I Little Bit About My Dyke Self And Getting Married

The first time I was called a dyke I was in college in San Antonio. The girl that called me a dyke was a real sorority type and she had long hair, and nice body, and she was sorority pretty. Drove a BMW. I worked part time in the service line of the cafeteria. I took offense to her, I wore my hair short since junior high because I was a sports nut, and did track and played soccer. Body style wise, I was my mother, tall for a girl, with long legs and thin, with a small chest. But pretty, I was always pretty, blue eyes and blonde hair and I could carry it off, especially in pictures.

Any way, miss sorority told me that there was a man on campus looking for girls to model. She assured me he was a photographer and was looking for models for Penney's. She swore up and down that it wasn't a scam and she was modeling for him and I should go to. She didn't call me a dyke right then. He was a photographer and I fit his typecasting for sports gear. It was while we were modeling that she nonchalantly changed in front of me. In panties and bra she asked me if I thought she was pretty. She faced me and took her bra off. Wanted to know if I thought she had nice tits. "You can touch them if you want".

I am a dyke, but I had never touched a girl's tits. Nor kissed a girl. Or anything. I had lost my virginity in high school to the jock football receiver. But now I touched her tits, and she used her hand to squeeze my hand to squeeze her tit. "You can kiss me". Why did I start? I couldn't stop and she had to push me off and tell me to settle down because people could hear us.

I ate her outright. Tore at her pussy. No amount of 'settle down, go easy' stopped me. I was let loose and I could not get enough of her. She liked to tease me, wore silly panties, wore a dress all the time and dressed up real pretty. She was all sorority and I had to keep myself under control, because sororities pay lip service to lesbians but don't like out lesbians. It was the hardest thing for me. I was 'hungry' for her all the time, but not nice hungry. I was aggressive and dominating, she didn't refuse me, but she didn't want it in public. "Keep your hands to yourself".

I am a lot more controlled now. We live in Houston, in an apartment in a fairly gay part of town, and we can dance and kiss and hold hands in public. She works for a Big Four accounting firm and I work in Public Relations for a city department. Where she works there are gay women, but where I work it is a gay department. Being a dyke helps a lot, I get left alone.

We are going to get married. We decided we both would wear wedding gowns and j*welry. I'm letting my hair grow a little, she wants a lot of sorority girl photoshoots. The only dyke part I'm allowed is she will stand to my left during the ceremony. We will be Mrs. and Mrs. Smith (my real last name). After the ceremony I will wear trousers for the reception.