I was a 20 year old senior at a large Midwestern university in the 1970s. I was shy and smart and beginning to explore my sexuality. I dated a few women but nothing special had yet developed.
There was an older woman who I knew casually during my freshman year. She dated an older guy in my dorm. Her name was Karen. She was tall, slender and had a foxy face with a sharp nose and cheekbones and beautiful light blue eyes. I fantasized about her but did nothing about it. I lost track of her over the years at college.
In my senior year, I noticed her in my first class of the semester. She still looked great. She approached me after class and I was so nervous. I was sure I did not made a good impression on her but she did give me a sly smile as she glided away. A few weeks later she approached me after class. She asked me why I was being so shy and said that we should get together. I said sure. She asked me to come to her home for dinner as she and her Mom liked to entertain. We arranged a date and time.
I was once again nervous when I arrived. Karen opened the door with a big smile and gave me a peck on the cheek. She introduced me to her Mom. Mom was in her mid forties. She was shorter than Karen and had a few extra pounds. She was curvy in the all the right places and there was something about her. We had a pleasant dinner and then took our wine to the couch. I thought it was interesting when Karen placed me in the middle of the couch with her and her Mom on both sides.