Chapter 8: Amanda

I was nervous. I admit it. The most beautiful girl that I have ever seen was about to walk into my office, undress herself and ask me to have sex with her. Yes, it’s my job, and yes, it’s what I have been doing with several other young people since I graduated from college early this summer. But ... this girl is different! Not only is she beautiful, but the chemistry between us when she was last here is something different. It is unlike anything I have ever felt with anyone else, including a girl in college to whom I had strongly considered proposing.

I heard her light tap on my office door and acknowledged it. When I opened it, she slipped in and closed the door behind her, pushing it shut firmly and then securing the deadbolt as well.

“Hi. Did you miss me?”

I smiled and replied, “The easy answer is yes, of course, but that’s really not the correct answer. I’m twenty-three years old, you’re fifteen. I have dated dozens of girls in my life, some more intensely than others, and I have met you once, for three hours and have not seen you since then. I’m afraid to say this to you, but since you left two weeks ago, there has been a large part of my heart that has been missing. So, yes, I missed you.”

At which time she planted the most passionate kiss imaginable on my lips. When we finally broke off that kiss, she stepped back and asked, “Would you like me to undress for you?”

She pushed me backwards onto the bed and stood a few feet away. I would have been perfectly content to just sit and admire her beauty, but she had other ideas. Her blouse came off quickly and she hung it over the arm chair and then reached behind her back to unfasten her bra. It, too, went to the arm chair as she turned and presented her breasts, those long narrow breasts tipped with glorious puffie nipples. There was not the slightest sag to her breasts, despite their length; they stood upright, her nipples aimed straight at me.

She twirled slowly, much like some models on television I have seen, and while her back was to me, she un buttoned her shorts and allowed them to fall to the floor. When she resumed her spin, I was quite surprised to see that she was naked.

I took a very deep breath, exhaled and said, “Oh, my.”

We began like lovers, lying beside one another, kissing and caressing. Eventually I mode down a bit so that I could kiss her breasts and tease her nipples. She was so emotionally worked up that she had her first orgasm of the afternoon when I put my lips on her breast. When her breathing resumed to something close to normal, I moved lower and buried my head in her crotch, stabbing her opening with my tongue and then moving it up the lips until I fond her clit. It was only necessary for me to blow lightly on it, and then place my lips around it when her legs slammed sharply against the sides of my head. She was ready and I entered her slowly and carefully, but continued all the way in. There was no hurry, really. My strokes were tender but firm enough to arose her to a third orgasm.