by G E Griffin
“She sounds like quite a woman.”
“She really was. So I can't let her down, can I? I have to get my degree and then carve a successful career out for myself, just as she always wanted me to, to make up for her sacrificing her dreams to bring me up. And of course I’ll need a decent job to support myself once I graduate.” Sera put her shoulders back, her eyes glinting with what looked like determination.
“Have you had any luck with getting an internship yet? You told Toby it would help with your exchange program application.”
“No, I think maybe I’m going to have to admit defeat about that, as time is running out to get anything now before the cut off for applications,” she sighed. “All the best places have no doubt gone to people with connections, those who can get strings pulled, and I’m just not in that league. In any case, whenever I go for any kind of an interview, they take one look at me, and all they see is some silly little girl, not a potential high powered, talented employee.”
“I’m sure that’s not the case,” I tried to protest.
“Jamie, let’s face it. Like it or not, people judge you on your looks. Fact. Sometimes it can work in your favour, other times not so much. Would you have offered me this room in your house if you hadn’t been attracted to me, or rather attracted to my looks?”
I shrugged, as it was a fair point. If she’d fallen out of the ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down, in all honesty I don't suppose I would have made such an effort to persuade her to take the room here.
“I have no trouble getting a job in a bar, or as a waitress, because young girls are considered an asset. But in the male dominated world of graphic design and commercial art, I know I’m going to struggle to be taken seriously, however good I am. Which is why, if I had been able to get an internship, and then a place on the exchange program in the States, I’d have stood a much better chance of eventually landing a good job, because I’d have a couple of decent companies on my CV as proof of my ability.”
“It’s not really fair, but I suppose I can see what you’re saying,” I was forced to concede.
“It’s the way of the world, like it or not,” Sera insisted.
“What if I could get my brother to help? Maybe he would give you a short term placement if I asked him. Starr Capitol would certainly be a good solid company to have on your CV.” I felt it was the least I could offer, seeing as I had things so much easier than she did.
“That’s what Toby said too, but I don't think it’s a good idea. From the sound of it, I really don't think I wouldn’t fit into the kind of company your brother runs.” Sera shrugged as she turned back to her desk.
“But if it were a means to an end, if it got you on this exchange program, and helped you to launch your career more successfully, surely you’d consider it?” I persisted.
“There’s no point in even thinking about it Jamie, because it’s not going to happen. No disrespect, but from what I’ve heard, your brother sounds exactly the type who wouldn’t give me the slightest consideration. Now if you don’t mind, I need to get on with this piece I’m working on, so can you leave sorting out the radiator for now? I’m really not worried about it.”
So I’d left her to her studies, but resolved that the next time I saw Liam, I’d tackle the subject of a short term internship for her. Maybe if I managed to wangle it, Sera would be eternally grateful to me, and I’d finally get somewhere with her.
I felt she really deserved a helping hand. Seraphina was one of the sweetest natured girls I’d met in a long time. She cooked a house meal for us all every Thursday, the one evening we were all usually at home, because she was horrified that we never cooked proper meals for ourselves. I think she also suspected - quite rightly - that we covered some of the bills for her as we all knew how tight money was for her, and this was her way of paying us back. And she was very good cook. She had the knack of being able to effortlessly throw together cheap ingredients to produce a really great meal. Toby, Adam and myself soon found ourselves making sure that we were in on a Thursday evening, and it was usually a pretty good night as we all chilled together with a few beers. Although she hardly ever drank, Sera seemed to relax and enjoy it too – it was just a shame that I never managed to get her on her own.
