With three female thirty-somethings working in the office, the new intern heard a variety of opinions on college life, dating and men in general. She worked part-time between classes at the local state university. Full of personality and charming from head to toe, she is bubbly beyond description and a delight. The young mothers in the office, all attractive and enjoyable in their own right took every opportunity to chat and share. Having recently pledged a sorority and as a freshman living on campus, her social scene knew no ends and she was constantly responding to overtures made by young, horny, and attracted suitors.
And so it began. Every Monday upon her arrival, the young co-workers would hear about the previous weekend from the younger intern. From blind dates to sorority parties, she would relate her experiences to those probably reliving their youth and college lives with each story. With my office door opening to her desk, I could occasionally enjoy the conversation as well, hearing the youthful giggles and the innocently probing questions about each male companion.
Amelia was from a nearby town and could very easily and economically have commuted to her daily classes, but being a bright and outgoing girl and mature for her age, she was allowed to take up residence in a dormitory and experience the independence of living away from her home which was a mere twelve miles away.
At first, Amelia was able to maintain the small-town values and morals that had accompanied her to her first year of college life. She had been the homecoming queen, a cheerleader, an honors student active in her church and just prior to her matriculation had been voted queen of a local festival celebrated over Labor Day in her hometown. She had always been the All-American girl.
Amelia's social life continued to consume her hours away from work and the classroom so she had lots to discuss with her co-workers. Early in the week she informed us of an upcoming hayride and a date she seemed to being looking forward to more than any other she'd had. She had spent some time with the young man at a previous party and later discovered from classmates that he was considered a real catch. Amelia and her friends thought she was lucky to have attracted the interest of this one. She spoke effusively of him with her co-workers and social life mentors at work who were more than happy to render advice and tips on hayride dates and inherent vulnerability and exposure to male advances. Overhearing these conversations, I began to listen more intently and observe Amelia when she was within sight.
As the hayride weekend approached and the occasional conversation occurred outside my office, I began to notice a loss of Amelia's smile as each conversation ended as if she was not getting the advice or suggestions that she needed for this next social encounter.
Finally, Friday arrived and due to vacations and work schedules I found myself in the office alone with this lovely nineteen year old college freshman. All work done for the day and nothing left on the schedule, I suggested to Amelia that we call it a week, lock up and start our weekend a few hours early. She smiled meekly in agreement and started to gather her things as I locked the front doors of the office and prepared to head to my car in the rear parking lot and to the cold beer that awaited me at a local bar.
Amelia stood to leave but before leaving her desk asked, "Do you have to be somewhere soon? I was hoping to ask you a question."
Noticing nervousness in her voice, I felt a need to answer her question. The beer could wait.
I invited her into my office and rolled two conference table chairs out so we could sit more closely and without my imposing desk between us. I wanted her to be comfortable talking to me, not the "boss," although I still knew nothing of the subject matter of her planned inquiry. She sat on the edge of her chair as I leaned back in mine.
"What would you like to talk about, Amelia?"
"I really like working here, Mr. Miller, and..."
"Derek, please. Call me Derek."
"I really like working here, Mr... uh, Derek, and I'm afraid that what I'm about to ask may jeopardize my job. I've been struggling all day about whether I should ask you, but with the weekend about to start, I just decided I would go for it."
"Amelia, I hope you know you can talk to me about anything just like you chat with the girls here in the office," I said as I admired her youthful beauty and stylish college-age garb. This was the first opportunity I had to talk one on one with her and to absorb more than just her welcoming smile.
"I love talking to the girls and they have been so helpful to me as I get used to college, but I also hear how they talk about others, including their friends, and I know they can be very judgmental. I know I cannot ask any of them what I have finally the confidence to ask you. I also listen to how you talk about people and I think you are much more open-minded and forgiving than they are."
"Well, thank you, Amelia. I've made similar observations about them, and I'm glad you feel comfortable talking to me. So, what's on your mind?"
"'Comfortable' may be a strong word, but here it goes. Have you heard me talk about this hayride coming up? You keep saying 'Do you have a hot date', and actually I do. The problem is, I am so inexperienced that I am afraid I'll do something wrong and this will end up being my first and last date. I just don't want to blow it!"
