It was the beginning of summer and that always meant that the new interns would soon be shuffling in fresh-faced, eager and naïve. Everything we all were once but lost for one reason or another. But it'd been four years for Sara. She could have taken any other internship she wanted but she always came back. I don't think she even needed to intern with us since this was her last year and she was planning on going to law school. Most of the gossip around the office pointed toward the fact that Sara was the boss' niece but I knew better. Sara came back for me.
Knowing that Sara was coming always made my stomach flutter. For some reason, I was always nervous around her. But then she'd corner me in the supply closet and I'd forget my own name. It was my lips she craved, my pussy she ached for, my strong arms holding her down that she came back for year after year.
And oh man was she delicious. Sara always tasted like salt water taffy. Tart and sweet yet the perfect combination of wet and soft. And at the same time, she was the epitome of refined. She had full, chestnut brown hair. She was long, lean and graceful. Her face looked like it was made to be framed by glittering jewelry and fine clothes. Perfect, pouty red lips. Small, pointed breast with the most mouthwatering nipples. Soft, shaved pussy lips that I swear she moisturized daily. Freshly manicured and pedicured. Just perfect.
The first year I met her, I was fresh out of art school. I swear I did my best to soften my butchy look. I made an attempt to wear tinted lip-gloss and even tried my hand at skirts and heels. But I couldn't go through with it and in the end, I decided a compromise would have to do and settled for wearing a bit of rouge.
Sara had just begun working on her BA in English Literature at Columbia. She had nothing to do that summer so Madeline (the boss) decided that she would pair us so that I could help entertain Sara. The fact that I was new myself didn't register with Madeline but I was more than happy to help. I don't know what it was, but I swore I saw a mischievous twinkle in Sara's eyes and thought that, at the very least, babysitting the boss' niece would break up the monotony of the workday.
At the time, the job was something to do. But the minute I met Sara, she was something I wanted to do for now or for always. I wasn't sure. All I knew was that my pussy wept just thinking about her and I always looked forward to the arrival of the summer interns.
On the morning of her first day, I led Sara into the supply closet to show her where everything was and noticed that Sara was observing my movements and instructions from across the room but she didn't seem to be listening. Her eyes were intently focused on my mouth and she'd clasped her hands tightly behind her back, like she was hiding something. I stopped mid-sentence when I noticed her lips quirk into a sly smile.
