When I Met Julie

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It was lovely spring day and I was just sitting on the porch sipping tea, thinking, and realizing I was about to turn fifty and felt very much alone. My husband died five years ago and I guess I never really got over it. We moved to this small Southern town from up North on a job transfer with hopes to retire here. Unfortunately my husband died before he could retire and I find myself with very few close friends and mostly lonely. I have one married Son who lives up North but is currently on a three-year work assignment in Japan.

I'm looking forward to the summer months because I keep myself pretty busy with the flowers and shrubs in my garden. When I'm not working in the garden, I enjoy sewing and doing needlepoint, of which I give away to various charity rummage sales. I try to keep a good positive attitude towards life and I'm in good physical shape. I'm 5'8", 140 pounds, I wear my dyed blond hair short and look pretty good for an old gal. Just before my husband died I had my breasts lifted and measure a sweet 36b,they look great and was one of the nicest birthday presents my husband had ever given me.

My face and skin still look pretty good but I can see that age is sneaking up fast though. Anyway on this particular day, I was standing on the sidewalk facing my front lawn and deciding what work will need to be done to the garden this year. A young lady that looked to be in her twenties walked by and greeted me with a "good morning" and I returned the greeting. "You have a beautiful yard mam" she complimented and I thanked her.

"Do you like gardening?" I asked.

She told me she loves to look and smell the different flowers but didn't know the various names of them all.

"I think I'll buy a book on flowers," she thought out loud.

We said our good byes and off she went. She was very friendly and pleasant I thought to myself, and I enjoyed the brief conversation.

The following week I was at the mall shopping and I stopped in at Hancock Fabrics for some drapery material to redo the den. There she was again, in the same isle I was in, walking towards me. It was same young lady that stopped and chatted with me last week and she noticed me,

"Twice in one week," I greeted her.

"It's so nice to see you again," she replied and we introduced each other.

"I'm Julie," she said shyly.

"I'm Rose," I told her.

"What a nice surprise, are you interested in sewing?"

"A little" she said. "I'm trying to learn how to make a dress just for fun, see if I can do it and thought I'd buy some cheap material to experiment with."

"Do you have a pattern?"

I do," she said, showing me the dress pattern.

"It looks pretty easy," I said, looking for it's simplicity. "You should be able to whip that up in a couple of days,"

"Well maybe, but I'm not very good at sewing, I'm sort of just doing it for fun."

"Do you live around here?" I asked.

"Yes I do," she said.

Julie told me she was doing her Masters in History at the university. It had been such a nice day the other day she went on to explain that she had decided to get off the bus a couple of stops early and walk it. She said that's why she was walking on my street when we met.

"Well if you walk it again, you're welcome to drop in and we can have a nice cup of tea and chat. I'll even loan you my book on sewing if you like, might save a few dollars." I said.

"That would be so nice, thank you."

We looked at some different materials together briefly and I was impressed with her enthusiasm and her interest in trying to learn a new skill. She seemed quite bright, well mannered and appeared interested when I spoke. I liked her. I paid for my purchases and as I was leaving Julie turned to me and told me that she'll stop in to visit the next time she decides to walk it.

"I'd like that very much," I told her and headed for my car in the parking lot.

During my short ride home my thoughts went Julie and how much I had enjoyed chatting with her. She seemed very positive and bubbly and she put me in a good mood for the day. I need to get out more I thought, and realized that it's not very often lately that I take the time to get close to anyone. Like I said, I'm usually very lonely and knowing that I feel more comfortable not getting into anyone's business by keeping my distance. That's probably why I haven't made any new friends in quite some time. Suddenly living alone after all those years of marriage can do that to someone I suppose. Anyway, that night I was recalling the day's events and thought about Julie. There was something different about her, some attracting feature I couldn't put my finger on, she was certainly pretty but above all she I was impressed at how pleasant and friendly she was towards me.

