In high school I had a boyfriend, but he had another girl friend at the same time. She and I were different, I was the homebody and she was the party type. Since I took care of him in a wifely way he hung out at my house, I cooked him dinner and went to his house and did his laundry. I took him to get his haircut. I went with him to buy his clothes, and I helped him match what he wore. He always looked good because I was there to dress him and look after him. I did all the work.

If I was cooking him dinner, and she found out she would come over to my house and mooch. If it was time for laundry, she would bring her stuff over and leave it for me to do. If she had to buy clothes, she took me with her and I spent lots of time with her teaching her how to dress. Dress nice, because she could manage to dress slut all by herself. She expected me to be wifely to her too. In return she would take him out and fuck him dry and then drop him off at my house to clean up and get ready for school the next day.

All she cared about was partying, and fucking. She wanted to fuck all the time. She would lean over the banister while he fucked her and talk to my mother while he was doing it. As always, I had to pick up afterwards. One month I counted, she fucked five times and I fucked twice.

When finals came she was far behind, she hadn't done her work and she was in danger of flunking out. I had to spend the last three months of school tutoring her so she could pass and go to college with us.

When we graduated we talked out parents into a trip to Europe. The three of would go with our English teacher, she would be our chaperone and make sure we had cultural activities planned. During the whole trip, I was packing and unpacking her suitcase, she was a mess you would think she could take care of that. She was jet lagged, but so was I, but it didn't matter I had to look after her. We stayed in the same room and our boyfriend and our teacher each had their own room.

We snuck him into our room and since there we were all smushed together the fucking worked out even. I put my foot down, and told her I needed it as much as she did, and as long as he was fucking he didn't care. All the fucking together ended up with she and I sleeping together, we slept together almost the whole trip.

When we got back she scared us out of our wits. She thought she was pregnant. It was a long month until she period again, and we could breathe easy. A pregnancy would have thrown a monkey wrench into our college plans.

Maybe because of Europe, but after we got back she started staying with me and sleeping with me, and we traded off. We no longer had sex alone, it was always in my bed together, no more crazy fucks. Since I had her there, I forced her to take it on her back, to fuck normal. All summer long we fucked, it was a long hot summer for us.

When we got to college, she and I agreed to dorm together. The beds were singles and they were built into the walls, so we couldn't put them together. I ended up sleeping against the wall spooning her. All that first semester was she and I together. She needed so much help with her work so she wouldn't flunk out. But she started to become wifely too, helping with the laundry for us, learning how to cook for him, learning how to be a real wife. That first semester was when she agreed to stop being a slut and to become a wifely maiden instead.

We didn't out right fuck much anymore, we spent a lot more time just being together and we always did it on our backs, normal style, we made love instead of just fucking. Who ever turn it was the other one helped get her in the mood, somehow we came across this thing where after we got all hot and everything, when we laid on our back we would lay our head in the others lap and be held and caressed when he was making love to us. That way, we could look up and see each other and get gentle woman caresses, not just his in and out action. I don't know when that semester, I realized that I loved her as much as I loved him. I loved living with her, I loved sleeping with her, I loved taking care of her, I loved being wifely to her. I told her that if we weren't two girls, we would probably have ended up being husband and wife anyways.

She had become real wifely, I guess it rubbed off, I guess she figured he didn't want a slut for wife, he wanted a wifely wife. We spent our college days living together and when we graduated, we threw all our pills away and waited to come up pregnant. When I look back at how much of a slut she was, it is hard for me to see her being a mother and all. I guess our togetherness college days stayed with us because we sleep together, spooned one to the other and that is when I tell her how much I love her. I love her so much, and to think that in high school I resented her so much. Just goes to show you, being a wife and mother is what we were meant to be, together.