Christy's story
I apologize I'm advance that this is so personal. Thanks to those of you who will read it. I welcome your comments!
I grew up on a small family farm in a very rural area. Our town had a gas station/truck stop with a convince store that was the entire business district. The closest city of any size was thirty minutes down the interstate and it wasn't that big either.
My parents loved each other so much that I was born five months after they married. Four years later they had twin boys and two years after that, my youngest brother was born. As the only girl and being the oldest I was raised as a tom-boy much to my mothers efforts to keep me feminine. I loved to help my dad and be alongside him. Our farm wasn't large enough to support a family so dad also was a contractor. He worked very hard and took me along often.
As my brothers got older and could help out more on the farm many of the chores were left to us kids and I was kind of the self imposed ranch foreman.
My mother got breast cancer and passed away when I was 17 years old. My dad was so broken hearted.
I had so much to learn about being a woman and only so much my dad could do to help.
In this area there were basically two types of men. Miners and cowboy/ranchers. There wasn't much else to do to earn a living. In high school and after I dated a few guys and had some sexual experiences. They were alright. I never had an orgasm from a guy they all just wanted to get their nut off and they were done. So I was left to my own pleasure.
I found a guy I thought I was in love with and got married. I was almost 20 years old. I was trying to be a good wife, was doing on-line college classes while helping on the farm as much as I could. I turned 20 and had no idea how my life would change for good or bad. One afternoon I got a call that dad was being rushed to the hospital. I gathered up my brothers from school and rushed over to the next city to the hospital only to be told that our father had died in route.
I knew he did from working to hard and a broken heart from losing mom.
Here I was, a 20 years old newlywed and responsible for 2 15 year olds and a 13 year old boys.
My husband, Dale and I moved into my parents home from the small home we rented.
I was depressed and overwhelmed that I was responsible for these boys and a farm. I was glad for one thing that I since my moms death I had taken a active part in helping my brothers grow up.
As time went by, I leased most of the farm out to neighbors, my school work suffered but I did just enough to pass my classes. Most of all my young marriage suffered. I only did enough to stay married. Dale drank more than usual and would often come home very verbally abusive and demanding sex. I didn't want it as he forced himself on me and it wasn't good. I only was used as a place to put his cock and cum dump.
Over a couple years of this my brothers were growing and were good boys. Dale and I got better at times but his drinking continued and he became frustrated and sometimes violent. He used me for a punching bag a few times. But after four years I was done and divorced him. I dated a few guys but fell into the same kind of guy that would also take out their frustrations on me. At 27 years old I decided I was done dating and done with men.
The twins had married and my younger brother was graduating school. After 7 years I was also graduating in social services. We started operating the farm again. I stayed in the house and my brother went to college at a nearby state school. The farm was more of a help to our parents and something that kept us united. All three of my brothers tried to protect me and took good care of me. Their wives were like sisters and we have always been very close.
I was almost 30 and traveled to another state for work training. A bunch of us went to a bar that was different than anything back home. It wasn't a gay bar but there were many same sex couples dancing and enjoying each other. After a few drinks, a woman that I had met at the conference, asked me to dance and I really enjoyed it. We seemed to have an instant attraction to one another. After a couple dances she kissed me. It was unbelievable. It was so soft, her lips, her cheeks, and holding her close felt so right and comfortable. Our bodies pressed together just right. Feeling her soft body pressed tight against me, she made something come alive that I thought was dormant. I felt her kiss deep in my core and I wanted it again and again. Everything felt just right.
Her name was June, we danced and kissed the night away. We continued or flirting and hand holding the next morning when we met for breakfast Our day during the conference couldn't get over fast enough. We stole kisses and hugs during breaks during the last day of training.