SRU The Beauty Contest
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Until then, I did not believe anyone thought I was sexy. As the youngest member of my computing firm, and the only woman, I thought of myself as everyone’s kid sister. All of the men were middle aged. That would not have kept me from dating them, but they were also married. As far as I was concerned, that was just as well. I had grown tired of the sexual hot house atmosphere of a college campus, where everyone who dated me seemed to expect sex on a second or third date. I had really just about given up on men.
My colleagues liked to flirt with me, but I thought they were just being playful. They were never crude like men my age might have been. I responded cheerfully, but never indicated that I was available. After all, they had wives and children.
During the beginning of my second year with the firm, my boss, Bill, and I became involved in an important and stressful project. If we met the deadline, and if everything worked well, we would get another big order. If not, we would lose an important client. We made the deadline with minutes to spare.
To celebrate, my boss suggested having dinner at an elegant restaurant downtown. At my insistence, he included his wife. Everything went well. Bill’s wife, Valerie, whom I had already met at company parties, was glad to see me again. I ordered a more expensive meal than I should have. Bill insisted on picking up the tab.
To reciprocate, I decided to invite Bill and his wife to my apartment for dinner. I bought steaks, fresh asparagus, wild rice, musk melons and two bottles of French wine. Two hours before I expected them, Valerie called. She told me that she was terribly sorry, she could not make it, but her husband would still arrive on time.
That was a real disappointment. At least Bill was coming. He arrived, apologizing on behalf of his wife. We had an excellent dinner. He complemented me in ways that would have been appropriate in the presence of his wife, and said, “I like to run a company where everyone enjoys coming to work every morning. I hope you feel that way.”
“Oh yes,” replied. “Everyone is so nice, and I am having such a good time.”
“I’m glad,” Bill said. “Everyone likes you. It would be a shame if you left. You brighten our offices by being there.”
“That’s the kind of thing every employee wants to hear,” I said.
After dinner we danced to a slow dance tune. When the dance was over, Bill kissed me on the lips, as though it was the most natural thing to do, and we sat in our chairs again. That was unexpected, and flustering, but by no means unpleasant. I have to admit, that I even felt a slight moistening in my vagina. I had not been kissed for awhile.
We kept talking, as though nothing happened. Then we danced again. This time, Bill sat me on his lap, and kissed me once more. “I don’t think we should be doing this,” I protested.
“Why not?”
“What would your wife think if she knew?”
“Actually, Valerie thinks I should have put the moves on you earlier. It has been over a year since you began to work for us. My wife and I love each other. We keep no secrets. She enjoys hearing about my occasional adventures.”
That really did come as a shock. I should have gotten off my boss’s lap, and sent him home. Instead, I remained where I was. I did not think Bill was exceptionally good looking, but I liked him and respected his business success. We kept necking like two teenagers. Then he slowly unzipped my dress. I quickly zipped it back again.
We were playing a cat and mouse game. When Bill could tell that I was more aroused, he unzipped my dress, quickly this time, unfastened my bra, and pulled my dress down in front of me, removing my bra, and exposing my breasts. I could have prevented him. Instead, I covered my breasts with my hands.
“I shouldn’t be letting you do this,” I protested.
“Why not?”
“What about your wife?”
“Valerie will enjoy hearing about it.”
“It still doesn’t feel right.”
“You are enjoying it, aren’t you?”
“I wish I wasn’t, but I am.”
“I’m glad you’re enjoying it,” Bill said. “I certainly am.” He pulled my hands down, and felt one of my nipples. “Your nipple is hard,” he said. “That means that you are excited.”
“Is that what it means?”
“Yes it certainly does.”
“I’m still a virgin.”
“I know. Dr. Evans told me after examining you.” Dr. Evans is the company doctor. “That makes you more of a prize. Please let me do this. I have wanted you for a long time.”
“I don’t want to get pregnant.”
“I don’t want you to either. That is why I brought some condoms.”
“Did you really plan this?”
“I have wanted you ever since you walked into my office for the job interview. Valerie and I have often lain in bed talking about it, and how I should proceed. She could have come over tonight. She wanted us to be alone together.”
