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It had been almost a month since Kate had moved to the big city and started her program. She had been handling it somewhat well. The workload was heavy, but manageable. She worked harder than most of her peers though. For one, she was afraid that she would fall behind if she didn’t.
But the main reason was mostly because she knew she wouldn’t be able to cope with the loneliness if she didn't keep busy. She found it exceedingly hard to make friends. She just didn’t fit in. The girls in her program were so beautiful, trendy and sophisticated. Coming from a small town, she felt she either stood out too much, or rather, that she was invisible.
Max had been busy as well. Since Kate left, Max decided to finally take over his father's restaurant business, as the time was opportune. Max decided not to go to college, and his father was getting old and tired. The restaurant wasn’t big enough to hire a manager so Max could easily take time off. But since his was one of the biggest restaurants in his small town, Max was busy almost seven days a week, from early morning until late at night, until the last employee left.
Kate couldn’t talk to her parents too often either, not wanting to make them worried. She wanted to be strong and independent. But what gave Kate the most stress was her dire financial situation. Everything just cost so much. She thought she had planned her budget well. She had accounted for her tuition fee, rent, electricity, internet and the phone bill. She didn’t live far from college, so transportation wasn’t an issue.
Food, stationary, daily essentials, functional electronic appliances that were supposed to be included in her rent, and unforeseen expenses from school, such as a new computer more suitable for graphic design, had given her a lot of difficulties making ends meet, however. She could have asked for help from her parents, but she was determined to make it herself. She set out to find a part-time job while being on a tight budget.
Finding a job wasn’t easy for Kate. The only job that would not cut in to her school hours was the food service industry. She didn’t want to work at fast food. She didn’t drink, so she definitely couldn’t work in bars. So she set out to work in coffee shops.
She must have submitted applications to every coffee shop and small restaurant within a five kilometer radius, until she finally heard back from one coffee shop. It was a JavaU café, one of those chain coffee shops found only in the city (and a few cities in the Middle East) that operated like a Starbucks, but served higher-end sandwiches and coffee. Kate was ecstatic that she finally got an interview.
The next day, she wore her best outfit (which was really the same old white turtle-neck and black knee-length skirt over thick, black pantyhose) to meet her potential employer. She arrived at the coffee shop ten minutes early, and approached the cashier, a beautiful, petite brunette, maybe ten years her elder. She would later learn that her name was Liz, a young mother of a two year-old daughter. Liz was expecting her. She served her a coffee and asked Kate to wait at one of the tables for her supervisor to come conduct the interview.
Kate was very nervous, as it was her very first interview ever. She was eager to get the job, so that she could finally solve her financial problems. Her budget was such that she could probably last another month or so without help, and that was even after she had cut all expenses to a minimum, including cutting the internet. After waiting for over thirty minutes, her nervousness only grew. She was afraid that the interview wouldn’t happen. When her prospective employer finally arrived however, her nervousness was replaced by a mixture of anger and surprise.
Standing in front of her was Kyle. Kyle and Kate had gone to the same high school. He never finished high school, however. He was always a rebellious student, and rumor had it that he was kicked out of his home to live with his sister in the city. Kate never liked Kyle. In fact, she loathed him. He was somewhat of a bully, although never physically. He was average height, but had an athletic build, and good looking, but cocky as hell. He would make fun of all the unpopular kids in school, which included Kate and Max.
His other pastime was hitting on girls. Countless girls had their heart broken. It appeared that he was completely disinhibited. He was particularly fond of girls who were committed in a serious relationship. What really perplexed Kate however, was that girls would fall for him, knowing they would get hurt. He was simply despicable.
“Kate, I know you right? We went to high school together,” Kyle said as he was approaching where Kate sat. He had disheveled hair, was chewing gum, and was dressed in a v-neck, with tight, black jeans. Nothing like the serious middle-aged gentleman Kate imagined her supervisor would be.
“Yes, I am afraid so,” said Kate.
“'Afraid so,' what the hell does that mean?”
“Figure of speech,” she replied. A part of Kate really wanted to leave. Knowing that there was a potential of working with Kyle made her stomach churn. But Kate stayed, and thought to herself that if worse came to worst, she would work here while looking for another job.
“I saw your resume. To be honest, I am not looking for any help. Oh, in case you haven’t noticed, I run this place for my sister. She is usually in another JavaU she owns at the other end of the city. Anyhow, I was surprised to see your name. I didn’t know you moved here. I guess you need a job. I can help.”
Kate hated what was going on, but she desperately needed the money, so after discussing details of what the work entailed, she agreed to take the job. She would work two or three weeknights and all day Saturday. The hours weren’t too bad; the café closing time was 10pm. She would eat her supper later, sleep around midnight, and still be able to make it to her morning classes.
