Forced into the light

I met her when she was a student teacher and I was in the 11th grade. She was my first. We kept up as she finished college and I finished high school, we met in secret, made love in my bed while my parents were at work. All during college we met secretly, she feared for her reputation, our affair in the closet.

After college I got a job teaching in a private school while she taught at the public high school. On Christmas eve she asked what I wanted for Christmas, I told her a baby. She made arrangements with a 'friend' who she enlisted for the 'act' and I became pregnant. I pressured her to get married, which we did at the county court house with the county clerks as witnesses.

Upon the birth she 'took' me in, a friend in need, and we kept secret our affair and marriage. Until one day her mother yelled 'enough is enough' and she spilled the beans, calling a spade a spade, she used the word, 'lesbians', that's what you are, who do you think you're kidding?

Now we live in a house, close to the park, I teach 3rd grade, she teaches at the high school. Our neighbors call us 'the girls', our little one plays with the preacher's daughter. We don't use that word, 'lesbian', it doesn't fit. "The girls' is better.

Mar 5

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