When I was 24 I was a 3rd grade teacher at a suburban elementary. I rented a duplex close to the school. I was brought up Catholic and I had never dated. I was a middle child, one of seven. I just never dated.

Next door was a couple, in the fifties. She worked as a cashier at the book store and he was mechanic for an auto dealer. We were neighbors and we made friends and they invited me over to dinner and we talked from time to time. I was home from school, and she was off that afternoon and she came to my place and we talked. She broached the subject of boyfriends. I told her the truth that I never met anyone I liked. She said in a real firm voice that maybe I wanted a girl instead.

I laughed, really, I thought she was crazy. But she wasn't and she walked over to me and touched me between my legs. She backed me up into the corner of the kitchen, touching me between the legs and touching my breasts. All the time telling me that what I really wanted was pussy. Once against the counter in the corner she put her hand up into my crotch and her other hand on my breast while she tried to kiss me. She got my mouth and kissed me and kissed me all over my face while she kept touching me.

She was totally on me and told me that she was going to push my pants down and she was going to eat my pussy and she wanted me to open my legs. While she was eating me, she helped me out of my pants. After a few minutes of eating me, she stood up and took me to the living room and sat me down on the couch and ate me.

She stood up wiping her face and told me not to move, when she came back she wanted my legs wide open because she was going to bring me something I was really going to like. She left and came back with a large, purple, rubber penis. I let her, I didn't stop her and she used the penis on me, spreading me as wide as she could while she got on me and put her face between my breasts and fucked me with that penis until I had my first orgasm.

She gave me to her husband, which I did not like, but it was the price I had to pay to be with her.

When she left town I cried. I was so alone.

For the next twenty years I had short term relationships with other women I met here and there. I am not aggressive and it is hard for me to make a move. I moved to a part of town where a lot of gay people live, but mostly all I saw was gay men. I have a hard time identifying gay women, at least women that I would pick.

I have a younger woman that I see now, she expects me to make advances. I really miss my days with my neighbor, I have never been able to replace that. I really want to be forced upon, that is the truth.