My thoughts of meeting Julie continued and I pondered as to why she had made such an impression on me. Maybe because she was young, but I didn't think about our age differences when we spoke. Oddly enough she was in my thoughts all afternoon. There were so many things about her I didn't know, and why should I care anyway? I never asked her if she was from around here and I could only guess her age, being in college and all. I hoped that she'd drop by sometime like she said she would and hoping that she knew I would enjoy her company.

That night I lay in bed and as usual, over the last couple of years, I played with my special playthings. The reality is that I'm horny as heck most of the time and even more so since my husband died. As crazy or perverted as it may sound, I love to play myself to sleep, a personal flaw of mine that I accept whole heartedly. I enjoy working myself up to a sexual frenzy, cum hard, and then fall asleep from exhaustion. I don't always cum these days but I sure and heck enjoy trying. Sex wasn't a big thing for me in the last few years before my husbands' death but shortly after, I became obsessed. On this particular night I slipped in one of my favorite porno DVDs to help me along.

As I watched the DVD my mind wondered again to Julie and fingered myself to an awesome orgasm. I had visualized what she would look like without clothes on. With her short jet black hair cut to just below her ears, wearing only her thick black stylish framed glasses that gives her that brainy intellectual look. Julie was slightly taller than me and she was certainly bigger breasted. Her young solid breasts stood high and proud, unlike my sagging aging excuse for tits! She reminded me of those demure looking librarians that look absolutely beautiful when they take off their glasses. I never considered actually having sex with other woman, but I have fantasized at thought of it sometimes when I'm masturbating.

I did have one girl on girl encounter if you can call it that. It was with my best friend Mary when we were twelve. We played Doctor and checked each other out but that was it and it was many years ago. Lately I've been turned on watching some of the girl on girl action on my X rated satellite channels but other than that I've never considered myself bi sexual in anyway, until maybe now. So I was a little surprised at how intense my orgasm was on this night because of the thought of Julie and what her young firm body might look like with no clothes. For the rest of that night until sleep set in, I was uneasy and confused about my feelings and new fantasies.

It had been several weeks now since I had seen Julie but to my surprise I had thought of her many times during my nightly frig sessions. I must be desperate, I thought, never considering on getting turned on by the thought another female, especially one so much younger than me but hey what the heck, I was getting some pretty good turn on thinking about her. The whole notion of a lesbian encounter was still a little uncomfortable, but yet very exciting. My fantasies had been running wild with all sorts of mental images and scenarios of things we would do together. So to my surprise, one afternoon, I was delighted to hear the doorbell ring and was greeted by Julie when I opened the door!

"Hi!" she said. "I was just passing by and remembered your kind invitation to drop in when I was around."

"Well for goodness sakes Julie, so nice to see you again."

"Hope I'm not interrupting anything"

"No of course not Julie, please come in."

As before, Julie had the most warming smile and today she looked even prettier. She followed me to the kitchen and I invited her to sit on the stool at the island and offered her something to drink.

"I'll take you up on that cup of tea offer if you don't mind" she asked.

"I was just about to put the kettle on, one tea coming up."

She talked about her classes being over this week and that she just wrote her last exam this morning. I busied myself fixing tea and was admiring her enthusiasm and pretty looks. I wonder how she'd react if she could read my thoughts! At that moment I felt like such a pervert, unlike the image I portray of a prim and proper elderly woman.

"So how do you think you did on your classes?"

As she spoke, I couldn't help but notice what she was wearing. Julie had worn a skin-tight white button up silk blouse, and tight black spandex pants that accentuated her waist, butt, and thighs. The top three buttons of her blouse were undone showing a little cleavage and I tried not to make it obvious that I was staring but I was mesmerized. After listening to her thoughts on how well she thinks she scored on her grades, I commented how nice she looked today. It may have not been the right response for the course of conversation but what the heck I had already said it.

Julie and I proceeded to have tea, I showed her around the house and brought her into a converted bedroom that is now my craft and sewing room to show her some of the needlepoint work I've done. We looked through some of my old sewing books and had a good laugh when I pulled out some old patterns I had collected over the years.

