The New Girl - Sex Stories

The New Girl

I never really considered myself a lesbian, or even bi-sexual for that matter. I like men - I like their strength when their arms are around me, and most of all I like that certain "appendage" they carry between their legs! I do love cock and I thought there was nothing better in the whole world than being skewered on some hunky guy as he drills me with his hard, stiff cock. That is, until I met Lucy. She was going to change my views and open up a whole new world to me. Perhaps I should start this story by telling you a little about me. My name is Julie Bond, and I am a secretary for a major investment corporation. I am twenty-four years old, 5'4" tall with brown hair down to the middle of my back, and hazel eyes. Oh, and I measure 36D-24-35 for those of you who are interested in that sort of thing. I was working the day I met Lucy. She was a new employee to the company, and the head of our department looked to me to show her around and get her started. It was a pleasant break from sitting at the desk, so I happily agreed. I started out by showing her around the office. We went to the break room, I showed her where the restrooms were, and introduced her to a few of the people we would be working with. Next, I began showing her what she would have to know to do her job. How our filing system worked, the proper way to answer the phones, and how to forward incoming calls to their proper person. After a little familiarization, it was coffee break time. "Why don't we get out of ...

... the office for a bit and get away from the corporate atmosphere. Let's go downstairs to the lobby and have our coffee there," I suggested. "Sure!" Lucy agreed. As we sat there at the bistro enjoying our coffee, we talked and got to know each other a bit. I found out that Lucy had recently gotten divorced, and had moved to Houston to make a new start. Lucy Hawthorne, as I found out, was a couple years younger than me, 5'6" tall with blonde hair and blue eyes. She didn't want to talk too much about her failed marriage or the divorce, so I didn't push. We talked more about the general area and what Houston had to offer and I told her that we'd have to get together and have a "girl day" so I could show her around some. She thought that was an excellent idea, so we decided not to wait on it. I would come by that weekend, and we'd see what we could find to do. I showed up Saturday afternoon as we had arranged and I pulled up to her apartment building. It wasn't a bad looking place, although it was kind of plain and utilitarian looking - it certainly didn't have much decor or "curb appeal" to it. You would almost think it was an office building or warehouse from the looks of the place! I walked up to the door and realized it was a secure building, so I found her apartment number and pushed the corresponding buzzer. "Yes?" her voice came from the speaker. "It's Julie," I said. "C'mon up," she said, and I heard the door click. I went inside and took the elevator to the third floor. I ...