SEX WITH THE VIRGIN MAID
Friends Shouldn't Know How You Taste

Hera rushed into her apartment, slammed the door behind her back and hurriedly bolted it.

Her heart was thudding against her ribcage. It felt like she just ran a marathon. Beads of sweat rolled down her forehead as her breathing increased rapidly.

She thought about what just happened and her stomach fluttered. It felt like a volcano just erupted inside her. One with hot, boiling, thick lava.

Why is all of this happening to her? Why does it feel so good when it's supposed to be bad?

She touched her chest to keep herself still but it wasn't working. She felt like a machine that was programmed to hyper speed.

She wanted to be mad. She wanted to cuss at her boss but she couldn't. In as much as she doesn't want to admit it, the feeling she got from the kiss felt good and for some reason, her legs are shaking and there's this tingling sensation that is rippling through her abdomen. This is a sin! A very big sin.

She was supposed to serve God and only become sexually intimate with a man that's supposed to be her husband.

No!

She can't take this anyone. She's going to give him a piece of her mind. Whatever that means.

She's going to let him know that she doesn't want to be in any kind of sexual relationship with him and she's going to do that as soon as possible.

Having made up her mind, she reached for the door knob and twisted it open before proceeding to Bryce's bedroom.

Luckily, when she arrived, he was fully clothed and going through some files on his desk.

"S-Sir" she stuttered.

Bryce was lost in thoughts as he flipped through the files but her voice had managed to slip him back to reality. It was the calmest voice he had ever heard and something about it always manages to get to him. Standing up to his feet, he stalked towards her.

"Stop!" She shunned him. His legs stopped in an instant as if it was being controlled by an unseen force.

"I'm sorry for b-barging in like this but I don't have any choice" she went on.

A smile found its way to Bryce's lips.

Finally, she wants him just as much as he wants her. Finally she's here to beg him to have his way with her, Finally....

"I want you to stop kissing me Sir" She dropped the bomb. Her eyes unable to meet his.

"What?" He asked with furrowed brows. What did she just say because he didn't hear correctly?

Most ladies will do anything to grab this opportunity but she was doing her best to avoid him and throw it away.

"You promised me last time" she trembled "And you broke it."

Her eyes had already started to water as tears gathered in them.

Fuck!

He wasn't expecting this now. He doesn't care if a woman cries but sadly he doesn't want this particular woman to. Each time a single drop falls from her eyes, something inside him stirs. "Promises are sacred" she continued "You don't break promises that you make to someone. It's wrong but you keep on breaking yours and I don't like it."

Did she just rehearse this line? How is she so bold to talk to him that way? Isn't she scared of him?

"Please don't kiss me like that again"

Bryce said nothing. There's no way in hell he's ever going to keep that promise, not after he'd gotten a taste of her.

"Sir?" Hera persisted, her eyes darkening in anger at his silence.

The woman might slap him again. He found himself nodding his head, hiding his amusement very well.

She relaxed visibly and stepped further away from him. He watched her as she turned back and made for the door. Damn! She has the prettiest ass.

"Why don't you like me kissing you?" He asked the one question that had been troubling his mind.

He knew that he was handsome and could get a lot of girls If he wanted to but this girl was proving too stubborn. "Because we're friends." She simply replied.

He scoffed "Friends?" He asked bewildered "But some friends kiss all the time." He drawled amusingly.

"That doesn't mean it's right. It doesn't make it right." She breathed.

Bryce felt like he was stuck between a rock and a hard place.

"Are you kidding me right now?" He asked feeling exasperated. "It was just a kiss Hera"

"A kiss is supposed to be shared with someone whom you have strong relations and feelings with Sir and not just anyone." she lectured him.

"And how are you supposed to know if you have strong feelings for someone when you can't taste them?"

"Only married couples should kiss sir. People who love themselves, like your parents for example" she blurted

Bryce face crumpled at the mention of his parents. Why would she have to use that as an example even if she wanted to?

"My parents never loved themselves" His voice held a note that she's never heard before.

"Do you want to talk about it?" She asked, somehow she felt her heart reaching out to him.

Bryce was silent for a while "It's a long story, one that I have absolutely no intentions of telling."

It was Hera's turn to be silent now "I'm sorry for saying that. I guess it's a sour subject." She said gently, as if reaching out to a beaten child.

Bryce laughed mirthlessly, wondering why she was apologizing. She always replaces new ways to amuse him all the time. The look on her face is something that he can't comprehend either. "It's alright Hera, it's not your fault. I believe that I also have an apology to make."

He walked closer to her, Hera's breath caught in her throat. She forced herself not to take a step back. "A-Apologize for what?" She stammered as she gripped the hem of her clothes tightly. He moved a bit closer and stopped a feet away from her "I wanna apologize for kissing you again."

Hera breathed nervously, he was standing too close to her "It's alright Sir, I forgive you."

A smile tugged at his lips "But that doesn't mean that this would be the last time I would kiss you again. The next time I kiss you, I promise that you would be the one asking for it."