I 'm not a lesbian

I'm not a lesbian, but straight.
This was my answer to one of the questions asked by an interviewer at a research institute. The purpose of this survey is to take stock of men and women's sex lives: how many times they have had sexual relations, number of partners, condom use, satisfaction after having sex, anal or same-sex relationships, consultations with gynaecologists among others. I made myself transparent in my responses and told them about me.
My name is Maria Elisabete, I'm forty-four years old. Married with three children: a boy of twenty four and two girls, one aged 22 and the other 17. A professor at a university in São Paulo state. Professionally fulfilled as both mother and wife. I have been married to my husband, father of my kids, for 25 years now and love him very much. He is the man of my life! We are happy together and also in bed. He holds an executive position within a multinational company. We aren't rich but we live well without extravagances. I believe he loves me. I said "I believe" because we can't really know everything that goes on in a person's head, even after years of living together. Whether he has had an affair outside our marriage does not matter to me. What matters is knowing that I love him and feel good about it for him. After all, the temptations are endless!
My best friend's name is Denise. She teaches at the same university as me. I have known her for about fifteen years. She knows everything that happens to me and vice versa. We get along very well as friends and lovers. (The interviewer was astonished) She is the woman of my life! You are wondering: why did I, having a nice family and loving my husband go on an affair with my best friend? Am I right? I answer in one word: intimacy! That's what we got!
Her life is similar to mine. She's forty-two years old, married seventeen, loves her husband, has two daughters, one fourteen and the other thirteen; she is fulfilled in her profession as well as her marital life; her husband holds a supervisory position at a state enterprise; they also live comfortably but are not wealthy; we live in different neighborhoods; our families are always together; our children and spouses get along very well! Of course, like all human relationships there will be jealousy, vanity, quarrels over attention, etc., which is part of living with people.
She and I both consider ourselves heterosexual, we've talked about it. I am attracted to men. I love Denise. I don't feel any attraction to women except for her! (Laughter) One day at home watching a cable TV show where there was an exchange of couples movie on the air, you imagine me with my husband and she with mine, and you have that same reaction: jealousy towards each other; she doesn't want to share anything with anyone, not even with her husband. Same thing as myself. I was leading, making faces and mouths. One day I stressed out with her in the teachers' lounge. She joked about my sexuality to me. They were all talking about their sexual experiences and I as a shy newcomer at university just listened and followed the conversation. A colleague asked me:
- And you, Elisabeth have any experience to tell us?
I shyly replied:
I'd rather learn from you!
Then Denise said:
- Um, girls... she probably doesn't like the same fruit we do! (Laughter) She wants to learn from us.
Everyone laughed, and I got hyper nervous about Denise.
- What's your problem with me, girl?
Denise, frightened and laughing, answered me:
Calm down, you're too hot!
The other girls asked me to calm down. It was just a moment of relaxation! I shook my head and then felt guilty! Even so, I didn't speak with her for about twenty days. Until one night when it was time to leave at the university, I realized that I had left my car locked with the key in it.
- Can I help you?
I said:
- I left my fucking key in the car! (almost crying)
She said:
- Do you have another key?
I said:
- Only in the house!
She said:
I'll take you home and come back with you.
I got in her car, closed the door... she looked at me and said:
- But you're not gonna get too hot, are ya?
I replied with a smile:
You can relax.
From then on, we didn't hate each other anymore! I began to admire and respect her. Our friendship and love grew so much that many people think of us physically as sisters! (The interviewer is delighted with the story) There are rarely days when we don't talk to one another! Despite all this socializing, we have our privacy. One respects the space of the other. We often disagree about something but soon get it right!
