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Lesbian Stories
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Lesbian Female / 30
My Girlfriend And I Have Been Together Since We Were Kids Next Door
Growing up I was a chubby girl. Next door lived my dream girl. She played soccer and Lacrosse at the high school. She showed herself naked to me and told me that I could look like her if I worked out. She also told me to never get dicked. Stay away from guys. She was proud of her pussy and that she had never been dicked, and she let me eat her pussy all I wanted.
But she was four years older, and she went away to college and she played soccer on the college team and stayed the goddess she was. When she came home she always made time for me and we spent as much time in bed as we could. She pressured me to work out and talked my mother into letting me go to the gym where she fixed me up with a lesbian trainer friend of hers who worked there, with instructions not to let any guy get close to me.
I graduated with my degree and moved in with my girlfriend, by now we were more on an equal footing, I was 22 and she was 26 and she had become a lot more buff and was definitely dyke, no doubt about it. Even she called herself a dyke. She made me welcome in all the ways that one wants to be welcomed to her new life, she was prepared for me and she ceremoniously put me on my side of the bed and gave me an orgasm to welcome me. I feel like that was our honeymoon sex, that night we really did make love.
We thought a lot about moving west to a lesbian haven but that meant leaving family so we stayed. We live a 'quiet' life, we live in a lesbian community, actually work in a lesbian community helping other girls adapt. I don't look the part, I'm chubby and short. It's funny how these women naturally gravitate to my girlfriend.
We have never given into calling ourselves partners or wives. We are girlfriends to each other and that's how we refer ourselves to the world at large. At 34 my girlfriend has adopted much of the dyke role model. I object to some of her clothes choices and insist she dress in women's fashions, even if it is pants and tops. It doesn't matter what she wears, she wears the feminine panties that I buy her and the house has a very feminine touch.
But she was four years older, and she went away to college and she played soccer on the college team and stayed the goddess she was. When she came home she always made time for me and we spent as much time in bed as we could. She pressured me to work out and talked my mother into letting me go to the gym where she fixed me up with a lesbian trainer friend of hers who worked there, with instructions not to let any guy get close to me.
I graduated with my degree and moved in with my girlfriend, by now we were more on an equal footing, I was 22 and she was 26 and she had become a lot more buff and was definitely dyke, no doubt about it. Even she called herself a dyke. She made me welcome in all the ways that one wants to be welcomed to her new life, she was prepared for me and she ceremoniously put me on my side of the bed and gave me an orgasm to welcome me. I feel like that was our honeymoon sex, that night we really did make love.
We thought a lot about moving west to a lesbian haven but that meant leaving family so we stayed. We live a 'quiet' life, we live in a lesbian community, actually work in a lesbian community helping other girls adapt. I don't look the part, I'm chubby and short. It's funny how these women naturally gravitate to my girlfriend.
We have never given into calling ourselves partners or wives. We are girlfriends to each other and that's how we refer ourselves to the world at large. At 34 my girlfriend has adopted much of the dyke role model. I object to some of her clothes choices and insist she dress in women's fashions, even if it is pants and tops. It doesn't matter what she wears, she wears the feminine panties that I buy her and the house has a very feminine touch.
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