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 between us. 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?”

“Well, other than the two nights you have church services, you could tell your parents you’re staying late for more computer training. You’ve learned so much that you could easily prove to them that you know your stuff.” Building up my enthusiasm, I took both of her hands in mine. “Then maybe once per week we both leave work early, and I drive us to the next town where we could see a movie or have a romantic dinner. Then I could drive you back home and drop you off at your usual bus stop.”

I could see she thought this idea had some merit. She was smiling and nodding her head as I spoke. Squeezing both my hands, she said, “Since I have three free nights, maybe we could have two dates per week?”

“That would be even better, and it would only be for these remaining weeks, so hopefully your parents wouldn’t get suspicious.”

We discussed it through the rest of our lunch break and settled on a schedule we thought would work. That night, she let her parents know that with so little time left, she wanted to cram in as much free computer training as she could. Luckily, they agreed and we began our secret romance.

The first week was wonderful. One evening we caught the summer blockbuster movie, and on the next date, we had a nice candlelit dinner at a small, intimate restaurant. After each date, we took some time to park in a secluded area and smooch and fondle each other. Since it was summer, it was too sunny to do anything riskier than rubbing boobs and crotches through our clothes. After every date, I had to jerk off to relieve my stress once I returned home. I imagined Lisa was just as frustrated.

During our second week of dating, Lisa relayed the wonderful news that she had gotten her period and our pregnancy scare was over. That same week, our company announced that the following Monday was a special office holiday and that everyone would get the day off with pay. As soon as I heard this, I went looking for Lisa.

“I have an idea about next week’s day off,” I began. If you don’t tell your parents about it, they’ll assume you’re working, and we could have the entire day together. I’d pick you up at the bus stop and we could head over to the big amusement park. It’s only about an hour’s drive. Then, if you’re willing, I could get us a hotel room where we could finally have some privacy.”

It was a lot for her to process all at once. Lying to her parents, getting a hotel room, and keeping secrets, were scary for her. But I would not push. This was an open offer that she could easily refuse.

“Oh, wow,” she replied, that’s a lot. I mean, it all sounds like fun, but it’s not without risk.”

I watched as she considered the possible risks and rewards. I imagined her strict upbringing was at war with the natural rebelliousness of a teenager. But she also knew our time was short and that this might be the only opportunity to take our relationship farther.

“Okay,” she finally said. “Let’s do it!”

We managed to get through the week without any stress, and both of us looked forward to Monday. The weather was forecasted to be great, and the park was not expected to be crowded. I splurged and made a  reservation at a luxury hotel for our date and paid extra for a noon check-in time. If we were to pull this off, I’d need to have her home by eight o’clock to mimic a normal workday and the extra hours of training. So I wanted to be able to use the hotel room as long as possible.

Monday rolled around and as planned, I picked her up near her bus stop. She was wearing her usual office attire but after climbing into my car she pulled some casual clothes out of her bag and through a series of moves that would’ve impressed a gymnast, she managed to change her outfit completely. I had a hard time keeping my eyes on the road as various parts of her body were exposed. Once dressed, she wore a creamy white halter top without a bra and short denim cutoffs. She’d swapped her dress shoes for sandals, and for a moment, I thought of skipping the amusement park entirely.

“That outfit looks great!” I said in amazement. “I didn’t think your parents would let you wear stuff that sexy.”

“Oh, they don’t,” she said. “If they saw me in this, I'd be grounded for a year. No, I borrowed this outfit from one of my girlfriends. She knows about today and is sworn to secrecy.”

We hit the park and managed to find a decent parking spot. Being a workday, the park wouldn’t get busy until later. As we walked to the entrance, I couldn’t help but admire the bounce and sway of her unrestrained breasts. Just in the short distance we covered, I could see her nipples responding to the friction of the fabric rubbing against them. I made a mental note to make sure we tried at least one of the wet rides.

We spent the next several hours hitting every major attraction. The log flume was as wet as I expected, and I was delighted to see how transparent her halter became once it was soaked. Her nipples and areolas were on full display and from what I could see, she was not embarrassed in the least. She was beautiful and self-confident enough to enjoy her assets. As we walked around holding hands, I felt honored to be with her.

Having exhausted the main attractions, we took a break and had a quick lunch in the park. It was cool in the shade and we both had fun people-watching. Checking the time, I realized it was a little later than I expected, so I felt we needed to get moving.

“It’s a little after noon,” I said. “The park is great fun and if you’d prefer to spend the rest of the day here then I’m fine with that. But if you’d like some snuggle time, we can head over to the hotel. It’s attached to the park and only a five-minute drive.”

This was a big moment and I held my breath waiting to see what she’d say. I truly had no specific goal in mind for the rest of the day. I mainly wanted to be alone with her and maybe elevate our petting to the next level. There’s only so much we could manage parked in my car, and the hotel would be a significant upgrade in privacy.

