I Am Really Not A Lesbian, Really.

Not a lesbian but in a lesbian relationship. I mean it. I got injured in an accident and was bed bound for several months and had several operations. A friend of mine from high school had studied nursing and she came to help my mom. She took over, and my mom went back to work. Among the things that she was responsible for was bathing me in bed. It was just the two of us, and she took off my nighty and pulled my panties off and bathed me while I was naked on the bed. She spent a lot of time with my breasts and washing my pussy, always with kisses and soft touches and telling me that she wanted me to feel good so I would get well. She brought a dildo from her house and while she shaved and dressed up my pussy, washed it and all, she would feel me up until I was wet and use the dildo in me and suck and lick my clit until she forced an orgasm.

The thing that got to me most though was her kissing and sucking on my nipples, cupping my breast an looking into my eyes while she did it. After she was done she kissed my lips. She was a total lesbian and she was making me one too. I loved her kisses and loved getting treated to an orgasm. My mother never caught on, she was very professional with everything, taking care of my bandages after my operations, giving me my medication, reading to me, and sitting with me to watch television. My mother never heard her whispers of I Love You, I Always Have and I Always will. Or her questions while she sucked on my nipples, Do You Love Me? Now I did.

When I was mobile again she asked me to move in with her. I wasn't sure about it but she insisted and told me that I could pick the side of the bed and she didn't even require me to admit I loved making love with her. She had me write on her stomach I'm Lesbian and I love July with lipstick. She wrote on my stomach I'm a Lesbian Too and I love Janice. That wasn't true, that I was a lesbian, the true part was that I loved her.

We took a long bath one day, it was a day she had off, and we just lounged in the tub, turning the hot water on to keep the bath warm. She asked me to prove I was a lesbian, to lick her butt. She meant she would bend over in the tub and I would lick her butt HOLE. If I did I was a lesbian. Her butthole was so pretty, so pink and pretty and I had no choice anyway so I licked her butthole and she said that proved I was a lesbian. I'm not but she says I am. She licked my butthole too, but that wasn't new she did that a lot.

When all things looked like they were going OK this COVID thing came and we both ended up at home, working on the kitchen table. We both had video conferences and being quiet was difficult. We had no choice and one day while she was cruising the internet she told me that we could get married online. Fill out the paperwork, the court house would issue a marriage license and we could be married by Zoom. I reminded her that I wasn't a lesbian but she reminded me that she loved me and I loved her too. And the marriage license wasn't going to say LESBIAN on it, just a tick mark, F and F, two pussies, no dick.

We told our parents afterwards. F and F is our Twitter nickname. I haven't seen a dick, touched a dick, kissed a dick, felt a dick since I got in the accident. From taking dick to licking pussy, to two heart tattoos on our wrist, with our initials J and J. She is quick to tell others she is a lesbian but she clarifies that I don't think I am. Not a lesbian lesbian. That's what she calls it, she's not a lesbian lesbian. But she is all lesbian and she tells everyone, I mean everyone, that she fell in love with me in the third grade, and I fell in love with her too, but I didn't know it until she was 'forced' to take care of me.

Bisexual is as far as I'll go, bisexual is not lesbian, it just means that I can love a girl but not give up on guys. Even if I only love a girl and do not love some guy.