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  “Look for another job. Meaning your decision was made just recently. Corey, what’s going on? Do you want a raise? You’ve got it. More vacation? Hell, just take a few weeks, recharge your batteries – but come back. I am not letting you go!” Nate says, his voice increasing to a shout.

  I look apprehensively toward the open door, then remember that most of the employees of Drummond Oil have already left for the holidays. Well, that’s one good thing for Christmas – the office is empty way before quitting time. Finding my voice, I tell Nate, “It’s just the right thing for me to do! I have . . . I need . . . to take my life . . .”

  “No, Corey! I categorically reject your resignation request. You’re staying – you’re the best assistant I have ever employed, and Drummond Oil is running more smoothly because of your ability and expertise. No.” The last word comes out flat and low.

  Nate: I refuse to allow her to resign. It’s not even that I’ll need to train someone to replace her – I need her to stay in my life. I knew it was coming to this! I knew it! Quick, think of something, find a way to keep her in your life. Drummond, you really should have faced this with her long ago. Maybe she wouldn’t be your assistant – maybe she’d be something more . . . important to you. I look at her and she’s wearing a look of desperation on her delicate face.

  As I look at her beautiful face, I imagine that face with eyes closed and lips swollen by my kisses, lying on my pillow in my bed. I see her writhing under me, as we make scorching-hot love early on a Sunday morning. Soon, I hear her morning-song coming from her throat as she comes, clenching around my hard, throbbing dick. I start, realizing that I really have gotten hard, for the second time today. I shift my body, not wanting her to see her effect on me.

  Corey: “Mr. Drummond! I’ll leave regardless,” I start to say, then Nate stands and walks from his side of the massive blonde wood desk. Now, he’s standing right in front of me with his hands on my shoulders. Where he’s touching me, I burst into flame. Now I really can’t breathe. I stop trying to talk and make my case. I simply stare, open-mouthed, like someone who can’t talk and I look at him. Oh, my God! He has a huge erection – I can see it pushing the front of his pants out. He’s going to . . . kiss me! Oh, his lips feel like velvet - warm honey that’s melting my insides into goop. He pulls me into his arms and he won’t let go – they’re locked around me like a vice, and his tongue has invaded my mouth. My tongue moves shyly to meet his and, too soon, they’re grappling like two wrestlers, or two people making love. I don’t know! He tears his lips from mine and, with one wide sweep of his arm, papers, pens and other office equipment go flying to the floor. He bends me back to the desk so my legs have no choice but to open – and I feel . . . something pressing against my pussy and my stomach.

  Oh my God! That’s his dick and it’s hard – for me! His kiss softens on my lips, and he rubs himself against me. My arms go around his neck, and I run my fingers through his soft, silky brown hair. I feel my breasts and nipples growing hard, as he lies on top of me. He’s supporting his weight with his elbows, but is staying close enough that he can kiss me. Next, I feel cool air on my chest – he’s unbuttoned my blouse? Ohhhhh! The feel of his hand on my breast, even through lace . . . hot! I’m so hot! My hips undulate against his, and he growls low in his throat.

  Hearing this, I loosen his tie and start unbuttoning his shirt. He’s egged on, and starts pushing my gray blazer jacket off my shoulders, and continues unbuttoning my blouse, pulling it out of my skirt. Now, I’m naked up top except for my bra. Thank God I pulled out a lacy, attractive one today! His moist, sexy lips blaze a burning trail across my cheek, down my ear and neck, then land on my chest, as he licks a hot, moist trail to one breast, then the other. I hear my breathing grow harsh and raspy. I push his long-sleeved shirt down his arm,s and he releases me, first with one arm, then the second. As one arm goes back around me, he begins searching for the button closure and zipper to my skirt. Finding it, he has it open in seconds, pushing it frantically down my hips. My tights and oh-so-skimpy panties follow, and I hear my shoes hit the floor with dual thumps. I begin working at his belt and the opening to his pants. I’ve never done this, so it’s odd that my fingers know what to do, except, as I lower the zipper for his pants, the back of my hand brushes across his erection. While my pussy floods with hot moisture, I still get scared. How will something that . . . massive . . . fit inside me without tearing me in two? My heartbeat accelerates, both fearing and anticipating that moment. I push on, despite my fear, and I push down form-fitting boxer briefs, exposing a hard, thick, throbbing penis. I feel it jerking and gently thumping against my lower abdomen and now, I really feel moisture leaking out of me.

