Lesbian Female / 26
Close Encounters Of The Best Kind, Or, Messing Around With A Girl
During the summer between my junior and senior years in high school my family made a trip to Puerto Vallarta to stay in a time share of a friend who couldn't go. It was my dad, mom, me and my sister. The time share was not in a good place as far as access. And not close to the beach at all. It did have a private pool, but it became clear it was an all gay place.
At that time I was very much questioning my own feelings. I had right then a real bad crush on this girl Maxine who was in my grade. I worshipped her and would be willing to kiss her feet if that is what she wanted. We got together in her bedroom and she showed me her woman's parts, it was awful. Like puke awful. I didn't find any of it attractive. She go angry with me, but I couldn't do it. I became convinced I wasn't lesbian.
During the week we were in Puerto Vallarta I met a guy who wasn't gay, from Arizona. He was there with his gay brother. As he showed me, it was all gay there. Mostly gay men, but also gay women. In any event, I was at the place he shared with his brother and he had me stand on the balcony holding onto the railing and he stuck his dick in me. It embarrassed me that he had me bent over and he was looking straight down and my butthole and I was sure my womanhood wasn't any better looking than Maxine's. Neither Maxine or I had evolved to groom ourselves there.
But he fucked away until he came and I went back to the apartment with his sperm looking for my egg to fertilize. It was funny in a way, because I lay on the bed imagining the sperm fighting for the right to fertilize me. I just hoped the winner would fertilize a girl in me and not a boy.
I went home and I was pregnant. I went to school until winter break, and then I was home schooled because I was pregnant. After the baby came, a boy, I called the 'father' and let him know the joyous news. Look I produced a boy for you, aren't you happy.
It was wedding bells time and I got married. He was off to college so I went along and we lived off campus. We found a baby sitter and I went to college, just took less hours. Along the way I met this girl, she was just something about her. One day out of nowhere I leaned over and kissed her. She asked me why? I don't know, I wanted to. She reciprocated and kissed me on the mouth. Two can play at that game. She pushed me and I skipped class and went to her dorm room and she forced my legs open and had no problem facing my spread open woman's world. Licking, fingering, sucking, she got me to orgasm.
That was the beginning of a pure lesbian relationship with her. I got over my aversion to pussy and went down on her with gusto. I ate to my heart's content. She got orgasms and I got pubes in my teeth. We decided it would be better if we took a razor to our pubes after that. My husband wasn't stup1d. He put two and two together and after the end of our first year he divorced me. By then I was OUT, a full fledged queer girl.
Two years later we broke up and I went back to my husband. I promised I would keep it under control, we were older and the baby needed him. I promised to get pregnant again and we got married for the second time. I've been pretty reasonable about it. I did have second baby and got my girl. We graduated and are back home now. I keep my trysts with the other girl purely sexual. No long term stuff. Just sex, ma'am. Just for the pussy. Right now believe it or not I'm back with Maxine. We both shave regularly, and now I like her pussy.
She is in it for the long haul. I won't risk my marriage the second time, not with two children. So unless my husband allows me to have Maxine as my girlfriend, we have to keep the relationship under the covers, in the back of the closet. My husband likes me shaved too, so that makes it easy.
At that time I was very much questioning my own feelings. I had right then a real bad crush on this girl Maxine who was in my grade. I worshipped her and would be willing to kiss her feet if that is what she wanted. We got together in her bedroom and she showed me her woman's parts, it was awful. Like puke awful. I didn't find any of it attractive. She go angry with me, but I couldn't do it. I became convinced I wasn't lesbian.
During the week we were in Puerto Vallarta I met a guy who wasn't gay, from Arizona. He was there with his gay brother. As he showed me, it was all gay there. Mostly gay men, but also gay women. In any event, I was at the place he shared with his brother and he had me stand on the balcony holding onto the railing and he stuck his dick in me. It embarrassed me that he had me bent over and he was looking straight down and my butthole and I was sure my womanhood wasn't any better looking than Maxine's. Neither Maxine or I had evolved to groom ourselves there.
But he fucked away until he came and I went back to the apartment with his sperm looking for my egg to fertilize. It was funny in a way, because I lay on the bed imagining the sperm fighting for the right to fertilize me. I just hoped the winner would fertilize a girl in me and not a boy.
I went home and I was pregnant. I went to school until winter break, and then I was home schooled because I was pregnant. After the baby came, a boy, I called the 'father' and let him know the joyous news. Look I produced a boy for you, aren't you happy.
It was wedding bells time and I got married. He was off to college so I went along and we lived off campus. We found a baby sitter and I went to college, just took less hours. Along the way I met this girl, she was just something about her. One day out of nowhere I leaned over and kissed her. She asked me why? I don't know, I wanted to. She reciprocated and kissed me on the mouth. Two can play at that game. She pushed me and I skipped class and went to her dorm room and she forced my legs open and had no problem facing my spread open woman's world. Licking, fingering, sucking, she got me to orgasm.
That was the beginning of a pure lesbian relationship with her. I got over my aversion to pussy and went down on her with gusto. I ate to my heart's content. She got orgasms and I got pubes in my teeth. We decided it would be better if we took a razor to our pubes after that. My husband wasn't stup1d. He put two and two together and after the end of our first year he divorced me. By then I was OUT, a full fledged queer girl.
Two years later we broke up and I went back to my husband. I promised I would keep it under control, we were older and the baby needed him. I promised to get pregnant again and we got married for the second time. I've been pretty reasonable about it. I did have second baby and got my girl. We graduated and are back home now. I keep my trysts with the other girl purely sexual. No long term stuff. Just sex, ma'am. Just for the pussy. Right now believe it or not I'm back with Maxine. We both shave regularly, and now I like her pussy.
She is in it for the long haul. I won't risk my marriage the second time, not with two children. So unless my husband allows me to have Maxine as my girlfriend, we have to keep the relationship under the covers, in the back of the closet. My husband likes me shaved too, so that makes it easy.
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