Archive-name: Working/summintn.txt

Archive-author: Joel W. Kanvik

Archive-title: Summer Intern





     I've been working for a large computer company for about a

year and a half now.  Being an intern here has been a great

experience for me.  I've learned a lot about supporting computer

systems (things I had to learn because I'm not a CS major).  Since

I've interned here, many other interns have come and gone.  Some

I've really liked, while others I was happy to avoid.  Most of the

other interns were from regional colleges, but there were a couple

here and there from high school.  Most of them were in different

departments, though.  Even so, there is a comaraderie among the

"grunts" as we nickname ourselves, and we often spend our lunch

hours together.

     One lunch roughly a month ago, which was the start of the

summer, I noticed the several new people in our ranks that would be

joining us for the summer.  Introductions were made, and I quickly

got to know most of the new interns.  Being the "patriarch" of the

interns (I had worked there more than twice as long), I was asked

many questions about what working there would really be like.  I

get asked this question by just about every new intern.

     Although I've seen many interns come and go in my time, some

do catch my attention.  With some it's because they are excellent

workers and I can trust them to get things done.  Others are just

really fun to go to lunch with.  They keep me laughing the entire

hour.  One, about 2 months after I started, had the nicest pair of

breasts I think I've ever seen.  Monica was another of those.  I

didn't get to talk to her very much that day, because I was busy

talking to everyone as a whole.  It was apparent from the people

she was hanging out with that she was in high school.

     Monica was breathtaking.  She was about 5'4" (I'm a bad judge

of other people's height...she could be anywhere from 5'2" to

5'5").  She had long brown hair and big brown eyes.  She was very

tan (pretty impressive considering it was only the end of May). 

Her body seemed pretty good, but I couldn't really tell because of

the clothes she was wearing.  Sometimes dress clothes aren't all

that revealing.  But I deduced that it was all immaterial because

she was in high school.  I figured the oldest she could reasonably

be is 17.  That would put 4 years between us.  Now, that may not

make much of a difference when you're much older, but now...

(especially considering the age of consent is 18 in this fine,

conservative state).

     I worked for about a week before actually running into her in

the building.  I had to miss lunch for that week because I was out

with systems analyst at a customer site.  I was in the mailroom

checking my mail and making a couple of copies of a customer

request form when she walked in.  She didn't notice me right away

and went about placing a few letters in their respective mailboxes. 

I said hi and she turned around, startled.

     "Oops...sorry about scaring you," I said.

     "Don't worry about it.  I just didn't see you when I walked

in."

     "So how's your job going?"

     She proceeded to tell me that she was not too thrilled with

her job.  It was really boring for her.  She was a "grunt" in the

true sense of the word.  She did all the work that no one else

wanted to do, such as make copies for everyone in the branch, file

stuff, and deliver mail.  If you hadn't guessed by now, she was in

the administrative department.

     I did my best to console her, telling her that it would get

better as people realized she could do better work and more

complicated tasks.  I said this as I was leaving the mailroom on my

way back to a workstation room to do more of my work.  I was

surprised when she followed me there, continuing our conversation

the entire way.

     I sat down, and she said, "So this is where you've been

hiding!"  I explained that I had been on location for the past

week.  She said that she had been wondering what had happened to

me.  It occurred to me that that meant that she was looking for me. 

I was flattered.  But not optimistic.  We talked for quite a while

and then she returned to her department.

     We talked a few times more in about the next two weeks. 

Things were going well, it seemed.  But I was reluctant to make any

sort of a move because I didn't want to jeopardize our working

relationship.  I thought nothing would evolve from it.

     It was Friday afternoon, and I was just tying up some loose

ends on two different projects that I finished earlier that day. 

There was a knock on the workroom door (I had closed the door to

shut out the noise from the marketing reps chatting outside.  I

hollered for whoever it was to come in.  Monica walked in.

     We chit-chatted for a while about nothing in general.  Then

she paused, fidgeted around, and finally asked, "John, what are you

doing tomorrow?  Would you like to get together?"

     I was stunned.  Plain and simple.  I never expected that.

     "Ahh...sure, I'd love to.  What did you have in mind?"

