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Educating Clara

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Thanks to Cheer_Smartie and LarryInSeattle for the help editing and developing the story. I hope you enjoy it.

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Clara stood up and glanced nervously over the top of the cube farm. Her normal departure time was thirty minutes ago. After a few moments of prairie dogging, she sat down again and scrolled through her email. When she heard someone stop in the doorway of her cube she turned. It was her co-worker Trisha.

“You’re here late and I know it’s not crunch time,” Trisha said.

“Whatever,” Clara replied.

“I heard they just finished up, so he should be by any minute,” Trisha teased.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Clara said flatly.

“You don’t have to be like that. We all know it’s Max’s last day here. I was betting on you two hooking up weeks ago. He’s a hottie, you go girl.” Trisha said.

“It’s not like that. I just wanted to talk to him a bit and say goodbye,” Clara protested.

“Ah, ‘talking’. Is that what you kids call it these days? Well, you have a nice, long ‘chat’,” Trisha said as she walked away.

Max shut the door to the server room, checked that it was locked, and then turned and began to walk out. It had been a long assignment. The installation of new equipment had gone smoothly, but a few of the upgrades of the old machines had taken longer than expected. He didn’t mind; the project was completed within the estimated timeline. It had just meant a few late nights. The extra time spent was well worth it, and completing the job on time would assure that he received at least a bit of a bonus.

One of the full time employees waved at him. “Hey, we’re going to grab some wings and beer, you want to go?” Tom, one of the engineers, asked.

“No, I’ve got a few more people to say goodbye to, then I’m headed back to the hotel to make sure everything is packed for the flight out,” Max replied. He had already shipped most of his stuff back with the equipment. It meant doing without a few things for a day or two, but the equipment was shipped back in secure containers, and being able to skip baggage claim at the airport was nice.

Max meandered through the maze of cubicles, saying goodbye to some of the friends he had made. He had one last stop, Clara’s cube. Clara was the impossible girl. Somehow she was able to resist every pickup line he tossed at her, but never seemed to tire of his company. She seemed sweet and innocent, but could hold her own in telling dirty jokes.

Max had signed a lot of NDAs and other legal documents that prevented him from talking about what he did. It wasn’t until he met Clara that being deliberately vague began to bother him. She seemed quite interested in what he did. He could not tell her that he installed sophisticated encryption technology. Almost nobody at the company knew how powerful the equipment was and what monitoring systems were in place to ensure the company was not using it to mask illegal activities. He was one of the few people in the field that understood how all the parts worked together and he was paid well for that knowledge.

As much fun as configuring the new systems had been, Clara intrigued him even more. She was one of the women on the company’s project management team and had caught his eye. They had developed a friendship. She did not seem interested in taking it any further and it did not seem to bother her when he started going out with other women at the company. It’d been a long time since Max had found himself in the friend zone but he found with Clara, it was especially frustrating. He wanted to take their relationship a further, but she seemed happy with the status quo.

“I just wanted to drop by to say farewell,” Max said.

Clara turned around and her mouth turned down in an exaggerated frown, “Are you leaving right now?”

“I’m on my way We can hang out in the lobby after I turn in my badge,” he offered.

Clara followed Max to HR where he dropped off his badge and signed a few final forms. Diane, the HR generalist did her due diligence and escorted him to the lobby. She gave him a hug and then smiled at Clara as she turned and walked back to her office. Max sat down in one of the chairs in the waiting room, and Clara sat across from him.

“You went out with her, didn’t you? ” she asked.

“Yea, once or twice,” he replied, trying to sound nonchalant. Having a fling with someone from HR seemed a bit odd, but it had been fun.

“I heard you two hooked up,” she said.

“I cannot confirm or deny that statement, it would be ungentlemanly of me.”

“I will take that as a yes,” she said.

“It’s a free country,” he said, looking into her eyes.

“Why are you staring at me?” she asked.

“Because you are the one that got away,” Max replied.

“Really, me?” she asked, astounded. She had always imagined Max as being out of her league. She was quite aware of what kind of women Max went out with, and she was certainly not anything like them.

“Yes, you.”

“Can we go somewhere a little more private, I feel a little strange having the beylikdüzü escort conversation in such a public place,” she said.

