The Man Next Door, Or Fallen Woman, Either One

Fallen woman.

I went gay early in high school and remained gay all through college. I met my special life partner in college and we moved to Houston. When we got into our thirties we decided to buy a house. For a lot of reasons, too many to mention, we never got married. Out in the suburbs, socializing with friends became a chore. For the first time ever, we had a lot of spare time on our hands. The normal suburban chores, the lawn, the oil change, the supermarket. The other women with kids in tow, the men going off to golf. We had no kids, no man to go play golf. We watched television for entertainment, and that got old.

Our relationship got boring and then it got cold. Weeks passed and we hadn't even shared a kiss. Then months. One day I was out back dealing with hose. Our neighbor looked over the fence and asked it I could bring that snake to heel. You are doing at it all wrong he told me. You have to extend it all the way, and then straighten out the coils. Frustrated he said I'm coming over to show you. He wrestled with the hose for a while, and then it was nicely curled up all nice and neat. See, women can cook, men can deal with the hose. Thanks a lot, how did he know I could cook. It's born in you he told me, like a man can shoot. I bet you can fold a set of sheets in a hurry. Well, when you need a man to get you out of trouble come get me.

I lay there, on my back, watching the blades of the fan go round and round. He was all over me, grabbing my breasts with one hand while feeling me up and licking my clit. Not something girls do, not like that, they are far more gentle. The actual fucking took a minute or two. There, I was officially now not a virgin. He told me to lay there, to let him have a good look. He stood over me, his penis still wet. I have to fuck you half a dozen times for you to accept in your brain that you are now my woman. Sure, like that happens. He fucked me again before he let me get dressed.

A dozen times, maybe more maybe less, and I was cooking for him. My girlfriend had left to find love with a girl she met at the gym. In short order he had me pregnant and cleaning his house, we had sold the house I had bought with my girlfriend. When I went out all pregnant to do the groceries, the other women smiled at me. Hey I'm a lesbian I smiled back, really I am. The baby took all my time, something so natural takes every waking moment from you. That's all you can do, all you want to do. This breastfeeding was different. Some things only women do.

He took over all the man things, the yard, the car, the job. I took on all the women things, the baby, the house, the cooking, the grocery shopping. When we went out, the three of us, women smiled at me. I was one of them now, another suburban housewife with a man to cook for. I lasted a short while before I was pregnant again. And then after the second one, another one. Three is a bunch, in and out of the Suburban. Two in a stroller, one on the hand. Groceries, shopping, the park, and Church. Women smiled at me all the time, we have it under control. Let the husband deal with parking the car, just come on in woman, get your cart and start loading up the groceries. Snacks, dinner, drinks, lunch packs for the kids, let's see, should I make spaghetti or should we have hamburgers tonight?