A Intimate Conversation with the Intern…

So, this actually happened a few days ago but I wasn’t sure if I should post it. But then I thought this blog is nothing without honesty and full disclosure so here we go…

Robbie and I have been getting on pretty well in the office. He’s still very, very nervous but he’s just super sweet. Ever since my husband had said he bets that he’s a virgin it’s been on my mind. It’s obviously none of my business but still, I’ve not been able to shake the thought.

He did the coffee run again the other day and came in to my office last to hand me my latte. He still had his with him so I asked if he wanted to sit and drink it with me. I remember how left out you can feel as an intern sometimes. “I’d like that” he said, so we walked to the end of my office and sat on the sofa next to each other.

The conversation started innocently enough; catching up on work stuff etc. Once again (and this has been a theme) he couldn’t stop staring at my tits, which to be fair were on display wearing a very thin, pink blouse. I just smiled at his stare – not that he noticed.

“You’re very nervous around women aren’t you?” I asked him.
He looked down, like he was embarrassed. “Yeah I guess I am” he replied.
“I’m sorry if I intimidated you when I showed you my breasts the other day” I said to him. “It’s just the way I am.”

He was quiet for a second, still looking down. “No I wasn’t imitated. Well, I rwas but I loved it” he mumbled.
“That’s good then” I said. He was staring at my tits again and I don’t think he realised how visible his boner was! It was super cute and a little sexy. I decided to bite the bullet…

“Can I ask a personal question?” I asked softly.
He made eye contact with me for the first time since I’ve known him “Yeah go ahead” he replied.
“You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to, but… are you a virgin?” I asked him. He looked back down immediately and went bright red. “I’m sorry you don’t have to answer that” I reassured him.

“Ummm, yeah I am” he said. “Please don’t tell everyone here though” he said.
“I’d never do that” I said. “There’s nothing wrong with it anyway!” I firmly told him. “It’s your choice”.

He stayed quiet for a few seconds. “It’s not really a choice” he said. “I get so nervous” he told me.
“I can tell” I said. “Don’t worry about it, it’ll happen sometime” I told him, lightly squeezing his knee and trying my best to be non sexual with every touch…

To save him further embarrassment, I changed the subject back to work, we finished our coffee and then got back to work!
Dammit! Wes was right – but here’s the real shocker of it… In the three nights that have passed since he told me, I have had absolutely filthy dreams about him! Like really fucking sexy, where I’ve woken up soaked rubbing myself! I’d say ‘you couldn’t write this shit’ but here I am, well, writing about it…

I’m still adamant that I won’t fuck him. I’ve said all along that fucking a twenty year old would come with too much drama and too many problems, but FUCK! these dreams… These filthy, fucking sexy, hot erotic dreams…

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