For something delicious, have a woman massage your privates

Early on I knew I crushed on girls and never on boys. My mother is disabled and we had a home nurse. She saw me through puberty and rubbed my clitoris helping me achieve orgasm. It was one way, she massaged my new breasts, massaged my clitoris, told me to love my body. She understood my like for girls and pointed out girls to me. I was fourteen when she admitted to me that girls were better. 

Move forward, my mother had passed, I had gone to college. I had a couple of intense girl relationships under my belt, and I still loved having my breasts massaged and my clitoris. I worked in a department primarily with women. But the regional vice president was male, and he was fixated on me. I avoided him, but not always successful he put his hands on me, and said sexual things to me. My coworker, an older woman, told me that sooner or later he would get me, sooner was better. 

It was as expected, he worked himself into a frenzy, I laid back to take it. After he had established himself over me I became his work wife. Really, it's a communal behavior, as the other women helped me. As long as there's a work wife, he calmed down and left them alone. It was ninety percent attention, ten percent sex. But ten percent is enough to get pregnant, not that I did anything to stop it. Subconscious desire. 

Once pregnant the pressure to marry him got worse and worse as I got bigger. I felt good, I liked having the baby in me. My mother would have been proud of me. I was proud of me. But he was shamed by his family, if he didn't marry me his son would be a 'bastard'. We got married, in a flowing dress, everyone noticed I was very pregnant. Heavy with child. 

His son came two weeks later. He insisted on a stay at home mother. I had plenty of time for imagination. I met my neighbor, and told her my secret, of when my mother's caretaker massaged me. She said that sounded delicious, if she massaged me,  I had to massage her. Yes, it is delicious.