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Lesbian Female / 30

Born A Lesbian I Was Allowed To Be One, Not So Much For My Mother

The way we were brought up was very religious. My mother was the religious one, my father not so much. But as far as how we were raised he told my mother to raise us. Later I would find out a lot about my mother, but as a child growing up it was a very traditional household. We were a family of four, father, mother, older brother and me, little sister. If ever you lived in a traditional household it was mine.

The first lesson I got about sex was having my hand slapped because I was touching myself. I touched myself because I liked it. And I learned not to touch myself in front of my mother. I had a friend Regina who liked to touch herself and we touched ourselves together. We were in second grade with our little legs open and licking each other. At that age you are not kissing and fondling, you just want to get that feeling between your legs under control. I don't know really if I had orgasm at that age, but something had to happen for the misery to stop.

I found out that I could 'sit' on some objects and rub myself that way. Like the fence. I would climb up on the fence while my brother played soccer, and rub myself until my legs trembled. I suppose that most all girls have these feelings, and at school we talked about it. Regina was always my friend and up for some touching and licking. I 'loved' to lick Regina, 'loved' it. We were now sixth graders. And I got my period. Regina didn't get hers until a year later. We went through puberty with all the ins and outs and moody feelings, but one thing stayed true to the course, we were not longer just 'licking', we were fingering and eating pussy. I mean, eating pussy. We were already shaving by the end of the seventh grade and we were out and out lovers. Now we were kissing, now that we had tits we were groping and sucking nipples. Now we were having sex.

We went to prom together, because no boys asked us. We weren't boy material, believe me. The only boy I liked and admired was my brother. And my father. We were having a good time, and most of all we loved being together. Our couch was one of those eight foot couches, but you found us bunched up on the edge of the couch together. NOTHING was ever said to us. Not my by mother, and not by my father. They had to know what we were doing. We could not have been more obvious. We kissed on the lips in front of them. My brother ran interference for us. After we graduated my mother talked Regina's mother into letting her go with me on an art appreciation tour of Europe. It was a group thing of about a dozen girls with two chaperones. At every hotel, every time, we always shared a bedroom. There was no swapping around like there was with the other girls. On that trip we also learned to 'spot' other lesbians.

We went to college together. We roomed together. We moved off campus together. We lived together. A great big one bedroom apartment and we spent half the time cuddled in bed. We had developed separation anxiety. We had become codependent. We were each other's shadow. We know that now, but at that time we were living it. We were gently and later harshly sent to therapy. Not for being lesbians, but for learning to live a little more independently. We knew, but you can't just change. For example, if we were torn apart it was often at the expense of crying.

We live our little quiet life together. We are both teachers, educators. We know how to spot signs in little girls. But we don't interfere. That lesson I learned from my mother. My mother is a lesbian who was forced to get married. That's how they dealt with lesbians when she was a young woman. My father dealt with her the old fashioned way, he had sex with her daily. Until she surrendered to her 'circumstance' and after five years got pregnant with my brother. For five years my mother cried herself to sleep. She never wanted that for me. And my father didn't either. Regina is to them, their other daughter. My mother is codependent of my father.

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# 74022 - by Lesly / October 15, 2024
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    Lesbian Female / 72

    A Lifetime In The Lesbian Closet, Kept There Safely By My Cousin

    My age will tell you that being gay or lesbian when I was young was a social suicide. I first stepped into this life in the tenth grade with an art teacher who seduced me. It was first a kiss, then this, and that, and one day she opened her legs for me and asked me if I liked what I saw. For me it was the first time I had ever seen a woman with her legs open like that. I didn't know what to say, and she drew my head towards her and down until she held my face in her very wet vulva. She later forced my legs apart, and took her turn with her face between my legs and did not end until she had triggered a huge orgasm in me.

