Anniversary of Sorts, Part 3

by Thom

So, I probably need to pick up the pace here a bit if I'm going to catch you up from 40 years ago. I don't suppose I need to remind you that the end of that decade was fraught with controversy and change. Maybe Holden changed everyone permanently but it was more likely that there were so many of us that we thought we were in charge. And whatever we thought we wanted to do, we did. We tried drugs. We loved up everyone we could get our hands on. We didn't want to fight in wars. We wanted the planet to be green again.

Okay, enough of all of that, its relationships that count and that matter the most. Lesbian relationships are more difficult than others, largely due to the economic barriers confronting women in general. Though I read recently that lesbians make more money than hetero women. I guess there is a message in that.

April taught me how to be a lesbian and turned me on to young girls but it would be a while before I had one.

I didn't start out to seduce Jackie's mother's lover April away from Jackie's mother or to even want to break up with Jackie because she had been my first real female lover and I owed her quite a bit. I was pretty much over my love for Jane by this time (summer after my second year of college) but I wasn't exactly in love with Jackie, we were just lovers, pretty hot ones though I have to admit.

Jackie and I both went back to life guarding at the country club as we had the previous summer but this year we had different shifts. Jackie was working mornings and I was working late afternoon and early evening. April's schedule at her job was similar to mine so we were both at home in the mornings while Jackie and her mother were at work. After a little bit, we got in the habit of hanging out in the kitchen in the mornings drinking coffee and just shooting the breeze.

I realized I had a lot to learn about being a lesbian. The lifestyle was a lot different than what I was used to growing up in a white-bread, hetero family in the Midwest. Of course, this was many years before being gay was even remotely as well accepted as it is now. And even now, lesbians' relationships are at a disadvantage because women are at a kept disadvantaged economically. We haven't fixed the wages problems never mind the glass ceilings.

To be even a little bit out in 1968 was pretty radical and those were radical times as it was. Luckily for Jackie and her mother, they were well enough off and basically lived in an enlightened community. Jackie's dad had taken up with a younger woman and her mother decided to do the same thing. I learned from April that her relationship with Jackie's mother was good but that both of them were considering moving on from it. April being twenty years younger than Jackie's mother wasn't working for either one of them.

What wasn't working out for me exactly was school. I was bored out off my gourd. Despite all of the fucking around I was doing instead of serious study, I was doing fine academically. I just didn't have a direction. Maybe it was the drugs. Maybe it was the war. Maybe it was the assassinations.

Near the end of the summer, as the job was winding down and it was time to get back to school, April made me a proposition. She asked me if I'd like to travel across country with her. We had missed the great 'summer of love' by one year but she said things were still happening in San Francisco and that we should see some of the country on the way. I didn't need a second invitation. I said yes without hesitation. A year off was exactly what I needed. Not being able to see beyond that, I told April I would like to be back east by start of school 69. "You've got a deal," she said.

We both told our honeys privately. Jackie and her mother were pretty cool about it. Jackie and I were out of our dorm this year anyway and had found rooms in a house on campus called the Abyss, occupied by a group of friends of ours. I'm guessing she would have eased herself into another relationship, even with me around. I'd seen her eyeing other girls we know that were queer.

After the plan was out, we had tons of help from Jackie and her mother, helping us with itinerary and what we should pack. April bought a VW bus, the perfect cross-country vehicle. Removing the back seats gives you a ton of space to sleep in and carry gear. I arranged with school to take a leave and we left before Labor Day weekend. The serious crap at the Chicago Democratic Convention had just come down so we decided we wouldn't sleep in the bus until we got out west. Parked VW bus equaled hippie radical and we didn't want to get attacked as we crossed the Midwest, or worse arrested for unnatural acts. You laugh but two women were arrested in New Orleans the year before this and spent more than two years in jail for being Lesbians (Mary Young and Dawn DeBlanc).

So, I don't want to do a road trip story but my lesbian lessons and the stuff that happened between us mostly happened on the trip. I'll try to highlight the events and only a couple of times mention where we were because it was significant.

We would take turns driving but only April told stories about herself. I pretty much had no story to tell then. She already knew about Jane and how I came to know Jackie. She told me about her growing up, about making love to women, lesbian groups she had met around the country, and of course little girls, the thing that we would both have a passion about.

We didn't become lovers the first or even the second night out. Though we were pretty tired from traveling and we went to bed early, I think we hadn't gotten to know each other well enough yet. But then April told me about her first little girl and we both got so horny that when we got to the motel, it was either masturbation or girl on girl.

