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Lesbian Stories
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Lesbian Female / 38
A Bad Turn And I Lost My True Love, And Got On The Married Go Round
I was a high school cheerleader, we hung around with the other cheer leaders and some gym rat girls. It was a who has the hardest ass, best tits, flattest stomach. The girl party scene was just girls, and there was a lot of sex between the girls. A lot of kids were sucking dick, losing their virginity, we were eating pussy and sucking tits.
I went away to college, I wanted to be a PE coach for girls. In my freshman year I pulled a bookworm for a roommate. She was shy and studious. No one had ever kissed her, or touched her pussy. I ate her, and had her sleep in my bed with me. I had no choice but to make her my girl, plain as plain can be, she wasn't a sun worshipper or played outside. My friends called her a marshmallow.
Lesbians can't be choosers, and I fell hard for her. She fell hard too. We weren't just dating or going out. But when she went home over the winter break she was in an accident and nobody told me. They weren't able to save her. I didn't find out until her father and brother came to get her things, at which time they found out we were girlfriends. They cut me off of any information.
I didn't make it through that semester, I went home to cry. No one in my family understood I had been in love with her. I went out with a high school friend, met some guys, ended up over a table with a guy inside me. My worst fears happened, I became pregnant. It was his idea to get married. I woke up, a month out from delivering, living in an apartment with a man, married, nineteen.
I stayed for the baby, somehow fulfilling my wife duties. I was well aware I was a lesbian and did not love my husband. I asked for a divorce, he refused, told me to sue him. Or shut my mouth and take care of the baby and get in bed and show him he was my husband. In five years I had another baby, we moved to a house and I worked part time at the Sherman Williams.
I'm still married, with yet another baby, he makes the money. No one would believe me that I once loved a girl, so I don't bring it up. It's my memory. I really loved her.
I went away to college, I wanted to be a PE coach for girls. In my freshman year I pulled a bookworm for a roommate. She was shy and studious. No one had ever kissed her, or touched her pussy. I ate her, and had her sleep in my bed with me. I had no choice but to make her my girl, plain as plain can be, she wasn't a sun worshipper or played outside. My friends called her a marshmallow.
Lesbians can't be choosers, and I fell hard for her. She fell hard too. We weren't just dating or going out. But when she went home over the winter break she was in an accident and nobody told me. They weren't able to save her. I didn't find out until her father and brother came to get her things, at which time they found out we were girlfriends. They cut me off of any information.
I didn't make it through that semester, I went home to cry. No one in my family understood I had been in love with her. I went out with a high school friend, met some guys, ended up over a table with a guy inside me. My worst fears happened, I became pregnant. It was his idea to get married. I woke up, a month out from delivering, living in an apartment with a man, married, nineteen.
I stayed for the baby, somehow fulfilling my wife duties. I was well aware I was a lesbian and did not love my husband. I asked for a divorce, he refused, told me to sue him. Or shut my mouth and take care of the baby and get in bed and show him he was my husband. In five years I had another baby, we moved to a house and I worked part time at the Sherman Williams.
I'm still married, with yet another baby, he makes the money. No one would believe me that I once loved a girl, so I don't bring it up. It's my memory. I really loved her.
