I Never Thought Much About It, Having My Own Trophy Wife

I grew up middle class. At least I thought we were middle class until I grew up and found that we were lower class, or no class at all. I got a job for a company downtown, we lived on the other side of town, where the no class people lived. But this company was for those that lived on the right side of town, where middle class was a big house with a pool and two cars and a summer vacation to Hawaii. It really hit me, one day one of the girls working there, she wanted a better washer dryer, and she just bought it. No credit card, no payments, just paid for it right out. Where I live we use the laundromat, my day for laundry is Saturday morning and then I clean house.

That same girl, the little rich bitch, invited me to her apartment. Just me, just me to visit. Just me to show me her new washer and dryer. In the dryer she had some panties left over from when she washed. In the laundromat if you left your panties some other girl was wearing them. She smiled, but I just couldn't resist. I reached in and took the panties out and smelled them. She was more than a little put off by it. I told her that there was only one way to smell panties, and that was to put your nose right up between her legs and breathe in deep. And I smelled her panties like that.

I was on fire, I kissed her had and told her that she was nothing but a tease. I kissed her again and again and again, while she moved her head from side to side. I kissed her until she stopped moving her head. Then I kissed her the way you kiss your girlfriend, soft and nice and grab a little tit while you are kissing her. I smelled her, with and without her panties. I smelled her until her smell was all I had in my nose. She didn't want to cooperate, kept saying things like it was all wrong, but I had smelled her and I forced her legs open and I showed her how you eat your girlfriend. At least where I grew up.

She was more embarrassed that I was from that part of town. I took her there and she was so uncomfortable, she didn't fit in. She had never seen our kind of middle class. Especially when I kissed her right on the lips in front of my friend Ana. Ana said something out loud, you caught yourself a little bitch.

One day I told her that I was laying back, with my legs wide apart, naked and I wanted her to get her nose in me, to smell me deep and hold my tits when she ate me out. Lots of tongue, fuck me with your tongue. That is what I told her. Of course it didn't cross my mind that our kind of pussies are a real jungle, big black hairy bush. Not like hers, soft hair, sort of blonde, and a nice sweet pink skin. I told her, eat me. She did but it wasn't right. My friend Ana told me that some girls just need to be the girlfriend. I asked Ana to get rid of my hair and I found out that my lips were dark brown, and my insides according to Ana were dark and not pink. When she fingered me and gave me a free one and ate me out, she told me that my insides were purple when I got hot.

So to sum this all up. My girlfriend is a rich bitch who went to one of those big colleges and drove a nice car. She lives in an oversized apartment with hookups for her washer dryer. She wears nice little panties and she gets all worked up when I smell her panties without taking them off. I do most of the kissing and grabbing tits and all that. Ana works on me so that I'm not hairy all the time and she does kiss my lips now and then. The big difference though, is that where I grew up having a girlfriend is all we talked about, where she grew up they talked about a destination wedding to some guy they met in college. Her kind of middle class. But she is a little lezzie, with a girlfriend from the other side of town.