[Str8]
Every lover in my past has taught me something.
In the same way I can chart my life with songs, musicians and bands, I chart my sexual journey in lessons learned from lovers.
Adam was my first teacher.
I was young. Only 21, just out of college and in my first job. My boss, Ben, was about 10 years older than me. He was a handsome, blond-haired, blue-eyed, 6’2” Ivy Leaguer who started his own company with his father’s money. His chiseled frame made me suspect he had been a rower or a swimmer in college. I was his first employee, something he mentioned every time he introduced me. Every time, except with Adam.
Ben had talked about Adam on my first day working for him. It was a Friday. I was sitting on sleeper sofa in his oversized corner office, trying not to reveal that I had no panties under my short skirt. My red satin garter belt, black stockings, and red bra were all new from Victoria’s Secret. Some women might celebrate a new job with a pair shoes or a purse. I bought lingerie.