(Part one)
This is part one of a three part series.
I have known that I was attracted to women since I was a kid, but I didn’t want to give it the time of day and think it through. I know I am a tomboy, and I attract a lot of women’s attention. However, considering the family and society that I grew up in, and because I thought it was only my problem, I was scared and scolded myself from acting on it, despite the cravings I was experiencing. So I would curb my interests and pass it off as a joke. By some coincidence, I was assigned as the manager of a new office. Of all the people assigned to my team, I found myself getting closer to her because of her work ethic and efficiency. I find it easier to ask her to do things. Her eyes are beautiful… she has joy written all over her face… and her perfect teeth are beautiful. She makes an effort to get much closer to me. But because I think the work will suffer, and because I didn’t want to be just friends, I didn’t want to be too close.
My arm hurt while I was sleeping so when I woke up, she was fast asleep with her legs on my thighs and her head resting on my chest.
In the middle of this, I got assigned to manage another branch. She also got promoted to manage a branch in the same area, we used to meet for meetings and similar work and so we got much closer. Because she assumed I had experience in the sector, she would come to me for work-related advice.
We got along a little better than before and went into job training in a dorm for a week. We were four women in the dorm. One was a much older lady and the manager of another branch, so we called her our aunt. The other lady was her friend. We were together all the time during training, tea, and dinner time, and we got along better. They thought I was from another planet when they saw the way I chatted with freedom, and my interaction with people. I don’t joke around much at work, but outside of that, I am a different person. We became very friendly, the three of us took down our mattresses and lined them together so we could all sleep together, sharing our stories. I really liked them too.
One day we were lying on the mattress and having a lively chat… She and I were wearing one gabby for two with me hugging her from behind, and our friend was making us laugh. I don’t know how my hands made it under her clothes, but I was caressing her belly. My right hand is not idle, it went up and down her belly, gently tugging at the edge of her panties. My fingers slipped past her panties and went even lower. It was only when I heard her hesitation that I was shocked back to my senses. I was shocked, but I said softly in her ear, “I’m sorry, my hand is cold, isn’t it?” Our friend didn’t understand what was going on. I told them “Let’s go to bed. The training will continue tomorrow morning” and slid down on the mattress. I was very shocked.
My arm hurt while I was sleeping so when I woke up, she was fast asleep with her legs on my thighs and her head resting on my chest.
After the training ended, we returned home. I just forgot about everything, but they kept calling me and saying, “Aren’t we going to meet? You’re like an addiction for us!” Finally, our friend called and said that they are moving houses tomorrow, so she nagged me to go and help out, and I agreed. The next afternoon, we met and when we arrived at their house, we didn’t do anything because they had already packed the main items. We laid down a mattress in the vacated house, had coffee made and hung out until the evening. When I looked at my watch again and again, she said, “we are not separating today! We haven’t handed back the house, we’ve already laid out the mattress so let’s just spend the night and hang out here?” We casually agreed to it. All three of us stayed up laughing until midnight and then we went to sleep. My arm hurt while I was sleeping so when I woke up, she was fast asleep with her legs on my thighs and her head resting on my chest. I held in my laughter, slowly fixed my arm for her and went back to sleep.
To be continued …
