I Came Out To The Only Other Lesbian Girl In The Department
College for me was the big awakening. My first year roommate was very open about her sexuality and opened her legs for me soon after the first semester started. Frankly sitting on my bed, with her leaning against the wall with her legs apart inviting me to come lick her, was the most exciting and scary moment about sex I had encountered. It took a lot of coaxing from her, until I got on my knees in front of her bed and she guided my face into her love center.
It was my very first sexual act, I had not been kissed. I got kissed afterwards by her, a lot of kissing and mounting and other things, nothing was sacred, all clothes off. She wasn't going to let me go to sleep that night with anything virgin. Exchanging kisses where the sun don't shine, breast play, and of course getting to orgasm. My first, which was slight compared to my second one, which was breath taking.
Over the years I was at college I had three different lovers which can be classified as girlfriend experiences. Our college turned out to be quite open to girls having a loving girlfriend. We had about 20 percent males, and to be frank if you wanted a boyfriend that was the not the school to find one. Some of these males competed with us being feminine. To me, it's a turn off. My idea of a man is my father, who is so far conservative on the spectrum, and quite all male and masculine. Their is a reason why we always responded with 'yes sir'.
I left school to go to work with a nonprofit. The people there were pretty strung out on themselves and after a month I knew I had made a big mistake. I did get a job working for a conventional company, and contrary to what I was warned about, no one cared who you slept with. One girl at work befriended me, and introduced me to the lunch group and other than talking about kids and inlaws the conversations were across the board. I was even asked if I was fertile, very fertile, or not fertile at all. Some girls were not fertile at all, they had opted to be sterilized which I found pretty disturbing. I answered I was pretty fertile, considering how fertile the women in my family were. When asked if I was looking forward to starting a family I answered yes. To the current boyfriend question I answered no current boyfriend.
This conversation set off a full court press on getting me married and mated. Pregnant women got lots of attention and the company was very pro family and quiet rooms for nursing and had a daycare for kids up to three years old when they started preschool. It was a ritual to put your hands on the belly of a girl showing. The open affection between the females was on the very high level, it's just that it was a big sisterhood, not sleeping with each other. So, one way or another, I was set up with single eligible bachelors looking for a fertile young woman.
My friend, we were considered office buddies, was concerned that I had so little dating experience. It took everything I had in me to whisper to her that I had only dated girls. I stopped before claiming I was a lesbian, all this talk about babies and fertility and mating had me going in that direction. I didn't need a doctor to tell me that I was in full blown baby fever.
My male role model was my father and the man I fixated on was a man much older who was very masculine and if I was going to go under, it might as well be him. I let my friend know that is who I considered daddy material. To her answer that I was being way too picky I shrugged my shoulders. A lot of orchestration was made to put us together. A birthday lunch off the property, another girl in his department asking him to escort her, sitting me beside him, no one talking to him. Looking at him knowing I was going under him made the awkward just be that more awkward.
Starving to be pregnant overcomes any hesitations. When the time came for me to slip under him, all I could think of was getting his sperm while he was young enough to raise children. I proved I was fertile. He was cornered into asking me to marry him. I had plenty of experience growing up with a mother and three sisters to know how to play the wife game. The first meal I prepared for him was a three course affair, with a homemade salad and chicken cordon blue, and homemade chocolate cake. I had checked with his secretary for what his home tastes were.
He is a good father to his other children, and he is a good man to be around. From time to time I meet girls that at one time I would have considered dating, but my girlfriend buddy is my coworker. Her hands rubbing on my pregnant belly, the look in her eyes, holding her hands on my swollen breasts, soft warm lips and long wet kisses, there is no doubt in my mind she is now my girlfriend.