She fitted in quite fine as well. She got along with her co-workers, and despite lacking experience, she handled her share of work. She was even able to stand Kyle. He was surprisingly appropriate with her and the other co-workers, who were all female. He would occasionally crack borderline inappropriate comments, but never to them, and always in the spirit of making everyone laugh.
The only thing that made Kate uncomfortable was the uniform. Everyone wore the same white button-up blouse that was too see-through and too tight for Kate’s taste. Her breasts were very generously accentuated. Fortunately, they wore it under a black apron. For the bottom, they all wore the same black skirt (but too high for Kate’s comfort), over black pantyhose, with black, round-headed flat heel shoes.
Three weeks had almost passed until payday finally came. The timing was opportune; Kate had been living off her meager tips, and what little savings she had left. She was looking forward to finally stocking up her fridge with healthy food. It was a busy night, much busier than usual. After the last customer left and the place cleaned, Kyle distributed the paycheques.
When Kate opened the envelope, she stood there looking at the cheque. A part of her felt excited, as this was her first paycheque. Another part of her felt relief, as the weight of the financial burden finally lifted off her shoulders. Kyle must have noticed. To celebrate Kate’s first paycheque, he invited everybody over to his apartment for food. It was little before 10pm, and nobody had eaten anything yet. So Kyle brought Kate, Liz, and Carla, another co-worker, to his place.
When they arrived at Kyle's place, Kate was very impressed. It had high ceilings, with floor windows overlooking the city. The place was huge compared to what Kate had. The furniture looked so expensive. The place looked like what you would see in a fashion magazine.
“So, what do you guys wanna eat?” Kyle asked, as Kate was still absorbing the place, visibly impressed. Nobody said anything, so Kyle asked if they were okay with sushi.
Kate finally joined in the conversation and replied, “I don’t mind, I've had it only once though, at the Sushi Shop. It was okay."
“The stuff served in a box, piled in a fridge? That’s not sushi, that’s fast food. Actually, that’s shit food. You’re in my city now. You will be eating the good stuff,” Kyle boasted.
Kate was somewhat insulted by the comment, but then again, she knew what Kyle said was true. She had always wanted to try sushi, and she knew the food from Sushi Shop wasn’t actually the real deal. But Japanese food was a luxury she couldn’t afford. While waiting for the sushi delivery, Kyle opened a bottle of sake. At first, Kate really did not want to drink.
She was never good at holding her alcohol. In fact, she never really enjoyed it. The only alcohol she had ever had was beer, which was the only thing her family and friends ever drank in her hometown. She took some sake for politeness, but to her surprise, she actually enjoyed the subtle, sweet taste of it. Without realizing it, she did not stop drinking for the rest of the night.
The food arrived shortly after. It was her first time eating authentic Japanese cuisine, and she enjoyed it very much. Eating raw fish was such an exotic experience, and she did not hesitate to try everything. She even enjoyed the things Kyle said would be hard for anyone without a fine palate. While Liz and Carla stayed away from such delicacies as Ikura and Uni, Kate was beaming with pleasure while sampling the food. And when Kyle complimented Kate’s ability to appreciate good food, it made Kate even happier. She felt proud knowing that even a small town girl can be sophisticated.
The sake was flowing, and they were having a great time. At one point, Kyle went to the washroom. When he came back a few minutes later, Liz and Carla had already left.
“Where did everybody go?” Kyle asked. Kate was sitting alone between the sofa and the coffee table in the living room.
As Kyle sat an arm-length away from her on the floor, Kate replied, “Liz had to go home. Her husband says her daughter woke up asking for her. Carla accompanied her. And I just missed the bus. The next one is in thirty minutes. I hope you don’t mind if I finish the sake.”
“Of course not. I’m impressed you appreciate the good stuff. I thought a small town girl like you would have her stomach turned at the sight of raw fish,” Kyle said. That comment irritated Kate, but at the same time, it made her feel flattered. She felt like a little school girl getting complimented by her teacher for the very first time.
“Thanks, I guess. So, I heard you got kicked out of your home for doing something bad. Is that true?” Kate immediately regretted her question. It was none of her business, and she was afraid she offended Kyle.
“That’s what I hate about small towns. Little people talking behind others back. I got kicked out alright. That was because my mother hooked up with a dude, and she wanted the house so she could moan and scream when she gets fucked. It suits me though, I get to live in the city and do my own things without people meddling.”
“Oh. I am sorry to hear that,” Kate replied, while trying to hide her offense to the vulgar vocabulary.
“That’s cool. I always found it funny that people called me a son of a bitch back in the day. 'Cause I am!”
With that said, Kate couldn’t stay another minute. The last comment was just too tasteless. “I should get going soon,” Kate said, while trying to be polite. She continued while she was getting up, “Kyle, thank you very much for all that you have done. When you gave me the job, you had no idea how much you were helping me. I really needed the job, the money.”