“Sure, what did you have in mind” he replied.

Clara looked down at her feet for a moment, “I don’t want to give you the wrong idea, but can we go back to your hotel?”

“Of course. Just so I know, what is the ‘right idea’, so I stay on track?””Just to talk…”

Max stood and waited for Clara to gather her jacket and purse, then led her out the door. He had some understanding of her confusion, but could not completely empathize with her. He admitted to himself that there was a temptation to seduce her, but he also knew it would be wrong to do so. She had to choose her own path right now.

“You sure you don’t want to go to your place?” he asked.

“I’m sure,” she replied. The conversation she wanted to have with him would not be possible in front of her roommates.

They arrived at his car, a midsized rental. Since Clara was waiting to hear the double click sound that usually signals a car’s unlocking, she was surprised when Max walked up behind her, reaching down and opening her car door.

“You leave it unlocked?” she asked.

“No, when I, or rather the key fob, gets close enough the door unlocks on its own. Your chariot awaits,” he said, waving her into the car. Clara giggled at his over-the-top gesture of chivalry and sat down.

Max walked around the car, the sound of Clara’s laughter still echoing in his head. She was a good kid. He shook his head, she was hardly a kid. Chronologically they were not that far apart, but the gap in their life experiences was a chasm. She wasn’t like most of the women he kept company with. She was quiet and demure. She had a wonderful sense of curiosity, something he delighted in satisfying whenever he could.

Max sat in the driver’s seat and pushed the start button on the dash. The car’s engine came to life and he pulled out on to the road. He glanced over at Clara; she appeared to be lost in thought.

“This is pretty private if you want to continue our discussion,” he said.

“No, I don’t want to distract you from driving and I haven’t really decided what I want to say next,” she replied. She fidgeted in her seat, wondering what was going through his mind. She had asked him to take her back to his hotel. Surely he had some kind of expectation of what would happen next. If she was more like her friend Melissa she would probably be rubbing his cock by now, but she could not be so bold. Her feelings for Max were a complete mess. He was a great candidate for a one night stand, he was a good looking guy, he was considerate, and he seemed to respect her. Honestly he was probably out of her league, at least until the “a two at ten is a ten at two” rule was applied. But she wasn’t looking for a one night stand, or a one week stand. She wasn’t sure she was looking for a physical relationship at all. But her nagging curiosity wanted to know what it would be like to be with a man. Her mind was swimming with stories from her friends about their exploits with the opposite sex, and even one or two stories about adventures with the same sex.

“So this has been a great assignment,” Max said, breaking the silence.

“I’m glad you’ve enjoyed your visit,” Clara replied.

Max continued. “I know this is going to sound a bit corny, but getting to know you has been the high point of this job. I mean I have enjoyed a lot of things, but they are all things I have done before. I guess there is some novelty to hanging out with you.”

“I guess this has been a pretty boring job then,” she replied.

“Not really, it’s been challenging and there are a lot of great people at the office, but you are my favorite,” he confessed. He figured he had nothing to lose. His work on the project was done and he was leaving the next day. It was unlikely he would see Clara again until the next time the system needed an upgrade, and that was years away.

“Here we are, my home away from home,” Max said has he turned into the entrance of an upscale hotel.

“This is pretty nice,” Clara observed. She had been to a few wedding in places like this, but had never been a guest. She had no idea he was at a pay grade that warranted such lavish treatment. He stopped the car at the valet stand and stepped out of the car. The valet looked less than thrilled at the chance to drive such a pedestrian vehicle. Max handed him the keys and the rounded the car to open Clara’s door.

“We can hang out in a corner of the lobby or go up to my room,” Max offered.

“What floor are you on?” she asked.

“The twenty second, it’s not a bad view,” he answered.

“Then let’s check it out,” she said. She felt like she was in over her head. Max had a bit of a reputation among the female employees. In clear violation of company policy, he had slept with several of the women at the office, including two of Clara’s friends. They had insisted that she spend some time with him, no doubt in an attempt to get her penetrated for the beyoğlu escort first time. She had always found him to be charming, but she wasn’t sure sleeping with him was a good idea.

They crossed the lobby and entered the elevator. They were the only two passengers and Clara noticed the buttons started at floor twenty, so it was unlikely anyone would join them.

