My Little Lesbian Story

I grew up when magazines were the main outlet for porn. I worked a retail store for home furnishings, but it was also a store that sold porn and sex toys by mail order. The 'sex' business was in the back of the warehouse, with a few employees. I did their payroll, and I knew about the business.

At the same time the owner's daughter worked in sales for the hone furnishings. One afternoon she invited me to her apartment. A round bed, mirrors on the walls and ceiling, paintings of naked women. When the lights were turned off the the eyes, lips, nipples and pussy slits glowed in the dark. She lay on the bed, patting the bed, for me to join her. She admitted she much preferred women, no dick to get you pregnant.

We 'made love', 'screwed', 'fucked', 'had sex' on that round bed, watched lesbian sex on a VHS tape, we went thru lesbian magazines of naked girls, triple x stuff, lots of open pussy. She read erotic passages, slowly, kissing me. It was my first experience with lesbian eroticism. Lowered lights, orgasms, vibrators, dildos. We became close friends and exclusive lovers. I wasn't aware that I had become lesbian.

On a Saturday afternoon she read me a letter, thanking her for her submission. She had sent a short story about lesbian girls, based on our relationship and exaggerated descriptions of our sexual behaviors.

It's been a lot of years from when we were young and beautiful. All we have are our memories. The mirrors on the wall and ceiling are gone, so are the red lights and round bed in the bedroom. We are a couple of older ladies who go on cruises, and spend time in our cabin on the peninsula. Sometimes at night when the lights are out we close our eyes and relive our love story.

We have at our cabin some of those old magazines and sex toys. What do we do with them? One day someone will put our things together, and find these memories in boxes in the garage there.