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Lesbian Stories
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Lesbian Female / 51
We Are Married To Each Other In Our Own Way
I was poor growing up, we lived in an east Texas town, my mother was a supermarket cashier. My father was a traveling man, who stopped by one day and my mother got pregnant. She forgot to ask his name, and I never met him.
In high school I made friends with this girl, whose father was a doctor. He treated all the rich people in town, and the joke of the rich girls in school is that he was the first one they showed their snatch to. He knew all the girls, intimately. I had not been to a doctor to have my snatch examined. So this girl, using one of her father's tools, examined me, thoroughly, touching gently with her fingers, using the instrument to open my vagina, and using her tongue to lick me. She told me I had a very nice vagina, the type of vagina that guys wanted to fuck, because it was nice and tight.
She licked my vagina a lot, and I learned to lick her vagina and we moved deeper to lick anus and of course kiss and suck on tits, and get on and rub ourselves until we had an orgasm. We kissed and made out a lot, and she had access to books from her father's library with pictures of vaginas. I would guess that we were making out every day then, kissing and feeling up tits and laying back so she could lay on me. We decided that we would be off limits and never get pregnant. As far as we knew we were the only two lesbian girls in high school.
She went to SMU and I went to the junior college to get an LVN certification. We remained lovers for many years, until she was in her mid twenties and decided that if she wanted a family she had to get married. It was a very dark day for me the day she got married. That day she was going to be fucked by her husband. I cried for her. We stayed together even after she got married, her husband too unaware of what was going on right under his nose.
At the hospital I met a doctor who was divorced and had moved there for a job. He was lonely, alone maybe, and I felt sorry for him so I started to keep up with him. Cooking for him. When I went to his apartment, I cleaned up and started the laundry. I cooked night after night for him. When he pushed himself against me, pushing his hips up against my bottom, I froze but let him continue until he had fucked me. I called my girlfriend the next day to confess that I had cheated on her, and she forgave me. Just get pregnant and get married.
My friend and I have small grandchildren and we talk about them all the time when we are together. We don't have those days of hot kisses and feeling up anymore, mostly we hug and are tender. We do from time to time, take a shower together, or we play doctor and examine our vaginas. We are lovers, don't get me wrong, it's just that lovers of those days are a different matter. We continued married to these men, and have all the duties and responsibilities, which are a breeze really. Cooking never bothered me and neither does laundry.
We do dream of being buried beside each other. We have been together since high school. But we have not yet figured out how to bring that up with our husbands.
In high school I made friends with this girl, whose father was a doctor. He treated all the rich people in town, and the joke of the rich girls in school is that he was the first one they showed their snatch to. He knew all the girls, intimately. I had not been to a doctor to have my snatch examined. So this girl, using one of her father's tools, examined me, thoroughly, touching gently with her fingers, using the instrument to open my vagina, and using her tongue to lick me. She told me I had a very nice vagina, the type of vagina that guys wanted to fuck, because it was nice and tight.
She licked my vagina a lot, and I learned to lick her vagina and we moved deeper to lick anus and of course kiss and suck on tits, and get on and rub ourselves until we had an orgasm. We kissed and made out a lot, and she had access to books from her father's library with pictures of vaginas. I would guess that we were making out every day then, kissing and feeling up tits and laying back so she could lay on me. We decided that we would be off limits and never get pregnant. As far as we knew we were the only two lesbian girls in high school.
She went to SMU and I went to the junior college to get an LVN certification. We remained lovers for many years, until she was in her mid twenties and decided that if she wanted a family she had to get married. It was a very dark day for me the day she got married. That day she was going to be fucked by her husband. I cried for her. We stayed together even after she got married, her husband too unaware of what was going on right under his nose.
At the hospital I met a doctor who was divorced and had moved there for a job. He was lonely, alone maybe, and I felt sorry for him so I started to keep up with him. Cooking for him. When I went to his apartment, I cleaned up and started the laundry. I cooked night after night for him. When he pushed himself against me, pushing his hips up against my bottom, I froze but let him continue until he had fucked me. I called my girlfriend the next day to confess that I had cheated on her, and she forgave me. Just get pregnant and get married.
My friend and I have small grandchildren and we talk about them all the time when we are together. We don't have those days of hot kisses and feeling up anymore, mostly we hug and are tender. We do from time to time, take a shower together, or we play doctor and examine our vaginas. We are lovers, don't get me wrong, it's just that lovers of those days are a different matter. We continued married to these men, and have all the duties and responsibilities, which are a breeze really. Cooking never bothered me and neither does laundry.
We do dream of being buried beside each other. We have been together since high school. But we have not yet figured out how to bring that up with our husbands.
