Married To A Firecracker

Back in my college days I got a job as a delivery and installer for a lighting store company. It was part time and I mostly worked weekends when the regular delivery guy was off. The store had business, but not that much. Most of the time I worked in the small warehouse.

The family daughter, Susan, was home from 'school' and hung around with me and went out on delivery drives. She was 24, exotic Italian girl, with ideas that no girl ever voiced out loud. The Truth was it made me uncomfortable. One Saturday afternoon I was inventorying boxes when she came into the warehouse. She sat on the table we used to assemble the light fixtures, her legs open, her short skirt uncomfortably high. From a couple of yards back, her pink panties visible under her skirt, it didn't escape her attention.

She asked if girls made me nervous. Followed by the question every guy hates being asked, have I ever 'had' a girl. My silence to both questions were enough. She went over to some boxes in the back if the warehouse and opening one took out a magazine and brought it over. Flipping through the pages she got to the main layout, and asked me if I wanted pussy like that, a girl laid back, her legs open, her lips swollen and her inner parts showing. The magazine was Italian, the girl was her all made up, from her earlier days modeling.

My tongue was down my throat, she grabbed my dick in my pants. Well, do you want pussy? Or do you like dicks? We left the warehouse and went to a townhouse and went in. A cozy enough place, obviously unlived in, her family owned and rented. She took her blouse off and dropped her skirt standing in her pink panties and pink bra, extolling me to drop my pants and let her see what I had to offer her.

All naked and sweaty on the bed we fucked a couple of times. She told me she never thought she would take a guy's virginity. She gave and received oral, she washed my dick in the shower. Like it or not she had settled on her ticket to a better life, marry a college graduate. There was no escaping her, things happened fast and we were married after I graduated. Sex was a way of breaking me, nothing it seemed was enough for her.

An Italian girl she went for the bambinos, getting her father to give us the down payment on our house. I went to work at the bank, and she was a helper in the lighting store. It took me a bit of time to realize just how much money that lighting store made, a lot more than my job working at the bank.