  “Oh my God, what am I doing?” I mutter. I realize that Nate hears me when he responds.

  “Go with it, sweetheart. Just . . . go with it. Just one minute, though. I want to protect you.” Nate pulls a small foil packet from his wallet. So, it’s true – men are always prepared – or Nate was a Boy Scout. He quickly and jerkily rolls the condom over his distended length, and I get a look at it. I gulp involuntarily – it’s HUGE! I mean, massive huge, and now I’m really afraid.

  Nate returns to me, this time, rubbing me in between my legs. His rhythmic massage of my clit makes me respond with a burning warmth inside me, and my pussy walls begin contracting gently. He keeps massaging me, so that soon I am panting quickly, and moaning in a high-pitched voice that’s completely unlike my real voice. The warmth inside me ignites into a huge fire, and my hips begin moving back and forth to relieve the building heat-pressure. My legs open slightly, and I feel my pussy walls beginning to contract harder and harder . . . in . . . time . . . with . . . my . . . hips . . . OH MY GOD! This feels so good! Eventually, I come down from the mountain peak where Nate took me, and I’m panting as if I just finished a cross-country run.

  “Corey, sweetheart, I want you . . . I’ve wanted you since I first met you,” Nate says softly. His hips buck once, twice, and I feel the tip of his shaft pressing against my pussy, then against my opening. He begins to move himself inside me. As he pushes inside, he meets the proof of my virginity. Our eyes widen at the same time – his from shock, and mine from the alien, but welcome feeling.

  “Corey, you’re a . . .”

  “Virgin,” I finish for him. Feeling that throbbing that comes from both of us, I’m spurred on my wanting. I grab his butt cheeks and push him all the way in, ignoring the small pinch of pain. Once he’s completely inside me, my eyes close and I sigh in bliss. “Oh, my God, this feels . . .”

  “Why didn’t you tell me before?” he asks. His eyes are clouded, looking more gray than blue.

  “When? As I hand you a quarterly spreadsheet? A shareholder’s report? What matters, Nate, is right now, this very minute. And I want you – now,” I say. My voice seems to come out in a throaty growl, as I say the last part.

  Nate, hearing this, responds. His eyes flutter shut for a second, then he begins moving slowly inside me.

  My head goes back at the friction. He’s stretching me and it feels . . . good! More than good. My heels lodge on the edge of the desk, and I begin moving my hips in response to the fullness and new, building heat inside my loins. Soon, we are moving in concert with each other, and I feel dewy – at least I hope it’s dewy – perspiration beading my face.

  I’m panting as I feel him licking and sucking on my nipples. I present them to him, like Eve giving the apple to Adam. Now, as my pussy begins to contract, it feels – strange. I hear Nate groan, as he feels my contractions down there. I feel his shaft jerk and lengthen impossibly long. As he moves inside me, he brushes against the most sensitive part of me . . .

  “Agh! Oh, my God, I would never have thought . . .” Thoughts flee, as my body explodes into a fiery conflagration. NATE!” I can’t speak. Instead, I whimper at the feeling of this orgasm, so different from others I’ve given myself. As I’m coming, Nate grunts, then gives a roar of satisfaction as he reaches his own peak of com
pletion.

  “COREY! Ahh, my God, if I’d ever . . .” Just like I did earlier, his speech stutters to a halt, and he growls and moans as he comes once, twice and three times. We collapse into a breathless heap on his desk, as we come back to earth.

  Finally, my muscles begin cramping.

  “Ow, my back,” I tell him.

  “Oh, sorry.” He stands up and begins dressing again. He watches me, as I lever myself up on my elbows, then gives a completely male grin.

  Nate: Oh, my God, making love to her is . . . I never knew she was a virgin before we got together. She isn’t afraid of the pain or whatever virgins experience. She just lets me know she needs me, gathers herself, then pushes me all the way in. Just feeling myself in her was enough to make me break out in a sweat, as I try not to come right there. Then, I can’t resist. I have to move inside her. Soon, we’re moving in our own rhythm, and we both come. She lies under me on my desk until her muscles start cramping, so I get up and start getting dressed – then I have an idea.

  Corey: “Corey, I’m going to Germany for the holidays. Please come with me,” Nate asks with another grin.

