An Unexpected Romance

This is a work of fiction. This story involves a college freshman coed losing her virginity to her boss, so if disturbs you, then you should stop reading now. Any similarity to real names or real people is purely coincidental. Constructive comments are always welcome, but please read the whole story to the end before you comment.

My philosophy is that a story should be like a woman's skirt. It should be long enough to cover the subject, but short enough to keep it interesting. I try to do that in my stories. You may or may not agree with me as to where I should end a story, but know that I end each story where I think it should end.

Nobody in this story was under 18 when they had sex.

My name is Jenny Waters (although my last name was Smith when this took place). I had graduated from high school with very high honors. In other words, I was in the top one percent of my graduating class. That was good enough to land me a decent scholarship at the most prestigious university in my state. Yes, I also received scholarship offers from other schools, and some of them covered all expenses, including living expenses; but I turned them down after I was accepted with a scholarship at the university of my choice.

Now, lest anybody think that meant that everything was fully paid for because I had a scholarship to my chosen university, let me say that not all scholarships do that. The scholarship I accepted paid for my tuition, books and fees, but it did NOT cover my room and board. Therefore, I knew that I would have to make some money to cover those, and any other, expenses that I might have while I was at college. That meant that I needed a job. However, I saw this as an opportunity, rather than as a burden. Working allows you to build a resume beyond just education.

Not being one to put things off until the end, I started looking for a job in the town where the university was located as soon as I had graduated from high school. I was lucky. A lot of entry-level jobs were vacated when graduating college students moved on to start their careers elsewhere.

I got hired at a firm that did technical support for engineering and architectural firms. My job mostly involved making copies of proposals and plans, and sorting and boxing those proposals and plans for customers and government agencies. It was somewhat repetitious, but varied enough that I was always learning something new. My major would be in civil engineering, which was why I was hired in the first place, so it gave me a chance to see what architecture and engineering were really like in the real world.

This was back in the late 1960s, so it was uncommon for girls like me to be studying engineering of any kind. Most girls went into teaching or nursing or just trying to catch a husband while in college. We didn't have cell phones or laptop computers. Computers were the size of houses, so only the government or big institutions or corporations had them. Plans were drawn by hand, reports were typed, and copies were made and distributed. There was no such thing as online transfer of plans or data.

All of that gives you some background on my situation. Now, for the personal stuff. I was very petite at 5'2" and 100 lbs. My hair was black, straight and very long (down to my knees). My skin was smooth and light caramel-colored. All of that was mostly due to my mother, who was a Filipina, and she married my father, who was a white American stationed in the Philippines when he met my mother.

It seemed like about the only physical attribute I got from my father was that my skin was a lighter shade of caramel than my mother's skin. Other than that, I had my mother's looks, which was fortunate because my mother was truly beautiful when she was young.

Tom Waters was the owner of the firm that I was hired into (and my new boss). He seemed to take an immediate liking to me. He offered me the job during the first interview. Then, he asked where I would be living. Since I had traveled several hours from my home to the interview, I told him that I hadn't found a place yet, and he told me that he had an extra bedroom in his house, if I would be interested in staying there.

That surprised me. I asked if he was sure that his wife would go along with renting a room to a young girl like me, and he laughed. "First, I don't have a wife, and second, I wasn't offering to rent the room to you. If you want to stay in my house, there won't be any charge."

I was stunned. I hadn't anticipated anything like this, but his offer would certainly solve a lot of problems for me. My main reason for working was to be able to pay for rent and food. He was basically eliminating the rent. "Free rent sounds pretty good. Would you want me to buy my own food, or would we share the food budget?"

"Do you cook?" he asked.

"Yes, I can cook," I replied.

He smiled. "Then don't worry about the cost of food. If you will cook for us, then I will pay for the food we buy, or better yet, you can shop for us and I will just give you the money for shopping."

"You are offering both room and board for free?" I asked. "What do you want in return?"

"If you can cook," he replied. "That will be plenty."

I blinked, not quite believing what I had heard. "I accept," I replied. "You have just made my life much easier. However, if there is anything else I can do for you, just ask."

"OK," he replied. "I'll keep that in mind."

