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I was anxiously waiting outside for my ride on my first day of my new internship. I was working at a friend of my dad's who had his own small business, and they said they could use a multimedia intern to help in the marketing department.

Since that interested me, I couldn't help but think this would be a good stepping-off point for my future career.

I wasn't expecting my dad's friend to offer to pick me up though. 

"Don't be silly," he said. "I live just down the street, and we only have one office. Don't think of me as your boss, or your boss's boss. I'm just a co-worker helping another co-worker."

Still, wanting to put my best foot forward, I waited outside, gripping my bag and lunch a little tighter than I normally would.

Mr. Edwards was there, right when he said he would be. He was about my dad's age, so I thought he'd be safe. I opened my door and slid in. The drive was a little farther, so we had a lot of time to talk. He told me he wanted me to report to him about the department and any changes I might see that need to be made.

"But I'm an intern," I countered.

"Yes, but we also need a younger pulse. And while I love Teddy, your new boss, I don't know that he's in touch with the younger generation. I can't have all my customers dying or retiring to Florida. I need to make sure I can reach younger people… people like you."

That made me feel special and important. I liked it, even if I was being a bit of a spy. The first week flew by. I was learning so much and having fun while doing it, even if it was a lot of work. That weekend I blew off a lot of steam with my boyfriend at the time. That was also a lot of fun, if for different reasons.

The following Monday arrived, and I was waiting outside for Mr. Edwards once again. He showed up with a smile as I opened the door, and off we went.

"So, tell me about your weekend."

"Well, I just got to spend some time with my boyfriend," I said. "That was a lot of fun."

"Oh, I bet," he said with a peculiar tone. "So what do you young people like to do for fun?"

"Oh, this and that," I replied.

We just chatted over the next few days, until Thursday. He showed up on time, as usual, and I was ready for him like normal.

We were headed to work when he told me he had seen me last night.

"Oh," I said. I had gone out with my boyfriend, but I didn't think anyone saw me. He picked me up and drove us to a secluded park where we made out for some time.

"Yeah, I saw you heading west on 28," he said. "I was picking up a pizza while heading to a friend's house to watch a game, and I pulled up next to you and your boyfriend in the car."

That's when I knew what he saw. I was quiet, and swallowed hard, hard enough to hear.

I looked at him in slight horror. What was he going to do?

"Don't worry, my college girlfriends and I did that much, and more, a lot when we were your age," he said jovially. "And while your dad is my friend, I think this should stay between us, don't you?"

I just nodded my head.

"Good. Don't worry, you're not the only one who's done that, and I'm sure you're not the only one who did it last night," he said.

"No, probably not."

"Besides, why not have a little fun, am I right?"

"Yeah, and there's something about him. Ever since my first time with him, which was in his car, getting in a car gets me… worked up."

"Every time you're in a car?"

"Every time," I said a little too honestly.

That made him smile a little bigger, and that's when I realized just what I had admitted to… and to be honest, I was worked up. And part of it was because of what and how often I do it with my boyfriend in a car, but Mr. Edwards was a fine-looking man, a DILF, as I heard some people call it.

"Yeah, I've been known to get that way too," he told me.

"And now?" I was just too curious.

"It would be inappropriate of me to tell you that… so there is only one way for you to find out."

It was as if he was daring me, looking at me the way he was as he said it. We were at a stoplight, and I wondered what I should do.

As I felt the car lurch forward as he took off from the red light, I reached over and put my hand on his crotch. I could feel a nice stiff member hiding behind his pants. "Oh my," I said, as he just smiled.

I decided to test my boundaries since he hadn't stopped me so far. I undid his pants and reached inside, wrapping my small delicate fingers around his member. They could barely fit around him, who was bigger or at least thicker than my boyfriend. I pulled it out; I had to see how much bigger.

I swallowed hard again. He was not only thicker than my boyfriend, but longer. I wondered how something like that would feel… not in my hand.

"Well, aren't you adventurous?"

"Should I stop?"

"Only if you won't finish."

I kept stroking him. I love the feel of a stiff member in my hand. And there was more to feel than I was used to.

"I should warn you, I'm getting close," he told me.

"Just don't wreck, OK?" And with that, I bent over, putting my head in his lap. And I wasn't there to take a nap. I opened my mouth and took his cock into my mouth, just the head, which I tickled with my tongue, while stroking his shaft with my hand.

"I'm close. I'm going to cum," he warned me.

But I changed nothing. If anything, I worked a little hard until he couldn't hold back and more, and shot his load into my mouth. There I held his cum and sat up.

We had another red light, and I looked at him, opening my mouth and showing him his cum. I then closed my mouth and swallowed, showing him again.

"Hot fuck," he whispered.

Now it was my turn to smile. "I'm guessing this should also be our little secret?"

"Yeah, probably," he said. "But what about you?"

I lifted my skirt, exposing my cotton panties. You could see a little wet spot on them.

"I guess you'd have to find out."

As he started driving again, he reached over and fingered me through my panties until I pulled them aside. I wanted his fingers where they could do some real good, and did they ever.

"You've done this before, haven't you?" I was whimpering at this point.

"I have some experience," he said.

"Oh, that feels so good. Are you going to finish me?" I was begging more than asking. I knew we were getting closer to work, and I didn't want to be on edge all day.

He pulled off into a parking lot that wasn't empty, but wasn't abandoned either. There, he put the car into park and focused on me. I was facing him as he fingered my pussy, looking into his eyes as he made me cum.

As my orgasm faded, he withdrew his fingers from me and fed them to me. I licked them clean, and he called me a good girl, despite knowing nothing I had done was good in the traditional sense, yet when he said it, I melted inside. I wanted him to do that to me again. To please me and call me a good girl.

"Tomorrow, do we have to wait to start?" I asked.

"Not if you don't want to. But you should show me that you want it.

Thanks for the kind words, you should be aware though, that I never go too hard in my stories.

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You were quite excited when it was Jenna who suggested going on a hike with you. It wasn't really her thing and that was okay.

You took her to your favorite trail. She still remembered and she asked you to take you to that beautiful, out of the way spot, where your relationship became official.

That day, years ago. Where she took ownership and you became her fully sexually submissive boyfriend. The journey since had been incredible and you'd been chaste since last October.