Your First Love Is Your First Love Forever

As a nursing student we studied biology. By the time you are a senior you are pretty much knowledgeable about the ins and outs of sex and all that jazz. But as a senior I had only played around with another woman. Call it what you may, it was impulsive and naughty, a lot of gratuitous nudity and gratuitous sexual activity. We explained it as pent up hormones and went about our days studying and preparing for graduation. The night before our graduation ceremony we had one last snatch and grab, except it lasted all night and by the time we were supposed to be up and ready we were dragging, we hadn't slept all night.

Our parents were there and we got our robes and headed for the stadium, along with all the other graduates. My close and personal friend sat a row in front of me and on her graduation cap she had written, Sue, I Love You. How many people saw this, hundreds? Thousands of parents, but to me of course it meant one thing, to everyone else it meant something else. After graduation, after we had caught up with our parents, I kissed her straight on in front of who ever was watching and told her in a firm loud enough voice, I love you too.

Parents being what parents are ignored it, it was time for diplomacy and not confrontation. Alone we were called to the carpet, but we were now graduates with jobs waiting for us. We didn't call ourselves lesbians or any other derogatory word. We just admitted that we loved each other. When challenged about us where we were going to live, we said we were thinking about living in a one bedroom. My mother is one that can't leave enough alone and to answer her 'why?', I answered because I need to eat pussy. My first overt expression about sex with my mother.

Live goes on and sometime later I married a surgeon and settled down to have babies. Randi married a fertility doctor and she settle down to have babies, while her husband helped other women have babies. Soon we were having birthday parties and playdates and running around being mothers. It is an experience that you can't really explain, until it's you with the babies. From time to time a kiss went along with a hug and from time to time there were long embraces. From time to time she gently held my boobs in her hands and asked if I remembered. From time to time we whispered, naughty things, things we did in nursing school. Sometimes the heat got so much that we had to get out of the kitchen.

Our last one had managed at last the first grade and we agreed we needed to treat ourselves to a spa day. We both elected to have a full Brazilian. We went back to my house and we showered and washed our delicious woman site and went to lay on my bed with our legs apart and ate pussy. Her gratuitous nudity, her nicely splayed pussy, reminded me of those days when time didn't matter. We ate pussy, until we just couldn't. We laid on my bed totally naked, turning to kiss for a while, to suck on a titty. Then we went back to eating pussy. The clock dinged one in the afternoon so we went to make sandwich, two naked mommas. After lunch and brushing our teeth we went back to eating pussy. We only stopped when it was time to get dressed and go get our young ones.

With lipstick she wrote on my mirror, I Love You Sue. And I yelled at her from the driveway, I love you too.