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It was the summer break of my second year at college. Most of my friends had left for sunny beaches to party it up, but I had stayed behind, looking for digs. I came out of a relationship with a boyfriend who had cheated on me, though he repeatedly told me that it had been a drunken fling and that I should get over it.Well, I didn't and I packed my bags.Problem was that I had given up my room to shack up with him, so now I needed a roof over my head. Not my favourite way of spending a holiday, but I was glad to get rid of Brian and his ways.Finding rooms was never easy, even at the best of times, but now I had to compete with a whole lot of new arrivals. I soon realized that living anywhere near the campus was out of the question. Well, never mind. I just widened the circle. And kept widening it.But then I had a stroke of luck: a notice on a board in a pub I walked into. I didn't fancy my chances, but I called the number anyway. The woman at the other end hesitated for a moment but then confirmed that the room was still available. I told her that I was coming over to check it out.The address, when I got there, turned out to be a brand new town house with a view of the river. I rang the bell and the door was answered by a woman who looked to be in her forties, with short grey hair and piercing blue eyes. She gave me the once-over.'Yes?' she asked, and I recognized her voice from the phone.'I called you half an hour ago,' I said. 'About the room. The notice in the pub.''Ah, yes. You must be... Karen? I'm Hilda. No trouble finding me?' She smiled for the first time.'No,' I said, looking around. 'It's lovely here. I didn't know they had put up these houses so close to the river bank.'Hilda nodded. 'Yes, they did a good job. I used to live around the corner, but when this opportunity arose, I snapped it up.'She stepped aside. 'Do come in, then I'll show you around.'I followed her inside. Hilda was taller than me, wearing a dark blue shirt, jeans and trainers. She had an athletic figure, a bit masculine, with strong shoulders. She might be in her forties, but she looked fit and energetic. When she stepped aside to let me pass, I felt her hand on the small of my back. We made a tour of the house.I was impressed. She'd done a beautiful job, combining a modern style interior with lots of Edwardian details, a mix that worked surprisingly well. And the kitchen was every chef's dream. Hilda took me upstairs to the room she was letting. Lots of space. Hilda raised an eyebrow at me and I just nodded.So we went downstairs again to talk things over. 'It's a delightful house,' I said. 'Of course I'm interested. But why have you decided to rent out the room? I don't mean to pry, but you don't look as if you need the money.'Hilda smiled. 'No, it's not that. But it's a big house, perhaps too big for me on my own. So I'd like some Escort Beşevler company, someone to share the house with. It's as simple as that.' She paused for a moment.'Am I the first to respond?' I asked.'No,' she answered, and left it at that. 'But I've been waiting for a suitable candidate. I think we could hit it off.'I blushed, realizing she was paying me a compliment. 'That's wonderful,' I gushed, 'but I don't know if I could afford the rent. It's such a nice room.''Money is not the issue,' Hilda said. She thought for a moment and then, to my surprise, she mentioned a rent that was just within my budget. 'That alright for you?'I smiled. 'Yes! No problem. Oh, that's great.'Hilda grinned at my evident relief. 'Right,' she said. 'But first there are some things we need to discuss before we're agreed.''Try me,' I said.'First of all, I'm a lesbian. I work for a society that supports the rights of gay women all over the world. If you've got a problem with that, then it's no deal.''That's alright,' I answered. 'I'm cool with that. Anything else?''No visitors after eight o'clock,' she said. 'No boyfriends, nor anyone. I value my privacy and I don't want half the student population stomping in and out of here at all hours. If you need company at night, just come down for coffee or a drink. And keep your room fresh and tidy. That's all.''Okay,' I said. 'That's more or less what I expected. Boyfriends won't be a problem. I just broke up with mine, and I'm not in the least interested in boys right now!'Hilda smiled. 'Well, that's settled then. Welcome!''So when could I move in?' I asked.'Whenever you like, sweetie,' Hilda said.I told her that I was hoping to get my stuff out of my old apartment before my ex got back for the new semester. Hilda wanted to know if my friends would help me move. But all of my friends were out of town for the holidays. She offered her help and I gratefully accepted the offer.The next day Hilda showed up at my apartment in a butch pickup truck. We spent the whole afternoon moving my things over to her place. By the end of the day, we were pretty worn out. Back at her house, we flopped down on the couch in her living room, relaxing in front of the tv.The next few weeks I thoroughly enjoyed myself. Technically speaking Hilda was my landlady, but she turned out to be more of a roommate. She was a great cook and most nights she made dinner for the both of us. And if I needed help with anything, she was there. I had really landed on my feet here.One evening, at the beginning of term, my ex-boyfriend appeared on the doorstep. Hilda, not knowing who he was, let him in. I was a bit surprised because I had not heard from him in weeks, though I had mailed him my new address.Hilda made coffee and we went into the living room. His voice slurred a little as if he'd had Çankaya escort too much to drink.It turned out he wanted me back, he had never meant us to split up and he saw no reason why we couldn't hook up again. Silly, of course. We'd had a series of flaming rows and I knew that he would cheat again if I'd be so stupid as to get back with him.So, in the end, I asked him to leave. But he refused. 