I found it a joy to both work and live with Tom. As the weeks went by that summer, we spent many an evening together just talking. Tom was 32 and had served in the military when he was younger. He had returned to complete an engineering degree and an MBA, and he had started his firm. Tom was one of those people who quickly recognized an opportunity and moved to fill it. Every time we talked, I was more drawn to Tom, and I was thinking about him in more and more romantic terms.

For his part, Tom was always a perfect gentleman to me, which of course, attracted me even more to him. I had grown up in a very conservative family, my mother seemingly terrified that some boy would get me pregnant. Of course, that was unlikely to happen in high school, since she wouldn't even let me date. I really knew nothing about boys or men, other than her fears and beliefs.

My mother thought that every man would want to rape me, if they ever got the opportunity. My father had died when I was twelve, so I never had him to help me to overcome my mother's unfounded fears and unreasonable restrictions as I went through junior high and high school. Because of that, I was completely naïve as to how love, romance and sex worked.

Living with Tom also meant that I always had a ride to and from work, and he let me use his extra car to go shopping on Saturdays. As promised, he paid for whatever I bought. I was able to save tons of money that summer, and I was able to buy clothes for school and leisure instead of using my money for the essentials. At first, I was just making a little more than minimum wage, which wasn't much, but Tom gave me a considerable raise after only a couple of weeks. He told me that I had already proved my worth, and that, if I continued to work hard, I could expect more raises. My savings account was growing quickly and unexpectedly.

On one of my clothes shopping trips, I was in one of the department stores, and I wandered into the lingerie and sleepwear section. I had always worn very conservative nightgowns to bed, but here I saw some very sexy short nightgowns. I made me wonder how Tom would react if I was wearing something sexy like that. Truthfully, I had no idea how to seduce somebody, and I'm not sure that I was actually thinking about that anyway, but I was still curious as to what his reaction would be. I bought a very sexy baby doll nightgown, and took it home.

Home life for Tom and me had become fairly routine. I would get up early to fix both of us breakfast, we would eat, and I would clean up before Tom drove us into the office. When we were done for the day, Tom would drive us home, and I would cook dinner while he worked in his den. I did grocery shopping (and any other shopping) on Saturdays. On Sundays, I would usually go to church, but he would go to the golf course or go hiking in the mountains. Sometimes, I would hike with him, but I quickly realized that I didn't enjoy golf. That was how things usually went.

It took about a week after I bought the nightie before I was finally brave enough to wear it in front of Tom. In the evenings, we would usually watch some TV or just sit in the family room and talk. This particular evening, after I finished dishes, I went to my room and changed into my new nightgown and then went into the family room to be with Tom. He was sitting on the couch when I entered, and he didn't notice me at first, but when he did, his eyes lit up.

Instead of just sitting next to him, I leaned across him and lay on my back across his lap and reached up to pull him toward me. I could see the questions in his eyes as he tried to figure out what I was doing. Like I said, though, Tom was always quick to use opportunities to his advantage, and he leaned down to kiss me. It was my first kiss, and what a kiss it was.

With my arms around the back of his neck, Tom quickly realized that I would accept more than just a kiss. His hands drifted to my breasts, with his fingers and thumbs rolling my nipples. It brought goose bumps to my skin. His tongue immediately gained entry to my mouth, exploring every bit and wrestling with my tongue. It startled me at first, but I quickly realized that I loved the taste of his kisses. I had never even thought of taste being a factor in kissing, but it certainly was. His mouth tasted sweet as his saliva mixed together with mine in my mouth.

I was overwhelmed with all of the new sensations that I was experiencing, and there was no thought of resisting anything that he might want to do at that point. When our initial kiss finally broke, I whispered to him, "I love you." His hands were still caressing my breasts, and he leaned in once more to kiss me. I wondered where this would all lead.

Soon, his hands made their way under the hem of my nightgown and back up to my bare breasts. His hands felt wonderful on my skin, and I was moaning into our kiss. The second time he broke our kiss, he asked, "Are you sure that you want to do this?"

"Yes," I replied. "I have never felt so wonderful in my life."

He looked into my eyes. "What I mean is how far do you want to go? Is there a line that you don't want to cross?"

I hadn't really thought about lines before that, and I replied, "I trust you. Whatever you want to do will be fine with me."