     Turned out that she hadn't thought that far in advance.  We

decided on a day at the beach.  We set a time and place to meet,

and then she left.  I sat and wondered what was truly on her mind. 

I mean, she was gorgeous, but she was still 17.  I never felt older

in my life.  Having a young (relatively speaking) girl seem to like

you sort of does that to a person.

     I was at the appointed place on time.  Actually, I was a

little early.  I didn't want to seem to anxious, but I really

couldn't help it.  I waited and waited.  She didn't show up.  I

started to think that I'd been duped.  That simmered in my mind for

about 5 minutes.

     I heard my name being called out, but it was distant enough to

sound like it was coming from no specific direction.  I turned

around a couple of times to see if I could locate the source.  I

finally saw her waving.  She was out on the beach already.  Looks

like I wasn't the only one that was anxious.

     I walked out there and nearly dropped my towel.  It is a good

thing that my sunglasses have mirrors, because my eyes got really

big at seeing her in a bikini.  A small bikini at that.

     She had a smallish sort of chest, but nothing to really

complain about.  It was her legs.  They were long, tan, and shaped

perfectly.  I was amazed.  Absolutely.  She woke me from my reverie

by walking up to me and shyly hugging me.  I whispered a greeting 

in her ear as all my inhibitions about her being 17 flew away.

     We laid in the sun for about half an hour.  She laid on her

stomach for the duration, giving me a great look at her ass.   It

was nice and tight and well-shaped.  It was clear that she had not

been to college to experience the "freshman 15".  She had what my

friends and I refer to as a high-school ass.  Beautiful.

     She jumped up and shouted something about "last one is the

rotten egg" and took off for the lake.  I was up and after her, but

she still beat me.  We ran and dove when the water was deep enough

and headed out for deeper water.  We stopped when the water was at

my shoulders.  She teased me about being the rotten egg, and I

chased her around.  I threw her as far as I could when I finally

caught her.  I soon caught her again just as she was wiping the

water from her face.

     I made like I was going to throw her again, but she put her

arms around me and pulled herself close.  I realized then that we

wouldn't be at the beach for much longer.

     She just hugged me for a few minutes.  I could feel her firm

breasts against my upper chest.  I hugged her back for what seemed

like 10 minutes.  We finally broke, and I started kissing her.  Her

lips were very full and very soft.  They were also hot.  Kisses

started to get hotter and hotter before we finally broke the kiss. 

"I wondered when you'd finally do that," she said as looked into my

eyes.

     "So this was just a ploy to get me out here and take advantage

of me?" I asked through a smirk.

     "Yes"

     "Oh, okay, just checking."

     We kissed a little more and then she indicated that she wanted

to leave.  "Let's get the hell out of here to somewhere more

private" were her exact words, I think.

     We headed back to my apartment, a little two room apartment in

the downtown area of the city.  As soon as we got through the door,

everything was dropped from our hands and we met in a heated

embrace.  After a couple of kisses, I felt her tongue "knocking" on

my lips, so I parted my lips and met her tongue half-way.  We

sparred with our tongues for quite a while.  We took turns; my

tongue would search her mouth and her tongue would explore mine.

     Meanwhile, our hands explored each other's bodies.  My hands

slid down from her back to her gorgeous ass.  I caressed both

cheeks and discovered that it was just as firm and tight as it

appeared.  She reached around and grabbed my ass.

     Still lip-locked, I picked her up and we made our way slowly

to the bedroom.  I took my time getting there so that I wouldn't

trip over something and kill us both.

     I set her down on my bed (actually a futon) and we continued

kissing.  Soon, I got so bold as to remove her top.  Surprisingly,

the bra of her bikini came off without a fight.  They obviously

make the clasps of those much less complex than bra clasps.

     My hands slid up her ribs and started fondling her breasts. 

I stroked the outside of each and moved my hands down to the

bottom.  She grinded her chest in my hands, trying to get me to

take more of her breasts in them.  I would have none of that.  I

caressed the sides of them, slowly moving inwards.  I could tell

she was getting hotter from the passion in her kisses.

     I finally reached the nipple, and began flicking it with my

thumb.  At the first contact, she moaned quietly.  I played with

her nipples a little and then shifted my attention to her neck.  I

kissed it and licked it.  Periodically I would shift up and nibble

on her ear.  Trying to catch my breath, I exhaled into her ear and

she moaned again.  She apparently liked having her ear blown into. 