In the cold weather, I felt really bad that I had not been able to persuade my landlord brother to get the radiator in Sera’s bedroom fixed to make it warmer in there for her, but he was sticking to his decision to stand back and let me deal with any issues that arose with ‘my’ tenant. I fiddled around unsuccessfully with the radiator key that I found in the man drawer in the kitchen, as I’d seen workmen do before, but it had no effect – the radiator remained disappointingly cold. Unfortunately, I was pretty short of funds due to travelling around Europe for most of the summer, and of course there was no question of asking Liam for extra money, so I couldn’t afford to ask his agent to arrange for the repairs to be completed. I managed to fix up the broken window with some cardboard and masking tape, which didn't look very pretty, but at least it stopped most of the draught. Sera insisted that she wasn’t bothered, that she’d had far worse rooms in the past, and that she didn't need an extra heater in her room as it would be too expensive to run. Instead she sat and worked on her huge art projects with fingerless mittens on her hands, and a big woolly scarf round her neck.
“It’s fine, don’t worry,” she insisted. “I’d only get sleepy if it was too warm in here.”
Sera also carried on using the tiny bathroom next to her bedroom, even thought I was pretty sure the water never got much more than lukewarm at best. I was pretty disappointed not to have ‘accidently’ walked in on her lying naked in the bath, or seen her nipping in and out of the main bathroom in her underwear, but I still hoped to get to see much more of her gorgeous body eventually.
When I’d been in her room trying to fix her radiator and window, I’d seen her underwear drying on the airer in her room, so I knew she usually wore either tiny lacy thongs or cute little boy shorts with cheeky designs on. I’d have been more than happy to see her wearing either sort, before removing them as we fell into bed together and then had mind blowing sex in every possible position for the rest of the night. I think my favourite fantasy was having her on top, so I could watch her lovely tits jiggling as she did all the work. These were the kind of thoughts that occupied me as I stared up at the ceiling, thinking of her in the room above.
~*~
The evening of the party arrived. I’d arranged it for the Thursday nearest to my birthday in February, as I knew that was the one evening we were all usually free, and then I invited everyone we knew to come along. Of course the offer of an open house with some free booze and food was irresistible, so hoards of mostly male students turned up. I’d got Sera involved by asking for her help with the catering, and of course she was too kind natured to turn me down as it was for my birthday. As she busied herself in the kitchen getting everything ready, I insisted she have a glass of wine.
“Come on, Sera let your hair down for once. Just one small glass, to celebrate my birthday, that’s all. It can't hurt just to be sociable and get in the party mood, can it?”
“Oh go on then, just one small glass mind, or it’ll go straight to my head,” she laughed. I think she was actually looking forward to this party. It had been a great move on my part to get her involved in arranging it. Maybe she felt more comfortable as it was in the house, and she didn't have to go out anywhere, and she was also very happy that her friend Abbey was coming.
“It’ll be so great to catch up with Abbey. We haven't seen each other for ages,” Sera smiled. I liked seeing her smile. She had a really beautiful smile, and I wished I saw it more often, instead of the worried frown she often wore, as if she had the weight of the world on her shoulders.
She was wearing a short halter neck dress in a shade of green that matched her amazing eyes. I kept staring at her eyes and then her naked back, and then those sexy long legs, unable to make up my mind
which I found more fascinating. As she was wearing high heels for a change, her sexy legs won out in the end. I wanted to run my hand all the way up those legs, right up under that tiny dress… I imagined she was just wearing one of her tiny lace thongs that I could easily slip off. I swallowed hard to keep my cool. All in good time, I told myself. I kept topping up her glass of wine when she wasn’t looking, so she didn't realize she’d already drunk a fair amount by the time her friend arrived.
“Abbey! It’s so good to see you,” Sera shrieked, as she hugged her friend closely, then went off in a huddle with her, no doubt to catch up on all their girly gossip.
Toby and I watched this encounter with great interest. He’d told me he’d found out from Sera that this friend of hers that she’d lived with previously was bisexual. He also informed me that Sera claimed they were just good friends, nothing more, but we were both very curious. I think most guys fantasize about having a threesome, and find watching lesbians getting it on together very horny, as proved by the impressive collection of that type of porn we’d amassed. The possibility of actually acting out a scene like that was incredibly hot, but as I hadn’t even managed to kiss Sera yet, I knew I was getting way ahead of myself.
