Rebecca had tried to imagine such a love match before. The woman on her back with her eyes closed. The male resting gently against her body. No words spoken, no moans or cried. In Rebecca's mind the act would take only seconds. Just enough time for the male to implant his semen inside the female's womb. Rebecca had never been quite sure how this was done. Aunt Lana strictly forbade any literature on the subject. But Rebecca had gleaned a few details from friends at school.
She knew that male sperm was stored in those things that dangled below his cock. The girls at school referred to these reservoirs as "balls". So that meant that somehow the man had to insert his penis into the female body. For years she'd thought that the girl had to take the sperm into her mouth to become pregnant. Then a friend had her about virginity. Now Rebecca realized that she too was capable of having sex with a male. All that had to happen was for her hymen to be breached. It sounded a little frightening. And at the same time daring and exciting. But she tried to keep such fantasies out of her head. Until she'd heard Martha and David going at each other like wild dogs!
"Oh, they sounded awful," she said to herself, picking a dandelion roughly from the grass. "I'd never act like that! Maybe Aunt Lana is right about sex. It's embarrassing and dangerous and…"
Rebecca had noticed that the cotton crotch band of her panties was very damp. She rose and went to the house. She was thinking of changing her panties. But in a corner of her mind she wondered if it wasn't just an excuse to get naked again. So she could poke at her tender cunt. No, she had to resist the temptation. She was pouring herself a glass of milk when she heard her aunt pull up in the driveway.
"You'll never guess who I just met," her aunt bubbled, putting down the butter she'd just purchased. "I was coming out of the market and ran into Nate Winslow. You know Nate, that man who's restoring the old Ritz movie theater. He tells me he's going to turn it into an art theater." Rebecca watched her aunt make a little fact. "I suppose he'll show those foreign films and things. But he's a very charming man. And, he's looking for summer help." Aunt Lana looked at Rebecca.
"I don't think it'd be much fun sitting in a ticket booth half the summer."
"Oh, he can fill those jobs easy enough." Lana poured herself some coffee and gave Rebecca another knowing look. "He needs someone to assist him in running the place. A sort of girl-Friday. Of course I suggested you."
"Oh, Aunt Lana, I don't know anything about that kind of stuff. I don't know anything really. He wouldn't hire me."
"Well you can at least stop by and talk to him. I gave him my word that you'd be over sometime this morning."
Though she was embarrassed by her aunt's meddling, Rebecca couldn't wriggle out of seeing Nate Winslow. She changed, into a summer skirt and found a blouse to match. Then she spent some time with her hair and examined the final results in her mirror. She sighed, wishing Lana would let well enough alone. She had no hopes of actually being hired by Nate and guessed that he'd agreed to interview her simply out of politeness to Lana. She was in for a surprise.
"When can you start?" Nate said, pushing his chair away from his desk and coming over to where she sat. They were in an office just off the lobby of the theater the man had just bought. Outside Rebecca could hear the workmen redecorating the lobby.
"Right now, I guess," she gasped with surprise. Nate put his hands on her shoulders. He was standing behind her chair and as his fingers massaged the muscles of her neck, she felt a tingle go down through her belly and loins. She swallowed hard. Wasn't he being a little familiar?
Rebecca gently twisted away from his hands and stood up, facing him. She was trembling a little and she felt her cheeks flush as he looked unblinking into her gray-green eyes.
"I want you to know," Nate said, "that I must be able to trust you implicitly. I'll be paying you well and I expect loyalty. Total loyalty."
Rebecca hadn't expected to get much for the job. After all she was just fifteen. What did Nate mean he'd pay her well? Nate put his hands on her shoulders and pulled her closer. She felt a pang of fear. What in the heck was he doing now?
"You do trust me, don't you?" he asked.
"Yes, I g-g-guess so."
"Then kiss me," he breathed. Rebecca went rigid. She could see his handsome face coming closer. A curl of brown hair dangled over his forehead. For some reason she focused on that. She was too scared to move. His lips were so close to her own that she could feel the heat of them. She was holding her breath, paralyzed, about to faint. Then he brushed her mouth with his. It was a soft, gentle kiss. His big hands pressed up against the small of her back and she felt her willowy body being pulled into Nate's embrace. Shivers of pleasure went up and down her skin. Rebecca was too shocked to really enjoy them but they were making her panty crotch very, very wet. She gave a weak whimper and Nate released her. Her lips felt wet from his kiss. She remembered to breathe at last.
"Well, you don't entirely trust me yet, but I think you'll do just fine."
As her normal consciousness returned, Rebecca felt anger. Just who did this guy think he was, kissing her like that? She had a good mind to tell him what he could do with his job. He was probably just making fun of her, anyway.
"Will five dollars an hour be okay to start with?" Nate asked. He had his back to her as he fooled with some papers on his desk.
"Five…" Rebecca rubbed her sweaty palms on her skirt. "Oh sure, Mr. Winslow."
"Call me Nate from now on. That's an order." He turned, smiling at her. "Now let's see if you trust me any more than the last time."
Though she was still resisting, Rebecca let the strong man take her in his arms and kiss her again. The kiss was a little more intimate, a little wetter, a little longer. It was long enough to make her tremble. Nate sensed that she was having trouble breathing and released her. She had to brace herself against a chair. At last she was able to return his grin with a small smile of her own.
"I don't believe in taking on employees without some exhibition of trust." He winked at her. "Of course with the boys a handshake is usually sufficient."
Rebecca laughed and wiped a hand across her mouth. She had been kissed less than a dozen times by a member of the opposite sex so she wasn't all that used to the intensity of such intimate contact. After Nate had put her to work on a list of films he wanted checked, she could hardly concentrate. All she could think of was her handsome boss and his strange behavior. Once she giggled out loud, knowing that aunt would have fainted dead away if she'd known that Nate had started her employment with a hug and kiss. Rebecca was still in shock herself. But as the morning wore on, she found her new employer thoughtful, easy-going and patient. By late afternoon she was beginning to get the hang of things.
"I put a little star by all the comedies," she told him, handing the sheet over. "And here are the names of those distributors in that thick book. I'm not a very good typist but I think I corrected all my mistakes."
"You did fine." Nate put the sheet in a folder and put it in his drawer. "It must be getting late, so why don't we knock off for today?"
"I sure enjoy working for you, Mr. Winslow… I mean, Nate."
"What if you called your aunt and told her you were having dinner with me this evening? Think she'd let you go?"
Rebecca felt the tightness in her chest again. Part of it was the way Nate looked at her when he spoke. Like he wanted to take her in his anus again. And that scared her. Scared her in a funny kind of way. Like she almost wanted to be scared. This guy was in his thirties and she was just fifteen and he wanted to take her out to dinner! No, she wouldn't know how to actor what to say. And if he hugged her again.