For the first six years we were just friends. We didn't have sex, and I started to find out by chance that I was attracted to her; my subconscious always wanted and loved her, but my head couldn't see it and when she realized it denied it - maybe because of fear or pride or the fact that she is a woman! The same thing happened inside her! Four years into our friendship one day I found myself with my daughters in her house having lunch watching TV lying on her bed in her bedroom while our children played in the backyard. It was after 4:41 when she decided to take a shower. Naturally, as always, she undressed in front of me and wore only her panties and bra. She excited me so much at that moment! I couldn't help but admire her body while we were talking. She noticed it! I could smell from afar the scent coming up my nose and intoxicating me! My pants got wet! A different feeling! While I disguised myself watching TV, she took off her brassiere and underwear and left them on the bed along with the clothes she would be taking for washing. She grabbed the towel and went to the bathroom. I couldn't help myself! I got up from the bed, grabbed my panties and bra and began to smell them. What an unforgettable scent! The pieces were still warm with her body heat; the brassiere smelled of her sweaty body mixed with its delicious peach moisturizer; the underpants smelt of her perspiring body mingled with the aroma of her vagina; a fragrance, and taste (because I passed my tongue), slightly sweet-sweetened mixture with the acidic flavor of her vagina. Unforgetable! I was sure that she turned me on so much! I had begun to love my best friend. My vagina flooded and I could feel my fluid draining into her panties. While she was bathing, I felt the smell of her underwear moving around in my clitoris. No more! Quickly I reached orgasm listening to shower water falling on Denise's body (the interviewer is attentive). When she came out from the bathroom, I had already collected myself and put lingerie back where it left off. From that day forward, I started questioning my sexuality. Touching her body, feeling its warmth, its skin on mine! I always got wet thinking about it. When making love with my husband at the time of orgasm, images came to me in my head. It was all so real! She seemed to be there watching me make love to my husband! He has always been a man in bed with certain modesty. He doesn't suck me. Tried but said he can not (he is disgusted)! But always wants me to suck his penis (injustice, but I suck because I love). Anal sex he says that is against church commandments! Vaginal sex he always made fun! He's affectionate, he knows how to handle his beautiful instrument inside me. It makes me laugh several times in the same relationship. But as I said before, with him I always felt a lack of greater intimacy. I don't blame him. No matter how much we love each other, I can not have the same degree of intimity that I have with Denise. It got to the point where I would go into her bathroom when she was at home and masturbate thinking about her, even though I knew that's what she did. Her panties were always hanging on my shower register; they were there waiting for me! (Laughter) And I smelled them and passed them through my vagina -- then returned them in the same place. As usual, she was careful and got a quilt for both of us. We hugged each other. She embraced me from behind and her hands touched my waist. (The interviewer doesn't blink) I could feel her breathing touch my hair and ear. Once again I felt my vagina wet the panties! A funny scene happened in the novel and we fell into laughter. At this moment, I turned my face to hers. We stood looking at one another! Desire spoke louder! We kissed! I felt that moist mouth rubbing against mine. That pleasure-hungry tongue brushing mine. That breath eager for love and desire. Those hands that pulled my clothes down and gave me a shiver. That warm, soft body that pressed against the bed. Those breasts that now rubbed my back and then met mine. How delightful it was to make love with Denise! While kissing me she fingered my vagina and inserted her index finger. Her tongue into my mouth and her finger turning around in my vagina. I couldn't resist! I let my fluid flow between your curious fingers! It was just as I had always dreamed of! Being with Denise in my bed, making love! She went down her mouth and sucking the nipples off of my breasts. Her hands uncovering every little bit of my excited body. She pulled down my panties and started to suck on my vagina. I was lying open-legged on a pillow, she put her fingers through my vagina and licked my clitoris, stuck her tongue inside me while I had another orgasm in her mouth. She took all my fluid and swallowed it up. What an amazing feeling! She lifted me up, held my hand and we kissed. She lay down facing me, opened her legs and called out to me with her beautiful index finger. I went up on top of her and we kissed each other even more. I smelled the smell of her hair, her perfume, her body and remembered how many times I had appreciated her body in her clothes and lingeries. When I touched her breasts it seemed as if she was touching pillows so soft! Sucking her beaks like a hungry baby. Looking at the expression of love stamped onto her lovely angelic face. Wriggling around in bed. I walked down her belly until my mouth reached her vagina. I could feel, up close now, that scent which two years ago numbed my nose. I was smelling and savoring that aroma of love. I began to pass my tongue over her vaginal lips. I touched it with my fingers and started inserting the indicator while manipulating my language in its latch! She moaned! I moan! She asked me to sit on her face. I turned my body around and offered my butt. We were lying down at half past nine in the middle of the bed! As she licked her vagina I felt her tongue penetrate into me and make a woman out of me! We have had a lot of fun and enjoyed this first day of love very much! From this afternoon, we begin our love story. We've been together for nine years. We are discreet! (the interviewer is hyper-excited) A few times per month we make love! That does us good damage! Two married women, happy and complete each other! It's our secret! Probably we will take to the grave! We do not consider ourselves lesbians or bisexuals and in fact neither heterosexual nor straight. To those who insist on asking what two women do in bed, my answer is: we make love! Denise and I are friends, partners, lovers, accomplices and have a lot of intimacy, love, affection, respect and affection for each other. We don't need to give up everything to be together. Our husbands -- (Laughter) never commented anything about us. They probably didn't even suspect it. But if they did, they said nothing at all and respected us. Woman stuff!
A tip for all women: go to your gynecologist regularly. Do gynaecological exams. Pap smear: cervical cytology screening test done as a prevention of cancer in the cervix. Most of these cancers have the presence of HPV (Human papillomavirus). This exam may also diagnose sexually transmitted diseases or condyloma, a condition that can lead to malignant disease. Mammography (40 years and older): diagnostic imaging examination with the purpose of studying breast tissue and being able to identify lesions of minimal size. Detects breast cancer before it is palpable or clinically manifested. Pelvic exam: deep touch examination, using a mirror, in the vagina to ascertain the state of women's reproductive organs (the uterus, vagina, ovaries and fallopian tubes). Through touch, possible tumors can be identified. The examination is called ultrasonography or transvaginal ultrasound. It consists of a device that is inserted into the patient's vagina and it emits a sound frequency which when colliding with a solid organ, uterus or ovaries, gives us a three-dimensional image. Endometrial biopsy and curettage: these are exams in which a sample from material inside the womb is collected and examined by a pathologist for preventive screening for endometrial cancer (cancer).
Rest in peace and thank you for reading.