Threading My Life Around My Father's Feelings

College days are full of first time experiences. My first time was with another girl, a year ahead of me. I was embarrassed, scared, guilt ridden. Why I confessed to a guy classmate I don't know, maybe he looked like he would listen.

He told me all girls want pussy, want to kiss a girl, want to slip and slide naked over each other. That's normal. Letting a guy fuck you, that's a big deal.

Another friend, this time female, told me that guy was crazy, by no means do all girls want to kiss with another girl. Girls want dick, not pussy.

Why then did I like being naked and slipping and sliding with another girl. Why was kissing so good, her lips so sweet, her hands touching me making my heart run? Maybe he was right, girls want pussy.

I kept talking with him as my sexual affair moved on from unsure to wanting to be with her. Face it, he said, you're queer. A year went by and my now girlfriend insisted I confess to my parents. That was my litmus test.

When I did the story quickly became about him, never mentioning another girl. Telling my parents wasn't in me. My parents kept pressuring me to meet him. I asked him to help me, play along, I was going to tell my parents. Then they would disown me.

He talked sports with my father, thanked my mother for dinner. Then without telling me, he told them he intended to marry me, but I had to graduate, his kids would have an educated mother. Applauding, slaps on the back, go get her big boy, take her off our hands, make a woman out of her.

In secret my mother told me about my girlfriend, and I was playing with fire. Girls experiment, now I had a man who wanted me married with children. Don't blow it.

I walked down the idle, my girlfriend waiting for me, she was my Maid of Honor. She touched my hand, keep my composure. Marry and make children, for both of us.

I am married, to a friend, who runs the con job. My girlfriend remains hidden, but not really. She sat with me through labor, helps with babysitting. She's the Aunt. I'm the mother. My friend is the father. He plays golf with my father, my mother sort of has a daughter in law. She keeps our 'little thing' secret.

So to summarize not all girls want pussy, hot kisses, with a girl. But some girls do. Some girls want dick. That's where my mother comes from. How can you not want dick? Because I'm a lesbian? I do 'take dick' from my husband, I do not want some other girl getting pregnant by him. I am possessive about that.

And that's the answer isn't it, some girls are all into pussy, some girls are into dick, good for them. My father really, really does not want to face the facts. But my girlfriend has a seat at his table. Just don't talk about it.