“Today has been great so far,” she began. “I’ve never been to an amusement park before, or gone dancing, or done anything most people get to do. So if this was all we did, it would still be the most wonderful day. But with my time at work ending, and realizing I’ll soon never see you again, I think I want to go to the hotel to spend a few hours without the world intruding. Can we go now?”

“Yeah, I would like that,” I replied. “Every moment is precious, and I want to spend as much as I can with you.”

Her face lit up with the most brilliant smile and she kissed me on the lips. It was at that moment I realized I’d fallen for her, even though our situation was impossible. As we walked back to my car, my brain churned trying to find a solution. But no brilliant answer sprung forth, and I had to accept the dismal reality that some things were just not possible.

We quickly reached the hotel and walked up to the front desk. This was a four-star hotel and the superb experience began the moment you entered the lobby. From the thick carpeting and fine furniture to the huge crystal chandeliers and soft classical music playing in the background, you were enveloped in luxury. I had rarely stayed in such a facility, and I imagined this was entirely new to Lisa.

‘Hello sir, madam, welcome to the Park Towers,” said the smartly dressed woman behind the plush counter. “How may we be of service today?”

“Hi, we have a reservation for one night under the name Sanders,” I replied.

She efficiently ran my name through her system and said, “Ah yes, here it is. A party of two for one night in our grand suite. Is this correct?”

“Yes, correct,” I replied.

I saw Lisa’s eyes widen at the mention of a grand suite. I saw her mouth silently form the word ‘what?’ expressing her surprise and disbelief.

“And I see you have only the one bag sir?” the clerk asked pointing at the leather duffle I was carrying.

“Yes, just the one bag. My wife and I travel light and since we’re only visiting the amusement park this trip, we’re keeping things casual. And I won’t need assistance from a bellhop this visit, thank you.”

I saw the clerk’s eyebrow raise at the word ‘wife’ and I imagined she wasn’t buying a word of what I was selling. But ever the professional, she simply handed me the room key and a few brochures.

“I hope you and your, ah, wife have a pleasant stay with us. If there is anything the hotel can do to enhance your experience, please don’t hesitate to let us know.”

She gestured to the next guest in line, and I realized we’d been dismissed. I took Lisa’s hand and we walked to the bank of glass elevators.

“I almost cracked up when you called me your wife,” Lisa giggled. “And you booked us a suite? How romantic.”

“If this is to be our only time together, it needs to be special. And I always want things for you to be special. As for calling you my wife, I know that was silly, but I wanted to have a little fun with the clerk.”

We reached the fortieth floor and walked down the plushly carpeted hallway to our room. Huge vases of fresh flowers were set every twenty feet, filling the air with a wonderful scent.  Next to our doorway was a gold plaque inscribed ‘Grand Suite B’. I opened the heavy door and we stepped into the large space.

The suite was easily three times the size of a standard room. The sleeping quarters had a king-sized bed with an enclosed bath and a separate dressing area. The floor of the main room was sunken, and all the furniture faced the 30-foot wall of floor-to-ceiling windows. The room overlooked the water park and beyond that, the huge Ferris wheel. It was impressive.

Lisa ran to the windows and stood gazing at the spectacular view. I walked up behind her and placed my hands around her waist and kissed her neck.

“The view from here is spectacular,” she squealed. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this high up before. The park looks entirely different from here.”

“Yeah, this is pretty sweet,” I replied. “I’ve never stayed here before, but I’ve been told it’s worth the expense.”

I left her at the window while I walked to the phone and ordered a bottle of expensive champagne to be sent up. I also ordered a bowl of strawberries and some fudge sauce for dipping. I wanted to go all out and make this an afternoon she would never forget.

Kicking off my sneakers, I walked back to the window, where she was still enjoying the view. She turned to face me and wrapped me in her arms. Leaning in, I kissed her hard, savoring the soft warmth of her lips. She kissed me back as our tongues performed a mad dance, savoring each other’s taste. I sucked on her tongue as she moaned softly into my mouth. Sliding my hands down her back, I was delighted by the feel of her naked skin. Moving lower, I didn’t stop until I was cupping her firm ass cheeks. I squeezed gently, loving the feel of her well-toned ass through the thin denim shorts.

Her breasts were pressed to my chest, and I realized they were the one part of her body that I hadn’t yet seen naked. Hopefully, that would change today. She hugged me back, squeezing me hard, like she was desperately trying to hold on to this moment forever. I guess we were both a bit desperate at the thought of our affair ending. A knock at the door interrupted our embrace.

“Who could that be?” she asked, confusion in her eyes. “No one knows we’re here.”

“You’ll see,” I said, smiling.

I crossed the large room to the door and opened it. A uniformed attendant wheeled in a silver cart holding an ice bucket chilling a bottle of champagne. There were also two covered plates and two champagne flutes along with cloth napkins, wet wipes, and other sundry items. A fresh, dewy rose stood tall in a crystal bud vase. It was a nice presentation.

