I think a lot about Dave when I'm lying alone in my bed. I try to imagine what would happen if one night we were working alone and I decided that I was tired of being "Little Miss Virgin" and tried to seduce him. It's a real neat fantasy. I work on it quite a lot, refining it as I go along, changing the dialogue here and there to make it seem more realistic. I get myself worked up some nights and end up having to play with myself so I can get off to sleep.
Poor Dave, if he only knew. He'd die of embarrassment and he certainly wouldn't give me those lovely shoulder massages at the end of a long day. He'd be terrified that I would spin around in my chair and grab his cock right there in front of everybody.
Not that I wouldn't mind grabbing his cock. I've never had one in my hand, ever. Just too scared to get that much involved I guess. The few friends I have think I'm stuck up and old fashioned. The other girls at work are always talking about cocks and sucking them and getting laid. I really don't have much to offer to those kinds of conversations so I tend to keep to myself. Pity really, but there it is.
It's not that I'm disinterested in men, it's just that the right one has never come along. I am curious to know what a cock feels like though. I'd love to hold one in my hand and play with it. I don't know whether I would like it in my mouth though. The other girls say it's great, especially when the guy comes and his sperm shoots into them and runs down their throats. I reserve judgment on that one.