I Can't Say How Much I Like Being With My Girlfriend

Life in the hood was hard. Unemployment was rampant. Underemployment a fact of life. I had my sociology degree and accepted a job working for a research company doing field work. That's how I met her. She worked part time as a clerk in a gas station. Spent her free hours pumping iron. Hard body was all over her, hard ass, hard abs, hard thighs, arms and I imagined her slit up front. I was in love, seriously crushed on this girl. I had never had a girl crush before.

I had laid back before with a man on top of me, but a girl? Never. Now I was on my back, my legs open, my shirt open, my bra on the floor. She came straight at me, her chest so tight not even a wiggle, her hips grinding into me, her clit erect and hard arousing me. She leaned forward kissing me, I went AWOL, lost my dignity, had an orgasm, kissed her clit and stung my tongue in her.

Days turned to weeks, weeks to months and I was ever more hers for ever. A girl like me with a girl like her was trouble, I would never take her home with me. I met some of her friends, all much harder than I would ever be. Fortunately she ran interference and didn't let any of them come after me.

I finished my project, returned to where I came from. But only long enough to resign my position and return to her in the hood, and be her soft girlfriend.