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Lesbian Stories
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Lesbian Female / 34
A Mexican Girl Who Found Love In The Arms Of Another Girl
As a journalism major it was important to land internships during the summer months. There were those girls that landed jobs at the LA Times, the WSJ, the NY Times. The only internship I was able to land was at the Austin Tribune. I'm from South Texas so it was in my home state. I was assigned to cover the homeless problem, which was growing in Austin at that time.
The paper made arrangements for me and I rented a room with this woman who was a personnel manager for a company there. A friend of the woman that I had talked to when I got the internship. This woman was in her forties and 'single'. Not married. I guess as a Latina, you expect women to be married. She was a dyke. The first time I was around a dyke. She liked young girls, college girls, but left me alone. Her network included the lady at work.
The lady at work talked to me one day to ask me how things were going and I told her if she knew that the woman I was living with brought young women home. Oh really? I thought you would have walked across the hall already, she has a real soft spot for Mexican girls. You looked like you could use a great big hug.
I was shocked, why would she think that?
Well, I did not know myself. What she saw I never saw. In my home that was out of the question. Believe me, how I grew up you started putting out babies pretty early. If I would have stayed home, at 22 I would have been married with kids already, and the man for me was Ricardo whose father owned the truck shop just out of town. I didn't like Ricardo, which is the reason I went away for school.
Now I was sitting across from a woman who was fully aware that the woman I was living with had a thing for college girls, and she thought I would have fit right in. It crossed my mind right then that she was also on that side. She was also a dyke and she offered to show me around. Maybe I could meet a girl for the summer, not too young, not too old, just right, who could show me around. This was my are you kidding moment.
For that summer I was embedded in the lesbian scene in Austin. I had my cherry popped by a girl whose dream had always been to become a large animal vet. She was going to vet school in the fall. She grew up on a ranch and was all cowboy and wore a cowboy belt. She had my ass tattooed before I went back to school, to remember her by. Also, if some other girl got that far she would know I was already branded and I belonged to her.
Midway through my fall semester she sent for me. Fly down and don't be late. She wanted me to go with her to a wedding in Marfa. Two girls she knew from school. It was my first all out lesbian wedding. I left back for school with an engagement ring. It not so much that she asked me to marry her, it was more of that she wasn't going to vet school without me. I didn't make it to Christmas. I got married before the winter break, in a small intimate ceremony with a few other 'girls'.
I managed to stay in school to graduate. She was there with me on graduation, showing me off to everyone. If anyone didn't know I was married to a girl, they found out the week I graduated. It was hard that summer breaking the news back home, that I was married and moving to graduate school with her. I managed to get into grad school myself. My parents were mad, Ricardo was pissed, he had let two other girls go by because he was waiting for me to come back from school. The woman I stayed with during my internship gave me a g*ft. Two unclothed girls intertwined in a loving embrace. She has a friend that paints lesbian art.
That painting, it's 14 by 20, which I thought would never hang on my wall, is now the center piece of my 'art' collection. I've developed an affinity for lesbian art, some of it is not for public viewing, Some of these artist get really carried away, but they have to be supported to. My wife is a large animal vet, and we live in a ranch house with a couple of Mexican vaqueros and their wives. We live outside Santa Fe and are embedded in the lesbian scene. So many college girls come through here. Searching for their connection, that girl of their dreams.
The paper made arrangements for me and I rented a room with this woman who was a personnel manager for a company there. A friend of the woman that I had talked to when I got the internship. This woman was in her forties and 'single'. Not married. I guess as a Latina, you expect women to be married. She was a dyke. The first time I was around a dyke. She liked young girls, college girls, but left me alone. Her network included the lady at work.
The lady at work talked to me one day to ask me how things were going and I told her if she knew that the woman I was living with brought young women home. Oh really? I thought you would have walked across the hall already, she has a real soft spot for Mexican girls. You looked like you could use a great big hug.
I was shocked, why would she think that?
Well, I did not know myself. What she saw I never saw. In my home that was out of the question. Believe me, how I grew up you started putting out babies pretty early. If I would have stayed home, at 22 I would have been married with kids already, and the man for me was Ricardo whose father owned the truck shop just out of town. I didn't like Ricardo, which is the reason I went away for school.
Now I was sitting across from a woman who was fully aware that the woman I was living with had a thing for college girls, and she thought I would have fit right in. It crossed my mind right then that she was also on that side. She was also a dyke and she offered to show me around. Maybe I could meet a girl for the summer, not too young, not too old, just right, who could show me around. This was my are you kidding moment.
For that summer I was embedded in the lesbian scene in Austin. I had my cherry popped by a girl whose dream had always been to become a large animal vet. She was going to vet school in the fall. She grew up on a ranch and was all cowboy and wore a cowboy belt. She had my ass tattooed before I went back to school, to remember her by. Also, if some other girl got that far she would know I was already branded and I belonged to her.
Midway through my fall semester she sent for me. Fly down and don't be late. She wanted me to go with her to a wedding in Marfa. Two girls she knew from school. It was my first all out lesbian wedding. I left back for school with an engagement ring. It not so much that she asked me to marry her, it was more of that she wasn't going to vet school without me. I didn't make it to Christmas. I got married before the winter break, in a small intimate ceremony with a few other 'girls'.
I managed to stay in school to graduate. She was there with me on graduation, showing me off to everyone. If anyone didn't know I was married to a girl, they found out the week I graduated. It was hard that summer breaking the news back home, that I was married and moving to graduate school with her. I managed to get into grad school myself. My parents were mad, Ricardo was pissed, he had let two other girls go by because he was waiting for me to come back from school. The woman I stayed with during my internship gave me a g*ft. Two unclothed girls intertwined in a loving embrace. She has a friend that paints lesbian art.
That painting, it's 14 by 20, which I thought would never hang on my wall, is now the center piece of my 'art' collection. I've developed an affinity for lesbian art, some of it is not for public viewing, Some of these artist get really carried away, but they have to be supported to. My wife is a large animal vet, and we live in a ranch house with a couple of Mexican vaqueros and their wives. We live outside Santa Fe and are embedded in the lesbian scene. So many college girls come through here. Searching for their connection, that girl of their dreams.