'I don't want any trouble,' he said, 'but you're coming home with me.''Home?' I laughed. 'Get real.'But he made no attempt to leave, so Hilda stepped in. 'I'm sorry,' she said in a stern voice, 'but Karen doesn't want to talk to you. Show some respect, son. And now, please leave!''No way!' my ex snarled. 'Who is gonna make me? Not you, you fucking dyke!'Hilda kept calm. 'I won't ask you again,' she said, and before he knew what hit him, she pulled him from the chair, dragged him across the room and kicked him out. 'Don't you dare come back,' she warned him before she shut the door.'He was drunk,' I said when she came back. 'Are you okay?' I asked her, a bit concerned. 'So sorry that you had to deal with that loser.'Hilda grinned. 'No problem, sweetie. I've been in worse situations. It's all part of growing up.'I laughed and said: 'Yes, you know how to handle yourself. I don't think he'll come back. He looked pretty embarrassed, being thrown out by a woman.''I spent some years in the army. As a technician, but still... you learn a few tricks.'My respect for Hilda grew. As the new term started, I had a busy time, but she was always there for me and we developed a close friendship. I knew I could trust her and I came to rely on her a lot.Some time ago she had split up with her girlfriend and she wasn't looking for a new love interest anytime soon, she told me.As a spokesperson for her society, she had to travel a lot, and I really missed her when she stayed away for a few days. We always hugged when she came back and I liked the way she held me. She told me about her work and I felt comfortable talking to her about school and my life in general.When my parents came to visit, I could sense their concern about me living with her, but they had the good sense not to interfere. When they left, I saw my mother hesitate. Finally, she took the plunge and asked me: 'You and her... you're not... well, you know what I mean?''No, mum, we're not,' I told her. 'No worries there.'She breathed a sigh of relief. 'Oh, good. I wouldn't like you to be that kind of girl. You can't imagine what those women get up to with one another. You know what I mean. It's so... gross.' She shuddered.'She seemed to like you,' I said.My mother blushed and looked away. They left, their minds set at ease.Hilda and I were really comfortable around each other. I often saw her walking around in a tight tank top and boxer shorts, Cebeci escort bayan and I didn't mind her seeing me in bra and panties.One Saturday evening I was at home, working on an assignment for one of my classes and hating it. Not because of the work as such, but my partner for the project tried to wriggle out of it, and I had no intention to fail the class.Hilda came home around ten and asked me why I was spending Saturday night behind my desktop when I should be out drinking with my friends. I explained.'That's a bummer,' she said. 'You look a bit down in the mouth.''I know,' I sighed. 'It sucks.''Hey, it'll work out fine,' she tried to cheer me up. 'You're a bright kid, you can handle this on your own.''Thanks,' I said.Hilda, standing behind me, put her hands on my shoulders and said. 'You're tense.'She moved my long blond hair over to one side and softly kneaded the back of my neck. It felt wonderful. I closed my eyes, enjoying her massage. Presently my body started to relax. Hilda had a magic touch. And what's more, I felt totally safe and secure with her.'How does that feel then?' she asked.'Mm,' I said. 'Really good.''Want me to stop?' Hilda asked. 'Just say so.''No. Don't stop. This feels wonderful,' I said. But that was not quite what she meant.The next moment I felt her breath warm on my neck, while she continued kneading my shoulders. Then her soft moist lips kissed my skin. For a few seconds, I allowed her to continue, until I realized what was happening. Seized by a panic I opened my eyes and resisted.'Hilda! Please stop,' I said, and I jumped out of my chair, facing her.'I'm sorry, Karen,' she said. 'I thought you wanted me to go on.''Yes... no. I meant rubbing my shoulders, not kissing me.' I realized it sounded lame and awkward.We both were silent for a moment, not knowing what to say next. Hilda stared into my eyes, hesitated, then pulled me from my chair and held me close to her, not saying a word.My heart was beating wildly as I felt her strong, warm body against mine. She leaned in and kissed my lips. I was shocked, but I didn't protest, this time.Sensing that I didn't offer any resistance, Hilda kissed me more aggressively. Soon she pressed the tip of her tongue between my lips, parting them. Her wet, warm tongue explored my mouth as she kissed me passionately.I had always considered myself straight. Or had I just turned my back on the other option? Because if I was straight, then why was I trembling with excitement?I couldn't help it, but I felt my body respond to hers. Before I knew it, I was kissing her back, with lust and longing. God, this was wrong! I did not want to go this way. Scared to step out of my comfort zone. Scared to face facts.Hilda was a lot older than me, almost the same age as my parents! Yet I reacted to her in a fundamental way that no boyfriend had ever aroused in me. I hungered for her love. So I wrapped my arms around her neck and kept kissing her. Our tongues fought a sensual battle.Hilda pressed me against the desk and flung my papers onto the floor. With her strong arms, she grabbed me by the waist, picked me up and set me down on top of the desk.