Our Love Has Lasted A Lifetime

In high school my art teacher identified me as having talent. A thought she expressed to my mother on more than one occasion. The idea stuck and instead of college I went to an art school in New York City. Early in our studies we had the opportunity to sketch nudes, male and female. This was all before gratuitous nudity was on screen, magazines and computers. As a girl, I had never been exposed to any form of pornography. The first full frontal nudity was in my class.

As a freshman I was taken not by the male models, I was taken by the female models. I dreamed of them, their bodies, their breasts and their hidden treasure. I posed in front of the mirror, striking the poses I had seen in class. That first year I met a girl in class from Hartford, Connecticut. She liked me and I liked her. She posed for me and I posed for her. She touched me and I touched her. Her lips were soft, warm and sweet, her nipples hard like rubber erasers, her hidden treasure opened to soft, moist, folds of skin, to her love hole, to her hard clit the size of her thumb.

On a long weekend I took her home, we slept together in my room, cuddled in a love embrace. In no time, I had fallen in love, head over heels. Our days in art school were the best of my life. We both went back to our homes, dependents still of our parents, struggling to make our new education pay. Long phone calls, letters continued for a year. Until she told me she was getting married. In a year I was engaged too. Our letters included pictures of our new families, our children. When I signed my letters 'I miss you, lots of love', I meant every word.

We are old now, grandmothers. We are both widows. We are together now, living in Scottsdale, Arizona. My patrician girl, tall and beautiful today as she was in our freshman year. She fell in love with me, and after a lifetime we now live together, sleep together, her lips, and breasts, and her hidden treasure is mine, all mine again.