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Lesbian Stories
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Lesbian Female / 34
A Blast From The Past Has My Number, I Need To Be One With Him Again
I was close friends with this woman friend of mine. We were close but at that time not intimate. She worked for a large hotel chain and got a job in Las Vegas and she offered for me to come with her. Have some fun, get to know Vegas, and she was sure she could get me a job. It was in Vegas that she offered me a side of the bed, with my panties off. It wasn't a gentle transition.
We lived in Vegas for five years, from 27 to 32. We aren't the type that celebrates that we have one bed to sleep in, and we don't outwardly show any symptoms of our condition. We both come from fairly conservative upbringings and we are well aware that finding ourselves in this situation is not what anyone on our side prefers for us. They want us married with children, carpools, cupcakes and all that. I will add that after five years it's all normal, how we live and when we get carried away in bed. Don't look to us for anything out of the ordinary, we don't use 'toys' for penetration, we don't kiss where the sun don't shine, we are affectionate and do like to share kisses now and then. Hard sex for us is pushing ourselves to get to orgasm, and that does include giving a good college try on our intimate anatomies.
We moved to Austin because of job promotion for her. In Austin I ran into an old college friend, male and he was somewhat disturbed that we were a couple. Partners, we aren't married. I won't say we haven't discussed marriage, but we are more of the man and wife marriage than two women. We got pushed around by him, trying to force us out into the open. We have our thing, and it is not on social media. And we resented his interference. To the point that we needed a man to set him straight. If he was gay, that is. I called the man I dated in college and asked him to come to Austin and get this guy off our case. He is married to a woman and has children, so there is nothing there except old love. He is what some people would call a hard ass, ex Ranger, small and compact, but he can tear your head off.
We elected not to watch, not to be there when he put this other guy in his place. He managed, he never told us just what the told that guy, but he disappeared and we haven't seen him since. As for me, seeing him brought back a host of old memories. Including those dates when he didn't go home until the sun came out. I continue to have feelings for him. And seeing him just brought this all up. If I had been smart I should have married him and I would never have tripped across this other life. As my partner put it, I need another drubbing by him, to leave it all in the past.
We lived in Vegas for five years, from 27 to 32. We aren't the type that celebrates that we have one bed to sleep in, and we don't outwardly show any symptoms of our condition. We both come from fairly conservative upbringings and we are well aware that finding ourselves in this situation is not what anyone on our side prefers for us. They want us married with children, carpools, cupcakes and all that. I will add that after five years it's all normal, how we live and when we get carried away in bed. Don't look to us for anything out of the ordinary, we don't use 'toys' for penetration, we don't kiss where the sun don't shine, we are affectionate and do like to share kisses now and then. Hard sex for us is pushing ourselves to get to orgasm, and that does include giving a good college try on our intimate anatomies.
We moved to Austin because of job promotion for her. In Austin I ran into an old college friend, male and he was somewhat disturbed that we were a couple. Partners, we aren't married. I won't say we haven't discussed marriage, but we are more of the man and wife marriage than two women. We got pushed around by him, trying to force us out into the open. We have our thing, and it is not on social media. And we resented his interference. To the point that we needed a man to set him straight. If he was gay, that is. I called the man I dated in college and asked him to come to Austin and get this guy off our case. He is married to a woman and has children, so there is nothing there except old love. He is what some people would call a hard ass, ex Ranger, small and compact, but he can tear your head off.
We elected not to watch, not to be there when he put this other guy in his place. He managed, he never told us just what the told that guy, but he disappeared and we haven't seen him since. As for me, seeing him brought back a host of old memories. Including those dates when he didn't go home until the sun came out. I continue to have feelings for him. And seeing him just brought this all up. If I had been smart I should have married him and I would never have tripped across this other life. As my partner put it, I need another drubbing by him, to leave it all in the past.
