When I was fourteen, I had a lesbian love affair with an older woman. She lived close to where I did, and we knew one
another from seeing each other around. She was in her
early forties, and she was very attractive and very nice.
I really liked her and she apparently liked me. I
would often try to talk to her. One day she was out
doing work in her yard, it was hot, and she invited me
in to have something cold to drink. In her house I saw
this beautiful statue of a nude woman, and I was very
admiring of it. She casually told me that she enjoyed
female beauty, and female comanionship. I was intrigued
by this. She asked if I had ever been close to any of
my girlfriends, and I told her no, that I hadn't been.
She said that maybe sometime I would have the chance,
and said how nice that could be sometimes. She told me
that it didn't have to mean that I didn't like boys, just that it could be very enjoyable to be physically and emotionally closecl
close to another female. I said that sounded nice, and
she gave me a friendly kiss. I really liked that, so we did
did a few more small kisses. Then she aksked if I felt
like taking off my clothes with her. So we got naked
and it was wonderful. We kissed and touched, and we
finally masturbated each other to a terrfic orgasm.
Needless to say, I loved that, and so did she.
I continued to ahve a very healthy sexual rela-
tionship with her for about two years. My parents of
course never knew, or did any of my friends. It was
just my little secret pleasure, and I have very fond
memories of that time.