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THE BARN (A Lesbian Tale)
Madeleine hadn’t seen Roberta in years, many years. She parked her car in the driveway of her mother’s house. It would take awhile for her to call it HER house. Her mother had died and left her the house, since there were no other c***dren. She was happy to see that the barn was still standing a hundred feet behind the large brick house surrounded by a veranda. Roberta was sitting on the stairs to the front door. At least Madeleine assumed it was Roberta. The real estate agent had told Madeleine that a woman she had known would be greeting her. She was too far away to see her face clearly. It was getting dark. It was early fall. Roberta lived in the house next door, which in fact meant that it was half a mile away since we were in farm country. Roberta had lived with her mother until she died and , like Madeleine, had inherited the house.
Both women had grown up together and were about the same age, Madeleine was 52 and Roberta 51. Madeleine was blonde, a little rounder than she wanted, had a full rack and a nice ass which her skirt hugged. Roberta was a tall skinny brunette. Her clothes were always too ample to show any of her assets. Madeleine could hear her heart beating faster. Roberta (who else could it be ?) stood and walked slowly towards the car. Madeleine finally got out of the car and walked towards the shadow advancing towards her.
“Hi Madeleine”, said Roberta
“Hi Roberta. It’s been a long time”, answered Madeleine, her voice shaking slightly
“I don’t want to know how many years. It will show on our face. You have the same voice”, said Roberta.
“Let’s go inside”, suggested Madeleine, “the furniture was moved to a warehouse”.
“I saw them moving it’, said Roberta in her sweet voice.
Madeleine opened the door with her key. Both women walked in and turned a light on. The hardwood floors creaked, and the sound echoed in the empty rooms.
Madeleine was wearing a business suit, white blouse, woolen skirt, and jacket. She had flown from Los Angeles to Kansas City and had rented a car. She left her suitcase in the car. Roberta was in a long cotton dress covered with flowers. Madeleine didn’t ask but she suspected she had made it herself. She always made her own clothes. There had always been a bit of a hippy in her. Back to the farm, simple life, health foods. The women crossed the main floor and got out through the kitchen since there was a sunset which illuminated part of the barn. They sat on the stairs at the back of the house.
“Do you still live by yourself ?”, asked Madeleine
“Yes”, answered Roberta looking straight ahead, “and you ?”.
“Yes. I like it by myself”, answered Madeleine
“What do you do in L.A. ?”, asked Roberta
“I work part time as a book editor. The rest of the time, I write murder mysteries.”, answered Madeleine.
“Murder mysteries ? I never read them, but I’ll look in the library next time”, answered Roberta laughing.
“I write under the pen name “Bertha Roberts”, said Madeleine expecting a reaction from Roberta.
“Why didn’t you ever visit your mother ?”, asked Roberta abruptly, this time turning her head to look at Madeleine, and ignoring the last remark.
“We never got along. When dad was alive, I was young and it was easier”, said Madeleine
“I used to visit her sometimes. I was alone and she was also. We chatted and traded jars of ketchup. She never mentioned you”, said Roberta
The barn looked like it was on fire. Both women remembered those sunsets but neither said anything that night.
“Can we get into the barn ?”, asked Madeleine
“I think so. They got all the hay out of it last week. It was a fire hazard”, answered Roberta
The women walked slowly towards the barn. The wooden boards were whiter, though Madeleine, and the metal roof had been redone since she had seen it last. She wondered why. The two women touched shoulders occasionally as they walked unsteadily in the dark on the uneven grass . The large wooden door, made of the same planks as the rest of the building, had been left ajar. Madeleine pushed it open. Roberta followed her inside. They couldn’t see much except a series of large shelves where the hay had been stored. They sat on the side of one of them.
“We used to play here”, remembered Madeleine
“Yes”, answered Roberta, her eyes, unnoticed by Madeleine, filling up with tears
“Why did you leave ?”, Roberta asked suddenly
“Mother told me to leave. She didn’t want a girl who was “that way”, answered Madeleine, her voice becoming as whisper
“She caught us. We should have been more careful”, said Roberta putting her arm around Madeleine’s shoulders.