“I have always wanted to wait until I get married,” I said. I did not say that in the present tense, because I was by then quite excited. My mind said “No,” but my vagina shouted, “Yes!” Bill’s mind and his penis were agreeing with my vagina. While I was struggling with my conscience, he was playing with my breasts.
“Someday, possibly soon you will make an excellent wife for a fortunate man, but tonight I am going to take from you what you will not be able to give to your husband,” Bill said. I continued to resist. “Who are you saving it for?”
“That fortunate man you talked about.”
“Where is he?”
That was a better question than I wanted to admit. Who was I saving it for? Where was he? Why did he not call all those times I stared at my silent telephone? What was he doing all those nights when I ate dinner alone? Where was he on those weekends when my girl friends had male companionship, but I did not? He was just out enjoying himself without knowing or caring that I even existed. Did he even exist himself? “Let’s do it,” I said.
Bill quickly took off the rest of my clothes, and removed his. Then he picked me up to carry me into my bed room. “Let me down,” I said. “I feel silly.” When we got into my bed room I lay a towel on top of the bed to absorb my blood. Bill did not have one of those “monster members” a girl friend warned me about. Nevertheless, I admitted, “I’m scared.”
“Don’t worry. It will be over quickly.”
He was right. He huffed and puffed for a few minutes, having the time of his life, before having his orgasm. I sure did not have one. At least it did not hurt very much.
There was not much blood. Bill smiled from ear to ear, proud that he had just deflowered a hot young chick who was younger than his daughter. Then he went to sleep. “Is that all there is?” I wondered.
The next morning, he told me about the contest. At that point I did not even care. Because of my inability to attract someone decent I did not like myself very much. I decided that I would rather be a piece of tail than a woman men did not look at.
The next day at work, I could tell that by the afternoon everyone knew that I was not a virgin anymore. The flirting became more overt. They were no longer furtive when undressing me with their eyes. Bill asked the men to go to a bar with him after work. I was not invited to come along, but I knew what they would be talking about.
The next day the statuette appeared on Bill’s desk. I felt embarrassed looking at it. Everyone knew what it meant.
I also felt guilty about Bill’s wife. I could not believe that she wanted this to happen. She had been good to me. I felt that I had betrayed her. A week and a half after winning the contest Bill invited me to have dinner with him and his wife. Of course I accepted, but I felt embarrassed, wondering if she suspected.
Bill lives in an elegant home, as befits the owner of a small, but successful company. His wife greeted me at the door, put her arms around me, and kissed me on the lips. “I am so glad you could come. You really look beautiful.” When I was inside, she said, “Bill told me he had a wonderful time with you two weeks ago. He really needs that. He works so hard at the office.”
“I’m glad he enjoyed it.”
I thought I had just been invited to dinner, but when I was asked to spend the night, I could not think of any obvious reason to refuse. Valerie gave me a towel, wash cloth, and an unused tooth brush, and said, “You kids have fun tonight. I’ll be sleeping in the guest room.”
The next morning, Valerie startled me by opening the door to their bed room, and asking, “How soon do you two want to have breakfast?”
I impulsively pulled up a blanket to cover my nakedness. “Not for another half hour Honey,” Bill said, affectionately giving my bare behind a pat. “We’re going to take a shower together first.” When Valerie asked to be able to wash my clothes, I gave them to her, still covering myself with the blanket. I marveled at the irony of sleeping naked with a man, while being too modest to be seen that way by his wife.
Nevertheless, I was naked when we ate breakfast, because my clothes were being dried. Valerie seemed to enjoy looking at me almost as much as her husband did. I tried to behave as though sharing a meal with a husband and wife while stark naked after making love to the husband was the most ordinary thing I could possibly do. Valerie could have given me something to wear. I should have asked.
After breakfast we went downtown, visited a museum, and had lunch at an atmospheric restaurant. When we were driving back to their home, Valerie asked me to spend another night with them so we could participate in a threesome.
