Lesbian Female / 33
I changed jobs and made friends with a girl who worked as a logistics administrator. She was more than just pretty. One night she invited me to go with her department to a happy hour. At the bar, before we got seated at a table, she ran her hand across my butt to smooth out my skirt. When I needed to use the ladies room she went with me. When it was time to leave she suggested we share a cab. In the cab she told me that she had really enjoyed herself with me. She walked me to my door and we talked for a long time while the cab waited. It was over half an hour and we were still talking. When the time came for her to leave she kissed me and then cleaned my lips with her finger and apologized and said she had gotten carried away.
When she got to her place she texted me and then called and we talked for another hour. She asked me what color underwear I had on, and whether I slept in pjs. She told me what she was wearing.
The next day at the office she stopped by my work station to see how I was doing. She texted me and asked me for a date. We went out to a wine bar and then we went to eat pizza and she asked if I wanted to see where she lived. She had a spare toothbrush and I spent the night with her. The next morning we went by my place to change and then to the office. That weekend we spent it together.
The next week I asked if she wanted to go get a bite and she told me that she was busy, she wanted to go but she had a commitment. It turned out that she had a man, a pilot, and he was going to be in town and she had to see him and take care of him. She told me, she didn't lie or anything.
I went from the most amazing high to a devastating low.
This man is a big part of her life, he is more or less like her husband. He comes first, always. Anything for me has to come after him. The time I spend with her is so good, and then I have to sit and wait for him to be out of town again, knowing all the time that she is with him. It is not just the sex, it is that she is with him, she looks after him, a total wife to him. She told me that she didn't mean to hurt me, but she is not going to leave him, not now not ever. We have to fit in while he is out of town. Or, nothing.
When she got to her place she texted me and then called and we talked for another hour. She asked me what color underwear I had on, and whether I slept in pjs. She told me what she was wearing.
The next day at the office she stopped by my work station to see how I was doing. She texted me and asked me for a date. We went out to a wine bar and then we went to eat pizza and she asked if I wanted to see where she lived. She had a spare toothbrush and I spent the night with her. The next morning we went by my place to change and then to the office. That weekend we spent it together.
The next week I asked if she wanted to go get a bite and she told me that she was busy, she wanted to go but she had a commitment. It turned out that she had a man, a pilot, and he was going to be in town and she had to see him and take care of him. She told me, she didn't lie or anything.
I went from the most amazing high to a devastating low.
This man is a big part of her life, he is more or less like her husband. He comes first, always. Anything for me has to come after him. The time I spend with her is so good, and then I have to sit and wait for him to be out of town again, knowing all the time that she is with him. It is not just the sex, it is that she is with him, she looks after him, a total wife to him. She told me that she didn't mean to hurt me, but she is not going to leave him, not now not ever. We have to fit in while he is out of town. Or, nothing.
