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Summer Nights
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Samantha: “Ok thanks Bette. See you around.”
Bette: “Bye”
The young girl skipped down the stirs and ran across the street.
A few days later Bette went across the street to bring the family a cake. The mother warmly welcomed Bette into their home.
Mother: “Please come in Ms. Porter.”
Bette: “Please call me Bette.”
Mother: “Ok Bette. Thanks again for this cake and the garbage info the other day.”
The mother showed Bette around the house. They then sat down in the living room.
Mother: “So Bette do you live alone or”
They hear the back door open.
Mother: “Oh there’s Sam. In here Sam”
Samantha: “Mom you won’t believe”
She stopped when she realized that Bette was there. She seemed a little embarrassed.
Mother: “Sam you know Ms. Porter.”
Bette: “Hi”
Mother: “So I won’t believe what?”
Samantha kept staring at Bette for some reason.
Samantha: “Huh? Oh nothing it’s not important.”
Mother: “Oh well ok.” Back to Bette. “Like I was saying”
Before the mother could finish her statement the phone rang.
Mother: “I better get that, it’s probably my husband. Excuse me Bette.”
Bette: “Sure”
Bette was left alone in the living room with Samantha. Samantha stood in the corner fidgeting and looking at everything but Bette.
Bette: “Soah you’re in school?”
Samantha: “Yeah I’m a senior. I graduate next week.”
Bette: “Oh wow congratulations. What are your plans for after?”
Samantha: “I have a partial scholarship to Julliard”
Bette: “Julliard? Wow! What for?”
Samantha: “Dance”
Bette: “Well you must be something.”
Samantha: “I guess you could say that.” She blushed.
There was not a pregnant silence in the air. There was something on Samantha’s mind.
Samantha: “I noticed the flag sticker on your door yesterday.”
Bette: “Oh?”
Samantha: “soyou’reyour gay?”
Bette was taken aback at the forward question from such a young girl.
Bette: “Uhyes. I am.”
Samantha just stood and stared at the floor. Bette started to second guess whether she should have told the young girl. But she asked, what was she supposed to do? Lie? Not Bette.
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nice story… loving someone younger or older is definitely my thing, never fancied anybody of my own age… hope bette enjoyed this fling.
That was cool, very cool! Please write more these stories, ain’t nothing wrong with older/young love!
A little “Mrs. Robinson,” eh?? LOL. Nice!
Wonderful story – I really enjoyed it – thanks for writing
“And here’s to you, Mrs. Robinson…” LOL I actually enjoyed reading this very much. After all, who am I to be judgemental about the age difference? When I was 18 I slept with two different women, both in their middle 30’s. When I was 24 I lived with a woman who was 42, so this actually brought back sweet memories to when it was me trying to convince the older women that it was okay to go with what felt good!! LOL Thanks for the memories…”And here’s to you Mrs. Robinson, Jesus loves you more than you will know…wo wo wo.”
Yeah totally Mrs. Robinson…..great stand alone….please post more off these….