While Valerie and Bill were making love, Valerie held my hand and kissed it. When it was my turn, she held her husband, kissed his cheek, whispered encouragement to him, and ran her tongue around the folds of his ear. When Bill was finished with me, Valerie kissed me, fondled my breasts, and licked her husband’s semen out of my vagina. Although I have never felt any desire for a woman I let her.
Three months later I was scheduled to participate in my first business trip. I would go with Steve. The day before we were to leave, Bill called me into his office, closed the door, and said, “I know this is your first business trip, but don’t be nervous. I’m sure that you’ll do just fine. I think you should also know that Steve’s wife has lost most of her sex drive since she passed through menopause. I hope you will consider that, and be kind to him.”
Because of a nasty scare following my weekend with Bill and his wife I was taking birth control pills. Steve and I rented two hotel rooms for appearances’ sake, but we only used one of them. I imagined the hotel maid knew what was happening, and hoped that she would not tell anyone. Steve’s penis was quite a bit larger than Bill’s, so I was glad that he had not won the contest. I was still fairly tight, but it did not hurt.
The second day after I returned to our offices, Bill called me into his office, closed the door, and said, I just got some feedback. Your presentation went very well. Everyone was impressed with you.”
“I am so glad,” I said, with genuine relief.
“I also got feedback from Steve. He said you were simply wonderful. You certainly are doing your part in making my company an enjoyable place to work.”
“Thank you.”
The next one was Vince. He was the least attractive of my colleagues. Some women would have said he was homely. Nevertheless, he made me feel beautiful with compliments that appeared to be sincere. When I was cooking dinner for him in my apartment, I had to stop what I was doing from time to time to walk over and kiss him after he said something to me that was almost too beautiful for words.
After dinner, Vince sat me on his lap, and spent the longest time undressing me. Unlike Bill and Steve, he considered my pleasures as much as his own. By the time that I was completely naked, I was thoroughly lubricated, but before entering me, Vince stood up, held me next to him, so that my back touched his chest, and gently rubbed my clitoris. This was how I masturbated, but this was more intense and pleasurable.
After I had my clitoral orgasm I touched his hand and said, “That’s enough. Please make love to me.”
When Vince put his penis into me I had my first vaginal orgasm in my life. Then I had my second. Then I had my third. I lost count after five. After finishing with me Bill and Steve would roll over and go to sleep, but Vince stayed awake, touching me, kissing me, and telling me how beautiful and wonderful I was. Then he said, “You are more desirable than my wife, but I am not going to leave her. I really do love her. She has had my children.”
“Your wife is a sweet woman,” I said. “I do not want to do anything to hurt her.”
At about two in the morning Vince woke me gently and asked, “May I make love to you again?”
“Of course. Sure.”
He got out of bed and turned on the light. “I like to be able to see what I am doing,” he said. This time was even more wonderful than the first. I kept pushing my vulva into him so that he went deeper and deeper. After Vince went back to sleep I thought about his wife.
Now there were only Ken and Larry. Both told me that it was unfair to leave them out after pleasuring Bill, Steve, and Vince.
I agreed and invited them to come over to my apartment for a Saturday afternoon. First Ken went with me. Then Larry enjoyed me. Then Ken did it again, followed by Larry. It was mechanical and unemotional, but they obviously enjoyed it. I did too, sort of. When they were finished with me they put their clothes back on, and returned to their wives, leaving me to have dinner by myself.
After that I was passed around like a gourmet treat on a silver platter. When I went on a business trip I accommodated the man or men I was with. When one of them told me that his wife would be away for an evening, I would invite him over to my apartment, fix dinner for him, make him feel young again, and prepare breakfast the next morning.
I told myself that I was not the company prostitute because they were not paying for anything. After Bill took me to two restaurants with his wife, none of the men took me anywhere because they did not want to be seen with a woman they were not married to. Except for Vince, none of the men gave me gifts and flowers. I paid for our evenings together at my apartment. It was I who purchased the excellent dinners with expensive bottles of wine that I prepared for them. Although I usually had breakfast food with milk when I was alone, I became expert in preparing fancy omelets for my colleagues when we had breakfast together.
