The Intern

All characters in this narrative are fictional and well over the age of 18.

Prologue

I have known Lana for more than 2 decades--nearly her whole life. She was the daughter of my friends and neighbors, Diana and Pete Richards. They lived just a few streets away from me. We shared common interests and friends, so we ran into each other frequently at cocktail parties, benefits, summer cookouts, and all the other social gatherings that suburbanites tend to gravitate towards.

Lana was now 23 and I haven't seen too much of her since she graduated high school. She went to a large university a few hours away and was majoring in nursing--at least until recently.

I ran into Diana and Pete at a house warming party in the neighborhood a couple weeks ago and they updated me on Lana's recent change in course for her degree. Apparently she was quite unhappy with her studies in nursing and had decided to pursue a degree in marketing. Her parents seemed a bit frustrated at this hairpin turn in her trajectory as it would tack on an extra year for her to complete her coursework, making her 24 years-old at graduation.

Seeing their frustration, I offered to help. I was a partner in a fairly large marketing firm here in town and we were always taking in college interns. Diana and Pete appeared both surprised and relieved that I had offered my services. I gave them my business card for my company and told them to pass it on to Lana. She could apply for an internship directly on the company's website. They thanked me profusely and we went our separate ways, mingling with our new neighbors and old friends alike.

A few weeks later, I received a bottle of Cabernet in my mailbox with a "thank you" note attached. It was from Diana and Pete. Lana had applied for a marketing internship with my firm for the fall and was accepted. She would start in a few weeks. I immediately texted Pete to congratulate him and thank him for the very unnecessary, but at the same time, kind gift.

"She's so happy!" Pete texted back.

"I'm glad! She'll do great," I replied.

"Please.....no special treatment, Trevor! Treat her like any other intern," he pleaded.

"No worries. I might not even see her much since I tend not to have many projects with interns. But I promise to keep at least a distant eye out for her!" I added a stupid happy face emoji.

"That's fine. Thank you," he answered.

"I am not even sure I would recognize her. It's been so long. Though I am sure her red hair will tip her off," I joked.

"Yes, there's only one Lana!" Pete replied.

The weeks passed very quickly as I had lot of "deliverables" with my firm in the late summer that occupied nearly all my waking hours. When things finally started to calm down in late September, I was catching up on emails and I saw an invitation for the annual welcome reception for the fall interns. I pulled up the invite list and saw "Lana Richards" on the list. I was about to send her a personalized welcome email but I remembered what Pete said about special treatment, so I refrained. The reception was in a few days anyway so I would be able to welcome her in person.

The reception was Friday after work at a local restaurant.

It was a beautiful early fall evening. The venue had a terrace that looked over a park below. The leaves were just starting to change. The view was gorgeous.

I started to scan the crowd of new interns. They all looked very similar--early 20's, good looking, spunky. As my eyes went from one to the other, there was one who stood out: Lana Richards. It had been years since I last laid eyes on her. What was long, dark, straight red hair that went to the middle of her back was now a stunning bob that went to a couple inches above her shoulders. She wore a conservative short sleeved navy blue dress that went to just above her knees. A pair of tall brown leather boots completed the outfit--and concealed the rest of her legs. She had light blue eyes that complimented the dark navy of her dress nicely.

As I stood there on that terrace, nearly gawking, she looked away from the group of interns she was chatting with and spotted me in the crowd of faces. Our eyes met and she smiled. We met in the middle of the terrace. I wasn't sure if I should shake her hand like a proper professional or hug her so I kept it at the handshake.

"Mr. Peters! It's so great to see you!"

"Lana, I can't believe you're here! Welcome! This is great! Your dad texted me a few weeks ago, but he was pretty adamant about...."

"No special treatment. I know. He's being annoying about that," She replied, shaking her head.

"I get it. I told him I would keep an eye out for you. He seemed ok with that. Dads can be weird, right?"

"Totally!"

We chatted for a few minutes before a colleague pulled me away to discuss one of my recently completed projects. I was a little miffed at this disruption of our lovely conversation. I excused myself and watched as Lana quickly found another group on interns. The navy blue dress, though conservative in style could not conceal what was a beautiful body. Her skin was creamy white, nearly alabaster. I found it difficult to take my eyes off her, though my colleague did his best to break my focus and shift it back to work.