"I can't believe we dressed like that." I commented.

Julie also thought that some of the styles were cool. I showed off my life-size mannequin in the room that I use for sewing projects and she commented on it saying how cool it was. By the end of the afternoon, we were talking like we were long time friends. Julie explained that this summer she would be looking for a part time job since she wasn't going home between her freshman and sophomore year. Coming from a large city I asked her how she would like the small town atmosphere.

"I don't mind it," she replied, " I'm not much for partying and going out anyway so I suppose it's Ok, except that all my friends are leaving for the summer and it'll be real quiet around here." she stated.

I told her I understand and that I didn't get out much myself. I should get out more but most of the people I know are too busy and it usually doesn't work out.

"Well maybe we can go shopping together sometime," she said.

"Of course I'd like that very much, anytime you're up to it Julie"

She seemed very interested in learning to sew and I offered to show her if she liked. She said she'd like that very much. We went on to discuss history, which was my favorite subject in school. We talked about art, what movies we liked, and live theater. I was surprised how much she knew about the arts. Since we both liked Abba music, we agreed that when Mama Mia plays in Nashville, only about an hour away, that we'd get tickets. All in all, it was a pleasant afternoon and we agreed to keep in touch. We exchanged phone numbers and by late afternoon, she had left.

I returned back to the kitchen to straighten up and I realized how excited I was about spending the most pleasant afternoon is a long time. The thought of going to the theater seemed like fun and the events of today were different from my usual routine. Not surprising, I liked her. Not so much as a mother daughter type attraction but rather as equals in the friendship. I even visualized her standing on my sewing pedestal in the sewing room as she allowed me to alter her sewing dress project.

As short as our visit was, and from what little I really knew of her, I thought if there was a time to open up and share my thoughts, it could be now and it could be with Julie. This possible new friendship was uplifting for me and for days now I had noticed a little more bounce in my step! Over the next few days I thought about Julie, and secretly hoped that she would call soon. Finally, after what I thought were two long weeks, I couldn't resist. I called her. She sounded genuinely pleased to hear from me and apologized for not calling me sooner. I invited her over for diner the next Saturday night if she was free to sample my famous roast beef. Julie gladly accepted and she asked if I could take a look at the dress she was working on while she was there since things weren't going well with her sewing project.

"Of course I'll take a look at it for you." I replied and we said our good byes.

I could only imagine what a botched up job she did to that dress and hoped that I could help. That night, I lay in bed imagining Julie standing on the pedestal trying on the dress for me as I crouched below her at side hemming and pinning to fit and the thought intrigued me. Another fantasy to add to my collection!

Saturday night came and I wanted everything to be just right. I fussed with having a little flower arrangement on the table and the candles in just the right places, the table was set just perfect for two and I had a couple of bottles of Merlot waiting. I wasn't sure if she even drank. I felt as nervous as teenager on a first date. It was silly of course to feel that way but for some strange reason it felt almost like a date! I looked around and thought that maybe I had over done it. Maybe I should stop with my silly notions. Maybe I should turn up the lights, blow out the candles and stop acting like a silly idiot. I hardly know this young lady and besides she's hoping to just get help with her dress and have a nice diner and visit!

Too late! The doorbell rang and I greeted Julie at the door. I was surprised when Julie handed me a dozen carnations and told me she appreciated being invited for diner. She wasn't sure if she should bring anything and thought she couldn't go wrong with flowers. I accepted them, gave her a brief hug and told that the flowers were lovely. I smelled the carnations as we made our way to the kitchen.

"You look so domestic with your apron on Rose" I bet you're a great cook as well." she said.

"If you can get through to desert, I think you'll live," I responded to her jokingly.

There was some time before I needed to slice the roast so I removed my apron and asked Julie if she'd like a glass of wine or something else, a coke, or juice maybe?

"Oh yes thanks" she said, "I love wine."

"Especially red but it doesn't always agree with me," she explained. "I usually have to watch how much I drink or I get giddy and act silly."