“Would you like me to open the bottle, sir?” the attendant asked.

I replied, “Yes, please.” And watched as he skillfully popped the cork and put the bottle back on ice. He then quickly lifted and replaced the lids on each dish, showing me their contents. All looked perfect.

I tipped him and waited until he left our room as Lisa walked over to see what had been delivered. She lifted one lid and saw a dozen, large, fresh strawberries along with some chocolates arrayed on a crystal plate. Lifting the other lid revealed a small silver bowl filled with fudge sauce. Underneath the bowl was a small alcohol burner keeping the sauce warm. Finally, she reached for the bottle, turning it in the ice to read the label.

Her eyes widened and she said, “Champagne? Really? You went all out for me, thank you. And the strawberries and chocolates look scrumptious. Do you do this for all your girlfriends?”

I blushed and said, “Well, there haven’t been that many girlfriends. And no, I’ve never done this for anyone before. But you’re so special, I tried to do everything I could think of.”

“I’ve never had alcohol before, though I imagine that doesn’t surprise you. I’ve never even seen my parents drink. Can we try it now?”

I lifted the bottle and filled the two glasses. I handed her one and took the other, raising it high.

“A toast,” I began. “To you and me and the most wonderful summer two people ever had.”

She smiled as we clinked glasses. She took a cautious slip and giggled as the bubbles tickled her nose. She took a second sip and I could see her savoring the foreign taste in her mouth.

“This is wonderful!” she exclaimed. “A little sweet and it goes down easily. And the bubbles on my nose are just plain fun.”

I watched as she took several more sips, emptying the glass.

“Whoa, slow down there,” I cautioned. “That stuff will sneak up on you, and we can’t have you getting drunk before I take you home.”

“Well, to be honest, I’m trying to work up my courage. I know we wanted a hotel room to have some privacy and maybe fool around a bit, but I’ve made a decision, and I’m scared you won’t think I’m being rational.”

I wasn’t sure where she was going with this. Was she considering telling her parents about us? If that were the case, I’d be on board with it, since it might mean we still had a chance for a relationship.

“Lisa, love, you can ask me anything. I care deeply for you and would never reject anything you said. What’s on your mind?”

She took in a deep breath and said, “Oh my, this is harder to say than I expected.” She paused again, eyeing the champagne glass. “Could I have a splash more of that?”

I poured her an inch of liquid and watched as she downed it in two quick swallows. Suddenly, a loud belch escaped from her lips and she quickly covered her mouth with both hands in embarrassment.

Laughing hard at the sudden sound, I said, “That had to be the sexiest burp I’ve ever heard!”

I saw her face flush red and then she was laughing too. It was just what we needed to break the tension.

“My, that was rude, but I do feel better.”

I stepped closer to her and took her in my arms and said, “So, what did you want to ask me?”

I felt her take another deep breath before speaking, “Our time together has been wonderful and I wish it would never end. But we both know that can’t be. You and I have done things I never thought would have happened until I was married. And before my life goes back to what it was, I wanted to ask if you would be my first. If you could make love to me and give me memories I can cherish forever. Would you?”

I was stunned. Sure, I had always hoped in the back of my mind that we would have sex at some point, but with our time growing shorter, it seemed a remote pipe dream. Even with the hotel room, I never expected to go beyond anything we hadn’t already done that night in the conference room. And frankly, some mutual oral sex would have been just fine. But now…

“Lisa,” I began, “I don’t know what to say. I’m honored that you’d trust me with something as important as taking your virginity.” I paused, looking deep into her eyes. “And of course, making love to you would be an unbelievable experience, but have you really considered this? There’s no going back from your first time.”

I saw she had started to cry. Her emotions must have been maxed out and now that she’d asked her big question, everything was spilling over. I took her face in my hands and kissed her. I hoped I’d said the right words because I didn’t want to injure her feelings in any way.

“Yes, I’ve thought a lot about this,” she replied. “No one’s ever made me feel the way you do, and no one has ever treated me with so much kindness. From my first day in the office, when it seemed like everyone else hated me, you reached out and gave me a lifeline. And it only got better as time went on.”

I kissed her soft lips again and said, “It took no effort on my part. I quickly realized that not only were you beautiful, but that you were also damn smart and a real delight to be around. So whatever I did was mostly selfishness on my part to keep you in my life.”

She hugged me tight, burying her face in my shoulder. I heard her muffled voice ask, “Does that mean you accept my request?”

The thought of having sex with her was already waking up my cock. I pressed my bulge against her body and asked, “Does this give you an idea of my answer?”

I felt her hand slide between us as she grasped my cock through my shorts and squeezed. Now it was my turn to moan. I slid my hand down and squeezed her breast, feeling its soft warmth.

“May I undress you?” I whispered. “Please?”