As the reception was winding down, I went to grab my coat to leave and spotted Lana sitting in the lobby of the restaurant. She was on a couch by the door. Her legs were crossed and she scrolled on her phone. The hem of the dress rode up her thighs ever so slightly as she scrolled away.

"Lana, everything ok?" I asked.

"Hi! Yes! Just ordered a car service. Mine is in the shop, maybe permanently"

"What? That's silly. Come with me."

"Really. That's not special treatment?" She smiled. She was so lovely.

"Nah. We won't tell Pete. Cancel the car service."

The ride back to the neighborhood went by in a flash. Lana filled me in on the reasons behind her switch from nursing to marketing, her college experience in general (which included a few boyfriends) and what it was like living back at home with Pete and Diana--the "parental units," as he she called them.

"It's hard being 23 and under their roof again," she admitted. "But it allows me to do the internship, so it's worth it."

I agreed with her and reminded her that it was only temporary, thankfully. As the ride went on I couldn't help but notice that her dress was riding up her thighs gradually. Shortly after she got in the car, she adjusted her position in the seat and pulled the dress down, but from then on, the hem of the dress very slowly found itself traveling again up her thighs.

Out of the corner of my eyes I watched this happening and found it difficult to watch the road as her creamy white thighs were revealed to me. Her thighs were muscular and beautiful. My cock started to stiffen in my pants as I briefly fantasized about how smooth they must feel.

"That's my street," she announced as I blew past the turn.

"Shit, my bad," I could feel my face blushing.

I made a u-turn and in a moment we were back on Lana's street and then in her driveway.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Peters"

"It is my pleasure, Lana. I am glad you are working with us! Reach out at anytime if you need anything. I won't tell Pete!"

"Deal!" she replied. She smiled and exited the car. I stayed there a moment to make sure she got in safely.

Ironically, I found myself in Lana's presence often as the fall progressed. She was actually assigned to one of my new projects so I saw her almost daily at workshops. We would chat before and after meetings and even worked after hours a few times with some of my colleagues as deadlines loomed. I would always give her a ride home when we worked late as I did not want to be in a car with a stranger (though everyone did these days). I also wanted to extend my time with her as much as possible. She seemed to want to do the same. Neither of us seemed to mind if there was traffic on the way home. We just talked the whole time.

I found it hard to stop thinking about her. I imagined spending time with her outside of work--having a glass of wine at a bar or watching a movie. I started to think of other--more intimate--things as well. I fantasized about how smooth her skin must feel, how soft her lips must be. I lied in bed at night and wondered what it would be like to have her sleeping next to me.

At this point, reality would shudder back through me. I realized that my relationship with Lana would have to stay professional for both of our sakes. Plus there was the age difference. I resolved myself to enjoy our relationship for what it was. Though still I longed for her, ached for her. I wanted her--all of her.

Part I--Friday

One Friday late in October, we worked late into the evening and got take out delivered to the office for dinner. At about 8 o'clock we decided to call it a day, and my co-workers and Lana's co-interns vanished, eager to begin a much delayed happy hour. I overheard her discussing this week's choice of pub with her colleagues, and I noticed that she ultimately declined to join them.

After the conference room emptied, I felt obligated to apologize to Lana, especially since she was forgoing happy hour.

"I'm sorry to have kept you so late on a Friday."

"It's not a problem. I've got nothing going on. I really love the work I'm doing here! Besides, the folks are away until Monday so it is quiet at home."

"You didn't want to go out with your friends? Sounded fun, right?" I asked.

"Nah. I can think of more fun things to do than spend the end of a long week in a crowded bar, staving off ridiculous pick up lines from drunk man-boys."

"Man-boys?" The term was new to me.

She smiled. It's a "Lana-ism" for guys my age who lack any semblance of maturity. Basically it's 110% of "men" at bars these days," her hands making air quotes as she said "men."

"I get it," I replied. I really didn't but she was speaking from experience clearly, so I went with it. We closed up and headed for my car.

