"So, what happened to you yesterday, why didn't you come to church?" She asked as we walked through the door to begin another dreaded Monday morning at the dingy and dimly lighted pants factory which we worked at.

"It's complicated, very complicated," I replied. "I have time," she said.
"Are you open minded?" I asked. "Yes," she said. "Okay, here goes," I replied.
"You know how religious my family is right?" She nodded her head in agreement. As we walked down the aisle, "Well, they found out that I had been doing some things they didn't agree with."
"Like what?" she asked. At that point my body heat escalated to 110 degrees because I was about to tell the woman I have been attracted to for the last two years that I'm gay.

"What have you been doing?" she asked. Sleeping with a man was her first reply, with a married man her second and after I said no to both, she gave up. "It's not a man, married or single," I told her in a very skeptical tone. "It's another woman," I said.

By that time she had begun to work on her pants, not changing her facial expression one bit. "Is that it?” she asked. "Yes," I replied. "Well?" "Well what?" she asked. "Aren't you gonna condemn me and send me to hell like everyone else?" I asked. "Nope," she answered. I was blown away, the woman I had become attracted to and wanted for the last two years, wasn't bothered by the fact that I was gay.

Over the next couple of years our friendship grew, but because she was married, and other factors such as, the age difference, she was 40 and I 28, and we were members of the same church, we were involved in the same church activities, and we car-pooled to work everyday, along with my cousin, I never over-stepped my boundaries. And even though we spent more time together than she did with her husband, she knew I felt something for her, but she didn't want to make the first move.

My feelings for her were deep, possibly love, and at times I acted like an ass, because I knew if I treated her like shit or if I didn't say anything to her, she wouldn't say anything to me and I knew that was shitty, so that’s why I had to do something about it, I wasn’t being fair to her.

One day while I was on my lunch break, I worked up enough nerve to walk back to her machine and tell her just how I felt about her. I sat down in front of her while she worked and began.

“Can I talk to you for a minute?” I asked. “Sure, what’s on your mind?” she said. "Well, it’s like this,” I began, “I sometimes see you in ways I think I shouldn't." "And how's that?" she asked. "I am very attracted to you and I would love to show you exactly what I mean," I said. "I would love to give you a bath and make love to you for hours," I said. Never stopping to look up at me, for the next 20 minutes, I continued telling her what I wanted to do to her and how I wanted to do it. The whole time I was talking, she never paused or stopped what she was doing. I felt very nervous and wondered what in the hell did I just do. I must admit that was the longest walk I ever made, from her machine back to mine. I could feel her looking at me all the way back to my machine, which made me both excited and nervous, but I never turned around to look at her.

Less that a week later, we were both laid off our jobs. My cousin, who is a supervisor, was not laid off, and since we all rode to work together, we had to take her a car.

As we drove back to my cousin's house, it was a very quiet 30 minutes, nothing was said. We got back to the plant to deliver my cousin her car, and once again we started back to my cousin's house to pick up my car. This time the conversation was different, very different.

"Have you thought about what I told you last week?" I asked, as she reached to turn the volume down on her car stereo, as if she were waiting for this discussion.
She looked at me as if I had lost my mind, "That's all I've been thinking about," she replied. "So, what are you gonna do about it?" I asked. "I have no idea," she answered.

By that time we pulled up in my cousin's driveway. "You wanna go in and talk about it?" I asked.
"No, I don't think so," she replied.
"Okay, " I said.
"Well can I at least have a good-bye kiss?" I asked in a playful tone. At that moment she leaned over and kissed me, tenderly and passionately. I was both surprised and satisfied.

As I got into my car, she drove off, down the road; all I could do was smile. I began to drive away and I saw her pull over to the side of the road, I pulled up next to her and asked her if she was all right, she said she was.

"Then what's wrong?" I asked.
"Nothing," she said.
"Then why did you pull over?" I asked.
"I'm not sure," came her reply.
"What do you want?" I asked her.
She replied with, "I don't know, but I know I don't want to go home right now."
Once again my body temperature jumped to 110 degrees. "You wanna go back to the house and talk about?" I asked.
"Yes," she said.

As we entered the house, she sat in the chair and I on the couch. We did very little talking, but a lot of looking, checking each other out, as if we were on our first date. I looked at her like I had never looked at another woman before; I wanted her so bad and could taste her even more.

"Can I kiss you?" I asked. She nodded her head. I got down on my knees and "walked" over to her. A sign that I was submitting myself to her, her every wish was my command. As our lips touched, I felt the explosive energy I had held inside for two years. As her tongue began to caress mine, I felt the juices overflowing from my body. My pussy was so wet you could slide to the Himalayas and back. I slowly began to take her clothes off, beginning with her shirt. Caressing her breasts and rubbing her nipples with my fingertips. My hands sliding down to her shorts, I slowly unbuttoned them. As I started to kiss her breasts, I noticed that her nipples were hard and she began to moan. I licked her breasts in a circular motion, one then the other. And before I knew it, she was out of her shorts. My tongue made a trail from her breasts to her belly button, stopping only to stick my tongue in her naval and lick around it.

As I slid down to her womanhood, she still had her softly scented panties on, but by this time they were soaked from the intense foreplay. As I slid her panties off with my teeth, I finished my path from her naval to her clit. I licked the tip of her clit with my tongue, starting off slowly, in a circular, soft, and seductive motion. Her body moving with the rhythm. The harder I licked, the louder she moaned. Then in a slow and seductive way, I opened my mouth and sucked in her juices as if it were a piece of hard candy. As I sucked on her now wet and tasteful pussy, I played with her hard and erected nipples. For the first time in my life I had had an orgasm making love to a woman. She was so tender, sweet, and sensual. She tasted like nothing I had ever tasted before. Never before had I experienced such a love, such a session, such a passion and it became known as "The Day We Came To Be."

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