Memories of an Aging Lesbian

By Candice Christian

Following the untimely death of Brianna's life partner, Emily, a long suppressed lust of young teenage girls awakens. A lifelong lesbian she remembers her first experiences, with an older woman. She strongly believes that was the catalyst for her penchant for young girls as she reached maturity.
The run down trailer park she lives in, provides her with many opportunities to have her desires satisfied. Whether it is the preacher's wife, or the daughter of a neighbor. She enjoys a rejuvenated sexual life among the residents of the park, all while the husbands are away at work.
Her wantonness takes on new significance when she begins to have an affair with Moira, the daughter, of a woman, June, she is already having an affair with. In a way young Moira reminds Brianna of herself at Moira's age.
The arrangement does create a bit of a logistics problem; arranging her trysts so mother and daughter don’t run into each other.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tenth Muse
• Release date: Nov 18, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005579944

Candice Christian

Candice was born in Paris KY on 9 January 1988. Her parents, George Bertrand Christian, an attorney who once aspired to be an actor, and Frances Hollowell insisted that Candice and her sister Simone, be sent to a Catholic school. Candice was deeply religious as a child, at one point thought of becoming a nun.

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Candice Christian

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Acknowledgments

Roberta Collins

Chapter One

We lived in a little trailer park located in a rundown neighborhood of Gulfport, Mississippi that only had thirty slots for trailers. Our aging trailer was built back before the first Gulf War, and it had a faded green exterior located in the back of the lot almost hidden among old Cyprus trees. We did have it modified and converted to a double wide just like in the front of the park where most of the double wide trailers for families were located.

The area of Gulfport we lived in was a manufacturing community. Most of the people in the park worked in the shops up and down the street. The blacks that worked in those shops had to come from the section of town set aside for them.

My name is Brianna, by the way, I was known as Bree and Sister to Emily. In truth we were not related at all. We lived together as spinsters until her demise, because in our State it was illegal for same sex marriages. Spinster is a bit of an exaggeration, both Emily and myself were in our mid-forties, me forty-two and Emily forty-four.

After Emily, a lifelong smoker, passed away of a stroke, I was lonely for some time. Even though Emily and I were lesbian lovers, we never missed walking with our brown leather King James Bible in hand to a little old white frame private home that had been converted into an Baptist Church.

We were always the picture of the religious ladies. Our slightly graying hair was braided and wrapped around our heads and held in place with bobby pins. A style I kept until the love of my life passed on. We were slender ladies no more than five-feet two tall. With our age our breasts had sagged a bit, like our breasts were worn out. We wore simple print dresses that buttoned down the front, with long sleeves and collars covering our necks. We wore knee length nylons with oxford shoes with boxy heels.

At church meetings the congregation was called upon to confess their sins publicly. Like everyone else we never confessed anything more than simple things like evil thoughts about someone we argued with. I'm sure tongues would have wagged if they suspected what Emily and I did in our bed.

I was aware that all of the families in the park felt sorry for me after Emily passed away. I spent my days knitting while sitting on the wooden porch in front of my trailer. I enjoyed watching the children playing between the trailers. When the women sent their husbands off to work and their children off to school they had plenty of time to visit. I was invited into their trailers for a drink. They told me all of their problems.

One day while I was washing my