I'm Getting Butterflies In My Belly

I have this woman that I work with. She says she's the lady for me. I haven't had a lady in my life, a couple of one night stand sort of things. She took me home with her and I met her mother and two of her sisters. She told her mother I was her lady friend. She's doesn't hold back. Her sisters asked me if I was the man? I said no, if they wanted to check me out, they would be disappointed, I did not have a dick.

This has been going on for a long while now, at least three years. She wants to get married, make it formal. I'm not even 'out'. I keep a very low profile, and I don't like that she posts things about us on fb or other social media. My family is far away, on the other side of the country, so unlikely to find out. I also use a nickname, I don't use my real name.

I came out here after college. I tried out the dating sites and the local 'bars' but never got comfortable with it. I'm an introvert. She's all about party, party party. Definitely she wants to play that hand out in the open. I am just not comfortable out there like that.

I tried at first to break it off, but she's possessive about that. She gave me a 'sculpture' she had made of her vulva. The artists takes a wax impression and then renders it in bronze. It's expensive, but she wants that displayed openly in the house. Her vulva, so I remember her like that. She had other displays, she likes to 'show' off. Several nude photographs taken by some prior girlfriend. In her life it's come hither and fuck me.

I can't hold her off any more, I have the ring and the date and the place to show up. We are not walking down the isle, we meet under the canopy, her sister and my best friend, who is the only one I've ever said 'I'm a lesbian', will stand with us. It's this Saturday at six o'clock.