Virgin guy gets the girl at last.

by  S3lwyncd0g - listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

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I had no idea how much my life was about to change when I went to work that night in April 1980. I was nineteen, had no girlfriend, hell, never even been kissed. I had a job buffing floors in a department store. All the cleaning and restocking was done in the evening and right after closing. Then, after everyone was gone, I came in to do the floors. This way, no one was in my way or tracking on the floors. I would wax a different area each night and simply mop and buff all others as needed. I was going to Junior College and the store’s general manager was my Dad’s best friend and my godfather. Looking back, I was so lucky that this happened before camera surveillance systems were widespread and affordable.

I stuck a tape in the cassette player in the office and it played over the store’s sound system, Kool and the Gang was my music tonight. I turned around and nearly shit my pants. Daphne, the Boss’s daughter, was right behind me, I yelped.

“Sorry, Kip. Didn’t mean to scare you.” she said.

“T-That’s okay,” I replied trying to calm down, “I didn’t know anyone was here.”

She pointed to her Dad’s office, “Yeah, I was crashed on his sofa.”

I noticed she had a sad demeanor and her hair was all mussed up.

“I just didn’t feel like going home and needed someplace to sit and think,” she said and turning, walked out of the office and onto the store floor.

The offices were on the second floor which also contained the Home Decor and Furnishings as well as Clothing departments. I followed her.

Daphne was almost like a cousin. We’d grown up together, she was a year older than me and had been a tomboy until puberty hit her. And boy, did it hit her hard. She went from cute to hot in no time. Of course boys noticed and flocked around her. I got left behind. Now at twenty she stood 5'9", was stacked with big tits and the naturally blonde hair from her Mother’s Swedish family line. She was wearing a baggy blue crop-top and a pair of red and white striped tight short shorts. (ah the fashion of the 80’s) Her long legs looked amazing. Naturally I followed her.

“You okay?” I asked when I caught up with her.

“Hmm? Oh yeah… I guess…” she mumbled. Then she stopped and leaned on the railing around the escalator. I stood there in silence.

God, her ass looked awesome! I started to step away when she leaned forward on her elbows. Her crop top hung open and I could see her tits hanging free. They looked huge. Of course I wasn’t experienced and had only seen tits in flashes and glimpses and Playboy. So this turned me on. I stood and stared for a moment then moved slightly to get a better view.

“Kip? You know those silly episodes of shows and in movies where people swap bodies?”

“Yeah.”

“It’s stupid, I know, doesn’t happen, can’t happen… but, damn, I wish I could do it right now.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

Daphne turned and walked towards the Furnishings displays. She paused in a “Bedroom display” and stood in front of a dresser. It was wide and low with an enormous mirror.

“I’m tired of this.” she said. “I was happier when we were kids and could play and swim and have fun together.” She looked at my reflection and continued, “You were my best friend and confidant. We had so much fun together. Remember when we went skinny dipping?” she smiled.

We’d been only eight and nine at the time and didn’t know anything about sex or attraction, hell we were so innocent, we weren’t even curious. We simply got hot and swam, then dressed and went on playing. I’d actually forgotten about it.

“Then suddenly I emerge from my cocoon a beautiful butterfly and everything changes.” She was quiet for a moment, just staring at her reflection. “I wish it hadn’t.”

I stepped closer, surprised to hear her confession. Taking a deep breath she continued.

“Suddenly everyone wanted to be close to me, no… not just close. Everyone wanted to possess me, own me… use me. Even my Dad wanted to use me for advertising. Those photos they took? Yeah, those were the tame ones the company approved. Some were deemed unacceptable. Mom and Dad didn’t care what the photographer asked me to do or wear or how to pose. They insisted that he was the professional and knew best. I felt cheap. And all the guys I dated? Every single one of them only wanted sex. That’s why I dated so many guys. I’d date a guy till he pressed for sex, then drop him. Problem was that all the guys wanted sex, none of them wanted me.”

Suddenly I felt guilty for looking at her tits.

“Finally it happened. Six months ago, I went to a party. I was having fun, then I woke up the next day in a strange house with my ass in a gallon of cum. I’d been drugged and raped. I wanted to die.” Tears flowed as she continued. “They’d left polaroids of me getting fucked but nothing to identify them. I gave in and started having sex. I figured it was useless to refuse and the damage was already done, I wasn’t a virgin. I ended up at another party where I lost count of the guys I fucked. Then I had a pregnancy scare and confessed to my folks. Mom and Dad saw the danger I was in. They supported me and protected me, even though it was too late. I’ve been to doctors, the police and psychiatrists. They say I’m clean and lucky. I didn’t get pregnant or catch a disease. But there’s no way to find who did it either. I had to cut out everyone who had been a part of my life before then. I was even afraid to go out or dress nice. I was afraid of someone seeing me and deciding they wanted me.”

She looked at me.

“I was so lonely. Then I thought of you. And I remembered how much fun we had, and how much we shared. I realized I hadn’t had a best friend since I’d left you behind… And I realized you were my first boyfriend even if we didn’t understand what that meant. I saw that I’d lost a really great guy. And I’m sorry for that. It was stupid.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t try to follow you.” I said. “I realized you were beautiful and figured that you were out of my league…”

“Kip, Mom and I had a talk… well, we had a lot of talks, but… Look, do you think my dad is handsome?”

“Uh, no.”

“But my Mom is hot, right?”

“Yeah!” I scoffed.

“So I asked her why she picked him when she probably could have picked anyone. She said it was because he first was her best friend. They were friends first, lovers second. She said that’s why they’re happy.”

“Oh.”

“Kip? Can we go back? Can we be best friends again?”

“Sure! Of course!”

“And would you like to go out… sometime?”

“Absolutely!”

“Would you be my boyfriend?”

I was touched. I realized how much I still cared for her and how much I’d missed her. I had been forced to push my feelings down and bury them.

“I’d like that. I’d like that a lot.” I answered and a smile spread across my face.

Daphne smiled and hugged me tightly. We stood there hugging as she sniffled for a while. My emotions were going everywhere. I was overjoyed to have my friend back, saddened that she had suffered, and… aroused by the feeling of her tits pressing tight against me, her arms around my neck, the warmth of her body… and my cock stiffened. In fact this had to be the fastest I went from flaccid to erect ever. I was mortified because there was no way Daphne could miss it.

“Oh wow!” she said and rubbed her pelvis against my bulge. She giggled and squeezed me tighter. “God, Kip, that feels huge!”

Releasing me she stepped back. I saw she was biting her lower lip as she stared at the bulge in my jeans. I knew that was a habit of hers when she was trying to make a decision. I tried to shift my hard on around a bit to get comfortable. Suddenly Daphne lunged forward and grabbed my belt. She opened my pants in a flash and yanked them down along with my briefs. My cock stood out and she grabbed it. Grinning she knelt in front of me and stroked it.

It felt