  My mouth drops. “What if I don’t have a passport?” I ask him.

  “Aww, come on! Living in El Paso, Texas, right across the border from Juarez? Please tell me you have one!”

  “Well, of course I do . . . but Germany? With one day’s notice? My voice squeaks as it goes up. Damn that squeak! “Nate, I don’t know . . .” My objection is muffled by another sensual kiss, one that makes my bare toes curl in need.

  “Well . . . okay . . . I’ll go. But I need to pack first,” I tell him incoherently.

  “Excellent! I hate the holidays, so we’ll just hole up in my house and ignore people,” he says.

  My eyebrows go up as I put my clothes back on. “You hate the holidays? You mean like I hate them?” I ask. Whew. That lovemaking didn’t sap my intelligence after all.

  “So, let’s hate them together. I’ll take you to your place, you pack plenty of warm things, then we’ll go to my place. We’ll go in my plane, so no need to worry about crowded planes or being able to get a ticket at the last minute,” he said.

  Chapter 2

  “Okay,” I tell him. Having processed the bills for his jet, I’m well aware he has a private plane. I’ve authorized payments to his pilot, as well as repairs and maintenance for the jet over the past two years. At my apartment, Nate comes in and lounges on my small love seat, as I dash around, packing everything I’ll need. Finally, I have everything. I take my passport out of my small filing cabinet, and assure myself that everything is turned off. Nate drives us to his penthouse, located just past the west side of El Paso, in a tall apartment building. An elevator takes us to the top floor, where he lets us into an expansive foyer and living room. Like his office, the floor is covered by a thick, sink-to-your-ankles carpet, this one a deep tan. I look outside and see the cold darkness falling over the El Paso cityscape, which is lit almost as far as the eye can see. Looking for the Rio Grande, I spot it and trace the border dividing the United States from Mexico.

  “Would you like to call in for some pizza, or go out to eat something?” Nate asks.

  “I’m really beat – I’d just rather try to relax and stay inside, if you don’t mind. Besides, it’s really getting cold out there,” I tell him.

  “I’ll order after changing my clothes. Pull some beers out of the fridge. Depending on how busy they are, we’ll be eating in about thirty minutes,” Nate tosses over his shoulder as he walks to the back of his apartment. Ten minutes later, he’s wearing a snug pair of jeans with a well-fitting sweater. On his feet, he has slipped well-worn moccasins.

  I take the opportunity to change into my own comfort clothes – jeans and a long sweater that covers half my thighs. On my feet, I have a pair of sneakers. I’ve let my hair back down, and it’s falling halfway down my back. After we have finished a bottle of beer each, the doorbell peals several chimes. Nick pulls a bill out of his wallet, and comes back with a large pizza box.

  “I figured that since we’re leaving in the morning, I’d only order one,” he said.

  “That’s fine. I can only handle three slices anyway – maybe four if I’m really hungry,” I tell him. Each slice is huge, and I think I’ll only be able to handle the three I told him. I’m shocked when I polish off a fourth slice.

  Nick grins wickedly. “Looks like you, uh, worked up an appetite in my office,” he said, with his eyes twinkling.

  I blush and sit back, not saying anything. Now that I’m here in his home, I’m feeling very shy. This is not characteristic of me, but I think I know where it comes from – I don’t want him seeing where my attraction for him is based.

  Nate: I look at Corey and see her putting distance between us. Damn! I’d thought that after the earlier, explosive lovemaking session, that would be a behavior of the past. If she’d only admit to what I know is there. She’s just as attracted to me as I am to her – which is a huge attraction. Ever since she started working for me as a secretary, I’d hear her breathing change, becoming a very delicate succession of short breaths. She’d also get flushed, something that still happens today. In fact, it’s happening right now. As I look at her darkening green eyes, I realize that I’m becoming aroused again – which, for me, is unusual. I finish my beer and, wanting to hold off until we go to bed, I pull two more bottles from the fridge. Opening one, I hand it to Corey, who accepts it wordlessly. I find a movie and slip it into my DVD player. Powering it up, I allow the sound effects to surround us.