"Jenny," he said. "I have grown very fond of you over the last couple of months. I don't want to do anything that will hurt you, but at the same time, I am a man. I'm sure that you have realized that my cock is rock hard underneath you. I'm afraid of going too far because I'm pretty sure you are a virgin, and I'm not sure what that means to you."

"Tom," I replied. "I am a virgin, but if you want to do more, I am willing. I love you, and I want to build something more with you."

"Do you want to make love?" he asked.

"Yes," I said. "I would love to make love to you."

"OK," Tom replied. "Let's go into the bedroom where we can be more comfortable." With that, he lifted me up and carried me into the master bedroom. Once there, he leaned forward and lay me on the bed with my butt at the edge of the mattress. Tom excused himself and ran into the bathroom to get a bath towel. That surprised me at first, but when he laid it out next to me on the bed, I figured it out. He wanted me to lay on it in case there was a mess later.

When I was situated, Tom leaned over me and kissed me deeply. He whispered, "You know, once we do this, there is no going back. You will never be a virgin again, if we do this."

"If we make love, will I be your woman?" I asked.

"You will be my woman forever," he replied.

I smiled. "Then let's make love. That is exactly what I want."

Tom leaned down again and kissed me deeply. His tongue was playing with mine, and he was sucking my tongue into his mouth. I couldn't believe how good I was feeling. His hands were on my breasts, having slid under my nightgown to access them. I was in heaven, and I was humming into his mouth as he kissed me.

When he started to pull my nightgown up, I raised up my upper body to allow him to slide it off of my shoulders and over my head. I was now naked except for my panties, which I promptly pushed down my legs and then kicked off with my feet. It only took me a couple of minutes to pull off his shirt and shorts to make him as naked as I was. I was now skin-to-skin with a man for the first time in my life.

Of course, I was scared. What woman wouldn't be in this situation? I was a total innocent, so I had no idea what came next, but I had heard that it would hurt the first time a woman made love. Still, I wanted this. I would endure anything, if it meant that I would spend a lifetime with Tom. He was on top of me now, my legs spread, so that his hips were between them. We continued to kiss for a while, and then he broke the kiss and softly kissed his way over my ear lobes and neck on his way to my breasts. The sensations I felt were like nothing I had ever experienced.

When his lips finally found one of my nipples, it was like electricity was loosed in my body. I sighed as pleasure overcame my senses, and my hands drew his head closer to my breasts. There was certainly nothing about this that hurt. He suckled my nipple until it was erect and stiff, and then he moved to my other nipple to care for that one the same as the first.

He traded back and forth between my nipples, and my pussy had become extremely wet. I had no idea before that there was a connection between my breasts and my pussy, but apparently there was. I was experiencing the strangest feelings in my womb, as if there was something my body needed that I was missing, and a void that I needed to have filled. My hips were rocking even before Tom ever touched my pussy.

After a while, he moved his lips from my breasts to my pussy, making a brief stop at my belly button to tickle me. When his lips found my pussy, I wasn't sure what to expect, but I was soon rewarded when he licked my vulva, lapping up my juices and causing immense pleasure.

That was nothing, however, compared to the pleasure I felt when he sucked my clitoris into his mouth. At the time, I didn't even know what he was sucking, but I knew quickly that it was a source of great pleasure. Waves of pleasure started washing over me, threatening to overwhelm my senses, and my hips and internals became spasmodic.

I have no idea how long he licked and sucked the various parts of my pussy. I lost all track of time. The pleasure was so great that at one point I had to push his head away because I simply couldn't take any more. I had no idea that it was even possible to have too much pleasure; that it was possible to go into pleasure overload, such that any more pleasure became almost painful; but it did. When I cried out for him to stop, he did.

I was in an almost unconscious state when he wiped his face and then returned to kissing me passionately. He was still rubbing my pussy, but it was his cock doing the rubbing now. I'm not sure when the rubbing changed, and his cock was instead pressing into my pussy, but it did. My first indication that something was different was when I felt a pinching sensation inside my pussy, and then his cock was pushing deeply into my body. If that was the pain I had been warned about, then the warning was greatly exaggerated. In fact, the sensations he had caused with his tongue were still more powerful than the pain produced by his cock entering my body.

