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Lesbian Stories
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Lesbian Female / 25
We Are Really Quite Young, But In Our Minds We Are So Much Older
When I was sixteen I confronted some pretty bad shit. I had a girlfriend of all my life, from preschool. She and I were close, like sisters. When we were sixteen her brother, he was 22, went scuba diving offshore in Mexico and had an accident and died. It was hard, we never could understand what happened. That drove us closer than ever. The only solace she could find was with me, and we ended up playing in bed together. I admit that I liked it, I liked having her there with me, and I found that kissing her and sharing body fluids was something we did without hesitation. Within months we were in a full contact sexual relationship, as well as a deep emotional relationship. Why between her family and mine no one put two and two together is a mystery, but they didn't.
College was far away from home. As far as we could go, to the far Northwest. Seattle. So many women who were together, it was all out in the open. At school, in the parks, in the mall. It was a thing, being lesbian. For us it wasn't a thing, We got married when we were twenty, but never shared that with anyone. Not even at school. We got matching tattoos high up inside our thighs, so when we made love we could see that I carried her name and she carried mine, in hearts and an arrow. Lovemaking, sex, occupied every minute of our time. Nothing was sacred, we tried everything we could think of. We bought a manual, Kama Sutra for Lesbians and tried every position described in it. Because of that book we decided that we would go to Tibet after graduation.
We were cautioned heavily about public displays of affection outside of the US, actually outside of the school environment we lived in. People were more accepting, but not if it was their daughter. We kept our hands to ourselves when we went to Tibet, sneaking lovemaking only in bed in the dead of night. After Tibet we stopped in Bangkok to see a friend. She introduced us to the lesbian scene. So many pretty Thai girls, and as we found out, not all of them were girls, you had to know what you were playing around with. For us it wasn't a problem because we weren't looking for someone to have sex with. In Thailand we got a second tattoo, a snake coming out of our vagina. It's freaky. When we clamp our vaginas together, the snakes dance on our thighs.
When we returned to the US we had decided that we would open up with our families. We would have a joint gathering, hers and mine, and we would stand and tell them we were married. We even bought wedding bands. We also decided that we would adopt the same last name, mine because that's what we settled on. She also said that she wanted to have a son, a boy to remember her brother. We returned home still 23, although we felt we had lived a lifetime while we were in Tibet and Bangkok, but it really wasn't that long. We confessed. Our parents held their breath, no one said a word. Not till my mother got me alone. Her repeated questions was how we intended to have a family, or had we forgotten our biology lessons. She told me that one way or the other, she didn't want to ask how, but I had better give her a grandchild, immediately. Not to waste any more time.
The father we chose, is a man who always liked me as a child. He is a friend of my family, and is as old as my father. I sat on his lap many times. He bent me backward until I thought my back would break, before inserting himself in me. He then deflowered my girlfriend and wife. Not as gently as he had deflowered me. He pushed hard for us to get pregnant, as many times as necessary. You don't get pregnant the first time, it's a very rare event. It took three months for us to get pregnant. To be regulated to accept a man's sperm. So my mother and her mother each got a grandchild, siblings. We didn't disclose who the father is. I work for him now and spend all day with him, I'm given to him completely. My wife accepts him if he wants her, but it is ninety percent me and ten percent with her.
We have decided that we will have two more, when these turn two we will get pregnant again. that is still more than a year away. We did name my wife's son after her brother, but we chose to give him her brother's name as his second name. And our children carry my family name, as does she. We turned 25, we feel that we are so much older. But it's good to have our children early, and their father will still be young enough when they finish school and get married. He has decided to let us disclose to our families that he is the father of our children.
College was far away from home. As far as we could go, to the far Northwest. Seattle. So many women who were together, it was all out in the open. At school, in the parks, in the mall. It was a thing, being lesbian. For us it wasn't a thing, We got married when we were twenty, but never shared that with anyone. Not even at school. We got matching tattoos high up inside our thighs, so when we made love we could see that I carried her name and she carried mine, in hearts and an arrow. Lovemaking, sex, occupied every minute of our time. Nothing was sacred, we tried everything we could think of. We bought a manual, Kama Sutra for Lesbians and tried every position described in it. Because of that book we decided that we would go to Tibet after graduation.
We were cautioned heavily about public displays of affection outside of the US, actually outside of the school environment we lived in. People were more accepting, but not if it was their daughter. We kept our hands to ourselves when we went to Tibet, sneaking lovemaking only in bed in the dead of night. After Tibet we stopped in Bangkok to see a friend. She introduced us to the lesbian scene. So many pretty Thai girls, and as we found out, not all of them were girls, you had to know what you were playing around with. For us it wasn't a problem because we weren't looking for someone to have sex with. In Thailand we got a second tattoo, a snake coming out of our vagina. It's freaky. When we clamp our vaginas together, the snakes dance on our thighs.
When we returned to the US we had decided that we would open up with our families. We would have a joint gathering, hers and mine, and we would stand and tell them we were married. We even bought wedding bands. We also decided that we would adopt the same last name, mine because that's what we settled on. She also said that she wanted to have a son, a boy to remember her brother. We returned home still 23, although we felt we had lived a lifetime while we were in Tibet and Bangkok, but it really wasn't that long. We confessed. Our parents held their breath, no one said a word. Not till my mother got me alone. Her repeated questions was how we intended to have a family, or had we forgotten our biology lessons. She told me that one way or the other, she didn't want to ask how, but I had better give her a grandchild, immediately. Not to waste any more time.
The father we chose, is a man who always liked me as a child. He is a friend of my family, and is as old as my father. I sat on his lap many times. He bent me backward until I thought my back would break, before inserting himself in me. He then deflowered my girlfriend and wife. Not as gently as he had deflowered me. He pushed hard for us to get pregnant, as many times as necessary. You don't get pregnant the first time, it's a very rare event. It took three months for us to get pregnant. To be regulated to accept a man's sperm. So my mother and her mother each got a grandchild, siblings. We didn't disclose who the father is. I work for him now and spend all day with him, I'm given to him completely. My wife accepts him if he wants her, but it is ninety percent me and ten percent with her.
We have decided that we will have two more, when these turn two we will get pregnant again. that is still more than a year away. We did name my wife's son after her brother, but we chose to give him her brother's name as his second name. And our children carry my family name, as does she. We turned 25, we feel that we are so much older. But it's good to have our children early, and their father will still be young enough when they finish school and get married. He has decided to let us disclose to our families that he is the father of our children.
