Once We Were Happy Go Lucky, Now We Are Parents And Family Planning

My last two years in college I shared an apartment with my friend Theresa. We got along fine, she liked to snuggle and got in bed with me often. There were a lot of titty rubs, and fingering. And some inadvertent orgasms. It was playacting and we 'humped', Theresa between my legs pretending to be a college stud. We never used any kind of male anatomy toy, the most we used was a vibrator for clit stimulation. We didn't sleep alone very often, mostly only when we were under the weather with the flu or something. We shared a pantie drawer and we used the closets to separate winter from summer wear. College was all about studying, we both graduated with honors.

Off to work we found a cute two bedroom with a yard, I wanted a dog and we got a golden retriever. Dancing was something we liked and we found a girls only dance club where we could let down our hair without guys ogling us. We danced bra free, the feeling of dancing titties helped set the mood for later on when we got home. We ate pussy from the very beginning and eating pussy was our way of going all the way, always working to end in an orgasm. We never dated, or entertained any sort of activity with a male anything, our golden retriever was a girl.

The all girls scene was alive and well, and we met several other 'couples'. We had parties, and some of them got raunchy, with naked girls on the tv. We got along well with this group of girls, and we had late night parties with everyone naked. It was nothing but hormones. From time to time we hired a male stripper, and laughed at his ding dong. we were happy, content, in our element. We lived a life where we could be free to be in love and to play around without side glances or disapproving eyes. One thing, though, in spite of the parties, and the naked roundtables, we didn't step out from each other. We were committed.

At a birthday party for my sister, she turned 21 so it started at a club, and went from there, meeting up with some of her friends later. We were back at her apartment, she was still in college, and some frat types came over. I was grabbed and shoved down between on the carpet and summarily fucked by my sister's boyfriend, a lesbian gang bang my sister set up for me. It wasn't funny, or welcome. Theresa did her best to bathe me and wash me out but the truth is that neither of us had ever been on birth control. All we could do was wait for the inevitable.

The news of the pregnancy was ice water to us, to my sister and my family it was different. They wanted me pregnant, and preferably put under the hand of some neanderthal, barefoot in the kitchen. Theresa did her best, she kept her composure, but the truth was that I was pregnant and our world had crashed and now it was all different. We did our best to set up a nursery, and to plan for post partum care for the child. We opted to wait and find out after birth if we had a son or daughter. Either one was welcome, by the time he was born we were ready to be parents, and we got married.

Whether you want to call Theresa my husband, call her the man of the house, or whatever. I took her name after we got married, and our son has her name, and we are a family. There are no more wild parties with the 'girls', now we spend time with baby showers for other lesbians, and lesbian weddings, and lesbian parents. We have preschool to think about and we talk about a sibling. Theresa offered herself but that's my department, like it or not I will have to submit again to it. I can't do IVF or any other artificial conception. My sister's now husband will have to do, after all he fathered our son, he will father the next one. There is no way around getting pregnant. He's the father, and he will be the father again, and again.