“Don’t get too happy yet. You haven’t passed the probation yet,” Kyle said, while looking at Kate from the corner of his eyes. The look made Kate feel quite uncomfortable all of a sudden. She sat back down.
“What do you mean?” Kate was confused, but more importantly, she started to have a feeling of anguish. Just when she thought things were finally starting to get sorted out, the fear of her losing the job and not being able to pay her tuition suddenly overwhelmed her. Maybe it was the alcohol. But she noticed that every emotion she had had during the night was amplified.
“Maybe you should do more to thank me.” With that said, Kyle suddenly moved closer to Kate, and with his right hand, tilted her head up by the chin and he kissed her. Kate was stupefied. She had no idea how to respond. Her mind was blank. Slowly, she began to realize what was going on.
Kyle was kissing her without her consent. She started thinking about her options, as well as their consequences. Should she push him away and slap him across the face? But she would lose her job. Then again, at worst, she would just go back home. That did not seem such a bad scenario, although she would never be able to live her dream again.
While these thoughts were running inside Kate’s head, she kissed back by reflex. Sensing no resistance, or rather taking advantage of the moment, Kyle started unbuttoning her white blouse she wore for work. He then started playing with her tits. Kate closed her eyes. She was so confused and so petrified. She started trembling, her eyes started welling up with tears, and she became catatonic.
Kyle started kissing her neck, moved to her tits, and then to her abdomen. While one of his hands was playing with her breast, the other caressed her inner thigh under her skirt. He then sat back up, and with one swift motion, pulled her pantyhose and underwear down and off one leg, the rest still hanging from the knee of the other leg.
Kate was now fully exposed. Never before had another man, other than Max, looked at her privates. She was acutely aware of it. She did not know what to do. Even if she did, she couldn’t do anything about it. She was just frozen. Her eyes remained closed, too afraid to even open them. Yet, something was building up from the inside. It was, to Kate’s utter surprise and disappointment, excitement. She wanted Kyle to stop, but she also wanted Kyle to continued. She was so conflicted and so afraid of this feeling.
Kyle leaned down, and with his nose, touched her inner thighs, absorbing the aroma emanating from her pussy. He brushed his nose over her pubic hair, and stuck his tongue out and touched her clitoris lightly. That immediately sent a shock traveling from her clitoris up her spine to her brain. Kate arched backward and let out a single, silent, and timid moan. This was Kate’s first time, not only having a man’s face so close to her private part, but being licked.
Slowly, her back relaxed, and she started feeling something odd. For some strange reason, the fear she felt started abating, although she kept breathing really fast. A strange sensation of heat began emanating from her chest, and radiating to her head, then to all her limbs. Her nipples became erect. Her hands were squeezing the fabric of her skirt really hard. With one long and slow motion, Kyle licked Kate’s clitoris yet again, which sent another shock, to which Kate responded just as strongly.
Kyle licked again, and again, and again. Kate eventually got used to this feeling, and became relaxed once more, but only for a short period of time. She started breathing quicker, and quicker. Her body began recruiting all her flexor muscles, and she started feeling contractions from down below. And then, Kate stopped breathing, and every single one of her muscles in her body was now maximally contracted. Suddenly, she let out a big moan and her body started shivering uncontrollably. This lasted a few seconds, until she fell into a state of weakness, blurred vision, lightheadedness, and again, rapid breathing.
This was the most powerful orgasm she ever had in her life. In fact, if this was what an orgasm felt like, this may have been her first true orgasm in her twenty-some years of existence. She had sex before with Max, but it was always the same thing. They would kiss and touch each other. Her clitoris would occasionally be stimulated when Max rubbed it accidentally.
Very quickly, Max would then put on a condom, while Kate lied on her back. He would climb on top of her in a missionary position. They would make love in that position until he came, usually within ten minutes. The love-making felt good to Kate, but just good. There were even times when she would feel very warm and had heavy breathing, but she never had an “explosion” like the one she just had.
Kate had never taken drugs before, so she didn’t know what it felt like to be high. But she thought to herself that she must have looked like somebody who just had crack, or was simply very wasted. She had never drunk that much before, after all... except only once. The only time she was that drunk was with Max, and that wasn’t a pretty episode. Max tried to make love to her that night. Kate didn’t want it, but Max was insisting. So Kate punched him in the face and broke his nose. That was the only time in Kate’s life when she wasn’t her usual docile self. The alcohol helped her realize what she truly wanted. And this time, may not be an exception.
She was trying to catch her breath. She was squirming. Her eyes were half opened, trying to scan the room, not yet processing any of the information. She saw Kyle go to his room and come out with a box. He took a condom out. She didn’t see him put on the condom. Her head lied back down for a second to rest. She felt Kyle’s hands on her thighs, pushing her knees to either side of her chest. And then, Kyle stroked the shaft of his penis over her pussy, parting her lips away from each other and massaging her clitoris.