She took my hand and led me to the bed. Without saying a word, she stood in front of me and cocked an eyebrow as if to say, ‘what are you waiting for?’

I reached behind her and untied the lower knot of her halter top. This allowed me to slide my hands under the shirt and cup both breasts. I squeezed each supple, warm globe, feeling her nipples harden against my palms.

“Well, now,” she cooed. “That feels wonderful.”

I reached behind her neck and untied the remaining string and stepped back, watching the shirt fall to the floor. She was naked from the waist up, and her breasts were on full display to me for the first time. I leaned down, taking her entire areola in my mouth, and sucked like I was trying to drink. My tongue slid over the hard rubbery tip of her nipple and I heard her gasp.

“Jesus,” she whispered, “That feels so fucking good!”

I smiled around her nipple as she used a word I didn’t even think was in her vocabulary. I moved to her other nipple, giving it equal attention. I felt her grab my head as she pressed me tighter against her chest. After a few more nipple licks, I broke free to continue undressing her.

I unsnapped her shorts and yanked the zipper down. My need was such that I was having a difficult time being gentle. Grabbing her waistband, I slipped her shorts to the floor, where she kicked them aside. Now she was completely nude except for her plain white, modest-cut panties. I could see that the vee of fabric between her thighs was quite damp from her excitement. Reaching down, I cupped her warm pussy in my palm and squeezed gently.

“Mmm, mmm, that feels so good,” she said with an ache in her voice.

I pushed the fabric into her wet groove and slid my finger up and down, feeling the juices seep through the cloth. I was frantic to fuck her but also wanted to revel in some glorious foreplay. Sliding my fingers under the elastic waist of her panties, I quickly slid them down where they too were kicked to the side. I couldn’t stand it, I had to look.

Stepping back, I dropped to my knees and looked at her pussy. Her blonde pubic hair was saturated with juices, allowing me to see the pinkness inside her labia. Spreading her lips with my fingers, I buried my tongue into the warm, wet crevice and licked her from bottom to top. As my tongue grazed her clit, she cried out from the intense pleasure. Up and down my tongue glided until she cried out again.

“Oh! Too much, knees getting weak.”

I stood up, lifted her into my arms, and threw her on the bed. I took ten seconds to strip off my clothes and position my head between her legs. I buried my face into her pussy, filling my nostrils with her tangy, sweet scent. Her juices flowed freely as I licked and lapped up every trace of her honey. I plunged my tongue deep into her vagina while massaging her clit with my fingers. This was the magic combination as her orgasm hit quickly and her body began convulsing. She’d grabbed the back of my head, forcing my tongue deeper inside her as the walls of her vagina spasmed. Sweet nectar flooded my mouth as her orgasm washed over her. Slowly, very slowly, her body relaxed as her climax faded.

“Oh my God,” she repeated over and over.

I saw her chest heaving as she drew in big gulps of air. I moved back and sat between her legs, just so I could enjoy the view of this beautiful woman in post-orgasmic bliss. Her nipples were stiff arrows pointing toward the ceiling, and she had the biggest smile on her face. I suspected she’d just had a great experience.

“You know,” I began, “as great as that was, sex can be a hundred times better. So save some energy for round two.”

She pulled herself to a sitting position and looked at me. I saw her glance down at my crotch, seeing my hard cock pointing upwards. My pubic hair was saturated from my pre-cum, and my cockhead continued to dribble as I sat looking at her.

“Looks like you need some relief,” she said, pointing at my erection. Can I help with that?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” I said as I moved to the edge of the bed and sat down. “Why don’t you kneel on the floor over here and you can say hello?”

Within seconds, she was between my legs and holding my rigid shaft in her hand. She stroked me a few times, smearing the pre-cum all over my cock. This made masturbating me much easier, and the more she stroked, the more pre-cum oozed over her hand. My cock tingled with pleasure.

“It’s like a leaky faucet,” she said and giggled. “It just won’t stop dripping.”

She leaned forward and licked my pee-hole and then swirled her tongue all over my glans. The sensation was so good, my cock pumped out another blob of pre-cum. Then she opened her mouth and sucked in my entire cockhead, enveloping it in her wet, warm mouth.

“Goddamned, Lisa, that feels like heaven,” I croaked out.

In response, she sucked in more of my cock and swirled her tongue all around my shaft. I could see her throat bobbing as she swallowed the mixture of her saliva and my juices. Her hand never stopped stroking, and my libido was on fire. I knew I would not last long.

“I’m going to cum soon,” I managed to say between groans. “You don’t have to swallow it if you don’t want to.”

With her mouth full, it was difficult for her to smile, but I could see she was trying to. She gripped my cock more tightly and sped up her stroke as she continued to maul my cock with her tongue. I managed to get one word out before my orgasm hit.

“I'm” I yelled and then exploded.

