When Mature Outscores Girl In A Man's Eyes

During my first year out of school I worked for a company that had a lot of first year out of college kids working there. We hung together and made friends. We also went through trainings and seminars and late nights. It was hard work.

I had a two man office. I shared the office with an older guy, also first year out of college, but he had been in the service first. He was quiet and didn't find us fun. Too immature for him. One day this girl, a cheerleader type, she was from the audit department, came up to look at some of our files. We had ordered them from archives and they were in boxes against the wall. She wore a dress, and she kneeled in front of the boxes to look for the file she had to find. Bent over she showed her panties from behind, her panties tight around her lips. I looked at him, and mouthed 'do you like that?'

No, he said he didn't, that sort of thing didn't turn him on. I turned him on. He wanted to fuck me. No nonsense type of guy. Just lay it out there. He took me out to lunch that day, at this small Italian place and told me that he didn't have time for bitches, he wanted woman and I looked the type. He'd fuck me and then make up his mind if I was a 'keeper'.

For a girl with a big mouth, the real thing was anything like I had dreamed of. First of all, he's in charge. It's your body, but he's using it for his pleasure. His slap on the ass came as surprise. I asked why he slapped me like that. To get your juices going, I like wet pussy. He held me down. I wasn't able to move out from under him. Forced down under him. His dick digging into me, faster and faster, then slow and long, then fast again. Always his eyes on my eyes. Then gripped to him, he went in hard and harder and released all his sperm in me. There, for a moment, the way the boys said in high school, I got an injection to cure me of my virginity.

There was a dress code I had to abide by. He was older and expected me to respect that. Don't start eating until had made sure he was served and he had picked up his fork and knife. He liked his shirts ironed, and getting them pressed was expensive. So I ironed his shirts. And folded his underwear while I was there. He didn't like the sound of the vacuum cleaner, so I used the vacuum when he was out. I had a key to his apartment, so I could get the housekeeping done when I had the time. That way his apartment was always neat and clean.

I referred myself as his girlfriend. Like in, who are you? Oh, I'm Tom's girlfriend. Whether I liked it or not I was not only a college graduate but I had to get mature fast. That included everything that was on a woman's plate. Woman wasn't only under him in bed, woman was taking care of all the woman things for him.

And, that little bitch who showed her panties to him. She got it good one Friday night after we had gone out two stepping at a C&W place. She whimpered. Well, I told her, now you'll know not to tease a man.

She is actually my best friend now and has been ever since we worked together. I quit work once I got pregnant and I taught her everything I knew about keeping house for a man and raising kids. My advantage is that I was from a big family from Monroe Louisiana and we were raised to be 'women' not girls. She struggles with being a girl and not a woman. But woman came her way that Friday night. Some men like mature, girls are for when your ten not twenty.