Peyton and I dressed later. We decided that I would drive her home rather than take the boat. I arrived at her house. There was not car in the drive. Her Granny was still at work. I stopped my truck and turned off the engine. I held Peyton's hand.
"Thanks for the day. And thanks for understanding what I've been feeling."
She smiled, leaning over to kiss me. "Well, now I know I have a boyfriend." She laughed a bit. "Even if he is an older man." We kissed again. "But he's the man for me," she said. We got out of the truck and walked down the drive. As she stepped onto the porch, she turned and waved. My heart beat faster as I watched her. "Lucas Scott, you are one lucky son of a bitch."
I started the engine and pulled away as she entered the house. The trip around the lake gave time for thought. I decided that I would do my best to keep whatever our relationship was on the level it was on. I did not want to fuck her. Well, that was not completely true I had to admit to myself. I wanted her. But I did not want it to be just a time of sex. I needed for her to know what it would mean for us to go that far. I was no high school boy trying to prove his manhood. I had no doubts is that area. This girl was a virgin and I intended to allow her to keep that precious innocence until she was ready to share this much of herself.
I went to work on Monday. I had plenty to do to keep my mind busy, although the image of Peyton laying naked on my bed was a picture difficult to replace with organizational charts and graphs. Janet, one of our secretaries, called the office a few minutes after nine o'clock. She was around seven months pregnant. Jeremy, my partner, took the call from Sharon, the other secretary. After the call he explained what Janet had shared with him. She had to make a trip to the ER on Saturday night. She was having false labor pains. The doctor told her that it would be best if she stayed off her feet and got plenty of bed rest until the baby came. She was asking if she could go ahead and take maternity leave. Jeremy, Sharon, and I discussed this. Of course we would grant her leave. That was not a problem. Jeremy called Janet to tell her to take whatever time she needed and to let us know if she needed anything, especially since her husband would be at work during the day.
Sharon told us that she would be able to handle the major part of the work but some help around the office with filing, some computer work, and phone calls would be helpful. The discussion led us to consider hiring a temp to fill in for two months. While we were brainstorming this, I suddenly got one of those "hair brained" ideas. "Hey, guys, do you think we could use someone younger?" I asked.
"How young?" Sharon asked. "Do you have somebody in mind?" She assumed that my question was asked because I already had a candidate in mind.
"A high-schooler. Fifteen years old. Smart. Capable." I waited for their response.
"And you know such a person?" Jeremy asked, with something of the sound of surprise in his voice.
"Yeah. It's a long story," I said without any intent of telling the whole story. "But I happened to meet a girl and her cousin while I was fishing about a week or so ago. In our discussion I got to know that she lives across the lake from me. She lives with her Grandmother. Her parents are not in the picture." They seemed shocked that I learned this much about a teenager while fishing. I saw their surprise, but I decided to share more. "Actually, from what I gather, her grandmother works two jobs to meet their needs. I really think she is a nice young girl and could really use the money."
At this point I was not sure how much money we were talking about but I knew it would be fair. "I just thought I would throw it out there since she came to mind."
"Do you think she can do the job?" Sharon said. "I guess I could help her to learn her way around." She waved her hand as if pointing out the space in Jeremy's basement where the office was located. "It's not that we have such a large spread here."
"It's okay with me if you think she can do what we need having done." Jeremy moved to his desk. "I'll leave this up to you."
"I'll talk to her. I know where she lives. I'll get in touch with her when I go home today." The rest of the day the thought of having Peyton in the office gave me mixed feeling. I was not sure I could hide how I felt about her from Jeremy and Sharon. But I genuinely thought that Peyton could use the money she could earn.
Later that morning my cell phone rang. "Hello," said the young voice. "How's my boyfriend?" I smiled.
"He's doing just fine. And how are you?"
"I'm okay. It's boring being here with nothing to do. I washed clothes and cleaned up the house and it's not even lunch time yet."
"I see," I said. "Then let me make a proposition to you."
"Hmmm, sounds naughty."
"Behave yourself. Listen. One of our secretaries will be out of work for a couple of months because of some problems with her pregnancy. Do you think you would like to fill in for her until she gets back or until school starts?"
There was silence. "You mean work at your office?" She paused. "Can I do that? I mean, is it legal?"
