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Subject: {ASSM} Love of my life (MF, rom, 1st, nosex)
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This is my first attempt ever at writing erotica, I appreciate all
feedback (positive and negative) so I know where to improve and even if
I should just stop trying ;-)
First of all, this is a work of fiction, if you see any resemblance to
places or persons you know, that's just a coincidence.
1.
Hello everyone, my name is Peter and this is the story about how I met
the girl I love. First let me tell me about myself: I'm 5'10" and weigh
in at about 160 pounds. I have short brown hair and blue eyes. I'm what
you would call a computer guy: I have a degree in computer programming
so most of my time I spend at the computer. Because of this I have very
little time for exercise which means I'm not exactly very muscular. And
by the time this story starts I'm single for a little over a year (what
can I say, I don't go out much and I'm shy as well)
It all started at my first real job. After graduating I got a job in a
small software firm as a programmer/web designer. I was quite lucky to
get it, as the job market was quite thin for programmers at the time. I
got a temporary contract until the end of august of the next year to
start with and the promise that it would be turned into a permanent one
as soon as it was over. A couple of months later, the end date for my
contract neared when the boss called me into his office. "Peter, " he
said, "I have some bad news for you. Our largest client is a few months
behind with their payments and with the current economic state, other
clients are postponing their orders. I'm afraid we can't afford to keep
you anymore." There I was: 2 weeks until my contract ended and no job to
start after that time... Thank goodness I still live with my parents,
because there was no way I'd be able to afford an apartment anymore...
A few days later when I got home from work, the phone rang. The man at
the other end identified himself as Brian Jones. He was the principal of
an evening school close to us, the RSLT (Royal School for Language and
Technics). He had heard that I was going to lose my job and as it turned
out, they were looking for someone to teach 2 classes: web design and
web scripting. Of course this would only be a part-time job. I set up a
meeting for the next day, put down the phone and went downstairs to tell
my parents the good news, they were almost as happy as I was. I went
back upstairs to continue my game of counter strike when the phone rang
again. Once again it was Brian on the phone. He told me they also needed
someone to maintain the computers on campus. And since I seemed
qualified if I wanted to have the job. Together this gave me a full time
occupation so I accepted immediately.
The next day I went to school for that meeting. I knew the building as I
had been there before. I was told to go to the teacher's lounge and look
for Brian there. Still very nervous I went in and that's where I saw
her: She was a stunning blonde, with a beautiful figure, about my height
and the most perfect face you've ever seen. Just as I saw her, she
started laughing at a joke someone had apparently told her and it was a
heavenly sound. I never believed in love at first sight, but at that
time I changed my mind: I was in love with this girl and I didn't even
know who she was. When I finally regained my composure and asked for
Brian I was told it was the man sitting at the desk. He looked to be in
his late forties, his hair going grey and he wore a pair of glasses that
seemed slightly out of date. He asked me a few general questions, gave
me some paper work to fill in and then introduced me to everyone else in
the room. I tried not to look at her too often, afraid someone might
notice me staring. I learned that her name was Katy Summers, she was the
secretary's daughter and she didn't work at the school. She only came
along because she didn't want to be alone the entire evening. Our eyes
locked for a second and I was drawn into a pair of the most beautiful
blue eyes I had ever seen. Reluctantly I pulled my gaze away from her,
hoping she hadn't noticed me staring... I stayed there a little longer,
chatting with my new colleagues to be. I was given my course material,
my roster and a brief explanation of all the paperwork that's required
when you're teaching (apparently the paperwork I had already finished
still wasn't enough). Then I went home, dreaming about Katy all the
time... I really hoped she'd keep coming there, even after school started.
On Friday I went to my programming job the last time and didn't really
do a lot... I had brought a couple of beers for my buddies at work and we
spent the day drinking those and telling stories. They wished me the
best of luck in my new job and the boss wrote me a praising letter of
recommendation. I could hardly wait until Tuesday because that was the
first evening I was supposed to be at school to start preparations for
the next semester. Those 4 days took ages to pass. There was nothing I
could do except browse through a couple of books I was supposed to use
for my classes, only to find out I knew most of the things that were in
them. Finally Tuesday arrived. I was told I had to be there at 7 pm, but
I showed up half an hour early. There were only 3 other people in the
teacher's lounge: Brian, Mandy (Katy's mother, the secretary) and Katy.
They said their hellos and we started talking. It was a little
uncomfortable for me, sitting across the table from this angel with her
mom sitting next to me. I tried my best not to stare and I think I
pulled it off. About 15 minutes later Mandy and Brian asked me if I'd
mind to keep Katy company for a few minutes. They had to go and check up
on some paperwork. Did I mind?? They were leaving me alone with the most
beautiful girl I had ever seen, why would I mind that? But as soon as
they left a streak of panic went through my mind. "What are we going to
talk about?" "I hope I don't screw this up" "What if she thinks I'm a
loser?" I was worrying for nothing though. The conversation actually
went quite easy. We were making small talk and before I realized it, her
mom was back and we started working. I had to call each of my students
to let them know when classes would begin and where they would be held.
As I was doing this, my colleagues started coming in as well and made a
start on their own list. Because I had a head start on them I finished
quite early and started talking to Katy a little more. Time passed
quickly again and I was startled to find that it was already 10 o'clock
and that everyone had already left except for Eileen (an woman in her
fifties who taught a few computer classes as well), Mandy, Katy and
Brian. My job was done for the week. Next week, classes would start and
I'd get to see her 2 times a week. I took one last look at her as I got
in my car and drove home. I couldn't wait until it was Tuesday again.
To be continued?
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