    I was very embarrassed at what I had done. The person I was closest to was my cousin of the same age. I confessed to him. He said we should see if I liked it with a man, really a boy he was also sixteen. He forced my legs apart and he put his face in me and didn't stop until I had an orgasm with him. He stood and dropped his pants and got on me and forced intercourse with me until he had an orgasm and I was filled with his semen. I was very much aware of getting pregnant, and of all the days of the month, he could not have picked a more dangerous week to complete himself in me. I got pregnant.

    Between the choice of admitting to a lesbian behavior or agreeing to marry my cousin, I married my cousin. I continued to live with my parents and family and had my first born there. My cousin wasn't supposed to 'touch' me until I was eighteen. But he touched me, and more, and I had a second baby one year after the first was born. Whatever the original plans had been, I was now and forever married to him, and as soon as I finished school I went to live with him.

    Over these many years I have had three long term lovers. The first was the first grade teacher of my son. It was electric, love at first sight. It was impossible not to kiss her and for her not to give herself to me. We were careful, but I confided in my cousin from the very first kiss, and he helped keep our relationship out of sight.

    My second affair I was a little older, and I had an affair with a woman who had divorced her husband and she owned a book store where I met her. Like my first affair, it was electric, and I had confessed to her that I was lesbian from the very first time I met her. She was older and I had to switch roles, but I liked it just as much being the put upon, as opposed to being the one who drove the relationship. That relationship was also covered by my cousin and it lasted over fifteen years. Unfortunately for me, her maid killed her in her sleep one night. Also a lesbian, the maid felt spurned by my lover, and jealous of me. It was up to that time my greatest loss.

    It was ten years later that I found love again with a woman who also volunteered for a political candidate. Also a lesbian in the shadows, we both supported the candidate but she didn't win. We became lovers during the campaign and other than for our age, would probably still be active. We are very close. Again my cousin helped us hide our affair.

    During our long marriage, and our children, my cousin has had his share of young ladies. He has always confided in me, and I met more than one. He has a very deep preference for smart young women, he is not impressed by looks alone. He likes his women small, small breasted, with boyish hips. He likes pretty faces, cute girls. He is a master at the art of seduction, and I've known several of these women before and after. I always got immense pleasure knowing that he was enjoying his manhood with them. I always felt the need for him to reach orgasm, even if it meant that I had to help him. But better still, a young woman.

    But now we are old, and we are going on a cruise. My friend and lover will join us and he will be kept company by his lover, a woman of fifty now. Still beautiful, still cute, still so appealing. We, my friend and I, will share our cabin. And he and his lovely friend will share a cabin. For the first time in our lives we will travel with our lovers.

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    # 74017 - by Mrs. Robinson / October 14, 2024
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    Lesbian Female / 34

    For This One Man, I Melt In His Hands. I Don't Try To Understand.

    I live in New Mexico now with my girlfriend. I have a ten year old. She doesn't have any kids.

    MY passion is art. I have been passionate about art since I was a little girl. She has never found anything to be passionate about. We met after my son was born, I was living at home with my mother. She was divorced at that time, she is now remarried and I had to get out, that man just triggered something in me. We get along, if we aren't in the same room. My father has not been in my life since I was ten myself.

    The father of my son is the man in my life. I don't want my son not to have a father. In my pea brain I know fathers are as important as mothers. That is why we live in New Mexico. For my son to have his father, I have to have his father. My girlfriend is much like me and my stepfather, having him around is hard on her. When he opens the door, the man is in the house.

    I want my son to grow up to be a man. Actually, I want him to grow up to be a man like his father. Hard worker, smart, a man who can stand his ground. Where I was living with my mother it is hard to find a man like that around. Not in that social circle. My son's father triggers the men there. Certainly the man my mother married is no such man. I suppose that I'm looking for my father.

    Of course day in and day it he is just who he is. It's when my girlfriend starts down the path of blaming him for something he never did, just because he is a man, that things get difficult. I have to tell her he is going to be around, he is my son's father and we need a man even if she is against it. I really don't know how she has become like this. Her father is such a nice man.

