Hi! I am 52. While I have never considered myself a lesbian - I have a best friend forever with whom I have delighted in a loving intimate relationship for 40 years.
After a crazy day at the river in the mud my BFF and I where sent to wash off in a bath together. A normal custom as neighbors we spent many a night together in sleep overs. Rowdy splashing baths where routine part of this. This particular bath, as I stood up, my BFF confused my sprouting pubic hair as residual mud and was rubbing them to wash them off. While she was absorbed in the task I was absorbed in the sensation. After realizing they where not mud and that her activity had a strange impact on me she continued in curiosity. Our rambunctious play had suddenly transitioned. I watched her puzzling little eyes widen as she keenly observed her unexpected affect on me. Fixed on my expression her little fingers experimenting along my skin to discover its secrets. She enjoyed it an became affectionate. I responded in kind.
The sudden stifle of laughter brought an alarmed mom into investigate. Checked and satisfied she whisked our pruned skin out of the bath and plooped us onto the bed wrapped in towels. Impishly she left us with the command to dry off WELL and put jammies on. Laying on our towels we looked at each other. I began drying her with her towel and she mine. The soft fabric was nice on the skin. I touched her where I wanted to be touched and she followed my cue. Each watching the other and enjoying the pleasure we could give. Our loving touch took us to bed early that night. That whole night we learned much about each other and how precious each was.
Our bond has stood the test of time. Over the many years and separations we where always a foundation for each other. Different loves came and went but we stayed constant, even during some of them. For those that required exclusiveness we became platonic. The others understood and cherished our relationship. Either way we allowed the other to fully explore each romance. It is not the sex. It never was. It was the joy of watching someone you love experience the wonders of intimacy, pleasure that comes with it, and the growth it brings. We both learned that this is what makes sex incredible. It is not just the sensation of her fingers inside me, or a penis for that matter hitting the right spot and giving me incredible pleasure. It is knowing that the other inside me is enjoying me. That I am giving them pleasure. Both enraptured in the delight that we are pleasuring each other.
Loving her and making love to her is as natural to me as my heart beat.