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Lesbian Stories
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Bi-Sexual Female / 32
My Life So Far, I'm Shared Between My Husband And My Girlfriend
I finished growing up in a foster home. My foster parents were very nice to me and they wanted me to go to college, but they were retired and didn't have a way to pay for me. I attended a junior college for a semester but I had to work full time and had to quit. I got on with a lady who did hair and she said she would teach me, but that didn't happen either. At 19 I decided to join the Navy.
There were a lot of kids like me, poor, broken homes, abused, limited education. At least I could read and write and passed my tests pretty easily. After basic I went to electronics school for maintenance and was assigned aboard a ship in the Mediterranean. See the world. Aboard the ship life was very regimented and although the women had quarters, it was impossible to get alone time. By then I had pretty much settled on that my preference was with another woman, my high school messing around had taught me that.
I met Clair on board, a girl from Kentucky. Long and lean, she butch cut her hair and kept her bush shaved back, made you want to fall to your knees and start eating. Our messing around mostly happened when we had shore leave. All we did was fuck. She had her things she liked, and a lot of it involved holding me down, or by the hair and ordering me around. Not that I minded, I liked those kind of orders. We improvised on board and a lot of it was visual. You know, sitting drying your leg off and showing your open twat to your girl. She liked getting a peak at my nipples, but it was only games, on board you couldn't really do anything.
We were both discharged at the same time and went to live in San Francisco, really Oakland but who's looking up your address, a run down dump of an apartment that smelled like piss in the hallways. We got jobs, I worked for a factory doing work for the Navy and she worked at a gym as a personal trainer. Believe me when I say she is a hard body, a perfect specimen, if you like women. Doesn't really turn me on, she comes across butch just standing there. But lots of women who wanted a butch military woman telling them what to do.
We turned 25, it seemed like forever when I left home and went into the Navy. My foster parents were always glad to see me, but I kept my behaviors secret with them. Why ruin their day. They asked about boyfriends and when was I going to have children and I told them I was dating. But there weren't going to be any babies, not something my girlfriend could help me with. Until one day I took her to meet them. She's so masculine, she was so buff right then that you had to believe she carried a package between her legs.
Oh well, it had to happen. Sorry Grace, but your girl is a lesbian. Always have been Grace. Remember Rachel, first pussy I ate Grace. I've always been attracted to butch looking women. Rachel by the way was captain on the varsity softball team. I never could get anything going for some tiny effeminate squeaky voiced girl.
My girlfriend and I stayed together for much of our twenties, but then a younger me showed up at the gym and she couldn't resist her and that led to us breaking up. The zing was gone, we had become sisters.
I'm writing this from New Mexico where I live with my husband and my son, he works for an oil company and makes good money. I sold out for the money really, he used to work in China, but then got transferred to Africa, he works a month on a month off which gives me time to have a close relationship with Anna, she's a nurse at the county hospital. He says he doesn't mind, as long as he gets my undivided attention when he gets home. And she knows all about him, and she's ok as long as he knows she's getting my undivided attention when he's gone. Anna by the way fits the image of every woman I have had a crush for, solid, tough, short hair, walks like a man, until you get your hand up between her legs and their ain't no junk there.
There were a lot of kids like me, poor, broken homes, abused, limited education. At least I could read and write and passed my tests pretty easily. After basic I went to electronics school for maintenance and was assigned aboard a ship in the Mediterranean. See the world. Aboard the ship life was very regimented and although the women had quarters, it was impossible to get alone time. By then I had pretty much settled on that my preference was with another woman, my high school messing around had taught me that.
I met Clair on board, a girl from Kentucky. Long and lean, she butch cut her hair and kept her bush shaved back, made you want to fall to your knees and start eating. Our messing around mostly happened when we had shore leave. All we did was fuck. She had her things she liked, and a lot of it involved holding me down, or by the hair and ordering me around. Not that I minded, I liked those kind of orders. We improvised on board and a lot of it was visual. You know, sitting drying your leg off and showing your open twat to your girl. She liked getting a peak at my nipples, but it was only games, on board you couldn't really do anything.
We were both discharged at the same time and went to live in San Francisco, really Oakland but who's looking up your address, a run down dump of an apartment that smelled like piss in the hallways. We got jobs, I worked for a factory doing work for the Navy and she worked at a gym as a personal trainer. Believe me when I say she is a hard body, a perfect specimen, if you like women. Doesn't really turn me on, she comes across butch just standing there. But lots of women who wanted a butch military woman telling them what to do.
We turned 25, it seemed like forever when I left home and went into the Navy. My foster parents were always glad to see me, but I kept my behaviors secret with them. Why ruin their day. They asked about boyfriends and when was I going to have children and I told them I was dating. But there weren't going to be any babies, not something my girlfriend could help me with. Until one day I took her to meet them. She's so masculine, she was so buff right then that you had to believe she carried a package between her legs.
Oh well, it had to happen. Sorry Grace, but your girl is a lesbian. Always have been Grace. Remember Rachel, first pussy I ate Grace. I've always been attracted to butch looking women. Rachel by the way was captain on the varsity softball team. I never could get anything going for some tiny effeminate squeaky voiced girl.
My girlfriend and I stayed together for much of our twenties, but then a younger me showed up at the gym and she couldn't resist her and that led to us breaking up. The zing was gone, we had become sisters.
I'm writing this from New Mexico where I live with my husband and my son, he works for an oil company and makes good money. I sold out for the money really, he used to work in China, but then got transferred to Africa, he works a month on a month off which gives me time to have a close relationship with Anna, she's a nurse at the county hospital. He says he doesn't mind, as long as he gets my undivided attention when he gets home. And she knows all about him, and she's ok as long as he knows she's getting my undivided attention when he's gone. Anna by the way fits the image of every woman I have had a crush for, solid, tough, short hair, walks like a man, until you get your hand up between her legs and their ain't no junk there.
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