I wasn't surprised to see Toby wasting no time in chatting up Abbey. I knew he hadn’t got laid in ages, and was pretty desperate for some action. And Abbey was certainly no shy wallflower, as she pulled him up to dance with her and was then all over him like a rash, lucky bastard. He was obviously in with a good chance, and I gave him the thumbs up sign behind her back. He grinned as he winked back at me, then nodded his head over in the opposite direction.
I turned round to see Sera dancing to ‘Feel So Close’ by Calvin Harris.
And she could really dance. The wine had done its work to unleash her inner party animal. She was moving her hips around erotically, as she ran her hands through her long wild hair, her eyes closed, and her short dress riding up to reveal even more of her long legs. I was spell bound, as were most of the other guys in the room, because she looked so incredibly sexy and unrestrained as she ran her hands over herself, and then threw her head back as she gyrated to the beat.
I quickly made my way over to her, and put my hands on her waist to pull her to me as I matched her movements.
She opened her eyes in surprise, but smiled when she saw it was me.
“Hi, Jamie. Great music, did you set up the playlist?” she shouted at me, because the music was pretty loud.
“Yeah, that was me.” I took her arms and draped them round my neck so that our bodies were locked closer together. She didn't protest, so I started moving our bodies round together, deploying some of my best dirty dancing moves.
It felt amazingly good to have her tits pressed right up against me. I ran my hands over her hips and then gripped the curve of her sexy little bottom.
“Sera, I’ve wanted you for so long,” I murmured in her ear, and then started kissing her neck as we continued to move together. Of course I already had a serious hard-on, as she could feel when I ground my hips into hers. She looked at me with a slightly bewildered expression.
“It’s okay, Babe,” I whispered. “Just relax, let go and enjoy yourself.”
I kissed Sera’s lips. They were soft and sweet, so I teased her mouth with the tip of my tongue to let me in, and when she did, she tasted of wine and strawberries, a delicious and intoxicating mix as our tongues tentatively started mingling together.
As we continued kissing, I gradually manoeuvred us over towards the doorway, and once we were in the relative privacy of the hall, I pushed her back against the wall, and then started really kissing her. I ran one hand up her leg, and it felt so amazing to finally be touching her this way as I pressed up hard against her. My heart felt as if it was going to explode it was beating so fast, and I was literally aching to get my cock out, it was so up and ready for action. Because of my obsession with Sera, I hadn’t been with another girl for ages, so now I was desperate for a fuck, and thankful that we’d finally got to this stage.
“Jamie…I…maybe…” she stuttered. She broke off our kiss and reached up to put her hands on my shoulders as she stared up into my face.
“You’d prefer us to go somewhere more private?”
I understood. It was usually around this time that I’d make a discreet exit with a girl to take things to the next level, so I took Sera by the hand and led her upstairs to my bedroom, closing the door firmly behind us. I was glad I’d made sure my bed was neatly made, and my room was tidy, in hopeful anticipation of this event. I was finally going to get Sera into my bed for my best birthday present ever. Yes!
“You are so beautiful,” I whispered as I quickly kicked off my shoes and socks, then pulled my T shirt over my head, before I started kissing her again. I held her tightly against my bare chest while I ran my fingertips over the silky skin of her bare back. I couldn’t wait to get her naked to feel the rest of her bare skin against mine. I’ve often been told by girls that they like my chest, and Sera seemed to as she started running her fingers over me, before pulling away.
“Jamie, I’m not sure…” she murmured, but she didn't actually push me away.
“It’s okay, I’ve got protection,” I reassured her. Boy Scout rule number one – be prepared. Always practice safe sex. Never, ever take a risk. Always use a good quality condom. Never get caught out, always have a plentiful supply to hand. That was the advice my brother had drummed into me countless times, for which I was eternally grateful, as it meant I had a box of condoms in my bedside drawer.
