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MAGGIE (A Lesbian Tale)
This tale takes place in the 1950s in the Midwest)
In the middle of Wisconsin, most of the farms are run by families. Maggie used to live on a dairy farm with her husband. When he died in a trucking accident, she sold the farm and went to live in the city. Maggie was still young, in her early 50s, and worked in a dress shop as a saleswoman and she also did the accounting. When she was on the farm, a woman used to visit a few times a year selling sewing material, kitchen knives, shoes, anything people needed and didn’t have time to go to town to buy. Her name was Mary Jane. Mary Jane visited Maggie for years especially when her husband was out at the a****l auctions or buying farming equipment in the city. Both women were of the same age and got along very well, although nobody really knew how close they had become. One day Mary Jane left the area and was never seen again. Somebody had suggested she had had a love affair which turned sour.
Maggie’s husband died a few years later and she moved to the city. She never saw Mary Jane again. Maggie lived in a boarding house run by an old friend of hers, Cynthia. She had a nice room and shared the evening meal with the three other female boarders.
One late afternoon, Maggie had finished work and was walking towards her rooming house when she heard her name called. She had just crossed the train tracks and was walking near the station. The daily train had come through an hour ago and Maggie didn’t expect someone to be still there. She turned towards the station and saw a well-dressed woman sitting on a bench outside. She walked towards the woman who stood up. She was wearing a grey business suit and a beautiful small straw hat.
“Mary Jane ?”, whispered Maggie, unsure of herself
“Hi Maggie”, answered the woman
The two women ran towards each other on the platform and embraced.
“Where have you been ?” cried Maggie, “It’s been 5 years at least”.
“It’s a long story. I heard your husband had died. I’m sorry”, said Mary Jane biting her lower lip.
“Thank you but you know….I wanted to find you…and I didn’t know where….”, muttered Maggie
“I’m just here until tomorrow when the train comes through again, I’ll explain. Can you stay with me at the hotel ?”, said Mary Jane quickly
“Yes…I’ll call Cynthia at my rooming house and warn her …warn her…”, continued Maggie, her eyes wide open.
“Tell her you met a relative and will be staying with her all night at the hotel”, said Mary Jane looking at Maggie in the eye.
“Ok…”, whispered Maggie
Mary Jane had a suitcase which looked heavy, but the hotel was only a few hundred yards away. Maggie phoned Cynthia while Mary Jane checked in. The suitcase was put in her room and the two women had dinner at the hotel restaurant which was quite deserted.
Mary Jane did most of the talking. She told Maggie that after she left, she had gone to San Francisco where she had a female cousin who owned a restaurant. She worked there for a year and saved some money since she shared a room with her cousin.
Maggie looked at her and blushed.
“I know…I know…she is my cousin…but I didn’t have a choice and she was good to me”, snapped Mary Jane
Mary Jane left the restaurant and bought a small restaurant of her own in a gentrified neighbourhood. She was doing well. Since then she bought three more. She was also in her early 50s. She had just spent some time in Chicago , looking at the situation there. She was thinking of putting together a chain of restaurants in different large cities. She was coming back to San Francisco from Chicago when she decided to have a stopover in the area she used to service way back when.
“I was hoping you were still here”, said Maggie lowering her head
“I am. Been here since I was a k**. I don’t know if I’ll ever get away from here”, smiled Maggie
The conversation was interrupted by the waiter who brought them the check. Mary Jane quickly picked it up and paid it.
“I guess now everybody will know you are in town”, said Maggie
“I don’t really care…but I doubt anyone will remember me. It’s been too long.”, answered Mary Jane smiling.
“I remember’, gushed Maggie
Mary Jane took her arm and both ladies walked up to the hotel room.
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Maggie was wearing her work clothes: a white blouse and a summer skirt below the knees. She looked like an ordinary lady from a small town in the middle of nowhere. Mary Jane was travelling with her grey woolen business suit she had bought in France a few years ago. It was warm for Wisconsin, but it fit her like a glove. Although about the same age, the two women looked quite different. Maggie was tall and rather slim with wavy brown hair. Her figure was nothing to write home about but on the other hand, she didn’t dress to show it off. Mary Jane was a bit shorter and her round hips and ass was typical of a blonde her age. Her face was oval, and she had her hairdresser give her a frizzy hair style she wasn’t used to.