  “One of my favorites! Thanks,” Corey says, settling happily on her end of the couch. Respecting her boundaries, I sit closer to the other end of my long sofa. As the movie progresses, I slowly scoot closer and closer to her until, by the end of the movie, I’m sitting right next to her. I listen closely . . . there it is, that endearing, giveaway hitch to her breathing. I look down at her, and see the flush on her cheeks. I look still lower – whoops! That was a mistake. I see her well-shaped, rounded breasts moving up and down quickly in time with her shallow breathing. I slip one arm behind her neck, and allow my hand to fall casually on her shoulder. I feel her arm pressing against my ribcage, and the back of her head is lying on the front of my shoulder. Looking at her, I grin – she’s looking at me, and her flush has deepened even more. Her eyes have turned a deep emerald green and her expression is serious.

  Seeing this, my smile fades slowly as I realize I am now hard as a brick. My own breathing is constricted, as my opposite hand reaches up to Corey’s chin. I gently push her chin up so our lips can meet. We explore each others’ lips for several minutes. When we come up for air, Corey’s eyes have closed, and her lips are now a satisfying love-kissed pink. One small hand is resting on my chest – probably to avoid the woody down below.

  I have my hands buried in Corey’s beautiful, thick auburn hair, and my fingers are massaging her head. As I rub her head, I smell a sensuous, musky scent as it wafts from her hair to my nostrils. My God, everything about her is so perfect! Even the scent of her shampoo! To give myself time to get a grip, I push her head against my chest. Picking her up, I walk to my bedroom, where I place her on her feet in front of me. Now, both hands are on my chest, resting easily on my sweater.

  “I can’t believe this, but I want to make love with you again. I’ll take it easy with you so you’re not too sore,” I tell her.

  In answer, Corey nods, and allows her arms to slide around my neck. We begin kissing again and, before long, we’re lying on my king-size bed, rolling on top of each other. I pull her sweater off and unbutton her jeans. Seeing her delicate belly button sitting just above the snap of her jeans, I realize how beautifully she is formed. One hand strays to her breasts, holding them and testing their light weight. I softly lick her breasts through her lacy bra, and she arches her back, closing her eyes. Ten minutes later, we are completely nude again. I pull the covers down, and urge Corey to get under so she doesn’t get cold. Joining her,
I tear another foil wrapper open and, extracting a condom, I slide it onto my engorged dick. This time, Corey allows her hands to explore my body, running her fingernails lightly over my back, legs, arms, neck, head and ass. Rolling to my back, I pull Corey on top of me so she is straddling me. My dick jerks and moves, hitting her softly on her own sweet, rounded ass. I raise her carefully, and lower her over my dick, so she begins to take me inside.

  Finally, I am fully inside her, and she is sitting with her weight on my hips. I allow my hands to stray to her rounded, perky tits. Brushing my thumbs over them, I am satisfied to see the nipples become rock-hard nubs. Corey’s eyes close at the sensations buffeting her, and she moans softly. As I hear this evidence of her arousal, my dick grows inside her hot tightness. I have to move, so I begin sliding slowly in and out. Corey places her hands on my chest for leverage, and she begins moving up and down. To make it easier, I take her hands and place them on my shoulders.

  “Raise with your knees and lower yourself. You’re not going to hurt me,” I tell her. My voice has gone deep from my own arousal.

  Corey complies, raising herself almost completely off me, then she lowers herself again. These sensations make my eyes close, as I feel the contrasting warmth from her body and the cool air in my bedroom. Soon, she is moving more forcefully and faster. My dick brushes against her G-spot, as she raises and lowers herself, and she begins moaning each time. I feel her pussy growing even hotter, and I feel the first tell-tale twitches and contractions in her pussy. They come in waves, beginning at the top and moving progressively lower, milking me. Soon – too soon, she is giving me the morning-song, with her eyes closed and her mouth delicately open. I grunt, as I feel her pussy walls beginning to clench hard around me, and this pushes me over my own cliff of sensation. I grow and yell as I come hard, even harder than I did in my office. I feel my semen jetting out of me and into the tip of my condom. Impossibly, Corey continues coming and rocking up and down. This orgasm seems to be a longer, slower one for her, so I keep moving inside her. Her extended orgasm makes me come again, and I shout from the sharpness of the sensations assaulting my hips, pelvis, dick and, hell, my entire body. It feels like little pinpricks are rolling up, down, and back up again. Finally, Corey collapses on me, exhausted and breathing heavily. I’m breathing just as hard. After several minutes, I urge us into the shower, where we wash each other down. Back in bed, we fall asleep in exhaustion, wrapped around each other.