Glenda, My First Love

I fell in love when I was seventeen. Glenda was my first sweetheart. She use to give herself to boys because she thought it would stop her from desiring girls. After she met me, and we learned together the joy of sex with love, she accepted her true self.

Glenda didn't think she was attractive because she didn't match the body type of magazine models or TV actresses. She had hips so her walk didn't have to be exaggerated. Her waist wasn't twenty-four, and believe me, I wasn't measuring when I put my arms around her. And all I'm gonna say about her butt is -- uh huh! People told her that she had a pretty face (compliment?) implying that her body was what -- not pretty?

When Glenda and me started together, we hadn't heard the words -- lesbian or gay or homosexual. Boys were 'fags' and girls were 'dykes' and both were 'funny'accompanied with the hand gestures.

Living in a small town, we had no place to be alone. And no transportation to get there even if we did. In the early days before we met, we both thought we were the only 'funny' along with the 'funny, fag, and dyke' singled out at school or in the neighborhood. The jokes and gestures made us deny to ourselves who we were sexually. So when the age of change arrived, we learned not to watch (appreciate) other girls openly.

Glenda's mother was the housekeeper for a doctor's family. A couple of times, Glenda was one of the waitresses at a big party at the doctor's house. One time her mom got me a gig parking cars at one of the parties. It was a learning experience. You know, to see first hand how the rich carry on when intoxicated. Let me tell you, they carry on like everybody else. They just do it in more expensive clothes and better decor. A couple of cars got backseat action and several parties goers walked with a tilt or stagger when it ended.

The doctor was giving a New Year's party so the house was to be decorated in a certain theme. Glenda's mother got us a job of cleaning and decorating before the party and clean-up afterwards. When the fireworks went off, Glenda and me kissed her mom's cheeks at the same time. That was as close as we could get and not be obvious. I think her mom knew we were more than best friends. Some things you can't hide no matter how hard you try. We were seventeen and our hormones were constantly kicking when we were in the same room. We suspected that our families and friends were whispering about us, but we didn't let it stop us. First love is powerful when it's returned.

Anyway, back to the party. We cleaned up into the wee hours, so that Glenda's mom could have the rest of the weekend off. The doctor's family had gone upstairs to bed. After everything was finished, except for what Glenda's mom had to tend to, we walked out to the poolhouse. We didn't go in but around to the back of it. We were kissing, and Glenda was moaning softly because my hand was ----- well never you mind. Her scent was intoxicating but there was an annoying smell interferring. Through hazy eyes I saw a firefly. Only it wasn't a firefly. It was a lit cigarette inside the poolhouse window. Glenda's back was against the wall near the window.

The doctor's wife had not gone to bed after all. She had come down for a few puffs. She stood silently watching us. My first instinct was to pull away. Glenda pulled my head back to her ---- chest --- so my mouth was too full to be understood. It was a little exciting having a watcher who wasn't intrusive. But something inside me made me try harder to stop. When we were making love, it was special and I didn't want to share it. For a brief moment, a lighter flicker and I could see her eyes. She was getting off on watching us. In an instant the light went and her eyes disappeared. I heard her leave.

Glenda was close to --- welcoming in the New Year --- so I helped her. After her breathing eased, I told her we'd been seen. She was concerned only to the point of her mom losing her job. That was a big love wallop to my heart. My sweety wasn't ashamed of loving me.

Glenda's mother didn't lose her job. In fact, the doctor's wife came up with things for me and Glenda to do at her house when her family wasn't home. Understand that it wasn't so that she could watch us being intimate. Sometimes she wasn't home when she had us tidy up the pool house.

I have shared glances with the doctor's wife. She is like Glenda and me, only she chose to walk the paved path. Glenda, my first love, went off to college and we lost touch. Sometimes I think about the doctor's wife. I wonder if she's single now or if her pool house needs cleaning. /E\ (c)Salty2008