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  • — Dreams and Wishes —
    Lesbian Female / 27

    It feels like it is too much to tell in one space. I am bisexual, or lesbian. I live with a man who is not the father of my daughter. He is a good earner and with my salary we rent a two bedroom house. We live in the neighborhood where I grew up. B grew up near me, she was two grades behind and we got together when I was a senior and she was a sophomore. I was working part time at the food pantry and she and her mother came in once a week for food. She had four sisters and her father had left a long time ago. We talked and we became friends. We didn't go to the same school because we lived on opposite sides of the freeway.

    My supervisor at work was a gay woman and she noticed that I liked B. She told me that staying quiet wasn't going to help anything, I had to come out and say something to her. If she was interested she would be ok with it, if she wasn't interested I would know too. Ask her, don't mope about it. The next time B came in with her mother my supervisor got involved and took her mother away to talk to her leaving us alone. I told her that every time she came in I was happy and that I missed seeing her the rest of the week. Maybe we could plan to do something, meet at the mall or something. She was shy but said she liked talking to me and maybe we could meet at the mall but she didn't know when.

    My supervisor fixed that. She talked to B's mother and told her that there was a community service project and that she was taking a few of the girls that worked with her and she wanted to know if B or any of her sisters wanted to come along. There was no community service, but B got permission. My supervisor took me in her car and we went to B's house and picked her up. B asked a lot of questions but my supervisor told her that this was a special occasion, she wanted us to have fun and she was taking us to the movies and she would pick us up afterwards and we would go get something to eat. When we go out my supervisor told me she had done everything she could, hold her hand and let her know I liked her.

    That is how B and I got started. In the movie we held hands, B didn't want to kiss, B got upset when I touched her face, but she held hands. I kissed her cheek because I couldn't resist. In the bathroom after the movie we went into a stall and I asked her for a kiss, a full on mouth kiss. I was anxious and I grabbed her and kissed her mouth. Her lips were hot and sweet and her face so soft and I had to hold her to kiss her. I got upset and told her to stop trying to get away and let me kiss her. Then we kissed. B became my girlfriend and with the help of my supervisor we dated under her mother's nose.

    One of the men who worked in the warehouse took me one afternoon and that is how I got pregnant. I didn't like him, he was dark and I didn't like him. My baby came out dark like him. B felt that I had cheated on her and she and I grew apart. But my supervisor told B that it wasn't my fault, she really tried to calm B down about it. She told B to get on birth control because these guys would take a girl just like I had been taken. B went to college on a scholarship and she met a pretty white girl. B passed for biracial especially if she stayed out of the sun, she was pretty fair skinned and she and the white girl looked good as a couple.

    At a part time job she had this Porto Rican supervisor made her suck him off. She didn't tell her girlfriend but she told me. She knew I had it happen to me too. She started taking the pill but it wasn't working yet and he got her pregnant. It cost her graduating and she had a baby. The baby was pretty white, he was so white beside my girl. Her white girlfriend stopped seeing her because of the baby. White girls from uptown don't have to put up with what we do.

    Well I live with this man, he is a good earner and I look after him. B lives with her mother, she is working for the city and her mother takes care of her son. B and I get together and kiss. It feels so good to kiss. If we have time or if we are alone we do a whole lot more, everything I always want to do with B. She is dark if she is on the street but her skin is so pretty to me when we are together. I know a white man got in there somewhere just like a white man got to her and she had his baby. One day maybe she will have a man to live with, a man who is a good earner. I know she wants to move out of her mother's house.

    #40709 — Comments (0) — Jul 6, 2018 at 8:47 AM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove This.

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