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Lesbian Stories
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Lesbian Female / 31
It Took Some Time To Meet My 'best Friend Ever',
I went to college with a sense of regret about my summer behavior. I was a summer life guard and had sex with another girl. It was against everything, it was embarrassing and I felt bad about it. But that didn't stop it from happening, and she was the initiator, and I was the follower.
For the first two years in college I kept to myself. In my junior year I joined a club on campus, a reading club. It was all women, because it was ALL women. We gathered at each other's apartments, and since it was all women, there wasn't all the makeup and stuff on. It was a time to go braless, reading and talking about books with your tits swinging. It was a thing, none of us wore a bra when we met. Sometimes you just couldn't help it, and you touched a girl's tits, or put your face between them. Nothing felt so good as leaning back on a girl while she cupped you, and held you against her. I'm not saying we were all lesbians, we just wanted to be with other women. OK, yes we were all lesbians.
Sometimes the feelings were so strong that you had to spend the night together, and things happened, legs were opened, fingers went exploring, and tongues got wet and licked around an opening. Thinking back it was all pretty foolish, so many guys around, and here we were letting a girl eat your pussy. When it happens to be a girl you particularly like, you want to eat her pussy. And I liked this girl Margaret and she liked me and we just had to sleep together.
There were other clubs on campus, some were for straight kids, but the ones we knew about were for lesbian girls. We did not hang around straight kids. In fact, all the straight kids knew we were lesbians. Let me say this, the longer it went on, the deeper and stronger the feelings became. Margaret was MY girlfriend. And I was Margaret's and I didn't care who knew it.
When we left college we went hither and yon, and Margaret and I went to Atlanta. I had a job working for an Ad firm and she got a job teaching at a private school. It was all wide open, there were clubs that catered to lesbians, there were lesbian political groups, there were clubs for only black lesbians. The lesbian scene was twenty four seven. It was exhausting. Sunday mornings we just laid there, doing absolutely nothing. And one day we said it, why didn't we go find a church to go to.
I was Lutheran and she was Catholic, but we settled on Lutheran and started going. We didn't behave lesbian at church and we joined a class for young unmarried women looking for a husband. We went to the cooking classes, and the dress making, and the housekeeping, upping our life skills for a husband. We wore clothes that were church appropriate, and we attended the mixed classes to see what kind of husband material there was there. I should add that our clocks were ticking, tick tock, tick tock, in a few years we would be thirty and by then we had to have families.
They call it baby fever. It's an urge that is unrelenting. Every time you bleed you know you failed. Another egg unfertilized. I 'settled' for Mason, that's what we called it, we 'settled'. Mason is an engineer and he acted and talked and dressed like an engineer. So I settled for Mason, but he had what I wanted, a lot of vim and vigor for making a few babies. Margaret settled for a guy named Jay, he wanted to be a doctor and was still in medical school. But he had the equipment and we needed that equipment to get what we wanted.
We are now comfortably thirty, with a couple of little ones to take care of. We are 'best' friends, by 'best' I know you get the meaning. Best means best. Friends. Sometimes we have a need for a massage in the afternoon and it's best to have a massage from your BEST friend. Isn't it?
For the first two years in college I kept to myself. In my junior year I joined a club on campus, a reading club. It was all women, because it was ALL women. We gathered at each other's apartments, and since it was all women, there wasn't all the makeup and stuff on. It was a time to go braless, reading and talking about books with your tits swinging. It was a thing, none of us wore a bra when we met. Sometimes you just couldn't help it, and you touched a girl's tits, or put your face between them. Nothing felt so good as leaning back on a girl while she cupped you, and held you against her. I'm not saying we were all lesbians, we just wanted to be with other women. OK, yes we were all lesbians.
Sometimes the feelings were so strong that you had to spend the night together, and things happened, legs were opened, fingers went exploring, and tongues got wet and licked around an opening. Thinking back it was all pretty foolish, so many guys around, and here we were letting a girl eat your pussy. When it happens to be a girl you particularly like, you want to eat her pussy. And I liked this girl Margaret and she liked me and we just had to sleep together.
There were other clubs on campus, some were for straight kids, but the ones we knew about were for lesbian girls. We did not hang around straight kids. In fact, all the straight kids knew we were lesbians. Let me say this, the longer it went on, the deeper and stronger the feelings became. Margaret was MY girlfriend. And I was Margaret's and I didn't care who knew it.
When we left college we went hither and yon, and Margaret and I went to Atlanta. I had a job working for an Ad firm and she got a job teaching at a private school. It was all wide open, there were clubs that catered to lesbians, there were lesbian political groups, there were clubs for only black lesbians. The lesbian scene was twenty four seven. It was exhausting. Sunday mornings we just laid there, doing absolutely nothing. And one day we said it, why didn't we go find a church to go to.
I was Lutheran and she was Catholic, but we settled on Lutheran and started going. We didn't behave lesbian at church and we joined a class for young unmarried women looking for a husband. We went to the cooking classes, and the dress making, and the housekeeping, upping our life skills for a husband. We wore clothes that were church appropriate, and we attended the mixed classes to see what kind of husband material there was there. I should add that our clocks were ticking, tick tock, tick tock, in a few years we would be thirty and by then we had to have families.
They call it baby fever. It's an urge that is unrelenting. Every time you bleed you know you failed. Another egg unfertilized. I 'settled' for Mason, that's what we called it, we 'settled'. Mason is an engineer and he acted and talked and dressed like an engineer. So I settled for Mason, but he had what I wanted, a lot of vim and vigor for making a few babies. Margaret settled for a guy named Jay, he wanted to be a doctor and was still in medical school. But he had the equipment and we needed that equipment to get what we wanted.
We are now comfortably thirty, with a couple of little ones to take care of. We are 'best' friends, by 'best' I know you get the meaning. Best means best. Friends. Sometimes we have a need for a massage in the afternoon and it's best to have a massage from your BEST friend. Isn't it?
