Between A Man And Woman I Had To Choose Which One To Be With

Let me set it up for you. I was one of several clerical workers, although I am degreed. My boss at the time was a 35 year old Mexican who arrived and stayed after college. She had a make do husband for a couple of years to get her green card. By her own admission, it was purely a business arrangement, she paid and he never touched her. And by touching I mean any touching. She is a born again lesbian and she confided that to me. I am not, but for some reason I am hit on constantly. "If you only let me kiss you, you will know you want me too". Yuck.

Well the department we worked for was headed up by a 35 year old man, who even from my place, I knew to be incompetent. Both technically and as a manager. He was arrogant and belonged to the inner circle of management. Golf trips, fishing in Alaska, while they burned down the company. My boss kept things in our department running. She is a very good manager, and she knows her stuff technically. If she just didn't keep coming onto me and wanting to kiss me. Yuck again.

An outsider showed up one day and we all had to gather while he was introduced to us. He was there at the request of the Board to complete an 'audit'. We didn't know what kind of audit, but we were told to cooperate. Do what we were told and not ask questions. He zeroed in on me, and made me his go between with the department. He stared at my tits, stared, he talked and his eyes never left my tits. He stared at my crotch, stared so that I had to sit to hide my crotch from him. He stared at my ass. He stared at my mouth. He stared into my eyes.

My boss suggested that I let her kiss me, in a more or less public setting so that he would get the message that I wasn't a dick lover. I am, but that is what we did. When she kissed me it was after a lunch at a restaurant before letting me sit in the car. It was a long drawn out kiss, and she held my head to her and she told she loved me. We were seem by the other car of coworkers that had gone to lunch and it spread like wildfire. This consultant heard it too, from some woman who wanted to make points with him. He confronted me. As far as he was concerned he had picked me out of the pack, so why was I behaving like that. No more kissing, unless it was with him. I won't say yuck, and when she kissed me it wasn't as yuck as I thought it would be.

He confronted her and told her when he was done he was taking me with him, so go find a girl elsewhere. When he got me alone he imposed his will on me. All over me, not just a kiss, he made sure that I was a girl in all the right places. Again, no yuck. I let him, from an angry bee to totally compliant. My boss saw it, he made sure she was present, and she witnessed his penetration, which was all show for her.

Well, she wasn't going to take it. She asked me to come to her place on the weekend and to bring a pair of clean panties. She was upfront about it. If I let that 'asshole' touch me, well then I had to let her touch me and prove to me once and for all that I was going to stay with her and not go away with him. It was a full on love making session, head to toe and everywhere in between. The panties I wore there she used as an aphrodisiac. I sat up and she put her arms around me, her naked breasts against my back, her hands cupping me. She said again she loved me. To come live with her.

The audit turned up some conflicts of interest, in other words some management stealing. The boss of the department was fired, along with another two coconspirators. My boss was promoted to head of the department and I was promoted to her old job. She was open about our 'relationship' so no one would come around later and accuse us of some form of nepotism. He offered to take me with him, to go with him and he would make me happy.

I stayed with my boss, and moved in with her and we dealt with the issues of conflict between a boss and subordinate that were lovers. It was all over, it is impossible to think that anyone in the company doesn't know about those lesbians in our department. Our 'auditor' calls to check in on me, and he says the offer is open. He wants me to go to him. If I wasn't already living with her I would probably follow him. And I do miss the whiskers and his hands and his manhood. But, I had to make a choice. To be loved, or to be wanted.