I started kissing Sera again, and pushed her hair to one side as I nuzzled her neck and then felt for her dress zipper with my fingers. As it was a halter neck, I guessed she wouldn’t be wearing a bra underneath. I groaned loudly at the thought of seeing her naked for the first time, as I ran my hand up to feel those great tits of hers.
I suddenly felt Sera tense up.
“Jamie, I’m not sure I can do this.” She tried to push me away.
“Hey, it’s okay, it’ll be a really great fuck, I promise,” I whispered as I pulled her closer again. “Although it might be a bit quick – the first time anyway, but we’ve got all night. It’s been a while, so you know how it is.”
“No, I don’t that’s the trouble,” Sera wailed.
“What do you mean?” I asked breathlessly, puzzled by her reaction.
“I’m so sorry, Jamie. It’s just I’m not very experienced, I’ve never actually…and I thought maybe I could finally do this, but….”
“Are you saying… you’re not saying… are you saying you haven’t ever…?”
Was she trying to tell me she was a virgin? She couldn’t be, she was nearly twenty two, for crying out loud. I lost my virginity as soon as I could at sixteen, and I’ve never looked back. No one is still a virgin at her age, not by choice anyway. And guys would kill to have sex with Sera, so what the hell…?
“It’s true. I’ve never had sex. I'm a stupid inexperienced virgin,” she confessed. She sank down to sit on the edge of the bed as she hid her face in her hands. I slowly sat down next to her, and then gently put my arm around her, bewildered by her confession.
“You’re the closest I’ve ever got, Jamie, and for a moment there I really thought maybe this time I could finally do it, because I really want to. I mean, how embarrassing is it to admit I'm still a virgin at my age? Usually I feel myself tense up the moment a guy starts really kissing me or tries to touch me. I want to let go and have sex, I really do, but something inside me always rebels and starts screaming and kicking, and I just can't do it, so I have to put a stop to things. That’s why I’ve sometimes wondered…”
“Wondered what?” I couldn’t believe how things were turning out, after it’d been going so well between us. I’d been within a couple of minutes of finally living out my fantasies with her and now it had all come to a crashing halt.
“I’ve wondered if perhaps I’m gay, and that’s why I freeze whenever a guy touches me,�
�� she said in a very quiet voice.
“Gay? No, you can't be. That would be such a waste. You have a bisexual friend you lived with, so surely you would’ve tried things out with her if you were that way inclined? Look, you were fine just now, it was only when I touched you more intimately that you overreacted. I didn't know you were a virgin, so maybe I’ve rushed things for you. I just assumed you were used to how things normally play out between a guy and a girl at a party, when they both want to fuck. Come on, we can try again, I’ll take things really slowly, seeing as it’s your first time,” I promised, as I eased her back down to lie on the bed with me, and then started kissing her again. The thought of being the first guy to ever have her was really turning me on, making my cock even harder if that was possible.
She relaxed for a moment as she lay there and let me kiss her again, but as soon as I tried to run my hand up between her legs, she totally freaked out on me again.
“No! No, I really can’t do this!” she cried out, as she pushed my hand away and tried to sit up.
“Come on, Babe, just relax and let me show you how nice it feels when I rub your special little magic button,” I urged, as I tried to pull her back down on the bed again. I was sure I could make her go wild if I could just get my hand inside her knickers to work on her clit.
It was so frustrating. If only she would let herself go, I knew she’d enjoy it, because I always make sure a girl has a really great time. Don’t be a selfish lover. Make sure she always comes - that way women will beg you to fuck them again. Don’t be ignorant. Study the female anatomy so you know what you’re doing. More great tips from my big brother.
Perhaps I should have waited until she’d had a couple more glasses of wine to properly relax her, but she’d seemed so chilled and up for it when she was dancing.
I tried gently kissing her neck and just left my hand resting on her waist, hoping that she would calm down, and then we could get back to taking care of her virginity, but it was no good. She pushed my hands away firmly, and sat up on the bed.
