My Girlfriend Lived Next Door To Me
I was working in the gazebo in my back yard and I saw my neighbor walk out to her garage with another woman. They stood for a few minutes, opened the garage and walked over wherein the visitor got in a car and backed out. My neighbor reached in the window of the car and kissed her, on the mouth, and I heard quite clearly tell her that she wanted her to spend the night.
An unexpected moment that cleared up much about my neighbor, Why for instance she lived alone, she didn't have a boyfriend or husband, didn't have any children. Now I knew, she liked other women.
I paid attention and the stranger's car was in her driveway and I watched the lights go on around her house, and off and her light go on in her bedroom. Why that day I watched, I don't know. But I did, the sheer curtains were pulled but not the curtains themselves and they were silhouetted by the light behind them, they kissed, undressed, and one of them laid back on the bed and the other put her head between her legs. I couldn't see who was who, just two women, making love projected as shadows against the sheer curtains of the room.
I waited until the lights were turned off and I went to bed and that night I took my vibrator out and laid on my bed and worked myself into an orgasm. Convinced that I could make friends with my neighbor, she is an attractive woman, a lawyer, and instead of someone who needs to drive over, I could put my head between her legs. Now that I knew,
I went to her house, it's next door, and I walked across our backyards and knocked on her kitchen door and she let me in and I made up a story just to talk to her, this time looking for every clue I could spot about her lesbian behavior. She had only women in photographs, a sure sign, in her bathroom she had a nude I remembered from a visit sometime earlier. She was curious about my visit, I asked for a glass of wine. I sat on her couch and let my breast hang under my shirt, I did not wear a bra, and crossed my legs high so my skirt walked up uncovering my panties.
It took a long time before she asked me if I was on the make. I said I was, I saw her, I knew, and I had admired her from afar. She walked over to me, put her face against mine and told me that it would never be a good idea to get involved with her neighbor, plus she had just started seeing this other woman. But she kissed me. And she told me to go home and cool off.
She came across the yard to my house and walked in, she did not knock, She told me to get my clothes off, she wanted to see what I had to offer her, before she made up her mind. I stood naked in my living room, and she sat on my couch, reaching out to touch my breasts, to touch my thighs, before reaching out to touch my pussy with her fingers. She asked me if I wanted to see her naked. I shook my head and she disrobed, piece by piece, each piece that came off she tossed to me, and put her underwear in my face and told me to smell her.
We went to my room and had sex, I won't say we made love, we had sex, our first sex so we did everything, everything, no hole was left untouched. I lost count of the orgasms, hers and mine, we recovered and started again. All those months of living next door, and now here she was, with me, naked in my bed and we were making out, our faces wet from our pussies, our fingers tired from fingering, our breasts and nipples massaged so much that the mere touch sent fire through me.
She said she was going home to sleep. I said no. She said to tell her then, to say it out loud. To tell her I was queer. She stayed with me and we slept, her arms around me, her hands cupping my breasts until I fell asleep.
She is 37 and she's been queer all her life, I discovered my feelings much later, in college but never had someone real close to me. She had to work her relationship with that woman so it would go away, and she put me under her watchful eye. The one thing I have always known about lesbians, they are jealous to a fault and she is no exception. But, it's the way, it is what it is, she's more butch than me and I'm the girlfriend who cooks and folds her panties and her bras.