    I am going to say a couple of things that may sound out of place. Of course I want to be in the arms of my girlfriend, when it comes to making love. But since I was little I liked sitting in a man's lap and getting great big bear hugs. Being tossed around in the pool, being picked up and held upside down. A man's hands, big and strong, melt me down. This man who is the father of my son does that to me. When he puts his hands on me, I bend to his will. I want my son to know that a man is supposed to be able to do that with a woman. bend her to his will. That's what my girlfriend can't understand. If only she could experience that feeling, she would leave me alone about him.

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    # 74000 - by Pamela / October 14, 2024
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    Lesbian Female / 51

    Two Open Minded Lesbian Broads Who Need A Dick Now And Then

    All the men that were around me growing up were not the men that I wanted to end up with. I'm talking red neck trailer park men. I never had anything to do with them, and I can tell you that by the time I was thirteen they were hunting me. I avoided them. I had a reputation and it wasn't nice. And it had to do with swinging for the other side. The truth is that a friend of mine where we lived pretended in order to keep the men away.

    Once we got to be older we wanted to lose our virginity. We decided to do it together. For that we needed two nice guys who would have us at the same time, same place, and not do anything else other than sticking it and taking it out. We had been playing with certain things since we were thirteen, so it's not like the only thing we could take was the middle finger. Our problem was more on the other side, we had delusions that some men had a real big one. And if that was the case, we wanted a real big one. Little did we know.

    We did talk two college boys to do us. The set up was a motel room, both of us would only show our back sides, face down on the bed and they would stick it in and pull it out. That's all. We offered them each $100. They thought it was some kind of a prank, but they went along. It was easily the most disappointing thing ever. After that we no longer pretended, If that is what it was, we would continue on our merry way doing what we had been doing. Of course, we didn't call ourselves gay, but we were gay. I mean gay, lesbian gay. But we were yet to find out.

    We both worked, I was working as a cashier at the Publix and she was working as a receptionist at a Chiropractor place. She filled out their shirt real well. We lived in a trailer, guess what? We were left alone, the men didn't want much to do with a couple of lesbians. That time in our own place was really good times. We tried and did everything we could think of, and everything we saw on porn, and read about. We were both into lesbian cheap novels.

    It was her job that led us onto this man. He was older by twenty years, but he had money and he had an eye for her. She told him she had someone, so he offered us both to live in this house that he owned. Of course, he could come by and play with us. Unlike our only other experience, when he played with us we wanted more play not less. He proved to us that men are not big, but it is how they used it that mattered. We both got into him, and he didn't mind having sex with both of us at the same time. I'm talking we were twenty at the time.

    After a while, a year or so we got tired of it. We wanted to move back into a place just the two of us. For the next twenty years we lived our own lives together. I ended up getting a certification in insurance and working for a State Farm man and she got an LVN degree. We did ok, considering that we made together what no one made where we grew up. Our little place was bought and paid for by the time we turned forty.

    We are horny all the time. We don't mind having a man around and we like being treated to sex together. Not all men want to do that, and a lot of the men that we talk to are a bit too old to keep it up with both of us. We are long over the disgust of sucking cock, and we will take it any way he wants to dish it out. It's about sex, plain old sex, with a real dick and not a rubber one. We have gone on vacations with men. What we don't do is let them into our house. Please don't be misled, we are not looking for a man, we want the spice of a man using his dick.

    We are signed up for another cruise, this one leaves Long Beach and goes down to Puerto Vallarta. We know several gay men who have time shares or condos in Puerto Vallarta, but its more of a gay town not a lesbian town. We have a friend who has serviced us before who will be on the cruise. He is paying his own way and has his own cabin. He knows we are sure thing for him, and as I say we do suck cock now, For him it's a way to get away with two broads, who pay their own way, and for us it's not worrying about who is playing hide the weeny with us. Its our way of getting sex for the sake of sex and for that we need a man.

