It Was A Career Opportunity
Copyright Catcher78 all rights reserved
Author's Notes:
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This is a story about ambition and greed and how it changes people and families. All sex is between people eighteen years old or older.
I grew up in a small town in North Central Oregon. Baker City is a town that was founded in 1865. There is are all kinds of old buildings and homes. Lots of farms and farmers, churches. I was a cheerleader at Baker City High School and ran cross country and played fast pitch.
My name is Valerie Benedict and I live with my dad and my step mom. I have two half-sisters, from my dad's second wife and a step brother from his third wife.
My mom, I see in the summer for a month, her name is Justine Wilson. She worked for Community Bank and was a teller. She was and is very pretty. I know more about this now and have more perspective, but she had an affair with one of the owners of the bank and he was twenty years older than her and had property and businesses in Western Oregon, Alaska, South Carolina and Germany. He'd had other wives before she left with him.
I hate her with a passion and always will. On the other hand apparently Dad was cheating on her with the lady who would be his second wife. He hardly ever talked to me after he married Jennifer who was number two, she ran off with a trucker and he divorced her when I was thirteen due to abandonment. Somewhere in there I started cutting my thighs and only stopped during my freshman year at the University of Washington. One of my coaches was alerted to the scars by a trainer on the softball team as I was getting into a jacuzzi due to a tight hamstring. I met with psychiatrist at the UW Hospital, Pepper Schwartz.
I talked to her off on and on the whole time I was there. I was not into sorority bullshit, but I did discover the benefits of weed and a tall blonde roommate's knowledge of how to fuck my brains out.
Stevie was on the basketball team. I just thought I was getting the first friend I'd ever really had, she listened and got me to talk, made me laugh until I cried. We were sitting out on the quad on campus by a fountain, my freshman year, just before Christmas break and it was clear and cold, the moon lit up Mt. Rainier almost like daytime. We were bundled up and sitting on a blanket, Seattle was so beautiful compared to fucking Baker City. She had some edibles, which was way beyond my budget.
I'd had weed before but not since the summer between my Junior and Senior years in Germany staying with Mom and her rich dick. He had children in their twenties and they were gorgeous and rich and I fucked one of the sons that whole summer. Partied a lot, smoked a ton of weed.
I thought the first time I was getting away with something taboo. The next morning, I was woken up by a maid and told to shower and get dressed that my mother was waiting for me. Forty five minutes later, I was in a clinic out side of Dresden listening to her speak German with a nurse, then a doctor. I was tested for STDs, given pamphlets in German on safe sex and taken to a pharmacy for an implant and several boxes of condoms. I was not deterred. It was my slut summer. I hated her all the more for it. The man broke off an engagement and wanted to marry me. That caused a ginormous fight, with her and her rich dick screaming at me.
I said, "He seduced me, until I found out this morning, I had no idea he was engaged. I don't love him, he got me stoned and we fucked. That part was good. Maybe older men shouldn't fuck eighteen year olds. She's lucky, I was not the only one he fucked this summer."
Rich dick left the room. She started to flip shit at me called me a slut. I stood up and got in her grill, I'm six foot one and said, "You fucked half the men at the country club in Baker City before Dad married you and you didn't stop after you married him. Is that old piece of shit my biological sperm doaner, " she turned away from my barrage, but I'd hit somewhere close to the mark, " so not him, who is my biological father?"
"The branch manager at the bank in Baker City. He pays your dad child support. So it was a career opportunity for you. To fuck up stream?"
I said, "No wonder Dad hates me and you fucking deserted me in Baker fucking city. Please get my return flights rearranged I'm going home. I hated you before, but this is depraved. You're just concerned that half dead fuck is going to dump you because his shitty, short-dicked son seduced me. You have absolutely never loved me and I detest you. You get me out of here or I'll ask the dead guy to get me out of here.
I arrived home in Baker City for my Senior year four days later. I confronted Dad and told him what I knew and told him I understood why he didn't love me either, but thanked him for providing me with food, clothes and a home.
Stevie got me fucked up and we were giggling. We were about a foot apart and she reached up and put a strand of my hair behind my ear and looking at her I wanted her badly and we kissed. It was soft and insistent.
She said, "Val, I've had such a crush on you. I've never been with a woman before, but you're so fucking beautiful it takes my breath away, I've wanted to sit on your lap so I can smell you and feel your breath on my face. I've watched videos about girls and I want to make love to you so bad.
It was the most incredible night of my life to that point. The sex was mind blowing, the tenderness, need which led to feelings and love within weeks. She took me home to her family's home in Windsor, California. They had vineyards all over Sonoma county and made some wine for family still, there had been a winemaking operation but they sold it years before. The Russian River Valley is beautiful.
Her mother and I had some time to talk, Stevie and I had not said anything about our love to her parents and were not sleeping together, but her mom saw the looks between us.
"Val how serious is this?"
I looked directly at her and said, "Stevie is the only person that's ever loved me. We don't have the same classes, I play softball, she's on the basketball team. When her team travels to games, I die. I worry that somebody is going to take her from me, or she'll get hurt. I can't think straight. I don't pester her. I feel so safe and protected when I'm in her arms."
"She's going to play in the WNBA and I'm pretty sure that will be it. I'm stuck playing softball and I'm good, but some rich basketball Annie will take her from me. I don't know what I'll do, "and I started bawling.
She hugged me and shushed me and we walked through one of the vineyards that still had fruit on it. She explained it was to make ice wine, a dessert wine that was popular.
"Val, how many other girls have you had a relationship with?"
I said, "Stevie is it. I had a crazy love affair with the son of my Mom's husband two summers ago and broke up his impending marriage. I had no idea he was engaged,
" I gave her the back story.
"I don't think of myself as being queer per se, it's her, If her soul was in a man's body I would love him then. I have no interest in other women."
"Are you a very good softball player?"
"I will pitch twice per weekend and probably be all big ten."
"I'm six foot one, left handed and by the time I release the ball I'm about thirty nine feet from the plate and the ball is going seventy six miles an hour, I threw four no hitters in high school, but there's no professional stuff."
We kept walking, her arm was around my shoulder. "So if you were just a girl would you marry Stevie?"
I nodded yes, unable to speak as I started bawling again. Then she hugged me and rocked me.
"God I wished you were my mom."