At that moment, Kate looked like she was possessed. She arched backward, throwing her eyes behind her head. Then, she fell into a state of depersonalization. She felt as though her consciousness had left her body. She saw herself from the outside, with her legs spread wide, and between her legs was a man she barely knew, touching her most private part with that of his. The view shocked her. She was going to be having sexual intercourse with a man other than Max. She was going to be, or rather was already cheating on Max. That was against all of her principles. She was experiencing a moral falling. She, more specifically her consciousness, was in distraught.
That body however, behaved quite differently. That body seemed to be enjoying the moment. It was pushing its hip forward against Kyle. And as Kyle leaned in closer, that body wrapped its hands tightly around Kyle’s back, embracing him. Its pussy wasn’t just wet, it was overflowing. Faint moans started escaping from its mouth. Finally, Kyle inserted his cock inside her with deep and long strokes. That body immediately started moving in sync. Kate’s consciousness was observing quite literally, the embodiment of lust and desire, a side which was dormant throughout all of her existence. And this frightened her.
So many thoughts were going through Kate’s mind. ‘Why am I doing this? Am I really enjoying this? Am I cheating on Max? This ... feels good?’ A quote from David Hume suddenly came to her mind, ‘ reason is, and ought only to be the slave of the passions, and can never pretend to any other office than to serve and obey them’. Although not in the same context, the quote was still quite fitting. The body was acting out of passions; her consciousness and reasoning was rendered powerless.
Her consciousness only returned to her when Kyle kissed her passionately. She reciprocated the kiss with the same intensity. She had never kissed Max this passionately before; she never could, because of the rash she would get from his facial hair. Max had never cleanly shaved his face before. Kyle however, was shaved to the skin. Their bodies were also quite different from each other. While Max had a big belly and a hairy chest, it was apparent that Kyle worked out at the gym. During sex with Max, much of the body contact was from the abdomen, because of his belly. Kate also tried to avoid her nipples touching that of Max hairy chest, though this task was usually difficult because of her ample-sized breasts.
Kyle, on the other hand, had six-pack abs, and a solid but smooth chest. Kate found herself pushing her breasts to Kyle’s chest. The sex felt different as well, in particular the movements. While they were in the same old missionary position that Kate had been used to, Kyle moved in such a way that, with each penetrating stroke, he rubbed his pubic area on hers, stimulating her clitoris. In that position, she came two or three more times. They weren’t as strong as the first one, but stronger than she had ever felt before tonight.
Finally, Kate passed out, likely due to the alcohol, but the orgasms she had, definitely took a toll on her as well. She awoke an hour later. She was still lying on the floor, but with a cover on. Under the cover, her shirt was still unbuttoned, her breasts were partially covered with the bra with the strap detached, and her pantyhose and panties were still hanging on one leg. Kyle was fully dressed, although he never did completely undress.
“You feeling better? You passed out,” Kyle said, while he was approaching with a glass of water for her.
Kate took a few minutes to compose herself, during which time, the room was completely quiet. She then replied, “We can’t do this. This is wrong. I have a boyfriend who loves me.”
“And you, do you love him?”
“Of course I do,” Kate replied firmly, although her thoughts skipped a beat.
“Listen, what we did here is not love. There are no strings attached. I also don’t need people at work. When I saw your resume, I figured I would help an old classmate.” With that said, Kate suddenly remembered that without the job, she would have financial difficulties. She just couldn’t make ends meet, and she had exhausted all of her options. The only sensible thing to do now was to return home.
Kyle interrupted her thoughts and said, “Look, let’s consider this your way of thanking me for helping you out. You get to keep your job, I will treat you the same professional way I've been treating every employee. We won’t mention any of this. And life will go on.”
What was done was done, and Kate knew there was nothing she could change. This settlement wasn’t so bad, although she knew she was still under the influence of alcohol, and may regret all this afterward if she agreed.
Kyle spoke again, “There are only two condoms left in the box. I’ll make you a deal. Finish the condoms in this box with me, and I will get you a job at the other JavaU my sister runs. You won’t have to see me again, ever.” Her eyes were now wide open. She started feeling warm again, and she was red. But to her surprise, she wasn’t immediately overwhelmed with anger. This feeling was more of a feeling of excitement from the anticipation of having powerful orgasms again.
Upon realization of this feeling however, her reasoning took over and scolded her. 'Are you stupid? You just slept with a man you barely know? You cheated on Max! And you are going to repeat the same mistake? Get the hell out of here now.' Kate looked Kyle in the eyes for a moment without saying a word. She then dressed quickly and stormed out of Kyle’s apartment.
