Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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Our Albert-Preston University cheer team does community service and special appearances during the school year. Sometimes it's a new business opening or some civic event in our small college town but mostly it is some sort of goodwill appearance. Hospitals, grade schools, nursing homes, that sort of thing. On a Thursday afternoon in March, we visited the Sunny Dales Senior Community to do some small cheer and aerial routines and spend time with the seniors who lived there.
It was fun to be with the old folks at the senior center. So many of the women seniors were funny and gracious about our presence. And so many of the old gents were lively enough to make flirty comments to us and sometimes try to grab us that we were all having a great time. As we did our rounds of speaking to the residents and doing our routines, I seemed to keep making eye contact with one of the older women who was standing across the large room from the other seniors. Many of the residents were in wheelchairs or seated with their walkers nearby but the woman across the room was standing against the wall and seemed younger (that's an odd word to use in this context) but yes, younger than the other seniors for whom we were performing.
When we had a break from our last prepared routine, I looked over and again saw the single woman seeming to look at me. I put my pom poms down on an empty chair and ambled over to her where she remained leaning against the far wall.
"Hello." The woman said to me as I approached her. She smiled kind of sweetly, I thought.
"Hiya." I said with a smile. "I'm Haley." I stretched my arm in greeting.
"Haley. That's a pretty name for a pretty girl." She said as she took my offered hand in greeting. Her hand was warm and soft and she held it the extra half step it took for me to get right in front of her.
"My name is Violet." She said. I looked into her eyes as we clasped hands. Now that we were face to face, I noticed that her eyes were violet in color. That was pretty cool, I thought.
"We're all having a great time being here." I said.
"Yes, you girls have certainly livened up the older folks." Violet said in response. She continued to smile while looking me right in the eyes as she spoke.
I felt a little uncomfortable under her gaze although I enjoyed being part of the cheer squad who's whole mission was performing for crowds. "Do you work here...or something?" I asked, immediately feeling stupid for asking in that way.
Violet laughed a little. "I kind of help out around the place but I'm a resident, too." She answered sweetly.
Her response seemed almost a confession but I felt put at ease by her honesty. "Yeah." I said, glancing behind me at the rest of the Sunny Dales audience. "You look younger than, uh, the others." I said.
"Well, thank you Haley. That's sweet of you to say." Violet said pinching me lightly on my bare bicep in a playful manner.
Our eyes met again in the split second when she touched my bare arm. I've only been a beginner with other women but I felt in that tiny moment the same way I felt when I had my initial experiences with Jenny, Noni, and Doaui, my previous lesbian experiences that I have recounted here previously. Was I - could I - be having an attraction for a woman who was old enough to be my grandmother? I think the answer was "Yes" because I felt myself flushing in my cheeks when I admitted to the feeling.
I wish I could describe her accurately for you but the truth was that - aside from her violet eyes - Violet, the woman, was much like hundreds (or thousands) of sixtyish women you see over the ordinary course of your life. She had a pleasantly pretty round face with apple cheeks, a nice medium length coif of grey hair, and a small mouth with gently glossed magenta lips. Violet was a little taller than me. Everyone seems taller than my 5'2" frame, though. She was neither fat nor thin. Her embroidered sweater showed a generous swell of bosom common to many older women and her dark slacks covered her generous but proportioned hips. To most people, Violet would be as ordinary as applesauce with a boneless pork chop - which is what they served us for lunch earlier, by the way.
Being next to Violet who was covered from neckline to her sensible flat pumps, I felt very vulnerable in my cheer uniform with bare arms, bare midriff and legs. But I wanted to be vulnerable and attractive to Violet. As she talked about Sunny Dales and her light responsibilities as an assistant to the social director there, my mind was imagining what it would be like to have her hold me. I was conscious of my suddenly stiffened nipples under my sports bra and cheer top. I glanced up at her as we walked slowly around the room and was surprised when I saw her glancing at me at the same time. When we had to squeeze between two chairs, we bumped hips and shoulders and I once again felt the tingle of excitement at the feel of her body against me.
Our cheer coach was calling for us to assemble for departure. "Oh, no, I have to go." I said with genuine disappointment.
Violet took one of my hands, then the other, and I turned to face her. "You should come back to see me again, if you'd like to learn more about our community here." She said sweetly and our eyes locked yet again. For a split second, I thought we were going to kiss goodbye but that was silly of me.
"Yes. I would like that a lot." I said nervously stepping backward but maintaining eye contact with Violet and her purple orbs.
"You can call me through the main number here. I'm always around." She said with a laugh and gave me a little tootle-loo wave as I went to rejoin the cheer squad.
On the team shuttle back to campus, Tracy Wong, a cute Asian girl on our cheer team, was telling me about how one of the old guys tried to feel her ass up from his wheelchair. Other girls were yammering away about whatever or listening to their i-pods. As I stared out the bus window, all I could think about was Violet. Those head-filling thoughts stayed with me constantly for a few days.
I wasn't a psychology major and I doubt if Intro Psych or even Intermediate Psych would delve into how a young woman (myself) could be attracted to a woman living in an old age home. My own mother was only 44 years old. My grandmothers (on both sides) were about Violet's age and I never thought of them the way I found myself thinking of Violet. For chrissakes, that's incest, anyway. But still, I couldn't wrap my head around why Violet filled my thoughts between schoolwork, cheerleading practice, hanging out with my friends, and before I went to sleep every night. I even found myself daydreaming about Violet during a brief between-classes makeout and pussy eating roll-around with Noni, my gymnastics lover, one afternoon.
On the Monday following our cheer squad visit to Sunny Dales, I nervously used my phone to look up the number and dial to get in touch with Violet.
After the receptionist answered, I said, "Uh, yeah, could I speak to Violet?" I could feel my hand shaking as I held the phone to my ear.
The voice on the other end asked if I knew the last name. I panicked, realizing I never got her last name, but composed myself enough to say, "She kind of works there..I think."
"Oh, yes, Violet." The receptionist said after a short pause. "Hold on."
