Pulling my pants down, I sat in the chair only a foot from her bare pussy. I started stroking, imagining I could slip just the head inside her tight sleeve. I watched as juices continued to trickle out of her, adding to the mess on the table. My orgasm was building quickly from the intense stimulation of eating her pussy. I reached out and slowly rubbed my finger through her folds, feeling the wet heat. I was just about to slide a digit into her vagina when my orgasm exploded.
My plan, loosely conceived as it was, was to point my cock upwards so that the semen would land on my legs. That was my plan anyway. Instead, the orgasm was so intense that I had trouble moving at all, and the first jet shot forward and landed right on her naked pussy. My brain failed to recognize the risk as spurts two and three also hit their mark. By the fourth spurt, I was able to point my dick away and get back on plan. But by then it was far too late.
Still, my brain did not recognize the danger as I watched three separate globs of jizz slide down through her pubic hair towards the opening of her vagina. I could see that her labia protruded enough to probably deflect the flow, but that wasn’t a certainty. I started to warn her of the accident, but she’d already felt the impact and resulting ooze.
Unfortunately, her first reaction was not the best. She panicked and used her fingers to try and wipe her pussy free of the dangerous baby juice. But she moved so fast that she ended up pushing most of the ooze into her labial folds, right where her vagina was waiting. Realizing her mistake, she grabbed napkins and began wiping furiously at her crotch. I imagined that for every bit absorbed, an equal amount of semen was being pushed even further inside her.
Finally coming to my senses, I yelled, “Come with me.” And grabbed her hand and dragged her, wearing only her bra, to the company’s locker room.
We moved to the back of the blue-tiled facility, where I helped her into the shower and used the handheld spray attachment to flood her pussy with warm water. With her fingers, she separated the folds of her labia while I continued to spray. After a few minutes, I figured we’d done the best we could, so I grabbed a towel from someone’s locker and dried her. Finally, we went back to the conference room where she got dressed. Not a word had been spoken the entire time.
As she finished buttoning her blouse, I said, “Lisa, that was so, so stupid of me. I lost all control and fucked up big time. I’ll do anything to help. Do you know if this is your fertile time?”
I could see she was pissed and had every right to be. I had done the unthinkable, in a long line of unthinkable actions.
Finally, she said, “I’m angry and I’m scared. That was reckless and could screw up both our lives.” She paused, taking a few deep breaths. “Now the good news, I think, is that my period ended just four days ago. Assuming my health teacher didn’t lie to us, I shouldn’t be fertile. So maybe we got lucky. But that can never, ever happen again!”
“Of course, you’re right,” I said. “I can’t believe I let things get so crazy.”
She looked at me and I saw her demeanor soften as she said, “Well, it wasn’t all your fault. I’m the one who started everything today. Since we met, I’ve been dreaming of doing stuff with you, but for the longest time, you didn’t get the message. And I don’t have any experience with sex, and today I wasn’t as careful as I needed to be.”
“Honestly,” I replied, “the first time we met I was genuinely interested in you too.” I reached out, taking her hand in mine. “But with our age difference and your strict upbringing, I just assumed you were untouchable to me and everyone else in the office. Even if we were to admit our feelings, it’s not like your parents would approve of us dating.”
“No, they would not approve. Partly because you’re a few years older, but mainly because you aren’t of our faith. One of the benefits of my job is I have access to employee records. Your religion was the first thing I checked. And basically what I found, is that you don’t follow any faith.”
I stepped closer to her and took her in my arms and said, “Yeah, I guess your father was right about me being a heathen. My parents never went to church and never exposed me to any organized religion. I always wondered if I was missing something, but hearing about how strict yours is, just makes me sad.”
Our faces were inches apart and I desperately wanted to kiss her. Her voice became softer.
“I think in my family’s case, the strictness is less the religion and more just my parent’s way of seeing the world. And when it comes to romance, once I graduate, I can start having unchaperoned dates. And then I’m expected to be married no later than twenty-five so that I have lots of time to pop out grandbabies. It all sounds exhausting and no fun at all.”
“No fun at all,” I agreed, and leaned in and kissed her hard.
