Serviceman loves a French girl disdained by her countryman.
Kathy asked if there had been a man in her life. I hadn't heard this before and Julie went into a story about a man who she had been close to and how he was sleeping with several girls and was really a jerk and didn't really love her then how he had hit her and hurt her.. Julie broke down a couple of times as she remembered the incidence. Kathy soothed Julie by placing her hand on Julie's hand and saying that men could be such jerks. Julie excused herself, cleared the table, loaded the dishwasher and said she needed to get to campus.
After she left, Kathy said 'what a nice young lady. I hope she and her partner will be happy together."
We talked longer, and I kept biting my tongue as I wanted to bridge the gap towards a relationship between us. I held her hand as I talked about the pain in my life from my husband's death and how I missed him. She also talked about her husband and how they had become just two people and not all that intimate. I finally couldn't hold it.
I agreed how couples can drift apart and the marriage becomes two people living two lives, living together. I talked of the despair and loneliness. Then I eased into talking how Julie had helped me find love and value in life again. Kathy sat up attentively. Leaning on her elbows on the table and taking in every word.
When I stopped Kathy asked "You and your roomer had a relationship?"
My answer was of course "Yes." plus "And a very satisfying one. I was hurting and Julie came to me so gently and positively."
Kathy was quiet and I was quiet too for maybe three minutes - looking at each other. Kathy finally spoke very quietly "Karen, could you hug me too?"
I moved my chair next to her chair and hugged her and then kissed her fully on the lips. This time it wasn't just a quick peck, but a lingering, meaningful kiss. Kathy reached her hand behind my head and pulled me closer to her. My right hand found her torso and I could feel her relax in my touch. Our kiss continued as I put my tongue into her mouth. I thought that might turn her off, but found a tongue to meet mine. Her hand strayed to my knee and then up my thigh and then to the outside of my hips. I decided to be bold, so I put my right hand on her breast through her blouse and bra. That opened everything.
Kathy whispered to me "Karen, would you believe that I wanted you in Panera at that first lunch. Your hugs and kisses stirred something deep inside of me." We kissed deeply again. Then Kathy added "Can we go to your bedroom?"
My heart bounced out of my chest. I quickly whispered back "yes, yes, yes. Let's go to my bedroom. I want you Kathy, I want to make love to you and you to me."
Kathy answered "But, I don't know how to make love to a woman; and it has been over ten years since I was anyone and that was my late husband."
I assured her "I was like you until Julie came along. Come, let's go to my bedroom."
So here I was in a different and maybe more comfortable relationship. An old friend, widowed and lonely just like I was. Yes, she had saggy breasts; yes, she had extra weight (but so do I on both of those counts). I was feeling very cozy with an old friend and going into my bedroom for a loving romp.
At the door, I removed her shoes, blouse and skirt and she did the same for me. It would have been a great picture - two ladies one 69 and one 71 standing next to each other with nothing by bras and panties on.
I decided I needed to lead her on this first experience. I worked my hands and lips up her legs from her toes to her calves to her knees and to her thighs. I could sense she was wet and ready, but I wanted her to have a great experience.
I went to her belly and kissed around her belly, and then moved up a little.