“So you were telling me about going out with Sasha,” Clara said, continuing their earlier discussion.

“Yea,” he replied wistfully., “She is a lot of fun. She really knows how to dance, she almost wore me out.”

“Dancing in the sheets,” Clara mumbled to herself. Sasha had talked about her night with Max for two days. She told Clara about riding him like a wild stallion; that they fucked all night, a fact evidenced by the way she walked into work the next day.

“Did you say something?” Max asked.

“What, oh, yea, Sasha said you were a lot of fun. It was kind of her idea that I spend some time with you before you leave,”

“Does that mean I have earned her seal of approval?” he asked with a seductive grin.

“I guess so. I hate to break it to you, but her standards are not quite the same as mine. I just want to talk.” she replied, curtly. She had no intention of being a one night fling.

“Talking is great. I’ve spent all day in the server room. Those blade systems might look good, but they aren’t much for conversation,” he shot back.

The elevator stopped and the doors opened. Max stepped out and after briefly hesitating for a moment, Clara followed him down the hall and into his room. It was not quite as large as she imagined it would be. It was a suite. The bathroom had a shower stall and a tub, with shutters above the tub that could be opened to allow the occupant to watch TV from the bathtub. Max crossed the room and opened the curtains. The lights of the city sprawled out to the horizon.

“That is a nice view,” Clara said.

“I’m partial to a different view,” he said, looking at her.

“Nice try. Sasha may have bought that line, but I’m not. She told me all about you. So did Tiffany. Need I go on?” Clara lectured.

“In that case, why are you here?” he asked. He was intrigued by her and the way she ignored every one of his pick up lines. He wondered why a woman that so easily resisted his charms continued to keep his company. He had clearly guessed wrong about her intentions about joining him in his room.

“I guess I am curious,” she replied.

Max continued his interrogation. “Really, about what?”

“About you. What is it about you that attracts women?”

“Honestly, I don’t know. And clearly it doesn’t work all the time. My batting average really isn’t that great, but I just keep getting up to the plate and swinging,” he explained.

“I guess I don’t see this as a game.”

“What can I do to satisfy your curiosity,” Max asked.

“I’m sure you have already guessed this, but I’m a virgin.” She was surprised how easily she was able to tell Max something she normally kept private.

“I suspected, but I wasn’t sure.”

“In fact, I have never seen a naked man in real life,” she said.

“I hate to tell you this, but what you see at the beach is pretty much the good part. All you are missing out on is the embarrassing external genitalia,” he said with a laugh. He didn’t find naked men attractive, so he could hardly fault Clara for being put off by the experience.

“You are going to think I’m really weird for asking this, but will you show me your penis?” she said. She wanted to take the words back the moment they left her mouth. The silence seemed to last forever.

“I don’t think you are weird, I get asked that all the time,” Max replied grinning. He remembered the first time he saw a woman naked. It would have been nice to have a few minutes to look things over, to get some idea how everything worked. Instead, it was a lot of awkward groping in the dark, trying to match up what he had seen in porn movies and Playboy magazines to what his tactile sense was telling him. At the same time, it would be a bit strange to be standing around with his dick hanging out while Clara looked him over.

“If you don’t want to you…” she stuttered.

“You are serious, aren’t you?” he asked.

“I’ve never seen a real one. I’m just kind of curious,”

He began to unbuckle his belt. “Well, we can’t have that. But just a quick peek, I’m kind of shy.”

Her eyes were glued to his crotch. She watched him unbutton the fly of his jeans, then slide them down his thighs. She could see the shape of his cock outlined in his boxer briefs. Then he slid the material away. She was surprised it wasn’t erect. It did appear quite thick, however. It was surrounded by a neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair. Clara noted that Max was circumcised.

“It’s not hard…” she mumbled.

“This isn’t exactly an erotic experience,” he explained. He felt like he was getting some kind of medical exam.

“Can you make it hard? I mean, you don’t have to if it’s bomonti escort a lot of trouble.”

“I don’t mind, but I think you should have some skin in the game. I’ll make it hard if you show me yours. And by yours I mean your breasts. You can look, touch, whatever, but I get to do the same to your breasts.”

