Reluctant And Accidental Lesbians Starting Our Married Life Together

Growing up I knew our family was very well off. We lived in a secluded neighborhood, had nice cars, members of the country club, always had nice clothes. My mom was the stay at home type, once upon a time she was college cheerleader, and worked real estate when she met my dad. Her last job was before she got married. I don't blame her, he could afford any wife he wanted, but he married the realtor.

I got a five speed BMW for my 16th birthday. It was a standard car for my group of friends, either a Beemer or a Mustang. My mother insisted we go to the public high school, but all my friends went a private preparatory school.

There was this pact with my friends. To avoid any unwanted pregnancies or forced marriages, we agreed to only have sex within our girl's group. I mean it was like picking a card out of a pack of cards, that's the girl for you. Neither one of was were truly lesbian types. Sex was now and then, but when sex happened it was all the way which meant full oral sex and orgasms. When you kiss with a girl and you have oral sex with a girl you get very close to her. We didn't start out close but we became close. We went to college together and roomed together.

We never dated any guys. Why? When it was time for sex, we had sex. We tried to stay satisfied, and not look for trouble outside of us two. We never fought, we were very familiar, and we slept together. Jealousies arose when someone was trying to put a move on one of us.

We graduated from college and we got jobs together at the same company. That way we only had to have one car and we could save money for a house. We bought a suburban house and dropped all pretenses about us being together. The first time we made love in our own house was better than a honeymoon. We did have some help with the down payment, but the monthly costs we covered from our salaries. It was my mother who told us to get married.

Sending out save the date to family and friends with a picture of two girls felt very uncomfortable. Wearing two wedding gowns, our father's walking both of us down the isle, and turning for them to give us away must have been a scene for most people in the church that day. Cutting the cake, running out to the 'car' to escape for our honeymoon, it was all so surreal.

We are what we call reluctant lesbians. When we were asked what car we wanted for our wedding we asked for an SUV, we want room for car seats, and room in the back for strollers and other baby stuff. We are interviewing cousins for the honor of getting us pregnant.