How Ever Did A Nice Lesbian Chick End Up Married With Three Kids

As I progressed in school I became more and more involved in athletics. In lower school I was into soccer and swimming. As I went up in school I was into swimming and softball. I played second base. I went to college on a partial softball scholarship. I also swam, but not competitively. Needless to say I was around girls and women in athletics and post training or games there was the shower ritual. It's a shock at first, but you get used to it, and it becomes a real bonding ritual. All those naked girls and you look at them and yourself and wonder how something so standard can be so varied.

I know you are guessing right now, yes I liked being in the showers, I liked being lathered down by a teammate, yes I am a breast girl. MM Good, when you can motorboat your teammate. There was always the old pussy thing to get over. We mostly all shaved pretty close, some girls actually went to salons, other's who couldn't afford did their own, or in twos with a favorite teammate. I liked being treated to it, having everything touched and getting a big fat kiss from my teammate when she was through. Of course I reciprocated, including the big fat kiss. It was our thing. Kissing pussy felt right.

We got carried away at times, got out a mirror to do the self examination, straddled one on the floor to get a good look. But of course, we had each other to get to explore the anatomy and find the little crevasse that needed kissing, and the girl penis that needed nibbling on. Oh, and getting a tongue deep inside her vagina and making her gush her fluids. We traded fluids all the time. We liked being best friends and we showed it with sleepovers, and hiding under covers, and tongue hocky and all the other things girls do.

In college there were guys who liked hanging around lesbians. Some were useful to us, so we let them. Others we got rid of, they were useless man meat as far as we were concerned. But, as we got along into our upper years we asked ourselves often, "How do you really know you are a lesbian? If you have never been with a man". We decided to test who we were.

It ended badly for both of us, the guys took possession and wouldn't let us go, and by the time we graduated they had ringed us and our father's walked us down the isle. In spite of all the movies and information, and older sisters and mothers, the wedding night did not go well. It went very bad, actually. It was an awful confrontation. But the situation was what it was and we were in a wedding chamber and he was intent on showing off the bloody sheets.

I stayed married for two years, but walked away with a baby girl. Babies are intensive, expensive, time consuming affairs. If he didn't pay me child support and spousal support and take care of me and the baby I would have had to return home with my tail between my legs. He didn't even move out, and he didn't leave me alone. I had to trade off sex for support. Sex and all the other woman's work that goes with it. Men help, 10%, and you had better thank them for it.

I became pregnant again, I was nursing and didn't want to take chemical birth control, and walla, I was pregnant again. We got married again. For the insurance, for the taxes, because I was never going to be able to manage alone. I threw in the towel, moved into his bed, and we had a boy and girl each with their room.

That's how I got into where I am. I am still a homemaker Mom, I do a little graphic art on the side, we have three now, so no, I never have gone on birth control again. Nature makes those decisions and I go along. As long as he keeps pumping, the babies will keep coming. I am reminded daily that I have a duty to raise my son to be a man. No sissies allowed. He is not yet old enough to go hunting, but he has his cammo waiting. Maybe next deer season he will become a man and shoot his own deer and field dress it with his father. I'm glad I won't be there, us girls will be at home doing girl stuff and waiting.