When his cock bottomed out in me, I pressed back against him, wishing to have his cock as deep as possible in my pussy. He waited for a moment, and then he started a slow in and out movement, sliding the length of his cock through my pussy. It seemed like his cock was reaching deeper into my pussy with every stroke, and it was soon pressing against something deep inside of me.

Again, I felt pleasure building up inside of my body. I wasn't sure where it would lead, but I hoped that I would experience another climax of pleasure like I had felt when he was licking and sucking my pussy. The longer his cock thrust in and out of me, and the more I pressed back against every stroke, the more pleasure I felt building inside of me. All I knew was that I needed more and more of him inside of me, and I wasn't sure exactly what was missing, but I was absolutely sure that it was coming soon.

I was right. As Tom's thrusting cock ravaged the inside of my pussy, it sent me careening over the edge into an even stronger orgasm (not that I actually knew what that was), and my insides started spasming around his cock as he drove it into me. I soon became impossible for his cock to move, and it was pressed all the way into my body. I could feel him orgasming deep inside of me, pumping his seed into my womb (even though I didn't know that was what I was feeling at the time).

"Oh, Tom," I cried. "I love you."

"I love you too," he replied. "I love you too."

We fell asleep in each other's arms. He had tried to roll off of me, but I rolled with him to maintain the connection between our bodies. As a result, we fell asleep laying on our sides, with my legs wrapped around his waist and his cock still inside my pussy. When his cock finally became soft and fell out of my vagina, I reached down between us and rubbed the head of his cock around on my pussy until his cock got hard again and I was able to put in back inside of my pussy.

Once I had his cock back inside of me, I kept my pussy sliding along his cock until he woke up and started thrusting again. That was how we spent the night. I have no idea how many times he came inside of me, or how many times I came on his cock, but it was a lot. The next morning, which was a Saturday, we continued our lovemaking until we were both too hungry to go on. I got up and made breakfast.

When I got back to the bed with a tray of food, Tom was asleep, but the smell of the food (and me playing with his cock) soon woke him up again. When He realized that there was food on the bed, he smiled and ate heartily. When we were finished with breakfast, and then he smiled and kissed me. I melted into his arms. I didn't think that I could get any happier.

When he finally broke the kiss, Tom looked at me thoughtfully for a few minutes. Then, he said, "You were the best intern I ever hired. Will I now have to hire another?"

"Why would you have to do that?" I asked.

"Well," Tom replied. "If we have children, would you have time for me, our children, and a full-time job at the same time?"

"I don't understand," I said. "What are you saying?"

"I guess I am asking you to marry me," he replied. "I would rather that my wife takes her responsibility to her husband and her children above all else."

I blinked. "You are asking me to marry you? The answer is YES!" I replied. "When do you want to get married?"

"We should probably marry before you start to show," he replied. When did your last period start?"

I thought about that for a minute. "About two weeks ago."

"Then you are probably fertile right now," Tom said. I hadn't even thought about that, but he was probably correct.

"I will marry you whenever you want," I replied. "I love you. I already told you that."

"Do you want a big wedding?" he asked.

"No," I said. "Just family and a few friends. Family is easy for me; I just have my mom."

"OK," he replied. "Do you care where we get married?"

"No," I said. "As long as it is legal, then I am fine with it."

Tom smiled. "Describe your dream setting for a wedding."

I looked at him. "You love the mountains. Could we get married on the shore of a mountain lake?"

"Yes," he replied. "I'm sure that is possible. I know a mountain lake lodge about halfway between here and where your mother lives that would work well for a wedding. Have you ever been to Fish Lake Lodge?"

I smiled because this brought back a fond memory. "Yes," I replied. "My father took us there before he died. It was beautiful, and would be perfect. Can you set that up?"

"Actually," he replied. "I know the owners. I'm sure that it would be possible. So, the only thing left is to set a date, and I will make the arrangements."

We spent the rest of the morning making plans and arrangements. My mother was thrilled when I called her with the news. Tom made the arrangements with Fish Lake Lodge and reserved us a cabin for the nights before and after the wedding.

When we had finalized our plans, Tom got up off the couch and said, "Let's go to bed. I want some more of your loving."

I smiled and replied, "That sounds good to me. I'm sure glad that I bought the nightie. I don't think I would have ever been brave enough to snuggle up with you, if I hadn't had the nightie to turn you on with. It increased my confidence by a lot."

