Emilys Thank You

I work professionally at a college as an administrator. This is my first year on the job, fresh out of graduate school. At the age of 25, it's been interesting supervising and getting to know college students just a few years younger than me. What is even more interesting is some of the unexpected things that have come up in that time.

The other day, one of the staff members I supervise – Emily – stopped by my office. Emily's cute; a petite Asian American girl. When she sat down in one of the chairs in my office, I couldn't help but steal a couple of glances at the smooth skin of her legs exposed below her skirt. Emily has a great sense of fashion. She always looks cute yet conservative. She was wearing a long black skirt, a white top that showed off her midriff and the small of her back, and some flip flops. As usual, she had her black hair in a pony tail, which bobbed side to side as she chatted with me about how things were going. We talked for a while, and finally Emily asked, "Will you be around your apartment tonight? I wanted to drop by." I told her that I'd be around and that she could stop by whenever. We chatted some more and then she left for a violin class she had that afternoon.

Later that night, as I was surfing through channels on digital cable, there was a knock at the door. I answered it, and it was Emily. She asked to come in. She came in and sat down on the couch, and I muted the TV as I sat down on the other end. She had changed clothes, and was now wearing a black spaghetti strap top, a patterned grey mini-skirt, and some knee-high black boots. Her hair was still in her signature ponytail. At first she was quiet, sitting on the couch, watching the TV with her soft, brown eyes. Finally she took a deep breath and started to talk.

"I just wanted to stop by and thank you for all the great things you've done for me this year. It's been great finally working with an administrator who treats me as a person and understands all the things I have to deal with. You've been amazing."

I smiled, humbled at her words. "I'm glad that I've been able to help. You're great to work with. I'll miss you after you graduate."

"I want you to have sex with me," she blurted out.

"What?" I coughed.

"I want you to have sex with me. I want to repay you for being so great to me, and this is how I want to do it."

"Emily, I can't do that. You're a student, and we work together."

"So? No one has to know. I won't tell anyone, and it will just be a one time thing. I'll be graduating in a couple of weeks, and then it won't even matter. We won't see each other again."

Flabberghasted, I just blinked and tried to wet my suddenly dry mouth. As I was stalling for time, I turned to watch the TV for a moment. As I did, Emily slid over on the couch and started to rub my crotch with her hand. I couldn't help but moan a little as I felt her hand press against my hard dick, and I'm sure she could feel it throb against her hand as she started to rub it. "Emily," I began.

No sooner had I said that then she reached down to unbutton and unzip my pants. Within a moment, she had pulled down my boxers and had lowered her mouth onto my aching dick. "Emily," I feebly protested. "Don't. We can't." She just moaned into my dick, gliding her soft lips along its shaft. Instinctively I ran my hand through her hair and down to her shoulders, gasping a little at the feel of my fingers touching the soft skin of her back.

I couldn't believe it. Here was Emily, one of the students I worked with every day – and one of the ones I had more than a few dreams about at night – gliding her tongue and mouth along my dick. It wasn't long before my hips started bucking and I was almost ready to cum. Emily could sense my tension, and in anticipation of what was to come, she sucked even harder on my dick, milking it with her lips and tongue. I pulled at the material of her shirt and tossed my head back as I came, shooting a small load of hot cum into her mouth. I could hear her gag a little as she tried to swallow it, but she quickly covered by looking up at me to slide her velvety tongue along my shaft, licking it clean.

"My God, Emily," was all I could manage to say.

She stood up, quietly taking off her boots, and then her skirt. She stood there, in a black thong and her spaghetti strap top, chewing her bottom lip as if trying to convince herself to go ahead. Whatever trepidations she had she lost, and she grabbed my hand and led me back to the bedroom in my apartment. She pushed me onto the bed and quickly took off her top, exposing a small, black lace bra which she quickly removed to expose perfect B cup tits with tiny, rigid nipples. Emily pushed me onto my back, climbing on top of me as she kissed me intensely. I ran my hands over her naked body, along her sides and her thighs as she slid her tongue deep into my mouth. Her kisses were deep yet tender, and I could hear her controlled breathing even as she devoured my lips.