Days of anticipation and several hours today of watching her boobs bounce unbridled in her halter top pushed my orgasm to be nuclear. My cock was deep in her mouth when the first jet of semen erupted, and I saw her eyes widen at the shock. Spurts two, three, and four followed in rapid succession as she continued to stroke and suck. My climax peaked quickly and then began to taper until my cock was only trickling semen into her mouth. I don’t know how she did it, but this time she didn’t cough or choke or pull me out.

“You can stop now,” I moaned. “My cock is too sensitive.”

She stopped stroking me but kept her lips wrapped around my stiff shaft. I could see her cheeks moving, but I had no idea what she was doing. A small drool of semen dripped from the corner of her mouth, which was not surprising given the size of the load I’d just delivered. Then she slid me very slowly out of her mouth. It took me a second to realize her cheeks were filled with my spunk and she was trying not to spill.

“Lisa, no need to be careful,” I said. “Just open your mouth and let my semen spill out. It’ll be easier for you.”

She ignored me and continued carefully to slide my cock out. Just as she reached the glans, she pulled off me and clamped her lips shut. She got up and looked at me with puffed cheeks, appearing every bit like the cat who swallowed the canary. I assumed she was just going to spit it out, so I held up my cupped hands for her to use. Instead, she looked right into my eyes and made a tremendous swallowing motion. Then she opened her mouth wide and showed me it was empty. All I could see was a faint white coating on her tongue.

“Wow!” I exclaimed, that was incredibly sexy. I’ve never seen a girl try that before with me. What made you do it?”

She wiped her lips with the back of her hand and said, “When I told my girlfriend what I had planned for today, she suggested not swallowing your cum until you were finished ejaculating. She said by holding the semen in my cheeks, it would keep me from choking. And it worked! She also told me I could then just spit out the goo or swallow it, depending on how it tasted.”

“I guess my jizz didn’t taste too terrible? I asked.

“Taste for yourself,” she said as she grabbed me and kissed me.

As she thrust her sweet tongue into my mouth, I could taste some bitter saltiness. But it wasn’t bad at all. I sucked eagerly on her tongue and pulled her onto the bed with me. I could not get enough of touching every part of her as my hands roamed over her tight ass and superbly toned back. Cheerleading did a wonderful job on her physique and I wanted to embed every bit of it in my memory.

Eventually, we untangled our bodies as we both needed a pee break. The suite featured two bathrooms, so we both went our separate ways. We met back at the bed, where I poured another glass of chilled champagne for each of us. This time she sipped slowly, savoring the exquisite flavor. As I sipped, I drank in the sensuous view before me. Her body was a work of art, all toned and curvaceous in just the right places. Her breasts swayed as she moved, and I almost felt hypnotized watching them. I was dreaming of the moment a few minutes from now when I would be able to enter her for the first time. Already my cock was beginning to stiffen from the anticipation. Suddenly, a thought flashed through my brain, hitting me like a sledgehammer.

“Oh, no!” I said with real anguish in my voice. “I just realized something.”

“What?” she asked with alarm. “What’s wrong?”

“Oh, Lisa,” I began, “when I planned for our day together, I never even considered the possibility of having sex. I truly believed we would just play around a little and enjoy some alone time. So I’m not prepared.”

“Okay, I can understand that,” she replied. “But what’s there to prepare for? I mean I’m here, you’re here, we’re both naked, what more do we need?”

“A condom?, I said. “How can we make love without a condom? We just got over one scare and don't need another.”

I expected to see her face fall with the realization that we were not going to do this. But instead, she just smiled, which made no sense to me. Then I had an idea.

“I know,” I said excitedly. “I bet the hotel gift shop sells outrageously priced condoms. We can’t be the first couple in hotel history to face this dilemma. I can call down there and ask.”

“No need,” she cooed. “We don’t need condoms. Let me ask you, do you have any diseases, any STDs?”

“Well, no,” I admitted. “In fact, it’s been over a year since I’ve been with a girl. So no worries there. But a disease is not what I’m worried about.”

“And I’ve never been with any guy except you, so we know I’m clean, right? So that leaves pregnancy, right?”

“Well, yeah, but that’s not a little thing.”

“No, but we’re fine because I’m completely safe. If you recall, I got my period early last week and it ended just the other day. I’m about as infertile as a girl can be.” She reached over and took my hand in hers. “Plus, I really don’t want to use a condom. My girlfriend says sex feels so much better when it’s bare skin to bare skin. And that’s what I want for my first time.”

“Wow, okay,” I said with some hesitation. “But nothing is guaranteed, so there’s still some risk. Though even with a condom, there’s a risk. But if you’re confident, then I’m okay too.”

Her response was to grab my hand and drag me into bed. As we kissed, I continued exploring her body with my hands. The incredible firmness of her ass and the sensuous curves of her waist. The tantalizingly soft pillows of her breasts and best of all, the wet heat of her pussy. Once my hand found her center, I couldn’t break away. I was delirious, feeling the chubby lips of her labia through the softness of her pubic hair and the rubbery little bump of her clitoris. But it all was overshadowed by the achingly tight entrance to her vagina. Just feeling it with my finger forced rivulets of pre-cum to ooze from my cock.

