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Lesbian Stories
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Lesbian Female / 30
One Last Fling Before Getting Married
I would say that I wasn't expecting it. I had by then become self supporting, had a job I had been at for five years, I had a group that I socialized with, I knew every good hangout where girls met other girls. I was always, from school forward, an athletic type, and I worked out at a gym every morning. I had one girl who was my favorite and we spent our spare time together. For reasons that have nothing to do with nothing, neither one of us was into the outspoken in the streets type. What happened in the bedroom stayed in the bedroom.
As it happens, our friends group decided to take a trip to Cabo. One of the friends had made arrangements to rent a time share for the week. Slept five, is what the advertisement said. At the unit we scoped out the bedrooms and we decided to take the master. King size bed, with a view of the ocean, sunsets, and all that. We were noisy, it was our honeymoon. It is also when we let our relationship become public. Never said anything, just acted it out, and got noisy in the bedroom.
P.S. Not that our friends didn't know.
We had neighbors, some guys on a bachelor party break, before one of them gave up his freedom. They were noisy, and wanted 'chicks' and three of us were willing, the two of us held back, we weren't on the market. But we went to the party. The girls got topless, the boys lost their swim trunks and there was some open air behavior going on. Also, the Tequila flowed, and the behavior got wilder. Not that our friends complained, on vacation any dick is welcome.
Why? That's the question I was asked by my partner. Why? Why would you do that? I lost my conservative overtone and without my top on, and the Tequila in me, I let one of the boys get on me. In public, open air, pound me. Yes, I was immediately sorry. I apologized. But I couldn't answer the question. I don't know why.
But he didn't forget, he called me. Invited me to the wedding with him, as his date. I flew to San Diego and went without telling my partner. The sex was his one focus. And I went along with it. I don't know, do you really count how many times he screwed you? Too many, if you have to count. I flew back well used and thinking of that ring the bride had on her finger.
I got a pair of silver earrings in the mail. And an invitation to meet 'anywhere I wanted to'. We met again, this time I hid him in town at the Hyatt. Went down there for him to work off his sexual energy. It was after all a sex thing. Unadulterated sex thing. Let me count, how many times did he screw me? I had to make sure I didn't take him to any of the places I knew, guys aren't particularly welcome there.
The next time, he offered to use his miles and fly me to Paris with him. Making love under the Eiffel tower. Except there was no making love, it was sex. Screwing. A dick thing. How could I go to Paris and not tell my partner? The idea of being screwed in Paris got to me. I lied to my partner, told her I was going to see my grandparents, and flew to Paris. We went to museums, then had sex. We went to walk the narrow streets. Then had sex. We went on a river tourist boat. Then had sex. The boy kept us his end. And I gave up my end. Under the Eiffel tower he presented me with a 'ring', a honking diamond. This boy had money. A nepobaby, a trust fund baby, he earned a lot working for Oracle. A honking diamond. Of course I put it on.
On the flight home I worked and worked at how I was going to let my partner know. I was getting married. And look at that diamond, that's a ring. I decided to just be honest, after not being honest. The news was not well taken. How could you? What are you thinking? You're a fucking lesbian? When are you going to tell him that you are a lesbian, with a lesbian partner?
I returned the ring, said thank you but I was a lesbian, really. A lesbian with a real life lesbian partner. I got a ring from her, a ring. A lesbian ring, with her new haircut. The ceremony itself was pretty laid back, it was mostly lesbians and some gay guys, and some straight people from our life in that world. There was no walking down the isle, there was no wedding gowns, there was just two lesbians getting married. With an exchange of lesbian rings. With lesbian haircuts.
And now everybody that knows us knows that we are lesbians. We sent out announcements. I sent him an announcement. He sent me the diamond, mounted in a solitaire necklace. My 'wife' says I can wear it. If he is out of my system.
As it happens, our friends group decided to take a trip to Cabo. One of the friends had made arrangements to rent a time share for the week. Slept five, is what the advertisement said. At the unit we scoped out the bedrooms and we decided to take the master. King size bed, with a view of the ocean, sunsets, and all that. We were noisy, it was our honeymoon. It is also when we let our relationship become public. Never said anything, just acted it out, and got noisy in the bedroom.
P.S. Not that our friends didn't know.
We had neighbors, some guys on a bachelor party break, before one of them gave up his freedom. They were noisy, and wanted 'chicks' and three of us were willing, the two of us held back, we weren't on the market. But we went to the party. The girls got topless, the boys lost their swim trunks and there was some open air behavior going on. Also, the Tequila flowed, and the behavior got wilder. Not that our friends complained, on vacation any dick is welcome.
Why? That's the question I was asked by my partner. Why? Why would you do that? I lost my conservative overtone and without my top on, and the Tequila in me, I let one of the boys get on me. In public, open air, pound me. Yes, I was immediately sorry. I apologized. But I couldn't answer the question. I don't know why.
But he didn't forget, he called me. Invited me to the wedding with him, as his date. I flew to San Diego and went without telling my partner. The sex was his one focus. And I went along with it. I don't know, do you really count how many times he screwed you? Too many, if you have to count. I flew back well used and thinking of that ring the bride had on her finger.
I got a pair of silver earrings in the mail. And an invitation to meet 'anywhere I wanted to'. We met again, this time I hid him in town at the Hyatt. Went down there for him to work off his sexual energy. It was after all a sex thing. Unadulterated sex thing. Let me count, how many times did he screw me? I had to make sure I didn't take him to any of the places I knew, guys aren't particularly welcome there.
The next time, he offered to use his miles and fly me to Paris with him. Making love under the Eiffel tower. Except there was no making love, it was sex. Screwing. A dick thing. How could I go to Paris and not tell my partner? The idea of being screwed in Paris got to me. I lied to my partner, told her I was going to see my grandparents, and flew to Paris. We went to museums, then had sex. We went to walk the narrow streets. Then had sex. We went on a river tourist boat. Then had sex. The boy kept us his end. And I gave up my end. Under the Eiffel tower he presented me with a 'ring', a honking diamond. This boy had money. A nepobaby, a trust fund baby, he earned a lot working for Oracle. A honking diamond. Of course I put it on.
On the flight home I worked and worked at how I was going to let my partner know. I was getting married. And look at that diamond, that's a ring. I decided to just be honest, after not being honest. The news was not well taken. How could you? What are you thinking? You're a fucking lesbian? When are you going to tell him that you are a lesbian, with a lesbian partner?
I returned the ring, said thank you but I was a lesbian, really. A lesbian with a real life lesbian partner. I got a ring from her, a ring. A lesbian ring, with her new haircut. The ceremony itself was pretty laid back, it was mostly lesbians and some gay guys, and some straight people from our life in that world. There was no walking down the isle, there was no wedding gowns, there was just two lesbians getting married. With an exchange of lesbian rings. With lesbian haircuts.
And now everybody that knows us knows that we are lesbians. We sent out announcements. I sent him an announcement. He sent me the diamond, mounted in a solitaire necklace. My 'wife' says I can wear it. If he is out of my system.
