Lesbian Female / 33
Taking a moment to tell a story, I went to an all women's university and lived in the dorm my freshman year. We had a two room suite with a shared bathroom, two girls to a room. We were all from somewhere else and we met there and after several weeks we had our routines in place and got along pretty well. We did not know anyone else so we palled around and we all went to the first home football game of the boy's school together.
When the game was over we went out to eat pizza and then went back to the dorm. One of the girls had a fake I.D., so she offered to try and get some beer or wine. I drove, and she got into the store, her I.D. worked and we went back to the dorm. Alcohol was prohibited, but we were never going to get caught so we went on to have our party.
The party got nastier and nastier as the night went on, we played strip games, we played boy/girl games, taking turns being the boy, we lined up for a pussy eating train, we found things to insert in each other, the bigger and nastier the better, inlcuding a give away bat from a baseball game, we each in turn had to take it in all the way.
We got drunk as skunks, we made out, everyone got their hind end licked, it was pure debauchery.
And we took pictures of it all with an old instamatic camera that I had in the room.
After that party we were a lot more friends than before, and we would have make out sessions, and pretend boy/girl sessions, we just had this deep desire to get humped. But not having boys around kind of made it necessary to improvise. Soon it was obvious that we were to say the least a girl/girl club, and the word got out about our girls only parties and behaviors. Certainly other freshman girls had the same problems, they just did not find a solution to their hang ups, complaining about the lack of boys wasn't going to do it.
One spring day, after class my suite mate caught up with me, and we were walking across campus and she took my hand. Well, it felt good to hold hands, so I took her hand too and we walked quietly side by side. At that time there was no displays of affection between girls, certainly nothing so open as walking hand in hand. Girls stopped and stared, but we kept our pace, and she leaned her head on my shoulder and I put my arm around her and we kissed out there in the open. They wanted a show, we gave them a show.
But all was not well, you see she had fallen in love with me, I mean a real crush, she had found herself and I was her love interest. She declared her love and her feelings and we cried together, because it is really hard to recognize that in yourself. I told her I loved her too, but I wanted to have a family one day, and live a conventional life, that I did love her, but I was scared to become attached like that. I compromised, and agreed to be her love interest and while we were together we would be each other's, but that if I met a boy, she couldn't stop me from dating or hooking up with him.
The day came late in our junior year, a boy did come on the horizon and he wedged himself in between us. I can't find words to tell you how much that hurt her. Someone was stealing her girlfriend and all I could do was get pulled away. I had never had feelings for a boy, but this boy turned my head. Months went by, while we tried to sort out our feelings, she and I lived together, and in more ways than just roommates. Finally one day I swore my eternal love to her, but told her I had try with a boy, to see if that is what I was meant to do.
Hurt as we were, I was going to try hard to be in a relationship with a boy. The result is that I got married to him right after we graduated, and we set up house and had jobs, and then one day we started a family. My life was going in that direction but I was not happy, not even the baby made me happy. I just didn't know it, I thought that was married life.
Remember the pictures? One day while rifling through some old boxes from college my husband found that old instamatic camera, and he took the film to a friend of his who did that sort of stuff, and the pictures came out. Pictures of four girls doing things, one of them being his wife, his wife was naked with other girls, kissing and hugging and doing very nasty things with other girls.
It led to divorce. For however that much was a bad thing, it was a good thing. You see that is when I knew that I wasn't meant to be with him, or another him. I was meant to be with her.
So she and I now have a life together and we raise my daughter. Coming out was hard, but hard on me. Everyone else knew it.
When the game was over we went out to eat pizza and then went back to the dorm. One of the girls had a fake I.D., so she offered to try and get some beer or wine. I drove, and she got into the store, her I.D. worked and we went back to the dorm. Alcohol was prohibited, but we were never going to get caught so we went on to have our party.
The party got nastier and nastier as the night went on, we played strip games, we played boy/girl games, taking turns being the boy, we lined up for a pussy eating train, we found things to insert in each other, the bigger and nastier the better, inlcuding a give away bat from a baseball game, we each in turn had to take it in all the way.
We got drunk as skunks, we made out, everyone got their hind end licked, it was pure debauchery.
And we took pictures of it all with an old instamatic camera that I had in the room.
After that party we were a lot more friends than before, and we would have make out sessions, and pretend boy/girl sessions, we just had this deep desire to get humped. But not having boys around kind of made it necessary to improvise. Soon it was obvious that we were to say the least a girl/girl club, and the word got out about our girls only parties and behaviors. Certainly other freshman girls had the same problems, they just did not find a solution to their hang ups, complaining about the lack of boys wasn't going to do it.
One spring day, after class my suite mate caught up with me, and we were walking across campus and she took my hand. Well, it felt good to hold hands, so I took her hand too and we walked quietly side by side. At that time there was no displays of affection between girls, certainly nothing so open as walking hand in hand. Girls stopped and stared, but we kept our pace, and she leaned her head on my shoulder and I put my arm around her and we kissed out there in the open. They wanted a show, we gave them a show.
But all was not well, you see she had fallen in love with me, I mean a real crush, she had found herself and I was her love interest. She declared her love and her feelings and we cried together, because it is really hard to recognize that in yourself. I told her I loved her too, but I wanted to have a family one day, and live a conventional life, that I did love her, but I was scared to become attached like that. I compromised, and agreed to be her love interest and while we were together we would be each other's, but that if I met a boy, she couldn't stop me from dating or hooking up with him.
The day came late in our junior year, a boy did come on the horizon and he wedged himself in between us. I can't find words to tell you how much that hurt her. Someone was stealing her girlfriend and all I could do was get pulled away. I had never had feelings for a boy, but this boy turned my head. Months went by, while we tried to sort out our feelings, she and I lived together, and in more ways than just roommates. Finally one day I swore my eternal love to her, but told her I had try with a boy, to see if that is what I was meant to do.
Hurt as we were, I was going to try hard to be in a relationship with a boy. The result is that I got married to him right after we graduated, and we set up house and had jobs, and then one day we started a family. My life was going in that direction but I was not happy, not even the baby made me happy. I just didn't know it, I thought that was married life.
Remember the pictures? One day while rifling through some old boxes from college my husband found that old instamatic camera, and he took the film to a friend of his who did that sort of stuff, and the pictures came out. Pictures of four girls doing things, one of them being his wife, his wife was naked with other girls, kissing and hugging and doing very nasty things with other girls.
It led to divorce. For however that much was a bad thing, it was a good thing. You see that is when I knew that I wasn't meant to be with him, or another him. I was meant to be with her.
So she and I now have a life together and we raise my daughter. Coming out was hard, but hard on me. Everyone else knew it.