Kyle smiled and thought to himself, “She will be back for more. She’ll be back for more. She’ll be one fine trainee”.
But the main reason was mostly because she knew she wouldn’t be able to cope with the loneliness if she didn't keep busy. She found it exceedingly hard to make friends. She just didn’t fit in. The girls in her program were so beautiful, trendy and sophisticated. Coming from a small town, she felt she either stood out too much, or rather, that she was invisible.
Max had been busy as well. Since Kate left, Max decided to finally take over his father's restaurant business, as the time was opportune. Max decided not to go to college, and his father was getting old and tired. The restaurant wasn’t big enough to hire a manager so Max could easily take time off. But since his was one of the biggest restaurants in his small town, Max was busy almost seven days a week, from early morning until late at night, until the last employee left.
Kate couldn’t talk to her parents too often either, not wanting to make them worried. She wanted to be strong and independent. But what gave Kate the most stress was her dire financial situation. Everything just cost so much. She thought she had planned her budget well. She had accounted for her tuition fee, rent, electricity, internet and the phone bill. She didn’t live far from college, so transportation wasn’t an issue.
Food, stationary, daily essentials, functional electronic appliances that were supposed to be included in her rent, and unforeseen expenses from school, such as a new computer more suitable for graphic design, had given her a lot of difficulties making ends meet, however. She could have asked for help from her parents, but she was determined to make it herself. She set out to find a part-time job while being on a tight budget.
Finding a job wasn’t easy for Kate. The only job that would not cut in to her school hours was the food service industry. She didn’t want to work at fast food. She didn’t drink, so she definitely couldn’t work in bars. So she set out to work in coffee shops.
She must have submitted applications to every coffee shop and small restaurant within a five kilometer radius, until she finally heard back from one coffee shop. It was a JavaU café, one of those chain coffee shops found only in the city (and a few cities in the Middle East) that operated like a Starbucks, but served higher-end sandwiches and coffee. Kate was ecstatic that she finally got an interview.
The next day, she wore her best outfit (which was really the same old white turtle-neck and black knee-length skirt over thick, black pantyhose) to meet her potential employer. She arrived at the coffee shop ten minutes early, and approached the cashier, a beautiful, petite brunette, maybe ten years her elder. She would later learn that her name was Liz, a young mother of a two year-old daughter. Liz was expecting her. She served her a coffee and asked Kate to wait at one of the tables for her supervisor to come conduct the interview.
Kate was very nervous, as it was her very first interview ever. She was eager to get the job, so that she could finally solve her financial problems. Her budget was such that she could probably last another month or so without help, and that was even after she had cut all expenses to a minimum, including cutting the internet. After waiting for over thirty minutes, her nervousness only grew. She was afraid that the interview wouldn’t happen. When her prospective employer finally arrived however, her nervousness was replaced by a mixture of anger and surprise.
Standing in front of her was Kyle. Kyle and Kate had gone to the same high school. He never finished high school, however. He was always a rebellious student, and rumor had it that he was kicked out of his home to live with his sister in the city. Kate never liked Kyle. In fact, she loathed him. He was somewhat of a bully, although never physically. He was average height, but had an athletic build, and good looking, but cocky as hell. He would make fun of all the unpopular kids in school, which included Kate and Max.
His other pastime was hitting on girls. Countless girls had their heart broken. It appeared that he was completely disinhibited. He was particularly fond of girls who were committed in a serious relationship. What really perplexed Kate however, was that girls would fall for him, knowing they would get hurt. He was simply despicable.
“Kate, I know you right? We went to high school together,” Kyle said as he was approaching where Kate sat. He had disheveled hair, was chewing gum, and was dressed in a v-neck, with tight, black jeans. Nothing like the serious middle-aged gentleman Kate imagined her supervisor would be.
“Yes, I am afraid so,” said Kate.
“'Afraid so,' what the hell does that mean?”
“Figure of speech,” she replied. A part of Kate really wanted to leave. Knowing that there was a potential of working with Kyle made her stomach churn. But Kate stayed, and thought to herself that if worse came to worst, she would work here while looking for another job.
“I saw your resume. To be honest, I am not looking for any help. Oh, in case you haven’t noticed, I run this place for my sister. She is usually in another JavaU she owns at the other end of the city. Anyhow, I was surprised to see your name. I didn’t know you moved here. I guess you need a job. I can help.”
Kate hated what was going on, but she desperately needed the money, so after discussing details of what the work entailed, she agreed to take the job. She would work two or three weeknights and all day Saturday. The hours weren’t too bad; the café closing time was 10pm. She would eat her supper later, sleep around midnight, and still be able to make it to her morning classes.