Abandoning all fears of impropriety, I took off my shirt and Emily helped me take off my pants and boxers. In a last, anticipatory revelation, we both watched as my hands took a hold of her black thong and slowly rolled it down her butt and legs, exposing a perfectly shaven pussy already glistening with moisture. Emily kicked the underwear off her ankle and onto the floor, climbing back onto me with even more fervor. She grabbed a hold of my dick, stroking it in a corkscrew motion eagerly as she ground her pussy against my leg. I groaned at the feel of her wet pussy lips pushing against the hair of my legs.

I grabbed Emily, pushing her off of me and onto her back. She continued to stroke my dick, even as I opened up the dresser drawer and pulled out a condom. She helped me slide it on, and then spread her legs wide and pulled me down to her, helping me guide my dick inside her tiny little pussy.

"Oh my God," I shuddered, feeling my dick pass completely inside of her.

Her pussy was so amazingly tight. I didn't expect that, knowing that she had a boyfriend that she pretty much lived with for the past few months. Maybe it was because she was so small, about 5'2" when standing and that perfect petite little frame. I couldn't help but begin pounding her pussy with my dick, and Emily was clearly enjoying it. She gasped, moaning my name as I began to rock her body.

"Harder, Jeremy," she breathed, her moaning getting louder. I reached down to grab and squeeze her breasts as I began to fuck her harder, just like she asked.

Emily reached down and started to finger her clit, arching her back as she quickly fingered herself, her legs shaking against the bed as I pounded my dick between her pussy lips. Suddenly she put a hand up to my chest, holding me in place as an orgasm rocked through her body. Her whole body shuddered, and she gasped for breath as her pussy clenched tight on my dick. She was still fingering her clit, and in a few moments, she had another shuddering orgasm. This time, she threw herself back against the sheets, and I could feel the sheets getting wet with cum between her legs.

As she was laying there, panting from her second orgasm, I decided to be bold. I pulled my dick out of her, and quickly got her onto her hands and knees. She just breathed heavily as I manipulated her body. I could feel her body tense as I ran my hands along her back and down to her butt, pulling apart her cheeks to expose her tiny little asshole. I could sense her uncertainty as I took out some lube from the dresser and wet a couple of fingers with it before slowly pushing them up inside her hole.

Emily grunted as my fingers slid inside her ass. "Oh God," she said, in a husky groan, so unlike her high pitched voice that I normally heard. I slowly worked my fingers in and out of her ass, pulling them out once to get more lube on them.

Finally, Emily looked back at me, "Just do it. Just stick it in and fuck me. Fuck my ass, Jeremy." I didn't argue, and pulled the condom off my dick to wet it with the lube left on my fingers before forcing it into her virgin hole.

I had never had a woman scream before. Emily did. She pressed back against me, hard, and gripped the sheets. I grabbed her shoulders, and felt her ponytail flop against my hands as I started to fuck her tight little ass. Emily just grunted and panted as I forced my dick to move in her asshole. Somewhere in all that I lost it, and just started to slam myself in and out of her as hard as I could. My dick was aching, and I tried to hold back my orgasm. Finally, as Emily tensed her butthole, I felt myself push the final few thrusts and shoot a load of cum inside her. Emily gasped, groaning as she ground herself against me. I felt myself go limp inside of her, and Emily just sat there, feeling my dick inside of her.

Without a word, she pulled herself away from my dick, letting it flop out of her. She got up and gathered her clothes from the floor. As she walked past me, I could smell sweat and cum on her, and I saw her briefly look me in the eye. I followed her into the other room and watched as she put on her bra and skirt and top, leaving her panties off. She sat down on the couch, and I watched as she slipped on her boots again. She looked up at me, and watched me as she grabbed a purse she had brought with her, and tucked her panties inside.

"Don't worry. I won't tell," she said. Then she opened the door and left.

In the next few weeks, Emily and I hardly talked. She didn't stop by my office, and she gave me a silent hug at her graduation. It wasn't until a couple of months later in the summer that I received a letter from her, postmarked from the East Coast. The letter was folded once, and as I opened it, a picture fell out. Before picking it up, I read the words: "I won't tell. But I will remember." I stooped down to pick up what had fallen, and was surprised to see a polaroid picture of Emily's ass, her cheeks spread.

I keep it in a box of trinkets at my office now, and sometimes wonder if I'll ever see Emily again.