would be like if a man had touched them. She smoothed her hands down her abdomen, nearing the warm virginal lips.
She slipped a finger in, it didn't feel as she imagined it would. She moved the finger around and let out a shocked gasp as her finger stroked her clit. She let her head fall back and played some more relishing in the feeling of complete shock and ecstasy.
Her heart raced as her breath came in gasps and goose bumps started to form on her skin. This was it... there was no going back now, with sin and her own curiosity pushing her into now going over the edge. She slipped another finger in and worked faster on her swollen clit.
With her own words from her novels playing in her head, she was living out her own fantasy. Letting out a soft cry she felt as if she were in heaven, as a climax swept through her entire body. For once, she had sexual gratification and knew what she had been missing, she yearned for more.
Stepping into the shower she closed her eyes as daydreams of the lusty affairs from her novels played each scene in her head.
The week at work was long and boring, the same act and fake smile with a nod and a good morning to each person who passed her by. By the time Friday came around she was eager to see what Rachel had in store for the weekend.
She had just covered her computer and was locking up her desk, when the VP of Sales walked toward her.
"Gwen, I need this proposition done by three as the guys from the New York office will be down here tomorrow and I need to look it over."
"I am sorry Mr Downes, but I cant work on the proposition. I am seeing an old friend this weekend and I was really hoping to leave work a little early today."
"What? You're my best man Gwen! I need you on this proposition."
"Mr Downes sir, I have been staying late and working on extra reports for years. As sorry as i am to have to say no, would you please ask Jane to do it?"
He pursed his lips, closed his eyes, and emitted a long sigh.
"Well Gwen I guess I can ask Jane to work on it. Go on and have fun."
She laughed and got up and gave her boss a big hug.
"Thank you Mr Downes."
He cleared his throat and she nodded knowingly, grabbing her purse and jacket as she smiled at him and said. "Thank you very much John"
Dumbfounded, he watched her leave out the office doors. John Downes was a man in his late thirties, very business-oriented and a divorced father of two. His life was now exactly what he imagined it would be when he was studying business in college.
He considered himself a handsome man with thick black hair and blue-gray eyes. He was the spitting image of his father. His taut jaw and natural Italian bronzed skin made him all the more desirable.
He sat at Gwen's desk and decided to check the status on the reports he had given her earlier that week. He clicked off a document file and found her on line novels, the entire page engrossed with her personal literary accomplishments. Out of curiosity he opened one up and began to read. He was not one for prying, but there was something about Gwen that made him want to know more.
The work day was over and he had already finished one story. It was terribly addicting like a soap opera of words. He was fascinated with Gwen she was proving to be not so mousy after all. He grabbed the link of her on line novels and decided to give the project to Jane before she took off. He chuckled to himself as he tried to imagine Gwen in anything except granny panties.
"Jane? I need you to write up this proposition before you leave."
"What? But Mr Downes, surely Gwen can do this. I am going out tonight."
"Gwen left early, so you will need to do it."
"But...but it's unfair Sir. I can't. I have plans."
"Well maybe you should cancel those plans. I want that on my desk in 3 hours."
"But Mr Downes..."
"Three hours Jane. And by the way, I doubt Miss Torres will be stuck in this office very much, so be prepared to repay her for her years of commitment and generosity so that you can go out and get smashed. Have fun Jane."
Smiling as he walked away, he called out over his shoulder.
"Oh yeah, Jane bring me a coffee two sugars, two cream."
"Yes Mr Downes" She muttered under her breath.
He sat in his chair and typed in the link. He browsed through the vast list of stories to choose from. She sure had a lot of them he wondered were she ever found the time to write them. He chose a random one and sipped on his coffee ready for a deeper look into his employee's mind.
Now at home, Gwen was surprised John had let her off early, she was even more surprised to find herself excited for the nights possibilities. She applied her makeup carefully, beautiful full scarlet lips and dark liner.
Dressing in a black mini-dress, a fitted black leather jacket and black leather knee high boots, she wasn't sure where she was going but this outfit was a sure knockout for anywhere.
Rachel parked the car in front of Gwen's and honked twice. Gwen popped her head out and waved. Rachel waited impatiently as she watched her friend struggle to walk in the leather boots she had bought her two years ago.
