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Lesbian Stories
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Lesbian Female / 31
Forced To Break Up, And Finding Each Other Again After College
I was shy when it came to boys and went to college never having been kissed. In college I roomed with a girl from the border and she was very loving. Always kissing me, and hugging me. And one night she said she wanted to sleep with me and got in bed with me. She wanted to kiss me, and while kissing me she felt me up completely. Her kisses moved down to my chest, and then down between my legs. By the time she finished I had climaxed and she had climaxed and we slept together.
We became inseparable. When Thanksgiving came she invited me to go home with her. I was very much the only white girl there. Again, we slept together in her bed, and there was a lot of kissing and feeling up and climax. On the Friday after Thanksgiving we walked across the border, did some shopping, and went into a tattoo parlor and had a tattoo of each other's names tattooed onto our chest with the interlocking lesbian symbol under the name. That night we really make love, have real full sex, and woke up her mother and sister. They weren't permissive and made it clear that I had to leave and she didn't come back to college. All I had was her name over my heart.
Over Christmas I was at home and pretty depressed. I had no interest in being social and did the minimum to help. My cousin came over with two friends. One of them noticed I had a tattoo and she forced my shirt open and they saw it was a lesbian tattoo. I got felt up by the boy, actually he was already out of college, and when I say he felt me up, he put his hand between my legs to feel me up. He put me hard against the kitchen island and humped my ass and got hard doing it. Then he pulled my pants down and he entered me from behind. He continued until he was finished before pulling out and spanking my bare butt cheek.
My cousin and his friends had watched everything and they threatened to expose me for my lesbian tattoo on my chest. I kept quiet about it, but I really didn't want to talk about it. I told a friend back in college and her answer was 'so you got fucked, big deal'. I just didn't talk about it after that.
When I graduated three years later, who was sitting in the stands? The guy who fucked me, that's who. And he was there to take me with him. He told me he had a job and everything and it was time for me to saddle up and go with him. We could get married at the court house and leave to live with him. I hadn't seen him since that night during Christmas break. After we got married I told my parents I had eloped.
My husband, and he played up the husband role, wanted me to stay home and start a family, even if I was only 22 at the time. Once pregnant Maya came to live with me and help me. I still wear my tattoo, only now I don't hide it. If people want to make something of it, that's their problem. I know I'm a lot more lesbian than he wants me to be. He gets upset if he sees me kiss Maya. Worse still when we kiss and embrace. And he can't do anything about it. We don't 'show off', but don't hide it. And she is just as loving as always and when we want to sleep together, he has to content himself. The more time that goes by the more lesbian we become. Except for the children, I would divorce my husband to marry Maya.
We became inseparable. When Thanksgiving came she invited me to go home with her. I was very much the only white girl there. Again, we slept together in her bed, and there was a lot of kissing and feeling up and climax. On the Friday after Thanksgiving we walked across the border, did some shopping, and went into a tattoo parlor and had a tattoo of each other's names tattooed onto our chest with the interlocking lesbian symbol under the name. That night we really make love, have real full sex, and woke up her mother and sister. They weren't permissive and made it clear that I had to leave and she didn't come back to college. All I had was her name over my heart.
Over Christmas I was at home and pretty depressed. I had no interest in being social and did the minimum to help. My cousin came over with two friends. One of them noticed I had a tattoo and she forced my shirt open and they saw it was a lesbian tattoo. I got felt up by the boy, actually he was already out of college, and when I say he felt me up, he put his hand between my legs to feel me up. He put me hard against the kitchen island and humped my ass and got hard doing it. Then he pulled my pants down and he entered me from behind. He continued until he was finished before pulling out and spanking my bare butt cheek.
My cousin and his friends had watched everything and they threatened to expose me for my lesbian tattoo on my chest. I kept quiet about it, but I really didn't want to talk about it. I told a friend back in college and her answer was 'so you got fucked, big deal'. I just didn't talk about it after that.
When I graduated three years later, who was sitting in the stands? The guy who fucked me, that's who. And he was there to take me with him. He told me he had a job and everything and it was time for me to saddle up and go with him. We could get married at the court house and leave to live with him. I hadn't seen him since that night during Christmas break. After we got married I told my parents I had eloped.
My husband, and he played up the husband role, wanted me to stay home and start a family, even if I was only 22 at the time. Once pregnant Maya came to live with me and help me. I still wear my tattoo, only now I don't hide it. If people want to make something of it, that's their problem. I know I'm a lot more lesbian than he wants me to be. He gets upset if he sees me kiss Maya. Worse still when we kiss and embrace. And he can't do anything about it. We don't 'show off', but don't hide it. And she is just as loving as always and when we want to sleep together, he has to content himself. The more time that goes by the more lesbian we become. Except for the children, I would divorce my husband to marry Maya.
