She Is My Girlfriend Now, And I Am Her Girlfriend Now

At work I met a nice looking girl who was my age. She had gone to a high dollar private college, excuse me, School, and I had gone to the commuter University down the street. We were both CPAs. Although I wasn't thinking about it, I was mesmerized by her. She had perfect nails, and hair. She wore perfect outfits, shoes, and had a dozen real nice purses. You aren't supposed to be jealous of someone else's wealth, but I was. She came from money, the kind of money that everyone dreams of and no one has. She was the daughter of the Chairman of the Board, and largest shareholder. She was being trained the old fashioned way, up through the ranks. I was doing what she was doing, but I had no where to go.

One day we were sitting across from each other, waiting for something. I started to focus on her lips. As she talked she had perfect teeth. The more I stared I started thinking to myself, I wonder if her other lips are just as perfect. Wouldn't I want to find out. She stopped talking and just looked at me. And out of nowhere, without any preamble, she asked me if I wanted to come live with her.

She lived in a high rise, expensive condo, at a Four Season's property. It had maid service and room service and they picked up and did the laundry. It had one great big king sized bed. A living room, and dining room combined, and a kitchen with every high end appliance you could think of. The on suite bath was enormous, with a jacuzzi tub and a large walk in shower. The closet was as big as my room at home. Full of clothes and shoes and purses. The maid assigned to her is Gloria. And Gloria put out what she thought she should wear the next morning. Gloria wiped her ass, almost. She did everything for her, except she didn't sleep with her. And she did not want me to sleep with her.

Gloria was the maid. She took it real bad that I moved in with her. That my underwear were on the floor, that my bra was hanging from the doorknob, that she had to wash the sheets because I had bled the night before. One night Gloria asked her if she needed her to wash her hair. And she sat behind her, her totally naked, and Gloria very intently washed her hair for her. Then when she was finished Gloria patted her down with a large towel and nothing went untouched. Like I said before, Gloria wiped her ass.

Gloria came in one Sunday morning and woke us up. She peeled the covers off of us. We were both naked from the night before. She laughed at me, you have it so hairy. She laughed and told Gloria to get some scissors and trim everything off. Make my pussy kissable. It was an inside joke because she left me just as she left her. Same cut, same pussy. Now we were both kissable. I asked her if Gloria's pussy was like that? She didn't know, she said that she never saw Gloria's pussy. All I could think about was why not? You let this girl wipe your ass and you have never seen her pussy? But no, Gloria did not cross class lines. With me, she saw me as an equal, although there was no way I was.

It's been two years and six months since I moved in. Gloria is here every day, she fixes meals, picks up dirty clothes off the floor, she changes and makes the bed, she washes and sets her hair. Gloria takes the scissors to keep me kissable, and she keeps her kissable too. When she kisses me, by that I mean kisses me on the lips, Gloria says 'Ay Dios'. When she kisses me where I'm kissable thanks to Gloria, Gloria says, 'Alli van, otra vez' [there they go again] . I've learned a lot of Spanish from Gloria, about things around the house.

I've learned to tell Gloria, 'ella es mi mujer' [she is my girlfriend]. Gloria doesn't like it, but she isn't in a position to do anything about it, so she does nothing.