Innocent Of The Facts Of Life Until She Held Me Like That

The facts of life. I finished college and at the last minute got accepted at my preferred school. Too late for the dorms I found a room with another female student close to campus, I don't have a car. My father helped me move and my Dad, being the usual overprotective father, asks my new housemate to 'look after me'.

Alone at last, my bed made, I decide to take a walk and check out the campus. 'Are you sure you want to go out right now?' Well, yes, but she said she would take me out 'tomorrow'. Right then it might be a good idea if I got my laundry done. We had dinner, she cooked but asked me to set the table. 'It's not enough to get a degree if you can't be a woman'. And leaning over me 'a woman who wants nothing more than being treated like a woman'.

Better to learn now all the things I needed to know. My father raised me to be independent, my mother lived cross country with 'her' family. Now, I had a 'mother' over me. After lights out, my first night in my new place, she stopped by and mentioned that she had a nice big bed, if I got cold at night I was always welcome to sleep with her.

The next morning, Sunday, she walks into the kitchen with a T shirt and panties, breasts swinging from side to side, big brown nipples clearly visible under her shirt. She reaches for a bowl and her shirt follows, her dark bush under her panties unceremoniously displayed for me to see. This wasn't a girl, this was a real woman. I felt so small, so under developed.

She came to get me Sunday night, helped me out of my nightgown, wrapped her arms around me into her naked breasts. She made love to me, from head to toe. My father left me in her care, she told me, she was going to take care of me. Day and night. She did walk me around campus, she took me grocery shopping, showed me the right way to make a bed.

She turned 23, this woman who took care of me. In the daytime, school, chores, study hour. At night, burried between her breasts I fell asleep in her arms. My father did his best to make me independent, but he never told me about a woman out there who would take me in, to be hers. Maybe he should have told me about lesbians, but he never mentioned that. I had to learn that all in my own.