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Lesbian Stories
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Lesbian Female / 71
Our Prayers Were Answered,
I am 71 years old now, and have lived a very careful life. I was a precocious child. Along with my sisters I attended the local parochial school. The girls were in one school and the boys in a another. Some of the girls started talking about boys early on, I wanted to be friends with a girl. She was very reserved, her family was prominent in our town. We were thirteen and I kissed her. It was an uncontrollable urge. She told me not to kiss her. But not kissing her was out of the question, I kissed her again and again, until she stopped pushing me away and she let me kiss her. By the time I stopped kissing her that afternoon I was in love with her, and she was in love with me.
We knew better than to be caught, and we never talked about it. By the time we were in secondary school we touched our naked bodies, kissed our naked bodies, kissed for minutes at a time, with our hands between our legs, our hands on our breasts. It was just that when we were caught. We were at her house, under the covers in her bed, totally naked when her mother walked it. The door was closed but not locked, her mother wasn't due until six o'clock. It was past six, we hadn't noticed. She caught us in bed naked and asked in a loud angry voice what were we doing.
The school wasn't involved. But they had a program for girls like us. We weren't the first. It was eternal prayer to block out any desires that we may have. We did not continue in our normal classes, we went to another class, to be prepared for missionary work. We would be sent far away, to spend our lives as lay missionaries. One of us would be sent to Benin where the order had among other things an orphanage. We would not be together, once decided one of us would go to Africa and the other to Bern Switzerland to an orphanage there. We could not become Nuns, our sin was just too great.
Upon graduation I learned that I was going to Benin. After a small dinner to say goodbye to me, I left accompanied by a Nun who was traveling to Switzerland, and from there I would be sent to Benin. In Switzerland a I ran away. I couldn't be torn away from the girl I loved. I had a second cousin that lived in Geneva. My mother had let it slip one day when the talk was about where we were to be sent. I didn't know him, and I doubted he even knew about me.
I made my way to Geneva and I looked him up in the phone book, and found a man by his name, a Psychiatrist. I went there. I waited all day for him to see me. He was aware of my mother, she was a cousin of his mother, but not familiar to him. He had studied medicine in Switzerland and Psychiatry. He was single and lived with a woman who took care of him. He listened to me, I told him everything, about us, and that we were in love. He walked over to me and held my hands, and told me that no amount of prayer would stop my longing for her. He was totally against what they were doing to us, and agreed to hide me in his house.
He found out that my love was in Bern, and he had a man poke around and find out where she stayed and what she did during the day. Then one day several weeks later, he took me to Bern, and we interrupted her walk to the orphanage and stole her away. She came willingly with us, there was no fight, no argument. That night we slept in a great big bed in my cousin's house. He told us we would be safe there.
Our names were changed, names borrowed from Italian girls who had died during the war. We were Italians now, and he had connections and papers were drawn up, and we were sisters. No one would then ask why we lived together, all we had to do was learn to speak Italian. We lived in our cousin's house for forty four years. His housekeeper passed several years earlier and he left us the house when he passed. We had to sell it as we could no longer keep it up.
I won't say that we made love every night, but we kissed every night before going to sleep. We are in our seventies now and we kiss every night before we go to sleep and every morning when we wake up. Two sisters who never married. We do speak Italian and French and our native English.
Our prayers were answered, we only prayed to be let be together.
We knew better than to be caught, and we never talked about it. By the time we were in secondary school we touched our naked bodies, kissed our naked bodies, kissed for minutes at a time, with our hands between our legs, our hands on our breasts. It was just that when we were caught. We were at her house, under the covers in her bed, totally naked when her mother walked it. The door was closed but not locked, her mother wasn't due until six o'clock. It was past six, we hadn't noticed. She caught us in bed naked and asked in a loud angry voice what were we doing.
The school wasn't involved. But they had a program for girls like us. We weren't the first. It was eternal prayer to block out any desires that we may have. We did not continue in our normal classes, we went to another class, to be prepared for missionary work. We would be sent far away, to spend our lives as lay missionaries. One of us would be sent to Benin where the order had among other things an orphanage. We would not be together, once decided one of us would go to Africa and the other to Bern Switzerland to an orphanage there. We could not become Nuns, our sin was just too great.
Upon graduation I learned that I was going to Benin. After a small dinner to say goodbye to me, I left accompanied by a Nun who was traveling to Switzerland, and from there I would be sent to Benin. In Switzerland a I ran away. I couldn't be torn away from the girl I loved. I had a second cousin that lived in Geneva. My mother had let it slip one day when the talk was about where we were to be sent. I didn't know him, and I doubted he even knew about me.
I made my way to Geneva and I looked him up in the phone book, and found a man by his name, a Psychiatrist. I went there. I waited all day for him to see me. He was aware of my mother, she was a cousin of his mother, but not familiar to him. He had studied medicine in Switzerland and Psychiatry. He was single and lived with a woman who took care of him. He listened to me, I told him everything, about us, and that we were in love. He walked over to me and held my hands, and told me that no amount of prayer would stop my longing for her. He was totally against what they were doing to us, and agreed to hide me in his house.
He found out that my love was in Bern, and he had a man poke around and find out where she stayed and what she did during the day. Then one day several weeks later, he took me to Bern, and we interrupted her walk to the orphanage and stole her away. She came willingly with us, there was no fight, no argument. That night we slept in a great big bed in my cousin's house. He told us we would be safe there.
Our names were changed, names borrowed from Italian girls who had died during the war. We were Italians now, and he had connections and papers were drawn up, and we were sisters. No one would then ask why we lived together, all we had to do was learn to speak Italian. We lived in our cousin's house for forty four years. His housekeeper passed several years earlier and he left us the house when he passed. We had to sell it as we could no longer keep it up.
I won't say that we made love every night, but we kissed every night before going to sleep. We are in our seventies now and we kiss every night before we go to sleep and every morning when we wake up. Two sisters who never married. We do speak Italian and French and our native English.
Our prayers were answered, we only prayed to be let be together.
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