Bi-Sexual Female / 58
We Were Way Ahead Of The Curve
Today it seems that there are many more experimental lifestyles, but back then it was taboo for sure. I went to college feeling I was ready for anything and everything. I was late in applying and there were no dorms available by then, so I accepted to share a room with a girl from Temple, Texas. The 'place' was an older, much older, small apartment a good mile and half from campus. One bedroom with a bath and a small kitchenette and sofa, two small single beds in the bedroom.
At an orientation a girl named Nancy was our lead and she gave us all the information about campus life, but we were off campus so little help to us. One thing she did give us was a piece of paper with a list of suggestions. Open a bank account, have a buddy who knows where you are, don't walk at night alone off campus, and get birth control. You never know when you are going to need it! Ha, ha. Oh, and Nancy had a killer body, I did notice.
I followed up with Nancy, she had given us her number if we had any questions. She told me she didn't swing that way, she had boyfriend. I did get a boob and a kiss though, but not sexual, just casual. For me it was love at first site, a freshman girl from the Llano in love with the most beautiful girl on campus. Nancy didn't appreciate me bothering her. She told me got find a friend my age. But Nancy didn't know about persistence. And I was persistent. Nancy let me wash her hair and set it. Nancy let me do her nails. Nancy thought it was a bit too far to let me shave her legs. To say I hung around Nancy is to minimize it. I was so in love, she said infatuated, that any minute apart from her was true pain.
Her boyfriend, Tom, was also a senior. He was serious, going onto Grad School. He tolerated me hanging around Nancy. Thought it cute how hung up I was on her. He told me if I hung around then he was going to get some use out of me. Anything to be close to Nancy and he got some use out of me on Nancy's bed, which pissed her off. I should have paid attention to that paper Nancy gave us at orientation, I got pregnant. Whether it was because I was pregnant, or Tom just liked me, he insisted that Nancy let me sleep with her, so he didn't have go hunting me down when he wanted to be with me. Fine with me, I got to sleep with Nancy.
Unfortunately I lost the baby at twelve weeks. The doctor told me that it was far more common than women thought, and it didn't mean anything. In a few months I would be ready again to get pregnant. Nancy saw this as the opportunity to put me on birth control. I will say that by this time I was living with Nancy, only my belongings were still at with my roommate. When I slept with Nancy, I 'slept' with her, as in a pretzel. Laying my head on her chest in the morning, with her arm around my shoulder, watching her breast rise and fall with her breathing, Nancy stroking my hair and kissing me gently. Nancy may not have swung that way, but she loved to hold me and caress me, and sometimes a big wet kiss happened. Oh, and she let me shave her legs and girl parts, although she thought that was weird.
Tom liked crawling all over us, finding a hole here and there to stuff his hard rock dick into. He didn't like to undress us, so we had to accommodate him and 'present' ourselves naked to him. If somewhere with all that crawling around, Nancy and I stole a wet kiss or kissed a nipple, or God forbid, stuck our tongue where it didn't belong, well what else, as long as Tom was happy with us. By then Nancy had given up on me kissing her, and sitting close to her, and holding her hand when we went to the movies.
Tom went on to Grad School, and Nancy got a job in Arlington at the high school. I switched schools to UT Arlington and found an apartment with a full sized bed, where we could sleep and snuggle. Tom wasn't around so when we got all naked and sweaty, there were lots of long kisses, and breathless 'I love you', and fingers and tongues in holes not meant meant for them. We had full knowledge about our clits, and we rubbed hard against each other, we didn't know it what it was called, only that we loved it. When Tom showed up after Grad School we had to make 'the' decision, did we move in with him? Only if he decided then that he took us together, for then and forever.
It was called 'plural', not polygamy, that was for Mormons.
At an orientation a girl named Nancy was our lead and she gave us all the information about campus life, but we were off campus so little help to us. One thing she did give us was a piece of paper with a list of suggestions. Open a bank account, have a buddy who knows where you are, don't walk at night alone off campus, and get birth control. You never know when you are going to need it! Ha, ha. Oh, and Nancy had a killer body, I did notice.
I followed up with Nancy, she had given us her number if we had any questions. She told me she didn't swing that way, she had boyfriend. I did get a boob and a kiss though, but not sexual, just casual. For me it was love at first site, a freshman girl from the Llano in love with the most beautiful girl on campus. Nancy didn't appreciate me bothering her. She told me got find a friend my age. But Nancy didn't know about persistence. And I was persistent. Nancy let me wash her hair and set it. Nancy let me do her nails. Nancy thought it was a bit too far to let me shave her legs. To say I hung around Nancy is to minimize it. I was so in love, she said infatuated, that any minute apart from her was true pain.
Her boyfriend, Tom, was also a senior. He was serious, going onto Grad School. He tolerated me hanging around Nancy. Thought it cute how hung up I was on her. He told me if I hung around then he was going to get some use out of me. Anything to be close to Nancy and he got some use out of me on Nancy's bed, which pissed her off. I should have paid attention to that paper Nancy gave us at orientation, I got pregnant. Whether it was because I was pregnant, or Tom just liked me, he insisted that Nancy let me sleep with her, so he didn't have go hunting me down when he wanted to be with me. Fine with me, I got to sleep with Nancy.
Unfortunately I lost the baby at twelve weeks. The doctor told me that it was far more common than women thought, and it didn't mean anything. In a few months I would be ready again to get pregnant. Nancy saw this as the opportunity to put me on birth control. I will say that by this time I was living with Nancy, only my belongings were still at with my roommate. When I slept with Nancy, I 'slept' with her, as in a pretzel. Laying my head on her chest in the morning, with her arm around my shoulder, watching her breast rise and fall with her breathing, Nancy stroking my hair and kissing me gently. Nancy may not have swung that way, but she loved to hold me and caress me, and sometimes a big wet kiss happened. Oh, and she let me shave her legs and girl parts, although she thought that was weird.
Tom liked crawling all over us, finding a hole here and there to stuff his hard rock dick into. He didn't like to undress us, so we had to accommodate him and 'present' ourselves naked to him. If somewhere with all that crawling around, Nancy and I stole a wet kiss or kissed a nipple, or God forbid, stuck our tongue where it didn't belong, well what else, as long as Tom was happy with us. By then Nancy had given up on me kissing her, and sitting close to her, and holding her hand when we went to the movies.
Tom went on to Grad School, and Nancy got a job in Arlington at the high school. I switched schools to UT Arlington and found an apartment with a full sized bed, where we could sleep and snuggle. Tom wasn't around so when we got all naked and sweaty, there were lots of long kisses, and breathless 'I love you', and fingers and tongues in holes not meant meant for them. We had full knowledge about our clits, and we rubbed hard against each other, we didn't know it what it was called, only that we loved it. When Tom showed up after Grad School we had to make 'the' decision, did we move in with him? Only if he decided then that he took us together, for then and forever.
It was called 'plural', not polygamy, that was for Mormons.
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