Lisa was equally busy kissing me and fondling my rock-hard shaft. She used the pre-cum to coat her hand, making it deliciously slippery as she stroked me. We were both breathing hard and it was making it difficult to kiss.

I leaned close to her ear and whispered, “I’m ready. I’m so fucking ready, I’m about to explode.”

She kissed me on the neck and whispered back, “I’m ready too. I’ve never wanted anything so badly in my life. Just tell me what to do.”

I said, “Move over to the middle of the bed and lie on your back with two pillows under your head. I want you to be able to see as I penetrate you. It will be sexy beyond belief.”

She moved into position and spread her legs wide. I got between her thighs and looked down, taking a moment to savor the view of this nude cheerleader completely open to me. I used my fingers to smooth down her damp pubic hair, making it easier for me to see the entry into her vagina. My cock was screaming at me, so I grabbed my shaft and wiped my cockhead up and down her warm, wet cleft. I watched as the petals of her labia oozed around my glans, coating it with her juices.

“Last chance,” I said. “Are you still okay with doing this?”

She gave me her biggest smile and said, “If you don’t stick your cock in me right now, I’m gonna use the champagne bottle!”

“Okay, then use your arm to prop yourself up a bit, so you can see.”

Positioning my cockhead at her opening, I could feel heat radiating from her. I pushed inward and watched as her vagina slowly expanded around my fat glans. With just the head in, I paused to let her adjust.

“My, God,” she exclaimed, “that is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. You’re inside me!”

“Well, just a little so far,” I replied. “Are you uncomfortable?”

“It feels a little weird, kind of like when I started using my hairbrush, but much more stuffed.”

Still holding my shaft, I pressed forward, slowly sliding another two inches into the tightest pussy I’d ever fucked. The grip around my cock was unbelievable. It was warm and snug and if I wasn’t careful, I would blow my load quickly.

“Oh, oh, that feels fantastic,” she purred. “Nothing I've ever done has felt as good as this. It’s a bit uncomfortable because you’re filling me completely, but it also feels better than anything I could have imagined. “

“I haven’t reached your hymen yet, but when I do, the next part will be painful. I’ll be as gentle as I can.”

Hearing my words, she quickly lifted her hips, forcing me to slip another few inches into her velvet sleeve. Now it was my turn to groan from the rippling caress of her vagina.

“Jesus Christ, that feels fucking fantastic,” I gasped. “You’re so tight and hot, it’s taking all my control not to cum. But I’m almost in all the way and nothing painful happened?”

“Oh, Bill,” she said softly. “I broke my hymen years ago. Between the hairbrush and all the splits we cheerleaders do, my cherry never had a chance.”

That was all I needed to hear. I thrust forward, burying my entire seven inches into her virgin pussy. Our pubic bones pressed tightly together, and I paused again to let her adjust to my cock.

“That’s so fucking cool,” she exclaimed. “We’re completely joined, and I can feel you so deep inside me. It hurts a little, but the pleasure is far greater.”

She reclined and grabbed my arms as I held my position over her. I pulled back, withdrawing a few inches before pushing forward. She moaned again, louder this time. Using shallow strokes I worked slowly letting her body adjust to the intrusion. As I felt her relax, I began pulling out almost completely before pushing back in as far as I could go. Lisa’s eyes were squeezed shut, and her lips were parted as she gasped out continuous groans of delight. 

Her snug sleeve was stimulating the underside of my glans, sending distress calls to my brain to hurry up and ejaculate. Though my orgasm was building fast, I was determined to let her cum first. I lowered my body until she was supporting much of my weight, and I began thrusting faster. In this position, my pubic bone was rubbing her hooded clit, and this new sensation elevated her enjoyment even more.

I felt her hands grab my shoulders as she pulled me closer. The hard points of her nipples were rubbing against my chest with each thrust. I was having the fuck of my life and wanted our time to last forever. As joined as we were, I needed more, so I lowered my head and kissed her as hard as I could. Our tongues swirled as we caressed each other’s mouths, savoring the intimacy. My cock was sliding easier now from all the fluids we were making and Lisa had started lifting her hips, meeting my thrusts, trying to drive my cock in even deeper.

As joined as we were, I didn’t think it was possible to get any closer. But her instincts kicked in and she wrapped her ankles around the back of my thighs and pulled hard. I swear that I felt the tip of my cock penetrate her very soul. Within seconds, her body began convulsing as her orgasm hit. Her velvet sleeve tightened around my cock and that was all I needed to explode into her.

