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Lesbian Stories
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Lesbian Female / 25
When You Fall In Love With A Woman That Has A Daddy
The small world that we all live in. I got a job at a company on the recommendation of a friend of mine in the outside world. She is my mentor navigating the lesbian world. We were never lovers. This company is large, but the headquarters is around fifty people. In the accounting department I met this girl Silvia. She became my fixation. I found out she worked out in the morning, and my mentor told me that one of the benefits was a free membership at the gym in the building. Silvia worked out in the morning and I joined the morning cycling workout for women with her. I sat directly behind her and I fell of my cycle because I was paying attention to her. She took care of me. I couldn't believe how strong she was and her muscles tone was out of this world. I let her lay me down on a bench and examine me for any injuries. After she looked me over she said 'you're pretty'.
My mentor told me that Silvia had a man that looked after her. To her knowledge she had never discussed her sex life, but definitely a man looked after her. She lived in a condo by the river and drove a Lexus. And this man was not her father. I continued to work out with Silvia on the slim chance she would notice me, I felt immediately that she was lesbian, I could feel it when she lifted me. The way she touched me, this wasn't a normal girl.
Since we worked out together (now I had to use the cycle beside her) we did weight training and leg exercises. She asked me it there was something wrong with her crotch because I spent all of my time looking at her. I had to answer her and I said I couldn't help it, I thought she was so amazing. And as an afterthought, I told her I thought I was in love with her. It was always trouble to fall in love with someone you worked with, even if that someone was responding to you. When we left the gym and were in the elevator, she kissed me, but warned e that was ONCE, I really needed to find a girlfriend.
Her situation with that man that took care of her bothered me more and more and I became very jealous. "He's a man, that's it" "Don't make up things in your head" "He's a man, and as you well know I'm not man friendly". I wanted to kiss her so bad but she held me off "I told you, ONCE". But I couldn't accept it.
A few weeks later my mentor asked me to lunch and Silvia showed up. She asked me for my lesbian card and license. Give me your credentials. She talked with my mentor and laid out the conditions. Nothing, absolutely nothing could go on at work, not even a smile. She reserved exclusive rights with me, no dating, not even flirting. I was not to talk to or in any way become friendly with AJ, the man that owned the condo. What happened when she was with him was none of my business. I was second, not him. He was first in everything. If I didn't like the conditions, then float away and find another woman to fixate on.
I had to accept that sleeping with her meant I had to plan for it when her sleeping commitments with him allowed it. When we did sleep together it was one hundred percent lesbian, not a single word was discussed about him. It's like he doesn't exist. My mentor worked with me controlling my jealousy. But one day I made a mistake and I went to her place and I did what I always do, I went up the elevator without ringing her apartment. I walked in on them.
'Who's this?' he asked her. I had opened the door with the key she gave me. She's a butterfly, flies around and leaves. He asked me direct questions, about how it was that I have a key and I was able to get into the garage without having to call up to her. So Silvia corrected herself, "she is my butterfly". And she is here without permission.
Once the ice was broken with him, I saw him from time to time, with her permission. I know that he is there all night because his car is there, because those times I came around in the morning, the bed was unmade and his shoes were beside the bed. I knew because he had shaved in the sink, before she was able to wash away his whiskers. Silvia is his lover, and he is her keeper. And I'm her butterfly, fluttering around her.
My mentor told me that Silvia had a man that looked after her. To her knowledge she had never discussed her sex life, but definitely a man looked after her. She lived in a condo by the river and drove a Lexus. And this man was not her father. I continued to work out with Silvia on the slim chance she would notice me, I felt immediately that she was lesbian, I could feel it when she lifted me. The way she touched me, this wasn't a normal girl.
Since we worked out together (now I had to use the cycle beside her) we did weight training and leg exercises. She asked me it there was something wrong with her crotch because I spent all of my time looking at her. I had to answer her and I said I couldn't help it, I thought she was so amazing. And as an afterthought, I told her I thought I was in love with her. It was always trouble to fall in love with someone you worked with, even if that someone was responding to you. When we left the gym and were in the elevator, she kissed me, but warned e that was ONCE, I really needed to find a girlfriend.
Her situation with that man that took care of her bothered me more and more and I became very jealous. "He's a man, that's it" "Don't make up things in your head" "He's a man, and as you well know I'm not man friendly". I wanted to kiss her so bad but she held me off "I told you, ONCE". But I couldn't accept it.
A few weeks later my mentor asked me to lunch and Silvia showed up. She asked me for my lesbian card and license. Give me your credentials. She talked with my mentor and laid out the conditions. Nothing, absolutely nothing could go on at work, not even a smile. She reserved exclusive rights with me, no dating, not even flirting. I was not to talk to or in any way become friendly with AJ, the man that owned the condo. What happened when she was with him was none of my business. I was second, not him. He was first in everything. If I didn't like the conditions, then float away and find another woman to fixate on.
I had to accept that sleeping with her meant I had to plan for it when her sleeping commitments with him allowed it. When we did sleep together it was one hundred percent lesbian, not a single word was discussed about him. It's like he doesn't exist. My mentor worked with me controlling my jealousy. But one day I made a mistake and I went to her place and I did what I always do, I went up the elevator without ringing her apartment. I walked in on them.
'Who's this?' he asked her. I had opened the door with the key she gave me. She's a butterfly, flies around and leaves. He asked me direct questions, about how it was that I have a key and I was able to get into the garage without having to call up to her. So Silvia corrected herself, "she is my butterfly". And she is here without permission.
Once the ice was broken with him, I saw him from time to time, with her permission. I know that he is there all night because his car is there, because those times I came around in the morning, the bed was unmade and his shoes were beside the bed. I knew because he had shaved in the sink, before she was able to wash away his whiskers. Silvia is his lover, and he is her keeper. And I'm her butterfly, fluttering around her.
