Still Lesbian

It started when Lindsey and I were both eleven. We were best girlfriends, really, really liked each other, shared everything and started playfully being in love. Our moms, both divorced, knew and had no problem with that. Undoubtedly they were probably glad that we were being that way with each other instead of with boys. We would spend the night together at each other’s house and the two of were quite affectionate even in front of our moms and we were free to go around naked at each other’s house which we throughly enjoyed the freedom of doing.
By the time that we were twelve we were having some very serious sex and feeling quite romantically committed to one another. This went on all throughout school. We got teased about being a lesbian couple, which we of course denied, although secretly Lindsey and I rather liked that, and liked thinking of ourselves as being lesbians.
Well, school ended and we each went off to college and our separate ways and we eventually lost touch. I got married and from what I heard, she had, too. So much for our being lesbians.
Then two years ago Lindsey and I happened to run into each other. I had moved back to where I had grown up, and Lindsey had been living in California, and had now also moved back. Both of us were now divorced. We talked about old times and how wonderful that had been, and within in an hour we were at my house, naked in bed together, making love and having the most wonderful sex. It was like nothing had changed between us, and since that time we have been co-habituating, as they say. Neither of us have ever been happier.