"Well, you would really be just a temp." Of course, in my thoughts I was thinking, "This will be more legal that what we've been doing. "You'd be filling in doing some of the odd jobs so the other secretary can do the technical stuff related to our consulting work."
"Sounds good to me, but I need to talk it over with my Granny."
"Okay, you think about it. I have a feeling she'll want more information. I will be happy to explain what I can."
"Sure. I'll talk to her tonight. Can I call you then?"
"Yeah, give me a call at home."
"Okay. Oh, and thanks."
"Don't thank me yet. You haven't had to work with me. You may change your mind about me after a day or two."
"I doubt it, but we'll see. Thanks again. I'll talk to you later."
The rest of the day was busy. Now I had more to think about than thoughts of her laying naked on my bed, or playing with my cock in the shower. Now I was wondering how it would be having her in the office all day. But as I considered it, I decided that it would be a way for us to see each other and talk in an environment that did not lend itself to getting naked and giving each other orgasms. I finished the day and went home. I told Jeremy and Sharon that I should know more by the next day. After I got home I put on shorts and a t-shirt and went down to the dock. I cleaned up my boats and picked up debris from along the water line of my property. Later, I prepared and ate some dinner, watching tv. The phone rang about nine thirty.
"Hello. Is this Mr. Scott?" Peyton's voice sounded less like a teenager.
"Yes it is," I answered with a smile. "This is Lucas Scott."
"Mr. Scott. This is Peyton Sawyer, the person you talked to about the job. I was wondering. Is the offer still open?"
"Actually it is," I replied in a business-like voice. I assumed either she was just playing around or her grandmother was close enough to listen in.
"I've discussed this with my grandmother. She has some questions."
"I thought she might. Would she like to talk to me on the phone or would she prefer that we discuss this position and offer face-to-face?"
"Well, I think face-to-face would be better." There was a pause and I could tell Peyton was speaking to her grandmother about my coming to talk with them in person. "She said she would like that."
"When will be a convenient time? We would like to fill this position as soon as possible."
Again I heard Peyton speaking to her Granny about a time for me to come. I could not understand what her grandmother said. "She asked tomorrow would be okay. She does not go into work until a little later in the morning."
"Would nine o'clock be too early? I'll wait to go to work until after we have had a chance to discuss this."
After another conversation with Granny, Peyton said, "That's fine. Can I give you directions to our house?"
I had not thought that this would be necessary for the grandmother's sake. My showing up without directions might raise some questions I'd rather not answer. I listened as Peyton explained the way to get from her house from the state highway that ran on the western side of the lake. "Do you think you can find us?"
"I'm sure I can," I replied. "I'll see you tomorrow morning."
"I'll look forward to it."
I smiled as I hung up my phone and said to myself. "That did not sound like a typical teenager, at least, not like any teenager I could think of. Not that I knew that many."
I had a good night's sleep, waking up with Peyton on my mind. I showered, shaved, dressed, prepared and ate breakfast. I watched tv until eight-thirty. I cleaned up a bit, put on a sport coat to make myself appear a bit more business looking. The drive to Peyton's house was made with my mind filled with thoughts about being with her everyday. I also had to decide something about what we would pay her. This had not been discussed at the office. I wanted it to make it enough to make Peyton feel she was needed and important to the office even if she was just a teen. I decided that $8.50 and hour would be fair. It was well above minimum wage and would allow her to have money for the new school year coming up.
I arrived at the house and walked up to the porch. Peyton met me at the door before I could knock. She showed me into the small living room. The place was very neat, clean, and bright. There were pictures on the wall. The furniture was not the highest quality but it was not cheap either. I was impressed. Peyton's grandmother walked into the room.
"Hello, I'm Lucas Scott. Thank you for allowing me to stop by so early." I realized that I was closer to the grandmother's age than I was to Peyton's. Somehow that seemed ironic to me.
"Good morning, Mr. Scott."
"I'm Cynthia Sawyer, Peyton's grandmother. It's nice to meet you." She gestured toward a chair. "Want you please be seated?" As I sat she asked, "Would you like a cup of coffee, Mr. Scott. I have a fresh brewed pot."
"That would be very nice, thank you. One sugar and a little cream please." I sat down. Peyton sat in another chair. I looked at her. She smiled nervously. I smiled at her and winked. This seemed to relax her a bit. "So, Peyton, how much longer until school starts?"
