During my first job out of college I shared an office with a girl from Monroe, Louisiana. Like me it was her first job after college. There was something about her, not pretty, cute, just sexy in a way that made me jealous. We became friends and spent a lot of time together out of the office. We had a coworker, a guy in his large twenties who talked to us. That Friday he told us there was going to be a happy hour and we should come. The happy hour was boring and he told us his roommate wanted to meet him at a strip club.

My office partner piped up and asked if we could go, hitting my shoulder, she begged him to take us. At the strip club she asked for a couple of different girls to table dance, she then saw a latino girl and she could not keep her eyes off her. The guys spent over $400 on lap dances for her, very erotic, the more the dances the more erotic, she had her face in her breasts, the dancer hot on the seat keeping her crotch a centimetre from her mouth. The guys were hard, I was wet, my office partner was rubbing herself with her hand. I had never seen anything like it, I had never been turned on by a woman.

We left after a couple of hours, she was still excited about the girl, she told me she had real tits, nothing fake about them, those were real tits. She wanted to go back, have the same girl dance for me, I had to experience her tits, she held onto me telling me she loved tits, tits like that girl had. It was then that she kissed my cheek, she asked me if I loved tits as much as she did. Right then before getting in the car she kissed my mouth, telling me she thought she loved me.

The guys were hot, they wanted action and we went to their apartment, our coworker got her and pounded her, over and over. His roommate wanted it too, he pestered me until my pants were off and he got on me and gave me a hard fuck. He wanted tits real bad, tore off my shirt, I got my bra off and he went into my tits like a crazy man. It was then that I looked over to her, our coworker was on his back catching his breath, she looked at me with staring eyes, angry eyes, I pushed the guy off of me. Stood up and grabbed my clothes and headed for the bathroom. She followed pulling her clothes on. In the bathroom she held my face, yelling in my face that she had told me she loved me, she loved tits, what did I think I was doing. I had Hurt her.

The party was over, we were taken back to her apartment. She told me to sleep on the couch. After a while she came out and asked me if I had misunderstood her, had I not heard that she loved me, before I could answer she told me that those were her tits, once, that was it, once, it would never happen again. Her tits, did I understand that?

Getting into an intimate relationship with her tested me in ways I never expected. She bought tit magazines at the 7-11, went through them page by page, showing me picture after picture, not one of the pages looked like my tits. When we made love, had sex it was intense, hard sex.

I met a guy through an old college friend, he was interested in me. Our first sexual intimacy was a three way with her. There were other three ways, but there were many more one on ones. He had an issue with me continuing to live with her, sleeping with her every night, having sex with her. It boiled down to he shared or we would have to go our separate path, he chose to stay and lives next door now.