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Lesbian Stories
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Lesbian Female / 62
When Two Become Three Become One
Back in the day when we were in nursing school, my girlfriend and me, we got a new neighbor, an ortho surgeon medical resident. We are and were then girls who walked together, hand in hand. It took him twenty seconds to figure it out. But his pheromone receptors were all messed up and he fell for me, hook, line and sinker. And nothing would do, he claimed he was a lesbian too, he would wear panties if that would do.
At one point, well along in our neighbor relationship to put him off one more time, we told if we could, we would get married. He wasn't dissuaded, he came back to us with a mail order certificate, he was a bona fide minister of the mail order kind. And he would marry us. We had a party out by the pool, our friends and relatives, we wore virgin white gowns, P.S. we were virgins in that sense, he performed the ceremony and we exchanged matching wedding bands. We expressed our love for each other and we kissed out in the open. Not legal, but real enough and that would do.
After the party in the rec room and out by the pool, lesbians kissing, and straight people too, and back in our apartment he looked us hard in the eye. He was there too consummate the marriage. It wasn't ever in our plans, but nothing else would do. He consummated the marriage, first one and then two. We woke up with a husband, his wives.
Time moved along, we finished our degrees and became RNs, he finished his residency and went into practice, we moved into a new built home and filled it with children. We are today officially married, we married at 50. He walked us both down the isle, our eldest daughters stood in as Maids of Honor, the rings our wedding bands of so many years ago.
A man who won't quit, never did, never took a no for an answer. We have a husband, he comes in handy when needed, ask our children. But let's be straight about one thing. When he met us we were girls who held each other's hands, now we are grandmothers who hold each others hands. That has never changed. Husband or not, his wives are lesbians, that was our compromise that day when he consummated our marriage to him.
At one point, well along in our neighbor relationship to put him off one more time, we told if we could, we would get married. He wasn't dissuaded, he came back to us with a mail order certificate, he was a bona fide minister of the mail order kind. And he would marry us. We had a party out by the pool, our friends and relatives, we wore virgin white gowns, P.S. we were virgins in that sense, he performed the ceremony and we exchanged matching wedding bands. We expressed our love for each other and we kissed out in the open. Not legal, but real enough and that would do.
After the party in the rec room and out by the pool, lesbians kissing, and straight people too, and back in our apartment he looked us hard in the eye. He was there too consummate the marriage. It wasn't ever in our plans, but nothing else would do. He consummated the marriage, first one and then two. We woke up with a husband, his wives.
Time moved along, we finished our degrees and became RNs, he finished his residency and went into practice, we moved into a new built home and filled it with children. We are today officially married, we married at 50. He walked us both down the isle, our eldest daughters stood in as Maids of Honor, the rings our wedding bands of so many years ago.
A man who won't quit, never did, never took a no for an answer. We have a husband, he comes in handy when needed, ask our children. But let's be straight about one thing. When he met us we were girls who held each other's hands, now we are grandmothers who hold each others hands. That has never changed. Husband or not, his wives are lesbians, that was our compromise that day when he consummated our marriage to him.
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