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I lie on the bed, my pregnant belly a mound blocking my view, as my girlfriend
licks my clit. This is the life - to have a girlfriend and a child on the way.
But perhaps I should start from the beginning.

I've known I'm a lesbian since I was in the fourth grade. I can remember trying
to hug my female classmates, trying to put my arms around them, and them shaking
me off with squeals of, "Stop it! Are you a lesbian?" I didn't know what the
word meant yet, but I was smart enough to stop trying to hug them because of
that word they had called me.

My first sexual experience with another woman (actually, with anyone) was in
high school. I had felt these 'vibes' around another classmate, and I always
felt nervous around her. I eventually realised it was sexual attraction, so I
tried to avoid her because I didn't want anyone to know about my orientation.

Then one day, we were the only two left after field hockey practice. I had
waited until the other girls had left before showering; most of them thought I
was shy, which was fine. I was lathering myself off when two hands grabbed my
boobs from behind and squeezed them.

I got a huge fright and jumped, turning around. It was the other girl, Sami.
"What are you doing?!" I shrieked.

"Come, come, Emma, don't be coy," she said. "I know you're a rugmuncher."

"A WHAT?"

"You like girls. You don't like cock, you like cunt."

"I don't know what you're talking about," I said. But Sami began to tweak my
nipples, and I couldn't prevent a groan from escaping.

"I know what you are because I'm the same," she said, leaning over to kiss me.

Suffice to say that the two of us had fantastic girl-sex in that shower, and we
dated (under the guise of being "best friends") for the rest of our high school
career.

Sami left town after graduation, deblierately not promising me anything. I
drifted around, working various jobs, and finally settled into a job I enjoyed,
hairdressing. If I'd been a man it would have been a total cliche! Two more
girlfriends followed, both under the guise of us being roommates. But I wanted
more: I wanted to come out, to be able to hold hands and kiss in public. Heck, I
kissed my *sister* in public, and no one cared. Of course, my sister and I look
a lot alike...

Then I met Alicia. She had long, red hair and a peaches and cream complexion.
She was slightly taller than me (5'7) and liked to do herself up all Goth on the
weekends. Although that didn't particularly appeal to me, I would go out with
her because in Goth clubs no one took any notice of two women trying to clean
each others' tonsils.

I still had never had sex with a man, and didn't want to. But one day Alicia
looked at me and said, "We should have a kid."

"How? Through parthenogenesis?"

"No, through artificial insemination or something. I know lots of guys from the
club who'd love to knock one of us up."

Still, it took her months to convince me. I didn't see anything particularly
appealing about ankle-nippers, myself. They seemed to be big sponges, taking and
taking, and demanding more. But finally, after Alicia had cried and said that
her "arms were empty" (she used every cliche in the book), I agreed - IF she
carried the baby. That way, I'd minimize any emotional attachments, I thought.

Our cycles were synchronised, and I knew that someone would be coming home with
Alicia almost two weeks into our cycle. I was on tenterhooks until Alicia walked
in with Nick.

Nick could, as Melissa Etheridge said about Brad Pitt, "change a girl's mind".
He was a cross between David Boreanaz, Dean Cain and Dale Midkiff... but he
seemed oblivious to his appeal. He was just a really nice guy, who happened to
be gay. He wanted kids just as much as Alicia did. And he was also in a
long-term relationship, like Alicia was... like we were, I should say.

Nick I expected... I did not expect *his* partner to stroll in right behind him.
Jack was also gorgeous in his own way... a cross between Ewan McGregor and
Kenneth Branagh.

"So... how are we going to do this?" I asked nervously.

"I figured a direct deposit of sperm," Nick said, winking.

"WHAT?!"

"Hear us out," Alicia said, and I knew that they'd already decided and just had
to talk me into it.

"Just tell me," I said, sighing. I should have known that getting involved with
Alicia was a mistake. We were too different, and she was also trying to get me
to "push the envelope", which meant that she was always trying to get me to do
what she wanted, no matter how weird or far-out it was.

"Look, Nick fucks me and Jack fucks you. That way, at least one of us has a
chance of catching."

"I don't want to 'catch'," I said. "Remember? You're the one who wants to be
pregnant, not me."

"I'll look after the baby," Alicia wheedled. "I just want to double our
chances."

"And have a man get my virginity."

"Oh come ON!" she yelled. "We've been sticking things up there for years! You
have no virginity left!"

"I've never had sex with a man," I said. "That still counts."

"Emma, I'm begging you."

I knew she'd never leave me alone until I agreed. I could leave, but my stuff
was here. Alicia wasn't above wrecking my stuff out of spite if I left. I
sighed. "Okay."

Gay guys can still get hard even if they don't swing that way. And watching Nick
caress and kiss Alicia did kind of get me hot, even if Nick was looking at Jack
the whole time, as if for approval. And then Jack kissed me, and whispered,
"I've never fucked a woman, either." That relaxed me.

Feeling a cock going into me for the first time was okay, but much warmer than
vibrators and dildoes. Being kissed my a man was just weird, although at that
angle it would be: he was doing me from the back. I remained pretty much
uninvolved, even as he pounded away at me, reaching for that cum.

I didn't bother to touch myself; I didn't want to get that involved. Jack,
though, was grunting behind me, and then he came, spewing his seed into me. He
collapsed on top of me, pushing me into the bed. On the other side, Alicia and
Nick were having a much slower fuck. Jack pulled out, spooning behind me. "You
hated that, didn't you?" he whispered quietly.

"Pretty much, yeah," I whispered back.

"I'm sorry, but I love Nick."

"It's okay."

We watched Nick and Alicia fuck, and cum, and then Nick got up, grinning
broadly. "Well, that should have done it!" He went to make coffee, and I
realised that I hated Alicia for what she'd done, and for what she'd made me do.

After the guys left, Alicia wanted to cuddle, but the minute she fell asleep I
crept away, gathering my things. I managed to be very quiet as I packed my
clothes, books, DVDs, and various electronics into the car.

I moved in with my sister, ignoring pleading phone calls from Alicia. She tried
to see me, but I'd just walk away, ignoring her. Finally, Jenny (my sister)
threatened to get a restraining order. Alicia left us alone.

Two months later, I discovered that I was pregnant. I think I cried for five
hours straight. It was only when I felt Jenny's arms come around me that I
managed to stop. "I want to get rid of it," I yelled. "I don't want it!"

"But I do," Jenny said, and kissed me - on the mouth! She pulled away, looking
into my eyes. "I love you, Emma. Watching you struggle has always hurt me.
Because I love you, and I want you, and I don't care if we're sisters. I want to
be your girlfriend."

"That's why you never objected when I kissed you in public," I said.

"That's why," she confirmed.

It was coming home. I had come home to her, but we had to leave town so we could
be together without all the gossip that would result. We moved into our
townhouse two states away when I was five months along.

Touching Jenny, kissing Jenny, licking Jenny, it was all a revelation to me. Her
favourite thing was to lie between my legs licking my clit and driving me crazy.
And when the baby would move, she would smile like the sun rising.

We're going to raise the baby together. And as I lie here, the baby inside me
and Jenny making love to me, I know that it was meant to be. If not for Alicia,
this never would have happened. So I thank her for that, and love my
girlfriend... who also happens to be my sister.