Chapter 1
"Oh how I want him!" I would often think to myself when I saw Dan. Everything about him was perfect. From the cut of his suit to his gorgeous hair, from his laugh to his choice of coffee.
We had been working together at the bank for six weeks, since my transfer from the city. When I first saw him my heart skipped a beat, he was the personification of what I find attractive in a man, tall, slim, well groomed, well dressed. He was handsome without being pretty, I could tell that, unlike other men I had known, he did not spend half an hour in front of a mirror before work every day.
I am not so conceited, however, to believe he was attainable to me. When I look at myself naked in the bathroom, I see a nice 23 year-old female body. My legs are quite shapely and my breasts, though average in size, are perky and free from stretch marks. I am pleased with body, but I am not pretty. Though I do not think myself ugly, I am in not doubts about the unlikeliness of my ever winning a beauty contest. My other great fault is that I have no dress sense. I have tried hard, I watch TV programs and read style magazines, but when it comes to buying clothes for myself, I never seem to get it quite right. Suffice to say, I always saw myself in a league well below Dan.
Chapter 2
I was in the lunch room one day in November, reading a book, when Dan and a few of his friends came in and sat at the table behind mine. Without taking my eyes off the pages, though remembering to turn the page occasionally, I stopped reading to eavesdrop on his conversation. For a while they talked about work, then football and I was beginning to get bored and considering returning to my book, when the topic changed again.
"So are you and Dirty Debbie still together?" The voice was Steve, a friend of Dan's. I did not know to whom he directed the question, as my back was to everything. But I prayed silently that it would not be Dan who answered. It was not.
"Yeah we are," Chris, another of the guys, answered. "I'm not going to stay with her, she is a moaning bitch. But I'm going to get a few more dirty nights with her before I get rid of her. Not many girls are up for the things she is, so I'm going to get it while I can"
"They don't call her Dirty Debbie for nothing!" Steve again this time.
"I'll tell you what, I've never been with a woman like her." Chris lowered his voice considerably, and I had to strain to make out what he was saying.
"The first time we had sex, she told me to fuck her in the ass, and let me cum in it. She has me rimming her and everything."
I was not familiar with the word 'rimming' and was making a mental note to look it up, when I was given a clear indication of what it might mean by Steve.
"Doesn't it taste of shit when you do that though?"
"Do you think I would be doing it if it did?" Chris answered. "Anyway, she always showers before she comes to bed so it will be clean."
They stopped talking for a few moments and ate their food. I was shocked. I could not imagine asking a guy to lick my ass. Certainly I have had men go down on my in the past, and I enjoy it very much, but my ass? I could not imagine such a thing. I was still baffled when Chris spoke again.
"Have any of you ever done that?" He was answered in grunts which I took to be all nos.
"I have done anal with a girl, but only after a week of begging." The voice was Craig, a rather fat guy who I did not like. I was just about to scoff to myself, when I heard Dan's voice for the first time.
"Craig, you can't beg a girl to do anal! If she said no for a week then finally agreed, she probably just gave in. She probably didn't want to do it at all."
"I don't care what she wants Dan! I care about what I want."
"You're a dick Craig," Dan answered, my love for him soaring. "I have always wanted to try anal, but I would never ask for it. It has to be asked for, like Dirty Debbie did. If I thought a girl wasn't liking it, I wouldn't do it."
"I'll be done with Dirty Debbie soon," Chris piped in again. "If you don't mind sloppy seconds."
"Mate, if you think you're the first person who's been there, you're dumber than you look," Dan said with half a mouthful of sandwich. At that point, Steve started talking about his new mobile phone, and the conversation switched to that. I closed my book and left the lunch room.
Chapter 3
That evening, as I showered, I ran a soapy finger over my asshole. I had done this all my life as part of cleaning of course, but this time I tried to imagine my fingertip as Dan's tongue. The sensation was quite nice, and as I became aroused, my other hand made it's way to my pussy without my knowing it. Soon I was rubbing both my clitoris and my asshole simultaneously, and it wasn't long before I came.
Panting, I came to my senses and realised that I had just experienced my first anal stimulation. I can quite honestly say that I had enjoyed it.
A little later I was in bed. I set my alarm for the morning, and composed myself for sleep. But sleep would not come. I could not help but think that if I had enjoyed my anus being stimulated, would I also enjoy actual penetration? Without really deciding to, I switched on my bedside lamp, and in the drawer below it I fumbled for my vibrator. When I found it, I looked at it, imagining how it might feel in my ass. It was not a long vibrator, nor very wide. I decided to try it.
I lay back down in my bed, turned the vibrator on, and put it to my clitoris. It was still sensitive from my orgasm in the shower, so soon I was aroused and wet. Taking a breath, I rubbed the end of the vibrator around my pussy, moistening the end. When satisfied, I moved it down to my asshole. Again the sensation against my anus was quite pleasant, but when I pushed the end in and felt my soft skin stretch, I found myself wincing. It was not comfortable.
I removed the vibrator and used my fingers to transfer some wetness from my pussy to my ass, then tried again. I was surprised to find that my ass allowed it in quite easily. But I must be honest, I didn't like the feeling.
Chapter 4
They were looking. I had done it. They were all looking at me. It was the Christmas Party, a week before Christmas Day. I had spent a lot of money on this gamble, but it was working. My hair had been done in a salon, it normally costs me about £25, but I had paid nearly £100 for this one. It was totally different to what it had been. I had always been a natural blonde, but they had put subtle highlights in it and changed the style completely. I had also had my make-up professionally done. I had found that I could be made to look reasonably pretty with the right knowledge, and I was sure I could replicate the look myself in future. I had side-stepped the problem of my inept dress sense, by using common sense. For the first time in my life I had gone to a designer store. There, I bought, with advice from the store assistant, a dress which cost as much a half my month's rent.
But it was working! That was the important bit! It was working! All of the men were looking at me, looking away, then looking straight back. The dress emphasised my shapely legs and my bum. My back was almost nude and there was a divide between my breasts, showing that I wore no bra. When I saw, no, felt Dan's eyes caress me, my heart fluttered. Then it almost stopped completely, BECAUSE HE WAS COMING OVER!
I will not write what was said between us, not because it is not important or interesting, but because I hardly remember it myself. I remember him knowing my name, which I did not expect. I remember him telling me how wonderful I looked, and I, returning the compliment. The fact that I had been drinking a lot did not help either. I had had a large glass of wine before coming out, and was drinking double Vodkas with Coke.