"Oh, just about to months. Toward the end of August."
"And you'll be in what grade?"
"I'll be in the eleventh grade this year." She sat back and crossed her legs. She was wearing a skirt, which was not too short, and a blouse. Actually, she looked older than her fifteen years. Cynthia returned with two cups of coffee.
"Do you want something, Peyton?" She asked.
"No, Granny, I'm fine." Peyton's grandmother appeared to be in her late forty's. She was about Peyton's height but with a bigger build naturally. She was not unattractive but it was obvious that she was not in the market of another man. Although, she could be attractive if she wanted to be.
I sipped my coffee and commented that it was just right. I was about to speak when Granny asked, "So, Mr. Scott. How do you happen to know my granddaughter?" That was a question I was not prepared for. I had no idea what Peyton might have already told her.
"I told you, Granny, that Brooke and I met him down at the lake," Peyton said before I could respond. But that was what I was going to say as well.
"I fish a lot on the lake. I live over on the other side. I have some favorite fishing spots and I happen to meet Peyton and her cousin a couple of weeks ago while I was in one of my favorite coves." I paused, realizing that I had not explained how we actually came to meet. "I was fishing and saw the girls on the bank. We got into a conversation. Peyton and Brooke told me about themselves. She told me that she lived with you." I looked to Peyton. "She seems like a very intelligent young lady and for some reason she came to mind when the need arose in our office for some temporary help."
Cynthia was in thought. "And how was it that you were able to contact her?" This lady was no dummy. She was ready to learn just how this man on a fishing boat knew her granddaughter well enough to contact her about a job. Again, I was having to think of what to say when Peyton spoke up again.
"Granny, we talked about a lot of things and Mr. Scott gave me his phone number in case I ever needed anything." This did not seem to satisfy Granny. I no longer thought of Cynthia Sawyer as a "Granny." She was a very intelligent woman who was going to look after her granddaughter.
"Mrs. Sawyer. I invited Peyton and Brooke on board my pontoon boat. I gave them each a soft drink and we talked about fishing and the lake. Peyton also mentioned something about her family history. And to be honest, I thought of her when the job came open since I thought she might like to earn some extra money the rest of the summer."
"What job is this?"
"I work with my partner. We have a consulting business focused on organization and efficiency for companies. One of our secretaries is having problems with a pregnancy and has to stop work until the baby comes in two months or so." I paused. Granny was listening. "The other secretary can handle the work related stuff and the computer data base. But she asked if we could bring someone in to answer the phone, do filing, keep up with e-mail, and the less technical tasks around the office."
"I see. And you think Peyton could do this?"
"Yes, ma'am. I think Peyton is more than capable. Also, Sharon, the secretary, said she would help orient her to the office routine."
"How will she get to work?"
"Well, I live across the lake. It will be about ten minutes or so out of my way to drop by here and pick her up. I'll bring her home after work. We usually quit the day between four-thirty and five o'clock. Sometimes it's a bit later when we are preparing a presentation."
Peyton was just sitting, listening and observing. She was wringing her hands a bit. I looked at her and smiled, giving no hint of anything other than acknowledging her presence.
"What will she earn?"
"Well, I was thinking $8.50 and hour would be okay. Since she is really too young for a job, we would pay her in cash if that is okay. We can write her a check, too. Either way." Cynthia seemed pleasantly surprised at the hourly wage.
"That's a nice wage," Granny said. "What to you think, sweetie?"
"Oh, Granny, I would like to do it. I get so bored here all day. And it will help with school clothes and supplies."
"Well, Mr. Scott, I guess it will be okay. But you make sure that if she doesn't work out, you let me know."
"Mrs. Sawyer, I have no doubts that Peyton will do just fine."
"When do you want her to start?"
"Well, to tell you the truth, I was hoping for today. We are getting ready for a presentation in a few weeks and she would be a big help now." I looked at Peyton. "Is that okay with you?"
"Oh, yes." She stood up. "Let me get my bag." She almost ran into another room and came back with a purse.
"What about lunch?" her grandmother asked.
