A Marriage Of Convenience To Stay And Deep Love For My Girlfriend

As a foreign student, on a scholarship, my friend's group in college were other foreign students on scholarships. Birds of a feather flock together. Our contacts with regulars were in class or class projects. From my second year I shared a room with two other girls, I slept in the double bed with another girl, and the other girl slept beside us on a single bed. Space was tight, and the little bathroom had a small shower and small sink and small toilet. We had a small front room, with an old couch that came with the apartment and small table and small kitchen area. We shared everything, from toothpaste to left over pizza. Once it was in the apartment it belonged to all of us.

My bedmate was from Taipei, she was studying biology and wanted to be a scientist. My other roommate was from Mexico and she wanted to be an activist. And me, I was a journalism major and did not want to return to my country. For the five years I was at college I never returned home, and I saw my parents only once. My family were my two roommates. I slept with my bedmate for four years, and when she left to go back to Taipei I was lost and hurt. I had managed a one year training assignment with a big city newspaper, it paid a little but not enough to live on. I moved to Austin and shared an apartment with another girl, she was a graduates student from a town in 'west' Texas. I couldn't sleep alone, I had to sleep with her and I pushed myself into bed with her until she accepted me, warning me that it didn't mean anything.

With her I wanted to kiss her, I forced myself on her and she would get angry for not letting her sleep but she got used to me kissing her and grabbing her 'tits' with my arms around her. I rubbed myself against her have orgasms, and she answered by asking me if I was 'done' because she needed her sleep. I ate her pussy, with her legs wide open, and the taste of her after she showered. I kissed her in public at a pizza place and she told me not to do that, but she held my hand while we waited in line. When I grabbed her at night to make love with her she asked if I really had to do that. I did, I really had to do that. I didn't interpret it that way, but I was in love with her and she wasn't far behind either.

After a morning of eating pussy, Saturdays when we didn't have to go to class was the day we showered and I ate pussy until I just couldn't, she asked me why I did that. What was it that made me want to do that. I told her that I just had to. She told me that if I had to, but really? had I ever thought about a boyfriend? I told her no, not ever. All I thought about was being with her.

But my year went by fast and I didn't get an offer to stay on with the paper and I had to face returning to my country. She was upset about it, as upset as I was, and she asked her brother to marry me so that I could stay. He agreed and after six weeks we were married, it had to be a real marriage with pictures and everything, and no one except the three of us knew it was a marriage of 'convenience'. But one night, after the Super Bowl party that year, he wanted more than convenience and I was forced to allow him. It was so blah, so unnecessary, I went back to her and told her to tell him that was once, but never again. She told him, but he didn't listen.

I turned 28, five years after marrying him, and I had two children and we lived in a modern house in a middle class neighborhood. The Moms got together to talk about their kids and to share recipes and Church and the Dad's got together to watch football or baseball, and in good weather to cook outdoors and drink beer. Or as in my husband's case, to talk about cars. I can summarize it like this, standing in the doorway with a baby in my arms and my other one holding my leg while my husband talked to a friend showing off his new car in the driveway.

My girlfriend never married, she is my 'best' friend, it is all in the family anyway. We have matured and our love for each other is deeply like loving your sister. We kiss, because we do kiss, all the time. It seems that kissing has replaced lovemaking. She lives in a townhouse not far from us and she visits often, every day really. Sometimes we watch a movie together, sometimes she spends the night when my husband is traveling. Sometimes, when she spends the night, we take a late night bath together and she offers herself for me.