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Lesbian Stories
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Lesbian Female / 31
My Path
I was 13 at the time on summer swim team. A girl I met there became my friend and we hung around waiting on out heat. At lunch, hot dogs, chips and Gatoraid, we found her mom and she sat with us. Her mom was a nurse and she had just gotten off shift. What was strange on her uniform she had this button, one of those big round buttons "Are you gay?".
For the next years I would think of that button and me. I could not, no matter how I tried 'like' a boy. I crushed hard on this girl in the 8th grade, this girl in the 10th grade, this girl at church. My clitoris was raw from masturbation. I never did any penetration. I fantasized scenarios, always with my then crush.
In college I forced myself to 'like' a guy and get married, let him prove to himself he was a man and had a baby before my first anniversary. I admit I was also trying to prove I was a woman. The marriage ended before our second anniversary. My mother asked me what was wrong with me and I went into therapy.
I lived in an apartment block. I had my son in a stroller, groceries in the stroller with him. A girl got on, it was the girl from summer swim team. It was like the sun came out, we agreed to get together, she 'couldn't' believe I had a child. We talked, and talked and talked. That night I rubbed out an orgasm, and she was the object of my fantasy.
She is gay, not her mother. She was gay when she was 13. I told her I had thought of her often, rubbed my clit raw over her. No, I didn't tell her that, that's not true, only wish it was. But by then she told me she liked my baby making hips, baby feeding tits, my baby birthing pussy, she loved that I was brave enough to have a baby, she overlooked the husband part.
Together she worked up her nerve to get pregnant herself, my ex donated the sperm. Two kids, an ex as the father figure, living in a house with a dog and a yard. That button? We have it. And yes we are gay.
For the next years I would think of that button and me. I could not, no matter how I tried 'like' a boy. I crushed hard on this girl in the 8th grade, this girl in the 10th grade, this girl at church. My clitoris was raw from masturbation. I never did any penetration. I fantasized scenarios, always with my then crush.
In college I forced myself to 'like' a guy and get married, let him prove to himself he was a man and had a baby before my first anniversary. I admit I was also trying to prove I was a woman. The marriage ended before our second anniversary. My mother asked me what was wrong with me and I went into therapy.
I lived in an apartment block. I had my son in a stroller, groceries in the stroller with him. A girl got on, it was the girl from summer swim team. It was like the sun came out, we agreed to get together, she 'couldn't' believe I had a child. We talked, and talked and talked. That night I rubbed out an orgasm, and she was the object of my fantasy.
She is gay, not her mother. She was gay when she was 13. I told her I had thought of her often, rubbed my clit raw over her. No, I didn't tell her that, that's not true, only wish it was. But by then she told me she liked my baby making hips, baby feeding tits, my baby birthing pussy, she loved that I was brave enough to have a baby, she overlooked the husband part.
Together she worked up her nerve to get pregnant herself, my ex donated the sperm. Two kids, an ex as the father figure, living in a house with a dog and a yard. That button? We have it. And yes we are gay.
