The Ugly Ducklings (Closed for Desperado 1089)

Sam most certainly did not want to fire her. What he would do, while she was looking down, was cup her chin gently, tilt her head up, and briefly press his lips to hers. "Calm, Miri," he murmured. "I won't tell a soul." He glanced down at her waist, which was, unfortunately, hidden once more. "You can finish if you want. But, I won't be upset if you don't wanna do more while we're at work. Or at all, I mean you barely know me, but, well..." He gestured at his crotch, which still held ample evidence of how much he liked what he saw. Now it was his turn to nervously wait, but he held her gaze with more confidence than he thought possible.
 
Waiting for him to fire her, Miri was shocked when instead she felt Sam’s hand gently touch her face and his lips meet hers. It wasn’t a long kiss, but the surprise of it took away any of the breath she had been holding. His lips were soft and gentle, but there was a hunger to the kiss that left her reeling.

The only other time she had been kissed was back in high school. While Miriam was on the fringe of the school hierarchy, she did have two close friends, Ben and Sophie. On a Friday night in 10th grade, Sophie’s parents had gone away for the weekend. So of course they planned a scary movie marathon.

After finishing Scream, they had started a deep discussion of the virgin trope in slasher films. At the time, all three of them had never been kissed, let alone done anything sexual. Sophie suggested they experiment with each other. Ben had kissed Miri, Miri had kissed Sophie, Sophie had kissed Ben. They were all awkward, closed-mouth kisses, that were more of pecks than anything. There was no spark of any kind… At least for Miri. Ben and Sophie had eventually become a couple with Miri as the third wheel. That put a dead end to any discussion of sex with friends.

But Sam’s kiss was different. There was a spark. It was a different feeling to feel wanted… to feel desired.

Like a deer in headlights, Miriam was momentarily dazed. This was far from what she had expected Sam to say or do. Glancing at his pants, she could see he was telling the truth. As he trailed off, Sam’s dark eyes searched hers for a response. Without speaking, she stood up and placed her hands on his chest, leaning in to return his kiss as her answer. At first it was tentative and delicate, but lasted longer than the first. After a moment, she broke away to look up at him.

“I want to get to know you. I do want to do more…but, I have to be honest. I’ve never even…” Any color that had left her face, suddenly returned.
 
"I've only done it with one girl. So I'm not too much more experienced than you. Be right back." Sam dashed off to the employee restroom and came back with a bunch of paper towels. "Going all the way at work is probably not a good idea, but I want you, Miri. Bad. And I don't wanna stop until we both cum. So how about we both touch ourselves and maybe see what we can say, in terms of dirty talk, that will turn each other on?"
 
Miri sat back on the crate waiting for Sam to return. What is happening? Did I fall asleep? Am I still dreaming?
She couldn't believe this was her current reality.

She gripped the sides of the crate, her heart racing as she tried to calm the ball of nerves clawing at her stomach. Despite her anxieties, she was extremely turned on. Miriam wanted Sam as much as he wanted her; she was curious to see what he had in mind.

"Going all the way at work is probably not a good idea, but I want you, Miri. Bad. And I don't wanna stop until we both cum. So how about we both touch ourselves and maybe see what we can say, in terms of dirty talk, that will turn each other on?"

Her greenish-brown eyes widened when he returned with the suggestion and she glanced to the curtained doorway.

"Are you sure... we won't get caught? I don't want to get you in trouble."
 
"We closed for a half day, and Tessa's gone to get something for what we got planned. It's a surprise but a good one. So there's time at least for what I suggested if we get started soon." Sam immediately started to undress, not wanting to get his clothes all sweaty. He was skinny but slightly fitter than most nerds; puberty had also been kind to him, giving him a full chest of hair that led beneath his pants. When he removed them as well, his cock flopped out to a length of at least six inches and a bead of precum was already forming at the tip.
 
Miri couldn't take her eyes away from Sam as he quickly discarded his clothes. She heard the part about closing early, but missed the part about the surprise as she was taking in his naked chest. While she had seen naked men before, this was her first experience being in the same room as one. Sam was thin, but muscular at the same time, which she found extremely attractive.

In less than 30 seconds, he was completely nude in front of her with the exception of his glasses, and she hadn't moved an inch. Frozen in awe, her eyes were fixed on his full, erect shaft and her pulse began racing. Miri bit her lip as the throbbing at her center became almost unbearable.

"Okay," Miri managed to get the two syllables out in barely a whisper.

Miriam's stomach flipped as she stood up, moving much slower than Sam. She hadn't been completely naked in front of anyone. Even in the dorm, she always changed her clothes in the bathroom or when she was alone in the room. Even though she heard they were limited in time, Miri was fighting herself and her own insecurities as she began pulling at her clothes.
 