Clara was a bit taken back, but the more she thought about it, the more reasonable his request sounded. It would not be the first time she had showed her breasts to a man. She had flashed strangers at Mardi Gras, but she had a mask on when she did it. She would not have any anonymity now. She had no doubt that Max had seen breasts before, probably much better than she had to offer. She felt an unexpected sense of arousal as she contemplated Max’s offer. Then she heard a woman’s voice, it took her a few seconds to realize it was her own.

“Okay,” Clara said, “but anything I do to mine you have to do to yours.”

“Within reason,” he countered.

“Of course, within reason.”

The moment he heard Clara agree, Max felt his penis begin to swell in earnest. He had given some thought to the idea of having sex with Clara, but she seemed content for the relationship to be a platonic one. Since he was fortunate enough to always have at least one woman interested in some kind of physical relationship, Max never pushed the issue. He wondered if he should let Clara know that she was responsible for his erect cock.

Clara cupped her breasts with her hands, caressing them. She lifted one hand to her mouth and slid two of her fingers into her mouth. Then she put her hand back on her breast and pinched her nipple, letting the amber pebble slip between her wet fingers. She could not believe she was playing with her tits in front of Max.

“Okay, your turn,” she said.

Max smiled, he liked her game. Alternating hands, he began to stroke his cock. He started by wrapping his fingers around the head, then sliding his hand down the rigid shaft. After a few repetitions, he followed Clara’s example, moistening his fingers with his mouth before touching his cock. Jacking off in front of Clara was more arousing than he expected. He discovered the full extent of his excitement when he noticed the pre-cum on his fingers as he put them into his mouth.

“What would it take to let me see you come?” Clara asked.

“You would have to do the same,” Max answered.

“I don’t think I’m going to have an orgasm from touching my breasts,” she said.

“Then I guess you will have to do more,” he replied.

“I’m not getting naked in front of you. I just can’t,” she protested.

“You are a clever girl, I’m sure you will finger, I mean figure something out,” he answered, wincing at his Freudian slip.

Clara slipped her hand past her waistband and through the thick matt of pubic hair. She shuddered as her fingertip brushed against her clitoris. She was confident she could climax without much more effort. She put her hand to her mouth and inserted her fingers. She looked down at his erection. She wondered what it would be like to have his cock where her finger was now. If she thought about it rationally it wasn’t very appealing. It was hairy and rough and much bigger than her finger. But she could not stop looking at it. Something in the back of her mind wanted it. Clara moved her hand back to her breast, sliding her wet finger over the erect nipple. Her body shuddered slightly as she touched her clitoris with one hand and her nipple with the other. She wondered if he was as close to climax as she was.

“I…I….I think I’m going to come,” she stuttered. She wasn’t sure why she felt the need to tell Max.

“Me too, I’m really close,” Max replied through gritted teeth. He had heard of mutual masturbation, but he had never imagined he would do it. It never seemed like it would be as good as straight up fucking, but he was beginning to reconsider his stance. The fact that Clara was not a smoking hot stripper actually made it more arousing. He knew she was not just putting on a show for him. She was actually enjoying herself. He was flattered that she trusted him enough to share the experience with him. Even her refusal to be naked was arousing. His imagination filled in what his eyes could not see. He knew that under the fabric of her pants, Clara’s fingers were dipping into her pussy, getting coated with her wetness. The climax he felt building was almost entirely a result of what she was doing. Normally stroking his cock dry wouldn’t give him anything but a rash, but the sight of Clara’s perky tits and the subtle smell of her arousal had him on the edge of orgasm. A bit of pre-cum finally leaked out of his cock, providing much needed lubrication to his rigid shaft. He could see the skin between her tits begin to flush. She wasn’t faking. She really was having an orgasm.

Clara dropped to her knees in front of Max, looking up at him and exposing her neck. The sight of her in that position pushed him to the edge of his endurance.

“I’m going to come,” he grunted, expecting her to move away, but she did not.

Clara sat still. Part of her wanted to get away from him and his big hard cock, but her body refused to move. She could see drips of a pearly liquid beginning to leak from the tip as Max continued to stroke his cock. She knew what was about to happen, but her body refused to budge an inch.

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