Just Having A Rough Time

I came out as a lesbian six years ago while in college. After two heart breaks and finding my things on the doorstep I moved home to 'Mom and Dad'. I got a job as a clerk in a wealth management company, compiling client financial information.

A Mr. Jones had a substantial estate, and he was nice to me. I was well aware of his intentions but accepted his invitation to a cruise. Against my parent's wishes, and arguing with them that they liked my lesbian choices, they should be happy I was running away for a week with a man. An older man, but not real old.

On the cruise he had purchased a separate cabin for me, he included me in activities, bought me a nice piece of j*welry, and we went to the nightly shows. When I asked him why he invited me, and ignore me in the bedroom. He told me he thought I would be good company.

Feeling ignored, sexually, I offered myself to him. He let me know he had no interest in that way with me, I wasn't his cup of tea. I sat with my head low, maybe I never intended to have sex with him, but it was me who was to say no.

On the ride home from the port he put his hand on my knee and asked for a favor. He let me know he was gay and if I could, would I let a few friends know that he had been quite the lover. I was polite and said I wasn't one of those girls, I didn't kiss and tell.

The uptake on all this is I went home to angst over my virginity. I really got stood up. It could only happen to me.