Chapter 2

“I’ll be fine. Really.”

Linda saw the puppy dog look in Becky’s eyes. The college student was saying one thing, but her eyes were saying something else.

“Are you sure?” Linda asked.

“Yeah. I’m okay. I just hope there isn’t a power outage or else I’ll be bored to death.”

The college student continued with the innocent & helpless look in her eyes, and Linda couldn’t help herself. There was a clear signal being sent and it couldn’t be ignored.

“You can stay with me if you want,” Linda offered. “I don’t mind.”

Becky’s eyes widened. “Really?”

“I wouldn’t feel right leaving you alone. Just don’t tell anyone that I let you sleep in my home, okay?”

Becky offered a handshake. “It’ll be our secret. I won’t tell anyone.”

“Deal,” Linda replied, shaking hands. “Now let’s go to your apartment to get your things.”

The two women finished the rest of their coffee and left.

Later that afternoon. The two women went to Becky’s small apartment, and Becky quickly packed her things. The apartment was a typical living space of a college student; it was messy, with things scattered everywhere.

After everything was ready, they went to Linda’s home, and they carried the things inside of the house.

“Nice place,” Becky noted in the living room, dragging her heavy luggage. “This is beautiful.”

“Thank you,” Linda replied, carrying an overly heavy handbag. “I’m glad you like it. I try to keep things neat.”

They struggled their way up the stairs and their arms and legs started to have a burning feeling. Linda couldn’t fathom why a college student would need so much clothes and accessories. It was a major relief once they reached the guest bedroom and they dropped the things onto the floor.

“This room is almost bigger than my apartment,” Becky joked after taking a deep breath.

“You’re a college student, you’re supposed to have a small place. It’s almost like a right of passage.”

It was already 4 pm, and as usual, Linda preferred sticking to a clearly defined schedule. She thought for a moment and arranged the rest of the evening.

“We should rest for a while,” Linda said. “It’s been such a long day. I’ll get you a towel so you can shower. Dinner will be ready around 7. I’ll make something good.”

“Sounds good. You’re the best. I mean it.”

“Don’t mention it. I like having you around.”

Becky smiled, “I like being around you too. I know how to return a favor. Trust me.”

Part 2 of 3: Confessions of a Curious Girl

Late that night. Linda brushed her teeth and washed her face. She was ready for bed after spending some time grading papers. She put cream on her face and lotion on her body. At the same time, she reflected on her day with Becky. She thought the girl was sweet and charming.

It was a surprise to Linda how well she bonded with Becky during dinner. They laughed and shared stories. They told each other about their lives, their dreams, and their secrets. There was never a moment of awkwardness between them. It was like they had always been close friends.

Linda went to bed, crawling under her large blanket, and then turning off the nearby lamp light. She rested her head on the pillow, but she noticed under her closed door that there was still light down the hallway. Becky was still awake. Linda wondered why Becky would still be awake after such a long day, but then again, college girls have more energy than middle aged women.

She tried to sleep, closing her eyes, resting her head. Tomorrow would be another conversation filled day with Becky, her former student, and new friend.

As her subconscious began to fade, the bedroom door gently opened. Linda opened her eyes and saw the silhouette of a young woman’s body. It was the silhouette of Becky’s body. It was slowly approaching her, and the image of the college student became clearer with every step.

“What are you doing?” Linda asked.

She turned on the lamp light and saw the college student wearing a nightgown. Becky’s brown hair was down and her face was makeup free.

Becky sat down on the bed. “I’m returning the favor.”

The college student slid her hand underneath the blanket and searched for Linda’s legs, which she found. The student caressed the legs and slid her hand between the thighs. Linda froze for a moment before regaining her senses.

“Not like this,” Linda said, reaching down to stop the girl’s hand. “Please, stop. I can’t let you do this.”

“But… I thought…”

Linda saw the look of burning humiliation on Becky’s face. The college girl looked mortified beyond belief because of the miscalculation.

“You have the wrong idea,” Linda said, trying not to make the situation any worse.

“I… I’m sorry,” Becky stammered.

Linda sat up and tried to comfort the student by rubbing her shoulders.

“Don’t be sorry. There’s nothing to be ashamed of. There’s no reason to…”

“I should go,” Becky said, cutting her off. “I made a horrible mistake. I’m so sorry.”

The student quickly got up and left, closing the door softly.

Linda was stunned by what just happened. She sat on her bed trying to collect her thoughts. It felt like a bad dream, only it was real.

Thoughts swirled through her head: Did she think I was a lesbian? Did she think I was expecting sexual favors? Are we still going to be friends after tonight? Will she ever want to talk to me again?

Linda didn’t have the answer to any of those questions. It was late at night and she was too tired to figure anything out. After a few more minutes of thinking, she turned off the lamp light and tried to sleep. She laid her head on the pillow. This time, the light down the hallway was off. Becky was asleep. Or maybe they were both laying awake, shocked by what just happened, Linda thought.

