Erika, I Found Her, Loved Her, Married Her

I had a job at a car detail shop in college. I got this one Mercedes and when I was cleaning out the interior I found this pair of panties under the passenger seat and I put them in my pocket and continued to vacuum and clean the car. I did a good job and the man gave me a nice tip. I worked a couple of afternoons and on weekend and made enough to cover my rent. Much more than I could make waitressing.

I went home and took the panties out and tried them on and they fit. The feeling of another woman's panties drove me crazy and I was soon masturbating . That night I felt like penetration and used a dildo that was left over from one of my broken relationships. I passed out from the orgasm and woke up naked staring at the fan turning overhead. Every time I wanted to masturbate I wore the panties and used the dildo, having another woman's panties on and using another woman's dildo, neither of which I ever washed created a tension in me that could only be released by a large orgasm.

I met Erika at the detail shop. She was new and didn't speak English and young, maybe seventeen. One of the men in the wash had his eye on her so I decided to take her home with me. She was very quiet and very scared so I held her and put her head on my breasts and stroked her hair. I got very, very horny for her and convinced her to let me bathe her and I put my panties on her when I got her out of the bath. I put on the panties I found in the Mercedes and I was hot for her and ate her through the panties. I told her in my High School Spanish, and what I had learned living along the border, that it was either she lived with me and let me love her or that man was going to take her and fuck her and get her pregnant. He was looking for a woman, so, my woman or his woman.

I was hot for her, so hot that I stripped her, ate her, made love to her. And used my dildo on her. I showed her how to kiss and I held her at night and cupped her breasts. She was going to be my girlfriend yes or yes. And that man, Marco, from the wash section wasn't going to fuck her. When I wanted to have sex with her I put my panties of the day on her, put on my Mercedes panties and I was hot immediately and showed her how a woman should be loved on. No dick, no fear or pregnancy, no STDs. She was mine, and I intended to keep her that way,

My heat for her never did ebb or go away. After a while, months, I knew that she was not prone to be a lesbian but life has its twists and turns and being lesbian was better for her than be thrown to the pack of wolves, so like it or like it she was going to be lesbian, my lesbian and I was going to teach her everything she needed to know. I finished college and got a real job with benefits and put her in English school. Everyday I dressed her, I put on her clothes, I combed her hair, I put on her makeup. I kissed her a hundred times. I was obsessed with her, in love with her, infatuated, hot for her. She was my baby lesbian, my baby doll. She was going to fall in love with me yes or yes.

I was at work, she was going to school, her English had improved to the point where she could get around, she knew where she lived and how to get home. She was very independent. I found her on the floor where she fell, not responding, breathing, but not responding. I took her to ER and they revived her slowly so I could take her home, patching the cut on her forehead where she fell.

I tossed the panties away and the dildo, from now on it was holding and cuddling and helping her go to sleep. It was time to be her mother, not her lover. Kisses were on the cheek, bathing was gentle with a mother's touch. Never in my life had I wanted to be a mother so bad. I wanted a baby so bad, I went to friend of mine, a man who I've know for a long time, and asked him to do the dirty deed, cautioning him that it was something I had never done. I got pregnant, I was going to be a mother, and she was going to be a mother with me. WE were going to have a baby, although in my quiet moments I had always thought she would be the pregnant one.

It's been several years, our daughter is going into elementary school. She is a good mother, a very good mother. We make love quietly and softly, gone are the days of wild sex. But we do make love, deep, deep love. I hold her, cup her breasts, smell her hair. She's my baby too and I have to take care of her. To love her. Whether she was born to be a lesbian we will never know. She's a lesbian now. And the car wash man is a monster from long ago, a monster she never had to know.

And she has her papers, I married her.