On the way home, Lana spoke enthusiastically about our next project and said she couldn't wait to start on it. The client was a long time partner with the firm and I had a ton of printed material at my house that would give Lana a leg up on the project for sure. It wouldn't constitute special treatment, if Pete were to ask. It would just allow her to hit the ground running when the work started. As long as she worked hard, she would get a strong letter of recommendation from the firm at the end of her internship, which would help significantly when she started to job hunt in the spring.

"Lana, I have all the background information you need on that client in my home office. You are welcome to it. It would give you an edge for sure!"

"That would be awesome! Thank you, Mr. Peters!"

"Happy to help," I answered. "And out of the office, just call me Trevor. I feel old when you call me Mr. Peters!"

"Sure thing....Trevor." A smile appeared on her face.

"The only thing is that there are a lot of folders. Can you come in and help me bring them out?"

"Absolutely," she answered. Her smile grew larger. She was wearing the navy blue dress and tall boots--the same outfit from the welcome reception a couple months ago. It happened to be my favorite.

We arrived at my house and I showed her in through the side door. Switching the lights on in my kitchen, I realized that Lana and I were alone for the first time ever--outside of the office and our occasional commutes home in my car. I stammered a bit and told her that I would get the folders in my office. I disappeared down that hall and took a moment to clear my head before re-emerging with my arms full of folders on the client.

When I came back into the kitchen, Lana was strolling around my great room, looking at pictures on the wall. Her arms folded as she went from one to the other.

"Here they are," I announced. "These should keep you busy this weekend." I placed the folders on the island as she walked over and joined me in the kitchen.

"Anything catch your interest over there?" I asked.

"Of course," she answered. "Your house is lovely. I especially like your kitchen."

"Thank you. I just remodeled last year. What about it do you like most?" I was curious about her answer, and her reply shocked me to my core.

"You. Just you. She paused. The silence was deafening. "I am sorry. That was stupid." She cast her eyes downward as her cheeks flushed to nearly the color of her hair.

I stammered again. "Not at all. You're fine," I tried to reassure her.

We stood close for a moment, the piles of folders next to us on the kitchen island. Her eyes were fixed on the floor. I reached out and took her hand. I touched her soft skin for the first time, other than our handshake weeks before.

"Lana, it's ok. Honestly."

She looked up at me with her blue eyes and red cheeks. She was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I closed my eyes and kissed her on her lips. She wrapped her arms around my waist and pulled me close. Our mouths opened as our tongues greeted each other. I placed my hands on her hips and traced her torso through the smooth fabric of my favorite dress. My erection formed promptly. I pulled my pelvis away from hers in a feeble attempt to conceal my arousal, but she pulled me close again, my cock starting to bulge through my dress pants.

We made out passionately in my kitchen for what were the best few minutes of my existence, exploring each others' bodies through our clothing. Lana broke kiss and whispered in my right ear, "Take me to your bedroom."

"I'm not sure that's a good idea," I answered hesitantly, logical thinking creeping into my brain. I thought about what Pete and Diana would think of me at this moment, alone in my kitchen with their 23 year-old daughter.

Her hands traveled to my waist then to my fly. She traced the outline of my erection through my pants.

"Let's go," she ordered. My thoughts of Pete and Diana vanished.

She led the way as if she owned the house and the master bedroom was hers--it was about to be. I followed her up the stairs and marveled at her legs as she climbed the stairs. My erection grew ever stronger as I anticipated what was about to happen.

She led me into the bedroom and we kissed passionately again, our hands roaming each other just as they did moments before.

"I love this dress," I confessed, kissing her neck.

"Thank you." She turned her back to me and I discovered the zipper, which ended just below the base of her neck. I kissed the back of her neck as she placed her hair to the side. I unzipped the dress down to the small of her back, revealing her perfect white skin that was graced with innumerable tiny, faint freckles. I placed my hands on her back and then moved them up to her shoulders. The dress fell cleanly to the floor. She had on a navy blue bra and panties, and of course, her tall leather boots.

She faced me again and undid the buttons of my dress shirt. She promptly stripped my shirt off and ravished my neck and chest with wet kisses as she undid my pants. I kicked my shoes off and then my pants. I marveled at Lana in her navy blue bra, panties, and leather boots, my erection barely contained by the athletic material of my briefs.

"Help me with my boots?" she asked, sitting on the corner of my bed.