“I remember that evening as if it was yesterday’, said Madeleine, “We were on the second “balcony” in the hay. I had taken off my jeans and you pulled yours off after. We kissed. I was the aggressor. In a flash we were naked “down there” and I started on you. I had a mouthful of your hair. You came within minutes. Then you did the same to me. It was dark. We had pubic hair between our teeth. (Roberta smiled at that comment). Then we saw the flash of light and it was too late to hide. Mother screamed at me to get down. You stayed still. Mother carried my jeans while I was only in my panties being pushed outside the barn. She ignored you totally.”
“I stayed there another hour, ….just in case …..she came back …..to get me”, said Roberta, sobbing silently.
“I was 18 and you were 17”, started Madeleine, “Mother never mentioned you. A few days later I was on the train to Kansas City. I never came back.”
“I know”, said Roberta,” I waited for you”.
“Can I ask you to wait a few more minutes ? I’ll be right back’, said Madeleine
She walked out of the barn and went into her car to get her suitcase. She carried it back to the barn. Roberta watched her without saying a word. Madeleine took out a sleeping bag and some woolen blankets. She put the suitcase back on the ground near the wall. The sun had nearly set for good and only a little light was shining between the old planks. It made for strange lighting.
“I brought my camping gear. I suspected the house would be empty”, said Madeleine
Roberta smiled. “I should go”, she suggested in a whisper
“No”, answered Madeleine
“Ok”, said Roberta still smiling.
Madeleine unzipped the sleeping bag (a double one) and spread it on the first level shelf which was at least ten feet in depth. There was a five-foot space between that shelf and the next one up.
Madeleine walked a few feet away and got her jacket off, folded it and put it on the upper shelf. She unbuttoned her blouse and did the same movement, then she unzipped and slipped off her skirt. Roberta didn’t move but Madeleine couldn’t see her face. Madeleine undid her bra and slipped out of her thong. Naked, she approached Roberta. The two women embraced and kissed, a long tongue kiss, a 30-year kiss. Madeleine helped Roberta pull her skirt over her head. Roberta was naked also.
The two women moved to the sleeping bag.
“You’re beautiful”, whispered Madeleine
“Thank you. We haven’t changed much”, answered Roberta
Madeleine was obviously the aggressor, as she had been when she was 18. She kissed the brunette and moved her mouth down to her small pointy breasts. She sucked on the purple nipples one after the other. She wasn’t in any hurry, just as she hadn’t been the first time. She didn’t continue kissing Roberta on her tummy as she remembered the brunette found it ticklish. She didn’t know if she still did but didn’t take any chances. As soon as she buried her nose in Roberta’s black bush, she remembered that smell. She had put her nose in several furry triangles since, but she had never smelled one like Roberta’s. It reminded her of a spicy tomato sauce. Maybe it was all that ketchup. She worked with her tongue and her nose. Her nose was always ahead, rubbing gently, then her tongue finished the job. She always licked that way. Roberta was wet. Madeleine licked her piss slit but there was no salty taste. Next time. She was nose to nose with her lover’s clit. It was stocky. She licked it extending her tongue all the way from the back to the front, her complete tongue sliding against her lover’s girl prick. Roberta moaned and her hips moved against Madeleine’s face. The blonde sucked on the short stubby organ, her tongue flicking against it while it was between her lips. She knew Roberta could not stand that treatment for very long. The brunette screamed as her hips moved heavily up and down banging against Madeleine’s face. The blonde continued to lick her lover as she would lick a flow of ice cream. She felt Roberta’s hands on the back of her head. She sucked the precious liquid. It had been waiting for a long time. It was ripe. When Roberta removed her hands, the blonde lifted her head and moved her body over Roberta’s to kiss her, mixing the juice from her cunt with the saliva in her mouth. Roberta was lapping it up.