So I worked that into my routine.

     Soon afterward I lost my shirt, and she played with my

nipples.  I was already hard and that was just making me harder. 

I slid my hands in her bikini bottom and caressed her cheeks.  I

slid one hand between her legs and started feeling her clit.  She

nearly screamed.  At the same time I started sucking on her

nipples.  She started grinding up against me.  Her hand shifted to

my crotch and she started stroking my penis.  I got bolder and

stared to remove her bottoms.  She pushed away from me so that I

could get them off her easier.  My swimtrunks soon followed.

     We just stroked each other.  I played with her clit and then

I would slide one finger inside her.  When I did that, she would

grab me even harder, almost to pain.  I started sliding my finger

in and out, and she started shaking.  I could tell she was on the

threshold of an orgasm.  A few more quick strokes and then one

really deep thrust with my finger and she shrieked, her body

shivering with her orgasm.

     She looked at me with a smile as I withdrew my finger.  "Would

you like to have sex with me?"

     I just looked at her for a moment.  She caught me off guard

again.  I just nodded.  She proceeded to position herself over my

hips, but I stopped her for a second.  I reached over into the

nightstand and pulled out a condom.  "We'll need on of these so

that I'm not a father a few years before I'm ready."

     She just shook her head.  "I'm on the pill."  She proceeded to

explain that she had really bad cramps during her period, and the

doctor prescribed them to take the edge off of them.  Apparently,

it worked.  I made sure she wanted to go through with it, and then

I rolled her over on her back.

     I put myself up against her opening, and tried to ease in.  I

couldn't.  She was just too tight.  "Are you a virgin?"

     "No, I first had sex when I was 13.  I did it a couple of

times.  I haven't had sex since then."

     So I took my time.  I moved the head of my penis in between

her lips, coating it with her lubrication, then I tried going in

again.  It was so tight that it actually hurt a little.  I took my

time sliding in.  I withdrew and pushed again, easing in bit by

bit.  I could tell that I was hurting her by a whimper she let out,

but she said to keep going on.  After about 5 minutes, I was all

the way in.

     We started very slowly, making sure not to hurt each other. 

Soon we started to get a rhythm and our tempo picked up.  Her moans

got a little louder and then she pulled herself into me, hugging me

tightly.  She screamed right next to my ear, nearly deafening me. 

     She let go, panting and whispering "Oh my God."  I kept

thrusting, although softer and at a much slower pace than before.

     She looked at me.  "That felt so good!"  We disengaged because

she wanted to try being on top.  As she turned over, she nearly

fell.  All of her strength was gone.

     She got on top and slowly directed me in.  She slid all the

way down my length and sighed with pleasure at the bottom.  She

started moving and her moans hit a fevered pitch immediately.  I

thrust up into her, meeting her on her way down.  After only a

couple of minutes of this, she screamed with orgasm again.  "My

God!  That feels incredible!"  I could only agree.  I was very

close to the failsafe point myself.

     "Could you take me from behind?  I've wondered what that's

like, but I never did it like that," She asked.  I said yes and we

shifted position again.

     I found the hole and slid right in this time.  What a little

lubrication won't do!  I grabbed her hips and started pulling her

back into me, thrusting at the same time.  I could feel the

pressure in my testicles start to build, and I knew that my turn

was right around the corner.  I started to thrust feverishly,

losing my rhythm at times.  I jammed into her one last time, as far

as I could as I came.  She moaned as she felt my hot semen in her.

     Although I was spent, I kept on thrusting, trying to build on

the excitement she received from feeling me come inside her.  I

felt her vaginal muscles start to clench up, and she started

moaning loudly.  My thrusts grew deeper.  I withdrew all the way

and then shoved myself all the way in.  I felt her body shudder in

my hands as she orgasmed again.  We collapsed together and were

soon asleep.

     We woke up at about 8 pm.  She took one look at the clock and

was worried about being home later than she had promised.  I told

her to tell her mother that we went out to dinner.  She agreed.  A

few deep kisses and I drove her back to her car.  I kissed her

again and stood there as she drove away.





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