My second year job review was as good as the first when I was still intact, but it was no better. Bill told me that he could not give me a raise. He said it was no reflection against me, but the company had been less profitable. I was almost relieved. As long as everyone knew that I was not using sex to advance in the company, as long as I paid for our trysts together, and as long as I did not harm their marriages, I could maintain my self-respect.
I did it because I had been alone for a long time, because I actually did like them, because they certainly enjoyed it, because I was beginning to enjoy it with the men other than Vince (who was always a delight), and because I did not have any obvious reason not to do it until I met Paul.
We met at church, and talked at the coffee hour after the service. He had served in the Marine Corps, and kept in shape by jogging and doing calisthenics. He worked as a UPS driver. Because he was so good looking and polite, I was sure he had a girl friend. When he told me he was alone, and asked to have lunch with me, I almost cried with relief.
He walked to my office. He was polite to everyone. I was very glad that the door to Bill’s office was closed, so Paul could not see the statuette. Then we walked to a nearby restaurant. I told myself that the worst that could happen would be that he would find that we did not have much to talk about other than the polite chit chat we were used to at church. As it happened, we had a great deal to talk about. Indeed, we had to keep track of the time, so that I would not be late returning for work.
When Paul walked back to my cubicle with me he asked if he could see me sometime for dinner. I told him he could.
Once again he walked to my office. Once again we walked to the restaurant. Once again we enjoyed each other’s presence and conversation. This time he walked to my car with me. I could see that he avoided being alone with me, so he could gain my trust that he was not a date rapist.
Several weeks went by. I had given him my telephone number. He did not call. At the coffee hour in church, we still talked, but it was as though nothing had happened. I thought that perhaps I had hoped for too much. Perhaps, he did not enjoy my conversation as much as I thought he did, and as much as I certainly enjoyed his.
Then he called, and asked to see a movie with me. This time he did drive to my apartment, and we drove to the movie. Afterwards we drove to a quiet bar to talk about the movie. This was my third date with Paul, and he had not said anything about having sex with me. He had not even tried to kiss me. When he did kiss me in front of my apartment door, I melted in his arms.
From then on Paul and I would see each other practically every week. Sometimes we would go to a restaurant. Sometimes we would see a movie, or a play. Sometimes we would spend Saturday afternoon riding our bicycles. Sometimes I would cook dinner for him. We spent a lot of time talking on the telephone. All we did was kiss and hold hands. He never once asked me to have sex with him. He did introduce me to his friends, even to his parents.
After three months of this I decided I needed to tell him about what I had been doing with my colleagues. “Are you disappointed with me?” I asked.
Paul took a long breath. “I do not expect a woman to be a virgin. I was when I joined the Marine Corps. I went to two brothels with friends of mine. I was impotent both times. It was not something I really wanted to do. Then I had a brief affair with a civilian. She had been with several men before me. She left me for an officer. When you go back to work Monday, I want you to tell your ‘friends,’ so called, that their fun is over.”
“I told them that as soon as you asked me to have lunch with you.”
Paul still had too much respect for me to take the initiative. Therefore I decided to seduce him and did. It was more wonderful than anything I had ever experienced. Paul was not as skilled as Vince. So what? For the first time in my life I made love to a man who loved me. We lay in bed afterwards talking about getting married and discussing how many children we wanted to have. Although UPS drivers are often promoted to supervisory and even executive positions, Vince said we should not have children until he was making a better income. That was fine with me. I still had time. I was also used to waiting. I had waited all of my life to find Paul.
After that night Paul made a point of visiting me at my office from time to time. He wanted to make sure that my colleagues got the message that I was in a committed relationship with a man who was young, strong, territorial, and actually somewhat pugnacious. The statuette disappeared from Bill’s desk.
We have already scheduled our wedding. It will be in our church. I will wear a white wedding dress that will cover me completely except for my hands and face. At Paul’s insistence, my colleagues and their wives have been invited. Paul wants to make sure that they watch me become his wife.
That’s fine with me. I actually do like them. Nevertheless, there is not any part of my heart that is not filled with my love for Paul. They can even dance with me at the reception if they want. It will be the last chance they ever get to touch me. -->
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