Straight Female / 32
Inducted Into The Girl Party
As a young analyst for a bank I met a guy who had interest in me. I got an envelope on my desk and it was a picture of him with a cock in his mouth. I didn't know who left it. I learned later that he was a night time valet and male prostitute. That experience broke all of my sense of being in charge of my life.
I was already in my thirties, still unattached and virgin. I went to lunch with a man from work and somehow the conversation turned to past relationships, and I didn't have a relationship to talk about. He asked me point blank if I was a lesbian. After my denial, he asked me if I was still a virgin. My silence answered the question. He continued to probe and I told him about my experience with that guy at my first job. He was very matter of fact and said that in the city there were all types and I had to be careful. But being virgin was a steep price to pay for it. He was married, but his wife would forgive him, and he took me to a small hotel and did the honors with me.
Not my smartest moment. And afterwards I couldn't shake him. At a company party I had to sit with her. She told me that he had popped her cherry, and how was I doing. Getting my cherry popped at 32 was a little old for that. He had told her everything. She told me she wanted to try something, since we had both had our cherries popped by him. Was I interested in having a party, just the three of us. Slipping and sliding naked in bed with him. Maybe slipping and sliding together, she and me.
She told me he really liked me and he would definitely want to have me with them, and she really wanted to kiss me.
When your brain turns off and stays off you do things that you would never do otherwise. She took the lead on everything, from kissing and undressing, to holding me down for him. "A girl has to know why she had a hole between her legs, and use it". I woke up in the morning in her arms, on one pillow. Still naked. She invited me into the shower and kissed me repeatedly. She was clear that for her girls were always something she wanted. She only stayed with him because he got her cherry. But we needed to become girlfriends.
I was already in my thirties, still unattached and virgin. I went to lunch with a man from work and somehow the conversation turned to past relationships, and I didn't have a relationship to talk about. He asked me point blank if I was a lesbian. After my denial, he asked me if I was still a virgin. My silence answered the question. He continued to probe and I told him about my experience with that guy at my first job. He was very matter of fact and said that in the city there were all types and I had to be careful. But being virgin was a steep price to pay for it. He was married, but his wife would forgive him, and he took me to a small hotel and did the honors with me.
Not my smartest moment. And afterwards I couldn't shake him. At a company party I had to sit with her. She told me that he had popped her cherry, and how was I doing. Getting my cherry popped at 32 was a little old for that. He had told her everything. She told me she wanted to try something, since we had both had our cherries popped by him. Was I interested in having a party, just the three of us. Slipping and sliding naked in bed with him. Maybe slipping and sliding together, she and me.
She told me he really liked me and he would definitely want to have me with them, and she really wanted to kiss me.
When your brain turns off and stays off you do things that you would never do otherwise. She took the lead on everything, from kissing and undressing, to holding me down for him. "A girl has to know why she had a hole between her legs, and use it". I woke up in the morning in her arms, on one pillow. Still naked. She invited me into the shower and kissed me repeatedly. She was clear that for her girls were always something she wanted. She only stayed with him because he got her cherry. But we needed to become girlfriends.