As I climaxed, Lisa was almost screaming into my mouth as waves of intense pleasure rocked her body. My cock was jetting rope after rope of semen into the tightest space it had ever been. There was nowhere for my discharge to go, and I could feel it squirting back out and coating my balls. I continued to thrust as her body relaxed and her orgasm slowed. We were still kissing, and I pulled her into a tight embrace as the last of my semen dribbled out of my happy cock. Things were so wet that we made squishing noises with each thrust.

We broke our kiss and I lifted myself off her chest, using my arms to support me. Her eyes were still closed and she was panting, trying to catch her breath. My cock was still a steel spike buried completely inside her, but I knew that wouldn’t last. I, too, was breathing hard, and my butt muscles were still clenched from the immensity of my orgasm.

“Hi, baby, how are you feeling?” I asked softly. “Are you in any pain?”

She drew a few more breaths and replied, “I’m feeling wonderful. My orgasm was brighter and stronger than any other experience in my life. As for pain,” she paused to assess herself, “I’d say I have some discomfort and my back is a little achy from the pounding, but nothing more painful than what I feel after a long day of cheer workouts.”

I smiled and leaned in to kiss her again. “I’m relieved to hear that. This was a wonderful experience for me too. No girl has ever given me more pleasure than you just did. Thank you for the gift of being your first.”

“I felt you cum,” she replied. “I wasn’t sure I believed a girl could feel that, but I felt squirt after squirt of hot liquid hitting the very bottom of my vagina. Combined with my orgasm, it was unlike anything I’ve experienced.”

I shifted my weight and felt my cock slide partially out of her warmth. I quickly slid myself back in, not wanting the moment to end. But I could already feel my cock softening.

We continued kissing until her vagina pushed my flaccid cock out of her, and we both felt the flow of warm goo as it dribbled over her butt and my ball sack. I rolled off, pulling her with me until we were on our sides, face to face. I hugged her tightly and gazed into her striking blue eyes, trying to forever fix the moment into my memory. She smiled and we spent time just kissing and enjoying the closeness.

“I’m hungry,” she announced to the room. “How about we try those strawberries and finish the champagne?”

I got up and pulled the serving cart next to the bed. We each sat cross-legged, knee to knee, as I poured two more glasses of bubbly. The flame on the warmer had almost extinguished itself, but the fudge sauce was still liquid enough to use. I dipped a strawberry in and held it to her mouth so she could take a bite. I took one for myself and we spent a few minutes devouring every bit of fruit and most of the exquisite chocolates.

There was still plenty of fudge left, so I dipped my finger in and smeared a bit on each of her nipples. Leaning forward, I licked each nipple clean and enjoyed feeling them stiffen inside my mouth. I spread more fudge on her tummy and proceeded to lick around her belly button until she was clean. To complete my silliness, I spread some fudge on her lips and kissed her passionately, enjoying the sweet taste.

“Two can play at this game,” she giggled and proceeded to pour a blob of fudge into her palm.

Before I could react, she grabbed my flaccid cock, completely coating it in warm chocolate. She pushed on my shoulder, indicating I should lie down, and then proceeded to take my fudge-covered cock into her mouth and suck it clean. Within seconds, I was semi-hard again and even though the fudge had surely been cleaned off, she continued to suck and stroke my shaft. I let her orally pleasure me for a few minutes, but knew after back-to-back orgasms, I needed time to recharge.

I rubbed her shoulder and said, “Lisa, baby, this feels wonderful. But my poor cock needs some time to recover. You can stop now.”

She slowly, sensuously slid her lips off my cock and sat up, facing me.

“Darn,” she groused. “I was looking forward to something salty to go with the sweet. You old guys just can’t keep up. Guess I need to find me a younger stud.”

Though her words were meant to be playful, they also carried a bit of sad truth. Eventually, she would hook up with a guy her own age and someone who met her parent’s approval. And we both knew I wasn’t going to be that guy. But I refused to let anything dampen this moment.

“Yeah, yeah,” I replied. “Us old-timers can barely get it up most days. Good thing you’re as sexy as all fuck!”

She blushed at the compliment and took my hand in hers, saying, “I know today is the only day we’ll ever be able to do this stuff, and when I go back to school I’ll miss you terribly, but I’m so happy we had this chance to be together. Thank you for making me feel special.”

I needed to change the subject, so I said, “I’m feeling pretty grungy. How about taking a shower with me?”

She smiled at the idea and hopped out of bed. We headed for the bath and jumped into the warmth of the shower. The chamber was large and it was easy for us to move around. We took turns soaping each other up, just enjoying the feeling of each other’s bodies. Even after we both were clean, we continued to fondle each other and I was able to finger her to a mini-orgasm.

Lisa leaned against the shower wall, savoring her latest orgasm, and saw that my cock looked all stiff and lonely. She asked, “What can I do to help you with that?”

Without answering, I turned her around and motioned for her to spread her legs and lean against the shower wall. I stepped behind her, grabbed my shaft, and guided my tip against the tight opening of her vagina. Since she’d just climaxed, her pussy was well lubricated and still stretched a bit from our earlier sex. I was able to easily slip two inches into her before pausing.

