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Lesbian Stories
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Lesbian Female / 50
Lucky Or Unlucky I Don't Know Which, I Married A Man, But Divorced Him
When I was fourteen my neighbor friend and I shaved our pubes. We shaved each other. It was the first time that I really touched and examined a girl. She lay on her back and let her legs open so I could discover. Nothing drawings do justice to. I found her clit and her vagina and rubbed her clit and stuck my finger in her vagina. Only after that did I kiss her pussy, with all my might and stuck my tongue in. She repeated the favor. We were off and running. We had no after school supervision, we lay naked on the bed and sucked tits and fingered pussy and ate pussy and kissed heavily. Something in us had been set loose.
As we went through high school we became more and more amorous. We held hands when watching a movie, we hugged and kissed gently. My parents were tolerant, sure it was a phase of adolescence. Her parents were more worldly and witnessed their daughter become a full blood lesbian. Neither set of parents stopped us, or commented negatively. It was far better for us to play lesbian than end up pregnant. The pragmatic answer.
In college I was thrown to the ground and a guy got on me. He held me down so I couldn't move and humped my ass until I let my legs open. He got on his knees and pulled my pants down, and I closed my eyes waiting for the inevitable. He shoved his penis in, one shove, before he 'fucked' me, and came inside me. I found out that I was girlfriend material and spent the rest of college in his bed, with my legs open.
I got married right after graduation, as he was ROTC and had joined the Navy. We moved to San Diego and he went off on his ship and I went to work as a bookkeeper in a small accounting firm. In the apartments were we lived I met this girl Jessica. She liked to shave her pussy and asked me if I wanted her to shave me. There on my back as she shaved all my pubes away, there on my elbows with my butt in the air as she 'bleached' my anus. Only after I was completely shaved clean and my anus bleached did she eat me. I learned from Jessica that anal oral sex was amazing.
Jessica worked for a Chiropractor as a receptionist, and she worked out at the gym and asked me to join her. By the time I saw my husband again I had small guns to show him for the effort. He wasn't turned on by my shaved and bleached anus, and didn't want me that way. I didn't look like a woman. Letting my pubes grow out again, even groomed, I didn't like them. I preferred the totally naked look on me. And I missed Jessica's tongue on my anus, and the groping and kissing that went along with it. By the time we hit the one year mark, we were getting divorced and I went full on back to Jessica.
In SC being lesbian just wasn't what it was in my hometown. It seemed that everyone was lesbian, we did not have anything to do with men, and only socialized around women. Lots of girl couples, some old and some young. and here and there a mother daughter type relationship. Without any boundaries, without anyone castigating us for being lesbian, we went down the path of most lesbians at the time. We were proud of our bodies, as we were into body sculpture, and we had no problem showing off our now empowered vulvas at the pool in the complex. NO MEN allowed, or something like that, nothing but lesbians lived at this complex.
We just got back from one of our cruises, this time we went to the Mediterranean. We saw Greece and Turkey, the water looks nice but it is not user friendly. On the ship we met a couple, our age, who were friendly. She is lesbian, but married at twenty when she got pregnant. She has been married thirty years to her husband, thirty years married to a man, and she is a very definitely a lesbian. Oh, and she had three children. She isn't one that brings it up, we had to draw it out of her. It's just what happened to her.
That could have been me if I had not met Jessica. Married to a Navy man, with three kids, living off base, socializing with other Navy wives. That some of us were lesbians would not have changed a thing. For lesbians having their husbands at sea was never a problem. But a good Navy lesbian wife never turns her back on her husband.
As we went through high school we became more and more amorous. We held hands when watching a movie, we hugged and kissed gently. My parents were tolerant, sure it was a phase of adolescence. Her parents were more worldly and witnessed their daughter become a full blood lesbian. Neither set of parents stopped us, or commented negatively. It was far better for us to play lesbian than end up pregnant. The pragmatic answer.
In college I was thrown to the ground and a guy got on me. He held me down so I couldn't move and humped my ass until I let my legs open. He got on his knees and pulled my pants down, and I closed my eyes waiting for the inevitable. He shoved his penis in, one shove, before he 'fucked' me, and came inside me. I found out that I was girlfriend material and spent the rest of college in his bed, with my legs open.
I got married right after graduation, as he was ROTC and had joined the Navy. We moved to San Diego and he went off on his ship and I went to work as a bookkeeper in a small accounting firm. In the apartments were we lived I met this girl Jessica. She liked to shave her pussy and asked me if I wanted her to shave me. There on my back as she shaved all my pubes away, there on my elbows with my butt in the air as she 'bleached' my anus. Only after I was completely shaved clean and my anus bleached did she eat me. I learned from Jessica that anal oral sex was amazing.
Jessica worked for a Chiropractor as a receptionist, and she worked out at the gym and asked me to join her. By the time I saw my husband again I had small guns to show him for the effort. He wasn't turned on by my shaved and bleached anus, and didn't want me that way. I didn't look like a woman. Letting my pubes grow out again, even groomed, I didn't like them. I preferred the totally naked look on me. And I missed Jessica's tongue on my anus, and the groping and kissing that went along with it. By the time we hit the one year mark, we were getting divorced and I went full on back to Jessica.
In SC being lesbian just wasn't what it was in my hometown. It seemed that everyone was lesbian, we did not have anything to do with men, and only socialized around women. Lots of girl couples, some old and some young. and here and there a mother daughter type relationship. Without any boundaries, without anyone castigating us for being lesbian, we went down the path of most lesbians at the time. We were proud of our bodies, as we were into body sculpture, and we had no problem showing off our now empowered vulvas at the pool in the complex. NO MEN allowed, or something like that, nothing but lesbians lived at this complex.
We just got back from one of our cruises, this time we went to the Mediterranean. We saw Greece and Turkey, the water looks nice but it is not user friendly. On the ship we met a couple, our age, who were friendly. She is lesbian, but married at twenty when she got pregnant. She has been married thirty years to her husband, thirty years married to a man, and she is a very definitely a lesbian. Oh, and she had three children. She isn't one that brings it up, we had to draw it out of her. It's just what happened to her.
That could have been me if I had not met Jessica. Married to a Navy man, with three kids, living off base, socializing with other Navy wives. That some of us were lesbians would not have changed a thing. For lesbians having their husbands at sea was never a problem. But a good Navy lesbian wife never turns her back on her husband.