She fitted in quite fine as well. She got along with her co-workers, and despite lacking experience, she handled her share of work. She was even able to stand Kyle. He was surprisingly appropriate with her and the other co-workers, who were all female. He would occasionally crack borderline inappropriate comments, but never to them, and always in the spirit of making everyone laugh.
The only thing that made Kate uncomfortable was the uniform. Everyone wore the same white button-up blouse that was too see-through and too tight for Kate’s taste. Her breasts were very generously accentuated. Fortunately, they wore it under a black apron. For the bottom, they all wore the same black skirt (but too high for Kate’s comfort), over black pantyhose, with black, round-headed flat heel shoes.
Three weeks had almost passed until payday finally came. The timing was opportune; Kate had been living off her meager tips, and what little savings she had left. She was looking forward to finally stocking up her fridge with healthy food. It was a busy night, much busier than usual. After the last customer left and the place cleaned, Kyle distributed the paycheques.
When Kate opened the envelope, she stood there looking at the cheque. A part of her felt excited, as this was her first paycheque. Another part of her felt relief, as the weight of the financial burden finally lifted off her shoulders. Kyle must have noticed. To celebrate Kate’s first paycheque, he invited everybody over to his apartment for food. It was little before 10pm, and nobody had eaten anything yet. So Kyle brought Kate, Liz, and Carla, another co-worker, to his place.
When they arrived at Kyle's place, Kate was very impressed. It had high ceilings, with floor windows overlooking the city. The place was huge compared to what Kate had. The furniture looked so expensive. The place looked like what you would see in a fashion magazine.
“So, what do you guys wanna eat?” Kyle asked, as Kate was still absorbing the place, visibly impressed. Nobody said anything, so Kyle asked if they were okay with sushi.
Kate finally joined in the conversation and replied, “I don’t mind, I've had it only once though, at the Sushi Shop. It was okay."
“The stuff served in a box, piled in a fridge? That’s not sushi, that’s fast food. Actually, that’s shit food. You’re in my city now. You will be eating the good stuff,” Kyle boasted.
Kate was somewhat insulted by the comment, but then again, she knew what Kyle said was true. She had always wanted to try sushi, and she knew the food from Sushi Shop wasn’t actually the real deal. But Japanese food was a luxury she couldn’t afford. While waiting for the sushi delivery, Kyle opened a bottle of sake. At first, Kate really did not want to drink.
She was never good at holding her alcohol. In fact, she never really enjoyed it. The only alcohol she had ever had was beer, which was the only thing her family and friends ever drank in her hometown. She took some sake for politeness, but to her surprise, she actually enjoyed the subtle, sweet taste of it. Without realizing it, she did not stop drinking for the rest of the night.
The food arrived shortly after. It was her first time eating authentic Japanese cuisine, and she enjoyed it very much. Eating raw fish was such an exotic experience, and she did not hesitate to try everything. She even enjoyed the things Kyle said would be hard for anyone without a fine palate. While Liz and Carla stayed away from such delicacies as Ikura and Uni, Kate was beaming with pleasure while sampling the food. And when Kyle complimented Kate’s ability to appreciate good food, it made Kate even happier. She felt proud knowing that even a small town girl can be sophisticated.
The sake was flowing, and they were having a great time. At one point, Kyle went to the washroom. When he came back a few minutes later, Liz and Carla had already left.
“Where did everybody go?” Kyle asked. Kate was sitting alone between the sofa and the coffee table in the living room.
As Kyle sat an arm-length away from her on the floor, Kate replied, “Liz had to go home. Her husband says her daughter woke up asking for her. Carla accompanied her. And I just missed the bus. The next one is in thirty minutes. I hope you don’t mind if I finish the sake.”
“Of course not. I’m impressed you appreciate the good stuff. I thought a small town girl like you would have her stomach turned at the sight of raw fish,” Kyle said. That comment irritated Kate, but at the same time, it made her feel flattered. She felt like a little school girl getting complimented by her teacher for the very first time.
“Thanks, I guess. So, I heard you got kicked out of your home for doing something bad. Is that true?” Kate immediately regretted her question. It was none of her business, and she was afraid she offended Kyle.
“That’s what I hate about small towns. Little people talking behind others back. I got kicked out alright. That was because my mother hooked up with a dude, and she wanted the house so she could moan and scream when she gets fucked. It suits me though, I get to live in the city and do my own things without people meddling.”
“Oh. I am sorry to hear that,” Kate replied, while trying to hide her offense to the vulgar vocabulary.
“That’s cool. I always found it funny that people called me a son of a bitch back in the day. 'Cause I am!”
With that said, Kate couldn’t stay another minute. The last comment was just too tasteless. “I should get going soon,” Kate said, while trying to be polite. She continued while she was getting up, “Kyle, thank you very much for all that you have done. When you gave me the job, you had no idea how much you were helping me. I really needed the job, the money.”
