In Spite Of It All I Am Straight

I grew up in the proverbial home with two mothers. As I went into Junior High I was encouraged to have an open mind, aka open to being lesbian myself. But as time went on I had close girl friends, but sex wise I was kissing boys and getting felt up. My mother in particular pushed me to explore a girlfriend.

I tried, explored sex with a girl. Girl sex is fine but guy sex is better. A lot better. When I dreamed I never dreamt romantically with a girl, if anything I dreamt of marrying a guy. My mother put her foot down, break off with my boyfriend, get ahold of myself and realize who I really was. Aka, get and keep a girlfriend.

I really liked her, I did enjoy making love with her. I did without penetration by figuring out a way to have clit to clit lovemaking, the only way to achieve orgasm. We 'dated', within the lesbian community I grew up with my mother was assured in time I would forget the guy and settle down with my lesbian partner.

I went to work for a man and the chemistry was immediate. I threw myself at him, to the point of asking him to make me a woman. Those days in high school were a long time ago and we never really 'had sex'. Sex with him was mind blowing. He was a man, not a high school boy. In no time I was enthralled by him and totally involved.

To the people who try to figure these things out the conclusion was that without a father, this man became the father I never had. To my mother he was a pervert taking advantage of a young woman. To my girlfriend her comment was that she always knew it. She knew it because I made love like a straight girl. )resenting myself for penetration. To me, I fell in love.