I had been working in an office suite, sharing space with a group of other professionals. We shared a copy machine, fax, etc., in addition to the office space. We also had one receptionist who answered the phones for all of the various businesses within our suite. Our longtime receptionist left us to take a better paying job, and the next day the leaseholder of the office space hired a 20 year old college student to answer the phones.
"Jaime" was tall (about 5' 10"), with long lovely legs, and an angelic face framed by golden blonde hair. She was the quintessential "California girl". Being only in my late 20's, I was the youngest "boss" in the office, so Jaime felt most comfortable talking to me about issues in the office. Our business discussions soon turned to chats about a wide variety of subjects, and before I knew it, Jaime was confiding her secrets with me.
It was more like a brother-sister relationship with Jaime confiding in me about her boyfriend and the issues they had. One of the biggest issues was the fact that Jaime was a virgin and her boyfriend was pressuring her to have sex. Jaime confided to me that although she wanted to have sex, her boyfriend was making such a big deal about it that she was beginning to stress about being "good" at sex. She didn't want to disappoint her boyfriend for fear that he would leave her for another guy.
I tried to console her by telling her that she shouldn't stress because it would come naturally to her, and that if her boyfriend dumped her then he wasn't worth dating to begin with. My counseling did almost no good at all as Jaime became more and more stressed about having sex with her boyfriend.
This went on for about 3 months and eventually, Jaime's boyfriend dumped her. She was despondent about it, and would come into my office on every one of her breaks to talk to me about her (now) ex-boyfriend. He had dumped her the week after her 21st birthday, according to Jaime, because she wouldn't have sex with him on her birthday. She told me that she really wanted to have sex with him, but was so scared that she wouldn't be any good.
It was now summer time, and one of my favorite bars was located on the river in our city. I would go down there on weekends for a few beers and to check out all the honeys water-skiing on the river. One Saturday afternoon I was hanging out with my buddies on the deck of the bar when in walked Jaime with a couple of her girlfriends. I thought she would avoid me because she didn't want her friends to see her talking to her "boss", so I was surprised when she waved to me and motioned for me to come over to her table.
Jaime introduced me to her friends and we made small talk for a couple of minutes. As I walked away to rejoin my buddies, I tracked down the girls' waitress and paid for their next round of drinks. I continued hanging out with my friends, but every once in a while I would hear laughter from Jaime's table and whenever I turned to look, they would huddle together conspiratorially and glance at me out of the corners of their eyes.
It was close to 7:30 and the sun was going down. I was standing at the railing of the deck watching the sunset when I noticed someone standing next to me. It was Jaime; she was standing right next to me staring at the sunset as well. I could tell by the way she was swaying that she had more drinks than she was used to, and from the way her voice slurred I could tell she didn't need any more. I put my arm around her shoulder to steady her, and she slipped an arm around my waist. As we stood there watching the sunset and chatting she was stroking my waist with her hand and resting her head on my shoulder.
After a minute or two of this, I asked Jaime where her friends were, and she told me that they had left. She said she told them she would get a ride home with me. I didn't think much of it at the time because I knew Jaime still lived with her parents and I knew that in general we only lived a few miles apart.
I told Jaime I thought it was time she got home, and that I was heading home myself. I said good-bye to my buddies and began walking with Jaime toward the parking lot. She was giggling about every little thing and had such a smile on her face; she looked beautiful. We got in my SUV and I headed in the direction of the area where I thought Jaime lived. The whole drive we were chatting just as we did in the office, and I was thinking about what I was going to make for dinner that night.
When I got close to the area where Jaime lived I asked her for directions on how to get to her house. Jaime refused, and said that she wanted to see my house. I knew how stubborn she could be sometimes, and in conjunction with the alcohol she drank, I figured it would be just a quick detour. I made her promise me that after I showed her my house she would let me drive her home, and she agreed.
I pulled into my garage and let Jaime into my house through the kitchen. She sprang past me and practically ran around my house looking into all the rooms before returning to the living room and plopping down onto the couch.
"You have a really cool house", she said, "but it needs a woman's touch".
"I know", I agreed, "but there's no woman in my life right now, so that will have to wait".
"Do you have anything to drink?" she asked, and I told her that I had some bottled water or diet soda.
"Water will be fine" she said, and I walked to the kitchen to retrieve a bottle for each of us.
When I returned, Jaime was reclining on the couch and I was pretty certain she had undone a button or two on her blouse, but I couldn't be certain. I handed her a bottle of water and sat down on the other end of the couch.
We chatted for a minute or two, and then Jaime said "can I ask you a favor?"
"Sure" I said, thinking she might want some more advice, or at most to borrow a few bucks as a struggling college student.
"Will you teach me how to have sex?"
I couldn't believe those words came out of her mouth. I think my jaw must have dropped to the floor as I struggled to comprehend what she had just said. I came up with a list of half-hearted excuses to demur to her request, all the while hoping to actually make love to this beautiful creature.
She scooted close to me on the couch, and leaned in and whispered in my ear "please, do make me beg for it. I'm not leaving until we do it".
My head was spinning, I couldn't think of any more excuses, so I just let my hormones take over and I leaned toward her and kissed her luscious lips. Her lips were so soft, and her skin so smooth, I felt as if I might swoon myself. Although she hadn't had intercourse yet, it was clear that she'd spent a lot of time kissing.
She was a tremendous kisser. Her tongue would lightly flick in and out of my open mouth, and her lips were amazingly moist. She pawed at my chest, trying to undo the buttons on my shirt as we sat facing each other on the couch, our lips locked together. My head began to clear, and I knew I was already past the point of no return, so if I were going to do this, I was going to do it right.
I stood up, took Jaime by the hand and lead her to my bedroom. I sat her down on the bed and gave her a soft kiss on the lips. I stepped away, and turned on the stereo in my room so that the soft sound of jazz music filled the air. I lit a few candles that I had strategically positioned around the room, and then returned to the bed. I unbuttoned the remaining few buttons of Jaime's blouse and helped her out of it before turning my attention back to her soft skin.