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    # 73987 - by 'Thelma and Louise / October 13, 2024
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    Lesbian Female / 34

    A Mexican Girl Who Found Love In The Arms Of Another Girl

    As a journalism major it was important to land internships during the summer months. There were those girls that landed jobs at the LA Times, the WSJ, the NY Times. The only internship I was able to land was at the Austin Tribune. I'm from South Texas so it was in my home state. I was assigned to cover the homeless problem, which was growing in Austin at that time.

    The paper made arrangements for me and I rented a room with this woman who was a personnel manager for a company there. A friend of the woman that I had talked to when I got the internship. This woman was in her forties and 'single'. Not married. I guess as a Latina, you expect women to be married. She was a dyke. The first time I was around a dyke. She liked young girls, college girls, but left me alone. Her network included the lady at work.

    The lady at work talked to me one day to ask me how things were going and I told her if she knew that the woman I was living with brought young women home. Oh really? I thought you would have walked across the hall already, she has a real soft spot for Mexican girls. You looked like you could use a great big hug.

    I was shocked, why would she think that?

    Well, I did not know myself. What she saw I never saw. In my home that was out of the question. Believe me, how I grew up you started putting out babies pretty early. If I would have stayed home, at 22 I would have been married with kids already, and the man for me was Ricardo whose father owned the truck shop just out of town. I didn't like Ricardo, which is the reason I went away for school.

    Now I was sitting across from a woman who was fully aware that the woman I was living with had a thing for college girls, and she thought I would have fit right in. It crossed my mind right then that she was also on that side. She was also a dyke and she offered to show me around. Maybe I could meet a girl for the summer, not too young, not too old, just right, who could show me around. This was my are you kidding moment.

    For that summer I was embedded in the lesbian scene in Austin. I had my cherry popped by a girl whose dream had always been to become a large animal vet. She was going to vet school in the fall. She grew up on a ranch and was all cowboy and wore a cowboy belt. She had my ass tattooed before I went back to school, to remember her by. Also, if some other girl got that far she would know I was already branded and I belonged to her.

    Midway through my fall semester she sent for me. Fly down and don't be late. She wanted me to go with her to a wedding in Marfa. Two girls she knew from school. It was my first all out lesbian wedding. I left back for school with an engagement ring. It not so much that she asked me to marry her, it was more of that she wasn't going to vet school without me. I didn't make it to Christmas. I got married before the winter break, in a small intimate ceremony with a few other 'girls'.

    I managed to stay in school to graduate. She was there with me on graduation, showing me off to everyone. If anyone didn't know I was married to a girl, they found out the week I graduated. It was hard that summer breaking the news back home, that I was married and moving to graduate school with her. I managed to get into grad school myself. My parents were mad, Ricardo was pissed, he had let two other girls go by because he was waiting for me to come back from school. The woman I stayed with during my internship gave me a g*ft. Two unclothed girls intertwined in a loving embrace. She has a friend that paints lesbian art.

    That painting, it's 14 by 20, which I thought would never hang on my wall, is now the center piece of my 'art' collection. I've developed an affinity for lesbian art, some of it is not for public viewing, Some of these artist get really carried away, but they have to be supported to. My wife is a large animal vet, and we live in a ranch house with a couple of Mexican vaqueros and their wives. We live outside Santa Fe and are embedded in the lesbian scene. So many college girls come through here. Searching for their connection, that girl of their dreams.

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    # 73930 - by G for Guadalupe / October 10, 2024
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    Lesbian Female / 23

    How Do You Do, My Name Is Robin, I'm A Lesbian

    I m****ted a girl and she told her mother. It was a touching thing, touching her sexual organs, inserting my finger in her vagina. Because of my age I went to therapy. The therapist said I had repressed lesbian tendencies. If I was put on hormones it would accelerate my development, but there was no guarantee that I would outgrow my lesbian desires. Or I could be left alone and I would be a lesbian all my life.