Mary Jane took her hat off and her blazer which she put on the back of a chair. Maggie sat on the bed to take off her laced shoes. Mary Jane undid her blouse, lifted it out of her skirt and unsnapped her bra in seconds as if she was very used to doing this. All the time she was undressing, she looked at Maggie. Maggie was wide-eyed in front of that well-dressed woman she used to know so well and who looked so different now. Mary Jane kicked off her heels and unzipped her skirt which she put with her blazer.
“Come on, baby,” whispered Mary Jane, “we don’t have all night”,
“Sorry. I am not used to undressing in front of someone”, admitted Maggie
“You weren’t so shy last time we did this”, smiled Mary Jane
“Last time you tore my clothes off and I spent a week resewing the buttons back on”, said Maggie with a laugh that turned into tears.
Mary Jane, in her panties and nylons, ran towards her friend and rested Maggie’s head on her bare shoulder. The two women kissed. Mary Jane finished undressing Maggie but gently this time. Finally, the two women were naked and sitting on the bed. Both had a nice body for women of 50. Mary Jane took off the bed cover. Maggie pushed herself to the head of the bed and put her head on the pillow. She covered her breasts with her hands. She looked away from Mary Jane. She was breathing hard, but out of fear more than excitement.
Unlike her friend, Mary Jane was excited and lusting for her former lover. Her breasts were hard and she could feel her cunt getting moist. The blonde lesbian opened Maggie legs with her hands. Maggie resisted at first, then gave in. Mary Jane settled her head on Maggie’s bushy cunt and began to lick her slowly. After a few minutes, Maggie put her hands behind her lover’s head and began to move her hips in rhythm. Mary Jane’s head was spinning with the smell of her lover’s cunt. Juices were beginning to flow out of Maggie’s hole and Mary Jane was lapping them up. Then she attacked her lover’s clit. It was erect. She couldn’t see but Maggie eyes were bulging and her small tits were conical and hard. Her mouth was open and she was staring the ceiling as if something was going to fall from it.
Mary Jane kept on sucking her clit long after Maggie squirted her juices in her face. Mary Jane rolled off Maggie and lay down next to her, rubbing her hard tits and her tummy. Mary Jane opened her legs and began to rub her cunt slowly with one hand. She turned her head on the pillow towards Maggie.
“I don’t know if …if I can…”, stuttered Maggie
“Slide down a bit and I’ll help you”, whispered Mary Jane
Maggie slid down to the middle of the bed, still on her back. Her breathing was slowing down after her orgasm. Mary Jane straddled her lover’s chest, pushed Maggie arms along her slim body, and moved her own blonde cunt slowly over Maggie’s mouth, supporting herself with her knees on either side of Maggie’s hips and her hands on either side of her lover’s head. Even without any stroking from her lover, Mary Jane was going crazy with lust. She moved her cunt against Maggie’s mouth and nose. Maggie finally began to lick Mary Jane’s cunt lips. As an experienced lesbian, Mary Jane moved her clit so it rubbed against Maggie’s nose. Maggie understood the manoeuvre and did her best to be in sink with Mary Jane. The lesbian opened her cunt with her hands and Maggie extended her tongue so it penetrated her lover’s love canal. Mary Jane was shivering with lust and close to an orgasm. Maggie wanted so much to help her. When she moved her nose several times against the lesbian’s clit, Mary Jane squirted and moved her hips as she fucked her lover’s face.
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As the sun came up , the two women were still lying naked next to each other but with a bed sheet over them. Neither had spoken since the sex.
“I guess I wasn’t very good”, uttered Maggie
“Oh please, Maggie. This was only the second time in about 10 years. Can’t be an expert…”, blurted Mary Jane rather harshly
“I don’t know if I could ever get used to it. But strangely enough, I do like what you do to me,” said Maggie, saying every word slowly.
“I think you would pick it up very quickly, if you relax and let me teach you”, answered Mary Jane
“But you’re leaving”, said Maggie as she lifted her head and looked at her lover
“You just have to leave with me. Come to San Francisco with me and then we’ll see about Chicago. The money’s good. We’d be together…” continued Mary Jane
“No”, interrupted Maggie
No one spoke for another 20 minutes or so. Both women hurt, and at the same time relieved and preparing her defense.