“Don’t get too happy yet. You haven’t passed the probation yet,” Kyle said, while looking at Kate from the corner of his eyes. The look made Kate feel quite uncomfortable all of a sudden. She sat back down.
“What do you mean?” Kate was confused, but more importantly, she started to have a feeling of anguish. Just when she thought things were finally starting to get sorted out, the fear of her losing the job and not being able to pay her tuition suddenly overwhelmed her. Maybe it was the alcohol. But she noticed that every emotion she had had during the night was amplified.
“Maybe you should do more to thank me.” With that said, Kyle suddenly moved closer to Kate, and with his right hand, tilted her head up by the chin and he kissed her. Kate was stupefied. She had no idea how to respond. Her mind was blank. Slowly, she began to realize what was going on.
Kyle was kissing her without her consent. She started thinking about her options, as well as their consequences. Should she push him away and slap him across the face? But she would lose her job. Then again, at worst, she would just go back home. That did not seem such a bad scenario, although she would never be able to live her dream again.
While these thoughts were running inside Kate’s head, she kissed back by reflex. Sensing no resistance, or rather taking advantage of the moment, Kyle started unbuttoning her white blouse she wore for work. He then started playing with her tits. Kate closed her eyes. She was so confused and so petrified. She started trembling, her eyes started welling up with tears, and she became catatonic.
Kyle started kissing her neck, moved to her tits, and then to her abdomen. While one of his hands was playing with her breast, the other caressed her inner thigh under her skirt. He then sat back up, and with one swift motion, pulled her pantyhose and underwear down and off one leg, the rest still hanging from the knee of the other leg.
Kate was now fully exposed. Never before had another man, other than Max, looked at her privates. She was acutely aware of it. She did not know what to do. Even if she did, she couldn’t do anything about it. She was just frozen. Her eyes remained closed, too afraid to even open them. Yet, something was building up from the inside. It was, to Kate’s utter surprise and disappointment, excitement. She wanted Kyle to stop, but she also wanted Kyle to continued. She was so conflicted and so afraid of this feeling.
Kyle leaned down, and with his nose, touched her inner thighs, absorbing the aroma emanating from her pussy. He brushed his nose over her pubic hair, and stuck his tongue out and touched her clitoris lightly. That immediately sent a shock traveling from her clitoris up her spine to her brain. Kate arched backward and let out a single, silent, and timid moan. This was Kate’s first time, not only having a man’s face so close to her private part, but being licked.
Slowly, her back relaxed, and she started feeling something odd. For some strange reason, the fear she felt started abating, although she kept breathing really fast. A strange sensation of heat began emanating from her chest, and radiating to her head, then to all her limbs. Her nipples became erect. Her hands were squeezing the fabric of her skirt really hard. With one long and slow motion, Kyle licked Kate’s clitoris yet again, which sent another shock, to which Kate responded just as strongly.
Kyle licked again, and again, and again. Kate eventually got used to this feeling, and became relaxed once more, but only for a short period of time. She started breathing quicker, and quicker. Her body began recruiting all her flexor muscles, and she started feeling contractions from down below. And then, Kate stopped breathing, and every single one of her muscles in her body was now maximally contracted. Suddenly, she let out a big moan and her body started shivering uncontrollably. This lasted a few seconds, until she fell into a state of weakness, blurred vision, lightheadedness, and again, rapid breathing.
This was the most powerful orgasm she ever had in her life. In fact, if this was what an orgasm felt like, this may have been her first true orgasm in her twenty-some years of existence. She had sex before with Max, but it was always the same thing. They would kiss and touch each other. Her clitoris would occasionally be stimulated when Max rubbed it accidentally.
Very quickly, Max would then put on a condom, while Kate lied on her back. He would climb on top of her in a missionary position. They would make love in that position until he came, usually within ten minutes. The love-making felt good to Kate, but just good. There were even times when she would feel very warm and had heavy breathing, but she never had an “explosion” like the one she just had.
Kate had never taken drugs before, so she didn’t know what it felt like to be high. But she thought to herself that she must have looked like somebody who just had crack, or was simply very wasted. She had never drunk that much before, after all... except only once. The only time she was that drunk was with Max, and that wasn’t a pretty episode. Max tried to make love to her that night. Kate didn’t want it, but Max was insisting. So Kate punched him in the face and broke his nose. That was the only time in Kate’s life when she wasn’t her usual docile self. The alcohol helped her realize what she truly wanted. And this time, may not be an exception.
She was trying to catch her breath. She was squirming. Her eyes were half opened, trying to scan the room, not yet processing any of the information. She saw Kyle go to his room and come out with a box. He took a condom out. She didn’t see him put on the condom. Her head lied back down for a second to rest. She felt Kyle’s hands on her thighs, pushing her knees to either side of her chest. And then, Kyle stroked the shaft of his penis over her pussy, parting her lips away from each other and massaging her clitoris.