"Of course," I answered. I kissed her again as my hands took in every inch of her arms and torso. I felt her breasts through her bra. They were perfectly round and supple.

I took her right leg in my arms and undid the zipper slowly, kissing her calf as the zipped found its way to just above her ankle. I removed the right boot and did the same with her left. My mouth stopped behind her left knee, kissing and licking the skin there as she moaned in approval. I moved on to her left inner thigh, kissing her skin every inch or so until I arrived at her navy blue panties. A circular wet spot had formed over the front. I pulled at her waist band and lowered them slowly over her hips and legs. She pulled her legs together as I did so. She then spread her legs wide, allowing me to see her for the first time. There was a patch of short, dark, red pubic hair low in her groin. I kissed her on the lips again and allowed my cock to graze her pubic mound through my briefs.

I placed a few light kisses on her neck and abdomen. The aroma of her juices intoxicated me as I got closer to her pussy, stopping momentarily to gently bury my nose in her tuft of pubic hair. She moaned and tilted her pelvis up slightly, positioning her clit next to my upper lip. I breathed on her as I tasted her for the first time. Her clit was engorged and firm against my lips. My tongue slowly explored every millimeter of it. Occasionally my tongue would slip inside her, eliciting a guttural moan and releasing more of her juices which trickled down my chin to the comforter below. The second and third fingers of my right hand explored her lips and were effortlessly admitted into her, freeing up my tongue to work her clit.

My tongue lavished her clit feverishly as my fingers fucked her pussy. Her moans intensify as she drove her pelvis harder up against my face. She was at the very edge of the corner of my bed and I was kneeling on the floor. I supported her ass with both hands, knowing that her orgasm was welling up inside her.

She wrapped her ankles around my neck as my tongue continued to work her to the brink of climax.

"Right there!" she whispered breathlessly. "Right there!" Louder this time.

My tongue was at the tip of her clit. I flicked it again and again on the tip as she arched her back and clenched her fists on the bedsheets. "Fuck!"

I continued with my tongue on that very spot until she pushed my head solidly against her and shuddered as she came. She released her hands from me and her legs feel to the side as her climax ebbed from her. Her cheeks were a warm red. A blissful smile graced her innocent face.

I paused for a moment, basking in the afterglow of her climax. It was like I had come too--I nearly did. Bringing her to orgasm was the most erotic thing I had ever experienced. In fact, if she had gotten up, dressed, and left at that moment I would have been totally satisfied myself.

Thankfully, she did not get dressed. After enjoying her moment, she sat on the corner of the bed and pulled me close. I was still kneeling on the floor.

"Stand up," she whispered in my ear.

"Lana, you don't have..."

"Stand up," she repeated, more forcefully this time.

I complied and stood up. She dropped to her knees in front of me, undoing her bra clip and freeing her perfect breasts.

My briefs were still on, containing what was easily the hardest erection I have ever had. The athletic material covering to the tip was soaked in precum. Lana left my briefs on and explored the contour of my balls and cock with her mouth. She was positioned on the floor with her inner thighs against my shins. As she rose up and down while her mouth explored me the sensation of her thighs against my lower legs along with her lips and tongue on my underwear were pure ecstasy. This had felt better than any oral sex I had ever had, and I still had my underwear on.

She kissed the tip of my cock as the spot of precum in my briefs continued to expand. Her hands tugged at my waist band and she slowly pulled my briefs down, releasing my erection. She then started to kiss my lower abdomen and upper thighs, abandoning my cock for the moment to tantalize me.

"Man she is amazing," I thought to myself as I watched her skillfully avoid even the slightest graze of my cock.

She looked up at me with the tip of my cock millimeters from her lips. Then she kissed the undersurface my glans, just below the opening. My eyes closed as she moved her lips along the undersurface, the most sensitive part, allowing her tongue to briefly caress each patch of skin. I could barely breathe it felt so amazing. I looked down and saw her lips part as she admitted my tip into her mouth slowly. Her tongue swirled around the opening as more precum welled up. I felt her swallow it as she sucked. She took more of me in until I could feel my tip along the back of her throat. Her fingers tickled my balls as she continued to suck and lick me. I placed my hands on her shoulders to steady myself as she brought me to the pinnacle of pleasure.