After a silent pause, Madeleine turned on her back and waited for Roberta’s onslaught. The brunette sucked on the blonde’s heavy tits as she squeezed them and made the nipples hard. She was anxious to reach Madeleine’s hairy mound. Her fuzz was heavier and thicker than most, a fact that Roberta would not have known since she had had no other partner aside from Madeleine. The blonde knew. She had sucked enough blondes. Roberta licked the pink lips and took them between her lips. That made Madeleine groan with pleasure. Roberta spent time with the blonde’s piss slit. She came up empty also. They both thought something had to be done later. Madeleine felt her orgasm rise from her hips as Roberta sucked on her long thin clit, moving her lips up and down as she would have done with a cock (but had never done that either). Madeleine squirted in Roberta’s face. She nearly apologized. Roberta was smiling as she kissed her lover, then she burst out laughing. Both women did. Then they fell asleep in each other’s arms.
Halfway through the night, they both woke up wanting to have a piss. They pushed the barn door open and squatted a few yards away. They would have both enjoyed seeing the other piss like they used to when they were younger, but at least they could hear. When they came back in, they instantly got into a 69 and licked each other’s piss slit dry. Madeleine had done that often, but Roberta hadn’t since she used to do it only with Madeleine. Her wildest fantasies were being played out. Madeleine wanted to fuck her. Roberta got into position without a word. The blonde and black patches came together as if they were magnets. Roberta was losing her lesbian virginity. Madeleine was raking her long clit in her lover’s crack. Long clit and stubby clit were fencing. Both women were screaming “fuck”, a word Roberta had never used. They mated and Madeleine jumped Roberta once more a few minutes later and the two mature women fucked again. They fell asleep after that. Their minds dreaming the same dreams.
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“Do you have any plans ?”, asked Roberta who had brought some instant coffee and an electric kettle when she came over the previous night.
“I’m sick of L.A. On the other hand, I don’t want to live in this house’, said Madeleine
Both women smiled. They had found each other after more than 30 years of living apart.
“Do you have Internet ?”, asked Madeleine
“I don’t have a computer’, answered Roberta
“We better start making a list”, said Madeleine
“Yes”, smiled Roberta, “Just don’t leave this time”
“No”, said Madeleine, “but do get Internet”.
THE END
Madeleine hadn’t seen Roberta in years, many years. She parked her car in the driveway of her mother’s house. It would take awhile for her to call it HER house. Her mother had died and left her the house, since there were no other c***dren. She was happy to see that the barn was still standing a hundred feet behind the large brick house surrounded by a veranda. Roberta was sitting on the stairs to the front door. At least Madeleine assumed it was Roberta. The real estate agent had told Madeleine that a woman she had known would be greeting her. She was too far away to see her face clearly. It was getting dark. It was early fall. Roberta lived in the house next door, which in fact meant that it was half a mile away since we were in farm country. Roberta had lived with her mother until she died and , like Madeleine, had inherited the house.
Both women had grown up together and were about the same age, Madeleine was 52 and Roberta 51. Madeleine was blonde, a little rounder than she wanted, had a full rack and a nice ass which her skirt hugged. Roberta was a tall skinny brunette. Her clothes were always too ample to show any of her assets. Madeleine could hear her heart beating faster. Roberta (who else could it be ?) stood and walked slowly towards the car. Madeleine finally got out of the car and walked towards the shadow advancing towards her.
“Hi Madeleine”, said Roberta
“Hi Roberta. It’s been a long time”, answered Madeleine, her voice shaking slightly
“I don’t want to know how many years. It will show on our face. You have the same voice”, said Roberta.
“Let’s go inside”, suggested Madeleine, “the furniture was moved to a warehouse”.
“I saw them moving it’, said Roberta in her sweet voice.
Madeleine opened the door with her key. Both women walked in and turned a light on. The hardwood floors creaked, and the sound echoed in the empty rooms.
Madeleine was wearing a business suit, white blouse, woolen skirt, and jacket. She had flown from Los Angeles to Kansas City and had rented a car. She left her suitcase in the car. Roberta was in a long cotton dress covered with flowers. Madeleine didn’t ask but she suspected she had made it herself. She always made her own clothes. There had always been a bit of a hippy in her. Back to the farm, simple life, health foods. The women crossed the main floor and got out through the kitchen since there was a sunset which illuminated part of the barn. They sat on the stairs at the back of the house.