    I was put on hormones, I developed breasts and my hips widened. I looked like a girl. just not 13. But, as I matured I was pretty much a lesbian. I was focused on this girl or that one, but not boys. The other girls weren't lesbians. My teen years were marked by hard crushes, and unanswered love. I was told by my mother, it is not normal, it is bad for you, I would never have aa family, I would never have a husband at the head of the table.

    While I was young before this settled and was irreversible, I should get married, start a family. Set the table for a man. The man they proposed was older, and understood he needed a steady hand with me, and make me pregnant early, right away. That's why I have three children and I'm not yet 25. I play the part, I believe I'm a good mother, my mother instincts are well founded. He is older and I respect him. I set the table for the man of the house.

    I don't feel male, or have any male traits, and certainly my body isn't male, down to my DNA. It's when I dream, when I fall in love, when I reach out to caress. When I see her, the one I love I want to kiss her, tell her I love her. That it is always the way it is.

    I won't destroy my home, my children, my husband. I will set the table for the man of the house. My husband knows I'm not normal, he knows I'm a lesbian, he knows he has to take care of me, be gentle with me, take extra time. I still take hormones to enhance my femininity. To suppress any male traits that may develop. I am a woman with him, always, all the time. A woman with my children, their mother. I am not now, nor have I ever been male. I'm a lesbian.

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    # 73842 - by Robin / October 5, 2024
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    Lesbian Female / 25

    We Are Really Quite Young, But In Our Minds We Are So Much Older

    When I was sixteen I confronted some pretty bad shit. I had a girlfriend of all my life, from preschool. She and I were close, like sisters. When we were sixteen her brother, he was 22, went scuba diving offshore in Mexico and had an accident and died. It was hard, we never could understand what happened. That drove us closer than ever. The only solace she could find was with me, and we ended up playing in bed together. I admit that I liked it, I liked having her there with me, and I found that kissing her and sharing body fluids was something we did without hesitation. Within months we were in a full contact sexual relationship, as well as a deep emotional relationship. Why between her family and mine no one put two and two together is a mystery, but they didn't.

    College was far away from home. As far as we could go, to the far Northwest. Seattle. So many women who were together, it was all out in the open. At school, in the parks, in the mall. It was a thing, being lesbian. For us it wasn't a thing, We got married when we were twenty, but never shared that with anyone. Not even at school. We got matching tattoos high up inside our thighs, so when we made love we could see that I carried her name and she carried mine, in hearts and an arrow. Lovemaking, sex, occupied every minute of our time. Nothing was sacred, we tried everything we could think of. We bought a manual, Kama Sutra for Lesbians and tried every position described in it. Because of that book we decided that we would go to Tibet after graduation.

    We were cautioned heavily about public displays of affection outside of the US, actually outside of the school environment we lived in. People were more accepting, but not if it was their daughter. We kept our hands to ourselves when we went to Tibet, sneaking lovemaking only in bed in the dead of night. After Tibet we stopped in Bangkok to see a friend. She introduced us to the lesbian scene. So many pretty Thai girls, and as we found out, not all of them were girls, you had to know what you were playing around with. For us it wasn't a problem because we weren't looking for someone to have sex with. In Thailand we got a second tattoo, a snake coming out of our vagina. It's freaky. When we clamp our vaginas together, the snakes dance on our thighs.

    When we returned to the US we had decided that we would open up with our families. We would have a joint gathering, hers and mine, and we would stand and tell them we were married. We even bought wedding bands. We also decided that we would adopt the same last name, mine because that's what we settled on. She also said that she wanted to have a son, a boy to remember her brother. We returned home still 23, although we felt we had lived a lifetime while we were in Tibet and Bangkok, but it really wasn't that long. We confessed. Our parents held their breath, no one said a word. Not till my mother got me alone. Her repeated questions was how we intended to have a family, or had we forgotten our biology lessons. She told me that one way or the other, she didn't want to ask how, but I had better give her a grandchild, immediately. Not to waste any more time.

