Good Times And Questions
My neighbor Deloris and I have been getting together regularly for coffee, feeling safe with each other because we never go out. Deloris is black and I am white. We are both divorced. I am fifty-two and she is forty-eight so we have a lot in common.
She had just come over and while we were starting to have our coffee I confessed how I had been going nude around the apartment. She said how that sounded like fun and suggested that he have our coffee in the buff. It was just the two of us of course, so we took off our clothes and it was wonderful to enjoy that together. We did this several more times and being that open with one another made us feel much closer and in ways which I’m sure we wouldn’t have.
I was surprised because Deloris seemed to enjoy being a bit flirty, so I started, too. The two of us had talked before about our lives and how we had both had our fill of men and serious relationships, so it was nice to just have this female rapport like that. We both like that it was teasingly suggestive and this was alluring.
When I was a girl I had several secret Sapphic trysts with several other girls. I was quite average, never got into trouble and did well in school, so nobody ever suspected that innocent little me was doing things like that. It was just a passing phase and fun. But when Deloris seemed open to there being maybe more to our naked get togethers, I found myself interested in a way that I had not been in many years and I will admit that I was certainly encouraging.
It really was not difficult to find ourselves becoming loving and having sex. It just felt so good and was so easy. We both savored the experience. Deloris admitted that she had never done anything like this before and was surprised by how enticing it was. I lied and said that I never had either, not wanting her to think that I was a lesbian on the prowl or something. But our love making was so delicious, and I know in art it was he racial difference which made it seem even more exotic. I simply couldn’t get enough of her ebony body and she couldn’t get enough of my white body.
While I can’t say that we are in love with each other as such, we do have very strong romantic feelings which have led to our talking about living together and continuing our relationship in I suppose you would have to say a more lesbian way.
She is quite convinced that she would like this, and I am more hesitant to commit to being this lesbian in spite of my obvious tendencies which I now realize that I do have. Which is part of my problem, in that I have never wanted to be a full time lesbian as I like men and have never wanted to renounce the fact that I do. Yet at the same time sex with Deloris is great and I thoroughly enjoy when we fuck, which is quite often. Most of all I am not sure how I would tell my grown son about this or if he would understand that his mom just feels like living with another woman.
So does anyone out there have any advice on how to handle this situation?
Some real and authentic replies would be most welcome. And no, I don’t need to hear from anyone telling me how it is immoral for two women to be having sex and feelings for one another, thank you very much.


