I was then 23 and a recent college graduate in my first job as a ‘professional’. I worked in a department of about 15 people, headed up by a woman and we reported up to the CFO. As part of my orientation I was taken around and introduced to the all the of the executives, and other departments. When we went to the CFO he asked that I come around to the side of his desk so he could get a good look at me.
As time went by my preference for the company of another girl became common knowledge. At that time you did not wear that on your sleeve, but at the company there were several girls like me, as our department manager was also one of us. So, yes, we were lesbians. The common complaint, if you let one in, more will follow. I found out that the head of HR was also a lesbian, as was the Manager of Financial Reporting. It seemed that our CFO liked having lesbian girls around.
Several months went by, I had my first review and got a small raise and was taken off of probation. A fellow employee was getting married and there was a small reception at work in the lunch room. It was all women. She stood beside me at the sink and told me that I needed to try it, I would like it, and sucking a man made me a woman. “Face it, in life you get fucked, you never fuck anyone”.
I ignored it. After she returned from her honeymoon, she came by to tell me what she did. Or what he did to her. No hole was left untested. She sucked him on the balcony. She got tattooed with his name. She was very sure she was already pregnant. I asked her why she was telling me all this. Her answer, because you need to get fucked and get over it. Lesbians go nowhere, you never have children, or a home. She also disclosed to me that she had been a lesbian, but she changed and I could too. She kissed me on the mouth and told me to find a man and suck his dick.
The problem for me is that I liked her. It was visceral, from deep down inside. And she kissed me, but I wanted to kiss her. I did kiss her in the bathroom and told her I was getting even. I got down on my knees and shoved my face up her middle. I stood and told her I ate pussy.
We became lovers, and some stuff was real nasty. She may have been through conversion, but she ate pussy and opened her legs for me to eat her too. Because she was married it was a very deep secret. The more I kissed her the deeper I fell in love with her. It was impossible to be around her and not touch her.
She wasn’t pregnant from her honeymoon but she did get pregnant. When her daughter was born she asked me to be her Godmother. Sex between us was very alive and very serious. She was the one girl I really fell hard for and my first true sexual partner.
I went to her house for her daughters first birthday. A relative of hers was there, a man in his early fifties, and he followed me into a bedroom and he didn’t get off until he had accomplished his intentions. I kept it to myself, I didn’t share it with her, or anyone. But I got pregnant. I was not yet 25 and I needed someone to support me and the baby if I was going to go along and have the baby. I ruled out abortion, it just wasn’t something I could do. The obvious person to marry was the father. He was divorced at that time, and a young pregnant lesbian was just the thing he wanted. When I got married I was seven months along and everyone knew I had been with a man, that man.
I have been married now for 25 years, I’m turning fifty. I have three children. My husband is 72. I have been and continue to be a lesbian. I continue to be in a lesbian relationship with my work friend. Her husband finally accepted it. She has two children. Deep down inside of me, where love is made, I am so in love with her. I love my husband, but my love for him is more like the love of my father.
So, yes. I’m a lesbian. I tried dick and got my kids for it. From the outside I am your typical middle aged wife. I never sucked his dick on a balcony.
