I met Peter straight after high school at a friend’s 18th birthday party. Not having much experience with boys I was very shy at first, but Peter was very chatty and charismatic which made it easy for me to talk and connect with him.
That night I chatted to him for hours and afterwards cursed myself for not being brave enough to ask for his phone number. I wasn't very confident and assumed he was just being friendly and wouldn't want to see me again. But, to my surprise, I received a call from him the next day!
He had rung around a few people who had been at the party until reaching my best friend Melissa, who promptly provided him with my digits. I had never had a boyfriend before but Peter was everything I expected one to be like.
At the time he was 22 and older than me. He had a full-time job as an apprentice electrician. Peter had the cutest cheeky smile that he would flash whenever he wanted something and I fell in love with him within weeks of meeting him. I remember at the time thinking he was perfect "husband material".
He had a future career, was tall, muscular, good looking and I got along well with his family. Peter had even confided in me that he wanted to settle down and buy a house once he became fully qualified.
Peter and I dated for three years while I studied at university. Our relationship wasn't as physical or affectionate as I wished but not having anyone else to compare him to I never brought it up. Peter was your typical “blokey tradie” and while he was chivalrous in that he always paid for our meals and always looked out for me, driving me to parties and picking me up to make sure I was safe, he was never very affectionate and our love making was always short and to the point.
We were married shortly after I finished my course. At dinner after my graduation ceremony he proposed to me in front of all my family and friends. My parents were thrilled and I was so excited. After our beautiful wedding we bought a house and started our new lives together.
Shortly after our honeymoon Peter's younger sister Katie came to stay with us. Katie was the same age as me but had been studying in Sydney for the last few years and I had only met her a couple of times at Christmas dinners. She had moved back home to start searching for a job and Peter was happy to let her bunk with us.
Katie certainly came from the same gene pool as Peter. She had a stunning physique with beautiful big blue eyes and she had the same charming, confident manner. I was nervous about her staying with us at first but soon found that we had a lot in common. We would sit up late and watch DVDs together while Peter, tired from a long day’s work, would go to bed early.
It was on one of these late nights that I asked her if she was seeing any guys or if she had left a boyfriend in Sydney. She was so gorgeous I couldn't believe that I had never heard Peter or his family mention a boyfriend. She laughed and said that her family had always been awkward about this and liked to pretend it wasn't true. I looked at her quizzically, not understanding. Katie laughed and said she was a lesbian and that her family weren't very accepting of this so they never talked about. I was surprised at first; I hadn't picked it up at all.
Weeks went by before the topic was brought up again. I was sitting with Katie on the couch when she asked me if I had ever been with a woman. I confessed that I had only ever been with Peter. She told me she was surprised and that she thought I was very pretty. I started to get a bit concerned. Was she trying to hit on me? Would she try something? But then I started to get excited and decided that I wasn't afraid. Before I knew it, Katie and I were kissing.
She was so soft and affectionate, it was something I had never experienced before. It wasn't long before we were in her bedroom. Later on I snuck back into my and Peter's room. Surprisingly I didn't feel guilty at all! Katie had given me something that Peter never could and what he didn't know couldn't hurt him. Katie ended up only staying with us for another week. She got a job a few suburbs away and moved into a share house with a friend. We never did anything like that ever again but she always gives me a cheeky smile or wink across the table at family dinners.
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