Lesbian Female / 66
We Are From The Love Generation
I woke up in bed with a guy and a girl. The last thing I remembered was sitting down at the party and feeling dizzy. I was in the middle and they were sound asleep. I needed to use the bathroom and I decided to wake her to let me get up. In the bathroom it was obvious that I had sex the night before. She walked in with me and sat down to pee and told me her name was Adriana and she asked me for my name. And that in a nutshell is how this two women one man life got started.
Paulo was older than either one of us. She had been going with him for a while and it was her idea to get me to bed. He joined later and put me under, he was marking his territory. Adriana was a senior like me and we got along from that very first day. We slept together. It was mostly a lot of petting and kissing but sometimes we went further. Like a damn that was too full we had to get it out by going down. I described it like a hunger that overtook us. Paulo lived in his apartment and came over, we never had sex at his apartment. But when he came, he had to mark us both, that was his hunger.
After we left the university we took a flat, very small, too small for Paulo to live with us. Maybe it was subconscious, we wanted to live together and sometimes he was a bother. He could come, and go. But as far as who lived with who, he didn't live with us. The time came when he asked to decide, if we couldn't live together then he could have a girlfriend that did. He needed a woman to look after him, and after that night we met Adriana no longer wanted to be the woman for that. And I certainly wasn't going to be that woman. He could find a girlfriend for all I cared, as long as we approved of her.
Her name was Tatiana and she came from Bucharest. Tall, much taller than either one of us, sweet in her way, sex charged all the way. She kept Paulo busy, which is what we wanted. And she was all about being the woman. Of course Paulo and Tatiana never married. Paulo was too in love with Adriana and in the end he had to accept that we would not live together, not with him. We did not want him in our place day and night. Come and do his thing, he was free to put his mark on us, but when the sun rose Adriana and me were going to be together, he could be out on the couch, or he could go home. We didn't care.
We are all old now, in our sixties and living in Marbella. Adriana works for a hotel and I work with a tour company. Paulo lives with us, it's really a matter of money. He works doing odd jobs now and then, he prefers to be kept. Have 'his' women look after him. That's fine, Adriana and me, we wake up to the sun, we do what we have been doing all these years, push her hair back, kiss a little, and touch all the good parts before getting up and getting the day started. We do the woman work, all of it. Paulo never did, he's like an old dog set in his ways. Our dog, but an old dog, who still has hump him in him to mark his territory. That's fine, we always liked having Paulo mark his territory with us.
Paulo was older than either one of us. She had been going with him for a while and it was her idea to get me to bed. He joined later and put me under, he was marking his territory. Adriana was a senior like me and we got along from that very first day. We slept together. It was mostly a lot of petting and kissing but sometimes we went further. Like a damn that was too full we had to get it out by going down. I described it like a hunger that overtook us. Paulo lived in his apartment and came over, we never had sex at his apartment. But when he came, he had to mark us both, that was his hunger.
After we left the university we took a flat, very small, too small for Paulo to live with us. Maybe it was subconscious, we wanted to live together and sometimes he was a bother. He could come, and go. But as far as who lived with who, he didn't live with us. The time came when he asked to decide, if we couldn't live together then he could have a girlfriend that did. He needed a woman to look after him, and after that night we met Adriana no longer wanted to be the woman for that. And I certainly wasn't going to be that woman. He could find a girlfriend for all I cared, as long as we approved of her.
Her name was Tatiana and she came from Bucharest. Tall, much taller than either one of us, sweet in her way, sex charged all the way. She kept Paulo busy, which is what we wanted. And she was all about being the woman. Of course Paulo and Tatiana never married. Paulo was too in love with Adriana and in the end he had to accept that we would not live together, not with him. We did not want him in our place day and night. Come and do his thing, he was free to put his mark on us, but when the sun rose Adriana and me were going to be together, he could be out on the couch, or he could go home. We didn't care.
We are all old now, in our sixties and living in Marbella. Adriana works for a hotel and I work with a tour company. Paulo lives with us, it's really a matter of money. He works doing odd jobs now and then, he prefers to be kept. Have 'his' women look after him. That's fine, Adriana and me, we wake up to the sun, we do what we have been doing all these years, push her hair back, kiss a little, and touch all the good parts before getting up and getting the day started. We do the woman work, all of it. Paulo never did, he's like an old dog set in his ways. Our dog, but an old dog, who still has hump him in him to mark his territory. That's fine, we always liked having Paulo mark his territory with us.
