Pure Gold

I went to a small college in Pennsylvania, mostly girls as it was a liberal arts and fine arts college. I met a girl from North Carolina I became friends with and we hung out together most of our freshman year. Towards the end of the spring semester she told me that in the summer she went to the beach on the outer banks and worked the summer at a job in a store called Wings, which sold beach stuff to the tourist. She asked if I wanted to go with her.

I had never been south of the Pennsylvania border and I asked my parents permission and I went on my first full adventure. At the beach she got her summer job, she was a regular, and I got a job working at a pizza joint. Between the two of us we had enough to rent a small travel trailer with a small air conditioner, which was on our must have list. It was cheap, one small trailer with one full size bed, a small bathroom, a kitchenet and small living area. We shared the bed, and it was so small we had to cuddle up, sleep in a spoon with my arms around her. From the very first day I pulled hard against me, pushing my tits into her back.

It was hot all night and the air conditioner barely did its job and we slept in a light nightgown and panties. She had nice tits, not big, not small just nice when I pulled my arm around her I rubbed against her tits to get her comfortable. Mind you at that time it was all new to me and to her. We spent our day working, and in the evening walking to the beach and the rest of the time hanging around until we had to go inside. She had just taken a shower, she showered at night, and was drying off at the foot of the bed. I was sitting on the bed and her pussy was right at my eye height. Her wet pubic hair matted against the her pussy lips. It was more than I could resist and grabed her to me and kissed her pussy and sent my tongue inside. She complained, she argued but by then I was eating her pussy on the bed. I ate her until she climaxed. Then I kissed her tits and her mouth and went back to sucking on her tits.

We never talked about it, I ate her pussy and sucked on her tits and kissed her mouth. I held her tight at night and kissed her face and held her by her tits. I slipped my hand down into her pussy and felt her up and fingered her. And I ate her pussy, When the summer was over we returned to college and we roomed together in a small one bedroom garage apartment and I kept her close to me. We didn't date, we went everywhere together, I guess I was really possessive but at the time I just wanted to hold her and hug her and kiss her. I told her I loved her over and over and over until she had to say it back.

When we finished college we went to stay with her aunt in Forth Worth, Texas who told her she could get her a job. I found a job for a small insurance company. Her aunt had two bedrooms and she was more than okay with us sharing the room and she didn't mind all the hugging and kissing, as long as we were happy. Of course she was a dyke lesbian who had her girlfriend and she introduced us to other lesbians and our circle of friends was all women. While we lived with her we were into sex at any time anywhere, grabbing her by the ass and kissing her pussy in her pants before going to work was okay, spreading her out on the bed and eating her until she went into climax was okay. Her aunt encourages us to get as much of it as we could. She warned us that one day we were going to be together but that we would not always be going for each other.

We moved out, found our own place, our heat stayed pretty hot for a long time. We tattooed our wrists with our names, we joined a group of lesbians who were hot on the Gay Pride side, we never came out as such to our families, they just had to assume, or more likely have her aunt let them in on our togetherness. But as we had been warned our heat diminished until we were an old married couple who went to bed and never hugged, except we were just 25. We had no desire for anyone else, sure we looked around, and I have always been attracted to women with nice tits and pretty faces, but not if it meant playing around.

I ate her one day after her shower, and she was laid back on the bed naked and I was sitting kneeling between her legs and I asked her if she would ever let a man fuck her, she said no of course, and I asked her if she would ever let another girls eat her, and she said no of course. I asked her if she felt like she was my wife, this was long before gay marriage was legal. She said yes. I said that she was my wife then and we went to sleep.

We had a 'marriage' officiated by a dyke lawyer in her fifties. Rings and all. Her aunt was there but our parents refused to come, we had other friends there, mostly lesbian friends. Of course it wasn't legal but that wasn't the point, we were 25. At the reception the lawyer called me a dyke and told me that I had gotten me some fine pussy. It was the first time I was called that out loud. I am a dyke, I admit it but then it was all new. We have been together for over thirty five years, we got married officially three years ago, this time in front of a much bigger crowd, gay and straight. I work for the city as a parole officer and my wife works for the social services department. No dick has ever crossed our lips. It is important to us, only my tongue has been between her lips and that is important to us. I hug her tight to sleep, we never got a bigger bed.