I had just graduated high school and was working at the factory all summer before I went off to college in the city. Being an intelligent young man from a rural community I hadn’t really “lived” much- I had never had sex, never even had a speeding ticket. It was pretty much a boys’ club at the factory and the only women there where much older and pretty unattractive to my standards. Then one day a new summer college intern shows up, the whole factory seemed to stand still. She was about 5’7”, curves in all the right places- dirty blonde hair and a great tan. He deep green eyes met mine across the aisle and she must have noticed how I blushed and looked away. Her name was Kimberly, a cheerleader from my high school that every guy lusted after. She was a lifeguard through high school so whenever we went to the pool we’d always have to hide our erections by the pool wall whenever she walked up to her chair in her dark blue bikini.
Kimberly worked in a part of the plant well within my view, and within the first few weeks she started eating lunch with some of us that had went to high school together. I collected my nerves every day before lunch just to be able to talk to her for a whole half-hour. After a while I calmed down and talked to her just like a friend, and as things normally do between friends the conversations gravitated toward sex. We’d talk about pornos and the people we’d like to make love with, what we like to do in bed and all of that. Most of us where lying about our experiences in the bedroom, but the images of Kimberly’s stories were enough to get me through the days.
One day at lunch we were talking about threesomes and Kimberly said she’d always wanted to be in bed with two guys. She always wanted to be the object of lust for multiple men, and at first the thought appalled me- all of the guys at lunch said there’s no way they would get into bed with another guy. When I returned to my work area at the factory I started to mull over the idea- getting a chance to be in bed with Kimberly was definitely worth it. I talked to this guy Steve that worked in my area; I figured he was the type of guy that would try that sort of thing. He was down for it, so I waited after work in the parking lot to talk with Kimberly. At first she seemed a bit apprehensive, explaining that it was just a fantasy. From somewhere I got a shock of confidence and ran my fingers through her hair, looked into her eyes, and told her that I knew she wanted me. I wasn’t a bad looking guy and I had caught her looking a few times. I wrapped another arm around her back and kissed her gently, nibbled on her upper lip and moved my mouth to her ear.
“I know you want this,” I whispered between heated breaths,” You’ll do anything for me.”
She looked lost and weak, as I stepped back I brushed my hand against the side of her perky C-cup and traced the line of her cheekbone with my free hand. She leaned against my car and looked up into my eyes, nodding yes.
The next week my parents were going on a cruise and I had the house and liquor cabinet to myself. I told Kimberly to come over about 9 and Steve would be coming over a bit later. When she arrived she was wearing a sheer sundress with a pair of sandals. I could tell by the sway of her breasts that she didn’t wear a bra. When I opened the door she really took my breath away, I put an arm over her shoulder and breathed in her intoxicating perfume. We walked into the den and I opened the liquor cabinet and asked her if she wanted a drink. She wanted one but didn’t know what was good, so I made her a slow screw. For myself I poured some of my father’s 12-year Glenlivet into a tumbler and we took our drinks into the parlor. We sat down on my mother’s velvet sofa and I could tell Kimberly really liked the feel of the fabric on her smoothly-shaven legs. I rubbed her thigh as we sipped our drinks and asked if she shaved everything. Without answering she wiggled on the sofa and her sundress rode up her thighs. I was amazed; she was wearing no panties and had a very clean-shaven mound. I rubbed a bit higher and teased the very highest point of her thighs. I could feel her heat, but I needed to have control- so I pulled my hand away.
“More drinks?” I grabbed her glass and left her on the sofa breathing heavily.
As I was pouring the orange juice into her drink I felt her hand come up under my arms and a gentle kiss on the back of my neck. Her hands slid down my stomach and found my stiffening member, rubbing it from the outside of my khakis. I finished making her drink and tried to turn around but she pushed me into the bar and grabbed my balls roughly with her hand. Once I relaxed she relaxed her grip and slowly massaged the insides of my thighs as I had earlier done to her. She was moving back up my body when she grabbed my shoulder and turned me around. She moved up to give me a kiss, then backed away and asked for her drink. She allowed a small smile to slip onto her face as I gave her the slow screw and replenished my scotch. We had just started sipping when the doorbell rang.
