Boys Are Boys And Girls Are Girls And I'm A Girl And Do Girl Stuff
Since gaining sexual awareness I have known that I had tendencies to touch another girl. I grew up in a regular professional family, with four kids and a Mom who was homemaker and mother. She prided herself in keeping house and having a delicious warm meal on the fully set table when our Dad came home from work. In life you are either ying or yang or male or female or wife or husband and you have to accept who you are. We were raised to be male or female, to either be assertive and the boss, or to be nurturing and supportive.
Once we were old enough we had duties split between us, boys and girls each doing their stuff. I had my older brother and he had me, he protected me and got things down from up high, I made his bed every morning before going off to school. I made his lunch and my sister our baby bother ready for school. Our mother did not want us walking into marriage and coming up short in the girl department. Our Dad trained the boys, but we were girls, our Mom trained us.
When my older brother went away to college it was like taking my soul away. I rushed to see him when he came home for a weekend, i spent all day catching up on his laundry, making his favorite orange pound cake and home made raviolis. You're not a girl for nothing my mother told me. Demure, she bought us nice clothes, we had our nails done, we went to the beauty parlor, we went to Nancy, the Vietnamese lady, to have our tutus shaved, waxed, and powdered.
But then, I was a senior in high school, I was on the golf team for girls, I was on the student council, I was on the way to graduating with a straight 4.0 and zero high school absences. I was hot property, only the best and brightest could date me. I was 'virginal' saving myself for marriage, so nothing more than second base. We had a new assistant coach and she wanted to show me how to swing and hold the club, she got behind me with her arms around me, her tits in my back, her hips up against my butt, her warm breath on my neck, she kissed my cheek and told me that I was her favorite, I not only had talent, I was a girl's dream.
She used the word lesbian with me, said I was a baby lesbian still in diapers and she would wipe my butt. She would kiss me gently, she would hold my boobs in her hands, she reached around me and ran her hand up and down between my legs. She liked that Nancy kept me smooth for her soft kisses. She was a hard body lesbian, worked out for the effect, she had tight breasts, pecs really, and shaved and waxed and powdered, her clit stood out. She always wanted to be a guy she told me, cheated out of having a dick. She wanted to 'fuck' a girl, but it didn't work out. I remembered our lessons. Boys are boys and girls are girls. So be a girl and shut up. She was rough and tumble when she was in that mood, made me realize I needed a 'dick' to really get me off.
She had a friend, a guy she knew from the gym. She blindfolded me and held me and he ran his dick in me to see if that is what I liked. It was a 'hot' rod alright, I thought I peed my pants, he 'fucked' hard and she held me against her chest, her pecs, where I sucked on her nipples as he fucked me. She got rid of him before she took my blindfold off, never for me to see a hard dick lick that. If I wanted 'dick' then suck her clit. I finished high school and I wasn't a baby lesbian in diapers any more. I had been 'dicked' and I had been 'licked' and I went off to college to find out what I wanted more.
I let a buy get to third base, I went all the way home with a girl in my dorm. I was a much better than most college golfers and I made the team each year I was there. I found a 'Nancy' to keep me shaved, waxed and powdered. I liked pussies that were soft and tasty inside. I met more than one hard body lesbian but I gravitated to soft pussy lesbians instead. As a junior a guy got past all my defenses and 'dicked' me hard and twisted me all around. I called him 'shit head' and 'ass hole' but he had dicked me and he did it again and again, until I was making cookies and my brother's orange pound cake for him, making his bed in the morning and doing his laundry all night.
It's just not fair is it? half lesbian half homemaker for a man. In the end the 'dick' won, and I'm setting the table and waiting for him with a home cooked meal, and crawl in bed with him and let him be the husband and me be the wife.
