My name is Karen and I wanted to share my first lesbian experience with you.
I'm 69 years old, a retired financial aid expert for the local university. Unfortunately my husband died four years ago in a car accident. He left me with a great retirement package, plus my own retirement package was very good as well. But, living in the old house where we had raised our two children was just not going to work too well. Too many old memories and issues.
So with my retirement at age 67, I bought a three bedroom condo. Yes, the bedrooms are fairly small. I made the larger bedroom into my bedroom, the second into my hobby and storage room and the third into a guest bedroom. The living, dining room and kitchen were one large room.
But, in those two years, I had a guest only one night. One of my friends (Kathy) suggested I could rent out the bedroom to a college student. I would have somebody else in the house, a little income (not that I necessarily needed it) and maybe somebody to talk too on occasion. I approached student housing on campus and put out an ad for a female graduate student. A student housing rep (that I had known from my work on campus) came over to the condo and reviewed the opportunities for a student to rent the room. They suggested I should reserve half the kitchen cabinets for the other person; clean out the closet in the bedroom (which was at the end of the hall from my bedroom); and make allowances for painting and decorating when the student was selected. That rep put out an ad on the housing website and within a day I got a reply from Julie Brunner that she was interested.
Julie was a graduate student majoring in marketing and was a vivacious young lady. She had done her undergraduate work in the northeast, had worked in the marketing field for three years and now wanted to do her master's degree in Texas for a change of experience. I immediately liked Julie and she liked the room and the price. And, softee that I am, I cut the price by $100 a month when she said she would take the room, and then she was overjoyed by the lower price.
We got along fine. I tried to stay out of her way, but Julie found that she liked living with me and offered to cook dinner three times a week. And, while still learning, she was already on her way to becoming a great cook.
I told her I had no objections to her having overnight guests, she smiled and said she would take me up on that.
The first week of October, Julie came to me and asked if it would be okay to have a guest that weekend. A friend from back east was going to come and stay with her for the weekend.. I agreed quickly.
Her friend Mandie arrived on Friday evening. It was fairly quickly that I caught on that Mandie and Julie were more than friends. They sat on the sofa holding hands as we talked. There was a sensuous kiss and I excused myself to go shopping. I asked if there were things that Mandie and Julie wanted to eat for the weekend and even alcoholic beverages. I then left indicating that I wouldn't be back until 10:00 p.m. They said they were going out to eat but would be back before that. I did go shopping and did go to a movie so I didn't arrive home until after 10:00. The lights were dim and I could hear some low talking between the two in Julie's bedroom. I smiled. I was a modern woman and having two lesbians in my house was pretty accepting for an older woman.
On Saturday morning I tried to be quiet as I made coffee and had some eggs and sausages ready for the girls. Julie and Mandie soon made their way into the kitchen and did their magic on ingredients that I had and made the best French toast I've ever had. They held hands and kissed frequently. I smiled a lot. Thinking they would like to have time together alone, I excused myself saying I would be out all day and if they went out to be sure to lock the door, and even to lock the door while they were in, after all in a condo you sometimes had people on the wrong floor. I indicated they could cook their own dinner if they wanted to, thinking that Julie might want to make a gourmet dinner and that I'd be back about 7:00 p.m.
I went to the mall, looked around, and even spent some time at the local library so the girls could have time together. Arriving home about 7:15, I could smell some delicious aroma. The two girls had had a great time in the kitchen and were trying to anticipate my arrival. It was a great dinner with the three of us around the table. Julie and Mandie had made a homemade dinner of beef stroganoff, sauteed green beans, garlic French bread, made from scratch chocolate cake and had selected a wine to go with the meal.
The girls almost giggled like schoolgirls as they dished up and served me. As we ate Mandie told about herself. She and Julie had meet as undergraduates in Boston. She was now working for one of the big four accounting firms in Hartford Connecticut.
I commented something like 'you two look so good together', and Julie indicated that they were considering marriage; but would wait until she finished her graduate program. I nodded and smiled. After dinner, they did the cleanup and then sat on the sofa while we talked more. I asked MandIe about Hartford and Boston. They were holding hands and would stop and kiss each other periodically. I excused myself to my room and I could hear the two of them enjoying each other's company after a longer period of being away from each other.
On Sunday morning, I made breakfast for all of us and Julie asked if she could borrow my car to take Mandie to the airport. Living close enough to campus to walk she didn't have a car (and was trying to be frugal with being a student without an income). She had borrowed my car before and I quickly approved of the use of the car. They were going to do some sightseeing on the way to the airport.
Julie returned later when was doing some crocheting and television watching. She came over and kissed my cheek and thanked me profusely for allowing Mandie to stay with us and for making her feel at home. Julie indicated that the two months they had been apart was the longest time they had been separated.
