I retired about 4 years ago and then started teaching part time at the local university in their senior learning program. My thinking was that I might meet someone my own age and gain a companion. During the first couple of years, I met some really nice ladies and enjoyed talking with them, but the ones I really liked were married. I tend to withdraw quickly if I am attracted to a married woman.
During the third year, however, a lady friend introduced me to a group of women she gathered with for a snack after classes and I began sitting in with them. I did this enthusiastically because there was one I had been in class with starting with the first year that I was extremely attracted to. She was married, but I was not at all sure how married she was. I have known lots of married women that were just waiting for an excuse to leave their marriage. For a whole year, I met with this group and we all became rather friendly.
This woman, who I shall call Lilly, was extremely intelligent and carried herself with an air of confidence so strong that I would have thought her arrogant were she not so sweet. It didn't hurt that she was beautiful. Over time, however, I deduced that she was lacking any hint of romance. Her marriage was just a staid conduit to her adult children and she was unaffected by the loss of marital intimacy. So, while her marriage was not good, it didn't much matter to her. Also, her husband was either a porn freak, had someone on the side, or was closet gay. In any event, my fantasy of ever being with Lilly died naturally.
One of the women in the group, Candace, Candi, whom I was not attracted to because she was very quiet and not physically attractive, seemed to share my sense of humor and curiosity. I came to find out that we had other things in common and she and I started to email to discuss them. Time passed and I discovered more about her. She was ten years younger than I, a lesbian, and married. She was also a recovering anorexic. Normally that would be enough to cement a platonic relationship, but we soon began texting and for many months would check with each other before bedtime.
Then there was a break in communication and I found out that she had multiple personality disorder. This made me feel protective of her and I wanted to learn more. She confided in me many things that she never voiced to anyone but her therapists, some of which I could relate to. However, she hinted at physical abuse from her father, and I saw that as dangerous territory to explore, so I remained just a listener. Obviously she trusted me and I knew she was beginning to care as much about me as I cared about her.
Our contact increased as we talked on the phone, texted, and visited with each other once a week in the park. We never seemed to run out of things to discuss and had many laughs mixed with commiseration. Candi was a big hugger and kisser, too, strange as that might seem. Even when we met with the group she would kiss me on the cheek and hug me as she left.
One sunny hot day, Candi texted me from a neighbor's pool that she could use during the day. She sent me a selfie that was not very revealing, but enough so that I was at least mentally aroused. Though she was painfully thin, I realized my attraction to her was expanding to the physical. After that day, I began to fantasize about being intimate with Candi; that I would become an exception to her homosexuality.
I tried to stop thinking about her that way. She would always be 10 years younger than me; always be a lesbian; always be battling her multi-personality disorder, and on and on. Still, the image of her less than fully clothed stirred me.
The next week when we met in the park, I found her sitting on a blanket under the shade of a tree wearing just a t-shirt and gym shorts. As I sat down across from her I noticed she was not wearing under garments. In fact, I could see her sparse pussy without straining my eyes. I could not stop looking. Luckily, I was wearing sunglasses or she might have smacked me.
However, I was now distracted and she was either teasing me or oblivious, but she lied down on her back as if to look up at the tree, and her loose-fitting shorts covered nothing. I soon told her I could see everything, expecting her to tell me not to look, but she just said, "I know." I reached over and touched her tanned thin thigh and she softly told me this wasn't the place. There would be a time and place.
Now I was less aroused but more determined. I was also very confused. I knew I was falling in love with Candi, a futile exercise given she was an anorexic lesbian, married to a lesbian, and she was 10 years my junior, anyhow. How futile can you get? Still, feelings are what they are, and now I was lusting for her. Seeing her gorgeous mound so loosely confined by her skimpy garment turned me on so much, all I could think of was getting my mouth on that bush. I could not envision a scenario where this would be possible, but fate is a strange thing, and it would soon favor me.
Candi had once told me that she was a hardcore lesbian and that she loved her wife very much. What I was experiencing now was quite contrary to that. But then there was the multiple personality disorder. Was I witnessing a different personality? I would mull this question extensively on the way home. But for now, my stupid male lust was taking over my thoughts and all I could do was stare at her beautiful pussy. Candi's skin was naturally tanned, she didn't have to work at it, and she was so thin, yet well proportioned. Her skinny legs looked great on her lean frame. She had beautiful black hair, short of course, with touches of gray.
Her beautiful cheekbones were nearly hidden by her oversized glasses, but I easily saw past that. My imagination was rife with lust. I wanted to kiss her between the legs. I wanted to lick her from hip to hip. I wanted to eat her pussy so bad I could cry. Before we left, I at least wanted to feel it, but I had too many questions to be so assertive. For one, who was I currently talking to? For another, if this was personality number one, the real Candi, why was she seemingly compromising her lesbianism?
We hugged and she walked home, a walk she enjoyed, while I drove home as I lived much farther away. I took my time driving as the questions in my head begat more questions. There was no question, however, of how turned on I was by Candi. I noticed that my crotch was wet from precum. I hadn't even noticed I had a hard-on as I stared at her. I reached home and opened a beer and sat outside after I changed clothes. I could not resolve any of the questions on my mind. At least not now. I finished my beer and decided to shelve my thoughts and wait to read her next text message. Maybe I could glean where she was coming from when she next communicated.
It wasn't long before I got an email from Candi, apologizing for her "brazen" exposure. She once again assured me she was quite the lesbian and her wife meant the world to her. With the sight of her reclining in the grass with her loose shorts revealing her beautiful pussy, firmly etched into my memory, I had no choice but to put any assertive plans aside.
A few weeks later we walked in the park and talked easily as usual. We sat on a picnic table with our feet on the bench. She was wearing the same loose-fitting shorts as before, and a loose pullover with spaghetti straps. She leaned toward me to emphasize a point she was making and I could see down her blouse to her waist. She had very small breasts, but I noticed they were also tanned. I also noticed her nipples were full erect.
