A Man Came Into My Life And I Share My Love For Him And Jesus
I was then a radio hostess for a Christian radio station, my shift was three to eleven. It was an open mic sort of thing, people expressed their inner demons. I heard all sorts of things, of course our mission was spreading the Word and inviting people to join us. I was, and am, a Christian. If only someone had told me that I would not always only love Jesus.
My college, a small religious college, was 80 percent women. Women who came to us to enrich their spiritual need, and if they went on to become RNs or Teachers, so much the better. Our college was really a two year college, I have an associates degree in communications. But then, I was so young and I had my first real face to face with another woman's pussy. Yes, pussy. I was sitting on the bench in dressing room of the gym (not school affiliated), and she stood before me, she had on a bra but otherwise nothing. Her pussy in my face, and inch from my nose, she had moved in that close. At that distance I could discern everything, no anatomy class needed. She gently held my head with her hand and pushed her pussy into my face, rubbing herself hard against me.
She sat down, straddling the bench, and opened her legs, wide, 'this is yours, all you need to do is ask for it'. Then she asked me to show her my pussy, still totally virgin, no one ever had seen my pussy like that. Her tongue was hot, she shoved into my vagina. She grabbed my bare buttocks, holding me against her. Her tongue was drilling into me, then licking hard up and down and flicking like a snake on my clitoris, I had an orgasm. It was only then recovering from my first orgasm that I focused that we were in a public space, but we were alone. She had locked the door to the dressing room.
She worked at a bank, she liked to lay naked on her bed while I stood over her, naked. She loved to softly groom me, before eating me. She groomed herself before she taught me to groom her. Some women are tit women, some women are ass women, she was and is a pussy woman. I worked at the radio station talking to people who were having trouble with their faith, or infidelity, and I was the bigger sinner. The girl lover of an older woman.
I was twenty five and I was in line at Subway and a man behind me pushed himself up against me. I turned, he was alone, there was no one else in line. He said sorry, he had lost his balance. I ignored it. He followed me, but I didn't know it. He saw where I worked, he followed me home (I was in an apartment because of my love affair with Susan). I was unlocking the door, and he grabbed my keys and said 'let me help you'. And a second later he was in my apartment with me.
I had the presence of mind to ask him what he was going to do with me. He said nothing that I wasn't goin to like. He told me to undress and turn the bed down, so he wouldn't stain my bedcovers. He took off his pants and folded them, laid them on the chair, his jockey shorts, his shirt and folded them. He was naked except for his socks and his erection. He asked me if anyone owned 'that pussy', I said 'own', no, but used 'yes'. I told him that I had only been with Susan, so I didn't know what he was going to do.
I wasn't scared, my heart wasn't beating, I was going to be r**ed, and I was on radio. Measured voice. He had me lay back and put the pillow under my head, and open my legs, and he crawled on me from the foot of the bed and he 'inserted' his weapon in me. All the way, one thrust and I had his dick in my throat. I chocked. He 'messed' around on me, fucking me, and he came without letting me know. After he got up on his knees he kept my legs open by the knees so he could see his cum flow out of me. I watched him, my radio voice still talking to him. Was he satisfied? Was I worth it? What was he going to do with me?
He got dressed slowly, his shorts and pants first, he sat on the chair to tie his shoes, his shirt, he stood in front of the mirror on the dresser to smooth out his hair. He told me I had done 'good', worth every minute of it. On his way out he told me to lock the door behind him, he didn't want any one walking in on his girl.
It was over a year later that I told Susan. She listened, shocked, angry. Why hadn't I told her. Because it was just one other person on the radio. But I thought she should know, but never found the right moment.
I work for the same bank now, I've been there for fifteen years. I think of him often, very often actually. I lay on my bed and ask myself, why was he the only man to want me? He said I was 'good', didn't that mean anything. Susan and I drifted apart slowly, like a pulling apart chewing gum. Until one day she didn't answer my call, and I never called her again. I have met a couple of women that I have fallen for, but nothing replaces the feelings I have for him.
He 'lives' in my mind, he 'lives' in my bed beside me. When I wake up he is 'with' me. I've given him a name, 'Tom', for Tomcat.
