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(M/F-teen, 1st) *** At 18 I still lived in Kentucky, then my sister, who was 20, and I moved to Chicago. Both of us obtained work immediately with a large insurance company. My work consisted of rating processing personal automobile policy endorsements, while my sister was assigned to the SMP (Special Multi-Peril) division. I received a call one day from a Mr. Lawson, a department manager in accounting and he was obtaining information on policy changes I'd completed for a large agency. He asked to review some entries with myself and the accounting clerk who was one of his staff members. In a few minutes they arrived at my desk and he introduced himself and his employee, "Hello, I'm Ed Lawson, and this is Miss Helen Daubimiere." When I saw him approaching my desk I had recognized him as all the single girls in the company knew who he was and the rumors were he wasn't married or dating anyone full time. I informed him of my name, "I'm Bobette Sampson, and hope I can at least attempt to answer your questions." The problems were fairly easy to resolve, as it turned our the endorsement copies had never been sent to the agent for his files and copy to the insured. After they left I informed my supervisor that it appeared someone had failed to process the completed forms properly, as I knew someone would likely be in trouble and I did not want to be held accountable for at least fifty endorsements not being sent to the agent. Later that afternoon, I saw Mr. Lawson and he spoke to me and thanked me for my assistance. My supervisor was with me and he informed her that I had done a professional job in assisting he and his employee in clearing up a major problem, earlier that day. Later this was included in my performance evaluation, as he had considerable management supervisor control and would at times, be assigned by the president of the company to work on special projects. Several of my co-workers said he was thirty years old, as they had asked a friend in personnel to "give us some info on him". He was divorced and had been in the Air Force. Rumors were he dated a few girls from the office, but dating other personnel, especially management dating clerical, was not thought of highly by the company. One evening my sister and I were going home from a pizza bar across near where we lived. I saw Mr. Lawson getting out of his car, and he spoke to us. "Hello Miss Sampson, how are you this evening? As he greeted us, he smiled and I thought, "Ask me out, please!" Instead of hearing him ask me for a date, I introduced my sister Sarah to him. Then my heart about flipped as he told me, "I owe you lunch one day for your assisting me on those endorsement problems." I told him, "Ok, whenever is convenient for you." After he left, Sarah stated laughing and teasing me, "Wait till the girls in the office hears you got a lunch date with Lawson, they will flip." "No Sarah, you can't say anything, or he could get in trouble." Nearly a month later I was shopping downtown on a Monday night after work. We met in front of a large department store that I was leaving and he was entering. He stopped and we were having a nice conversation about where I was from and how long I had been in Chicago. "You know I haven't taken you to lunch as I promised, so how about you and I going to this place and listening to some music and have a cocktail?" "I don't drink, but will go with you, if that is ok." "No problem, so lets get my car and go to my favorite bar and restaurant." Walking to the parking garage, he got his car from valet, them he held the door for me and I loved him for that. His car was a beautiful black Lincoln, but told me when I commented about it, "It's a company perk, but I love this Lincoln." Then he drove to a downtown hotel and again a valet took the car to park. I had hoped Mr. Lawson would open my door but the valet opened my door as Mr. Lawson got out by himself. Entering the hotel, he walked me through the lobby to the restaurant where we were greeted by a host that greeted us, "Hello Mr. Lawson, two for dinner, and will you go to the bar first until your table is ready?" Wow, this was unreal and Mr. Lawson reached out and took my arm in his hand and led me into the bar. "Would you like to set at the bar, it is my favorite place to set, but if you would be more comfortable at table we can do that?" Now he was asking me which I wanted and this was something new for me. Thinking I will do what he likes, I replied, "The bar will be fine, especially if you enjoy being at the bar." Holding my arm as I climbed up onto the bar stool, Mr. Lawson then sat down on the one next to me. The bartender walked over and asked, "Your regular, Mr. Lawson, and what would the lady like to drink tonight?" The bartender knew I was underage, but he called me a lady and it made me feel special. "Yes, I'll have my regular, and give the lady a vodka- grapefruit with a touch of lime, Martin." Drinking my first cocktail was funny to say the least, but being with Mr. Lawson was a girl's dream come true. "Mr. Lawson, I should call my sister and inform her that I'm having dinner with some." "Certainly, but call me Ed." Then he asked Martin if he could use the phone. This was something nice, as Martin carried the phone to me and asked me the number I wished called. Martin even dialed the number and when Sarah answered the phone, asked where I was. "I'm about to have dinner in this beautiful restaurant," I told her, "How can you afford to eat there," Sarah