My memory of that evening was the hand on my thigh. It was a strong hand, a warm hand and I couldn't get it off my thigh. At first it was on top of my thigh, then it started to reach in between my legs. I was using both of my hands to take it off, then a whap on my hands, a stare into my eyes, and his hand back up high on my thighs, turned in fingering me. I kept my hands on his hand while he fingered me trying to listen to his conversation. I got kissed and he told me he was taking me home right then before I had an accident.

Walking me up the stairs to my apartment he touched my ass, he said it was a great ass and he couldn't wait to get a piece of it. I couldn't work my key. He held me and he used the key to open the door. I turned on the lights and we went straight back to the bed and he took off my panties and ate me out. He stood up looking down on me, told me to keep my legs open that he liked looking at my pussy. He took off his shoes and got off his pants and shirt and told me to give him tits and he fucked me.

People ask me how I know I am in love with him. When did I know I was in love with him. What were the clues. I can't tell them what happened that night, or that I had only met him one time before, I can't tell them that I had given up when I was sitting beside him while he was working his hand up my thigh to finger me in the bar. Or that he told me that night that a great piece of ass is all a man wants. I can't tell them that he fucked me and I had not even gotten undressed.

I made up a story, about meeting him, how he made me laugh, and we went out several times, and one night, just one of those nights with a full moon, we ended up kissing on my doorstep. It really doesn't matter, I fell in love, or whatever you want to call it. He doesn't have to feel me up in a public place, he can do that at my apartment. I know girls that had to give hand jobs or blow jobs in bars. I am thankfully not one of those girls.

I was not a virgin that night. But in many ways I was. I had never been with a man. Not a man, college guy yes, man no. That night I was with a man. He wants a girlfriend, someone to hang on him, sleep with him, pick up his suit at the cleaners. I am not saying this is the type of girlfriend I dreamed of being, but it is the type of girlfriend I am.

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