I reached around and cupped her breasts in my hands and massaged her nipples. Hearing her groan, I pushed forward, sliding completely inside her, and immediately began a deep stroke. I was already on the edge of cumming from the earlier fudge blow job and our shower play, so I knew this was going to be quick. A dozen full, deep thrusts later, my orgasm hit, and I filled her pussy with yet another load of my seed.

As my cock slipped out, I turned her to face me and as the warm water cascaded over us, I pulled her tight against my body and kissed her like there was no tomorrow. My hands ran all over her back and magnificent ass as she ground her pussy into my cock. If I hadn’t been so spent, I surely would have become hard again. We enjoyed these final moments, and then it was time to get back to reality.

We quickly dried each other off and glancing at the time I realized it was getting late. As far as her parents were concerned, this was a regular workday and she was expected home soon. Lisa dressed in the office clothes she’d left the house in that morning, and I donned my shorts and tank top. As we exited the lobby, we made for an oddly mismatched pair, outfit-wise.

The drive to her bus stop was uneventful, though we did smooch at almost every stoplight. Fortunately, I managed to steal one last kiss before she exited my car. When I arrived home and unpacked my bag, I found Lisa’s panties with a note which read: ‘Thank you for this most special day. I want you to have these to remember me after I’m gone. Love Lisa.’

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The next day we both returned to the office and had to act like nothing was different. I wish I could say that we found a way to sleep together again or that some magic idea appeared to allow us to be a couple, but that only happens in the movies. We did spend our remaining time enjoying each other’s company during lunchtime and even managed a few evening dates to see another movie and hit a few restaurants.  But ultimately, our time together did come to an end.

I was very pleased that on her last day the owner went all out a catered a big farewell lunch for her. He even managed to contact Lisa’s parents and they agreed to surprise her at the party. I got a chance to meet them and on the surface, they seemed like nice enough folks. The boss made a speech about how much they enjoyed having Lisa work for them and that his door was always open if she wanted a job in the future. I even was able to say a few words about how smart she was and how quickly she learned computer programming, and that we all would miss her.

After the party, Lisa was free to go and arranged for her parents to drive her home. She asked them to wait in the car while she finished up a few things. Then she dragged me back to the tiny office where our relationship began and spent five minutes kissing me with every fiber of her being. Since our day in the hotel, we’d said all the words there were to say, so our last moments together yielded no new ideas. It was simply two sad people saying goodbye.

“You know,” I began, I’ve never told you how beautiful your eyes are. I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a gorgeous color. The cobalt blue contrasts remarkably with your pale ivory skin and blonde hair. When I go to bed each night, your smile and your eyes are what I think about.”

I saw her blush as she hugged me tighter and whispered into my ear, “I know that for the longest time you thought I was a goody-two-shoes, completely repressed by my parents. But I do have a wilder side that my girlfriends and now you have seen. So let me leave you with this thought.”

She loosened our embrace and looked me directly in the eyes and said, “I loved feeling your rock-hard cock inside me. Fucking you was the most amazing experience, and if we could keep doing it, I would be in heaven. You make me feel so fucking sexy that my pussy gets wet just thinking about you. The memory of your hot cum shooting inside my cunt still fills my dreams when I sleep. Nothing I can do with my hands or my toys comes even close to what you gave me. Thank you for taking my virginity and helping me realize I'm worthy of being loved.”

I was stunned at her language. Rarely had I heard her curse, let alone string together such a sexy confession. Just hearing the words spill from her lips made me hard. I hugged her again and buried my face in her neck.

“Lisa, hearing you speak that way makes me want to grab your hand and run away together. I’ve never said this to any woman, but I believe I could have fallen in love with you. I’m already most of the way there, but the impossibility of the situation seems insurmountable. With God as my witness, I’d like to make you a promise. I will wait for you. On the day after you graduate, I will be standing at your bus stop at ten o’clock in the morning. If you don’t show up, I’ll know that either you’ve met someone else or that your feelings for me have changed. No pressure, no stress, just one last opportunity for us.”

She pulled herself backward, looked at me, and asked, “And if I do show up at ten o’clock?”

“Then I’ll do whatever your parents require for us to be together. If that means joining your religion or jumping through some other hoops, I’ll do it.”

For the last time, she favored me with her brilliant smile. Kissing me, she replied, “What you offer makes me happier than you can imagine. It makes me feel like there’s hope for us. I promise you on the day after I graduate, I’ll be at that bus stop, regardless of the circumstance. Even if my feelings have changed, and I seriously doubt they will, I’ll still owe it to you to tell you my answer. Thank you for the wonderful summer. I’m pretty much in love with you too!”

She kissed me one last time and walked out of the conference room to the parking lot where her parents waited.

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 Thank you for reading part two. In part three, our young couple learns that reality is not a romance novel...