Straight Female / 26
My boyfriend, Darren, and I are saving like mad for a deposit for a mortgage to buy a house. Darren works overseas on a two year contract, still with a year to run, three months on and one month off. It's not the most ideal way to pursue a relationship but we manage. Next summer we plan to marry.
I head a small sales team, six girls and Kevin. Kevin works on a government training scheme so, technically, he is not a company employee. At seventeen, company rules, he's also too young to participate in any sales. So Kevin is the office man-Friday. He makes the coffee, makes sure we've all got stationary and the files are up to date. You get the picture. Don't get the wrong idea I would never undermine or demean Kevin, he's a lovely well-mannered lad. The problem with Kevin is that he's besotted with me.
Every morning there is a cup of coffee waiting for me, my desk is tidied, computer on and he dotes on my every word. This is a source of great embarrassment for me, but for the girls it's the cause of great amusement. The amusement is never vindictive they just, unlike me, find the whole thing hilarious.
If we exceed our quarterly sales target we're paid a bonus. Last quarters bonus was higher than normal. It's become a regular occurrence that all the girls go out to celebrate when this bonus is paid. I don't normally bother as all my money goes in our deposit pot. But, this time, Darren said I had worked very hard and I should go out and enjoy myself. So I did.
We'd, including Kevin, all had a great time and a brilliant laugh, We ordered three taxis to get us all home and whether by accident or design, I suspect the latter, I found myself sharing a cab with Kevin. As I was getting out Kevin, very sheepishly, asked could he use my toilet. I couldn't very well say no, this was my first mistake. My second was asking him did he want coffee. I kept up a constant conversation as we both sat on the sofa, talking about anything that came into my head. When he leaned over and kissed me I swear to god I gave him no encouragement but, neither did I resist. Not until his tongue slipped inside my mouth and his hand touched my boob did I push him away. And that's when the phone rang.
I knew, before I picked it up, that it was Darren and boy I have never sobered up so quickly in all my life. Darren is extremely possessive and protective of me. He's also obsessively jealous if I even glance at a guy while we're out together he goes ballistic. I put my finger to my lips and mimed to Kevin to keep quiet as I picked up the phone. Darren asked me how the night had gone and I tried to talk normally but my heart was pounding like a sledge hammer with Kevin sitting next to me, I was terrified. Then, after a while, Darren, as he always does, began to talk sexily and I thought oh my god what do I do now. Kevin of course could hear none of this conversation but then an even more bizarre thing happened. Before I knew anything Kevin was on his knees in front of me his head pushing into my crotch. I tried pushing him off and we struggled. I managed to get my foot on his chest and push him back but he grabbed my ankle and my legs, unintentionally, opened. All the while I was trying to have a normal conversation with Darren. I guess Darren must have, obviously, sensed something. He asked was I OK and, still struggling with Kevin, I said I was fine. But then he asked, very seriously, was anyone with me and I froze. The end of our relationship, marriage, my dream house, all gone, flashed through my head. And so I made a split-second decision and stopped struggling.
And so we had phone sex. All the while Darren thought I was playing with myself but it was Kevin who had his tongue inside me. It was all very weird, Darren talked, Kevin licked and I moaned. And, when I came, it wasn't an orgasm it was a mind boggling explosion I have never experienced anything like it, I pressed my feet down on the floor and forced my crotch into Kevin's face cumming again, and again and again.
Afterwards, Kevin was all over me and wouldn't take no for an answer. So, god forgive me I went down on him, more to get rid of him than anything else. He was very excited and the whole thing hardly lasted a minute. Then I was suddenly terrified that, somehow, Darren would find out. I swore Kevin to secrecy and he filled up saying that he would never tell anyone. He threw his arms around me and told me he loved me.
I now I will tell you the worst thing I have ever done. As the days and weeks passed in work I became paranoid about Kevin, so terrified that he would let something slip that I just couldn't do my job, I hardly slept. And then I did the awful thing, I went to see my boss and explained that Kevin was infatuated with me and it was affecting my work. I thought they would transfer him to another department. But, OMG, they sacked him - inappropriate behaviour - a lovely boy who had done nothing wrong, all he had done was fall in love.
