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Lesbian Female / 31
We Are Lesbians And We Live With A Man And I Married Him For The Kids
I know, I know. But the truth is that this happened. I am a lesbian. I said it. I have been a lesbian since I was around 14 and I fell for a girl in my class. I have a long lesbian history, so much so that my parents were more than happy to see me leave (and don't come back). I moved around, first to San Francisco and then to Seattle. My parents agreed to help me with college and I got a degree in Child Development. Don't ask me why, I had never been around children, I didn't intend to have any, I'm not a teacher. But it is a degree.
I met a girl in college and we both decided to float on down to San Francisco. Actually we went to Oakland because there is no way we could afford to live in San Francisco. The apartment we rented was a cheap, dirty place, the hall smelled of urine and there were hookers and dealers who were around. I got a job working at an art supply store for minimum wage. She got a job working at a restaurant, working the evening shift. Between us we took home next to nothing, our two weeks pay covered the rent, and we had to budget the rest. Being poor like that forces you to deal with what you are, where you are, and who you are. But at the same time we were in a trap, and we couldn't get out of it.
At the art store a man came in and bought art supplies. He said he was a student artist, but he was an Architect by profession. He was older than me, I was 23, and he was in his forties. He looked at me funny, up and down and concentrated on my non existent bust, and asked me if I was one of those boys who was trying to be a girl. I said no, I'm all girl, pushed my pants down and said 'see'. Then catching myself, 'but I'm a lesbian'. He asked me how I knew I was a lesbian, because in his experience lesbians were just as confused as guys that they thought they were gay. I told him I wasn't confused, I was a lesbian and I lived with a lesbian, and he asked where and the next thing I was telling him where we lived and where we lived was a dump. He then said 'I have half a house that's empty, you could have a private room and bathroom, and the run of the rest of the house, I won't charge you rent if you take on the cleaning and cooking'.
He did have a house, a very nice house, and when he said half a house, the half he offered was bigger than the house I grew up in. We had a nice room, with a view of the pool, and a private bathroom and since we were upstairs we had our own sitting room, basically we had the upstairs. The house was big and it took the two of us to keep up with it, but zero rent was too good to pass up. He had an active social life so basically we took care of breakfast and once in a while dinner. The kitchen was so well equipped that we started experimenting, acting like chefs. He told me that it wasn't so good for me to keep on working, that I should get back in college and get a masters in something that paid the bills. Not an option to say no, get my ass back in college.
I did register and he kept up with my grades and my classes, pushing me to get an MBA, I got a Masters in Marketing. For my graduation party, by then we had a large social group of lesbians, and we had a party at the house. My partner didn't work either, he stopped that as soon as I got into college. He did his social thing, went around and said hello and told me to come back to his room he wanted to give me something. He gave me a condom. 'Tonight you come and sleep with me'.
Around one, the house was getting quiet and he came out and used his finger to call me. 'I don't want any arguments, I want you in bed and I would rather not use a condom', I told my partner and I went to his room convinced that my life as I knew it was over. He knew his way around, he undressed me completely, he took me in his arms, and as he said he penetrated me without a condom. When he was about to cum he asked me if I was fertile, I said yes and he came. After he came he told me that from the day I pushed my pants down in the store to show him I was a girl he decided I was going to be the one he was going to use to get pregnant. I had my first one when I turned 28. There was another one to come.
I am a lesbian, I know that. I'm married now, for the kids, you know same name, and their little friends and their teachers can call me Mrs. My partner decided that leaving was not going to help anyone so she stayed and she lives here with us. He shows some 'interest' in her. You live with a man, the man supports you, you take care of his house, you cook and clean, and now you babysit children. We may be lesbian, but in his house that's interesting. In his house we are 'women' and when a man wants to spend time with a woman, well you have to be a woman. She's had two miscarriages, she's under a doctor's care and trying to get pregnant. It's not fair, but I got pregnant just by looking at him, and she has been trying for three years. He's very supportive and he doesn't spare the expense of her treatment. Nothing we have ever done has been more heart wrenching. Lesbians don't usually stay up at night crossing their fingers that the baby will take this time.