Despite all we had just done, this was our first kiss. Her lips were sensuously soft, and as the kiss deepened, we pressed our bodies closer together. I could feel the suppleness of her breasts on my chest as my hands slid down and massaged the cheeks of her amazing ass. I pushed my tongue through her lips and enjoyed the taste of her. She timidly responded with her tongue and soon enough, we were in sync. As our tongues danced, I squeezed her ass as she moaned into my mouth.
I felt my cock start to stiffen and I came to my senses. Breaking the kiss, I pulled back and tried to untangle from her embrace. It took a few seconds for me to force some space between us.
“Wha, why did you stop?” she gasped. “I was enjoying kissing you.”
“Yes, I was enjoying it too, but we have to stop teasing each other. We just agreed that this can’t work, and I like you too much to lead you on and break your heart.”
I saw her eyes fill with tears as she stepped back from me, turned, and headed for the door. “Too late.” was all I heard as she disappeared into the corridor and left the building. Her parting words were like a punch to the gut. I now fully understood that my mistakes had taken us too far down a path with no exit. Feeling like shit, I gathered all the erasers and headed outside to clean them.
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After the holiday, the office returned to normal, except for Lisa and me. She kept herself busy, but avoided me as much as she could. When we did speak, it was only about business stuff, and our lunches together were now ancient history. I felt terrible, but had no idea how to repair the damage. I wanted her desperately, but what was the point? Any kind of relationship with her was doomed the moment her parents found out.
It had been about two weeks since our sex play in the conference room and it was still too soon to know if she was pregnant. Back then, home pregnancy tests didn’t exist. So the only way to know for sure was to wait to see if she missed her period and then go to a doctor for a test to confirm. And to add to the stress, summer was waning and Lisa had about six weeks left before school started, and her internship would end.
Feeling like I needed to do something to move the needle, I stopped by a florist on the way into the office and blew an obscene amount of money on flowers for her. I got into work early so that the gift was on her desk waiting for her. Because the snoops in the office would witness the gesture, I added a card that read: ‘Lisa, for the best intern an office could hope for. Thank you for all your tireless efforts in helping keep us organized. And a special thanks for keeping those dirty erasers clean. Love, your office family.’
I was in a meeting when she found the flowers, so I was robbed of seeing her initial reaction. I knew that to anyone else in the office, this just looked like a gift from the boss to a departing employee. And since the boss was out of town, it would be easy for the illusion to hold. But I knew that Lisa would see right through it and understand the real intent. She finally caught up to me right before lunch.
“Hi there,” she began. “Long time no see. I guess you heard about the flowers I got?”
Yeah, I heard you got a fancy arrangement from the company for all your hard work.”
“That’s very funny,” she replied. “Yes, they are beautiful, and I can say with assurance that something hard was involved.”
Her comment caught me mid-sip of my coffee and as I laughed, I snorted liquid out of my nose.
She swung her hip, bumping me on my side, and said, “Gotta be careful with those spurting liquids. I don’t know how much more this poor office can take!”
And with those simple words, I knew we were okay again.
“Join me for lunch?” I asked.
“Yeah, I think that would be nice. See you at noon?”
At noon, we met in our usual spot, which was the most secluded of the picnic tables. It was a warm, muggy day and the landscaped surroundings were in full bloom. Our table was in the shade of a large oak tree, and as we sat I could hear the murmur of conversations and the buzzing of bees as they toiled among the flowers.
“I missed you,” I began. “These past weeks have been very lonely.”
She looked at me with a trace of sadness. “Yeah, I missed you too. I’m sorry I’ve been so distant. I have all these thoughts banging around in my head and I can’t sort things out.”
“Look, we have only two options as I see it. Like binary code, we have two possible paths. Either we run out the clock doing nothing and you leave at the beginning of September with us never knowing what could have been. Or we make the most of the time we have now and at least have memories to sustain us after you leave.” I placed my hand on top of hers and continued, “I vote that we use every second of our time now to nurture our affection. We can’t predict what might happen after that. We can only live within the moment.”
I could see the wheels turning in her brain. Finally, she said,” What you’re saying is intriguing, but it’s not like we could date or anything. No one in public could see us, at the risk of my parents finding out. So what could we even do?”
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