"Well then we'll make sure you drink a lot so you can some real fun in small town Saturday night!" I winked at her and smiled.

"So what's been going on then?" I inquired.

Julie told me about her new job at the hospital and was hoping to earn some money, and meet some friends through work. I told her about the yoga classes I started going to and if it sounded boring to her, she never let on but rather looked genuinely interested and we talked about her sewing escapades. Diner went well. We kept talking endlessly about so many topics that by desert, we looked at each other and both burst out laughing.

"Can you believe we haven't run out of conversation all night," Julie said.

"Can you believe it? We drank two bottles of wine!" I pointed out as we were both still laughing and giggling. After we both loaded up the dishwasher, Julie squeezed the last drops of wine from the bottle and of course we both burst out laughing. I had two more so we were in good shape just in case and I asked Julie to open one up while I fooled around with the stereo. She poured us each another glass and we settled ourselves down on the sofa. With the remote I cued in a little Kenny G and thought, how nice and relaxing this evening has turned out. After a few quiet moments Julie was the first to speak.

"I've been meaning to tell you how nice you look in that outfit Rose."

"Thank you." I replied, sitting just a few inches from each other.

"It's really comfortable and it hides a multitude of old age flaws."

"Nonsense Rose, you're a classy looking lady!" she said.

"How old are you anyway?" she asked.

"Under fifty" I lied, and we both broke out laughing.

"How old are you? I asked her and "don't lie either, one liar in this room is quiet enough"

Again we both giggled like school girls and I realized I was feeling the effects of the wine. It had been some time since I drank so much.

"I'm twenty three!" She told me.

"My mother turns fifty this year," she said and we both laughed.

"I have to wear this loose fitting stuff nowadays" I told her. "I'd love to wear what you have on but it would look so ridiculous on me, your clothes fit you perfect."

Tonight Julie was wearing a light blue V-neck knit sweater tucked into a short blue and white plaid skirt and matching light blue leotards with penny loafer shoes and of course her trademark black rimmed glasses. She looked quite conservative, rather preppy and I told her so. Julie sat up as I was complimenting her on her outfit tugging her skirt down and getting more comfortable on the sofa. I couldn't help notice how tight her sweater fit her and how the material did an excellent job of outlining her shapely hidden under her top and short skirt.

Her tight sweater certainly showed off her breasts and figure and secretly I envied to have a body like that again. I guess I was staring because the next thing I know, Julie was waving her hands in front of my face and saying hey you and getting my attention.

How embarrassing! God was I that obvious? Coming to my senses.......

"Sorry, the wine is playing tricks on this ole gal" was my quick come back.

"So, does that mean you would you like another glass?" she asked now in hysterics and shaking her head in amusement.

"Sure why not," I told her proudly raising my glass to her.

We sipped from our glasses enjoying Kenny G and taking in the dimly lit and relaxing room. I knew I consumed too much wine and better be careful so as not to be sick. I broke the momentary silence asking her if she wanted me to take a look at her dress and did she bring the pattern. Julie said she brought it with her but right now she felt like dancing because she loved Kenny G! With that she held both my hands and pulled me from the sofa. I can't even remember what tune it was but naturally it was slow one and as we embraced to dance, I felt my face go flush and warm tingles spread all over my body as I felt her breasts against mine and her warm breath on my neck. We moved slowly to the sound of the sexy saxophone and I closed my eyes and rested my head on her shoulder.

"I'm so glad you're leading" I slurred out in an effort to make light of our situation.

"Me to," she responded just inches from my ear in a low husky voice.

"You are in no condition to lead." She emphasized.

We both giggled and continued to sway to the tune. I felt so relaxed and was enjoying the experience that for a moment I completely forgot I was actually dancing and holding tight to my fantasy girl. I couldn't believe I was in this situation and knew it wasn't right but it felt right and in my condition I didn't much care. I was careful not to give her the impression I was hot for her and thought I was in one of my dreams until I felt her hand rest gently on my ass as she gently began to caress it.