Tom smiled back. "Truthfully, I'm amazed that we lived together as long as we did before one of us made a move. I thought about kissing you many times, but I didn't want to scare you off, and I wasn't completely sure that you wanted a relationship with me. That seems silly to me now. You wearing your nightie and then lying across my lap convinced me that you wanted me as much as I wanted you. I had to kiss you when you were lying across my lap."

"I'm glad you did," I replied. "I don't know what I would have done, if you had rejected me at that point. I might have just died of embarrassment on the spot."

We went into the bedroom, and Tom slowly removed my clothes, starting with my blouse and ending with my panties. I, then, unbuckled his belt, and then unhooked and unzipped his slacks until they slid down his legs and puddled around his feet. He quickly kicked them off. Next, I removed his shirt, and then his boxers. We were now standing naked next to the bed.

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, pulling him into me, and he was soon kissing me deeply as his hands roamed over my breasts. God, it felt so good to be in his arms. His kisses and his touches were sending waves of pleasure through my body, and I was soon unable to support my weight on my legs. Tom lowered me onto the bed, and his body pressed down against me. My legs automatically spread to allow him room between them.

I reached between our bodies, and his cock was already hard and between my legs. I guided it to my vaginal entrance, and I sighed as it slid up into my body, filling my vagina and pressing against my cervix. This was exactly where I wanted to be for the rest of my life. Nothing else would matter to me from then on. I cried out in pleasure as he started thrusting his cock into my pussy, increasing the tempo and strength of his thrusts as he progressed.

I wrapped my legs around his back in an attempt to draw him even deeper into my body. I wanted to merge completely with this man. Together we were complete. Together we were one. Together we were unstoppable. We would conquer the world together. I was quickly coming to my first climax, and I shivered and shook as waves of pleasure washed over me. I knew that this pleasure would continue for as long as we were coupled like this, so I didn't want it to ever end.

I'm not sure how long it lasted. I lost all track of time, and I might have even lost consciousness at some point, but eventually, I felt Tom press his cock hard against my cervix, and I could feel his seed being shot by spurt after spurt into my womb. I didn't have to worry about getting pregnant. He was already committed to spending the rest of his life with me, so any babies that resulted would be welcome. His sperm not only filled my womb; it filled my entire being with love and joy.

I fell asleep with his cock still buried in my pussy. Tom had rolled to the side, but I again rolled with him to keep his cock trapped inside of my body for as long as possible. When I once again woke, his cock had softened and was laying on my thigh, but his sperm was all still inside of my body. That was exactly what I wanted. I leaned in and kissed his cheek, and then I fell asleep again.

We spent our Sunday in each other's arms. I lost track of how many times we made love, and I have no idea how many orgasms Tom gave me. Of course, I took breaks to cook meals, and he even helped me with cleaning up afterwards, but we spent most of the day in bed. We finalized the plans for the wedding in two weeks, and all that would be necessary was for me to find a wedding dress. We decided against anything formal, so although I would be wearing a wedding dress, everybody else would just be wearing their normal church clothes. It made the arrangements much simpler.

Tom knew a local judge who consented to marry us. Obtaining the wedding license would be a simple matter the next day at the county clerk's office. It didn't matter at all that we would actually be married in a different county. We called our families and friends that we wanted at our wedding, and nobody had any issues.

In addition to the cabin he reserved for us, Tom reserved cabins for his parents and my mother at the Fish Lake Lodge, as well as cabins for his best man and my maid of honor. Everybody else attending would have to figure out their own lodging arrangements. It was amazing that Tom was able to reserve the cabins at all, and it was only possible due to a cancellation. Fish Lake Lodge (and all of its cabins) was usually reserved months in advance. There were other cabins and campsites around the lake.

We went into work on Monday morning as usual, but I took the afternoon off to get my dress taken care of. Of course, I had to buy new shoes and stockings as well. My wedding dress was more like a white sundress, in truth. Since we would be married in an informal setting overlooking a beautiful lake, I thought it would be more appropriate than a formal wedding dress. Besides, because it was a short dress, I would have to worry as much about tripping on uneven surfaces. I chose short heels, so my legs would still look classy, but the tripping hazard would still be minimized.

