Kara and her wife, Lexi, were planning on having a child. But Lexi wanted more than anything to carry a baby, so they started looking into options. One night, over too many drinks, Lexi put her hand on my thigh and in a sultry whisper, leaned in and said, “Unless you wanna pump me full of cum.”
Lexi always had a thing for me. And she hadn’t always been a lesbian. But when she met Kara, she just knew she had to spend the rest of her life with her.
I woke up the following morning replaying Lexi’s sultry whisper in my ear over and over. Ultimately, though, I chalked it up to her being drunk. But when my phone buzzed an hour later, I knew otherwise.
“Didja think about last night?” Lexi asked.
“Wait,” I responded. “I wasn’t sure if you were serious or not, so I didn’t want to bring it up again … but …”
“But …” she typed.
“Let’s discuss.”
20 minutes later, Kara and Lexi were sitting in my living room. Kara did most of the talking.