Sam waited patiently as Miri stripped, murmuring encouraging words as she did so. His phone buzzed with a text from Tessa, saying that she needed to go to the next closest store to find what they needed. "That's okay, Tessa. You're still getting time and a half for the rest of your scheduled shift, and what we got planned won't take four hours. Do what you gotta do," he sent as a voice message even as he stroked his cock to Miri's body that was slowly becoming uncovered.
 
After stepping out of her shoes, Miriam inched her pants and polka-dotted underwear down her legs to the floor. She wasn't thin like the cheerleaders who had mocked her back at home, but more average in size with a little bit of curves and thickness in what some considered to be the "right" places. Her thighs and hips were shapely, with a rounded bottom that was begging to be held.

As he left the message for Tessa, Miriam could feel Sam's eyes on her as she lifted the sweater over her head and tossed it the floor. Her fingers fumbled every so slightly as she unbuttoned the pale button up and slipped it down her shoulders. The last piece of clothing she removed was the matching blue and green bra, freeing her smooth and ample breasts, the nipples perky and hardened between the cool air in the storage room and her excitement from the last few minutes.

Completely naked and vulnerable, she raised her eyes to meet Sam's, biting her lip. With all the reading, research and fantasizing she had done over the years, she thought she would feel ready and confident for this moment. But instead it felt like a test she had studied for and when the paper was placed in front of her, her mind went blank.
 
Sam nodded encouragingly. "Just keep doing what you were doing before I walked in. I want to see you cum, and I want to cum for you. Can you do that for me, Miri?" Sam leaned back against the wall opposite where she sat and started to stroke himself, slowly, because Miriam had yet to start. The goal was to show her how much she turned him on, and thus encourage her to follow his request. "You're so fucking sexy," he said in a low growl. "The only reason I'm not touching you is because I know I wouldn't be able to stop at just touching you. But after work, you're mine."
 
Miriam had been thrown so off guard and been caught up in the moment that it wasn’t until she had removed her pants that she felt the familiar prickle of the hair on her legs as her hands brushed down them. This brought her back from the fantasy to her reality. As she stood there naked, she was having second thoughts mostly due to the negative self-image and insecurities that had smothered her since childhood.

One of the reasons Miriam exclusively wore long pants and layers was to hide her arms and legs. With her condition, keeping her arms and legs smooth and shaven for any period of time was basically impossible. It had been a lifelong daily struggle for Miriam and one of the reasons she woke up early every day to use the bathroom before her roommates.

Even though she had shaved her arms and legs this morning, it was the afternoon and the hairs were already peeking out as if to taunt her. She hadn’t even bothered trying to trim the hairs leading from her naval down to her mound. As with every other day of her life, she wasn’t expecting to be naked in front of anyone. Arms and legs were a part of her daily routine just in case it got warm outside and she couldn’t take the heat, but she hadn’t attempted to tame the Amazonian garden of hair between her thighs - or the small hairs around her breasts. Thankfully, Sam was across the room and the lights were dim, so she was praying he hadn’t noticed.

"You're so fucking sexy…”

She wanted to believe him and his desire in her hadn’t seemed to change once she was completely naked, so she tried to relax a little. He wouldn’t be touching her now, so she started brainstorming ways to deal with her issue before being alone with him again where it would matter to her.

"The only reason I'm not touching you is because I know I wouldn't be able to stop at just touching you. But after work, you're mine."

The growl in Sam’s voice sent chills of excitement down Miri’s spine, especially since they didn’t seem to match the soft spoken demeanor of the man who had sat in the office interviewing her yesterday. It made her want him even more, as she sat back on the crate, leaning against the wall, opening her legs enough to find her clit again. She was even more wet now than she had been when he entered.

The lust and desire in his voice when he said, “After work, you’re mine” was practically enough to tip her over the edge without any touching. And the word “mine” kept echoing in her head as she resumed stroking the throbbing spot between her legs.
 
"It's bright enough in here that I can see every inch," Sam said in that husky voice of his. "And I promise that I will cherish being the only one to see all of you. Please, don't feel like you need to hide it from me. In fact, it kind of turns me on." His cock jumped as he stroked himself. "Isn't that funny? I never knew I liked girls who are as hairy as you are until this moment. So please, don't hold back. It's just us in the store, and Grandma can't hear us. I want to see and hear all that you are, Miri. Please."
 
