Lesbian Female / 38
Growing Up Lesbian In A Small Town
I was without a job after a RIF layoff and looking to pay the bills. My mother sent me to see this lady at the county courthouse and see if they had a job. I got hired on as a summer intern, but she told me that if I wanted a real job I had to get some education. That's why I went to college.
First I went to the community college for some hours, I got 21 hours there. I applied for a 'real' college, you wound never know it, and got in. I studied business and got a degree and after I was degreed I got on a the county courthouse full time.
The story of course is that the lady who encouraged me wanted something in return. She liked that I was small but had nice tits. She liked that I had nice hips and she could eat me out. She liked to show me all the things that I could do with her and never put up with a dick. I ate pussy, sucked on her tits, made out and all that. What we had was purely sexual, I liked her as a friend, but she was my mother's age and the girl I had feelings for I met in college.
The girl I liked in that way was kind and from a small blue collar family. She and I had a thing going, we were past the get to know you kiss and all that. We had made love that morning when her father and brother showed up. Who did she think she was? Making her brother look bad. They took her back to their blue collar world and forced her to get married to Joe, a real jerk and drunk asshole as far as I was concerned. She had to have kids, and she worked at the truck dealership in accounts payable.
It was hard for me to understand that she would be dragged away from college and forced to get married and have kids. My mentor, I'll call her that, she felt for me when all that was happening and she kept me with her all night. She told me that even if I didn't appreciate it, she was in love with me and she wanted me to have a good life. I told her I loved her, but I never did, not like that.
One day I met a man at the court house. He was there filing some papers. He said he was a lawyer from the Big City, and he had a client who had been accused and he was his defense attorney. Well, he was nice looking and he was obviously very well educated, so I helped him all I could.
Turns out that his client was in a divorce and his wife was suing him for 'messing around' with a woman in our small town. A woman that I knew. When it came time for deposition she admitted to it and also said she was having an affair with one of the county sheriff boys. Small town stuff. Of course I was in an affair with my supervisor too, and being two women that would be really hot news.
I won't bore you with living in a small town. There are lesbians there, but there isn't a lesbian crowd. You keep yourself well hidden and develop excuses as to why you are not married. I got the urge, I'll call it that, to have a baby. It came out of nowhere. Every pregnant woman I saw I longed to be her. Of course for that I would have to 'lay down beside a man'. But who?
The lawyer, he liked me enough. He was from out of town, I would contact him and get pregnant and that would be that. But he is a 'family law' lawyer and he figured me out pretty fast. He figured out that I 'layed down beside a woman' and that I had no experience with a man. He fucked me anyway, he said he had never had a lesbian. And he fucked me until I was pregnant. After I was pregnant he changed his mind.
I never thought that's how I would get married. With a baby in my belly, already showing, on a lawn with my mentor standing there for me. She gave me a great big kiss in front of everyone there, she told me she loved me and wanted me to have lots of babies for her. She cried and cried once the minister said 'man and wife'. She said she knew the day would come when she had to give me up for a man.
My affair with her ended that day. We are best of friends, she is like my second mother really. She considers my kids her grandkids. My husband like I said is a family law guy and I hear all about these women who run around and these guys who knock up secretaries and nurses. He makes a good living. Mostly he takes the woman's side. I have kissed a girl, and if something more happened I'm not free to tell. One thing I've learned from my husband, do not kiss and tell.
First I went to the community college for some hours, I got 21 hours there. I applied for a 'real' college, you wound never know it, and got in. I studied business and got a degree and after I was degreed I got on a the county courthouse full time.
The story of course is that the lady who encouraged me wanted something in return. She liked that I was small but had nice tits. She liked that I had nice hips and she could eat me out. She liked to show me all the things that I could do with her and never put up with a dick. I ate pussy, sucked on her tits, made out and all that. What we had was purely sexual, I liked her as a friend, but she was my mother's age and the girl I had feelings for I met in college.
The girl I liked in that way was kind and from a small blue collar family. She and I had a thing going, we were past the get to know you kiss and all that. We had made love that morning when her father and brother showed up. Who did she think she was? Making her brother look bad. They took her back to their blue collar world and forced her to get married to Joe, a real jerk and drunk asshole as far as I was concerned. She had to have kids, and she worked at the truck dealership in accounts payable.
It was hard for me to understand that she would be dragged away from college and forced to get married and have kids. My mentor, I'll call her that, she felt for me when all that was happening and she kept me with her all night. She told me that even if I didn't appreciate it, she was in love with me and she wanted me to have a good life. I told her I loved her, but I never did, not like that.
One day I met a man at the court house. He was there filing some papers. He said he was a lawyer from the Big City, and he had a client who had been accused and he was his defense attorney. Well, he was nice looking and he was obviously very well educated, so I helped him all I could.
Turns out that his client was in a divorce and his wife was suing him for 'messing around' with a woman in our small town. A woman that I knew. When it came time for deposition she admitted to it and also said she was having an affair with one of the county sheriff boys. Small town stuff. Of course I was in an affair with my supervisor too, and being two women that would be really hot news.
I won't bore you with living in a small town. There are lesbians there, but there isn't a lesbian crowd. You keep yourself well hidden and develop excuses as to why you are not married. I got the urge, I'll call it that, to have a baby. It came out of nowhere. Every pregnant woman I saw I longed to be her. Of course for that I would have to 'lay down beside a man'. But who?
The lawyer, he liked me enough. He was from out of town, I would contact him and get pregnant and that would be that. But he is a 'family law' lawyer and he figured me out pretty fast. He figured out that I 'layed down beside a woman' and that I had no experience with a man. He fucked me anyway, he said he had never had a lesbian. And he fucked me until I was pregnant. After I was pregnant he changed his mind.
I never thought that's how I would get married. With a baby in my belly, already showing, on a lawn with my mentor standing there for me. She gave me a great big kiss in front of everyone there, she told me she loved me and wanted me to have lots of babies for her. She cried and cried once the minister said 'man and wife'. She said she knew the day would come when she had to give me up for a man.
My affair with her ended that day. We are best of friends, she is like my second mother really. She considers my kids her grandkids. My husband like I said is a family law guy and I hear all about these women who run around and these guys who knock up secretaries and nurses. He makes a good living. Mostly he takes the woman's side. I have kissed a girl, and if something more happened I'm not free to tell. One thing I've learned from my husband, do not kiss and tell.