    The father we chose, is a man who always liked me as a child. He is a friend of my family, and is as old as my father. I sat on his lap many times. He bent me backward until I thought my back would break, before inserting himself in me. He then deflowered my girlfriend and wife. Not as gently as he had deflowered me. He pushed hard for us to get pregnant, as many times as necessary. You don't get pregnant the first time, it's a very rare event. It took three months for us to get pregnant. To be regulated to accept a man's sperm. So my mother and her mother each got a grandchild, siblings. We didn't disclose who the father is. I work for him now and spend all day with him, I'm given to him completely. My wife accepts him if he wants her, but it is ninety percent me and ten percent with her.

    We have decided that we will have two more, when these turn two we will get pregnant again. that is still more than a year away. We did name my wife's son after her brother, but we chose to give him her brother's name as his second name. And our children carry my family name, as does she. We turned 25, we feel that we are so much older. But it's good to have our children early, and their father will still be young enough when they finish school and get married. He has decided to let us disclose to our families that he is the father of our children.

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    # 73827 - by Pauline / October 4, 2024
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    Lesbian Female / 40

    When The Shit Hit The Fan, We All Turned Up Lesbians

    I am on a cruise with three other women. We were all suite mates in college, in the freshman dorm. We hadn't met guys, or the guys we met hadn't asked us out. None of us were cheerleaders. It was Friday night and it was raining. We decided to stay in and eat at the cafeteria. We went back to our rooms, like I said a suite set up, two rooms, one bathroom in the middle. A bottle of Vodka appeared and we started taking shots, silver bullets. We got tipsy and one girl got aggressive and tore my top off, and held my arms behind my back to show off my tits to the other girls. We weren't neophytes, we shared one shower and we had seen each other completely naked. But this was sexual and she took he top off and rubbed her chest into me, her arms around my neck and kissed me on the mouth. The last thing that made sense to me was her telling me not to deny her.

    The other two girls watched, one had an old polaroid and took some pictures. Pictures of mouths full of pussy. Pictures sucking titty. And pictures making out naked on the bed. She spent her whole packet of polaroid picture of us naked and in very compromising positions. Our roommate was most definitely lesbian, and by her own admission, and her object of affection was me. I spent my entire college education as her girlfriend. We swapped rooms, and I went to her room and she slept with me. We moved off campus. and we got the room with one bed in it. While our roommates dated, trying to fit in on campus, she kept me. By the time college ended I had lived with her, slept with her, dressed with her, vacationed with her, gone to meet her parents. She was wide open lesbian and I was her girlfriend.

    I went home after college to face the music. She and I were moving to California, the land of lesbians, Oakland. We had found a small one bedroom efficiency, all we could afford in a part of town which was overtly gay and lesbian. Any attempts to deny my situation fell on deaf ears. If I was her lover, it's because she was my lover, she was a total butch by the time we graduated, except for the motorcycle clothes. She shaved me completely smooth, she shaved me. Later I went to a spa for it. The one thing that pissed her off was that she was denied a penis. If she had a penis, she would have shown me how she would fuck me.

    In Oakland I was approached, hit on, touched, grabbed, and pushed around by some pretty dyke lesbians. I had a nickname, Sweety. I was a pillow princess, not active, but not all lesbian girls are comfortable being active. I didn't pull back when I was kissed in public, or when she put her arm around me. By the time we got to Oakland I was used to being touched and kissed by her. I knew what I didn't want to admit to. If there were lesbians like her, there had to be lesbians like me.

    Those polaroid pictures go on all our trips together. Those pictures are the glue that has kept us together. The other two girls decided a long time ago that they would forego any male companion. They had each other so why bother. They live in Austin where we went to school. They are an open air couple. Just not butch and fairy princess. When they kiss they mean it. Each year we get together and we tape the polaroids to the wall of the cabin, and we have a free for all, all naked. We 'eat' pussy, that's what we are there for. It's our annual vacation. We never miss it. Even I eat pussy. It's an obligation.

