Lesbian Female / 24
Kissing Cousins
I have a girl cousin born on the same day as me but 2000 miles away. When we grew up, we saw each other once in a while, when there was a reason for someone to travel, maybe 5 times before college. We became social media friends and shared posts and pictures and kept up with each other. When it was time for college, her grades needed a lot of help, I suggested that she try getting into the junior college in the same city where I was going to go college (Ausitn, I was going to St. Edwards). The idea was for her to get her grades up and she would get into college that way.
She moved to Austin and we roomed together close to my campus, which has a lot social activity nearby. The apartment was small, old, in a small complex built mid last century, one bath, no pool, and affordable. I got the lead from the college for affordable housing for students.
I'm a regular sized female, a little on the heavy side and she is a regular sized female a little on the heavy side, We also looked alike and we found that the best way to sleep was snuggle up tight and spoon. We shared being the outside spoon and the inside spoon, although I preferred being the inside spoon, I liked being held by her, Quarters were tight and there was little or no privacy and you just had to let it all hang out, but once you sort of showed off to each other getting dressed or using the bathroom wasn't a problem. Peeing was with the door ajar and pooping the door was closed, otherwise the door was open. For two people that barely knew each other we got along real well and close quarters and intimacy was not a problem.
One night when the intimacy got a little heavy and we were rolling around trying to get our panties off the bed broke. The frame just broke. It was embarrassing, the bed just couldn't put up with our combined 300 pounds under pressure. The apartment was furnished and we had to let the landlord know that we broke the bed. When he came to check, before replacing the bed, he went through the apartment noting that our clothes were in one closet and one dressed and the nightstands had our personal stuff on them. He made the comment that living together was reserved for married couples.
While the bed came we went down to the marriage license place and filled out the form, we have different fathers so different last names, we filled it all out like two women who had met on campus, We got married two days later and took the signed marriage license to our landlord, who took away our restriction. We had our wedding night special the day our new bed arrived, this time a queen and not a full sized bed. One that could take the night time activities of two heavy set women. I finished college in 2019, and she got stuck waiting for the COVID issues to be pulled back and she will graduate at the end of this year.
No one that knows us, except the landlord knows about us being married. It's too late to ask for permission, and we are not going to break up if somebody doesn't see it our way. Our landlord, calls us Liz and Lez and asks curious questions if he sees us. We don't lie, but we don't tell him all the truth, he can watch porn if he wants to know how lesbians make out and make love. After these eight years together we look more and more alike. We dress very much alike and we talk alike. If we comb our hair alike people think we are twins. It's not very often that someone zeroes in on us and points us out as being gay,
She moved to Austin and we roomed together close to my campus, which has a lot social activity nearby. The apartment was small, old, in a small complex built mid last century, one bath, no pool, and affordable. I got the lead from the college for affordable housing for students.
I'm a regular sized female, a little on the heavy side and she is a regular sized female a little on the heavy side, We also looked alike and we found that the best way to sleep was snuggle up tight and spoon. We shared being the outside spoon and the inside spoon, although I preferred being the inside spoon, I liked being held by her, Quarters were tight and there was little or no privacy and you just had to let it all hang out, but once you sort of showed off to each other getting dressed or using the bathroom wasn't a problem. Peeing was with the door ajar and pooping the door was closed, otherwise the door was open. For two people that barely knew each other we got along real well and close quarters and intimacy was not a problem.
One night when the intimacy got a little heavy and we were rolling around trying to get our panties off the bed broke. The frame just broke. It was embarrassing, the bed just couldn't put up with our combined 300 pounds under pressure. The apartment was furnished and we had to let the landlord know that we broke the bed. When he came to check, before replacing the bed, he went through the apartment noting that our clothes were in one closet and one dressed and the nightstands had our personal stuff on them. He made the comment that living together was reserved for married couples.
While the bed came we went down to the marriage license place and filled out the form, we have different fathers so different last names, we filled it all out like two women who had met on campus, We got married two days later and took the signed marriage license to our landlord, who took away our restriction. We had our wedding night special the day our new bed arrived, this time a queen and not a full sized bed. One that could take the night time activities of two heavy set women. I finished college in 2019, and she got stuck waiting for the COVID issues to be pulled back and she will graduate at the end of this year.
No one that knows us, except the landlord knows about us being married. It's too late to ask for permission, and we are not going to break up if somebody doesn't see it our way. Our landlord, calls us Liz and Lez and asks curious questions if he sees us. We don't lie, but we don't tell him all the truth, he can watch porn if he wants to know how lesbians make out and make love. After these eight years together we look more and more alike. We dress very much alike and we talk alike. If we comb our hair alike people think we are twins. It's not very often that someone zeroes in on us and points us out as being gay,
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