Just A Middle Class Girl Making Her Way Into Money

I am one of millions of middle class girls, although middle class depends on the neighborhood you grow up in. I went to college and got a degree in International Studies (my dream job was working at the UN). I got a job instead working for a large local general contractor. My boss, Suzanne, was a forty two year old WOMAN. I'm a girl. But when this woman made love to me, I was all girl. Suzanne is one of those women who grew up middle class in a very different neighborhood. Where there was money.

She told me one early morning after spending the night with her that she had been poor and she had been rich, and rich was better. She turned my face to her, 'did you hear me?'

Suzanne knew all the rich people in town. She had connections. I don't know for sure, but maybe more than one of the rich people had their way with her. 'Honey, a good dick once in a while is what the doctor ordered'. She didn't have a hang up on being lesbian, although she is lesbian, she just liked having me in bed with her naked. 'That's all', she told me, 'I just like you here with me naked'. 'No girl is a lesbian, don't kid yourself. A dick always comes in handy'.

By then I had grown up and was twenty four and my cute little pussy had never had a dick cross it's threshold. Suzanne told me that it just so happened that this young man was coming back to town and he was money, old money, and he needed a cute little pussy to wash and cook for him. 'Don't get scared, think of the money'.

He had been to Columbia in New York and was a lawyer going to work for his family's law practice. He was 'well bred' but he was more of mama's boy than a man. 'Look' Suzanne told me 'he just needs pussy',

It was a brief courtship and a grand wedding. His mother was pleased that he was with a 'girl' and his father was pleased because he could see in me that I liked money. And Suzanne may have once or twice been nice to him, in that way where men play hide the weeny. Suzanne gave me one last big hearted kiss on the lips, squeezed my tit and slapped my ass and told me to go forth and fuck him.

It was his first time. For pussy. It was my first time, but Suzanne had spent a lot of time setting me for it. There was no foreplay or two play or any kind of play. It was obligation sex, he did it, how was a mystery. He didn't like pussy. He liked something else, more in line with hung between his legs. 'Hung' is the key word. He was as queer as a three dollar bill, that was what Suzanne called him. But he had money, so think of the money. And she kissed me and grabbed me by my pussy.

It's not much of a marriage when the husband is a cock sucker and the wife likes WOMEN. I never cared for college type girls. But to get to the money we had to play the game. And that included a child, named Norman, after his grandfather. My job, he told me, my father in law told me, is to raise Norman to like pussy. He didn't want a sissy grandson like his father.

My father in law knew all about Suzanne and her 'girl'. I didn't know for a long time in that edge of society I was Suzanne's 'girl'. As long as there was no breakdown in the 'marriage' Suzanne got dividends from investments, and my father in law got to spend some time with Suzanne talking investments, and I lived in the middle class in that part of town.

Norman is in his twenties and he has fucked his way into every sorority. That boy likes pussy. Long legged, blonde, blue eyed pussy to be exact. Pussy with money to be exact. His kind of middle class girl. He is engaged to get married. I pity the poor girl. She better know how to cook and clean, because Norman wasn't raised for that. Suzanne, yes Suzanne and I are still very close friends, Suzanne says this girl is one of those who was born and her pussy sown shut until her wedding night. So don't be surprised when she comes downstairs crying.