In our country the social ladder is hard wired. Where you are born, you die. My cousin Eugenia was a bright student. We are the same age and we were friends. One day after school she told me she had done something bad. She had kissed another girl at school. She went to an all girls Catholic school, and I went to an all boys Catholic school. I told her that happened because there weren't any boys around, and the same thing happened at my school because there wasn't any girls around.
She had to practice and that afternoon was the afternoon for her to practice. I kissed her, and immediately lust took over. I pushed her down and kept kissing her, running my hands across her chest. I told her I was going to have sex with her so she would know what it was like. I had her get completely naked and I got completely naked and I said we should go have sex on her parents bed, they deserved it, her getting fucked there for the first time. It was my first time too so it took more time than we thought. I got my penis into her vagina, I suppose we had to wait for her to get wet enough. I kissed her while I fucked her and told her after that she wasn't going to be kissing girls again. I would fuck her instead. We were 15 and I emptied my balls in her. No thought about what that could mean.
Nature is wicked and she got pregnant. We had to confess, she was four months when we confessed. My family told me that she was now my responsibility, for the rest of her life. And that all children she had I had to be the father. We couldn't get married but she was my wife. Her family told her that she was married now, and that they expected her to be a good wife and have many children. No mention of the girl she kissed. That was no longer a problem.
She had two more children by the time we finished our secondary schooling. She was home schooled because she had the children. We had sex all the time, I wanted sex all the time. I had a wife and I wanted sex and she got pregnant. That's how it works.
Her family had a book store and an art supply store. She went to work at the art supply store and the children were put in a preschool. One night, after the children were in bed and she was ready for bed and I was ready for sex she put her hand on my chest. She told me she kissed one of the clerks at the art supply store. She said 'kissed' as in sexually kissed a girl. Then she told me she let the girl touch her breasts. We didn't have sex that night.
Several weeks later we were home after having Sunday dinner at her parent's house. She took off her bra and showed me these love bytes. She had three and one on her neck that she covered with her hair. She told me she also kissed the other girl and left love bytes on her breast. And they kissed a lot. They had kissed on Friday when they were in the storage room. And then she said she wanted to kiss here 'there'. I asked what she meant by 'there' and she pointed to her crotch. She took some pictures out of her drawer and we looked at them together. The other girl had given them to her. Girls kissing, girls sucking on breasts, girls kissing down 'there'. Naked girls embraced. They were called lesbians and she wanted to be a lesbian.
I told her that she didn't have permission. She should forget it right then and there. She told me it was too late, the girl had kissed her 'there'. She was a lesbian. At that moment I had to think about what would happen if they were discovered. The other girl would lose her job and never be employable again. She would be shunned by her family and probably have her children removed from her. What happened to me didn't matter. I decided it was time to emigrate to a country where lesbians weren't treated like that.
We left for the US a month later. I went to work for my families shipping business in New England. She didn't work, she took care of the children. She needed help and we hired a daytime nanny through an agency. A headstrong girl. A week later my wife told me that she had kissed the girl 'there' when the children were taking a nap. Ever since she had been kissed there she needed to kiss a girl there. They also kissed on the mouth and played with their breasts. She told me the nanny told her she was a lesbian and she liked to have sex.
She wanted to be in bed naked with her so I needed to take the children out. She needed to know once and for all. If she licked the girl and they kissed and left love bytes then she would know, she was a lesbian. She told me they got naked and got in bed and cuddled under the covers and kissed for a long time, before kissing each other's woman area. She told me she learned the American term for it, pussy. She loved it and she wanted to kiss her there some more, every day, like when I had sex with her every day. She wanted to sleep with her naked from the day her period stopped until the day it started. Then they would know.
My wife is a lesbian, she was a lesbian the first time we had sex on her parent's bed. She is a lesbian though and through. She kept a relationship going with the nanny for almost ten years. She was devastated when it ended. She was genuinely in love and it was her first breakup. As a grown woman she is now settled with a woman she met at the library for a book sale. She has many books at home about lesbians, some are descriptive but most are psychology. What makes her a lesbian is not for us to know. It's enough that she is a lesbian. The children are all finishing high school and will go onto college. They know their mother is a lesbian. Back home, there are rumors, her lover is her 'friend'. But it is good we don't live there.
We have sex as if nothing ever interfered with it. She enjoys having sex, the feeling of being held and penetrated. She would never, I don't think, allow another man to have sex with her. She has sex and sleeps with her lover. In the early mornings, when the sun is just up, and she is serving my coffee, she tells me that they are 'wives', like wives you know. She has a wife too.