April was a junior in college when she had her first young girl, pretty much the same age as me the year we were traveling together. Over the summer she had landed a live in nanny job for a five-year-old daughter of two doctors. She said that the little girl was the horniest thing she had ever met, that day one she had caught the girl jigging herself, and that she didn't stop even when April came into the room and asked her what she was doing. The girl announced that she was masturbating, with perfect diction and absolutely no uncertainty, and that she intended to finish up before she did anything else.

Of course April had let her finish. In fact, she said, she sat and watched the little girl finish. April did resist joining in at that juncture, but she didn't avoid joining in for very long. The little girl's doctor parents had been way too clinical and way too informative with the little girl but it gave April an opportunity to learn a lot about the sexuality of little kids.

She learned that kids are a lot more sexual at a younger age and that, girls anyway, can have orgasms at a much younger age than most people realize. April began her involvement with the girl by demonstrating improvements in her diddling technique and moved on from there to teaching her how to love up another girl, namely April. She had shown her how to use her hand on someone else and how someone else's hand would be helpful to her. They moved on to using their mouths and even touching their cunnies together.

By the end of that summer, April said she had pretty much a full-time lover in this little girl and that she had never had such a satisfying sex life and possibly not one as fulfilling since, but it was hard to judge since she still felt like she loved that first little girl. She said she came away from that summer believing that given the right circumstances, children can be just as significant relationships, sexual or otherwise as adults and sometimes even more significant.

It took a couple of days of traveling for this story to play out but by the time we got to the motel the second night of it, I knew I was going to need to come either by my own hand or with April's help. I had a feeling that April would be helpful but we hadn't done anything together that even hinted that we might become lovers in the two years that we knew each other or even the three summers that we had lived under the same roof.

Even at 20, my body was still kind of little-girl like. My tits were not terribly developed and would never be. I had slim hips and I kept my cunny clean shaved because I liked the way it felt that way and I preferred my lovers' mounds to be that way when I put my mouth on them. Since we had been talking about young girls, I thought I might use my assets that were like young girls', to my advantage. Instead of changing into night clothes kind of away from April or in the bathroom, I decided to flaunt my body a bit.

As I began to undress in front of April and had exposed my chest and was about to slip off my panties, she asked me if I was horny from her story about her first young girl. I told her I certainly was and that I was going to have to take care of it unless she had another idea. She did have another idea and she came over to me, still with most of her clothes on and took me into her arms and kissed me, quite passionately. We stood that way necking and tonguing each other's mouths and slobbering on each other's faces for quite a while. My crotch was aching by this time and I was desperate to have something happen when April, instinctively, knelt down in front of me, pulling my panties down to my knees as she did. She placed her mouth firmly on my bare pussy and pushed her long tongue into my slit and began to lick my clit.

My knees started to buckle and I told her that we needed to lie down or I was going to fall down. She indicated what a good idea I had had and she led me over to one of the beds, pulled back the covers and had me lie down. April then did a slow strip tease by the bed while I diddled with myself. When she was naked, she climbed up on me and pushed her sex into mine. We ground them together for several minutes while we kissed and embraced. April then pushed herself down on me again, this time raising my legs and putting them over her shoulders, pulling my slit up to her mouth. She knew exactly where to place her mouth and I was shortly over, not surprising, considering how aroused I was.

Up over me then, April didn't hesitate to squat over my face and push herself into my mouth. Her movements were rough and carnal. At times I was gasping for air. But the thrusting of her cunt that had such great scents and gushing juices all over my face was so incredibly erotic. I came as she did without either one of us touching me!

So after that our loving became a steady thing for the rest of that year. We traveled out west to San Francisco and took in the scene, participating in as much of the life style that we could manage. We both had saved up enough money that we weren’t living in the streets or parks or anything but we didn’t live very luxuriously either. But you really didn’t need to. We found that dope could get us through times of no money better than the reverse.

In the spring of 69 then, we made plans to head back east. I was ready to go back to school. We arrived in Manhattan at the beginning of June and crashed with some friends that April knew there. We hung at the Stonewall Inn with them, and while we weren’t there on the fateful night the whole thing came down, we certainly participated in the street party that came afterward.

After that bit of excitement died down, everyone was headed up to Bethel New York in the middle of August for a three-day rock festival that was to change the world, at least for the few of us who turned up. Boy was it great to get a bath after that.

I returned to school and wandered my way through the last two years of college. I couldn’t figure out what to do afterward so before the fall semester of my senior year, I applied to graduate school at a couple of places and got accepted at one of them, which was just enough. They offered me tuition and some support, enough to live on and a lame job over the summer before school started. I made a brief stop at home, a place I wasn’t so welcomed due to my life style and headed off to town where the University was.