How on earth do I live with myself?
I head a small sales team, six girls and Kevin. Kevin works on a government training scheme so, technically, he is not a company employee. At seventeen, company rules, he's also too young to participate in any sales. So Kevin is the office man-Friday. He makes the coffee, makes sure we've all got stationary and the files are up to date. You get the picture. Don't get the wrong idea I would never undermine or demean Kevin, he's a lovely well-mannered lad. The problem with Kevin is that he's besotted with me.
Every morning there is a cup of coffee waiting for me, my desk is tidied, computer on and he dotes on my every word. This is a source of great embarrassment for me, but for the girls it's the cause of great amusement. The amusement is never vindictive they just, unlike me, find the whole thing hilarious.
If we exceed our quarterly sales target we're paid a bonus. Last quarters bonus was higher than normal. It's become a regular occurrence that all the girls go out to celebrate when this bonus is paid. I don't normally bother as all my money goes in our deposit pot. But, this time, Darren said I had worked very hard and I should go out and enjoy myself. So I did.
We'd, including Kevin, all had a great time and a brilliant laugh, We ordered three taxis to get us all home and whether by accident or design, I suspect the latter, I found myself sharing a cab with Kevin. As I was getting out Kevin, very sheepishly, asked could he use my toilet. I couldn't very well say no, this was my first mistake. My second was asking him did he want coffee. I kept up a constant conversation as we both sat on the sofa, talking about anything that came into my head. When he leaned over and kissed me I swear to god I gave him no encouragement but, neither did I resist. Not until his tongue slipped inside my mouth and his hand touched my boob did I push him away. And that's when the phone rang.
I knew, before I picked it up, that it was Darren and boy I have never sobered up so quickly in all my life. Darren is extremely possessive and protective of me. He's also obsessively jealous if I even glance at a guy while we're out together he goes ballistic. I put my finger to my lips and mimed to Kevin to keep quiet as I picked up the phone. Darren asked me how the night had gone and I tried to talk normally but my heart was pounding like a sledge hammer with Kevin sitting next to me, I was terrified. Then, after a while, Darren, as he always does, began to talk sexily and I thought oh my god what do I do now. Kevin of course could hear none of this conversation but then an even more bizarre thing happened. Before I knew anything Kevin was on his knees in front of me his head pushing into my crotch. I tried pushing him off and we struggled. I managed to get my foot on his chest and push him back but he grabbed my ankle and my legs, unintentionally, opened. All the while I was trying to have a normal conversation with Darren. I guess Darren must have, obviously, sensed something. He asked was I OK and, still struggling with Kevin, I said I was fine. But then he asked, very seriously, was anyone with me and I froze. The end of our relationship, marriage, my dream house, all gone, flashed through my head. And so I made a split-second decision and stopped struggling.
And so we had phone sex. All the while Darren thought I was playing with myself but it was Kevin who had his tongue inside me. It was all very weird, Darren talked, Kevin licked and I moaned. And, when I came, it wasn't an orgasm it was a mind boggling explosion I have never experienced anything like it, I pressed my feet down on the floor and forced my crotch into Kevin's face cumming again, and again and again.
Afterwards, Kevin was all over me and wouldn't take no for an answer. So, god forgive me I went down on him, more to get rid of him than anything else. He was very excited and the whole thing hardly lasted a minute. Then I was suddenly terrified that, somehow, Darren would find out. I swore Kevin to secrecy and he filled up saying that he would never tell anyone. He threw his arms around me and told me he loved me.
I now I will tell you the worst thing I have ever done. As the days and weeks passed in work I became paranoid about Kevin, so terrified that he would let something slip that I just couldn't do my job, I hardly slept. And then I did the awful thing, I went to see my boss and explained that Kevin was infatuated with me and it was affecting my work. I thought they would transfer him to another department. But, OMG, they sacked him - inappropriate behaviour - a lovely boy who had done nothing wrong, all he had done was fall in love.
How on earth do I live with myself?
