This story is the first I have written and felt compelled to put online. It is a work of fiction based heavily on events that I've experienced, a couple female friends, and other things that have shaped me as a person. While many people seem to prefer writing stories that get down to business, so to speak, I wanted this one to feel somewhat more realistic in terms of dealing with personal issues that come into play with a sexual relationship. Thanks for reading! I appreciate any comments, feedback, or advice.
Introduction
Growing up I took to strong morals and could have been considered a goody-two-shoes type of guy. I didn't touch drugs, smoking, or alcohol at all. Nor did I delve into any sexual adventures of any kind. In fact I was never in any serious relationships. While my intent to keep my virginity intact until marriage was something I had no desire to dismiss, I often longed for a relationship. At times I even found myself wanting to simply experience touch, smell, and pleasure of lying naked next to a naked woman even if we weren't doing anything sexual. But I didn't put that at the top of my priorities since my studies, work, and other activities were more important to me.
So at age 25, molded by that desire to stick to my morals, I still found myself as someone who had not yet been in any relationships, and was still a virgin yet not ashamed of that fact at all. Only at that point my desire to experience the physical side of a relationship was much more intense. In fact it was that intensity that ended up getting the best of me.
My job as a programmer at a medium sized company placed me in contact with most of the fellow office staff there in some way. Whether it be the occasional passing and greeting, or working daily on a project, I knew pretty much everyone, and was well liked and appreciated. I enjoyed that position and my work as well, finding that it was both challenging, intellectually stimulating, and a great opportunity in which I could continue to build my knowledge. So I had no desire to do anything that might put my job security in jeopardy.
Despite my great liking of my job and the people who I worked with, I let my strong desire for a physical relationship get the best of me. I'd never have expected to find it taking place with one of my coworkers, something which went against both my morals as well as my desire to avoid any possibility of losing my job.
The woman who finally fulfilled my hunger for physical affection was part of our purchasing department. I'd worked with her on a project in the past, and for the most part before and after that, our interaction consisted of only passing each other in the hall or small talk while we both happened to be getting a beverage in the break area. Normally this type of thing wouldn't even make my think twice about a woman. Yeah, beauty certainly makes a man's mind dwell on a woman, and this woman was a beauty. But a handful of chance greetings throughout the week weren't something I considered to be the first steps towards a sexual relationship.
This lady was different though. She had a playful nature, bordering on flirtatious in a harmless way. Ann was her name. She was around 40 years old, about 5'6" tall, built athletically with what appeared to be ample breasts that she always kept well concealed in her modest clothing. Her hair was very blonde, curly, and about neck length. And her face, while not unattractive in anyway, was one many men might not think of as stunning. Overall she was an attractive woman, but by no means a trophy. The thing that always got me looking at her was her ass. Now there were a number of attractive women that worked there, many of whom were my age, but none of them had as nice a posterior as Ann. While she did dress modestly, her pants always seemed to make her butt look fantastic. The best days were Fridays when she'd wear jeans. Nothing conformed to the shape of her ass like jeans, and whenever I saw her wearing them I made a point of walking behind her just to get a good look.
Now that I've made it clear that I found this lady attractive, I should also explain that I had no intent of ever engaging in a physical relationship with her. None whatsoever. Again, I had every intention of staying a virgin and not putting my job at risk. On top of that, I had no idea if she was married. Meddling with a married woman was something I vowed that I would never do. As it turned out, things would work out much differently that I would have anticipated.
The whole situation that I'm going to lay out in the rest of this story started on a Monday morning when Ann came to me requesting my help on a project that I'd worked on in the past. There were some enhancements and changes that needed to be made to one of my applications, and my programming was needed to make that happen. Ann was the person who'd taken the responsibility of making sure it got done. The big problem was that, due to some upcoming deadlines that her and her coworkers needed to meet, they would need my programming done within one week. It wasn't something I'd preferred to rush through, but when the orders came down from the company president, you didn't think twice about doing whatever was necessary to fulfill them. That Friday, after a week of fast food and long hours, we finished everything we'd set out to do. That's when things started to get interesting.
Part One
"I think that's it." I glanced at her as we sat back after reviewing everything that we'd worked on.
"I think you're right. I'm so happy we finished on time. You have no idea how much this means to me Scott." She was smiling at me. "How about we go grab some real food to celebrate? I'll buy."
"Well if you're buying, then I'm all for it." I was sick of eating fast food all week, and the thought of real food, even if it wasn't homemade, sounded excellent.
"Great. I'm going to drop this stuff off at my desk. How about we meet in the lobby in ten minutes?"
I agreed to her plan and we went about our business. After quickly organizing the paperwork on my desk, shutting down my computer, and stopping in the restroom, I headed for the lobby. She walked in less than a minute later.
"Change of plans. How'd you like some homemade grub instead? I left my credit card at home and I've got no cash on me."
"I don't mind paying." I replied.
"Oh come on, you're not going to pay for anything. I owe you for your hard work this week, and that's that." She informed me as we were walking towards our cars.
"I guess there's no point objecting. I'll follow you to your house."
My mind wandered for most of the drive. I was tired and hungry but in good spirits now that the weekend had arrived. With no big plans ahead, I was going to do nothing but sit around and be lazy.
We arrived at her house in about ten minutes. It was a nice house. Two stories, a grayish-blue color with white shutters, and surrounded by a well kept yard. As a whole it had a very nice feel to it.
The inside was the same way. There were lots of pictures of various landscapes, which I found out later were photos that Ann had taken, crafty little shelves that supported various knick-knacks, plush furniture, and many other things that offered a comfy feeling. I liked it.
"I'm going to change out of these work clothes and then we'll check out the food situation. Make yourself at home." She said as she put her work stuff down and headed to her bedroom. I took the time to look around a bit.
A few minutes later she returned wearing a dark t-shirt and running shorts. Modest yet comfortable.
We wasted no time heading to the kitchen after that. "Let's see what we can whip up." She rummaged around in a few cupboards and in the fridge. "How about some subs? I've got lots of lunchmeat and everything else we need."
"Good food and no cooking? How can I argue with that?" I smiled as I started to help her get everything out.
