John Kellerman: The naughty virgin

"Hey, you'd best better take it easy. I don't think you're used to that much action."

"Just take me home! Please…"

Rebecca didn't know what she was going to do. But her mind was too confused and full of embarrassing images for her to reason her problem out. All she wanted to do now was sleep.

But as Nate helped her out to his car, she felt her body respond to his warm embrace. Even with the sexual energy drained from her by his hungry, yearning mouth, she still tingled when he hugged her against him. Then they were in the car and he held her, face and kissed her mouth over and over and over again. He kissed her until her small hands crept up his shoulders and then Rebecca was clinging to him, letting him push his tongue between her teeth. She was ashamed. But she kept kissing him, whimpering from the power this man seemed to have over her.

"Rebecca! Rebecca, what's wrong with you?"

"I… I'm sick," Rebecca called. She pulled the sheet over her head and wished she were a million miles away. But her aunt pounded on her bedroom door like she was going to break it down.

"Nate Winslow has called twice this morning, asking why you haven't shown up for work. You should have at least called the man and told him if you don't plan to report for your job. What on earth are you thinking about, acting like this?"

Rebecca dragged herself from the bed and went to the door.

"I'll be down in a minute, Aunt Lana."

Rebecca had known all along that she wouldn't be able to wriggle out of her problem by playing possum. She remembered too that Nate Winslow had a picture of her. A photograph of her nude, raw cunt. She could almost imagine how she must have looked all sprawled open, her juices leaking down onto the sofa cushion. Not that Nate would be so ungentlemanly as to threaten her with exposure. But just the fact that he held something so intimate made her nervous about her relationship with him. Maybe it was better to go to her job after all. She could tell him face to face that she no longer intended to remain in his employ. She wasn't going to risk temptation. Nor give him another chance to use his experience to seduce her. She'd come close enough to danger that last time.

Rebecca chose a pair of slacks and a not particularly sexy top and hurried through her breakfast. Her aunt was very put out at her and Rebecca could understand why. But she couldn't begin to explain why she'd behaved as she had. Aunt Lana would never understand. Never in a hundred years.

When she walked up to the front of Nate's art theater, the workmen were just finishing the new marquee. There were painters in the lobby now and she skirted the spread tarps and went into the office. Nate was interviewing a girl Rebecca recognized immediately. She had just graduated from high school that year; a frizzy-haired redhead who chewed gum incessantly and wasn't the smartest girl in the world by a long shot. Tammy Patterson hadn't been the model of chastity during her high school career either. There had been plenty of rumors about Tammy doing it with various members of the football squad. Or basketball squad. Or with whatever sports hero happened to be in the limelight at any given time. No, Tammy wasn't especially bright. But she had a body like a movie star and wide, large eyes. Rebecca guessed that Nate was interviewing her for a job selling popcorn. She waited until Tammy left the room before she dared say anything to Nate.

"I'm sorry I'm late. But you see, I don't think I can work here any longer and…"

"Oh that's silly." He smiled and hugged her shoulders. Rebecca stiffened and twisted away from him. Nate kept smiling his knowing smile. "Why don't you give it one more chance. Besides, there's a surprise in your desk."

"You're not even mad because I didn't show up this morning?"

"I understood why you hesitated to report for work. But let's forget all that. Now, if you could help me out with those film orders, I'd like to get them out by this afternoon."

Rebecca started to say something but Nate grabbed a sheaf of paper and left her standing there feeling stupid. Like always he seemed to have a knack of getting his way. She hadn't even agreed to go back with him and here she was, feeling half obligated to get to work.

She sat dejectedly at her desk and opened the first drawer. The small box was wrapped with a blight-red ribbon. She picked it up and put it down again. She knew that if she opened the darned thing she'd be obligated even more. It just wasn't fair!

At last she could resist no longer. She slid the ribbons off and lifted the lid. Inside, nestled in tissue paper was a pair of panties. They were incredibly sexy-looking and at first Rebecca didn't even want to touch them. She'd never even been close to anything like that. The red silk looked wicked and the white lace around the legs set off the narrow band that would cover – at least it was supposed to cover – a girl's cunt. The panties were made in the bikini style and contained no more material than a small handkerchief.

Her heart pounded as she returned them to the box and slid the ribbons back in place. Of course she couldn't dream of accepting such a gift. But she got out the work Nate wanted her to do and twisted a blank order form into the typewriter.

It was close to quitting time when Rebecca finished the orders and put the cover on her typewriter. She had still not decided whether she would continue to work for Nate Winslow or not. And though she knew she couldn't, keep the present he'd bought for her, she had started to wonder how those things, would feel on her body.

"All I've ever worn are those awful cotton drawers my aunt gets for me." Again she opened the box and lifted the dainty red panties up to look at them. They would feel terribly sexy on her. She knew how it was with such things. A girl could sort of glow all over, knowing she had something like that on her body. Hurriedly, Rebecca stuffed the things back in the box and got up.

"I can't… I just can't keep them." But she could try them on, couldn't she? Nate would never know. She tucked the box under her arm and went out into the lobby. The workmen were busy in the girls' restroom so she couldn't change there. Then she thought of the balcony. She pushed through the curtains into the darkened theater and climbed up to the highest seats. She was passing the projection room door when she heard the sound. There was no mistaking her boss' deep voice but at first she couldn't identify the girl who answered back.

She pressed her ear closer to the door and knew at once that it had to be Tammy, the red-headed girl Nate had hired that very day. And the things they were saying made Rebecca feel funny in her belly.

"Of course I'll pay you much more for these favors," Nate said, chuckling. Tammy giggled back and then all was quiet. Grasping the present Nate had given her, Rebecca went down the last row of seats. Above her head were the small, square openings where the projectors beamed the movie out. She climbed carefully to the back of a chair and slowly straightened until she could peer into the projection room. What she first saw made her almost lose her balance.

"I knew it wasn't any mistake, hiring you," Nate breathed. His arms were around the redhead's body and as Tammy squirmed happily in the embrace, he lifted her skirt and began to pet the crotch band of her panties. The blue nylon was already dark from the young girl's cunt juices. And the more Nate rubbed her there, the wetter it became.

"Ohhh, ohhhh, Mr. Winslow, I feel all out of breath."

Rebecca knew that Tammy wasn't as innocent as she sounded. But Nate seemed to enjoy the way she talked and rolled her eyes. His finger found the elastic band of one leg of her panties and he was working under it. Tammy pretended to resist. Then her eyes closed suddenly and she let out a long, shuddering breath. By the angle of his hand, Rebecca knew that her boss had just inserted his middle finger into Tammy Patterson's cunt. What amazed Rebecca was that he could reach up into the girl so deeply! She knew she didn't have any place so deep along her young crevice.