I was about twenty-five when I had just started my current job. A couple of months before I joined the company an intern had started a year long work placement for the company. Kelly was given the job of showing me around the building and making sure I was settled in ok.
After a week or so I was into the swing of things and didn't really see much of Kelly, except on lunch breaks or in the car park in the morning.
Kelly arranged a staff night out, just some drinks at a local bar one evening. About twenty of us went along. It was the first time I'd seen Kelly outside of work. She looked incredible in a figure-hugging little black dress, with her long dark hair straightened and flowing behind her.
I should probably describe Kelly properly. She was nineteen years old and on a gap year from university. She stood at about five foot nothing and somehow managed to be both incredibly petite and curvy at the same time.
Most of the guys from the office were giving Kelly their full attention. Later in the evening Kelly came and sat next to me. "Hey, Mikey. I was hoping you were going to come and rescue me from those pervy guys earlier," she said.
"Oh sorry," I replied. "I thought you looked like you were having a good time?"
"With those guys?" She hissed. "They're definitely not my type. I get enough of those kinds of pervs in the student union at uni."
We chatted for the rest of the evening and I walked her to her taxi when the bar closed.
The following week at work I hardly saw Kelly. Then the invite for the Christmas Party came round. I accepted the invite and booked a room for the night at the hotel.
Fast forward to the Party, I walked in wearing my tuxedo. Kelly was wearing the same black dress from the bar. She came straight over to me and said, "My, don't you look handsome all dressed up?"
I stuttered for a work-appropriate response. The best I could come up with was, "Erm, thanks. You look good in that dress too."
Kelly looked disappointed with my response and walked off to talk to some of the other girls.
Later on, after the drink had been flowing, we were all up on the dance floor. A lot of guys were trying to get Kelly's attention. The girls formed a tighter and tighter circle to protect her. One of the guys, who was an indirect report to me, moved up behind her and started trying to grind against her ass. This got me more angry than it probably should have done.
I marched over and grabbed him by his wrist, told him his night was over and that we'd discuss his behaviour on Monday. With that, the party seemed to die down and people started leaving for their taxis or hotel rooms.
I walked through the hotel lobby hoping to get one last drink before bed. Kelly came over and said, "Thanks for rescuing me this time. Those guys are creeps."
I said, "No worries. It was completely inappropriate behaviour. I'd have been wrong not to intervene."
"I suppose so," Kelly said. "I liked the way you marched him out of there though." Kelly looked up into my eyes as she said it and I involuntarily leaned down to her as if I was about to kiss her on the lips.
I stopped myself in time and said, "Anyway, how are you getting home tonight? Or are you staying over?"
"No. I've got a room booked," Kelly informed me.
"Oh great, me too," I replied. "Fancy one last drink?"
Kelly nodded, so we got our drinks and went to sit down. The conversation flowed easily about her studies and interests. We were both into the same bands and supported the same football team.
When it was time to go to bed we said our good nights and walked towards our rooms. I looked over my shoulder and Kelly was following me. It turned out our rooms were opposite each other in the same hallway.
As I was about to open my door Kelly was having some trouble with her keycard (or at least she was pretending to!). I came over and helped her. Her door opened suddenly and we both stumbled into the room. She ended up with her back to the wall and I was leaning over her, my hands on the wall either side of her head.
Kelly reached up and pulled my head down towards her. Then she kissed me hard. I didn't resist - I couldn't. Our tongues found each other's and Kelly's hands slid down my back. She kicked the door shut behind me and then wrapped her arms around my waist.
I moved my hands to her face and then her shoulders. Kelly pulled me tighter against her body. I could feel how warm she was and I could feel her breasts pressing against my chest. It was at this point that I realised she could probably feel the bulge that was growing in my underwear.
Kelly pushed me back, a wicked grin on her face. She looked down at the tent that had now formed in my trousers and said, "Did I do that?"
"I, er, I should probably go," I stammered. "This isn't right. You're an intern and I shouldn't be doing this with you."
"Nonsense," laughed Kelly. "No one needs to know anything about this anyway." And with that she reached out and grabbed my bulge through my trousers and pulled me to the bed, never letting go.