"Oh, don't worry about that. Our office staff is just the four of us. We take care of lunch every day." Peyton headed for the door. I followed. I turned to shake Cynthia hand. "Don't worry about her. She'll do fine. And I'll get her home safely." I smiled. There was a return smile.
"She's had a hard life. But I guess she must have told you that."
I nodded. "She shared a little bit. And I hope this helps her."
I followed Peyton to the truck as her grandmother watched us from the porch. We pulled out of the drive. When I stopped at the first stop sign Peyton unbuckled her seat belt climbed over the center console. She kissed me, her tongue darting into my mouth. I put my arm around her and returned the passion. A horn blew behind us. We laughed as she buckled up and I turned onto the highway. During the drive to the office I cautioned Peyton about showing any sign about our relationship. I also told her that I would have more difficulty with that than she would. She laughed but I was being very serious. I knew I would be watching her. She captivated me.
We arrived at the office and I introduced Peyton to Sharon and Jeremy. Sharon took her underwing and showed her around the basement office. Jeremy and I each had an office petitioned off. We had our computers and filing cabinets and other necessary furnishings and equipment to do our work. The secretaries shared a larger room with a direct entrance from the outside. Sharon directed Peyton to Janet's desk and taught her how to use the phone system intercom and hold features.
I was happy about being able to seclude myself into my office. I could concentrate on my work much better. And I stayed busy the rest of the morning. Sharon took orders went for sandwiches at a nearby deli. We ate around a conference table in the outer office. The day went smoothly.
Peyton seemed to pick up what she needed to know the first day. She always answered Janet with "Yes, ma'am." Janet finally told her to please call her Janet. She appreciated the respect but preferred it a bit more casual. She was also told to call me Lucas and Jeremy by our first names. As time for leaving came, Jeremy said he was going home and headed out the door. He would make his way up the walk to his front door. We often heard him call out, "Honey, I'm home." Sharon said her goodbyes and assured us she would see us the next day.
I was in my office when Peyton came to the door. "This was great, Lucas. Thank you so much."
"Hey, it's nice to have you here. And I'm serious when I say you did a good job. Sharon told me you were a quick learner. I knew you would be." She walked toward me.
"Are we off the clock, yet?" She smiled.
"Yeah, I guess so. Why?" She walked up to me and gave me a kiss. I smiled and gave her a hug.
"I like the benefits of the job," she said with a wink.
I gave her ass a squeeze. "Me, too." I finished what I was doing and straightened up my desk, which was my usual habit. We walked to the truck, got in, and left. As I pulled away from Jeremy's house and our office, I noticed him looking out the window. "I hope he hasn't noticed anything," I said to myself. But I felt confident that nothing was said or done that would cause suspicion. I just hoped it stayed that way for two months.
On the drive home Peyton talked excitedly about the day. She reviewed everything Sharon has taught her. "This will be really great in helping me in school. I am taking a computer class."
"I'm glad. Really, sweetheart, you're going to do great." I reached for her hand and held it as we made our way home. We made it to Peyton's driveway in about twenty minutes.
"Lucas, come in for a bit, please." She wasn't pleading, but I could see it was important for her. We got out of the truck and walked to the front door. She pulled a key from her purse, opened the door, and walked in ahead of me. "I'm sorry about the house. But Granny has worked hard to keep it up as best she could."
"Whoa, hold on a minute," I said in such a way that Peyton turned to look at me with what looked like worry on her face. "There is nothing wrong with your house. I am very happy to be here and I think you and your grandmother have done a lot to keep this place in as good a shape as it's in without your grandfather." My words seemed to make her sad. I think she thought I was scolding her. I put my hands on her shoulders. "Peyton, you are a very special young lady. Please don't think that because you don't live in a place as big as many of the houses on the lake that you are less than anyone else." I lifted her chin, leaned down, and kissed her.
"I'm sorry. I guess I just know how many of the students at school think about those of us who are not 'lake people'."
"Peyton, being on the lake means nothing. It's a place to live." I pulled her to me. "I know some of those lake people you are talking about. And I know what kind of people they are and what kind of life they live. Those may be nice houses but the relationship inside them are not necessarily the best. Believe me. Your are blessed to have your grandmother love you like she does." I kissed her again. This time she wrapped her arms around me and returned the kiss.
"Thank you," she whispered as our lips parted. "You are nice to say this."