It wasn’t much of a place really. The University had roughly twice as many students as the population of the town. It was also its primary employer, so the school ruled. But in the summer there were a lot fewer students and the townies could come out of the woodwork and reclaim some of their space.

I settled myself in graduate student housing and started my summer job. I was looking forward to fall school startup so that there would be more students around. I hadn’t had a girlfriend my whole senior year. My loving had all been one night stands or my hand and my hand was more memorable. I poked around and learned that there was a gay bar in town. Not a big enough town for both a men’s bar and a woman’s bar. Just one bar that gay people and sympathetic friends went to where they felt comfortable.

I started to frequent it, sitting at the bar trying to nurse a beer all evening, on one or sometimes both weekend evenings and at first there wasn’t much girl action. There were a few women there and they were nice enough, but they weren’t my type. Finally, near the end of June, business seemed to pick up. On one Friday night a group of five thirty-something women came in together. Scoping them out, I figured that there were two couples and one woman on her own. Could have been a threesome there but I didn’t think so given their ages. Seemed like a pretty traditional (for lesbians anyway) bunch.

That first night I saw them, they all stayed in a pack and left together. I made eye contact with the one that wasn’t with a partner and we flirted across the room a tad but it wasn’t enough to make her stay after. The following week they all came back and again I did my best to be noticed. I spoke to a couple of the women when they would come to the bar to get a drink; made sure they knew I was the friendly type. The woman alone didn’t come up to buy drinks or I would have really turned on my charm. Maybe it was the horns from so little loving recently but I found her attractive even though we were likely a decade apart in age.

I was just about to give up and go home empty handed again when they all got up to leave and much to my surprise, the woman alone stayed behind. I was trying not to look too hopeful but my heart was beating a million miles an hour. After she said goodbye to her friends, she grabbed her coat and walked toward my end of the bar.

“This seat taken?” Luckily it wasn’t.

“No, I’ve been chasing people away hoping you’d come and visit after your friends left.”

“Really? Well, that’s sweet of you and I’m flattered you’d want me to.”

I’m not really as suave as that dialogue makes me out to be but I was feeling desperate and guessing what might make a difference with her. It worked, and as soon as it did, I gave up that crap and pretty much became myself. Not so much myself though that I scared her off with my age difference or the significant differences in experiences in living. I was guessing that she had more recently come to being a lesbian but you never can tell.

“I’m Missy,” I offered. “Can I buy you a drink?”

“Donna, sure what ever you’re drinking.”

So we had a couple of beers and Donna invited me home. Turns out she was a single mom. I was right that she was a newbie to girl loving. Jerk men often create great lesbians. She left me with a fresh beer and walked the babysitter home a few houses down the block. Her five-year-old daughter was asleep. I made myself at home, quietly though, while I waited for her return.

When she did, she had a beer herself and then we fell into necking on the couch. There wasn’t any pretense at this point in our relationship about our both wanting a good fuck that evening. We could try to see what we might make of the relationship after the craving between our legs was eased a bit.

The necking led to groping and pawing which led to clothes being removed and before we left the sofa, we had both come at least once, riding each other’s hands. At Donna’s suggestion we called an intermission, gathered up our clothes, and went into the bedroom, passing briefly through the bathroom for a pee and clean teeth.

We settled into bed and I immediately went down on her. I had been away from pussy way too long. She had a handsome bush that I parted with my hands and then parted her slit with my tongue so that I could taste the sweet meat. She had a terrific all-day-in-her-pants kind of odor which transferred to my face as she came on it. If I hadn’t wanted to get off myself, I could have stayed between her legs for hours. Donna’s orgasms were coming in quick succession.

I came up for air and lay on top of her, kissing her on the mouth and caressing her breasts and bum as I humped her pubic bone a bit with my pussy, trying to relieve a bit of my current ache. Our bodies fit pretty well together that way. We were about the same size and weight though her tits were a bit bigger than my kind of nonexistent ones. I think I might have gotten off tribing with her but she was pulling my bottom up to her face. I gather she had a thirst for pussy juice too.

We had a bunch more orgasms and we only gave up because we got pretty tired. I spooned her, pulling her back tightly to me and wrapped my forearm over her breasts and I fell right to sleep feeling loved up like I hadn’t felt in awhile and also feeling like this might be more than a one night stand. I was beginning to like being around her and not just for the sex.

After dawn, I heard a sound and tried to bring myself to a conscious state. Even at that point in my life I was surprised at waking up in a strange bed with someone I had met only the night before. It happens. The sound I had heard was a strong pee stream being pushed out in the bathroom. I had turned over away from Donna but a quick check by feeling behind me, indicated that Donna was still there so the pee-er must be her daughter.

