Something about Veronica, I kept repeating to myself, something about her, something about her that was unlike anything that any human, let alone human female on this planet possessed. The something could be described as innocence, an innocence that stems from an air of unreachability on my part, a quality of non-judgment that pervades her entire life. She seemed to me, to have a purer soul than everyone else I have ever met, but you couldn't tell her that, because that would make her self-conscious beyond belief. She is in her early twenties, but her parents still kept a close watch over her every decision.
I'm 25, have been living on my own since I've been out of high school, and at first had a hard time relating with the young "mama's girl," as I referred to her more than once. I had been working at the restaurant for my entire working life, but she joined the team about eighteen months ago. It was always servers competing against the kitchen staff. For some reason, however, with Veronica, we were never against each other. Her innocence kept me from lashing out at her when she was new at her job, and frankly, not very good at it. Her beauty, class, and posture, kept me fascinated with someone that I had no business being interested in, but was drawn to nonetheless.
The restaurant that we worked at could be described as a "small town, high class," type of place. The building was a landmark of the sleepy town where I lived and worked, and about a year ago, my boss, the restaurant owner let me live in an upstairs apartment, completely melting the boundary between my work and home life. I could be found at work more nights than I was off. Usually, on weeknights, I was the only cook in the kitchen, and there were only a couple of servers on the floor. On Monday, Veronica was serving, and it was a night I would never forget.
It was a slow night, the night that as a cook, you always hope for, but as a server, was bittersweet. Veronica and I often had discussions about her friends and relationships, and through this I discerned that she had had a few boyfriends, but had never gone all the way. I mentioned her innocence, and I think that she might just have been waiting till marriage to make that final step. Veronica looks at me as someone she can trust. We hang out after work, usually at my place. We even have sleepovers, her religious zealots for parents even trusting me to take care of their daughter. They just assumed that I was the nice guy who couldn't take advantage of a situation like this with a hot young girl sleeping 10 feet away from me.
The worst thing was, they were half right. I hadn't to that point taken advantage of the situation. I wanted more than anything to fuck her brains out, to strap her to a piece of my furniture and make her call ME daddy, to slam into her pussy until she cried out it pain. But these feelings only came a couple of times a day, they were usually accompanied by a fluttering of the heart and a growing of my member.
So on this Monday night, a slow night after work, we had worked out that we would have one of our sleepovers, and I made a promise that you would make a move, or for god's sake, at least tell the girl how you felt about her. Usually, during our sleepovers, Veronica and I watched tv, played videogames and ended up talking for a few hours. This night wasn't any different, but the talking seemed to come a little earlier. Veronica wondered aloud if she was making the right decisions in her life, whether waiting until marriage for sex was worth it, and whether the conservative Christian values that her parents instilled in her were of any value. She mentioned that she just found out that her parents were pregnant with her older sister before they were married, and suddenly she didn't feel that they had any room to preach to her any more.
I took all this with a big grain of salt. It wasn't usual for Veronica to get this emotional during our sleepovers, but I wanted to seem like I was there for her as a friend if she needed it, and certainly didn't want her to censor her thoughts. Veronica started saying that she trusted me more than any man she had ever met, and she knew that I wouldn't hurt her. I was sitting mere inches away from her on my living room couch, when she leaned in and said "I want to sleep in your bed tonight."
At first, I was offended. I thought, "Do you expect me to sleep on the couch in my own apartment?" But her reaction seconds after she said this illuminated the fact that she meant this as an invitation to sleep in the same bed, for the first time. My reaction, was the same as it had always been when she seemed ready to jump into a situation. "Are you sure?" and "Have you thought this through?" I didn't verbalize any of this, thank god, because that would have made me seem like a scared child, and my slow reaction time saved me.
