I'll start off right away and tell you this is a true story, the telling of which spans nearly 35 years. A brief "how we met" is included which spans some pre-18 year old years but nothing happened during those times so I feel safe including them. A few details have been altered just enough to camouflage a few aspects in order to protect people if they were to run across the story. But the core experiences and happenings are true, believe them if you will, or don't... matters not to me. But the story bares telling.
I grew up an Air Force brat. Because of my father's career we moved frequently which for us meant about every 2 years. Finally in 1972, he retired and we settled into an area of the High Desert of Southern California not far from his final posting at EDWARDS AFB.
My parents were born again Christians and insisted that my sister and I attend church on a regular basis. For me that meant services every Sunday and the Youth Program on Saturdays. My sister was too young for the youth group and only went to church services.
When it came to being interested in relations with women, I was a late bloomer. I was just as likely to hang out with the girls as I was the guys. Looking back on it now there were ample opportunities to sow my youthful wild oats at the youth group and my life in general was rife with young attractive girls but, alas, I was shy and immature. Mind you I was completely oblivious to dating and the now common loss of virginity at a young age. To be blunt, I was a virgin until I was 22. I kick myself over and over again when I look back on what could have been. *sigh*
It was at the youth group meetings that I first came into contact with Sandra. She was a year younger than I was and at 13 she was tall for her age. She stood about the same height as me at 5 ft 8 in, long blonde hair, pretty blue eyes, very pretty face, but a bit gangly as a tall skinny young girl would be.
Eventually we found ourselves at the same High School. We shared a few classes and began to hang around each other more and more. We became pretty close friends. Sandra was very athletic and was on practically every girls athletic team the school had. I'd go and watch her events and we'd hang around afterwards. It was lots of fun and we became pretty close friends. There were hugs and the peck on the cheek but nothing more than those innocent affections.
Finally, I graduated and joined one of the services. My posting was close enough to home that I could drive home on weekends.
One Friday night I was at a party at another girl friend of mine, Becky. Becky and I would have our own sexual experience a few years after High School, but that is an entirely different fantastic story. In retrospect, I should have proposed to Becky. It's been nearly 40 years, we're still friends and she is still stunning to me. I'm sure we all have that one special girl or woman we have regrets about.
Ok, I digress.
I was 19 and Sandra was 18 and in her senior year. We were having a really nice time at the party. It was mid January and I was on leave between my training and final duty station. My experience level with women was still zero. Additionally, I'm not a party person so I was sitting on a couch people watching and nursing a soda. To my right Sandra plopped down onto the couch on her knees on my right and we started to talk. I don't even recall the topic but over the next few minutes she leaned closer and closer until she was laying across me with her arm on the end of the couch, then she suddenly pulled my lips to her and we kissed. It wasn't one of those pecks on the cheek mind you. She latched onto my mouth like one of those critters from the Alien movies.
She drove her tongue into my mouth and grabbed me around the neck. To sum up my experience in kissing, it could be measured in how many of my aunts and grand mothers had felt the need to kiss me. Nuff said there, ewww. I know now that Sandra had an unusually long tongue, as compared to all the other women I've kissed over the years. At one point she was licking the inside of my mouth. I guess part of that freaked me out.
I still kick myself... my innocence/ignorance/shock at her aggressiveness raised it's ugly head and instead of enjoying or taking youthful advantage of the situation, I waited for her to come up for air and then basically ran away. I quickly excused myself by saying I had to find someone and made a quick escape from the party. Fucking stupid as hell, I know.
Later I told a few of guy friends about it. They were disbelieving because they'd not seen Sandra show the slightest interest in any guys, ever. Another foretelling...
I saw her a few more times but, out of embarrassment over how I treated her that night I purposely avoided her. Sandra graduated that June and headed off to university. At about the same time I was leaving for an overseas posting. I really felt bad about how I'd treated her feelings and sent her a letter apologizing. There wasn't a reply, ever. Sandra and I lost contact after that.