asked? "I'm with someone, Sarah" I replied. How she knew that I was with Mr. Lawson I don't know. Sarah asked me, "God, are you with who I think, Lawson?" Then she wanted to know how I ended up with him, "Bobette, how did you land a date with him?" I knew I couldn't say in front of him, so I told her I would be home whenever, and not to worry. Their was a piano player in the bar and it was wonderful hearing him play. Several people stopped by the bar and spoke to Mr. Lawson. He would introduce me to his friends and say, "I want you to meet the most beautiful young lady ever to leave Kentucky and come to Chicago." I was very flattered by his comments and I knew he liked me. As we spoke over dinner I informed him I had broken up with my boyfriend in Kentucky about a month ago. During our conversation I informed him I was still a virgin. "Ed, this may seen silly to you as you're older and been around more, but Billy was pushing me to go all the way. Not only that he wanted me to move back to Kentucky. He got really mad and grabbed me and that is when I told him we were through." How the conversation got to the point I told Ed I was virgin, I don't really know. Ed asked me how far I had gone with Billy and I even confessed I'd let him touch my breast but nothing else. "Haven't you ever gone part way," Ed asked me? His question surprised me and I wasn't certain what that really meant. "What is going all the way, Ed?" "The man just puts it in the edge of the woman's sex and only moves it in and out, but doesn't go all the way with the girl?" As we spoke, he told me, "Bobette, I would love to go just part way with you. I wouldn't go all the way if you didn't want that to happen. I will just work it back and forth in the edge of your sex, between the lips. Do you know what I mean?" Needless to say I was confused, but the idea of being close to Ed was so appealing, and after all he wouldn't go all the way. Thinking that this would mean we were dating, I told Ed, "Can we go some place besides her in the restaurant and talk about it because I'm afraid someone will hear us?" Leaving the hotel, after obtaining the car from the valet, Ed asked me, "Where do you live?" I told him and we drove to Arlington Heights where I lived. Ed lived in Barrington, which is near to where I lived with my sister. I knew I couldn't take him inside and do anything as Sarah would know and have a fit. The building we lived in was on a tree lined street and the trees were really old and large. They provided a large dark area just past the building I lived in. Ed parked under the trees and we talked some more. Then he asked me, "Bobette, can we go just part way," as we held hands? I wanted Ed to kiss me, but he didn't make a move on me. Later I determined he knew how to get a girl to do things and this was one of his ways - don't rush them - let her make he first move. I turned sideways on the seat and leaned over and rested my back against Ed. This was bold for me and a first to move on a guy. Ed reached and put his arms around em. Then he started stroking y arms and face. I felt that he really like me. I was only 18, virginal and had little experience with boys until now. Now I was with a man who could get what he wanted without great effort, and I knew that. Ed turned my face to his and started kissing me very softly. I've never French kissed before and when I felt his tongue pushing between my lips I didn't know what to do. Ed's tongue probed my mouth until he found my tongue. I became aroused as he was so gentle, yet skillful in kissing me. A few times he would move his tongue over my teeth. However, Ed never touched my breast or body in any way, except my hands, face and arms. Before long I moved on my own until I could hug him. Why I did that I I'll never know. My breasts were 36C's and very firm at 18. I pushed them against his chest and I now realized he was leading me by making me make the moves as he kind of set me up without my realizing. I remember holding Ed's hand and placing it on the side of my breast, He looked at me and told me how perfect my breasts were. Before long my blouse was unbuttoned and my bra was unsnapped and my breasts were expose to Ed. That I was happy would be a tremendous understatement. Now I believed Ed was mine forever. He touched them gently and then was kissing all over them and hips took my nipples between his lips and then started sucking them. Before long I felt Ed's hand under my skirt. Ed stopped sucking at my breasts and pulled his hand from under my skirt. Then he asked me, "Bobette, can I go just part way with you? I want that so much for both of us." "Oh Ed, I don't know what to do, I'm confused. What do I need to do to allow you to go part way?" I was not familiar with having sex of any kind and really didn't know what to do so Ed could go part way. "You need to remove your pantyhose and panties." Ed, ok, but will you not watch as I remove my things?" He turned and looked out the car window. "Ok, I've got them off, what do I do with them? When he said he would keep them forever, I really fell for him. Then the strangest part of it all occurred. Ed asked me if I was really a virgin. I told him, Yes, but if that's a problem we can stop if that embarrasses you." Looking at me he said, "No that's not a problem, but so many girls today though aren't." Ed moved out in front of my seat and lay me down. Then he started moving his thing towards mine. What is going to happen? I wondered. To be continued... * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 32