Story 32
Summary:
Dawn, a nineteen-year-old virgin. She’s at college and she’s got an interview for a weekend job. When she arrives, she has a good feeling about things right away.
Jack and Paul, mid-thirties. They are interviewing Dawn when Jack decides to give her a tour of their house, where they work. When he took her upstairs, they started to have some fun. Then, Paul joins them as well.
Threesome, oral, titty sucking, spit roast, fingering, jerk off, pussy licking, blow jobs.
Dawn awoke early, ready for her interview. One of her friends had asked her the night before if she was nervous and she had just shrugged. What was there to be nervous about, really? She had every faith in her ability to get the job. And if she didn’t get it...well, then, that was their loss.
She was full of confidence. She always had been, and it had always served her well - at least, up to this point in her life.
She was nineteen years old and had recently come away to college.
Other people she had known back home had been nervous about what lay ahead for them, but Dawn had been sure that she would thrive when she got there, just as she had thrived when she had been in high school. And, so far, she had been right.
She had been popular at high school and she’d had no reason to think that things would be any different when she got to college. Sure enough, as soon as she had arrived she had found people wanting to befriend her and people inviting her to parties and social events.
It seemed to come quite naturally to her. After all, she was a naturally attractive and outgoing person.
Dawn was slightly below average height with a great figure. She was slim, but with great curves. Her ass was a perfect peach, her breasts were large and succulent. Despite her below-average stature, her legs still seemed long and toned.
She had dark blonde hair that seemed to shine lighter whenever it caught the sun.
It came slightly below her shoulders. Her skin also seemed to glow with a permanent honey hue to it regardless of the season.
Her eyes were big and green, her lips full and there was something about the way that she would look at a person that would make them feel as though they were all that mattered to her - it left them with a feeling of being desired by her, and stirred their own desire within them.
She knew the effect that she had on people - especially men - but there was no arrogance about it. It was simply something that she accepted as a part of her life. She’d had plenty of interest from guys at school and now that she was at college the trend continued.
There were plenty of opportunities for her to have some fun with the guys that she met and she loved taking advantage of those opportunities. However, there was one thing that she didn’t tell anyone - not even her closest friends.
Because the truth was that despite the opportunities that presented themselves to her, she was still a virgin.
She knew that she could have lost her virginity on plenty of different occasions but something had always held her back.
There were plenty of guys that she met who she liked and who liked her back but somehow it had never seemed right for her - somehow just liking them had never been enough.
She wanted something more, she wanted some other feeling, something that she didn't quite know how to put into words.
They had all been good guys, hot guys, guys that she was sure she would have had a good time with - but somehow they just weren't right for her.
Somehow there had never been the fireworks that she knew had to be out there somewhere for her.
Sometimes she got frustrated with the situation. She would tell herself that she needed to stop hanging around, stop wasting time, go out there and just do it, that maybe she was placing too much importance on that first time and that she should just get it all over and done with.
Then, at other times, she would find herself with a guy - maybe a guy she had met at a party, or who had taken her out on a date, and she would be close, so close, to just doing it, but something would always end up holding her back.
She would tell herself, "this isn't right, this isn't how I want it to be," and she would back off once more.
If only she knew exactly what it was that she did want, and how she wanted it to be, then it might have made things easier.
However, she only seemed to have this vague idea in her mind about how she wanted things to be.
Recently she'd been with one guy - they had met at a party and he had driven her home afterward - and sometimes she wondered if he could have been the one for her.
He was good-looking and charming. When he had dropped her off at her place, they had suddenly been kissing right there in the car.
She had felt one of his hands on her leg.
She had tight jeans on and his hand squeezed her thigh, moving up, up, closer to her crotch.
When she looked back on that moment she kept thinking that all she’d have to do would be to say to him, “do you want to come in?”
and that would have been it. He would have known exactly what she meant.
She could have led him inside and then, as soon as they had got into her room, they could have done whatever they wanted to do, anything at all.
She thought about it - getting him into her room, how excited they would both be.
She would have pushed him back against the door and gone to him, kissing him.
None of that was anything new. But there would be a change in the mood - she was sure of it.
There would be knowledge, an expectation, that things were advancing to something else - something which she hadn't ever done before.
She wondered what it would feel like, how this guy’s attitude to her might change. She thought about leading him over to the bed - leading him with both of her hands in his, the two of them smiling at one another.
She'd pull him down onto the bed, pull him down to her. They'd be kissing and feeling his body. She'd feel his hands on her as well. She'd feel him pushing up beneath her top, beneath her bra to find the softness of her breasts.
Then she’d roll him over onto his back, wanting to take control of the situation, wanting to show him just who was in charge here.
She thought about straddling him, leaning down to kiss him, feeling his body between her thighs.
She thought about his hands on her body then, squeezing her ass, running up beneath her top, maybe pulling it off.
Then she’d straighten up and look down at him with a knowing little smile.
She’d undo her bra and look at the wonder on his face as he saw her breasts exposed.
She thought about his hands on them, his mouth on them.
She thought about how good it would feel, thought about rubbing her crotch against him.
She imagined them undressing each other and then their hands, their mouths, all over one another. She thought about licking, and tasting, his body and what it would feel like when his mouth was moving all over her body as well.
And then what? What would it feel like to touch him...down there? What would it feel like to take hold of his cock? To feel it in her hand? What would it feel like when his own hand went down between her legs? What would it be like to have him play with her down there?
She had played with herself before, on hot nights when she had been alone in bed, feeling horny and wanting some kind of relief, but she wanted to know what it would be like when a man touched her down there.
What would it be like to feel his cock inside her?
Would it hurt? What would it be like to get fucked by him, to ride his cock, bringing herself to ever greater heights of pleasure, to bring him that ultimate pleasure as well?
It hadn't happened, though. She had gone inside all alone and been left wondering whether that was the opportunity that she should have taken.
It wasn't something that she worried about too much, however, and now she had other things to focus on.
She had found a job that seemed perfect for her - a weekend, part-time job working for a business that described itself as a "start-up" - a new tech company that two men were starting.
She already had visions in her mind of how she was going to get in on the ground floor of something which could end up becoming huge.
She told herself that if this company was going places then she wanted to be right there, going places with them.
On the morning of the interview, she chose a smart outfit for herself.
She chose a smart skirt that ended just above her knees - showing off her legs but not too much of her legs - and a plain, white, blouse.
The blouse fit her well, holding quite snugly to her breasts.
She liked the way that it seemed to showcase her great figure while still looking professional enough for an interview.
She left her hair loose, cascading down her back.
When she felt as though she was completely ready, she looked at herself one final time in the mirror - licking her lips and pouting seductively at her reflection - before leaving the house.
She drove to the address that she'd been given. She didn't know that much about the vacancy except that they had told her they were starting it up in one of their homes.
Therefore she wasn't surprised when she found herself in a residential area.
They were nice houses, she thought to herself.
It seemed to her that these guys were probably already pretty successful.
She wondered just what it was that they had planned for their next move.
She was feeling even more excited. She didn't let the impressive houses daunt her in any way - instead, they made her feel even more excited. She wanted to be a part of this.
She pulled up outside the property and knocked on the door. After several seconds it was answered by a man dressed in a smart shirt and trousers.
Straight away, she was struck by how good-looking this man looked. He was dressed sharply, which certainly helped, but at the same time it was more than just the clothes making him look good - he made the clothes look good as well.