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    # 73817 - by Valerie / October 4, 2024
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    Lesbian Female / 55

    Snake Bit And What Happened Afterwards

    I'm well aware that this is complicated. I was in the eleventh grade and I had a crush that wouldn't end on another girl. She knew it, but she was more 'ick' than anything else about it. In any event she went camping with her family that summer and she was bitten by a rattlesnake. It was beyond serious and she was so sick you can't believe it. While she was in the hospital she believed she was dying and asked for me to fly out because she wanted to say something to me. My parents agreed and I flew out to Phoenix, and I went to the hospital. Behind closed doors she swore up and down that I had to keep my mouth shut, but she had a crush on me too and she wanted me to know it. I kissed her and she let me and asked me to kiss her again.

    She was saved but the feelings of dying wouldn't leave her alone. We went to our senior year together and we got close and personal, it was a blown out of control thing. And in front of her parents. My parents got the story second hand, we were cautioned in school about showing affections. We were both counseled by the school counselors and told to get professional counseling because our behavior was atypical and in any event. did we really want to spend our lives that way?

    It was the beginning of cell phones and we shaved our pussies together, meaning I shaved her and she shaved me, and we had this other girl take a picture of our pussies. No faces, just pussy and hips. We shaved after that, meaning we shaved each other. We had gone into a phase of non stop oral sex, and making love to our pussies. I mean 'make love', until we managed to get to an orgasm. In our school we were the only out and out gays, lesbians in our case. But there were gay guys and other lesbians, but not out in the open.

    The school put up with it because of my girlfriends close call with death. And they attributed our behavior to that. Which is true, it did cause us to open up to each other and to move onto the next step, physical affections and out and out sex with each other. We left school after graduation and went off to college with the other thousands of students. In our college there was a lesbian community, hurray for California. We joined and were quite active. Parade time, showing off, we even went topless for one parade in San Francisco. We were active, and by that I mean active socially and out in the open. We kissed in restaurants and the mall. It wasn't something people were used to.

    After graduation we lived together. We had a neighbor, a guy who we liked well enough. he did our 'man' errands for us. And in return we did the 'woman' things for him. Laundry and cooking. We were sitting around with nothing better to do and he offered to get rid of our virginities. If we wanted. We ended up doing 'it', two girls and one guy who couldn't get enough of it. It was a once and only thing, but we did it, and we could as well have never done it. We weren't into it, and never did it again.

    Now we are middle aged broads, two lesbians who live in the Bay area. We are not active socially with the gay community, and we don't attend any of the open air events. We only go topless with each other. In 2019 we got married on the QT. No noise, nobody's business. We went on a 'honeymoon' cruise and met this wonderful couple who were celebrating their thirtieth anniversary. We joined them for dinner and we were open about being lesbians and this was our secret honeymoon. These people who were so square were so open about it. Who cares? Why do you hide it? We showed them our picture, she was WOW beautiful pussies, he pretended it was beneath him. In the bathroom she told us that when she was young and beautiful she had kissed a girl, but she wasn't shaved.

    We are now more open, we are openly married, and our families have accepted what at one time was taboo. I guess the expression snake bit, is real. It scared us into being true to ourselves and the rest is history. Here's to our fifth anniversary, of being legally married.

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    # 73779 - by Louise / October 2, 2024
    • - Lesbian Stories -
    Lesbian Female / 29

    Post College Lesbian Girlfriends

    My lesbian college girlfriend wanted the good things in life, husband, children, house with a yard, vacations. She married a software engineer after graduation, and I went into the poor house pursuing my 'art'. After her first baby she introduced me to a friend of her husband's. He is a builder, a fraternity brother. Marry him, get all the nice things, including children.

    Our husbands play golf on weekends, we do housework and child rearing. When the big cats are out, the girl cats are playing. We make love. They fuck. Big difference.

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    # 73772 - by Vivian / October 1, 2024
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