And that is how we are now, my parents are happy I'm married and they have grandchildren. They accept my partner, and they are in love with my husband. And he is a fair artist, not commercial, but fair.
I met a girl in college and we both decided to float on down to San Francisco. Actually we went to Oakland because there is no way we could afford to live in San Francisco. The apartment we rented was a cheap, dirty place, the hall smelled of urine and there were hookers and dealers who were around. I got a job working at an art supply store for minimum wage. She got a job working at a restaurant, working the evening shift. Between us we took home next to nothing, our two weeks pay covered the rent, and we had to budget the rest. Being poor like that forces you to deal with what you are, where you are, and who you are. But at the same time we were in a trap, and we couldn't get out of it.
At the art store a man came in and bought art supplies. He said he was a student artist, but he was an Architect by profession. He was older than me, I was 23, and he was in his forties. He looked at me funny, up and down and concentrated on my non existent bust, and asked me if I was one of those boys who was trying to be a girl. I said no, I'm all girl, pushed my pants down and said 'see'. Then catching myself, 'but I'm a lesbian'. He asked me how I knew I was a lesbian, because in his experience lesbians were just as confused as guys that they thought they were gay. I told him I wasn't confused, I was a lesbian and I lived with a lesbian, and he asked where and the next thing I was telling him where we lived and where we lived was a dump. He then said 'I have half a house that's empty, you could have a private room and bathroom, and the run of the rest of the house, I won't charge you rent if you take on the cleaning and cooking'.
He did have a house, a very nice house, and when he said half a house, the half he offered was bigger than the house I grew up in. We had a nice room, with a view of the pool, and a private bathroom and since we were upstairs we had our own sitting room, basically we had the upstairs. The house was big and it took the two of us to keep up with it, but zero rent was too good to pass up. He had an active social life so basically we took care of breakfast and once in a while dinner. The kitchen was so well equipped that we started experimenting, acting like chefs. He told me that it wasn't so good for me to keep on working, that I should get back in college and get a masters in something that paid the bills. Not an option to say no, get my ass back in college.
I did register and he kept up with my grades and my classes, pushing me to get an MBA, I got a Masters in Marketing. For my graduation party, by then we had a large social group of lesbians, and we had a party at the house. My partner didn't work either, he stopped that as soon as I got into college. He did his social thing, went around and said hello and told me to come back to his room he wanted to give me something. He gave me a condom. 'Tonight you come and sleep with me'.
Around one, the house was getting quiet and he came out and used his finger to call me. 'I don't want any arguments, I want you in bed and I would rather not use a condom', I told my partner and I went to his room convinced that my life as I knew it was over. He knew his way around, he undressed me completely, he took me in his arms, and as he said he penetrated me without a condom. When he was about to cum he asked me if I was fertile, I said yes and he came. After he came he told me that from the day I pushed my pants down in the store to show him I was a girl he decided I was going to be the one he was going to use to get pregnant. I had my first one when I turned 28. There was another one to come.
I am a lesbian, I know that. I'm married now, for the kids, you know same name, and their little friends and their teachers can call me Mrs. My partner decided that leaving was not going to help anyone so she stayed and she lives here with us. He shows some 'interest' in her. You live with a man, the man supports you, you take care of his house, you cook and clean, and now you babysit children. We may be lesbian, but in his house that's interesting. In his house we are 'women' and when a man wants to spend time with a woman, well you have to be a woman. She's had two miscarriages, she's under a doctor's care and trying to get pregnant. It's not fair, but I got pregnant just by looking at him, and she has been trying for three years. He's very supportive and he doesn't spare the expense of her treatment. Nothing we have ever done has been more heart wrenching. Lesbians don't usually stay up at night crossing their fingers that the baby will take this time.
And that is how we are now, my parents are happy I'm married and they have grandchildren. They accept my partner, and they are in love with my husband. And he is a fair artist, not commercial, but fair.
