Date: Wed, 12 Mar 2008 05:50:05 -0000
From: A P Gilmore <apgilmore@crashnburn1.demon.co.uk>
Subject: My Teacher, My Love Part 16 Conclusion (Lesbian / Adult Youth, f/F)

CONCLUSION

And so my story moves forward, 3 weeks.  When I got home I told Amy and our
parents that I had told Melissa I am gay.  I told them why I told her, that
I wanted her to avoid asking me about her dad, but also that I needed her
to understand that I trusted her too.  They all trusted my decision, and
although it might hint slightly that I am seeing Amy, it was my decision to
make.  They also seemed happy for me to make an effort to start going out
with Melissa to socialise with people my own age.  Even though when I did
go out it affected my time with Amy, she was happy to see me become more
sociable and outgoing.  Even though I was not able to go out with Amy, we
both decided that neither of us should stay at home all the time.  So Amy
decided it was time to start trusting people her own age and make friends.
Melissa did not mention her dad again or ask me what my dad had heard.  We
talked more about our romantic feelings, hers for boys and mine for girls.
It was fun to talk freely, but also difficult not to slip up and tell her
about Amy.  We went out every weekend and soon started to get noticed by
people, between the two of us in 3 weeks we had started to become popular
people, some even commented on how mature we seemed, which could be a good
thing, but to us it made us feel left out slightly.  Melissa and I even got
asked out a few times by some boys, and Amy agreed I should try it for the
experience.  I did, it was ok, but I had to let him down gently before he
got the wrong idea, but Melissa had a second date with her new 'boyfriend'
Greg.  He seemed nice and Melissa said he was not pushy and seemed quite
interested in her.

Life at home was great.  Amy and I started having more fun with each other,
now that everything had settled.  She could not make me part owner of the
house until I was 16, but things were in place when I reached that age.
She got a letting agency to deal with finding tenants and the house was
soon filled with a family, they agreed to keep her mail safe until she
collected it at weekends.  They also were very kind making sure people
assumed she still live there, without asking questions as to why.  Even
though Amy had started to go out a couple of times a week with other
teachers and with me having my time with Melissa and my new friends,
neither of us regretted missing out on quality time with each other.  We
found plenty of time to be together at home, but as that was the only place
to be together and socialising was important for us both, it did not
matter.  We had sex whenever we could, we tried a few different positions
and we were happy with the pace we found with each other.  I could tell you
the time when we tried water sports in the shower, but we decided to never
speak of it again, but we tried.  Amy felt I was too young for dildos but
now that I wanted to try new things together I asked her to at least see
what we could purchase and at least think about trying it.  So we explored
the internet, found a site that discretely delivered sex-toys to your door.
I have to say it was the most fun afternoon I had spent with Amy.  She had
never bothered with toys in her life so could not tell me how it may feel,
but we read some of the reviews.  We looked at all of the many of toys,
including checking out the sexy lingerie.  I told Amy I would like to see
her in a corset, white, with matching underwear, tights and suspenders; she
would like me to where the same, so we purchased a set, and black, for each
of us.  In terms of toys, the shear amount of toys to choose from was
amazing, we even imagined and played with each other as we figured which
would be the best toy to buy.  After a few hours, we chose a pocket rocket
which was a mini vibrator, a normal standard vibrator, about 5 inches,
something called a rabbit, which Amy said she would enjoy me using it on
her, and then maybe later she could use it on me.  The final choice was
where we were undecided, whether or not to get a strap-on set.  Amy was not
entirely sure she wanted to waste money on something neither of us may not
like.  But together we agreed that so far we had tried things we would not
normally do and so we got one.  We ended up buying a deluxe pack, which
contained the strap part and about 7 attachments.  The attachments varied
in size, there was even a small 5 inch one which secretly I could see Amy
using on me once we received it.  There was even a really big one that we
felt we would never use.  And then there was a double headed one which we
could both use with or without the strap.  The single headed ones had an
extra bit that could stimulate the users clit while having sex with there
partner.  Amy even snuck in a pair of handcuffs even though the wooden bed
frame had no where to fit them, she thought that one day we might find a
use for them.  Very kinky of her I said.  Once we had spent nearly £200 on
it all, we were about ready to order.  Then Amy felt that whatever we get
we could survive on for many years and she felt that while we ordered the
toys she wanted to also check out the film section and maybe even a book.
Now Amy had experience in porn films and had years ago made notes on who
made the best films.  We chose three in the end after searching through
about a hundred reviews.  The first was what Amy called the basic porn
film., which she described as bad acting and even faker moaning, but some
of it was pretty raw and it might be good now and again to watch.  Next was
what I chose, it was a foreign film, which had the most beautiful girls in
it; it was very artsy type of film, pretty and sweet rather than real and
rough.  The last one was supposed to star real lesbian women, having real
sex and making real sounds.  This added about another £60 to the bill.  The
book section had many to choose from as well.  We got three of those as
well.  We found a romantic story about a teacher and student at college in
America, so we could read how they met and how they coped through college,
making sure no one found them out.  The next one was a bunch of short
lesbian stories in a big volume book.  Amy laughed that if I ever had
trouble sleeping she would read to me.  Finally the one we had to fight
over, I wanted a teaching book, something like a better lesbian sex book,
but Amy felt uncomfortable as to why we needed one if we had great sex
anyway.  I understood her reasoning, but I said what if there are things in
the book we haven't tried, it maybe fun to just try and copy them, even if
they seem weird.  We had tried lots of positions but I knew there had to be
more, so Amy agreed and purchased a book that claimed to have every sex
position available for lesbians.  The books were the final purchase,
bringing the total to over £300, now came the hard part.  I was 14, Amy did
not officially live her and we were not having any of the products
delivered to the nice family living at our other house.  So we had to get
mom or dad to let us use there details.  I spoke to mom, of course, who
without asking what we were buying, after I mentioned they were for the
bedroom, agreed to let us use her details.  The items would take 28 days as
some of the items were imported, so now we just needed to wait.  But after
all that time on the internet, we were really turned on excited by our
purchases, that we shut the window, stripped naked and spent the next 4
hours in bed.  We were both so turned on especially about what would happen
when the products arrived and how it would feel.