“Why not ?”, shyly asked Mary Jane, “You don’t love me ?”,
“Yes, but I can’t be with you because….because…you’re a woman. I was married. I was respected and still am. I told you I was born here, spent my whole life here, and will probably die here. If I follow you, I will for ever be known as Maggie, the widow who left with another woman one night. I couldn’t never be happy with you. But I wish I was different and had the courage to leave this place and live with you. Maybe women will do this in 100 years, but I can’t do it now.”
“My train is at 4PM. If you change your mind, I’ll meet you at the station”, said Mary Jane blankly
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Maggie left the hotel and went to her boarding house. She washed and went to work at the dress shop. She walked on the street and everyone knew her. She looked at the men and at the women and nobody brought back any memories. She would always remember Mary Jane but she had to stay where she had lived all her life.
She heard the train whistle at 4 PM. Last call ! Maggie smiled and didn’t even look out the window of the dress shop.
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Five years later, on her 55th birthday, Mary Jane was on her way from Chicago to San Francisco and stopped at the train station of the small Wisconsin town.
She went to the dress shop. She walked in and looked around. Maggie wasn’t there but she was greeted by a young lady.
“I once knew an older woman whose name was Maggie and who used to work here. Do you know if she still lives here ?”,asked Mary Jane smiling
“Oh… Maggie…”, answered the young woman putting a finger in front of her lips
She took Mary Jane’s arm and brought her in the office.
“I worked with Maggie. A few years ago, a younger woman we had never seen before walked into the shop. Maggie took care of her. She tried on some dresses and bought a few. She stayed in town for a few more days and she used to wait outside for Maggie when she closed the shop. Then on the third day, they both left with a suitcase to take the train. We never saw Maggie again”, whispered the young lady.
“Do you have any idea where she might have gone ?” asked Mary Jane
“Nobody in the village mentions her name or if we do, we use the word ‘a Maggie”, to mean a certain type of woman, you know…you know what I mean. Where is she gone ? She’s gone to hell is where she’s gone”, screamed the young lady, her face bright red and her lips trembling.
“Gone to hell, I tell you”.
THE END
This tale takes place in the 1950s in the Midwest)
In the middle of Wisconsin, most of the farms are run by families. Maggie used to live on a dairy farm with her husband. When he died in a trucking accident, she sold the farm and went to live in the city. Maggie was still young, in her early 50s, and worked in a dress shop as a saleswoman and she also did the accounting. When she was on the farm, a woman used to visit a few times a year selling sewing material, kitchen knives, shoes, anything people needed and didn’t have time to go to town to buy. Her name was Mary Jane. Mary Jane visited Maggie for years especially when her husband was out at the a****l auctions or buying farming equipment in the city. Both women were of the same age and got along very well, although nobody really knew how close they had become. One day Mary Jane left the area and was never seen again. Somebody had suggested she had had a love affair which turned sour.
Maggie’s husband died a few years later and she moved to the city. She never saw Mary Jane again. Maggie lived in a boarding house run by an old friend of hers, Cynthia. She had a nice room and shared the evening meal with the three other female boarders.
One late afternoon, Maggie had finished work and was walking towards her rooming house when she heard her name called. She had just crossed the train tracks and was walking near the station. The daily train had come through an hour ago and Maggie didn’t expect someone to be still there. She turned towards the station and saw a well-dressed woman sitting on a bench outside. She walked towards the woman who stood up. She was wearing a grey business suit and a beautiful small straw hat.
“Mary Jane ?”, whispered Maggie, unsure of herself
“Hi Maggie”, answered the woman
The two women ran towards each other on the platform and embraced.
“Where have you been ?” cried Maggie, “It’s been 5 years at least”.
“It’s a long story. I heard your husband had died. I’m sorry”, said Mary Jane biting her lower lip.
“Thank you but you know….I wanted to find you…and I didn’t know where….”, muttered Maggie
“I’m just here until tomorrow when the train comes through again, I’ll explain. Can you stay with me at the hotel ?”, said Mary Jane quickly
“Yes…I’ll call Cynthia at my rooming house and warn her …warn her…”, continued Maggie, her eyes wide open.
“Tell her you met a relative and will be staying with her all night at the hotel”, said Mary Jane looking at Maggie in the eye.
