Lesbian Female / 27
It's All About Lingerie And Sex Toys With Another Girl
Once upon a time I had a good life. Then my father left for another woman, we slowly drifted into poverty, I went from a private school in elementary to a city school in the worst part of town. It was infected with bad apples, dealers, prostitution, addiction, and of course assaults and other things. The gang that ruled our school was Mexican and girls got status from the gang member they were 'married' to. Most of the these girls were also Mexican, but every once in a while a white girl became the wife of one of these gang members. I avoided a lot of that, but saw a lot of it too.
I lived in a fantasy world. I read a lot, loved Harry Potter and was angry that Hermione didn't marry Harry. I didn't masturbate or think of sex. I worked with my mother at the boutique where she was manager and learned everything you ever want to know about women's lingerie. Her store supplied lingerie to men, who were mostly online customers. That's why we carried 'big sizes'. The women who shopped there were all rich (to me) and spent a lot on panties and bras. While I wore Target.
I met several women who my mother classified as 'from the other side of the street types'. But they never bothered me. They were nice and I helped them. One asked me if I wanted to see her after work, but I declined. I left high school much like I started, not kissed, not touched and a virgin and it didn't bother me. The thought of loosing my virginity wasn't pleasant. I knew some of the girls that lost their virginities in high school, and I didn't want to experience that.
My paternal grandmother came through and offered to help me with college. A state school, and I had to live at home. So there was only one school. But I got a college degree. I was lucky, one of my classmates landed a job and she shoed me in and I got my first 'professional' job, and it was the first time around grown men everywhere. My friend told me to choose first, or one of the men was going to choose me, and I wouldn't necessarily like it. But I needed to come to terms with I was going to lose my virginity. She gave me a dildo to practice.
The thought of a man was terrifying. These men looked like ogres to me. I thought of all those nice women who bought lingerie at my mother's shop. I spread my legs, for a woman in financial reporting. She was so appreciative of a younger woman who had no experience. She set out to teach me everything. From how to kiss, to how to scissor with her. She liked us clean shaven down there and took pictures for me. We deleted them after sex. One day she told me that 'Greg' had asked her about me. If I was interested she would introduce me to Greg. Not cheat myself, before deciding which way I danced, I needed to dance with a guy.
I started birth control and after three months a party was set up where Greg would meet me. It was a party of three at her place. The bed was set up, clean sheets, and some very nice lingerie and she supervised me losing my virginity. Lay like this, let your legs 'fall' open, let him kiss you, push your tits against him. She lubed up her finger after putting a rubber glove on, and shoved her finger in his ass to make him cum in me. She was insatiable afterwards, it took a long time for her to get to orgasm. Greg watched. She and Greg had a thing going.
I was used. And I didn't participate again in her game with Greg. My friend was right, choose before they choose you. I chose a safe man, a little older, not some hunk by any means. But nice and he had a good job and I could imagine myself tending home with him. He was appreciative of a woman paying attention to him, and after seven months we got married.
Sex is bland and not that often. He is very active with teaching at the junior college and he likes being married. My friend, the one that gave me the dildo, has sex toy parties for women and I help her. From time to time after the parties we try out new toys and sometimes we end up kissing. But there is no 'Greg' there, no rubber gloves, just soft kissing and we both like breast play but no nipple clamps, and we have spent the evening while my husband is teaching, grooming our vulvas for easier kissing. There is no man in her life, I'm it as far as she is concerned.
Together we are always a 'couple', and words escape and we say naughty things, or "I love you".
I lived in a fantasy world. I read a lot, loved Harry Potter and was angry that Hermione didn't marry Harry. I didn't masturbate or think of sex. I worked with my mother at the boutique where she was manager and learned everything you ever want to know about women's lingerie. Her store supplied lingerie to men, who were mostly online customers. That's why we carried 'big sizes'. The women who shopped there were all rich (to me) and spent a lot on panties and bras. While I wore Target.
I met several women who my mother classified as 'from the other side of the street types'. But they never bothered me. They were nice and I helped them. One asked me if I wanted to see her after work, but I declined. I left high school much like I started, not kissed, not touched and a virgin and it didn't bother me. The thought of loosing my virginity wasn't pleasant. I knew some of the girls that lost their virginities in high school, and I didn't want to experience that.
My paternal grandmother came through and offered to help me with college. A state school, and I had to live at home. So there was only one school. But I got a college degree. I was lucky, one of my classmates landed a job and she shoed me in and I got my first 'professional' job, and it was the first time around grown men everywhere. My friend told me to choose first, or one of the men was going to choose me, and I wouldn't necessarily like it. But I needed to come to terms with I was going to lose my virginity. She gave me a dildo to practice.
The thought of a man was terrifying. These men looked like ogres to me. I thought of all those nice women who bought lingerie at my mother's shop. I spread my legs, for a woman in financial reporting. She was so appreciative of a younger woman who had no experience. She set out to teach me everything. From how to kiss, to how to scissor with her. She liked us clean shaven down there and took pictures for me. We deleted them after sex. One day she told me that 'Greg' had asked her about me. If I was interested she would introduce me to Greg. Not cheat myself, before deciding which way I danced, I needed to dance with a guy.
I started birth control and after three months a party was set up where Greg would meet me. It was a party of three at her place. The bed was set up, clean sheets, and some very nice lingerie and she supervised me losing my virginity. Lay like this, let your legs 'fall' open, let him kiss you, push your tits against him. She lubed up her finger after putting a rubber glove on, and shoved her finger in his ass to make him cum in me. She was insatiable afterwards, it took a long time for her to get to orgasm. Greg watched. She and Greg had a thing going.
I was used. And I didn't participate again in her game with Greg. My friend was right, choose before they choose you. I chose a safe man, a little older, not some hunk by any means. But nice and he had a good job and I could imagine myself tending home with him. He was appreciative of a woman paying attention to him, and after seven months we got married.
Sex is bland and not that often. He is very active with teaching at the junior college and he likes being married. My friend, the one that gave me the dildo, has sex toy parties for women and I help her. From time to time after the parties we try out new toys and sometimes we end up kissing. But there is no 'Greg' there, no rubber gloves, just soft kissing and we both like breast play but no nipple clamps, and we have spent the evening while my husband is teaching, grooming our vulvas for easier kissing. There is no man in her life, I'm it as far as she is concerned.
Together we are always a 'couple', and words escape and we say naughty things, or "I love you".
