When I was sixteen I ran away from home. I bought a ticket on the Greyhound bus for Los Angeles. Lots of people got on and got off, and the drivers changed in Phoenix. Once I got to L.A. I wandered around and fell asleep at the bus station and when I woke up my bag was gone with my clothes and money. In the bathroom I was washing my face and this woman asked me what I was doing, she didn't leave me alone and got out of me that I was on the street and that I had lost my bag and I didn't have any money. She gave me a twenty dollar bill, which back then was like a hundred dollars today, she told me I was pretty and if I wanted I could go home with her and get a shower and get something to eat. It never crossed my mind to ask what she was doing at the bus station.

At her house she came into the bathroom when I was in the shower and asked me if I needed anything. She stayed in the bathroom waiting for me to get out of the shower. She finally just pulled the shower curtain back and turned off the water and held up a towel and told me to step into it so she could dry me off. I had never been felt up before and she pushed her hand in between my legs and she rubbed my breasts. When I tried to step away she raised her voice and told me to stand still she wasn't done drying me. She but a bathrobe around me because she had put my clothes in the wash and she sat me down to eat breakfast.

She told me her name was Mary and that I was going to be her houseguest. When my clothes came out of the dryer she stood in front of me while I put on my clothes, she ran her hands over my hips and boobs telling me what a pretty young thing I was. She showed me her room and told me that I was going to sleep with her but I had to sleep on the side by the window because sometimes she had to get up at night and go down the hall to the bathroom. I had never met a lesbian before.

She went out to go to the store. I tried to leave but the doors to the house were locked. When she got back she had some clothes she had picked up and a bag of groceries. She gave me a lecture about being a young girl on the streets and she was lucky she had found me before I was taken away by the pimps. I got several lectures that day and all of them ended up with if I went on the streets the pimps would get me. That night she told me she liked girls just like me and to take my clothes off and get in bed. She got naked beside the bed and got on the bed and I had to touch her and get to know her. She made love to me.

She had some money because her father had left her with a trust and she owned the house she lived in and I stayed with her for a long time. She was very jealous but she let me come and go and she took me to this school and enrolled me telling them that I was her niece and had come to live with her. Nights were hot and cold, many nights we went to bed and she insisted on holding me regardless and we fell asleep. But some nights she wanted to play with me, she always got naked first and had me play with her breasts and suck her nipples, she hardly ever made me go down, but she went down on me all the time. Compared to her I was small but even at that age I had had sized breasts and she loved to lay me on my back and play with my breasts and talk about the day. Sometimes she went down on me and didn't stop, not even after she had gotten me off.

When I finally moved out, I had finished high school and I was going to art school and I had a job working for a small office as a clerk. She gave me money and helped set me up in my first apartment, she wasn't happy about me leaving but she said I was just one of those that could not stay put. Alone I found out that I got hotter with a man than I did with her and I discovered sex that I wanted to do. I got hurt several times and she always told me it was because I was chasing a man and I had to learn that was a dead end street, to find a young woman that I liked and make her my own and stop playing with fire.

Along around when I was twenty-five she introduced me to a college girl she knew through some friends. She was going to college and she was definitely gay. Her name is Alice and she is originally from Huntington West Virginia. We hung around for a while and it took a long time for us to sync up and find out that we could be together. I won't say that Mary is wrong, guys always end up blowing up in my face. Mary wants me to be with Alice and never quits telling me to stay away from guys. There is only one path she says, and it is not with a man, follow my heart, lay my head down beside Alice and tell her she is the only one. I wish it was that easy, I wish the path was as clear to me as it is to her. I do hold Alice at night, and when we make love I sometimes can't stop. I do tell her she is mine and that I am glad she is with me, I tell her but sometimes I don't know if I am telling her to convince myself or to convince her. Or to agree with Mary.