Class Difference Has Kept Me From Her, And Kept Her From Me

The only access I had to the country club was being a dining room waitress. I served tables, all those pretty high school girls in tennis outfits. I wanted to be one if them, but I was a waitress. I saw them come and go in BMWs, Porches, Cadillacs, and other Mommy Daddy cars. As a waitress I was in the background and spoke with other service personnel. What others saw, these girls making out with pool boys, sucking off older men in the bathrooms, these little whores.

I was working the pool one afternoon during summer break. A man pushed me into the men's changing room. By the time I got away he had gotten as far as tearing off my panties. Service girls didn't complain, you borrowed another girl's panties and went back to your shift. A country club girl witnessed the whole thing and she stepped forward and offered to be a witness. I thanked her but I needed my job, and being on the receiving end of an ass grab wasn't worth fighting.

By that summer's end I had kissed her, felt her up, made love to her. She was a rising senior, technically under eighteen. If caught. or if she talked, I wouldn't only loose my job, I could face legal problems. I spent the following year at school thinking of her, when I woke up, when I went to dinner, when I fell asleep. She was worried about our class difference, I couldn't afford what she could. Her summer story was about spreading her lesbian wings with a dining room waitress.

After my third year in college I was invited to a summer internship. I was too far gone, to deeply in love, with a girl who I couldn't see in public. I begged her to see me, we only saw each other behind closed doors. She told me she was in love but I had yo be realistic, she was destined for a country club marriage and three kids and an Irish Setter. Broken hearted I broke off only to fall into depression.

A man from work offered me room and board and salary to keep up with his house. I succumbed to him, I wish I hadn't. My true love arranged dating a young lawyer, and me sleeping with my employer. She cried herself to sleep, I cried in the daytime doing laundry.

I got a call last week, she I formally engaged now. I suppose I could apply for a waitress job at her country club wedding. Maybe I can apply to be her maid and housekeeper.