At that moment, Kate looked like she was possessed. She arched backward, throwing her eyes behind her head. Then, she fell into a state of depersonalization. She felt as though her consciousness had left her body. She saw herself from the outside, with her legs spread wide, and between her legs was a man she barely knew, touching her most private part with that of his. The view shocked her. She was going to be having sexual intercourse with a man other than Max. She was going to be, or rather was already cheating on Max. That was against all of her principles. She was experiencing a moral falling. She, more specifically her consciousness, was in distraught.
That body however, behaved quite differently. That body seemed to be enjoying the moment. It was pushing its hip forward against Kyle. And as Kyle leaned in closer, that body wrapped its hands tightly around Kyle’s back, embracing him. Its pussy wasn’t just wet, it was overflowing. Faint moans started escaping from its mouth. Finally, Kyle inserted his cock inside her with deep and long strokes. That body immediately started moving in sync. Kate’s consciousness was observing quite literally, the embodiment of lust and desire, a side which was dormant throughout all of her existence. And this frightened her.
So many thoughts were going through Kate’s mind. ‘Why am I doing this? Am I really enjoying this? Am I cheating on Max? This ... feels good?’ A quote from David Hume suddenly came to her mind, ‘ reason is, and ought only to be the slave of the passions, and can never pretend to any other office than to serve and obey them’. Although not in the same context, the quote was still quite fitting. The body was acting out of passions; her consciousness and reasoning was rendered powerless.
Her consciousness only returned to her when Kyle kissed her passionately. She reciprocated the kiss with the same intensity. She had never kissed Max this passionately before; she never could, because of the rash she would get from his facial hair. Max had never cleanly shaved his face before. Kyle however, was shaved to the skin. Their bodies were also quite different from each other. While Max had a big belly and a hairy chest, it was apparent that Kyle worked out at the gym. During sex with Max, much of the body contact was from the abdomen, because of his belly. Kate also tried to avoid her nipples touching that of Max hairy chest, though this task was usually difficult because of her ample-sized breasts.
Kyle, on the other hand, had six-pack abs, and a solid but smooth chest. Kate found herself pushing her breasts to Kyle’s chest. The sex felt different as well, in particular the movements. While they were in the same old missionary position that Kate had been used to, Kyle moved in such a way that, with each penetrating stroke, he rubbed his pubic area on hers, stimulating her clitoris. In that position, she came two or three more times. They weren’t as strong as the first one, but stronger than she had ever felt before tonight.
Finally, Kate passed out, likely due to the alcohol, but the orgasms she had, definitely took a toll on her as well. She awoke an hour later. She was still lying on the floor, but with a cover on. Under the cover, her shirt was still unbuttoned, her breasts were partially covered with the bra with the strap detached, and her pantyhose and panties were still hanging on one leg. Kyle was fully dressed, although he never did completely undress.
“You feeling better? You passed out,” Kyle said, while he was approaching with a glass of water for her.
Kate took a few minutes to compose herself, during which time, the room was completely quiet. She then replied, “We can’t do this. This is wrong. I have a boyfriend who loves me.”
“And you, do you love him?”
“Of course I do,” Kate replied firmly, although her thoughts skipped a beat.
“Listen, what we did here is not love. There are no strings attached. I also don’t need people at work. When I saw your resume, I figured I would help an old classmate.” With that said, Kate suddenly remembered that without the job, she would have financial difficulties. She just couldn’t make ends meet, and she had exhausted all of her options. The only sensible thing to do now was to return home.
Kyle interrupted her thoughts and said, “Look, let’s consider this your way of thanking me for helping you out. You get to keep your job, I will treat you the same professional way I've been treating every employee. We won’t mention any of this. And life will go on.”
What was done was done, and Kate knew there was nothing she could change. This settlement wasn’t so bad, although she knew she was still under the influence of alcohol, and may regret all this afterward if she agreed.
Kyle spoke again, “There are only two condoms left in the box. I’ll make you a deal. Finish the condoms in this box with me, and I will get you a job at the other JavaU my sister runs. You won’t have to see me again, ever.” Her eyes were now wide open. She started feeling warm again, and she was red. But to her surprise, she wasn’t immediately overwhelmed with anger. This feeling was more of a feeling of excitement from the anticipation of having powerful orgasms again.
Upon realization of this feeling however, her reasoning took over and scolded her. 'Are you stupid? You just slept with a man you barely know? You cheated on Max! And you are going to repeat the same mistake? Get the hell out of here now.' Kate looked Kyle in the eyes for a moment without saying a word. She then dressed quickly and stormed out of Kyle’s apartment.
Kyle smiled and thought to himself, “She will be back for more. She’ll be back for more. She’ll be one fine trainee”.
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