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Lesbian Stories
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Lesbian Female / 52
Happy 93 Aunt Helen, You Have Been My Mentor And Heaven
Let me start with my Aunt Helen. She is an artist with a regional following, a graduate of a fine girl's school in New York. At the time her behavior was a family secret, not to mention a problem. She was kept in fashion in New York for many years, she lived with 'that problem' girl. They are now living in the south of France in a 'nice little mansion' and navigate around within their social circle. They are healthy in their early 90s.
When I was 'turned in' by the Mother Superior for my unbecoming behavior, I was found in an embrace with another girl, the family's problem returned, front and center. However the family fortunes weren't such to keep me away at 'school' as had been the case with my aunt Helen.
The Mother Superior who somehow knew of the family problem offered her opinion. There was a 'school' in Switzerland where young women with my problem could be housed and educated. The school's purpose was to reverse this 'problem' through therapy. If a g*ft could be arranged, she could bring her influence to bear. A g*ft was arranged, a substantial g*ft at great cost to the family, and I was shipped off to be cured of this horrid problem.
Whether I was cured is a matter of opinion, but through the offices of the Mother Superior an eligible bachelor was introduced. Not of a family money, but well respected in his profession. Arrangements were made for me to be married upon 'graduation'. I was 17 and healthy, well taught in the matters of home making. He was a mature man of 33. Unaware of my 'problem'.
On my wedding day my aunt Helen was present, along with 'that problem' woman. She held me tight, told me not to worry, be a good wife and one day I would meet that special girl. I remained in Switzerland and became close to my aunt Helen. Like most all girls at that time I was pregnant before sunup. Three little urchins, one a girl we named Helen. We lived well, considering, my family ensured I had a 'nice' home to live in.
That girl, the one my aunt Helen assured me would appear out of nowhere, came to me in the form of an au pair from Strasburg, mother from Algeria, beautiful Arab features. It was love at first site. The dance we danced was more complicated than any minuet ever written. Slide to the right, slide to the left, leave a kiss upon her cheek, fall back together, embraced in love forever.
How wild, how strong, how unexpected was this love with Annette. I was everyday the wife expected, but a woman's place is in the kitchen and with the children, the husband attended to without being a problem. Our refuge was in the woman's world, my husband never visited. My aunt Helen smiled. See, I told you. She did.
When I was 'turned in' by the Mother Superior for my unbecoming behavior, I was found in an embrace with another girl, the family's problem returned, front and center. However the family fortunes weren't such to keep me away at 'school' as had been the case with my aunt Helen.
The Mother Superior who somehow knew of the family problem offered her opinion. There was a 'school' in Switzerland where young women with my problem could be housed and educated. The school's purpose was to reverse this 'problem' through therapy. If a g*ft could be arranged, she could bring her influence to bear. A g*ft was arranged, a substantial g*ft at great cost to the family, and I was shipped off to be cured of this horrid problem.
Whether I was cured is a matter of opinion, but through the offices of the Mother Superior an eligible bachelor was introduced. Not of a family money, but well respected in his profession. Arrangements were made for me to be married upon 'graduation'. I was 17 and healthy, well taught in the matters of home making. He was a mature man of 33. Unaware of my 'problem'.
On my wedding day my aunt Helen was present, along with 'that problem' woman. She held me tight, told me not to worry, be a good wife and one day I would meet that special girl. I remained in Switzerland and became close to my aunt Helen. Like most all girls at that time I was pregnant before sunup. Three little urchins, one a girl we named Helen. We lived well, considering, my family ensured I had a 'nice' home to live in.
That girl, the one my aunt Helen assured me would appear out of nowhere, came to me in the form of an au pair from Strasburg, mother from Algeria, beautiful Arab features. It was love at first site. The dance we danced was more complicated than any minuet ever written. Slide to the right, slide to the left, leave a kiss upon her cheek, fall back together, embraced in love forever.
How wild, how strong, how unexpected was this love with Annette. I was everyday the wife expected, but a woman's place is in the kitchen and with the children, the husband attended to without being a problem. Our refuge was in the woman's world, my husband never visited. My aunt Helen smiled. See, I told you. She did.
