My Journey Of Passage As A Young Woman

Today I live in Pasadena Texas with my partner, I work in purchasing for a refinery. But once for two years I lived with my grandmother in Monterrey, Mexico after my mother died.

I was born in Laredo, but my mother had died from an overdose and my father, I never knew him. In the neighborhood where I lived with my grandmother was a laundromat where we went to wash the clothes. I was fourteen so I was old enough to take care of the laundromat by myself and I went once a week after school on Wednesdays. At that time the machines were available, on Saturdays you had to wait forever.

One Wednesday I went and there was a new girl at the desk, she said her name was Erika. I was the only one there so she came to help me sort and put the clothes in the washing machines. She noticed that there weren't any men's clothes and she told me that I was lucky that there weren't any men where I lived. And just as easy without any change in her voice she told me that she had been been with her stepfather when she was my age and she had a little boy now.

When the clothes were dry and she was helping me fold them she asked me if she could fold my underwear. She was very careful folding and told me she really liked underwear, especially pretty girl underwear. With the clothes in the basket she asked me if I wanted to see something, and we went in behind the desk and she told me to sit on this box there. She pulled out a magazine and showed me the pictures of the naked girls. She ran her fingers across their nipples, and their open legs asking me which one I thought was prettier. She turned the page and she said this is me, when I was seventeen. She wanted to know if I liked her 'tetas', and if I wanted she would show them to me. She shifted my attention to between her legs, and in a deep whisper she asked me if I like her 'panocha'. If you want to you can kiss it.

When I went the following week she came over to help me and asked if I had thought about what she had shown me and I wanted she would let me. If I wanted to I could kiss her panocha or if I wanted to she would kiss mine, and show me how much I would like it. Behind the desk she opened her legs and showed me. Touch me, bend down and kiss me, stick your finger in me. She kissed me on the mouth after I had kissed her there and licked my face clean. Now I was her girlfriend.

She showed me where she lived and I went there after school when she wasn't working and we had sex with her son watching television. She lived with her grandmother who worked at a restaurant in the evenings. It was my first love affair, and when I had to return to live with my older sister in Baytown she gave me her magazine to remember her. I keep it in my drawer with my underwear and when I'm lonely I think of Erika and look at her pictures.