I'm Now A Married Man's Lover And Mistress
I grew up with a single mother, no high school or GRE. She worked as a waitress at the same restaurant for over twenty years. We lived in a rented room at this woman's house. She had inherited the property, which was a couple of acres, with a small house on it. She was always cash poor and the property always needed something fixed.
When I turned 13 she decided that I didn't need to sleep with my mother and she fixed up her junk room for me to sleep in. One day about that time I was talking to her about why she never married and she looked at me, and said 'because the person I loved wasn't a man'. I didn't get it, so she had to explain it to me. Over time she opened up more and more and told me all about her life when she was young and working. She had never finished college and she inherited the property from her grandmother. I wanted to hear the romantic stories, but she was always hesitant to go into detail. The most I got out of her is that romantic women also made love, it was just like with a man, but no dick involved.
I fantasized at that time, had very vivid dreams about being with some girl. I never had those fantasies about being with a boy. I never dated in college for a lot of reasons, but one of them was that I just didn't think about boys. After high school I had a job working as a waitress at this bar and grill, where the girls wore small shorts and shirts and let their tits hang out. You learned quickly to put make up on your cleavage, fix up your nipples. I didn't care if guys stared, or touched me. As long as I got good tips. But I had these feelings for another girl. She was quiet but had a great figure. One day back in the back where the boxes were I kissed her. My first kiss. And she didn't pull back or anything, just told me that I didn't know what I was doing.
I got involved with her, in the very romantic sense and we had a very romantic summer. It was different doing it than fantasies, but I liked doing it better. I was so hungry for physical contact, and I was the one that initiated most everything. I didn't know at that time that I was a natural dyke, but I wasn't butch, I was dyke but with a very female expression. I liked my tits, I liked being naked, and I liked that I had real woman hips.
My landlady, I told her everything. She told me to be careful, those types of relationships tended to burn out, sooner than later. And that relationship did burn out by the end of the summer. But I had tried and succeeded. My landlady told me one evening to enroll in the local college and she would pay my tuition. I went to college, slowly, as I was working full time, and when I eventually graduated I was 26 years old. But I did graduate. During college I had several other romantic relationships, but they all sputtered out over one thing or another.
I got a real job working downtown, and my landlady let me drive this old Ford she had. It was coming apart, but it was wheels. I got stranded one evening when the car didn't start and this big car with a man stopped and offered to help me. He looked over the car and decided I needed a new battery. He called Triple A and they came out after an hour. He had to pay for the battery, and the car started. He told me to follow him and he would treat me to dinner.
I didn't make it home that night, I went to this apartment with him. He said it was a company apartment for visitors. I lost my virginity to him, and a lot more that night. After that night I went out with him, and when the apartment was being used we went to a motel room. It wasn't romantic, it was sex. My landlady warned me that those relationships also ended up badly.
But he became attached to me, and I'm still with him. I don't date around, and keep myself available. He rented an apartment for me during the pandemic, and I've been there ever since. It's now decorated and not a bare apartment. He likes sex with me, and he wants me to be nice to him. He pays the bills. That's the romantic part. I don't pay bills.
