Intern Lust

Intern Lust
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Over the past month I have asked my fans to submit their TRUE erotic stories to me. With their consent I have compiled a small collection of True Erotic Short Stories.

Melanie wrote to tell me about her first sexual experience with another woman. It’s a very steamy story I think you’ll enjoy. -Jamei


Yes, I have had experiences with other women, and I would be happy to tell you about them! I’m single, and I’ve been working for a TV station for about 2 years. Obviously, I appreciate you keeping confidential what I’m telling you, because in my profession people can judge you pretty quickly!

When I was just out of college, I started as an intern at another competing station. I had been warned that normally other women in my field are very competitive, especially when the latest ‘hot young thing’ comes walking in to intern.

One of the first people I met was Sharon, who was one of the meteorologists. She was in her late thirties, pretty, with blonde hair. We seemed to hit it off right away, which surprised me. Friends of mine told me to watch my back, but something about Sharon told me she wasn’t out to get me. Little did I know she would ‘get me’ in a totally different way!

Sharon and I started working out together at the same gym each morning. After a couple of weeks, we really started talking about anything and everything.

“You have a lot of boyfriends in college?” she asked one morning. She was bent over, picking up some small weights. I caught myself looking at her cleavage.

“A few,” I said. “You?”

“I dated the same guy for about 2 years, but it didn’t work out,” she said.

“Oh, sorry,” I said.

“No, I’m glad. It was a bad relationship. He was too controlling.”

We talked about men, moved on to talking about sex, and even teased each other about who might ask out the local trainer.

“He’s hot,” she said.

“I think he’s gay,” I said.

“So?” she said, and we both started laughing.

Sharon and I spent a lot of time together, going out for drinks, working out, and shopping. Nothing happened between us, that is until I got a job at another station.

A few weeks later I was home, at my apartment.

Sometime during my last year of college I had discovered that I really enjoyed touching myself. I know, it sounds silly, but until then I didn’t give myself orgasms, probably because I always had a roommate. My last year, though, I lived alone.

I would take a warm bath, get nice and relaxed, then light some candles next to the couch. Sometimes I would just sit there, in the dark, and work my fingers into my pussy, and other times I would try to find some steamy movie on cable.

This night I had my candles lit, poured a glass of wine, and laid down on the couch in my bath robe. I was thinking about my new job, and really needed to relax. I browsed through movies on cable, then found some really bad movie that was probably supposed to be a stand in for porn. (Of course they never are!)

Still, it was enough to get me started. I opened my robe, and started caressing my breasts. I traced my finger around my nipples, and then moved my other hand down between my legs. My pussy was wet already.

Then, there was a knock on the door. I almost fell off the couch! Who would be knocking on my door at nine at night?

“Who is it?” I asked, before I thought about being scared or nervous.

“Melanie, open up. It’s me, Sharon.”

What’s she doing here? , I thought.

I started blowing out the candles. “Just a minute,” I said. I closed my robe, and flipped on the living room light.

“Going to let me in?” she said when I opened the door. She was in one of her business suits, but she sounded a little drunk.

“You just getting off from work?” I asked.

“Went to happy hour,” she said. “Chuck’s hands were all over me.”

Chuck was one of the producers, who Sharon said had been trying to fuck her for ages.

“I can see why,” I said.

“Excuse me?”

“That suit is form fitting. You always look so good,” I said.

She smiled. “I’m supposed to be jealous of interns, did you know that? That’s what the men in our profession say.”

“I heard that once or twice,” I said. “But I’m not an intern anymore.”

“I think they want to see a cat fight,” she said, laughing. “But I guess that’s why I’m here. I wanted to see you.”

“You want to sit down?”

Sharon started to move to the couch, then said, “Nice movie.”

I turned grab the remote in total embarrassment. “I was just browsing,” I blurted. “And-“

“No, leave it on,” she said. “I masturbate to these things all the time!”

I laughed, and offered to get her some wine. We sat on the couch for the next half hour, chatting about everything, and drank through my bottle of wine and into the another one. Whenever the conversation would drift too far, though, Sharon would bring it back to sex.

“What positions do you like?” she said.

I choked a little on my wine. “Well that was blunt!”

“Just asking,” she said. “Why play innocent? We’re friends now.”

“I like most of them,” I said.

“Anal?” she said, her eyes wide, a smile on her face.

I laughed. “That’s not a position, is it?”

“Well do you?”

“I’ve done it before, but it’s not my favorite, no,” I said. “You?”

“Sure, I like it. I just need to be good and drunk for it,” she said.

Sharon’s hair was put up with a clip, and she reached back, letting it fall.

“I love your hair,” I said.

“I’m not a real blonde,” she said. “But I’m shaved so you can’t tell.”

“Blunt again!” I said, and we both laughed.

“You’re better at staying brunette,” she said. “Guys won’t have jokes about you.”

After the second bottle of wine was finished, we had the candles lit again, and the light was turned off. Sharon had taken off her suit coat, and thrown her shoes, panty hose, and purse under the table.