Lesbian Female / 23
Hi. My name is Erika and I am from St Louis. I studied Marketing and after college I got a job a high end department store in New York. My friend from college is Colombian and she wanted to stay in the US after graduation. To help her I suggested we get married and she could get her green card that way. We got married on the QT, didn't tell anyone and moved to New York and roomed together.
At work a woman got interested in me but I made it clear that wasn't my persuasion. She searched for me on the internet and came across my marriage. She saw me from time to time get together for dinner with my roommate, and she put two and two together. One day she asked me if she was my girlfriend. She said we made a cute couple.
At a staff meeting, she came out and told everyone that my wife was the girl that came for me. She made sure that everyone she talked to knew that I was married and that I had a wife and not a husband. Because of the visa thing we took it and didn't say anything. Anyway we didn't know anyone in New York. At work it became common knowledge that I was married and other employees asked to meet my wife and everyone said she was beautiful, which she is, and how lucky we were.
One night it was really cold and we found ourselves spooning in bed, and whispering. She turned over into my arms and we had no choice but to kiss. We kissed for a long time, and I pulled her hand up to hold my breast. We ended up getting totally undressed and making love. It was my first time making love, with a man or a woman, and it was her first time too. We didn't know what to do, we didn't even think, we decided that we should do was to go down on each other, which we did. This is how we lost our virginities together.
We spent the next day holed up in our little apartment, and made love in the daylight. At least we were married.
We started to talk about ourselves and being New York we went out and behaved like a couple. It was spring again, and we had gone for a jog, and we were sitting on a park bench and I asked her if she was going to stay married to me after she got the visa and she said yes. On our first anniversary we told our parents.
We are married and learning how to be married. I call her my wife now at work, but where she works it isn't the right place. We are too young, only 23 but I know I love her. She has told me the same and we try to declare our love as often as we can. We have told many people about our relationship, but in the back of my mind I am worried. What if we are not really lesbians? What if we meet a boy. I am scared that it may not be real, that something is going to come along and take it away. I don't want to meet a boy and I don't want her to meet a boy.
At work a woman got interested in me but I made it clear that wasn't my persuasion. She searched for me on the internet and came across my marriage. She saw me from time to time get together for dinner with my roommate, and she put two and two together. One day she asked me if she was my girlfriend. She said we made a cute couple.
At a staff meeting, she came out and told everyone that my wife was the girl that came for me. She made sure that everyone she talked to knew that I was married and that I had a wife and not a husband. Because of the visa thing we took it and didn't say anything. Anyway we didn't know anyone in New York. At work it became common knowledge that I was married and other employees asked to meet my wife and everyone said she was beautiful, which she is, and how lucky we were.
One night it was really cold and we found ourselves spooning in bed, and whispering. She turned over into my arms and we had no choice but to kiss. We kissed for a long time, and I pulled her hand up to hold my breast. We ended up getting totally undressed and making love. It was my first time making love, with a man or a woman, and it was her first time too. We didn't know what to do, we didn't even think, we decided that we should do was to go down on each other, which we did. This is how we lost our virginities together.
We spent the next day holed up in our little apartment, and made love in the daylight. At least we were married.
We started to talk about ourselves and being New York we went out and behaved like a couple. It was spring again, and we had gone for a jog, and we were sitting on a park bench and I asked her if she was going to stay married to me after she got the visa and she said yes. On our first anniversary we told our parents.
We are married and learning how to be married. I call her my wife now at work, but where she works it isn't the right place. We are too young, only 23 but I know I love her. She has told me the same and we try to declare our love as often as we can. We have told many people about our relationship, but in the back of my mind I am worried. What if we are not really lesbians? What if we meet a boy. I am scared that it may not be real, that something is going to come along and take it away. I don't want to meet a boy and I don't want her to meet a boy.
