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Lesbian Stories
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Lesbian Female / 40
A Lesbian In A Macho World
My birth country is in the macho macho world. Raised to be soft and compliant. My mothers first cousin never married, an example to us if being loud and opinionated. When I was in early high school I spent a summer working in her antique store. She told me that one day my real self was going to come out, I wasn't like my sisters.
I was encouraged by my social studies teacher, another never married woman, to study abroad, I was accepted at Vassar and enrolled in 2001 as a freshman. My roommate got in bed with me and told me we were going to sleep together. Her hands roamed all over me, her kisses smothered me, my nipples sucked, she 'kissed' my pussy. Sleeping with her was so delicious, kissing her, her breasts hovering over my face, her warm wet pussy. I learned quickly what my mother's cousin had told me was true. I wasn't like my sisters.
In the spring of my last semester my mother's youngest sister and husband were in NYC on holiday. Without notice they drove up to see me. Caught me with my lesbian 'partner' in a small apartment with one bed, a photo of us kissing on the side table in the living room, surrounded by gay pride literature on the kitchen table. I was called home over spring break, for my grandmother's birthday.
At my house waiting for me were my parents, two sisters, my uncle Joaquin and his son Leonidas, both lawyers, our Priest who is my father's cousin, my grandparents. On the dining table were legal papers, I was walked to a chair and sat down. My uncle read every word of the marriage contract, my cousin Leo signed it, with a pen in his hand he told me to sign here, here and here. My grandparents, my parents, my sisters signed as witnesses. The papers were witnessed by a Notary. My Priest stood by the statue of the Virgin Mary, two cushions for us to kneel. He prayed the prayer for girls in marriage, he called my name out loud, answer girl he said, do you freely take this man for your husband. I could barely speak, I was given some water, I turned to Leo, he said answer woman. The blessing was given, I stood up a married woman. We then had dinner.
That night I faced Leo, he told me tonight you will be wife, woman, and female (esposa, mujer y hembra) of the house. I woke up in a room, alone, no longer a girl, no matter the times I had spent with my partner, this was different. I did not return to graduate, I was pregnant, lived with my parents until the house my husband ordered was finished. I moved in as the lady of the house, pregnant with my second child. I had five children quickly, before I was 27.
We hired an au pair from Strasbourg who came to live with us. She had her room close to the children. Marianne was pure chemistry. One night my husband asked me to bring her to his study. He told her she was part of the house, as a woman to me. He did not want to hear arguments about it or he would have to impose order. Woman to woman, not to hide from him, but guard our discretions, not everyone agrees. And in French he told her again, she was a wife, woman, female member of the house. And she moved into my sitting room beside my bedroom. My wife, my life partner.
I was encouraged by my social studies teacher, another never married woman, to study abroad, I was accepted at Vassar and enrolled in 2001 as a freshman. My roommate got in bed with me and told me we were going to sleep together. Her hands roamed all over me, her kisses smothered me, my nipples sucked, she 'kissed' my pussy. Sleeping with her was so delicious, kissing her, her breasts hovering over my face, her warm wet pussy. I learned quickly what my mother's cousin had told me was true. I wasn't like my sisters.
In the spring of my last semester my mother's youngest sister and husband were in NYC on holiday. Without notice they drove up to see me. Caught me with my lesbian 'partner' in a small apartment with one bed, a photo of us kissing on the side table in the living room, surrounded by gay pride literature on the kitchen table. I was called home over spring break, for my grandmother's birthday.
At my house waiting for me were my parents, two sisters, my uncle Joaquin and his son Leonidas, both lawyers, our Priest who is my father's cousin, my grandparents. On the dining table were legal papers, I was walked to a chair and sat down. My uncle read every word of the marriage contract, my cousin Leo signed it, with a pen in his hand he told me to sign here, here and here. My grandparents, my parents, my sisters signed as witnesses. The papers were witnessed by a Notary. My Priest stood by the statue of the Virgin Mary, two cushions for us to kneel. He prayed the prayer for girls in marriage, he called my name out loud, answer girl he said, do you freely take this man for your husband. I could barely speak, I was given some water, I turned to Leo, he said answer woman. The blessing was given, I stood up a married woman. We then had dinner.
That night I faced Leo, he told me tonight you will be wife, woman, and female (esposa, mujer y hembra) of the house. I woke up in a room, alone, no longer a girl, no matter the times I had spent with my partner, this was different. I did not return to graduate, I was pregnant, lived with my parents until the house my husband ordered was finished. I moved in as the lady of the house, pregnant with my second child. I had five children quickly, before I was 27.
We hired an au pair from Strasbourg who came to live with us. She had her room close to the children. Marianne was pure chemistry. One night my husband asked me to bring her to his study. He told her she was part of the house, as a woman to me. He did not want to hear arguments about it or he would have to impose order. Woman to woman, not to hide from him, but guard our discretions, not everyone agrees. And in French he told her again, she was a wife, woman, female member of the house. And she moved into my sitting room beside my bedroom. My wife, my life partner.