“Ok…”, whispered Maggie
Mary Jane had a suitcase which looked heavy, but the hotel was only a few hundred yards away. Maggie phoned Cynthia while Mary Jane checked in. The suitcase was put in her room and the two women had dinner at the hotel restaurant which was quite deserted.
Mary Jane did most of the talking. She told Maggie that after she left, she had gone to San Francisco where she had a female cousin who owned a restaurant. She worked there for a year and saved some money since she shared a room with her cousin.
Maggie looked at her and blushed.
“I know…I know…she is my cousin…but I didn’t have a choice and she was good to me”, snapped Mary Jane
Mary Jane left the restaurant and bought a small restaurant of her own in a gentrified neighbourhood. She was doing well. Since then she bought three more. She was also in her early 50s. She had just spent some time in Chicago , looking at the situation there. She was thinking of putting together a chain of restaurants in different large cities. She was coming back to San Francisco from Chicago when she decided to have a stopover in the area she used to service way back when.
“I was hoping you were still here”, said Maggie lowering her head
“I am. Been here since I was a k**. I don’t know if I’ll ever get away from here”, smiled Maggie
The conversation was interrupted by the waiter who brought them the check. Mary Jane quickly picked it up and paid it.
“I guess now everybody will know you are in town”, said Maggie
“I don’t really care…but I doubt anyone will remember me. It’s been too long.”, answered Mary Jane smiling.
“I remember’, gushed Maggie
Mary Jane took her arm and both ladies walked up to the hotel room.
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Maggie was wearing her work clothes: a white blouse and a summer skirt below the knees. She looked like an ordinary lady from a small town in the middle of nowhere. Mary Jane was travelling with her grey woolen business suit she had bought in France a few years ago. It was warm for Wisconsin, but it fit her like a glove. Although about the same age, the two women looked quite different. Maggie was tall and rather slim with wavy brown hair. Her figure was nothing to write home about but on the other hand, she didn’t dress to show it off. Mary Jane was a bit shorter and her round hips and ass was typical of a blonde her age. Her face was oval, and she had her hairdresser give her a frizzy hair style she wasn’t used to.
Mary Jane took her hat off and her blazer which she put on the back of a chair. Maggie sat on the bed to take off her laced shoes. Mary Jane undid her blouse, lifted it out of her skirt and unsnapped her bra in seconds as if she was very used to doing this. All the time she was undressing, she looked at Maggie. Maggie was wide-eyed in front of that well-dressed woman she used to know so well and who looked so different now. Mary Jane kicked off her heels and unzipped her skirt which she put with her blazer.
“Come on, baby,” whispered Mary Jane, “we don’t have all night”,
“Sorry. I am not used to undressing in front of someone”, admitted Maggie
“You weren’t so shy last time we did this”, smiled Mary Jane
“Last time you tore my clothes off and I spent a week resewing the buttons back on”, said Maggie with a laugh that turned into tears.
Mary Jane, in her panties and nylons, ran towards her friend and rested Maggie’s head on her bare shoulder. The two women kissed. Mary Jane finished undressing Maggie but gently this time. Finally, the two women were naked and sitting on the bed. Both had a nice body for women of 50. Mary Jane took off the bed cover. Maggie pushed herself to the head of the bed and put her head on the pillow. She covered her breasts with her hands. She looked away from Mary Jane. She was breathing hard, but out of fear more than excitement.
Unlike her friend, Mary Jane was excited and lusting for her former lover. Her breasts were hard and she could feel her cunt getting moist. The blonde lesbian opened Maggie legs with her hands. Maggie resisted at first, then gave in. Mary Jane settled her head on Maggie’s bushy cunt and began to lick her slowly. After a few minutes, Maggie put her hands behind her lover’s head and began to move her hips in rhythm. Mary Jane’s head was spinning with the smell of her lover’s cunt. Juices were beginning to flow out of Maggie’s hole and Mary Jane was lapping them up. Then she attacked her lover’s clit. It was erect. She couldn’t see but Maggie eyes were bulging and her small tits were conical and hard. Her mouth was open and she was staring the ceiling as if something was going to fall from it.
