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Lesbian Stories
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Lesbian Female / 63
Under Austere Circumstances I Fell In Love
Although I am one of five sisters I have since early childhood been very modest. I survived high school where boys bragged of the girls they screwed and the girls bragged as to who screwed them. Virginity wasn't a badge, it was shame you kept to yourself. I had a small scholarship to a private religious school, unapologetic in its mission to mold Christian men and women. I graduated with a degree in Social Services and embraced the mission to spread the word. I was sent on a two year mission to Central America.
I was barely twenty two when a village we were working at a school was taken over by a force of men and women fighting the government. I was made a nurse, the young men and women recruited. Most of the injuries were accidental, lots of stomach problems from the bad food. I saw my first gun shot victim, the wound was hideous, I was unprepared for that.
The conditions were primitive. There was limited privacy. I was one more woman in a hut. I developed a frame of mind that led me to masturbate and sleep with a girl named Blanca. She was my only focus, my rock. She worked in the communal kitchen. Around the camp we were made fun of, but otherwise left alone. I learned my Spanish that year.
I was rescued one morning when the government troops arrived. Blanca and I were separated, I was taken to the capital and sent home. To this day, forty five years later I still carry Blanca in my soul. The government regained control, the revolutionaries grew old. I met Denise by accident and became lovers, and soul mates.
I was barely twenty two when a village we were working at a school was taken over by a force of men and women fighting the government. I was made a nurse, the young men and women recruited. Most of the injuries were accidental, lots of stomach problems from the bad food. I saw my first gun shot victim, the wound was hideous, I was unprepared for that.
The conditions were primitive. There was limited privacy. I was one more woman in a hut. I developed a frame of mind that led me to masturbate and sleep with a girl named Blanca. She was my only focus, my rock. She worked in the communal kitchen. Around the camp we were made fun of, but otherwise left alone. I learned my Spanish that year.
I was rescued one morning when the government troops arrived. Blanca and I were separated, I was taken to the capital and sent home. To this day, forty five years later I still carry Blanca in my soul. The government regained control, the revolutionaries grew old. I met Denise by accident and became lovers, and soul mates.
