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Lesbian Stories
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Lesbian Female / 27
From The Very First Time I Saw Her I Knew She Was My Type Of Girl
Prepuberty I was bossy, impulsive, physical, impatient. Post puberty I was assertive, aggressive, a got getter, voted most likely to succeed. Same thing, but cast differently. In high school my best friends were guys, and as their friend I reported on this or that girl from the dressing room perspective. Who wore padded bras, who has shaved down there, etc. Like the guys I also had a favorite girl. I'll call her Audrey.
Audrey was athletic, long legs, pretty, long hair, could wear shorts like no one else. She ran track, in those super short shorts that flashed her panties when she ran. She could go without a bra, she was natural, her boobs bounced but did not need a bra to hold them up. Tall for a girl in high school, around five seven, and she weighed in at 145 ( I asked her). All muscle. My kind of girl. I had a crush, and she knew it. My to do list was to be able to lay with her legs around my face in the lap of luxury. If I could have, I would have, but she never opened her legs for me, not like that. She did ask me once to look at a sore where she had shaved too close. But that was that, enough to hook me for life.
In college the worse thing that can happen to you happened to me. At a party, past midnight, a guy with too much to drink and adrenaline proved once again that men are stronger than women. I tried but it was not a fight I could win. I didn't 'open' my legs for him, far from it, but he opened my legs for him and the next thing I knew he was all the way in me. And he finished there. And I got pregnant.
I called Audrey. I didn't know who else to call. Audrey was at another university, three and half hours away. She came and was there with me. We talked for a long time. I had already missed two periods and the little wand thing said was positive. Audrey insisted I got to a doctor, or clinic and get an ultrasound. It was all there, the invasive creature inside of me. I was not able to talk about it or contemplate it. Abortion was out of the question. If this meant that I had to quit college I would quit and get a job of some kind. Audrey would have nothing of it, as I was going to keep the baby, she was changing schools to help me keep the baby and raise it. By then both Audrey and I knew that life for us was meant to be, we were no longer in high school.
My folks and family took it pleasantly. If any girl deserved it, it was me. Sort of bring me down to earth sort of thing. Audrey moved after than semester to live with me, if I was pregnant I was still going to be the Dad, Audrey always wanted to be the Mom. A soccer Mom, now she had a little bundle of joy on the way. She prepared for the new arrival. I did the rest of the work. Had the bundle of joy for her.
I should say here that I never contacted the sperm donor, and successfully erased his name from my memory. This baby has my name, not some interloper's name.
We did graduate and Audrey is the stay at home Mom and I bring home the bacon. We are seriously considering finding an anonymous sperm donor, but this time no hanky panky after midnight.
Audrey was athletic, long legs, pretty, long hair, could wear shorts like no one else. She ran track, in those super short shorts that flashed her panties when she ran. She could go without a bra, she was natural, her boobs bounced but did not need a bra to hold them up. Tall for a girl in high school, around five seven, and she weighed in at 145 ( I asked her). All muscle. My kind of girl. I had a crush, and she knew it. My to do list was to be able to lay with her legs around my face in the lap of luxury. If I could have, I would have, but she never opened her legs for me, not like that. She did ask me once to look at a sore where she had shaved too close. But that was that, enough to hook me for life.
In college the worse thing that can happen to you happened to me. At a party, past midnight, a guy with too much to drink and adrenaline proved once again that men are stronger than women. I tried but it was not a fight I could win. I didn't 'open' my legs for him, far from it, but he opened my legs for him and the next thing I knew he was all the way in me. And he finished there. And I got pregnant.
I called Audrey. I didn't know who else to call. Audrey was at another university, three and half hours away. She came and was there with me. We talked for a long time. I had already missed two periods and the little wand thing said was positive. Audrey insisted I got to a doctor, or clinic and get an ultrasound. It was all there, the invasive creature inside of me. I was not able to talk about it or contemplate it. Abortion was out of the question. If this meant that I had to quit college I would quit and get a job of some kind. Audrey would have nothing of it, as I was going to keep the baby, she was changing schools to help me keep the baby and raise it. By then both Audrey and I knew that life for us was meant to be, we were no longer in high school.
My folks and family took it pleasantly. If any girl deserved it, it was me. Sort of bring me down to earth sort of thing. Audrey moved after than semester to live with me, if I was pregnant I was still going to be the Dad, Audrey always wanted to be the Mom. A soccer Mom, now she had a little bundle of joy on the way. She prepared for the new arrival. I did the rest of the work. Had the bundle of joy for her.
I should say here that I never contacted the sperm donor, and successfully erased his name from my memory. This baby has my name, not some interloper's name.
We did graduate and Audrey is the stay at home Mom and I bring home the bacon. We are seriously considering finding an anonymous sperm donor, but this time no hanky panky after midnight.
