A real-life lesbian affair that happened in the 90s, where two girls, a very unlikely pair, brought together to share a very special relationship.
I was only 17 when everything started. A tall, lanky girl whose passions for gaming consumed that crucial part of the growing up years. I had never been with any guy; they, to me, are just a bunch of creatures who I can comfortably hang out with, nothing more.
Even when I was younger I always find girls mighty attractive. I knew it was wrong and became fearful of the idea of me being alone with one. And so I tried to suppress that attraction and the fondness that come along with it. It was a successful secret which I have kept since. But it has its price; I get sick sometimes from the guilt of my attraction to the same sex. As years go by I learned to master the art of pretense. I was a shy, quiet, th e average kid who got along well with almost everyone I meet.
Then I met Gertrude.
She was slender, dark-haired and sophisticated. I remember her in school, that lovely thing who walked the halls with so much grace and ease. I clearly remember running to her and she smiled, showing off those pearly whites. Gertrude was medium-built, almost athletic. Hair tied up, with a Trapper Keeper safely tucked on her left arm to the waist.
She was a music teacher and 24 at the time. So yes she smiled and the brief chitchat turned into an invitation from her.
“Let’s have some coffee after class. There is this new album from Pearl.Jam that I think is just amazing… at least that one track that I heard.”
“Sounds good. I just bought a remastered Joy Division the other day ago. Your thoughts about ‘Unknown Pleasures’ will be welcomed, then!”
And so it was agreed that we will hang out after school.
She and I had gotten close. Little did I suspect that we share the same preferences especially girls. Until that one night I was at her apartment she did ask me if I was seeing anyone. I said no.
“I like you, Sarah. And it’s much more than that. I’ll not be fucking humble and ask you to forgive me because I truly feel this way towards you. I love you. And I am very happy to be with you as we are right this fucking minute.”
It didn’t take her long to understand my feelings after that. I pulled her close to me, hugging her. The malicious kind of hug and I didn’t care. Nor did she. We kissed, and there begun an affair that helped me understand love. With Gertrude, even more so.
We lay naked on the couch, I was looking into her gray eyes, speckled with bits of green around the irises. She looked happy and content. And I looked silly, she said. We have gotten together by the end of the schoolyear. I moved to her apartment and scouted for jobs which I was lucky of getting accepted at a pizza store.
It was a happy relationship. We got to spend days and nights with little to no stresses; I continued college, and she is now pursuing a lucrative career as a real estate broker. Life has been good to us.