Tess was probably more heterosexual than anything else, but she preferred actually living with women to living with men, hence the fact that she had moved in with Claire over a year ago. Tess had long blond hair, was slim, but curvy with firm breasts, belly and bottom. She had drawn attention from men since she could remember and whenever she walked into a bar she would stop conversations.
Claire, on the other hand, was not slim or curvy. She was strong, solidly built, with cropped black hair and almost non-existent breasts and waist - the sort of girl who could crack walnuts with her thighs. Anyone seeing them together would imagine them as the stereotypical lesbian couple, with Claire the butch, faux-male and Tess the feminine girlie partner.
But it was Claire who was the maternal one of the pair. Tess didn't want kids and had no intention of ever becoming pregnant, of ever putting her body through the trauma of child birth. She had seen enough fly-on-the-wall programs concerning women giving birth to never want to experience it herself. In fact, nothing repulsed her more. She enjoyed children, but to have one growing inside her and then having to pushing it out of the vagina she worked so hard at keeping tight filled her with dread and disgust.
Claire on the other hand was desperate to have children. She was desperate to feel a life grow inside her. Claire dreamed of such a thing every night. Claire's whole life revolved around caring for others. She was a nurse specialising in paediatrics, she considered herself Tess's carer, she looked after her father who was suffering from dementia brought on by the loss of his wife, Claire's mother, and she volunteered for various homeless charities and soup kitchens. Her whole life involved caring for others.
However, Claire knew that she was unlikely to ever have a child. For a start, she was a lesbian through and through. She had no interest in men, in fact they scared her. She had often imagined having a male on top of her, his cock penetrating her deep, thrusting into her, but she always ended up with a panic attack or throwing up in the loo. And as pregnancy seemed to require a man's cock ejaculating sperm into the depths of a womb, she felt pretty confident that it would never happen to her. She thought that, even if she was willing to allow a male near her, finding one with the courage to approach her, let alone mount her, considering her appearance, would be a miracle. But she was ok with that. She had come to terms with it a long time ago. Anyway, she had Tess.
There was of course artificial insemination of one sort or another. She had, behind Tess's back, approached their doctor, but he hadn't been very positive about the situation. He had told her that she would have to go private and that the cost was significant. Too high for her nursing salary to cope with, anyway.
