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Straight Male / 41
Single, Platonically In Love, With A Dyke
At work we have a woman who works with the legal department. If you ask the guys, they will tell you she's gay. If you ask the girls they will tell you she uses the wrong bathroom. If you ask me, she's a dyke. But who are we to say, if we don't have any personal experience to back it up.
Our company is owned and run buy old farts and there isn't much in the way of family friendly or work life balance. There is good pay and a demanding job. And if you want a raise the answer is you still have your job. I guess you have to like what you do to stay, but turnover is very low and the employees are loyal (including me, I've been there 17 years).
By the by a new hire came to work, a woman in HR. Her name should remain anonymous, so for the here and now let's call her Susan. When she joined the company, she was 30, or there abouts, tall, stacked (but who pays attention to that) competent, with a bunch of new ideas. She started out with writing an employee manual, and because we hit if off and I had been there for a while (I work in 'back office' stuff, I'm not in operations) she called on me for ideas and backgrounds on the staff and with the help of a canned employee manual she bought from an HR consulting firm, she stared writing.
For reasons which are always surprising we hit it off. We had lunch together and bit by bit got to know each other. Enough that when the opportunity arose, I was given some real good hokey tickets by the old fart in the front office, I asked her to go with with me. Not a date mind you, just being friendly. Well, would you know it, she put her hand on my arm, and whispered ''I'm a dyke". Few things catch me by surprise, but she took all the words right out of my mouth. The thing is, I asked "is you know who a dyke?"
Why would you ask?, well I said it takes one to know one, and she laughed, no she's not a dyke, she's not anything, she's just settled, she's one of those women who never had any luck and she's pushing forty and still a virgin. I asked how she knew all that, and she answered "it takes one to know one". This Susan and me had this kind of a relationship.
Susan did go with me to the hokey game, I had to give her a lot of help with the rules but she seemed to have enjoyed it. A few weeks later she told me she had tickets to this play at the friendly neighborhood playhouse. Tit for tat, she went with me to the hokey game, I should go with her to play. It was boring, not my thing, but I sat with her and didn't get up and leave. When we left the theatre she put her hand on my arm and we walked a while, a block to get to the car. In the car, before I put it in drive, she put her hand on the my hand holding the gear shift and asked if I could do her a favor. Seems she didn't want to grow old like that woman at the office. would I do her the favor.
I turned to her, and face to face, I asked her "aren't you a dyke?". Yes I am she said, since I was pretty young, I've had my share of pussy. But I've never been dicked. I had to ask again "but you're in HR, isn't against the rules for employee fraternization?" Yes it is, she said. But we are not at work and it's consensual, and here's your chance to pop a cherry.
Let me tell, the whole reason why I'm here, that dyke was one fine piece of ass, as the boys would say. Fine, first class, and boy could she fuck. It is hard for me to believe that she had never been dicked, but she swears to it. She's a dyke all right, I've met some of the girls she hangs out with. She has a preference and it's that book worm type. She swears our legal lady is just a frustrated woman who could really use a dick, but she's gone past that point and will remain a virgin all her life.
Anyway, to sum it all up, that was my time to shine, to pop the cherry of a dyke. We are the best of friends, I guess it's what they call a platonic relationship. During the pandemic time, she came over and we spent time together. She likes to cook and do domestic stuff and why would I turn that down. She would spend the night, we slept together, but sex wasn't in her.
She asks if it's alright, being friends who sleep together. I say no, and she reminds me she's a dyke. It's just not in her, and goes on to tell me about Martha, this girl who works at the museum, and I listen, what else are best friends for?
Our company is owned and run buy old farts and there isn't much in the way of family friendly or work life balance. There is good pay and a demanding job. And if you want a raise the answer is you still have your job. I guess you have to like what you do to stay, but turnover is very low and the employees are loyal (including me, I've been there 17 years).
By the by a new hire came to work, a woman in HR. Her name should remain anonymous, so for the here and now let's call her Susan. When she joined the company, she was 30, or there abouts, tall, stacked (but who pays attention to that) competent, with a bunch of new ideas. She started out with writing an employee manual, and because we hit if off and I had been there for a while (I work in 'back office' stuff, I'm not in operations) she called on me for ideas and backgrounds on the staff and with the help of a canned employee manual she bought from an HR consulting firm, she stared writing.
For reasons which are always surprising we hit it off. We had lunch together and bit by bit got to know each other. Enough that when the opportunity arose, I was given some real good hokey tickets by the old fart in the front office, I asked her to go with with me. Not a date mind you, just being friendly. Well, would you know it, she put her hand on my arm, and whispered ''I'm a dyke". Few things catch me by surprise, but she took all the words right out of my mouth. The thing is, I asked "is you know who a dyke?"
Why would you ask?, well I said it takes one to know one, and she laughed, no she's not a dyke, she's not anything, she's just settled, she's one of those women who never had any luck and she's pushing forty and still a virgin. I asked how she knew all that, and she answered "it takes one to know one". This Susan and me had this kind of a relationship.
Susan did go with me to the hokey game, I had to give her a lot of help with the rules but she seemed to have enjoyed it. A few weeks later she told me she had tickets to this play at the friendly neighborhood playhouse. Tit for tat, she went with me to the hokey game, I should go with her to play. It was boring, not my thing, but I sat with her and didn't get up and leave. When we left the theatre she put her hand on my arm and we walked a while, a block to get to the car. In the car, before I put it in drive, she put her hand on the my hand holding the gear shift and asked if I could do her a favor. Seems she didn't want to grow old like that woman at the office. would I do her the favor.
I turned to her, and face to face, I asked her "aren't you a dyke?". Yes I am she said, since I was pretty young, I've had my share of pussy. But I've never been dicked. I had to ask again "but you're in HR, isn't against the rules for employee fraternization?" Yes it is, she said. But we are not at work and it's consensual, and here's your chance to pop a cherry.
Let me tell, the whole reason why I'm here, that dyke was one fine piece of ass, as the boys would say. Fine, first class, and boy could she fuck. It is hard for me to believe that she had never been dicked, but she swears to it. She's a dyke all right, I've met some of the girls she hangs out with. She has a preference and it's that book worm type. She swears our legal lady is just a frustrated woman who could really use a dick, but she's gone past that point and will remain a virgin all her life.
Anyway, to sum it all up, that was my time to shine, to pop the cherry of a dyke. We are the best of friends, I guess it's what they call a platonic relationship. During the pandemic time, she came over and we spent time together. She likes to cook and do domestic stuff and why would I turn that down. She would spend the night, we slept together, but sex wasn't in her.
She asks if it's alright, being friends who sleep together. I say no, and she reminds me she's a dyke. It's just not in her, and goes on to tell me about Martha, this girl who works at the museum, and I listen, what else are best friends for?
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