"I just didn't say it, Peyton. I mean it." I looked into her eyes. They were a bit teary. I could not believe that I was here, in the home of a teenager. What was even more difficult to believe is what I felt for this high school girl. "I guess I need to go." Peyton frowned.
"Do you have to?"
I thought for a second. "Peyton, it's not that I have to go. I think it is more that I probably need to go." I smiled. "As I stand her looking at you, my heart is beating fast, and my body is sending me a message." She understood perfectly what I was saying. She didn't have to look down and see the slight bulge in my slacks to know what I was feeling. She smiled.
"Come on, let me show you my room." She turned and walked into a small hallway. I followed her into her bedroom. It looked just like I thought any teenage girl's room would look. There were posters of a couple of popular boy groups. There were what appeared to be souvenirs hanging on the walls. There were a couple of sports trophies for volleyball. I assumed these were from junior high school since she had not mentioned anything about sports to me. She had a standard bed with extra pillows. The room had a light pink color to the walls. She turned. "Here is where I sleep."
I nodded. "So I see." She reached out her hand. I took it and she guided me toward the bed. I sat down. She stepped in front of me and began to unbutton her blouse. She moved toward me and pushed me down so that I was laying on the bed with my feet off the edge. She pulled her skirt up enough to straddle my legs.
"Now, Mr. bossman." She slid her blouse off and unfastened her bra, letting it fall off her arms and tossing it to the side. "I want to enjoy some of my fringe benefits."
I laughed and pulled her down to me. We kissed long and deep. As our tongues played my hands caressed her back, moving from her hair down to her waist and back up. She broke from the kiss and raised up a bit. My hands seemed to automatically move around to her breasts. I began to massage them.
"I love your breasts," I said as I teased the nipples and made circles around the areola with my thumbs.
"To be honest, they like you quite a bit, too." She leaned forward, placing her hands on the bed above my head. She lowered her breasts so that they were just above my mouth. I raised my head to look at her. She was licking her lips. "Well."
I lifted my mouth to her right breast and began to lick the nipple and areola. I pulled her down enough to take as much of her breast into my mouth as I could manage. I began to suck the nipple gently. My tongue caressed it as I felt it harden and become more erect. She moaned softly, balancing her weight on her left arm. She moved her right hand to her breast and began to massage it into my mouth. I was devouring the soft mound. I sucked harder and she moaned again. After a minute, I released the breast and shifted to the left one. Again, I attacked it, sucking, licking, enjoying the feel of her swollen areola as my tongue danced around her nipple. Peyton began to squirm her lower body into my crotch. My cock was rock hard and almost to the point of hurting, being confined behind the zipper.
After another minute, I released Peyton's breast and sat up. I placed my hands over her ass and stood up. I turned quickly and laid her onto the bed. She laughed as I moved down to kiss her. "Mmmm," she moaned into my mouth. I reached down and pulled her skirt up to her waist. As I made my way down her abdomen, I reached down to the waist of her panties and began sliding them down. I following with my lips and tongue, kissing her and licking her. Pulling them over her feet, I tossed them to the side and made my way back up her legs. I raised up to look at her. She was looking at me, biting her lower lip.
She pushed herself up on the bed more, spreading her legs. I took this as an invitation to delve into the depths of her womanhood. I licked her softly, moving the tip of my tongue up and down her slit without really going between the lips. I did this several times, until she reached down, placed her hands on either side of my head, and pulled me into her. My tongue pushed into her, licking up and down, tasting the wetness. She raised her hips, allowing me to push inside her waiting vaginal canal. I licked and sucked as she became wetter from my saliva and her juices.
"Oh, oh, Lucas," she said softly. Again, she pulled me into her with more firmness. I began to lick faster as her hips moved up and down. I made my way up to her clit and covered it with my mouth. I sucked it from its hidden recesses under the soft hood. My tongue flicked over it, circled around it, causing her to begin to move faster. She almost cried out when I pushed a finger into her now soaked love hole. I moved in and out and I continued to focus my attention on the pearl that gave her such pleasure. Her breathing increased. Her moans grew more continuous. I felt her legs stiffen as her thighs tightened against my head. I moved faster with my tongue and my finger.
