My Evolution To Accepting My Lesbian Nature

As a junior in high school I had a boyfriend. We were church friends, he was a senior. We had both signed the pledge to wait until married, so we were second base only. One spring afternoon he was leaving school on his motorcycle and was hit by a dump truck. He was in a closed coffin funeral. It hit me hard, mostly that he was so young. The guys lament was that he never had pussy.

In college I had to be careful, guys dated you for pussy. I wasn't ready, it mostly turned me off, and I never felt any need for it. Convinced that my 'trauma' was at the center of my problem, I was surrounded by promiscuous classmates. A female friend told me that she thought I was a lesbian, a dyke. Bossy, always needing to get my way, and always with a docile female friend.

I laughed at her, called her names. After I finished college I got a job working for a large company. I bounced around from department to department, competent but bossy. In Logistics I was trained in contracts to deal with vendor agreements. The person who was my counterpart from the legal department was a junior attorney, Lisa from Providence. She was 'pretty', and 'fit', and lawyer aggressive.

I went to Lisa's apartment on a Saturday, and she showed me a picture of her naked, in a gym. A promotional picture to attract body builder women. But she was totally naked, like not even earrings, naked, tits and all, and completely smooth, hairless, full lips and mound and so beautiful. Yes, I was beyond taken with the picture. She laughed at me and asked me if I had ever seen a naked girl?

I confess, not like that. In a short time, I was looking down at her, naked with not a thing on, asking me to kiss her. On the lips, her pussy lips. It was only after she got me to undress for her, that I kissed those lips for her. This wasn't going to end well. I had sex with her, she was surprised that she was my first, and laughed at me, she was sure she wasn't going to be my last.

She introduced me to this male lawyer, he was the one that gave her relief when she needed a man on her, and she set him loose on me. She was convinced that when the need was there, you never resorted to fake dicks when all natural was available. The affair went on and on and on. From time to time Louis came around and took care of our pent up need for a male to service us.

I turned 37, ten years with her, when I let a man service me and get me pregnant. The man wasn't a stranger, a man I worked with who did it for free. Lisa stood by, not believing I was doing this. I had a boy and named him after my high school boyfriend.