Mary Jane kept on sucking her clit long after Maggie squirted her juices in her face. Mary Jane rolled off Maggie and lay down next to her, rubbing her hard tits and her tummy. Mary Jane opened her legs and began to rub her cunt slowly with one hand. She turned her head on the pillow towards Maggie.
“I don’t know if …if I can…”, stuttered Maggie
“Slide down a bit and I’ll help you”, whispered Mary Jane
Maggie slid down to the middle of the bed, still on her back. Her breathing was slowing down after her orgasm. Mary Jane straddled her lover’s chest, pushed Maggie arms along her slim body, and moved her own blonde cunt slowly over Maggie’s mouth, supporting herself with her knees on either side of Maggie’s hips and her hands on either side of her lover’s head. Even without any stroking from her lover, Mary Jane was going crazy with lust. She moved her cunt against Maggie’s mouth and nose. Maggie finally began to lick Mary Jane’s cunt lips. As an experienced lesbian, Mary Jane moved her clit so it rubbed against Maggie’s nose. Maggie understood the manoeuvre and did her best to be in sink with Mary Jane. The lesbian opened her cunt with her hands and Maggie extended her tongue so it penetrated her lover’s love canal. Mary Jane was shivering with lust and close to an orgasm. Maggie wanted so much to help her. When she moved her nose several times against the lesbian’s clit, Mary Jane squirted and moved her hips as she fucked her lover’s face.
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As the sun came up , the two women were still lying naked next to each other but with a bed sheet over them. Neither had spoken since the sex.
“I guess I wasn’t very good”, uttered Maggie
“Oh please, Maggie. This was only the second time in about 10 years. Can’t be an expert…”, blurted Mary Jane rather harshly
“I don’t know if I could ever get used to it. But strangely enough, I do like what you do to me,” said Maggie, saying every word slowly.
“I think you would pick it up very quickly, if you relax and let me teach you”, answered Mary Jane
“But you’re leaving”, said Maggie as she lifted her head and looked at her lover
“You just have to leave with me. Come to San Francisco with me and then we’ll see about Chicago. The money’s good. We’d be together…” continued Mary Jane
“No”, interrupted Maggie
No one spoke for another 20 minutes or so. Both women hurt, and at the same time relieved and preparing her defense.
“Why not ?”, shyly asked Mary Jane, “You don’t love me ?”,
“Yes, but I can’t be with you because….because…you’re a woman. I was married. I was respected and still am. I told you I was born here, spent my whole life here, and will probably die here. If I follow you, I will for ever be known as Maggie, the widow who left with another woman one night. I couldn’t never be happy with you. But I wish I was different and had the courage to leave this place and live with you. Maybe women will do this in 100 years, but I can’t do it now.”
“My train is at 4PM. If you change your mind, I’ll meet you at the station”, said Mary Jane blankly
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Maggie left the hotel and went to her boarding house. She washed and went to work at the dress shop. She walked on the street and everyone knew her. She looked at the men and at the women and nobody brought back any memories. She would always remember Mary Jane but she had to stay where she had lived all her life.
She heard the train whistle at 4 PM. Last call ! Maggie smiled and didn’t even look out the window of the dress shop.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Five years later, on her 55th birthday, Mary Jane was on her way from Chicago to San Francisco and stopped at the train station of the small Wisconsin town.
She went to the dress shop. She walked in and looked around. Maggie wasn’t there but she was greeted by a young lady.
“I once knew an older woman whose name was Maggie and who used to work here. Do you know if she still lives here ?”,asked Mary Jane smiling
“Oh… Maggie…”, answered the young woman putting a finger in front of her lips
She took Mary Jane’s arm and brought her in the office.
“I worked with Maggie. A few years ago, a younger woman we had never seen before walked into the shop. Maggie took care of her. She tried on some dresses and bought a few. She stayed in town for a few more days and she used to wait outside for Maggie when she closed the shop. Then on the third day, they both left with a suitcase to take the train. We never saw Maggie again”, whispered the young lady.
“Do you have any idea where she might have gone ?” asked Mary Jane
“Nobody in the village mentions her name or if we do, we use the word ‘a Maggie”, to mean a certain type of woman, you know…you know what I mean. Where is she gone ? She’s gone to hell is where she’s gone”, screamed the young lady, her face bright red and her lips trembling.
“Gone to hell, I tell you”.
THE END
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