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After I got out of the Navy I used my G.I. Bill to go to school and ended up getting a job as a Data Analyst. I ended up in a small town in central California. When I say 'small town' I mean one of those smaller cities that borders a big city and is included in the 'Metropolitan population'.
When I applied for the job it was the middle of summer and I was thankful for the air conditioning when I showed up for the interview. They had Ansel Adams posters hanging on the walls and an extremely comfortable couch in the lobby. Thankfully the couch wasn't leather, the air conditioning was nice but something about a leather couch makes me uncomfortable. I don't know exactly what it is, but I don't like them. I don't like looking at them, sitting on them, moving them, or even thinking about such things.
I was called back and had my interview went well. The boss (David) didn't seem to care much about my qualifications, rather he was interested in my grades in school. He said that the job was a breeze if you're a good student and teachable. I made Dean's List in school and I graduated my Navy training with a 98% in my class. In fact, my picture is still on the wall in the halls of the Pensacola schoolhouse because we were a "hall of fame" class.
The rest of my interview was basically talking about movies and video games and books. He showed me around the office and introduced me to the other guys and the office ladies as "the new analyst" so I was pretty sure I got the job. That was confirmed when we went back to the office and he offered me the job and asked me when I could start. He told me that he was hiring a Customer Service Representative and that he wanted her and I to start on the same day, so we coordinated the date, shook hands, and I went home.
My start date arrived and I showed up to work in a light blue polo and some nice, dark blue jeans. David greeted me and appeared to be wearing a very similar outfit.
"Hey Jason, go ahead and have a seat in the conference room. Once Tess gets here I'll bring in all the orientation packets and let you guys click your way through the PowerPoints."
Tess arrived and I looked her over without being obvious about it. She was almost as tall as me, I would put her around 5-8 or 5-9. She wasn't exactly skinny or fit, but she wasn't fat either. She wore a green dress that had a V-neck but didn't show any cleavage. Her breasts were big enough to get a handful, but not big enough to notice in her dress. She wore plain silver stud earrings and had a small star tattooed on the inside of each wrist. The one thing that stood out to me was her ass.
Her ass was the only part of her body that the dress clung to, it stuck out like it was begging to be slapped and fucked. If Tess went to the gym, the only thing she did were squats. Years later I still stroke myself to the thought of her ass. She introduced herself and pulled out a chair then sat down.
We exchanged pleasantries and as we clicked through the PowerPoints and it became clear that she grew up with brothers and always had male friends. Every time she saw something that even vaguely resembles a penis or boobs she pointed it out and we laughed. We got along and as a formality we exchanged phone numbers, you know, since we were coworkers. Plus, she had a boyfriend named Ernie.
Months went by and it also became apparent that Tess was a very open person. Especially when she ended things with Ernie. That was a doozy. Turns out that they didn't live together and every time she brought it up her would avoid the topic or find some reason that they shouldn't. Well one weekend she ran into Ernie out in public when he said he was going to see his parents and he was with a 5 year old kid. I guess Ernie had been hiding his baby mama and kid from Tess the whole time. What's worse is that he was actually dating baby mama but she didn't want to let him move in unless they got married, so he basically juggled Tess in his situation.
Tess and I were smoking a cigarette on break one day after discussing Ernie and she brought up their sex life.
"You know, I think I get why he lied though. Most girls don't do anal, and the girls who do don't really enjoy it, they do it because guys enjoy it. But my medical condition makes vaginal sex painful so I've been taking it in the ass for so long that I've come to enjoy it and it actually makes me cum." She took a drag of her cigarette as I nearly choked on the smoke from mine.
I looked at her in astonishment. We had talked openly about sex and sexual experiences before, but it was mainly in vague terms and describing an overall experience. We had never been that straightforward about something like that and never about a specific act.
"You know," she continued, " I was almost going to try to get him to play out my fantasy. Fucking prick."
"What?" I wasn't really asking a question. I was really just exclaiming because I was so taken aback. I found her mildly attractive and yes, I had fantasized about her a few times, but I had never actually thought about trying to fuck her. Well she must have thought I was intrigued about her fantasy because she kind of half-grinned for a second before continuing with a straight face.