Amelia's face grew a deep red, and she chuckled, "Well, actually I do, but I don't know how."
Taking a moment to fully comprehend what she had said, I started slowly, "Amelia, are you asking me for sex advice?"
"No, well, yes. I'm sorry. Maybe we should just go home and forget I even asked."
"Actually, you haven't asked anything as yet. Let's continue this conversation." I demanded as I sensed some excitement in my being.
"Okay. I'm going to tell you what I need to know."
With that, Amelia began a history of her sex life. This beautiful young co-ed began telling her sixty year old boss of all her experiences. As much as I wanted to interrupt for more details, I couldn't stop the flow of youthful sexual exuberance being shared.
Amelia began with her recent coronation as festival queen. Local festival organizers, including a handsome young couple that was known to have an "open" marriage, praised Amelia's beauty as she appeared at all the festival events and represented the community in local parades and pageants. She was required to wear the traditional queen's costume which included a short skirt and a top that had a plunging neckline. After donning the outfit the first two or three times, the conservative Amelia broke with her personal "rules" and began leaving both her bra and panties at home believing it allowed a better fit. The "freedom" was exhilarating and made her feel sexy for the first time in her young life.
Traveling from appearance to appearance took a toll on Amelia's family so she began accepting rides to her various gigs with the young open marriage couple. On one occasion she traveled far enough away that it required an overnight and the couple arranged to stay at a motel and planned to travel home the following morning. To save on expense, a single room was reserved with two double beds. As Amelia curled up in her bed for a good night's sleep, the couple commenced with rather noisy lovemaking. This was a first for Amelia and as she tried to ignore the couple, it triggered feelings in her that she could not deny. The young couple was clearly attempting to impress Amelia with their sexual exchange and made no effort to be discreet in the presence of the innocent roommate. In fact, they were passionate in their lovemaking and loud!
Amelia was unable to leave the room and truthfully did not want to escape this voyeuristic opportunity. As her hands began to creep under the football jersey she wore to bed to squeeze her puffy nipples into hard pearls of delight, she chirped a sigh of satisfaction. As she realized she had become unintentionally vocal she glanced at the young couple to see if they had heard. What she saw were two sly smiles from overactive mates. Amelia turned down their offer to join them, but in a moment of courage and excitement asked if she could continue to watch. The couple resumed what turned out to be an all-night session while Amelia explored her body as she drank in the sexual exploits of the two lovers in the other bed. It was at this moment that Amelia, festival queen and All-American girl was exposed to passionate lovemaking and the thrills that she found in her own body.
Adjusting my seating to account for the raging erection resulting from hearing this teenager relate this experience, I asked, "Have you had sex, Amelia?"
"No, I'm still a virgin although I think back to that night in the motel and I still get excited, if you know what I mean?" she stated and half-asked.
"So, is there more to your story?" I asked while clearly aroused at hearing a college coed relate the annals of her young sex life.
"Well, it kind of leads up to my question for you, but let me tell you more."
Amelia then began to say how she had met her "hayride date" at a sorority/fraternity trade party. He had obviously taken a liking to her and eventually they talked and danced throughout the evening. Concerned about drinking underage, Amelia had nursed the concoction of various liquors and fruit juices contained in a barrel from which all were imbibing. With warnings from parents, friends, and co-workers circling in her head, she was cautious although feeling the effects of her community cocktail. As the evening continued, she found herself in a darkened corner with Scott (sharing his name for the first time) and they began kissing and snuggling totally disregarding the party around them.
"I don't think I was drunk, but I was certainly tipsy. As we kissed, I felt the same feelings I had when in the motel room with the couple that night. I couldn't resist when he squeezed my breasts, but I wouldn't let him get inside my clothes. He was gentleman, I guess. So now he asked me on this hayride. I know what makes me feel good and I am excited about letting him go farther, but I'm not sure what I can do to please him. I can't ask the girls at the office because I'm afraid of what they might think, so here I am talking to you."
A thousand thoughts and reactions coursed through my body as I gathered the words to respond. How do I respond? If she has the courage to raise the subject with me, how much information should I offer, and how? Now it was up to me to summon some courage.
