It was a beautiful Monday morning in mid April, the last snow on the ground just melted away. I woke up in a good mood, unusual for a Monday, so I decided to leave early and have my coffee at the Starbucks near my office.
Our city has more than 4 universities attracting students from everywhere in the country and the rest of the world as well. In fact, the campus of one of the best universities in the country is around the corner from my office.
The Starbucks was packed at this early hour. Mid April is the start of exam season and you can see that clearly on the faces of the student crowd at the place.
After waiting in line for 10 minute, I got my latte and Danish, now to try to get a place to sit, that was a challenge. I found a seat sharing with a group of students. I took my seat and started on my coffee. Obviously they were foreign exchange students and the language they spoke was very familiar to me. It is the language of my native country where I was born.
Maybe I should have introduced myself first. I am Ben, a 48 years old accountant, immigrated to this wonderful land over 25 years ago. I am a junior partner in an accounting firm downtown, a father of two young adults and divorced.
I was able to pick-up most of the conversation from the student group next to me, they were obviously very anxious about the exam later in the day. Most of them spoke in the same accent which meant they all come from the same region.
One girl in that group stood out and really attracted my attention. I would say she is in her early twenties. She had attractive wide dark brown eyes and one of the sweetest smiles I have ever seen. Like most of the people born to our homeland, she had wavy black hair and smooth light olive skin. Very lively, her sweet giggle filled the place and was very distinct although there were almost 70-80 people in the place.
Our eyes met few times across the table, she did not hold a long look; I could not stop staring at her. Her baby face was engraved in my memory. I really liked what I was seeing. Amazingly, not once did anyone from her group call her name, so I never get to know it.
A glance at my watch told me I must go, it was almost 8:45 and I had to be in the office. As well it made me realize the huge age difference between myself and this group of young people, especially that beautiful girl.
Ohhhh GOD, what would I give to be in my twenties again.
It was extremely busy in the office. We are in the midst of tax season for both corporations and individuals. The day flew-by; I did not get time for lunch, just had a fruit at my desk. Round 8 pm I was closing my computer and packing my things calling it a day. While driving away from the building I passed by the Starbucks and could not help remembering that beautiful girl.
On Wednesday, the same week, I remembered that this was a "no-car day" for downtown, so I decided to park my car outside downtown and take the Metro. 2 stations exactly before my office, the beautiful girl from Monday came on. She did not notice me, she was completely concentrated in a discussion with her friend.
We both left the Metro at the same station. I was able to get a better look at her body. She had a really nice body, 5'4" tall with at least a C cup breasts. The thing that stood out the most was her bulbous ass that swayed when she walked. Her friend in contrast was very thin and had a kind of a military marsh.
They took the exit closest to the campus while I continued to the exit inside my office building.
All day I could not take my mind off of her, neither could I dismiss the image of her delicious swaying butt.
Day after long day passed by, the tax season came to end. Only the late filers are calling now. Like every other beginning of May, the CVs for internship started coming in. we receive 20 on average. Each partner of us five, can take only one. We went through the CVs and decided to invite 10 to interview so we can choose the most suitable 5. Most of the CVs we got were for students who were graduating or going to post graduate studies.
We decided on the 10 that we shall invite, of which 3 were foreign exchange students.
On the day of the interviews, I was getting out of my office to go to the meeting room where interviews were conducted, when I saw her.
It was the girl from Starbucks, she was there sitting in the waiting area in front of the reception desk. She was totally engulfed in her thoughts and did not even notice me pass by.
In the meeting room, the internship candidates came in one after the other, she was the seventh. During the interview process, she was looking at me trying to remember where she would have seen that face prior.
The interviews went well and we decided on the 5 we shall take in, she was one of them. Usually, we accepted internships that have the potential to be recruited and would be part of the team of the firm. That meant local persons that live in our city. On that day we made 2 exceptions an exchange student from China and the young lady from Starbucks. They were both very sharp and we believed they had a bright career ahead of them.
Her name is Dina, she is 22, as I learned during the interview. She was assigned to me for training, meaning she will be here everyday working with my team until August 20.
We learned, as well, that her plans are to go back to her country and marry a distant cousin she was promised to, as the traditions of that culture. That was her response to a question from one of the partners if she intends to stay in this country and build a career.
In the following weeks, she was working with my team and myself very closely, I was really fascinated by her intelligence as well as her beauty. I have always been aroused by a female's intelligence.
My admiration towards her grew and I felt that she was a bit attracted to me. All the time I kept reminding myself that she is young enough to be my daughter and that it was not conceivable to expect anything to happen. Yet, I remained hopeful or wishful, whichever way you might want to look at it. Every day brought us a tiny bit closer. We shared a cultural similarity, as well as the language although we did not speak much of it, but it made her feel closer to home, especially that she had no family here.
I completely took her under my wing and attempted to teach her all the secrets of the trade that I posses.
Late June, it was the deadline to submit the periodic sales taxes reports on the next day. We were working late on one customer's messy account. Most of my staff left, I was staying behind along with Dina. I ordered some light foods that she also likes and we continued working late. I was really enjoying it and was not in a hurry to finish work. While working on the file our eyes met several times, in one instance, we had a very long deep look into each other's eyes. The looks told many things that we both felt would not better be unsaid in words.
Round 10:00PM we finished the file and were ready to leave. It was very late, so I offered to drive her home. She accepted immediately; in fact I saw what I believe was a spark in her eyes.
During the short drive to her place, we both were silent. My hand was on the gear shifting stick when I felt her hand touch mine. I looked towards her; she had this deep, tender look in her eyes. I was taken a bit but did not attempt to move my hand. Neither did she.
When we reached her place, she did not attempt to open the door to leave the car or even move her hand away from mine. I turned in my seat to face her. She managed a smile and said she is not looking forward to see her roommates. They are always negative and jealous of her success.
"Would you like to have a coffee or a juice somewhere?" I asked.
"That would be great" she instantly and shyly answered.
I drove away.
We drove to a nice place I know in the old part of the city where they play live music. After we sat down she ordered an apple juice and I ordered a scotch with cola. The discussion was very interesting and it lead up to talking about personal lives. I told her that I am divorced with 2 young adults' daughter and son, who are studying in another city and had no girlfriend for almost 18 months. I learned that her parents are from the working class, they work hard to put her through the best education possible. Sending her overseas for a better education had cost them a fortune. She has an older loving brother, he is very supportive of her quest to become a successful professional.
She was engaged to a distant cousin, as customary in that culture, she was promised to him when they were both very little.
It was getting very late so we decided to go. I helped her into the car and we drove away. At a traffic light, I turned my head to look at her, she was already looking at me. Spontaneously, I neared my face to hers and kissed her on the lips. She did not attempt to move her lips away and she kissed me back.
