When I graduated I had a job offer. The firm gave me a list of possible complexes to live, and a general overview of the city. If needed, they also could provide me with a list of staff members looking for roommates. It was obvious that renting alone was not going to work, and I asked if they could pair me up with a girl, preferably also a new hire. I was given her name, and contact info, and my name and contact info was shared with her. It seemed like a good choice, other than we had not gone to the same school. She went a private school and I went to a State school. That makes a difference.
After we talked, it was pretty obvious she came from money. She had been to Europe three times. She didn't work during college. She had a nice late model BMW. I was still driving a 12 year old Civic. Moving in with her meant I had to watch my pennies, whereas she would go out and spend money on clothes. When she went clothes shopping and brought them home she modeled them for me, thumbs up she kept them, thumbs down she returned them. Until one of those days when she brought home lingerie. She modeled for me in bra and panties, and changed in front of me.
She took off her last set of bra and panties and stayed totally naked in front of me. She said she was going to ask me, there was no wrong answer. Was I a dick girl, or a pussy girl. I said I didn't know how to answer her. She asked me if I had ever had a dick. She answered for me, no. How about pussy. And she stood in front of me. After a moment, "I'm waiting". "Here, let me tell you what to do. Open your mouth, get your tongue ready, put your whole mouth on my pussy and use your tongue. OK?" She sat on the couch with her legs wide open and told me to get on my knees in front of her and show her why she hadn't made a mistake when she chose me for a roommate.
She was nice and slow with me, teaching me what to do, helping me get over my shyness. Most of the lessons were on the bed, but now and then she surprised me sitting on the table in front of me, or bending over and grabbing her ankles when I was watching TV. As I got braver and we became more comfortable, and we slept together we got into a routine. We can't let anyone at work find out, so careful at work. There is a whole brave new world for you, and we are going there when we want to go out. One afternoon we went walking and we walked into this store and it had all sort of things for smoking dope, and a section on sex toys. We looked through the sex toys and laughed, but she found something for us, nipple clips, we could clip our nipples together and walk around held together with little told chains. The girl there showed us clit clips, which she wanted real bad.
We went out and at certain places where women could drop their shirts, we used our nipple clips. At home we used our clit clips. We got matching tattoos. We traveled. We got a raise and we moved into a nicer place. We bought underwear together, and it wasn't beyond us to wear the same underwear. We had the same doctor and we went with each other when we went for our pelvic exams. We felt like we were adults. We turned 25. We talked about this and that avoiding the subject. Yes we wanted to have kids, and the best thing to do was that we each have a kid, at the same time. Like twins, but from different mothers.
It would be thirty years before we could get married. We splurged and had four kids, all our kids have the same father. If we were feeling a bit raunchy, then we clipped our clits together and made love.
