I was a lesbian after college, whether I wanted to be or not

I was one of several women who entered the company right after graduation. We were sure to call ourselves women, girls was so condescending. I was paired up with a girl from Louisiana, she said she was half Cherokee and half Cajun. Long, with long black hair, dark dark eyes, pants that were too tight, and wore tops with one button to many left unbuttoned. She looked at me in a funny way, and she stood too close to me.

We went to lunch, it was always a group of four to six 'girls', sorry. Some days we went across the street to this Chinese restaurant. She insisted on walking me across the street, by the hand. She always sat beside me in the booth, when we were four to a booth, trapping me inside while she guarded me from the movements outside the booth. He held my hand under the table, rubbed my thigh, and more than once ran her hand in between my thighs up at my crotch area.

She invited me to go with her to this outside art fair. I felt like saying no, but she didn't give me a chance and said she would pick me up at 3 at my apartment. She drove an old truck, a pickup with paint down one side when a bucket was dropped, a dent in a fender. It was a standard, three on the tree. She drove like a maniac. After the fair, we walked around for a couple of hours, she kept grabbing my hand to walk me, we went to her apartment. She lived in a small house behind a mechanic's shop. Kind of scary, really.

Inside she asked me if I wanted to have some Louisiana oysters. She took her pants off, leaving her small top on. Naked from the waist down, she sat on the small kitchen table and opened her legs and told me to feast on her oyster. She had dark dark black hair, her lips were so swollen and her pussy open. She didn't like me hesitating, sit down and eat her oyster. She grabbed me by the hair and forced my face downwards. She was sweating profusely, she rubbed my face in it. Lick me, she told me. And for me to stick my tongue in her vagina.

I have no idea how long she kept me with my face in her oyster, but it was a long time, she went off into orgasm several times, mostly short ones, but then she had a real long one. Only then did she let me come up for air. I wiped my face with a hand towel and she told me she wanted me. She helped me undress, forced me to undress, she ate me and fingered me, and kissed me and sucked on my tits. By the time she finished with me, there wasn't a virgin place on me. She had washed my butt with a washcloth and licked my butthole. Everything she could think of.

I never got a chance to meet any boys, or men. I was set aside for her from the very beginning. I don't know if it was the Cherokee in her or the Cajun, but she was all over me, long and slim with small breasts and brown nipples, she had a very heavy bush of dark black hair, and when her lips opened in her oyster, the insides were dark purple. Compared to my Irish blonde hair and very slight bush and pink on the inside. I spent hours with her arm around my neck and her tongue in my mouth. If I wasn't a lesbian sympathizer when I met her, I was a lesbian lover after she met me.

She looked for and found all these sleazy lesbian bars and hangouts. I never felt comfortable there, but she like watching lesbians kissing. For New Years that year, we went to a 'ball' at the Hyatt. She had me dress in a nice gown and she wore a tuxedo. No doubt about it, she was all woman under her tight pants and her braless breasts bouncing under the shirt when she danced. She kissed me completely at the strike of midnight. She made her point, in case it had missed me, I was her girlfriend. Or lover. Or whatever you want to call it. As far as she was concerned I was a lesbian. And many times I got served oyster at the kitchen table.

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