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Gay Stories
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Lesbian Female / 39
My girlfriend and I bought a house and moved in. We were still unpacking when our next door neighbor knocked and introduced himself. His name was Joe. He walked in uninvited and after walking around he asked us if we did the rhumba together. Same room. We didn't just admit things to strangers but that afternoon I answered and said we were more ballet girls, girls like us didn't rhumba.
That weekend he mowed our lawn when he mowed his. I asked why he did it and he said he figured we were more doily girls than lawn mower girls. The thing was we liked Joe, nosy and tripped over his tongue but friendly and helpful. He walked around our house with big black pencil marking large X on boards, sills, deck boarding, all signs of rot which he changed and fixed until our house was ship shape.
One night we fixed dinner and had him over and he asked how we did it. Like I said he was curious and didn't mean to be bad, he was curious so we told him we danced together, naked, rubbing our bodies together until the fireworks went off. No shit, we did not rhumba, we did our lovemaking in a dance. And to hit the ball home we told him guys can't do that, their dick gets in the way.
Joe adopted us, he remodeled our house and made something modern out of something old. We were complemented every time we had someone over. He worried because we were girls, he took care of our cars, and one night after a party we were too drunk to drive and Joe picked us up and put us to bed. We got familiar enough, we kissed and hugged, held hands, used our pet names and said the L word in front of him, something we never did in front of straight people. He settled petty squabbles, kept us on the straight and narrow financially, was ramrod straight when it came to money. We gave him a key to our house, named him as our next of kin in the event of a health emergency, and he had power of attorney so he could look after us.
We were two ladies who for the first time in our adult life got emotionally tied to a man. He was our man and we were his girls. When Joe passed on he left us his house and some savings. Believe us, Joe loved us and we loved him. Every girl needs Joe in their life.
That weekend he mowed our lawn when he mowed his. I asked why he did it and he said he figured we were more doily girls than lawn mower girls. The thing was we liked Joe, nosy and tripped over his tongue but friendly and helpful. He walked around our house with big black pencil marking large X on boards, sills, deck boarding, all signs of rot which he changed and fixed until our house was ship shape.
One night we fixed dinner and had him over and he asked how we did it. Like I said he was curious and didn't mean to be bad, he was curious so we told him we danced together, naked, rubbing our bodies together until the fireworks went off. No shit, we did not rhumba, we did our lovemaking in a dance. And to hit the ball home we told him guys can't do that, their dick gets in the way.
Joe adopted us, he remodeled our house and made something modern out of something old. We were complemented every time we had someone over. He worried because we were girls, he took care of our cars, and one night after a party we were too drunk to drive and Joe picked us up and put us to bed. We got familiar enough, we kissed and hugged, held hands, used our pet names and said the L word in front of him, something we never did in front of straight people. He settled petty squabbles, kept us on the straight and narrow financially, was ramrod straight when it came to money. We gave him a key to our house, named him as our next of kin in the event of a health emergency, and he had power of attorney so he could look after us.
We were two ladies who for the first time in our adult life got emotionally tied to a man. He was our man and we were his girls. When Joe passed on he left us his house and some savings. Believe us, Joe loved us and we loved him. Every girl needs Joe in their life.
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