"So what is it that you do at this job anyway." I asked as Kaitlyn was typing away at some random invoice.
"You know? Sometimes I don't even know, I'm just placing orders for my mom's company. I don't really do much 'work' half the time, other than just putting up with the people who don't know what they are talking about." She sighed.
She went back to her work. Typing away in the computers accounting program, while I just sat back and watched, thinking thoughts I knew would cause trouble if I voiced them while she was busy. I had come today with a plan.
For the past few weeks, I had started having all kinds of fantasies about what I wanted to do to her, and her to me. And the visions kept popping up whenever I saw her. I couldn't take my eyes off of her that day. Everything she did excited me. Every time she bent over or put her legs out. Everything seemed almost erotic.
Kaitlyn was no model by any means, she was around five foot three, with a little bit of meat on her bones. She didn't have the huge breasts that most guys went after or the dancer's legs, but the way she carried herself, she knew how to show off what she had. She had light green eyes that, when you looked into them, left you hypnotized and wanting more when they left your gaze. Her brunette hair was cut at about neck length with her bangs flowed in front of her face.
That was one of my favorite things. I love those hairstyles. Not really the drastic hairstyles that cover half your face and one eye that people have today, but just having bangs that cover part of the face as if to show the face off as a treasure that was slightly hidden from you as much as you wanted to see it.
To me, she was gorgeous.
But that's not all. She also had a personality that was rare to find in the women I usually found. She had wit, intelligence, and a great sense of humor. She lacked confidence and was a little shy, but to me it just made her all the more beautiful, and made me want her even more.
And then my chance showed itself, in a way I didn't expect.
As she went to answer a phone call, something odd happened. The power went out, leaving us sitting in the small office in a slightly less illuminated room.
It was a two room rent office. It seemed more like a small concrete and plaster box to me. A front part with a large window, and a back that was filled with receipts that should have long been thrown out. The window gave us enough light that we wouldn't have to worry about flashlights and it lit the entire room in a dull gray.
"Shit, I still have a whole stack of these left to do. I can't use the computer or the cordless phone without power." She sighed again. "Maybe it'll come back on in a minute."
A minute passed. Nothing. Ten minutes. Same. Fifteen. Well, you get the point.
We had both only known each other a few months, so there was plenty to talk about within the time span. We talked about the job, about our plans for the next college semester, and just whatever else we could find that was somewhat relevant to our lives and interesting enough to actually talk about.
After twenty minutes I took a chance.
"So, Kaitlyn, when is the last time you've had a good orgasm."
"Thats a mean question, Zach." She wasn't surprised, she has seen me ask similar questions to women I knew. She thought it only a joke.
"I really mean it, you've been single since I met you, I don't think you've really had a good time in a while. Except from your 'little buddies' that you told me about"
She went a little red, "Yeah, well, at least I'm not like you, I don't go to bars with girls who get me drunk just to fuck me." She stuck out her tongue. That was one of her favorite stories to repeat back to me. I had a girl that I met invite me out to a bar, though me and her were both under twenty-one, and me, her, and a twenty-two year old friend of hers all drank at the club, then we all went to the twenty-two year old's apartment, and well. That's another story.
I laughed, "Yeah, but you know I'm not a whore, that was just boredom during freshman year, and she was a really interesting chick."
"Yeah yeah, I know." She smirked.
I turned to her and smiled as I looked into those green eyes and said, "Now, I'm still not through. When IS the last time you have had a good orgasm?"
"Well, what's your definition of a 'good' orgasm." She started to go into shy mode. She was hiding something.
"Well I think you would know if you have had one, Kaitlyn. None of the guys you were with did what you needed?" I was smiling mischievously. I was fishing, and I could only hope she took the bait. She never told me about the other guys, and I wanted to know what kinda competition I had.
She was quiet for a moment and then finally said, "I've only been with one guy before. He was just an ass. When we had sex it was just for him, and there was no real excitement for me."
I let the silence stay for a moment.
"I want to be with you. Like that, I mean. I want to show you what it can really be like. I've seen your eyes get wide at some of my stories."
She blushed. She started to look away but I got out of my chair and walked over and lightly grabbed her hand.
