The Crucible, Becoming Adult Women

In college I became involved with a guy who put the girlfriend label on me. It progressed through dating to sex to laundry. A year after I moved in with him, I was now a senior, I met this girl in class and we became friends from the very beginning. One afternoon we were talking at her apartment and she invited me to lay down on her bed with her and one thing and then another and we were making out and getting personal. I blew it off as an extra girlfriend escapade, but it was a lot more than that.

My boyfriend got a good job and he told me he was taking me with him and we got married a couple of weeks before graduation. My new friend was upset about me getting married and we had reconciliation sex and a lot of promises and I told her that she should come with us. I introduced her to my now husband and told him that she was coming, she was part of the overall bargain. Baggage, I had a girlfriend.

Once settled in, he came along with his lesbian chicks, we got jobs and liked the city. Both of us chicks are dancers and we found a couple of clubs to go to. He took us and sat to take care of us and run off any undesirable who was bothering us. We danced for him, we danced for him to watch us. We were full into him taking care of us. Like going out with our very own Doberman.

Our sex lives were all over the place. He had as much as he wanted and we were free to have as much sex as we wanted. Sometimes, but not always, we had threeway sex which got a little too heavy. We learned the hard way that when we had a threeway he got very impulsive and aggressive and we were on the receiving end. We talked about it a lot but it never got better.

One night we had been dancing and were all tired out and we stripped off our sweaty underwear and he initiated a threesome. He was a lot more aggressive than normal. It was late and we were tired so we let him do what he wanted. After sex, he turned on the lights and told us that he was tired of living like that, we weren't going anywhere. Either we got serious about adult living or he was going to have to look for a woman that wanted to have a family.

We were struck by lightening. I'm sure he saw our faces of disbelief, that literally had never crossed our minds. He supervised us flushing our birth control down the toilet. We started to have reproductive sex, object, conception. Timing, pillows under our hips to help flow the sperm up our reproductive system. Day after day all through our fertile cycle, until one by one we did become pregnant.

We are very much pregnant, I am carrying a girl and she is carrying a boy. We know that we are now 'married' for real. One time I had to do laundry to prove I was his girlfriend, now we have to prove ourselves by carrying his babies. The talk is about getting another house, with four bedrooms. Moving out to the suburbs. We will probably have a party to say goodbye to our twenties, combined with a housewarming and welcoming home the babies.