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Women Only
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Bi-Sexual Female / 29
Not As Young Anymore
So this is about when I was young and naive and didn't know these things happened. I went to a midsize state college and in my last semester there were companies who sent people to interview students for jobs. I interviewed with this one company, a lady did the interview and I got this letter in the mail offering me a job. The only job offer I got. But I was happy most kids I knew did not get job offers before graduation.
The company gave me an allowance to move to the city where their offices were, I got free rent for a month in a hotel apartment while looking for an apartment and because they were a big employer they had arrangements with complexes for discounts on the first year rent with a year's lease. The lady who interviewed me was not my boss but my supervisor's boss. She is the one that got involved with finding me a place to live. She had this thing about a young lady alone in town and she wanted to make sure that wherever I was it was safe for me, We found a place, not at one of the complexes that the company sent you to, but at this smaller place, a one room efficiency but she assured me that is all I needed until I got settled.
She helped me find some used furniture and she brought over some art work to hang on the walls and she decorated my bathroom and found this little chest for my intimates, which she unpacked and folded and put them in the drawer one by one, gently. She held one pair up, and she held them unfolded and she kissed the crotch of the panties before folding and putting them away. That first day when I moved in she assured me that I would do fine and she kissed my forehead and kissed the tip of my nose. She helped me make my bed and then kissed me on the mouth. She told me I was the most beautiful girl she interviewed and she was going to take care of me and she kissed me again on the mouth with her hand on my chest.
If I had heard about something like this happening no one told me to pay attention. Before she left she asked if I was going to be okay because if I felt lonely she would stay with me and keep me company. And that's how on the day I moved in I had a lady make love to me, get me all naked, kiss me all over and lick me until she got an orgasm out of me. That's how I lost my virginity, not to some random boy, but to the lady who interviewed me. I admit that in the heat of the moment I kissed her where I swear I never thought I would kiss anyone. I woke up with her arms around me hugging me to her. After the shower she opened her legs and asked me to kiss her again, to kiss her flower. I am the first to admit there is nothing pretty about it, a great big gash. I had to shut my eyes, but somehow I liked it.
I worked there without a problem, I was actually pretty good at my job and I got a good review after the six month trial period and a raise. The lady in question saw me often, took me to plays and to other artsy fartsy things she liked and introduced me as her baby girl to ladies her age. When she had introduced me to her friends she sometimes asked me to give Momma a kiss, to come sit beside Momma, to be a good baby and go get her a drink. There were other good babies too, with Mommas too, and the baby girls talked to each other and the Mommas talked to each other. And this one baby girl had to be the prettiest girl I had ever seen and she swore that she had never had anything done to her, not her butt, not her tits, not her nose, that is the way she had come out of the hole.
My Momma, because that is how I was to talk about her, she talked about her baby girl in the same way, my Momma was a woman with money from inheritance, her grandfather had built this business and left them all with a trust fund to take care of them. Her job was a pass time. And I was her baby girl, her life was complete. She was 33 at the time. She also got good reviews and it seemed like no one cared about me being her girlfriend.
She told me one Sunday at brunch that things had to get formal. She knew I was young and she knew that when she was my age the furthest thing from her mind was getting married, but I had to look at it from her side, she was 33 and she wanted to get married, more than anything she wanted to get married. I was 23 and I can tell you that marriage, to a woman, was not on my mind. "Marry me", and she gave me a ring. She almost said please. I had the ring on my finger, a Tiffany 2 carat wonder, and it was the exactly the right size and she told me that we could live wherever I wanted, we didn't have to work, if I wanted we could go back to live near my parents, and I agreed to marry her.
We got married at her best friend's house by the swimming pool at nightfall with all the Momma's and the baby girls and they all wanted to see my ring and my parents came reluctantly. After the ceremony, with an internet licensed Momma officiating, she kissed me hard and turned me around and said 'this is my wife'. I felt my stomach fall out of me, I never felt more embarrassed.
I'm still married, but living apart. A man lives with me, he is a good man who knows how to treat women, he knows what to do with his dick, what to do when I hesitate, he runs a tight ship. My mother warned me after I got married that one day I would find myself regretting what I had done and I was always destined for a man who had cojones and that's exactly where I am. I don't regret getting married, as I said I am still married. And to be honest I am still her baby girl and when she spreads her legs I don't get disgusted and I enjoy the experience, and even more than that I enjoy when she kisses me and makes love to me and she can and does make me cum. And when this man gets on my nerves I go spend the night with her. And if I'm asked by another Momma I tell them straight out that I'm her wife. It's just that I live with a man.
There is a lot of discussion among the Mommas and the baby girls, and I've been asked more than once by a baby girl what's it like, you know with a man. I tell them the truth as it seems to me, a baby girl has a Momma but once in a while a girl needs a man, a man with cojones who holds her down and gives it to her. And that's the difference between a Momma and baby girl. It's just that for me a man with cojones is the man I live with but I'm married to my Momma and wear her ring and have her name and he knows he's just borrowing.
