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Lesbian Stories
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Lesbian Female / 26
A Night Out And Getting In Trouble
I got the sex talk from the nurse at school when I was caught in the bathroom, with another girl. We both got the sex talk together and the warning not to go down that road, it was the road to nowhere. Be good little girls and get a boyfriend. It was only later, much much later, that I learned that the nurse herself liked the girls.
My bathroom cohort took the advise seriously and ended up with a boyfriend. I went on to college and experimented with several girls. I left college with a job with an oil company. I met a girl there who liked to party and we went out one night to this nightclub. It was loud and the lights were flashing and there were guys walking around kissing girls. A few got slapped, others were cussed at, but the guys moved on to some other girl.
I was first grabbed by the neck and turned to face him, he got in a full on kiss before I got my knee up to kick him. I got slapped and turned over the back of the sofa, and his hand up my crotch. Someone helped him get my pants down and in a split second he had his dick in me. Whether it was a minute or two I have no idea, I do know he didn't quit until he had made his deposit in me. A couple of bouncers got to us and tossed us both out for lude behavior and barred from the night club.
Out on the street next to the parking lot I didn't have my purse and I was starring at him. He asked me it I wanted a repeat, he grabbed me by the arm and half carried me to the parking lot. I managed to scream loud enough and he let me go but demanded a repeat. He hadn't
adequately finished. Nothing that makes sense can explain it, I let him bend me over the hood of a car and finish himself completely. I was trembling and I was angry but I bit my tongue and didn't say anything. I let him take me and put me in his pickup and take me to his apartment.
He had sex with me all night long, how many I don't remember, but it was more than one and it was complete exhausting his supply until he built up a reserve and went after me again. I woke up under him with his arm as my pillow. It was only then that I realized just how big he was, and heavy. I managed to get in the bathroom and shower and wash myself out and used my finger to brush my teeth, but my clothes were in the bedroom. I used to towel to cover myself, picked up my clothes and dressed in the bathroom. I found a phone downstairs in the kitchen and called my friend to come and get me.
Before she could get to me he came down asking me if I had put on the coffee. I put it on while he showered and dressed and he was decent when my friend came. We exchanged names and I left with my girlfriend.
It was her questions that made me think that I did have a chance to get pregnant. I was a day away from my period, but my period didn't happen. I waited another month and another missed period before I went to a doctor and he confirmed with an ultrasound that I was pregnant. I got the whole pea and thumb size comparisons, and a lot more sex knowledge than I cared to learn at that moment. I walked out with a few different pamphlets on gestational care and county assistance. There was absolutely nothing on abortion.
My girlfriend and I had a very deep several conversations and she agreed to coparent with me and be the other mother, as long as we got married. We got married before it was obvious, first with a courthouse marriage and then we had one with friends and relatives, but I was showing. No one dared ask me who was the father, and we didn't offer.
We have our bundle of joy, she is now two going on fourteen. I survived the pregnancy and I delivered with a saddle block. We do get child support from him, but he gets visitation. I avoid like the plague ever talking about that nightclub. We are good girls now and don't go to those places.
My bathroom cohort took the advise seriously and ended up with a boyfriend. I went on to college and experimented with several girls. I left college with a job with an oil company. I met a girl there who liked to party and we went out one night to this nightclub. It was loud and the lights were flashing and there were guys walking around kissing girls. A few got slapped, others were cussed at, but the guys moved on to some other girl.
I was first grabbed by the neck and turned to face him, he got in a full on kiss before I got my knee up to kick him. I got slapped and turned over the back of the sofa, and his hand up my crotch. Someone helped him get my pants down and in a split second he had his dick in me. Whether it was a minute or two I have no idea, I do know he didn't quit until he had made his deposit in me. A couple of bouncers got to us and tossed us both out for lude behavior and barred from the night club.
Out on the street next to the parking lot I didn't have my purse and I was starring at him. He asked me it I wanted a repeat, he grabbed me by the arm and half carried me to the parking lot. I managed to scream loud enough and he let me go but demanded a repeat. He hadn't
adequately finished. Nothing that makes sense can explain it, I let him bend me over the hood of a car and finish himself completely. I was trembling and I was angry but I bit my tongue and didn't say anything. I let him take me and put me in his pickup and take me to his apartment.
He had sex with me all night long, how many I don't remember, but it was more than one and it was complete exhausting his supply until he built up a reserve and went after me again. I woke up under him with his arm as my pillow. It was only then that I realized just how big he was, and heavy. I managed to get in the bathroom and shower and wash myself out and used my finger to brush my teeth, but my clothes were in the bedroom. I used to towel to cover myself, picked up my clothes and dressed in the bathroom. I found a phone downstairs in the kitchen and called my friend to come and get me.
Before she could get to me he came down asking me if I had put on the coffee. I put it on while he showered and dressed and he was decent when my friend came. We exchanged names and I left with my girlfriend.
It was her questions that made me think that I did have a chance to get pregnant. I was a day away from my period, but my period didn't happen. I waited another month and another missed period before I went to a doctor and he confirmed with an ultrasound that I was pregnant. I got the whole pea and thumb size comparisons, and a lot more sex knowledge than I cared to learn at that moment. I walked out with a few different pamphlets on gestational care and county assistance. There was absolutely nothing on abortion.
My girlfriend and I had a very deep several conversations and she agreed to coparent with me and be the other mother, as long as we got married. We got married before it was obvious, first with a courthouse marriage and then we had one with friends and relatives, but I was showing. No one dared ask me who was the father, and we didn't offer.
We have our bundle of joy, she is now two going on fourteen. I survived the pregnancy and I delivered with a saddle block. We do get child support from him, but he gets visitation. I avoid like the plague ever talking about that nightclub. We are good girls now and don't go to those places.
