Intern romance

I've been working for a big computer company for about a year and a half. Being internal has been a great experience for me. I've learned a lot about supporting computer systems (things I had to learn because I'm not older than CS). Since I intervened here, many other inmates have come and gone. Some have liked me a lot, while others were happy to avoid. Most of the other inmates were from regional universities, but there was a couple here and there in high school. Most of them were in different departments, however. Still, there is a midwife among the "grunts" as we nickname ourselves, and we often spend our lunch hours together.

A lunch about a month ago, which was the beginning of the summer, I noticed the various new people in our ranks who would join us for the summer. Presentations were made, and I quickly got to know most of the new inmates. Being the "patriarch" of the inmates (I had worked there more than twice as long), they asked me many questions about how it would be to work there. They ask me this question only for every new intern.

Although I have seen many interns come and go in my time, some catch my attention. With some it's because they're excellent workers and I can trust them to do things. Others are very fun to eat. They keep me laughing all the time. One, about 2 months after I started, had the most beautiful pair of breasts I think I've seen. Monica was another one of those. I couldn't talk to her much that day, because I was busy talking to everybody. It was evident from the people I was in high school with.

Monica was awesome. It was 5'4" (I am a bad judge of the height of other people... I could be anywhere from 5'2" to 5'5"). He had long hair and big brown eyes. She was very tanned (pretty awesome considering it was just the end of May). His body seemed pretty good, but he couldn't say it for the clothes he was wearing. Sometimes clothing is not so revealing. But I figured everything was immaterial because it was in high school. I thought the oldest that could reasonably be is 17. That would give us four years. That may not make much difference when you are much older, but now... (especially considering the age of consent is 18 in this fine and conservative state).

I worked for a week before I met her in the building. I had to lose lunch for that week because I was with systems analyst at a customer site. I was in the mail checking my mail and making a couple of copies of a client application form when you entered. He didn't notice me right away and he went to put some cards in their respective mailboxes. I said hello and turned around, scared.

"Oops... I'm sorry for scaring you," I said.

"Don't worry, I didn't see you when I came in. "

"How's your job going?"

She proceeded to tell me she wasn't very excited about her work. It was very boring for her. It was a "grunt" in the true sense of the word. She did all the work that no one else wanted to do, like making copies for everyone in the branch, file stuff, and delivering mail. If you hadn't guessed, she was in the administrative department.

I did my best to comfort her, telling her that she would improve as people realized she could do better work and more complicated tasks. I said this while I was leaving the post room back to a station room to do more of my work. He surprised me when he followed me there, continuing our conversation completely.

I sat down, and she said, "So this is where you've been hiding!" I explained to him that he was in the place last week. He said he wondered what happened to me. I thought that meant I was looking for myself. They flattered me. But not optimistic. We talked for a long time and then he came back to his apartment.

We talked a couple more times about the next two weeks. Things went well, it seemed. But he was reluctant to make any kind of move because he didn't want to jeopardize our working relationship. I thought nothing would evolve.

It was Friday afternoon, and I was tied up some loose ends in two different projects that I finished before that day. There was a knock at the door of the working room (the door was closed to shut down the noise of marketing representatives chatting outside. I screamed for whoever was going in. Monica came in.

We've been making fun of nothing in general for a while. Then he stopped, clogged and finally asked, "John, what are you doing tomorrow? Would you like to meet?"

I was stunned. Simple and simple. I never expected it.

"Ahh... sure, I'd love to. What do you have in mind?"

It turned out that she hadn't thought so far in advance. We decided a day on the beach. We've set a time and a place to meet, and then he's gone. I sat down and wondered what was really in his mind. She was beautiful, but she was 17. I never felt older in my life. Having a young woman (relatively speaking) seems to like something like that to a person.

I was at the designated place on time. Actually, it was a little early. I didn't want to look anxious, but I couldn't help it. I waited and waited. He didn't show up. I began to think they had deceived me. That marked me in the mind for about 5 minutes.

I heard they called me, but it was distant enough to sound like it was from any specific direction. I turned around a couple of times to see if I could locate the source. I finally saw her say hello. I was already on the beach. Looks like he wasn't the only one who was anxious.

I went out and I almost dropped my towel. It's good that my sunglasses have mirrors, because my eyes got really big when I saw her in bikini. A small bikini.

He had a small chest, but nothing to complain about. It was his legs. They were long, tanned and perfectly formed. I was surprised. Of course. He woke me from my underwear walking towards me and hugged me shyly. I whispered a greeting to her in the ear while all my inhibitions about her having 17 were flying.

We sat in the sun for half an hour. She got into her stomach all the time, taking a big look at her ass. It was nice, tight and fit. It was clear that he had not been to college to experience the "freshman 15". I had what my friends and I referred to as a high school ass. Beautiful.

He jumped out and shouted something about "the last is the rotten egg" and went to the lake. I was up and behind her, but she still hit me. We ran and went out to the dove when the water was deep enough and went out into the deepest water. We stopped when the water was on my shoulders. I made fun of being the rotten egg, and I chased it. I threw her as far as I could when I finally caught her. Soon I caught her again while she was cleaning the water from her face.

I did as if I were to throw it again, but she put her arms around me and approached. I realized we wouldn't be on the beach for much longer.