So things at home settle well.  Amy was so at home with us, it was like she
had always been there.  Dad was having a party at his firm and invited Amy
and I to attend along with mom.  Even though playing discrete had become
easier, especially all the practice we got at school, we managed to sneak
in a bit of fun, and enjoyed our first outside date together.  Dad said we
should try and relax as much as possible, to enjoy ourselves, but still
without drawing attention.  It was easy after a lot of practice and we even
managed a dance together.  We commented on how sexy we both looked and that
when we got home we would both be out of our clothes and in bed.  I was so
happy and so was Amy, we had found each other, and part of me felt
practically married.  Mom and dad were happy; the house was filled with
happiness and love and even suggested that maybe we should plan to go away
at Christmas.  Just the 4 of us so that Amy and I could be able to go
outside and act like a couple.  This worried us both, because even though
we both really wanted to, the feeling was that we were still gay and that
people may not act kindly towards us.  But mom had already thought of that
and she had found a town in America that was a gay friendly place.  Wow,
how great are our parents, they thought of us before them, they really
wanted us to experience the outside world, together.  Mom also added that
once we got comfortable with being seen together by other people, we could
at least be prepared and feel comfortable once we both came out.  We both
cried our agreement to the holiday, reminding them we loved them both and
how amazing they really are.  Christmas was not for another month, but dad
had managed to already book it and asking us was just being polite as he
knew we would both agree.  So now we spent as much time finding out about
the place we were going and all the sights to see, together, hand in hand.

So as I said this all happened over 3 weeks and it was Friday just after
school finished and Melissa and I were walking home, discussing meeting
tomorrow to go ice skating and maybe to see a film.  When we arrived at
Melissa's there were two police cars and we both ran to see what happened.
We arrived just as the police were placing both Melissa's mum and step-dad
into a police car.  Her mum was really giving them a fight, especially when
she saw Melissa; she was begging Melissa to tell them that it was not true.
But Melissa was in shock, so I held her, as eventually her mum was put in
the car and was taken away.  From a car across the street a man exited and
approached us, Melissa shouted daddy and ran towards him.  I stayed behind
as I watched Melissa hug her father tightly; it was very emotional for both
of them, including me.  Eventually Melissa introduced me and I invited them
to my house if they wanted.  They agreed and I took them home.  Once there
Melissa was told by my dad and her dad what had happened to her mum and
step-dad.  How Melissa's dad had come to take her away from her mum for
good.  The charges against Melissa's mum and step-dad were strong and
airtight; they had nearly a million in the bank, made up of dodgy dealings,
fraud and even some drug dealing.  Melissa was sad for her mum, but had
accepted easily that her mum and step-dad had dug there own graves, but she
was very happy to have her dad back.  Her dad explained that Melissa's
step-dad threatened to hurt Melissa if he tried to stay in touch, he could
not risk that, especially with the hold Monica had on certain people.  So
he waited until she was old enough to leave, then he would have made
contact.  It was a long day of crying and happiness.  I invited them to
stay in Amy's room, Amy agreed saying she could stay with me tonight.  They
were so tired they never questioned it and we all went to bed.

Life is funny, I remember so much about our first few weeks together; I can
still feel that first kiss, and when my hymen was broken by Amy's fingers.
But over time life became just normal, sure things happened, some good,
some bad.  But 10 years later, Amy and I a very much still together and
even more in love than when we first met.  About 3 years ago we were
legally married in a civil service, with all our friends and family
gathered around us.  Amy looked radiant; she was 4 months pregnant with our
first child.  Now I am the one pregnant with our second.  Amy still teaches
while I became social worker.  Of the professions I chose, I chose the one
that helps people, those less fortunate than others.  It was hard work and
pretty emotional a lot of the time, but I learnt to deal with it and with
Amy always by my side supporting me, I even felt good about myself helping
whenever I could.  We decided to stay near mom and dad, but did move to a
new house, 5 years we have lived here, and have shared very happy moments
together.  We got a dog, and then we had Michael, our son.  The house Amy's
Aunt left her, we still own and make a could extra living out of it, which
paid for the deposit on the house and our IVF treatment for us both to have
each others child.  I am 7 months gone now and have decided to leave work
for a year, so while I sit and rest my bad back I decided to try and write
my story.  It is about love, acceptance, understanding, support and being
true to yourself.  I write this as a guide to how life should be, rather
than the pain and hurt Amy and Melissa experienced in there young lives.  I
see it every day, and so far I have yet to meet anyone who shares the kind
of love Amy and I have, maybe except mom and dad.  I would like to believe
there are others like us, I really would.



I hope you enjoyed my story, even though there is much more I want to tell
you about what we did on holiday and what we did with all those toys and
what happened once I left school and what happened next, especially how on
my 16th birthday I told Melissa about Amy and I being engaged (she asked me
that morning), and how so happy she was for me, but that she also kind of
guessed.  I could ask you to use your imagination, or I could have my baby
and try and write the rest.  But for now, Amy is calling me, she has
offered me a back rub, and who knows much more.  For now, thank you for
reading and who knows maybe I could tell you about the time I got trapped
naked, outside the honeymoon suite of a hotel in Greece, shouting at a
women who simply laughed her naked ass off, while she was safe in the room.