I took my dress and accessories back to our home, and then returned to the office. It was lucky that I did, because Tom had been inundated by two new engineering projects that needed to done quickly. I immediately jumped in and started folding and collating the projects and plans. Tom was very grateful, and promised me a dinner out that evening. That made me smile. Somehow, we were able to complete both rush projects by the end of the day. This was exactly why architects and engineers from around the valley trusted Tom to complete their projects. He did them fast, and he did them right.

Tom took me to the Brick Oven Restaurant for a romantic Italian dinner. Honestly, it was one of our favorite restaurants, and because it was located close to the university campus, it always had a lively atmosphere. He even called ahead for reservations, so we didn't have to stand in line. Dinner was wonderful and definitely romantic. Tom didn't have to romance me, but I was happy to know that he still wanted to.

The next day, we had a slow period during mid-morning, so he left an employee in charge of the office, and we walked a few doors down the street to a jewelry shop. I was surprised, but I guess I shouldn't have been. We picked out a wedding/engagement set of rings, and I walked out with an engagement ring on my third finger. We stopped at the office to check on things, and of course, everybody noticed my new ring. Then, we walked to a small café across the street for lunch.

During lunch, Tom asked me if I still wanted to go to college. Honestly, I hadn't even thought about that since the summer had begun. We talked a bit about it. I already knew that Tom wanted a wife who put him above all else. Adding full-time university attendance into that would have just complicated matters. I decided that it would be best if I didn't try to fit full-time college classes into that, but I still wanted to experience university.

Tom suggested that I take one class every term (unless I was feeling overloaded). That way, I would still get the university experience without it taking away from our marriage. I was happy with that solution. It would mean giving up my scholarship, but that wasn't a concern anymore.

We went back to the office and worked the rest of the afternoon. Of course, the girls in the office wanted to know all about the engagement. Nobody knew that I was living with Tom, so I just told them that he had asked me over the weekend. They wanted details, but I just told them that the details were only between Tom and me. Tom overheard this conversation, and I could see him smile when he heard my responses to their questions.

When we got home that evening, I cooked dinner while Tom finished up some business in the den. It was a simple dinner, and it wasn't long before I went into the den to tell Tom that dinner was on the table. We talked during dinner; both of us still learning more about the other. After dinner, I quickly cleaned up and joined Tom on the couch. Since I had chosen my path, I would do whatever I could to keep Tom happy and satisfied. I would be the best wife and mother possible.

I curled up next to him and leaned in to kiss him. He quickly returned the kiss with passion. I had only been thinking about snuggling, but Tom wanted to make love, so I stripped off my clothes and made my body available to him. It was no hardship. Tom made sure that I had all the pleasure that I could handle. This would become the norm in my life, with a loving husband who did everything he could to make my life good. I loved him for that, and so many other reasons, as well.

We went to Fish Lake on a Friday afternoon, spending a lazy afternoon along the lake shore. The next morning, my friend Betsy (my maid of honor) came to our cabin to help me get ready for the wedding. We were married on a large deck overlooking the lake. Everything was beautiful and serene. The lodge hosted our small reception in the main dining room. It was nice, but I don't remember much about it, other than how excited I was to be married. I couldn't even tell you what we ate that day.

Friends and family came to wish us well. My mother was very happy that I had found a good man, and she expressed her desire for grandchildren. Of course, I couldn't tell her that I was probably already pregnant, but I was already feeling the effects of the hormonal changes in my body, with nausea in the mornings being the first. This was all before pregnancy tests were invented, so women had to just go off the signs their body gave them to ascertain pregnancy.

Tom and I spent the next three nights there at the lake as a kind of honeymoon. It was wonderful, and I never had to worry about anything the whole time we stayed there. It was very relaxing (even though we woke up at various times during the nights to make love). Tom made me feel very special, which made me love him even more. I wanted to spend my whole life with him, and I would.

Life with Tom has been very good. His business became more and more successful over the years. I worked at the business for a while, but children and other responsibilities soon became my priorities. I did take classes at the university, and I eventually graduated with a degree in civil engineering. By the time I graduated, however, it was no longer unusual for women to major and graduate in engineering. Tom and I now have five children who are all happy, healthy and successful in their own rights.