Ellen’s Saturday
Saturday morning came up and I began to clean and prepare the apt. for Ellen’s visit and dinner. I planned the food, even changed bed linen just in case Ellen and I decided to sleep together tonight . . . . I prepared my clothing. I had one of those dresses that had a size smaller than my real size. It had a combination of cotton and spandex that made it cling to my body. I was dressing up for a passionate conquest. Yes, I was in love and did not care that it was with a woman. I wanted her and I was going to have her. Now the question was if she wanted me. I was going to give this woman no alternative. I would be in a silver platter for her enjoyment. My dress was an easy removal. I would not wear any undergarments. A quick pull up and I was totally naked in front of Ellen. I was ready when at about 4:30 in the PM my doorbell rang. We had really not said any specific hour but this was fine. I opened the door and saw the most beautiful thing there at my doorstep. Ellen had also prepared for conquest. She was wearing one of those spandex athletic shorts and one of those spandex athletic brassieres. She had like a halter top to cover the bra but I could see that it was a loose halter. Her body was accentuated by this type of clothing and she looked awesome. She was a sight to see!! She came inside and we both went for each other. The passion between us had no doubts. We kissed, she pressed me against the wall and I felt her nipples through all that clothing. Hers and mine. That is how hard her nipples were and how muscular Ellen really was. I thought that Ellen also does nipple aerobics. I laughed a little and Ellen asked - what?? Told her my private joke and she laughed . . . a lot. I told her to go to the living room (LR) that I would bring her a goblet of wine and some cheese to munch a bit. She did not release me. She held my hands and made me walk to the kitchen with her. When we got to the kitchen Ellen again kissed me hard. I returned the kiss with the same passion. Our tongues were doing a dance inside our mouths and I was pretty much convinced what I said earlier. Ellen is mine. I am real glad I decided to change the linen on my bed. We were going to have very passionate sex ALL night. We took the wine and cheese and we made it to the LR. Ellen opened her mouth to speak and I said, no, let me start. Ellen, you should have no doubts that I have fallen in love with you. Hard. You should not question my motives for tonight. I really wanted to speak with you and explore this relationship with some logical rational. When I opened the door and saw you I knew that there was no logical rationalization for my love for you. This love I have for you is real and is a feeling that does not require rationalizations. Today I love you immensely. I ask that you try to work this love with me. If you don’t I would suffer . . . a lot. But, no it is not your fault that I have fallen in love with you. Ellen put a finger on my lips and said, Annie, I am also in love with you. Yes I want to be with you. I want to move here with you and make love to you every night of our lives. Ellen continued. I am coming out also of a previous love that after 4 years was not working any more. So, although we may feel in a rebound and hence a weak love, I am convinced that this relationship is good for both of us. I said to Ellen, - regarding moving in I feel that that part we must take a bit slower. I need to see how the girls would react to mami having a new lover and how they would react that the lover was you. I know they like you as a friend of mami. I also need to sound my parents off. It is a lesbian relationship and society does not look well yet at these relationships. I personally could care less what society thinks about us. But other members of my family need to know what I want. Right now we can count with the Wednesdays that Mike takes the girls and the week ends he has them. Once we do some ground work, then I would love for you to move in with me. I love you and want to make love to you every night of the rest of our lives. So, unless you want to say something more about lesbianism that you feel is something that is needed to be said, I would love to put that subject in a drawer. I love you and I do not care what society may or may not say about lesbian love. Ellen said that she understood and that she would work with me to acquaint all her family to us. She also said that the days that I would sleep without her would be painful because she also fell hard for me. However, before putting the “L” word in a drawer she wanted to clarify something for me. Lesbianism is a term of the past. Lesbianism is one of those labels that past societies put on the love of same sex, in this case you and me. Lesbianism was a connotation of “wrong”. It was also considered perversion only because the mentality of society was too “religionized”. When in fact, if love is pure what does it has to do with whether is between two same sex individuals. As long as the individuals are OK with it and it is performed like any other sex, behind closed doors, who really gives a hoot. How can you call evil the love I feel for you and the love you feel for me. In the old societies Lesbianism was forbidden by religious misunderstandings. When I was born, my parents did not say, - Oh, what a beautiful Ellen. Let us educate her as a lesbian. I did not go to classes to learn lesbianism. I was not abused by anybody as a child or when growing up. There was nothing strange in my life that put me into lesbianism. As a matter of fact I was in love with a boy and lost my virginity with him on our senior year. We graduated and he went to a University far from our homes. Out of not being close and not having a lot of contact we both fell out of our love. I did not get involved with a woman because men were bad. No, one day in a party and drunk I made love to a girl. The next morning among the haziness of the situation I began exploring my involvement with this girl. It was her first also. We both lived for a while together and we both realized that we loved women. We did not stay together for a long time but we both realized that we had found something about us that was there although not recognized. I began visiting lesbian’s bars And fell in love with one of the girls. A sweet and beautiful girl. Her mother became very ill and she had to move to help her father. Her mother died of cancer and she was devastated. She came back to me but she was in no position of continuing with our love. I tried to keep her but it was very difficult for me and her. We parted very amicable. We still write each other. She is married and with kids. All we do is send Christmas and birthday cards. I fell in love again. This was Toni and this was the last. We broke up and that is that. Now I love you and I want to work real hard for your love.