“Do you still live by yourself ?”, asked Madeleine
“Yes”, answered Roberta looking straight ahead, “and you ?”.
“Yes. I like it by myself”, answered Madeleine
“What do you do in L.A. ?”, asked Roberta
“I work part time as a book editor. The rest of the time, I write murder mysteries.”, answered Madeleine.
“Murder mysteries ? I never read them, but I’ll look in the library next time”, answered Roberta laughing.
“I write under the pen name “Bertha Roberts”, said Madeleine expecting a reaction from Roberta.
“Why didn’t you ever visit your mother ?”, asked Roberta abruptly, this time turning her head to look at Madeleine, and ignoring the last remark.
“We never got along. When dad was alive, I was young and it was easier”, said Madeleine
“I used to visit her sometimes. I was alone and she was also. We chatted and traded jars of ketchup. She never mentioned you”, said Roberta
The barn looked like it was on fire. Both women remembered those sunsets but neither said anything that night.
“Can we get into the barn ?”, asked Madeleine
“I think so. They got all the hay out of it last week. It was a fire hazard”, answered Roberta
The women walked slowly towards the barn. The wooden boards were whiter, though Madeleine, and the metal roof had been redone since she had seen it last. She wondered why. The two women touched shoulders occasionally as they walked unsteadily in the dark on the uneven grass . The large wooden door, made of the same planks as the rest of the building, had been left ajar. Madeleine pushed it open. Roberta followed her inside. They couldn’t see much except a series of large shelves where the hay had been stored. They sat on the side of one of them.
“We used to play here”, remembered Madeleine
“Yes”, answered Roberta, her eyes, unnoticed by Madeleine, filling up with tears
“Why did you leave ?”, Roberta asked suddenly
“Mother told me to leave. She didn’t want a girl who was “that way”, answered Madeleine, her voice becoming as whisper
“She caught us. We should have been more careful”, said Roberta putting her arm around Madeleine’s shoulders.
“I remember that evening as if it was yesterday’, said Madeleine, “We were on the second “balcony” in the hay. I had taken off my jeans and you pulled yours off after. We kissed. I was the aggressor. In a flash we were naked “down there” and I started on you. I had a mouthful of your hair. You came within minutes. Then you did the same to me. It was dark. We had pubic hair between our teeth. (Roberta smiled at that comment). Then we saw the flash of light and it was too late to hide. Mother screamed at me to get down. You stayed still. Mother carried my jeans while I was only in my panties being pushed outside the barn. She ignored you totally.”
“I stayed there another hour, ….just in case …..she came back …..to get me”, said Roberta, sobbing silently.
“I was 18 and you were 17”, started Madeleine, “Mother never mentioned you. A few days later I was on the train to Kansas City. I never came back.”
“I know”, said Roberta,” I waited for you”.
“Can I ask you to wait a few more minutes ? I’ll be right back’, said Madeleine
She walked out of the barn and went into her car to get her suitcase. She carried it back to the barn. Roberta watched her without saying a word. Madeleine took out a sleeping bag and some woolen blankets. She put the suitcase back on the ground near the wall. The sun had nearly set for good and only a little light was shining between the old planks. It made for strange lighting.
“I brought my camping gear. I suspected the house would be empty”, said Madeleine
Roberta smiled. “I should go”, she suggested in a whisper
“No”, answered Madeleine
“Ok”, said Roberta still smiling.
Madeleine unzipped the sleeping bag (a double one) and spread it on the first level shelf which was at least ten feet in depth. There was a five-foot space between that shelf and the next one up.
Madeleine walked a few feet away and got her jacket off, folded it and put it on the upper shelf. She unbuttoned her blouse and did the same movement, then she unzipped and slipped off her skirt. Roberta didn’t move but Madeleine couldn’t see her face. Madeleine undid her bra and slipped out of her thong. Naked, she approached Roberta. The two women embraced and kissed, a long tongue kiss, a 30-year kiss. Madeleine helped Roberta pull her skirt over her head. Roberta was naked also.