Sure enough, in a heart beat, a cute little girl with terrific curly dark hair and big brown cow eyes came padding barefoot into the bedroom. I usually have a moment of panic when the kid or the other woman or (I’ve even had the husband) turn up while I’m still in bed with my lover from the night before. I always wonder if I just missed the memo and was supposed to be gone by that time.

“That would be Samantha I think Missy. Missy this is Samantha. Why don’t you crawl into bed with us and we’ll see if we can’t all catch a bit more sleep.”

“Hi, Samantha,” I said. “Glad to meet you. You sure to have pretty eyes.”

“Hi, glad to meet you too and thanks,” and she proceeded to strip off her nightgown, leaving her naked, and give it a toss onto a chair. Since I was between her and her mother on the bed, I lifted up the sheet we had over us and let her crawl over me and settle herself between us. I can’t say that I wasn’t a bit aroused with her compact, naked little body negotiating her way over mine to get to her mother, her hands touching me here and there as she did.

Not so much though that I stayed awake. I let myself feel relieved that Donna was OK about Samantha finding me here in bed with her mommy and that no one was uptight about our nudity. I snuggled back under the sheet, curled my legs up into a fetal position and went back to sleep.

I woke up in a little bit to some movement in the bed. I turned over and found myself facing Donna with Samantha’s back to me. Samantha’s head was kind of at Donna’s breast level. Our eyes made contact and she had kind of a wild look in them. Her breathing was rhythmic.

Panting, she managed to say “Sam likes to pet my cunny sometimes, don’t you Sam?”

“Yes, Mommy,” Samantha replied.

“And I like to pet hers too, right Sam?”

“Yes Mommy, I like that too,” Samantha replied.

“Well, what about me?” I asked. I was actually being facetious but I don’t think Donna got it and for sure Samantha didn’t.

“If you would pet Sam’s cunny from behind Missy, I could pet yours. Then we would all be having our cunnies petted together.”

I couldn’t argue with this suggestion and I put my upper, free hand on Sam’s body caressing her chest and then back and bum, ending up by thrusting my hand between her legs from the back and finding what I imagined was the top of her little slit and her love nub. I didn’t want to dig too deep into her at the risk of disturbing something unnecessarily.

Meanwhile, Donna reached over Sam with her free hand and began to finger me. I pushed in closer to Sam so that Donna didn’t have too far to go and in so doing, I was able to neck with Donna as we sandwiched Samantha between us. Having Samantha there pressed against the two if us front and back as I fingered her and she fingered Donna and Donna fingered me was quite the turn on. Donna and I pretty much came together or one of us pushed the other over. From the tension I felt on my hand that was tucked in Samantha’s bottom, I was guessing she came too.

Donna and I rolled on our backs to let Sam out of the sandwich and she climbed up on Donna and straddled her tummy right under her tits and gave her mom a kiss.

“Great way to wake up, you two. Do you always start the day with a little loving.”

“Not always, right Sam, but sometimes we need to comfort one another. It was nice having you here to join us. You agree Sam?”

“Yes Mommy. Missy did good with her hand. It made me feel super.”

“Glad to be of help. I’m glad I was here too.”

Okay, so much for graduate student housing. It wasn’t going to offer these amenities. Within two weeks of that morning, I had moved my stuff into Donna and Samantha’s house and become a part of their family.

That was the fall of 1969. I finished my MA in a couple of years and felt compelled to go ahead and get a PhD. Otherwise I would have had to get a real job someplace. For sure I wasn’t going to move. I was right about Donna and having a relationship beyond just the sex. The sex of course was great, especially when Samantha joined us.

I finally finished my degree in 75 and was offered a teaching job at the university I had been studying at. Donna and I are still together. Married in Massachusetts last year. She is 68, I’m 58.

We raised Samantha almost entirely in the company of women. Lesbian women that is and there never seemed to be much doubt that she would turn out to be one herself. The other couples that Donna was out with the night we met had girl children around Samantha’s age and they were each other’s primary playmates. It wasn’t a surprise to any of us that the young girls explored their own sexuality with each other in their play.

We introduced the concept of relationship bonding and exchanging vows as it became more certain that Donna and I were going to remain a couple. It was super that we were finally able to get married but I think the concept of a marriage of two women was well ingrained in Sam long before that. She and her friends used to ‘marry’ their dollies and help them ‘love up’ one another.

Sam went to college in town and her senior year she met and fell in love with a woman, Liz who she remains with today. She has just turned 42. They have two daughters of their one, each carried one child, who are in their teens. The teens are lesbians too and it’s a whole lot easier on them then it was on any of the rest of us.

Never thought I’d have grandkids, I may even end up with great-grandkids!