Miri’s face burned listening to Sam’s comments. She couldn’t decide if she was more embarrassed that he noticed or turned on by what he had admitted. As he continued to stroke his cock across from her, she couldn’t help but imagine what it would feel like inside of her. She closed her eyes and tried to refocus on where she was when Sam walked in.

Miriam began drawing circles around her clit, while alternately thrusting her middle and ring fingers in and out of her slick opening. It felt as if the blood had drained from her face back to her clit, as it began to ache again. She increased the speed, as her eyes opened to find Sam’s across the room.

“Tell me what you wanted to do to me when you walked in,” Miriam’s thick voice came out just above a whisper.
 
"Mmmm," Sam let out a sound like he beheld a delicious feast, or perhaps it was one of his moans. In reality it was a little of both. "I wanted to throw all caution to the wind, Miri. I wanted to rip all your clothes off, shove this cock inside you and show you just how much I want you." His stroking became faster, the pre-cum now flowing freely from his tip. "And when it came time for me to cum, I'd stuff you full of my thick, potent seed. Surely a little virgin like you isn't on birth control, so you might end up being bred by me." It was all dirty talk, and hopefully she wouldn't take it to heart when they were both calm. "You like that? Does it make you wet to think about being bred by my thick cock?"
 
Miriam's breath was shallow as she felt the wave creeping up her body, threatening to take over. She was more turned on in this moment than she had ever been in her life. The wetness from her pussy was sliding down between her legs and pooling on the crate under her ass.

"I am dripping," Miri panted. "I want you to fill all of me with your hot cum." She couldn't believe the words coming out of her mouth. These were the types of words she had read, never words she had actually said out loud. The thought of Sam taking her from behind and cumming inside of her was enough to break her. Her left hand gripped the crate, as she rubbed her sensitive, throbbing clit, the muscles of her core tightening around her fingers.

"Sam... I... " she let out a gasp as she came to the brink. "I'm going to cum..." Her eyes were wild as they met his across the room.
 
"Fuck, Miri, I'm gonna cum too!" Sam's stroking was faster and more erratic, and suddenly he cried her name as he exploded all over the place, his cum shooting so far that it landed on her toes as he throbbed and pulsed. He managed to keep his eyes open the whole time, the better to watch her come undone for him for the first time.
 
Miri couldn’t hold back the low moan that escaped her lips as she began to tremble. She felt Sam's hot cum splash across her feet as an electric rush of pleasure filled her body. A gush of wetness coated her fingers, as her thighs quivered. Miriam had to close her eyes to try to focus as the sensations were so intense, she felt as if she were tingling from head to toe.

After a few moments, everything was still and all she could hear was the blood pounding in her ears, her body gasping for breath, and Sam's heavy breath across from her. Miriam finally opened her eyes and looked over to Sam, who looked satisfied with everything that had just transpired.

Wow, she thought, if you would asked me 24 hours ago what I would be doing right now, this would not have been on my Bingo card.
 
"Fuck, Miri. You came so good for me," Sam rasped in a voice thick with lust. "Such a good girl," he added without thinking. Grabbing the paper towels he'd brought with him and using a water bottle to make some of them damp, he cleaned up the mess they made on the floor and the crate, but he also touched Miri for the first time, cleaning her up as best he could under the circumstances.

"Now, get dressed, my dear Miri. We have a tradition here that I think you're going to like." After he spoke, he cleaned himself up and put the towels in a plastic shopping bag before getting dressed and tossing the bag straight into the dumpster out back before returning to check on Miri.
 
Miriam was dazed with everything that had happened in the span of less than half an hour. As the sweat on her hot skin was being cooled by the air in the room, she shivered.

What the fuck just happened? She was already undeniably drawn to Sam, but now she wanted to unwrap all the layers underneath his surface.

Sam was gentle as he helped her clean up and her eyes followed him as he left the room. While he was out of the room, she put all of her clothes back on, trying to at least appear composed. Reaching to the floor, she picked up the book she had been reading and placed it back where she found it. Sam returned with a smile, as she crossed over to him. Once she was within arm’s reach, he leaned in to help adjust her name tag so it was straight again.

“Was that my initiation? Do you do this with all the new girls who venture into the back room?” Miri’s tone was playful, but her thoughts were still racing as she couldn’t believe what she had just done… at work no less.
 
Sam chuckled. "No, this was all you, babe." He purposely brushed her breast as he adjusted her name tag, and the wink he gave her was extremely suggestive. "Well come on, then. We lucked out when Tessa got held up but she just got back a few minutes ago. Come on!" He took her hand and practically dragged her to the break room, whose lights were curiously dark.

