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embarrassment
I got her off the hook and asked, “Did you guys date
long?”
    “Six months.” She said. “He was really
sweet in the beginning, then after we…” she looked away and I was
going to say something else, but she finished. “When he got what he
wanted, he didn’t stay around.”
    Oh goddamn! Tammy wasn’t more than a
couple of months removed from having her cherry popped! Most men my
age would be turned off by her inexperience, but my cock was
throbbing so hard it was beginning to ache. Although I enjoyed a
woman who knew her way around the bedroom as much as any man, what
I lived for was girls like Tammy. Young and sweet, more girl next
door cute than out right sexy, and most importantly a good girl.
Easy women had their place, but there was nothing hotter than
making a good girl bad, especially if they didn’t really want
to.
    For me it was more about the thrill of
watching those big eyes and trembling lips as they forced
themselves to do whatever I asked. I suppose in the end it was much
more about taking their innocence as it was about taking their
bodies. In front of me, Tammy had gone back to looking down at her
hands, probably wondering how she had gotten herself into an
embarrassing conversation and still trying to work up the nerve to
ask me for the favor I knew she needed. Rather than ask more
embarrassing questions, I decided to let her sit and let her wonder
why she’d said as much as she had.
    In the meantime, I thought back to the
first time I had experienced the game of Sweet Reluctance as I had
come to call it. It happened five years ago when my company had to
make some cuts. I was asked to trim two people from my department
and one of them was a twenty one year old intern named Susan. I
waited until the end of the day and asked her into my office. As
she sat there looking like she was ready to burst into tears, I
explained how sorry I was, but I had to let her go. Susan began
begging me to reconsider, telling me how her family was on the west
coast and if she lost this job, she might have to move back
home.
    I genuinely felt bad, Susan was a good
employee, but had the least seniority of the group. As she sat
there, her head down, I found myself, as I had many other times,
checking her out. Susan was a petite little thing, barely five feet
and a hundred pounds soaking wet. Despite her small stature, her
body was well proportioned. Her tits were on the small side, but
looked just right on her, and she had a cute little ass that I
enjoyed looking at on days when she wore jeans to work. That day
she was wearing a red sundress that showed off her tits and
slender, but well-shaped legs quite well.
    I was drawn from my perusal of her
body, when Susan said the three words that have inspired more porn
movies and erotic stories than any other; “Please Mr. Daniels? I’ll
do anything!”
    Initially I didn’t think of her
statement in that way. I was at work after all, and Susan was a bit
of a wall flower and had a reputation as being very sweet,
certainly not the stereo typed secretarial bimbo. I shrugged and
replied that I really wished I could help her, but I couldn’t see
what she could do that would affect my decision.
    Susan had then left me open mouthed
when she repeated her statement and standing, slid the straps of
her dress down far enough to expose the red bra she was wearing. I
almost went with my first reaction which was to tell her to please
put her dress back on when the look on her face stopped me; she
looked scared.
    It dawned on me that she didn’t want to
have sex with me, that she truly wasn’t the type to do such a
thing, but she was so desperate that she would be willing to. My
eyes dropped to where she was still holding the straps of her dress
and I saw her hands were shaking. As I continued to stare I
realized with a start that my cock was hard.
    I wasn’t sure where it came from, but I
proceeded to tell her to not just undress for me, but to do it
slowly. She did as I