At junior high I went to an all girls school, religious based. I was sent there so that I would not get in trouble with a boy. My mother was over preocupied with me getting knocked up. She shouldn't have had to worry, I don't really like boys and although I did it out of peer pressure I did not like getting fucked. I was seven or eight when I first started liking girls, at ten I was madly in love with my neighbor, she was the perfect cheer leader, sixteen and had an athletic body. Also, she was my sister's friend and I got to see her pretty naked several times, when she would come over to swim in our pool. I dreamed of her and I dreamed of making out with her, I didn't quite know how we were supposed to make out, but I dreamt of long kisses and boob touching and kissing. It was also at this age that I first inserted my hair brush in my vagina, following my sister's lead.

I got my first chance at an all kissing session with a new girl at school, she was from Colombia, pretty like you can't believe, she had more boys in love with her than any of us could count, but she was queer just like me. She had experience, and once she got a hold of me, we were off to the races. We made out, we got naked together, we kissed each other every where, including our vaginas and of course our boobs, she love sucking boobs and I loved having my boobs sucked, so there was perfect symetry. And I loved inserting things in my vagina, and she had her mother's dildo, a long hard rubber dildo in the shape of a penis, which she worked in and out of me. It was only later, when I was older at school and started to get fucked by boys that I realized that the dildo was oversized.

My Colombian girl friend, Carmen, and I stayed a couple for all of high school and on past college until we settled down for an honest to goodness household. But at school being queer was a no-no, and we allowed our selves to get dated and we allowed our selves to get fucked by boys. We would then compare stories, while we made out with each other. There was something that raised my sexual energy, getting fucked by a boy and then getting with Carmen to do it all over again (by then I knew what to do).

One day in the eleventh grade I got very scared, I missed my period and I was sure I was pregnant. Carmen and I counted the days, and nothing, two months went by and nothing, on the third month I had a real bad case of morning sickness, and that is when we admitted to ourselves that I was probably pregnant. I was. This would be my first child. Curious as it was, once I found out I was pregnant I was ok with it. Being pregnant, other than for those several weeks in my third month, was not hard, and child birth was relatively easy. After the baby was born, that is when we, Carmen and I, came out to my parents about being queer. But at least we had our baby.

In college we tried to get Carmen pregnant. Of course we were not about to tell the boy, he was just the fool we were using. But Carmen had trouble getting pregnant and we were unsuccessful, so I became pregnant again. The boy was told and all, and we said we did not want his 'support', but he gives it anyway. That and the support from my first child, allowed us to move into our first apartment. We played house. With two small kids, that is all we could do, was played house, we had no money and we had no time for fun.

When Carmen was 27 we decided that we should try again to get her pregnant. This time we went to a doctor, who told us there was nothing wrong with Carmen, it must have been the boy. He also suggested that we should not involve a guy unless he was 100% in favor of it (our doctor is our family doctor and he knows both of the father's of my kids). We thought about donor sperm, but yuck, the very idea was a total turn off. So we went to the fathe of my second child and he did us the favor and got Carmen pregnant. For sure he was not shooting blancks.

I don't know when we decided that we wanted some male attention in our lives, but we started talking about it when we were in our early thirties, and concluded that as disgusting as it was, having a man fuck you was a whole lot better than using a dildo, so we decided to go that route and see how we liked it. I went to my standby dad, and said to him that I wanted him to go ahead and fuck me regularly, like every day for a while, to see if I liked that, but not a week, we wanted to get past that week, the idea was to go for six months or more until it was my regular routine. This is how I came to have my third child, at his request, and how I came to have regular sex with him.

As for Carmen, we did the same, she found a boy friend, a guy she liked well enough and started to have sex with him, but after a couple of months she said no more, once in a while was an escape, but every day was not something she wanted. She felt she was already my girlfriend, and she really didn't want the burden of a second relationship. So our bottom line, is that our kids' dad became our number one go to man, and I became his go to woman. By then, he had long ago confessed his love for me, so accepting him as the man was not hard, plus and this is a big plus, he was a full time dad.

I am sure that we are both conventional and unconventional, I would guess that although I am queer, Carmen is my soul mate and rally my wife, if we can call it that, but she shares me with dad. Still to this day, among the best sexual play, is right after Steve has taken his turn and I follow up with Carmen. There is just something magical about having been first with Steve and he relaeses me directly to her. She can make me orgasm right then, and just die in her arms.

We are a queer household, my kids have two moms, but they also have a dad, we live a queer lifestyle, but we also live with a man. I am sorry about some queers who think that I am not really queer, but really I am, I am just the wife in the middle.