The two women moved to the sleeping bag.
“You’re beautiful”, whispered Madeleine
“Thank you. We haven’t changed much”, answered Roberta
Madeleine was obviously the aggressor, as she had been when she was 18. She kissed the brunette and moved her mouth down to her small pointy breasts. She sucked on the purple nipples one after the other. She wasn’t in any hurry, just as she hadn’t been the first time. She didn’t continue kissing Roberta on her tummy as she remembered the brunette found it ticklish. She didn’t know if she still did but didn’t take any chances. As soon as she buried her nose in Roberta’s black bush, she remembered that smell. She had put her nose in several furry triangles since, but she had never smelled one like Roberta’s. It reminded her of a spicy tomato sauce. Maybe it was all that ketchup. She worked with her tongue and her nose. Her nose was always ahead, rubbing gently, then her tongue finished the job. She always licked that way. Roberta was wet. Madeleine licked her piss slit but there was no salty taste. Next time. She was nose to nose with her lover’s clit. It was stocky. She licked it extending her tongue all the way from the back to the front, her complete tongue sliding against her lover’s girl prick. Roberta moaned and her hips moved against Madeleine’s face. The blonde sucked on the short stubby organ, her tongue flicking against it while it was between her lips. She knew Roberta could not stand that treatment for very long. The brunette screamed as her hips moved heavily up and down banging against Madeleine’s face. The blonde continued to lick her lover as she would lick a flow of ice cream. She felt Roberta’s hands on the back of her head. She sucked the precious liquid. It had been waiting for a long time. It was ripe. When Roberta removed her hands, the blonde lifted her head and moved her body over Roberta’s to kiss her, mixing the juice from her cunt with the saliva in her mouth. Roberta was lapping it up.
After a silent pause, Madeleine turned on her back and waited for Roberta’s onslaught. The brunette sucked on the blonde’s heavy tits as she squeezed them and made the nipples hard. She was anxious to reach Madeleine’s hairy mound. Her fuzz was heavier and thicker than most, a fact that Roberta would not have known since she had had no other partner aside from Madeleine. The blonde knew. She had sucked enough blondes. Roberta licked the pink lips and took them between her lips. That made Madeleine groan with pleasure. Roberta spent time with the blonde’s piss slit. She came up empty also. They both thought something had to be done later. Madeleine felt her orgasm rise from her hips as Roberta sucked on her long thin clit, moving her lips up and down as she would have done with a cock (but had never done that either). Madeleine squirted in Roberta’s face. She nearly apologized. Roberta was smiling as she kissed her lover, then she burst out laughing. Both women did. Then they fell asleep in each other’s arms.
Halfway through the night, they both woke up wanting to have a piss. They pushed the barn door open and squatted a few yards away. They would have both enjoyed seeing the other piss like they used to when they were younger, but at least they could hear. When they came back in, they instantly got into a 69 and licked each other’s piss slit dry. Madeleine had done that often, but Roberta hadn’t since she used to do it only with Madeleine. Her wildest fantasies were being played out. Madeleine wanted to fuck her. Roberta got into position without a word. The blonde and black patches came together as if they were magnets. Roberta was losing her lesbian virginity. Madeleine was raking her long clit in her lover’s crack. Long clit and stubby clit were fencing. Both women were screaming “fuck”, a word Roberta had never used. They mated and Madeleine jumped Roberta once more a few minutes later and the two mature women fucked again. They fell asleep after that. Their minds dreaming the same dreams.
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“Do you have any plans ?”, asked Roberta who had brought some instant coffee and an electric kettle when she came over the previous night.
“I’m sick of L.A. On the other hand, I don’t want to live in this house’, said Madeleine
Both women smiled. They had found each other after more than 30 years of living apart.
“Do you have Internet ?”, asked Madeleine
“I don’t have a computer’, answered Roberta
“We better start making a list”, said Madeleine
“Yes”, smiled Roberta, “Just don’t leave this time”
“No”, said Madeleine, “but do get Internet”.
THE END
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