She Will Always Be 'that' Girl To Me,

In my early days, college and right after, I worked for a company that made lighting. The owner was an Italian and his wife was the designer. They had a daughter, I will call her Susan. She was very kid's dream of a girlfriend. Friendly, outgoing, very pretty, tight body and affectionate. She liked to be hugged and kissed and felt up. She also liked dirty magazines.

Her father was an addict, he took Playboy, and Hustler, and Penthouse. And Susan would sit naked with me, and we would look at the girls. She liked a certain type, typecasting. Big enough breasts, wide hips. None of the small girls stuff. What she called 'a woman'. She would ask if I liked this one or than one. Sex, playing, and looking at those magazines. I got lots of seduction blowjobs, she wanted me hard enough to fuck her. There was never a blowjob to completion. One day in one of those magazines we read about being 'uninhibited'. That was Susan. Believe me, by then I knew Susan, and all her crevasses. Unlike Susan, I liked my women her size, five two, and one twenty five, small tits, and a tight little ass. I liked her, and she liked these bigger women, five ten, one sixty, large breasts and big asses.

It was during that time that she told me she wanted to try it with a woman, and not to get mad at her, she was always going to be mine, as long as I wanted her. But she wanted to try it with a woman. She wanted to have her face between that woman's legs. Could I understand that? No, not really. She asked, what's it like to eat pussy?

At college, I was in grad school at the time, I had a lab mate. A woman, using her description, not my type, was from Australia doing her grad work. She was a beach woman, tall, blonde with that look, a broad ass and big tits. And standoffish. Never saw her with a man friend and never talked about one. When Susan met her she told me, I want to eat her? Can I? Please? Well, it was more likely, she is the type of woman she was talking about.

It was one day in the lab that I dropped the question. How about a girl, had she met a girl she liked. A girl to eat pussy with? She shot me the evil eye, none of my business. No, wait I said, I know this girl who has asked me about you. Do you want to meet a girl? Because she wants to meet you? And that's when I helped put them together. Susan was overwhelmed, She was unprepared for a woman who ate girls for a living. That woman, devoured her, until Susan fell back unable to continue.

It was a thing for a while, and my lab mate, the Australian lesbian, refused to talk about Susan. But Susan talked about her and I was in the middle. It was on a weekend that we got together and I fucked the Australian, it was a force fuck. Held down, and fucked. And she wasn't happy. Threatened to report me. But Susan calmed her down and told her it came with the package, she couldn't expect me to stand around and not fuck her. From time to time after that we got together, and I fucked the Australian 'bitch'. Whether she liked it or not is questionable, It came with the territory, much against her wishes. She was made for fucking.

Susan and I stayed together well after college into our thirties. Susan played the field meeting this woman and that one, and I fucked a few of them. But slowly, ever so slowly, Susan needed the attention of a woman. Until one day she said she belonged to 'her' not me and I needed to let go of her. It hurt deep down inside to let go of her. I loved Susan, in all the ways a man loves a girl. But Susan's inner self was now out and we remained 'brother and sister'. And that's the way it is today, thirty five years after college. Susan is my soul mate, we are close, but it's been more than a few years since we had sex. No more sex, no more magazines. I have a young girl now, she's in her early thirties and she needs an older man to belong to.