Over the next 35 some odd years I heard little bits of information every so often. Sandra was a lesbian, was teaching gym at our old High School, and had a long term female partner. I really didn't know if any of it was true but then Facebook arrived on the scene.
The magic of Facebook placed me in contact with many old high school friends. One day I found Sandra and it turned out that the stories were mostly true. There was a lingering thought that maybe my rejection had influenced her but I was happy to find her and made it a point to say hello.
My ultimate intent was to apologize to her. After all those years I still felt badly. Well one day we chatted over Facebook Messenger and we finished with, "let's get together sometime and yack."
Sandra and I eventually arranged to meet and have lunch. My wife of 33 years is decidedly jealous of any female from my past, even though she knows nothing ever happened with them. When we met I was a virgin. She wasn't. A fact I like to gently poke her with. So, lunch with Sandra had to be on the sly.
Coincidence would have it that we'd both be at the same place about 30 miles from home at the same time. We arranged to meet at a little hole in the wall eatery. I arrived first and let them know I was waiting for 1 more to arrive. Mind you, I hadn't seen Sandra in very nearly 35 years. But there she was.
She was wearing an untucked in maroon polo shirt, blue jeans, and sandals. A medium sized hand bag over her right shoulder. Her hair was not the long dirty blonde I remembered but now was shoulder length and mostly gray with shots of blonde in there, strong shoulders, small breasts for her size, a straight figure with no obvious waist, only slightly wider hips, and those long legs.
She opened the door and her face exploded in a huge smile. She exclaimed my name and I couldn't help myself. I grabbed her and wrapped my arms around her. It was like no time had passed at all. Yes, age had changed us both. We are both mostly gray now and have each added a few pounds. But none of that mattered or was even noted. I saw the old Sandra.
The place almost deserted and we found a quiet corner, sat down and had a truly wonderful lunch. The past was caught up on. Her parents had passed a few years earlier as had mine. We were both married, I had kids, she didn't. I didn't straight up ask her the more personal questions but our conversation confirmed the stories I'd heard. She really was in a lesbian relationship and had married her partner sometime ago. She was still very into athletics but on a different more professional level now.
She must have felt or suspected our interlude years ago weighed on me and she broke the ice and explained how she arrived where she was. Unfortunately her first intercourse was at university where, as is so common, she got fucked and then forgotten. There was simply no thought given to her. Purely through youthful experimentation she got together with her female roommate. Instead of emotionless sex, she experienced something deeper and more loving from women than from men. The reason she'd never replied to my letter was that it arrived during this transitional period, she'd felt bad about never responding.
We found ourselves smiling at each other over it. Time flew by and before either of us realized it, 2 hours had gone by without either of us every stopping to notice. By the end of our lunch we had just naturally begun to touch each other and grab a hand across the table when something particularly funny was said.
One thing that was now glaringly obvious to me that I had been completely oblivious to years ago was that little spark between people. The thing we call "chemistry" or blame it on pheromones when people connect on a subconscious level. There's an unexplainable attraction. Sandra and I fitted like hand and glove. There was a comfortableness, a familiarity which was natural and completely innocent.
I paid the bill and we walked out the door. Sandra was in front of me and that was the first time I consciously looked her up and down. She might have been 54 now but she still had that tight ass and legs that went all the way down and back up. I had to smile to myself just at the moment she looked and caught me checking her out.
I smiled and shrugged and said, "sorry, I AM a guy. Sorta in the genes."
She smiled back and looked down at my crotch, "ya, in the jeans... I suppose it is" she said and winked.
I shook my head chuckled and thought, "playing on the jeans/genes comment."
We got to her car and I opened the door and I jokingly said, "wellllll if you ever want to pick up where we left off on the couch, just let me know."
She stopped in the open door, one foot already in the car and paused to look at me. I smiled and her again and she said, "you must know that can't happen."