Early the next morning. The moment Linda woke up, she remembered the late night encounter with Becky. It was an awkward way to start the day. She used the bathroom and washed herself. She changed her clothes to something presentable, then she left her bedroom.

Becky’s door was open. Deep down, Linda worried if Becky had left in the middle of the night. Those fears were soon gone when she walked by the bedroom and saw Becky’s luggage still there. She headed down the stairs, unsure of how to approach Becky. She saw Becky sitting down by the kitchen counter drinking a cup of hot coffee.

“Morning,” Becky said, almost in a shy tone. “I made us some coffee.”

“Thank you. That’s very nice.”

Linda poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down next to Becky.

“I’m really sorry about last night,” Becky stated. “I guess I misunderstood. I have a tendency to do that sometimes.”

“Please, don’t be sorry. I hardly remember it,” Linda lied.

“Thanks for everything, but I better go. Once this weather clears up, I think it would be best if you drove me back to my apartment.”

Linda glanced at the window. “It’s going to be snowing all day. The roads won’t be clear until tomorrow. I’ll make us some breakfast. We’ll forget about this whole thing.”

“I’m sure you’re wondering why I did it.”

“It’s in the past Becky. We shouldn’t talk about it anymore.”

“I just want you to know that it wasn’t planned,” Becky stated with honesty. “It wasn’t some elaborate scheme to get you in bed. I just… wanted some company. I wanted to hold someone at night. And I wanted to make you feel good for everything you’ve done for me.”

“That’s very sweet of you to say.”

“I meant every word.”

Linda thought for a moment. “Have you ever done anything like that before? I mean, are you a lesbian? It’s okay if you are.”

“I don’t think of myself as a lesbian. I’ve had boyfriends. But I also have experiences with older women from my last job.”

Linda was slightly taken aback that a beautiful young college student would have sexual experiences with middle aged women.

“You’ve been with women my age?” Linda asked, trying not to sound nosy.

Becky nodded. “A few.”

“Oh, well, we all have our preferences. I’m not a judgmental person.”

“You don’t seem like a judgmental person.”

Linda saw something in Becky’s eyes. There was history. Linda recognized that Becky had secrets which she had never told anyone. Secrets which were begging to be heard.

“I’m here for you,” Linda said in a reassuring motherly voice. “If there’s anything you want to tell me, I’ll listen. I care about you. I really do.”

Becky took a deep breath. “The reason I came to your room last night was because I wanted to make you feel good. I’ve been told I’m very good at it. I know how to please older women.”

“Do you enjoy it?” Linda asked and immediately regretting it.

“I do. A lot. You’re the first person I’ve ever told. None of my best friends know about this.”

“Everyone has secrets. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. You are who you are.”

“I’ve been told that I have pretty lips,” Becky randomly stated. “When I first moved here for college, I used to work part time at a lingerie shop. My former boss was around your age, and she used to complement my lips and face. She asked if she could touch them and kiss them. She even paid me extra for my services, you know, with my lips.”

“You can file a lawsuit for things like that.”

Becky smiled slightly and shook her head. “I enjoyed it. Every moment. She was the first woman I had ever been with. She was divorced and lonely. She also paid me a lot of money, so why not?”

“Is that why you did it? For the money?”

“The money was only part of it. It definitely helped with my rent and school tuition. But I would have done it for free.”

“And the other women you’ve been with?” Linda asked. “Were they also from your old job?”

Becky nodded. “My ex boss cared about me a lot. Financially too. She knew I was struggling. So she offered my services to some of her rich friends in exchange for money. I used to make them orgasm with my mouth. I’ve gotten a lot of compliments for my abilities.”

The news was a lot for Linda to handle. As a lifelong feminist, she had always been strongly against women using their bodies in exchange for money. The confession made Linda feel uneasy, but at the same time, she tried not to be judgmental about Becky’s life experiences.

“Female sexuality is a very complex thing,” Linda stated. “Believe me, I’ve been mentoring women your age for years. Every woman struggles with their sexuality at some point.”

“What about you? Have you ever experimented with another woman before?”

Linda shook her head. “No. I haven’t.”

“Why not? Were you ever curious?”

“I grew up in a much different time. Things were different when I was in college.”

“But were you curious?” Becky asked persistently.

“I’d rather not get into that.”

“Most women are curious at some point.”

“Is that part of the reason why you had a fling with your ex boss? Curiosity?”

Becky nodded. “I had always wondered what another woman would feel like. It was my biggest fantasy. I still remember the first time we kissed, and the first time her vagina was in front of me. God, I was so nervous my hands were shaking.”

“What ended it? It sounds like you had a good thing going.”

“She met a guy,” Becky replied. “I heard they got married. I’m happy for her. A part of me wished that I could always be hers. But I was just something on the side, and I eventually accepted that. I could have continued working there, but it would have been too awkward, so I left.”