He Looked So Sad Part One Chapter One
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Author's Notes: These are my stories, I own them and they may not be used. Don't ask. This is a story involving romance and love and family arising out of loss. It is all fiction, my head and imagination. There are ideations of suicide, get help, I was in the protocol and got help. No shame.
My first day at work was exciting and scary at the same time. I grew up in Poulsbo, Washington, which is way up in the Northwest part of the United States.
Juneau, Alaska is nine hundred miles away from Poulsbo, whereas New York City is just shy of three thousand miles away via car.
We would only get to New York, via driving and staying with mom's boyfriend's mother who lives in Hoboken. Dad's living next to the S'Klallam reservation near Hood Canal, with a nice lady, she brought him back to life after he tired of mom's messing around.
My name is Emily Fitzgerald and I'm eighteen as of May twenty fourth, 2002. I went to North Kitsap and they have a fast start program so when I graduated, I had completed two years of college through Olympic College (Used to be called Bremerton Community College)
I was going to do distance learning to get my four year degree, through a four year partner, Old Dominion University located in Norfolk, Virginia. Project management, information systems, management without authority. I loved it so far.
My job was working in the Naval Base Kitsap, which used to be known as the Bremerton Naval Shipyards. I work as a personal assistant for Teddy Benedict who had been working here for a long time. He was really smart, gentle and kind. He was really tall six foot five inches and he had red hair like me.
His skin was pale and clear unlike mine and I had freckles everywhere. His hair was pretty short and thick, I have never cut my hair, nor did my mom. Mostly, it's in a tight braid that I put in a bun on top of my head.
It makes me look taller. I'm five feet tall and weigh ninety four pounds. What passes for breasts are long pink nipples. I have no need for wearing bras. I was in gymnastics from the age of four and was pretty serious about it, all the way through last spring when I graduated. When I wear heels with the bun, I always wear heels to work three or four inches, well it's as if I'm five foot six or so.
I sang glee at North Kitsap and I got to be close with my two besties, Jeri and Greta. They were both tall and Jeri had missed a grade due being in a bad wreck when she was a little girl, Greta looked so much like her. We were going to prom together, all three of us.
I was pretty sure I was queer already, I had a crush on my gymnastics voluntary coach Julia Smith. I ached when I thought of her.
We had a conference meet on my birthday, she was helping me warm up, doing stretches and some simple yoga movements and she was close to me and her perfume, an orange petal scent pervaded and she grabbed my opposite thigh, part way on my groin and pulled and I shuddered and moaned and I turned my face to hers and we kissed. I said, "I love you."
She said, "I know honey, go win and we will have fun tonight."
It was my best day ever I won on the vault, floor and the beam. Lastly I won the all-around award. Julia was tall and after the meet she hugged me into her massive breasts and gave me a kiss on each cheek. Wasn't until later until I looked in the mirror and saw the perfect red lips on each of cheeks. I started to burn with need when I saw that.
I came out of the meet it was just before noon and Julia was waiting for me. She had one of those cute new Ford Broncos and she waved at me. It was all I could do, to restrain myself from sprinting to her SUV I climbed in with my soft bag with stuff in my hand and she said, "Toss it in the back baby."
Her hands were on the steering wheel and the gear shift as she backed out and gently let the clutch out as we made our way out of the parking lot. She had very long crimson nails with extensions like she was Tina Turner, almost improper for a married woman and with that huge diamond rock, as big as a nugget with a wide band she was married for sure.
I said, "Thank you."
She said, "Oh honey, your eyes following me around for the last few months I could not let that go unrewarded."
I said, "When you're talking to and or touching one of the other girls I die inside. It's like the first time I saw you my heart started pounding. I know you're married and we could not be in public. Know that I will do anything for you and you can do anything to me."
"Anything, " she asked.
In response I said, "You barely touched me this morning and I had my first orgasm. I dream of you. I'm your wife and we have kids. Your hands for God's sake, long sexual fingers with ghetto extensions, I'm wet from watching you drive this car. I am not stupid, when you walked into the gym every single man and half the women could not take their eyes off you. The men were like bulls pawing the dirt and the women, half are like me praying that you will take them, to hell with their families and the other half praying to God to let them keep their husbands away from you."
"So yes, anything, don't kill me or sell me to sex traders, short of that I want to show you my love and for you to know what it's like to be worshipped."
Julia pulled into her driveway on Rhododendron Drive, and there was a circular drive with a huge garage and a much older home that looks to have been part of a rich homestead, sort of the Craftsman style, but three floors a basement, lots of bedrooms. There was a pink 1969 Ford Mustang Mach 1 car that looked immaculate. I was a bit of a gearhead from my dad.
We entered through the front room and went to the kitchen. I walked behind her watching her ass sway and jiggle as she walked. In her heels she was over six foot tall and stunning and voluptuous.
There was another young woman in the kitchen eating out of a jar of peanut butter with a spoon. She was barefoot, tan with platinum blonde air. She had on a thong bathing suit bottom, displaying huge bubble butt cheeks with a pink tattoo of lips on each cheek.