"Ahhhhhh," she cried out. Her vaginal muscles grasped my finger. I could feel her cumming as my movements made a sloshing sound inside her. She bucked up and down, moaning and gasping. The intensity of her orgasm lessened as I continued to lick her. I slowed the finger thrusts as I felt her muscles pulsating deep within her pussy. She legs collapsed and hung over the edge of the bed. As her breathing slowed, I raised up. I moved up above her, holding myself off her with fully extended arms. She was smiling with half-closed eyes. When she looked up at me, she took a finger and wiped over my mouth, moving it to hers and sucking it.
"I think I needed that really bad." I lowered my torso to her and kissed her. She placed her arms around my neck and pulled me into a deep kiss. I am sure she was able to taste herself.
"Actually, I would say you needed that really good." I said with a smile and a wink as our kiss broke. I leaned down and sucked quickly and softly on each breast. "I do love those."
"I'm glad." She pushed me up and sat up. She carefully got off the bed, trying not to drip her juices across the bedspread. She turned to me as I sat up. "Now, how about you?" Without allowing me time to answer, Peyton pushed me back down. In quick motions she unbuckled my belt, unzipped my slacks, and pulled them down. My cock sprang to attention. "My, I think you're ready, too." As she lowered herself to her knees, she lowered her mouth to my anxiously awaiting member. She gently began to move up and down, stroking with one hand as she followed the movements of her mouth.
I knew I was not going to last long. "Baby, this is not going to take much time," I said as I flinched when her tongue caressed the head of my cock. She only continued her strokes and movements. I felt her tongue against the bottom of my cock as she allowed it to pull out of her mouth. She would make circles around it, then lower her head down again. As I groaned, she increased her speed. With her right hand she stroked me. Her left hand moved to my balls and began gently massaging them. I could feel my sack tighten.
"Peyton," was all I said. She took as much of me into her mouth as she could, then, she lifted up, stroking me faster with her hand. I felt myself begin to cum. The semen rose up from the scrotum. I knew somewhere in that track my sperm entered the flow. Within two or three seconds, I felt myself spurt warm fluid into her mouth. She continued stroking with her hand with just the head of my cock in her mouth. Her tongue was lapping up my cum and swallowing. After four or five intense spasms, I felt myself pulsating in her hand.
Peyton looked up at me. The smile on her face told me she was pleased that she was able to take my cum down her throat. There was a small droplet on her lip. She reached up with her finger and wiped it off. She sucked it off as she moved up to lay over me. My breath was still calming as we kissed. I could taste myself on her tongue.
"I hope that felt as good to you as you did to me," when she lifted up.
"From the results, I would say we shared our pleasure equally." I smiled and we kissed as she laid on top of me. We stayed that way for several minutes as I caressed her back, her head on my shoulder.
"Baby, I think I better go. It might not be so good if Granny were to come home and find us this way." The was the understatement of the century.
"Yeah, I guess so." She rose up and walked toward the door. I heard water running in the bathroom. After a minute, she returned. She quickly wiped between her legs and then over my cock. She tossed the cloth to the floor, reached for her panties and slipped them on. She put on her bra but left her blouse off. I stood, pulled my boxers and slacks back on.
"Thanks for everything, Lucas," she said I pulled her into my arms. "I mean, about the job."
"Peyton, please know that I believe in you and want you there. You will help our office. And you will soon see that we do work pretty hard sometimes."
"I know. It is just that you do care for me. I really believe that." She motioned toward the bed. "I think we enjoy this. But I believe there is more to what we are sharing. Even if it has only been days since we met."
I knew she was right. I only did not have words to describe what I was feeling. There was something with this much too young girl that I could not explain. Women my own age had never brought to the surface what I was experiencing with this teenager. "I agree,Peyton. I agree. There is something here that I have never felt before." I paused for a moment. "And for the life of me, I an really anxious to find out just where we are going."
She smiled and punched me in the gut gently. "Well, there is one thing for sure. You never know what you might catch when you go fishin'." We both laughed we walked to the door. We embraced and kissed before I left her alone.
After I made the turn from her road onto the state highway and traveled about a quarter of a mile, I looked into my rearview mirror and noticed what appeared to be Granny's car turn off the highway onto the road. My heart skipped a beat. "Oh, Lucas, you fool. You gotta' learn when it's time to pull up the anchor and head for home."
To be continued...