The company gave me an allowance to move to the city where their offices were, I got free rent for a month in a hotel apartment while looking for an apartment and because they were a big employer they had arrangements with complexes for discounts on the first year rent with a year's lease. The lady who interviewed me was not my boss but my supervisor's boss. She is the one that got involved with finding me a place to live. She had this thing about a young lady alone in town and she wanted to make sure that wherever I was it was safe for me, We found a place, not at one of the complexes that the company sent you to, but at this smaller place, a one room efficiency but she assured me that is all I needed until I got settled.
She helped me find some used furniture and she brought over some art work to hang on the walls and she decorated my bathroom and found this little chest for my intimates, which she unpacked and folded and put them in the drawer one by one, gently. She held one pair up, and she held them unfolded and she kissed the crotch of the panties before folding and putting them away. That first day when I moved in she assured me that I would do fine and she kissed my forehead and kissed the tip of my nose. She helped me make my bed and then kissed me on the mouth. She told me I was the most beautiful girl she interviewed and she was going to take care of me and she kissed me again on the mouth with her hand on my chest.
If I had heard about something like this happening no one told me to pay attention. Before she left she asked if I was going to be okay because if I felt lonely she would stay with me and keep me company. And that's how on the day I moved in I had a lady make love to me, get me all naked, kiss me all over and lick me until she got an orgasm out of me. That's how I lost my virginity, not to some random boy, but to the lady who interviewed me. I admit that in the heat of the moment I kissed her where I swear I never thought I would kiss anyone. I woke up with her arms around me hugging me to her. After the shower she opened her legs and asked me to kiss her again, to kiss her flower. I am the first to admit there is nothing pretty about it, a great big gash. I had to shut my eyes, but somehow I liked it.
I worked there without a problem, I was actually pretty good at my job and I got a good review after the six month trial period and a raise. The lady in question saw me often, took me to plays and to other artsy fartsy things she liked and introduced me as her baby girl to ladies her age. When she had introduced me to her friends she sometimes asked me to give Momma a kiss, to come sit beside Momma, to be a good baby and go get her a drink. There were other good babies too, with Mommas too, and the baby girls talked to each other and the Mommas talked to each other. And this one baby girl had to be the prettiest girl I had ever seen and she swore that she had never had anything done to her, not her butt, not her tits, not her nose, that is the way she had come out of the hole.
My Momma, because that is how I was to talk about her, she talked about her baby girl in the same way, my Momma was a woman with money from inheritance, her grandfather had built this business and left them all with a trust fund to take care of them. Her job was a pass time. And I was her baby girl, her life was complete. She was 33 at the time. She also got good reviews and it seemed like no one cared about me being her girlfriend.
She told me one Sunday at brunch that things had to get formal. She knew I was young and she knew that when she was my age the furthest thing from her mind was getting married, but I had to look at it from her side, she was 33 and she wanted to get married, more than anything she wanted to get married. I was 23 and I can tell you that marriage, to a woman, was not on my mind. "Marry me", and she gave me a ring. She almost said please. I had the ring on my finger, a Tiffany 2 carat wonder, and it was the exactly the right size and she told me that we could live wherever I wanted, we didn't have to work, if I wanted we could go back to live near my parents, and I agreed to marry her.
We got married at her best friend's house by the swimming pool at nightfall with all the Momma's and the baby girls and they all wanted to see my ring and my parents came reluctantly. After the ceremony, with an internet licensed Momma officiating, she kissed me hard and turned me around and said 'this is my wife'. I felt my stomach fall out of me, I never felt more embarrassed.
I'm still married, but living apart. A man lives with me, he is a good man who knows how to treat women, he knows what to do with his dick, what to do when I hesitate, he runs a tight ship. My mother warned me after I got married that one day I would find myself regretting what I had done and I was always destined for a man who had cojones and that's exactly where I am. I don't regret getting married, as I said I am still married. And to be honest I am still her baby girl and when she spreads her legs I don't get disgusted and I enjoy the experience, and even more than that I enjoy when she kisses me and makes love to me and she can and does make me cum. And when this man gets on my nerves I go spend the night with her. And if I'm asked by another Momma I tell them straight out that I'm her wife. It's just that I live with a man.
There is a lot of discussion among the Mommas and the baby girls, and I've been asked more than once by a baby girl what's it like, you know with a man. I tell them the truth as it seems to me, a baby girl has a Momma but once in a while a girl needs a man, a man with cojones who holds her down and gives it to her. And that's the difference between a Momma and baby girl. It's just that for me a man with cojones is the man I live with but I'm married to my Momma and wear her ring and have her name and he knows he's just borrowing.
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