Lesbian Female / 55
We Have Had Another Girlfriend
I went to work at a large company after graduation into their internal audit department. The department consisted of 15 staff, two supervisors and a director. I was paired up with a girl a year a head of me, and we were supervised by a senior. Over the weeks and months that followed I developed a deep crush on my partner. My first ever girl crush. She also excited the men in the department, but she didn't date anyone at work.
I rented a one bedroom for six months when I moved to the city for my job and I didn't like where it was and wanted to move at the end of my lease. My partner was in a run down two bedroom house in the old city and she offered to rent me the other room for less than the apartment. It was a two bedroom one bathroom, no central heat or air, a dirt driveway, but at least we could get both cars off the street.
My crush got stronger and stronger, so strong that she made observations. But she didn't date, she turned down everyone. I didn't date either, all I had on my mind was being with her, I didn't care if we were at the laundromat together, as long as we could be together. One day she got out of the shower and she called through the door for me to bring her a towel, they were folded and still on the couch in the living. I think that was the very first time I saw her completely naked, saw purposedly, standing tall and sinewy, her hair wet, both upstairs and downstairs, her long legs and thin arms. "Don't tell me, you like pussy".
The ice was broken she told me she liked pussy but she wanted to get married one day and have a house and a dog and three children. When and if she met Mr. Right she would go out with him, but she didn't want any of the losers she met at work. She was easy to talk to, now that the ice was broken, I confessed that she was my only crush ever, and I went to bed wishing I was with her. For purely purposes of proving me wrong, she opened her legs for me and I tasted the forbidden fruit for the first time.
It was her first time too, and we did it again, only this time with some earlier kissing and rubbing, and we both tasted the forbidden fruit and fell asleep together. We didn't officially change into one bedroom, but I woke up with her every morning after that. It was a deep dark secret, don't ever tell anyone or I will kill you.
She overheard this girl at work talk about this club where girls danced together. Because, she said, the guys were too aggressive. We went to check it out and we danced and danced until we couldn't dance anymore. Girls everywhere dancing, lights so low it was hard to see, but we swore we saw a lot of kissing and a lot of hands where they don't belong, not in public. In the ladies room there were girls kissing, girls sitting on the counter with another girl between her legs coping a handful of titty. If you weren't hot when you got there you were hot when you left, straight to bed, grabbing tits and ass and sticking your nose deep inside of her. We had stumbled on the one and only lesbian dance place in the city.
It was on New Year's eve later that year that midnight kisses were going around and we threw caution to the winds and embraced and kissed on the lips and didn't let go for a full minute. That night I told her, holding her face, that I loved her and she whispered in my ear that she loved me too. Of course, there we people we knew and they saw it go down and our secret was out of the closet.
Life has a way of getting to you, the dream of a house in the suburbs, a dog and three children was strong and got stronger. We approved of the men that we married, it wasn't an accident that we picked very similar men and we were each other's Maids of Honor. We talked the next morning, losing our virginities to them on our wedding night, and getting pregnant. We had a plan, our plan, and that required husbands and marriage.
So it's no wonder that after thirty years of marriage, three kids and several dogs later, we are still best friends ever, and when we have time to ourselves we fall into old habits and we do our loving together. The 'boys' as we call them, play golf and go offshore fishing. The 'girls' as they call us stay home and play peekaboo under the covers. We don't talk out loud about it, and our husbands have never talk to us about it. As far as the world knows, we are two middle aged friends, with benefits, but only we know that.
I rented a one bedroom for six months when I moved to the city for my job and I didn't like where it was and wanted to move at the end of my lease. My partner was in a run down two bedroom house in the old city and she offered to rent me the other room for less than the apartment. It was a two bedroom one bathroom, no central heat or air, a dirt driveway, but at least we could get both cars off the street.
My crush got stronger and stronger, so strong that she made observations. But she didn't date, she turned down everyone. I didn't date either, all I had on my mind was being with her, I didn't care if we were at the laundromat together, as long as we could be together. One day she got out of the shower and she called through the door for me to bring her a towel, they were folded and still on the couch in the living. I think that was the very first time I saw her completely naked, saw purposedly, standing tall and sinewy, her hair wet, both upstairs and downstairs, her long legs and thin arms. "Don't tell me, you like pussy".
The ice was broken she told me she liked pussy but she wanted to get married one day and have a house and a dog and three children. When and if she met Mr. Right she would go out with him, but she didn't want any of the losers she met at work. She was easy to talk to, now that the ice was broken, I confessed that she was my only crush ever, and I went to bed wishing I was with her. For purely purposes of proving me wrong, she opened her legs for me and I tasted the forbidden fruit for the first time.
It was her first time too, and we did it again, only this time with some earlier kissing and rubbing, and we both tasted the forbidden fruit and fell asleep together. We didn't officially change into one bedroom, but I woke up with her every morning after that. It was a deep dark secret, don't ever tell anyone or I will kill you.
She overheard this girl at work talk about this club where girls danced together. Because, she said, the guys were too aggressive. We went to check it out and we danced and danced until we couldn't dance anymore. Girls everywhere dancing, lights so low it was hard to see, but we swore we saw a lot of kissing and a lot of hands where they don't belong, not in public. In the ladies room there were girls kissing, girls sitting on the counter with another girl between her legs coping a handful of titty. If you weren't hot when you got there you were hot when you left, straight to bed, grabbing tits and ass and sticking your nose deep inside of her. We had stumbled on the one and only lesbian dance place in the city.
It was on New Year's eve later that year that midnight kisses were going around and we threw caution to the winds and embraced and kissed on the lips and didn't let go for a full minute. That night I told her, holding her face, that I loved her and she whispered in my ear that she loved me too. Of course, there we people we knew and they saw it go down and our secret was out of the closet.
Life has a way of getting to you, the dream of a house in the suburbs, a dog and three children was strong and got stronger. We approved of the men that we married, it wasn't an accident that we picked very similar men and we were each other's Maids of Honor. We talked the next morning, losing our virginities to them on our wedding night, and getting pregnant. We had a plan, our plan, and that required husbands and marriage.
So it's no wonder that after thirty years of marriage, three kids and several dogs later, we are still best friends ever, and when we have time to ourselves we fall into old habits and we do our loving together. The 'boys' as we call them, play golf and go offshore fishing. The 'girls' as they call us stay home and play peekaboo under the covers. We don't talk out loud about it, and our husbands have never talk to us about it. As far as the world knows, we are two middle aged friends, with benefits, but only we know that.
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