- Women Only -
Straight Female / 70
Coming To Terms With Being A Young Woman
I came of age during the women's liberation movement. I went to college and became an active member of the Women's Lib movement on campus. The guys stayed away from us and wouldn't have anything to do with us. A few guys, who did hang out with us were wimps and pussies. There wasn't any dick around, so we ate pussy. I think that's why so many of us were 'lesbians'.
When you are part of the movement, then everyone is just like you. No makeup, no dresses. Proud to be the one changing the oil on the car, and mowing the lawn. No men around, you do the men things. Cooking was a chore that we split duties. And never would we be seen cradling a baby. Better off sucking pussy than sucking cock, that was pretty much our motto.
My baptism of fire came during my junior year in college. Our roommate foursome decided to drive the three hours to attend a Women's Lib demonstration. Never had there been so many lesbians together. We thought we were 'butch', but butch was at the demonstration, women who weighed a ton, and painted beards on their faces. Scary butch bitches. We weren't in college any more, this was the real thing. That night, we all shared one room at the Ramada, I hugged my 'sister' and made love to her like I had never made love to her before. These were real lesbians.
One thing was for sure, on the drive home we were quiet, our persona's had been tested and we weren't ready for the real world. I held my girlfriend's hand and caressed her. Was I going to be 'man' enough to take care of her. I was for the first time coming to terms that there were no balls, no dick there. I wept in the car. I had seen what we were supposed to become and I didn't like it. Our ideal was dancing lesbians in the Spring sunshine, not 200 pound bitches carrying Hammers and Cycles. The idea that one of those 'bitches' would come close to my girlfriend scared me. I shivered, and hugged her tighter.
We were four girls who lived together, baby lesbian. No one said it, but we weren't cut out for that. We slowly dropped the Women's Lib flag and started wearing dresses. Whatever happened, I told my girlfriend that I was always going to take care of her. But we had to face a reality we weren't prepared for, one day we may have to suck cock, and let some guy fuck us. One day, we may have to do the cooking and cleaning. One day, we would have a baby cradled sucking on our titty. But we knew that we were never going to become those bitches.
It so happened that a man along. Well, to me he was a man, he was a grad student in Engineering. He was unapologetically sexist. He wanted some girl to cook and clean for him, and I looked like I was about the right age for it. He didn't want a freshman, too girly. But a nice young women, now that would do nicely. He sat at the table, and I served him. He took me to him, and I opened my legs for him. He saw to it that I had resources to manage the place for him. I sucked cock, and he did the fucking.
For the rest of my college days I lived with him and practiced my woman duties. It was three weeks before graduation and we had made love all night long. In three weeks we were being thrown out into the world. I went to him, and asked what was going to happen to us. He didn't have an answer. But he must have seen my worry, and promised that no matter what he would take care of me.
Somehow we managed to survive the real world. He kept his promise and took care of me, helped me navigate the real world. One day he told me he wanted to get married. We could if we were ready, set ourselves up together, but the condition was that I had to agree to become pregnant.
A long time ago, after that convention, I realized I needed a man to protect me. He kept his word, and now we live in Florida.
When you are part of the movement, then everyone is just like you. No makeup, no dresses. Proud to be the one changing the oil on the car, and mowing the lawn. No men around, you do the men things. Cooking was a chore that we split duties. And never would we be seen cradling a baby. Better off sucking pussy than sucking cock, that was pretty much our motto.
My baptism of fire came during my junior year in college. Our roommate foursome decided to drive the three hours to attend a Women's Lib demonstration. Never had there been so many lesbians together. We thought we were 'butch', but butch was at the demonstration, women who weighed a ton, and painted beards on their faces. Scary butch bitches. We weren't in college any more, this was the real thing. That night, we all shared one room at the Ramada, I hugged my 'sister' and made love to her like I had never made love to her before. These were real lesbians.
One thing was for sure, on the drive home we were quiet, our persona's had been tested and we weren't ready for the real world. I held my girlfriend's hand and caressed her. Was I going to be 'man' enough to take care of her. I was for the first time coming to terms that there were no balls, no dick there. I wept in the car. I had seen what we were supposed to become and I didn't like it. Our ideal was dancing lesbians in the Spring sunshine, not 200 pound bitches carrying Hammers and Cycles. The idea that one of those 'bitches' would come close to my girlfriend scared me. I shivered, and hugged her tighter.
We were four girls who lived together, baby lesbian. No one said it, but we weren't cut out for that. We slowly dropped the Women's Lib flag and started wearing dresses. Whatever happened, I told my girlfriend that I was always going to take care of her. But we had to face a reality we weren't prepared for, one day we may have to suck cock, and let some guy fuck us. One day, we may have to do the cooking and cleaning. One day, we would have a baby cradled sucking on our titty. But we knew that we were never going to become those bitches.
It so happened that a man along. Well, to me he was a man, he was a grad student in Engineering. He was unapologetically sexist. He wanted some girl to cook and clean for him, and I looked like I was about the right age for it. He didn't want a freshman, too girly. But a nice young women, now that would do nicely. He sat at the table, and I served him. He took me to him, and I opened my legs for him. He saw to it that I had resources to manage the place for him. I sucked cock, and he did the fucking.
For the rest of my college days I lived with him and practiced my woman duties. It was three weeks before graduation and we had made love all night long. In three weeks we were being thrown out into the world. I went to him, and asked what was going to happen to us. He didn't have an answer. But he must have seen my worry, and promised that no matter what he would take care of me.
Somehow we managed to survive the real world. He kept his promise and took care of me, helped me navigate the real world. One day he told me he wanted to get married. We could if we were ready, set ourselves up together, but the condition was that I had to agree to become pregnant.
A long time ago, after that convention, I realized I needed a man to protect me. He kept his word, and now we live in Florida.