He hugged me a few minutes. I could feel his firm breasts against my upper chest. I hugged her for what looked like 10 minutes. We finally broke up, and I started kissing her. His lips were very full and very soft. They were hot too. The kisses started to get hotter and hotter before we finally broke the kiss. "I was wondering when you would finally do that," he said as he looked into my eyes.

"So this was just a trick to get me out of here and take advantage of me?" I asked him through a smiral.

"Yes"

"Oh, okay, just checking."

We kissed a little more and then she said she wanted to leave. "Let's get out of here somewhere more private" were his exact words, I think.

We returned to my apartment, a small two-bedroom apartment in the city centre. As soon as we passed through the door, everything was left of our hands and we met in a warm embrace. After a couple of kisses, I felt his tongue "burned" on my lips, so I broke my lips and met his tongue halfway. We've spoken to our tongues for a long time. We took turns; my tongue would look for his mouth and his tongue would explore mine.

Meanwhile, our hands explored each other's bodies. My hands came down from his back to his beautiful ass. I stroked both cheeks and found out it was as firm and tight as it looked. He came up and grabbed my ass.

Still the lip, I picked it up and we got slowly to the bedroom. I took my time so I wouldn't bump into something and kill us both.

I put it in my bed (actually a futon) and we keep kissing. Soon, I got as bold as to remove the top. Surprisingly, his bikini bra came out without a fight. Obviously they make the shoots of those less complex than the bra broochs.

My hands went up their ribs and began to caress their breasts. I pulled each other's exterior and moved my hands down. She grinded her breast in my hands, trying to make me take more of her breasts in them. I wouldn't have any of that. He stroked their sides, moving slowly in. I could say he was getting hotter from passion in his kisses.

I finally got to the nipple and started touching it with my thumb. In the first contact, he turned quietly. I played with his nipples a little bit and then I put my attention on his neck. I kissed him and I licked him. I was going to change and bite her ear. Trying to breathe, I exhaled his ear and shook again. Looks like he liked his ear blowing. So I worked that in my routine.

Soon after I lost my shirt and played with my nipples. It was hard and that made me harder. I grabbed my hands in his bikini bottom and petted his cheeks. I took a hand between her legs and started feeling her clitoris. I almost screamed. At the same time I started sucking his nipples. He started grinding against me. His hand changed my crotch and started strangling my penis. I got bolder and looked at him to take the bottom off. She turned away from me so she could get them out of her easier. My knifes soon followed.

We just stroked. I played with her clitoris and then slipped a finger inside her. When I did, I'd get even stronger, almost for pain. I started slipping my finger and she started shaking. I could say he was on the threshold of an orgasm. A couple of quicker strokes and then a very deep push with my finger and she shook, her body shaking with her orgasm.

He looked at me with a smile while I pulled my finger. "Would you like to have sex with me?"

I looked at her for a moment. He caught me on guard again. I just felt. She proceeded to put on my hips, but I stopped her for a second. I got to the kiosk and got a condom. "We'll need this so he's not a father for a few years before he's ready."

She just shook her head. "I'm on the pill." She proceeded to explain that she had very bad cramps during her period, and the doctor prescribed them to remove the edge. Apparently, it worked. I made sure I wanted to go through this, and then I blew it in the back.

I was against his opening, and I tried to calm down. I couldn't. It was too tight. "Are you a virgin?"

"No, I first had sex when I was 13. I did it a couple times. I haven't had sex since. "

So I took my time. I moved the head of my penis between his lips, covering it with his lubrication, then I tried to enter again. It was so tight that it really hurt a little. I took my time slipping. I retired and pushed again, feeding me little by little. I could say I was hurting her for a whip she let go, but she said go on. After about 5 minutes, I was all the way.

We started very slowly, making sure we didn't hurt ourselves. Soon we started getting a rhythm and our tempo got up. His groans got a little stronger and then he got into me, hugging me strong. He screamed right next to my ear, almost getting dirty.

She let go, blinking and whispering "Oh, my God." I kept pushing, though softer and at a much slower pace than before.

He looked at me. "That felt so good!" We got hooked up because I wanted to try to be on top. When he turned back, he almost fell. His whole strength was gone.

He went up and led me slowly. She went down all the way down my length and sighed with pleasure at the bottom. He started to move and his groans hit a fever field immediately. I got into it, finding it down. After just a couple of minutes of this, he shouted again with orgasm. Oh, my God, that feels amazing!" I can only agree. It was very close to the security point.

"Could you take me back? I asked myself how that is, but I never did it like that," he asked. I said yes and we changed position again.

I found the hole and the cod right now. What little lubrication won't do! I took her hips and started putting her back in me, pushing at the same time. I could feel the pressure on my testicles start building, and I knew my shift was around the corner. I started pushing with fever, losing my rhythm sometimes. I got into it one last time, so I got the way I got here. She groaned while I felt my hot cum in her.

Although they spent me, I was pushing, trying to build on the emotion that he received from feeling me getting into it. I felt her vaginal muscles start to swell, and she started to groan loudly. My pushes grew deeper. I retired all the way and then pushed all the way. I felt her body shook in my hands as she orgasmed again. We collapsed together and soon slept.

We woke up at 8 pm. She looked at the clock and was worried about being home later than she had promised. I told her to tell her mother we went out for dinner. She agreed. Deep kisses and I took her to her car. I kissed her again and stayed there while she was away.