I returned to my desk, and watched her enter the room.The woman had dressed well for the occasion. She wore a co-ordinated blue blazer and skirt, nice...blouse, and carried an attaché case under her arm. The clothes were a bit out of style. Maybe they were left over from when she was the head of the A/R department of her previous employer some years back.But, god, was she nervous. I stood to shake her hand, and she almost tripped over herself on her approach to the desk. She was a skinny thing,. Lindsey’s face got a new shade of red. The waiter took our order, and as he left he gave me a nod and a thumbs up when he was out of Lindsey’s line of sight. “I hate to bring this up, but you know Karen is probably calling your father right now,” I cautioned. “I doubt he will come down and start anything here, I probably will get a text.” Before she said text her text alert went off and we both chuckled. It was her mother, Karen had texted her. “My dad is pissed!” She said looking at her. In a period of three weeks Michael and Anna rounded the bases as it were, it was a whirlwind of passion, friendship and fun that got them to third base, at which time the whirlwind ended, the skies cleared and Michael and Anna decided that third base was a pretty good and safe place to be. Truth be told it was Michael who stopped them at third base, having a pregnant girlfriend at 14 was not on his list of things to experience, Anna was happy with his fingers and tongue, as he was with hers and. "Jesus, what a compliment!" She let go of him and pulled her sweater over her head. She wore no bra and her breasts lay firm and heavy in the firelight, nipples large and brown. "You've never really seen my tits, have you?" she asked. She held them provocatively, teasing him. "They turn you on?" "Yes... don't be a bitch!" "Ooohhh...I'm sorry, baby! Come to mama!" She held out her arms, half mocking him, half inviting him. After a moment's hesitation, he flung himself on her, holding her.