As soon as she stepped inside the room, the lights came on and everyone who worked there, including Sam, shouted, "Surprise! Welcome to the team, Miriam!" A cake was laid out on the table, with "Welcome to the Fisher's Books Family, Miriam," written on it in purple icing. Sam's grandmother stepped forward and said, "I hope we didn't startle you, dear. This is a tradition we've done ever since it was just Sam and I starting out. We want you to feel welcome here, like you belong. Like you're part of a family." Sam, whose name tag actually had a curious decoration on it that wasn't part of the options available to Miri: a trio of green dots arranged in a triangle, smiled. "So, what do you think?"
 
Miriam felt her eyes start to brim as she fought to keep her tears under control. No one had done anything like this for her before and she was beside herself. After dabbing at her eyes with a napkin to make sure her mascara wasn't running - since she rarely wore makeup - she accepted a warm hug from Mrs. Fisher.

"Thank you, this is so kind. This really is a special place." It was true as Miriam couldn't think of a time where she honestly could say she felt as if she belonged there. She gave grateful smiles to Tessa and the other employees before her gaze returned back to Sam. With Sam she lingered, her eyes glistening but also full of longing. Miriam generally didn't like to be the center of attention, but with Sam she didn't mind being the center of his attention.
 
Sam could scarcely look anywhere else. Tessa subtly elbowed him in the ribs and whispered, "Do I need to call HR?", in a teasing tone. He blushed, which only made her giggle as he regarded Miri with a small shrug and a helpless expression.

Sam was the one who handed her the first slice of cake, because, "I did all the work baking the thing, the least you could do is serve it!", according to Mrs. Fisher; the way the others, including Sam, joined in with her towards the end indicated that the playful grandmotherly nagging was part of the ritual as well. When she took it, his eyes locked onto hers, the promise he'd made about what they'd do after work burning behind his eyes in a silent heat.
 
Miriam felt the fire behind Sam's eyes as he handed her the plate and she almost melted on the spot. How long until the end of the work day?

The dark chocolate cake was incredible and Miriam made sure to compliment Mrs. Fisher repeatedly on her baking talents. As she was relishing her slice of cake and licking the savory frosting off the fork, she felt Sam’s eyes on her lips and she had to look away for fear of him seeing her cheeks had become as red as the Red solo cup in his hand.

For the rest of the party, she tried to keep her mind out of the gutter by taking her focus away from Sam. She spent some time chatting with the other employees she hadn't met yet - Jeff, Shauna, and Melanie. She had seen most of them around the bookstore, but had never formally introduced herself. Jeff apparently was a high school student who had started over the summer, when she would have been back home in Arizona.

Miriam had the opportunity to ask questions and get to know Mrs. Fisher a little more in a less intimidating setting. She had been so nervous yesterday, talking to Mrs. Fisher today was so much more casual. Miriam still couldn't get over her kindness and generosity to everyone on the staff. A bonus was getting to see Sam's affectionate interactions with his grandmother; it made her heart swell.

As the party was coming to a close around 7pm and the other employees started making their exits home, Miriam felt her heartbeat escalate as she thought about Sam’s promise of what he would do to her when work was over.
 
Sam had changed from his normal outfit to a pair of cargo shorts and a T-shirt depicting the video game character with whom he shared a name, his pistol raised and iconic tri-goggles down over his eyes. The "Splinter Cell: Blacklist" logo was printed below the image. Strangely enough, even though the game was several years old and any merchandise from it should not be in such good condition, it looked almost brand-new. Swinging a bike helmet in his hand, he wheeled an electric bike over towards where Miri was. "How you getting home?", he asked.
 
Miri was in front of the store, leaning against the door frame when Sam pulled around on his bike. She noted he had changed into a more casual outfit with a logo she didn't recognize. Miriam did wonder about the symbol on his name tag and realized it was similar to this logo. She made a mental note to look into it more later when she had the chance.

"My original plan was to walk back to campus," she lingered. "Did you have another option in mind?"
 
"As a matter of fact, I did. I only take about ten minutes to bike to my place, but sometimes sacrifices must be made for one's lady." Sam's pouting fooled nobody, and when he was sure none of their coworkers were still lingering he put down the kickstand and abruptly pulled Miri into a soul-melting kiss.

When they broke apart, he said, "I knew I was attracted to you the moment I saw you in the bookstore for the first time. But you're more than just what you can do in bed. I want to know you, I want to see if we can fall in love. I know this is a little bit flip-flopped, since we're going to my place to fuck, but do you wanna be my girlfriend?" Despite the weight of his words he was still really nervous and he blurted out his words so fast they were almost impossible to understand. But the key word was 'almost'.
 
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