This is a story that took place just a few years into my marriage. I got married very young - probably a little too young - which is probably what led to the marriage's eventual dissolution. By this point, we'd been married for only about five years and I was in my late twenties.
I've always been a very sexual woman, but even so I was really trying to be good and stay faithful to my husband, Brian. Brian was my complete opposite in nearly every way. Where I was free and uninhibited, having lost my virginity at an early age, he was ultra conservative and even, dare I say, a bit of a prude. Of course, that was what attracted him to me in the first place! He found my spontaneity and exhibitionist streak exciting and I liked the idea of corrupting a good Catholic boy.
Not that I had been totally faithful. I'd had a few brief affairs with coworkers, but I always wound up breaking them off before they could get too involved. I had even developed a bit of a reputation for being a heart breaker, and young male hires were warned not to take my flirty behavior too seriously.
Here's the thing: I'm a big girl. I always have been. Because I'm also pretty tall (over 5'11"), I wear it well. I carry it in my chest, hips, and ass and - honestly - I wouldn't change a thing. Of course, now that I'm over 40, I've got saggy boobs and cellulite, but I still get my fair share of male attention. Back in the day, though, I was always able to turn heads no matter how many little skinny bitches were in a given room. Don't let anyone fool you: Guys like tits and ass first and foremost. I'm an H cup nowadays. Back then, I was more of a triple D. And I've always loved wearing tops that emphasize my assets. Plunging necklines are a must and I find that wearing a long, pendulous necklace gives guys an excuse to look right where I want them to look.
Back then, I was an administrative assistant who had just changed bosses. I was sorry to see Cal go and I wasn't happy about going to work for Doug. Doug was in his fifties, married with kids, and not good looking in the slightest. He was fat, but not in a sexy way. He was round as an apple and sported a triple chin. He was nice enough, but he was definitely a geek. He was the kind of guy who wore socks with sandals.
As disappointed as I was to be working for him, I was glad to learn that he was taking me with him to LA for a meeting. As it happened, Kat, one of my best friends from high school, lived out there and I was looking forward to getting together and hitting the town. Kat and I were known as Double Trouble back in high school!
Kat had undergone a complete transformation in college, though. She cut her hair short and started wearing a lot of leather. Everyone we knew assumed that she had come out as a lesbian, and while I can tell you from personal experience that she definitely had those proclivities, she was still into the vitamin D. In fact, I though that it would be funny to have Kat meet me at my hotel when I got to LA so I could introduce her to Doug. He would have a shit fit when he saw her!
