As a young girl I was in love with Anne of Green Gables, not the show which I loved but with Anne. My grandmother got me the books which I read cover to cover, several times. At night I dreamed with Anne and transported myself back to her time. As I grew older my feelings grew with me, I felt that I was sleeping with Anne and I pulled my pillow closer, I could feel her against me and I would reach around and gently hold her breast in my hand. I kissed her, and would caress her and I got aroused and pretended to make love to her burying my head into my pillow. None of this went unnoticed by grandmother.

I found this book, a small novel laying around and I started to read it, it was a novel about a young woman who falls in love with her best friend at school. I devoured the book, sitting in the living room reading it slowly and not wanting it to ever end. When I finished the book I put it beside my bed and I would read parts of it over and over again, their first kiss, her pulsing breast, her unsatisfied groin. The pillow tight between my legs as I read the passages over and over again.

I accidently found this box of books in the closet of the guest room when my grandmother asked me to help her clean out the closet. A dozen or so novels, yellow pages, a secretary of a mean boss who finds her true love with the girl that lives on her street and is the only one who understands her, the waitress in her uniform who falls in love with the woman cop, and the book that turned my head around, the vivid description of making love, the kisses and the hands and her breasts and her friends hot mouth spreading her lips open and her tongue dashing in and out of her.

I was getting on in years, I turned seventeen and went into my last year of high school and I joined the glee club and I found a friend. We did everything together and when we were at my grandmother's house we could sit close beside each other on the sofa, we could go into my room and lay on the bed and talk, we could accidently lay our head in each other's lap and have our face caressed, we were able to kiss and kiss and kiss, to hold hands, to lay together on the sofa tied in a knot, to find a breast and nipples, to find our hands deep into our pants, to take our panties off and make love and suck on her clitoris and push my tongue into her vagina. I couldn't stop once I got started, when she reached the point of having an orgasm and she kept pushing my face away from her I would slap her hands and go in deeper as she rocked on the bed pulling my hair. My grandmother never said anything, she was always nice to my friend, invited her to have dinner with us, took us to the mall, she slept over and my grandmother never said no when we showered together or sat in our panties on the bed and did our nails together.

One day my grandmother came and told me that she had received a telephone call that my mother was going to be released from prison. I was happy but in a way I wasn't. My mother had been bad to me when I was living with her and my life had become better when I went to live with my grandmother. My mother looked bad, she was much older, her hair was gray, she had eyes that cut you off. She stayed a few days and went to live with a friend to find a job. I had very little to do with my mother. The day she left my grandmother suggested that I call my friend and ask her to come spend the night with me and we made love all night and we forgot to close the door.

My grandmother took me to an art fair and she walked around and told me that there were many girls just like me, and she pointed to this girl and to that girl and to that woman and this woman over there and she said they were all just like me, they wanted a girl in their life just like my girlfriend and me. Don't stop loving her, she and I were going to go to college and we were going to grow up and maybe yes and maybe no but there was a big chance that we wouldn't be in love, but we always had to remain friends.

We went to this booth where this girl was selling jewelry and the girl was wearing a tank top without a bra, her nipples hard against the fabric. She also didn't have her arm pits shaved and she wore jean shorts with hiking boots, she was pretty, her face was small and her hair was short and she had deep blue eyes and she said that if I wanted to I could touch and she pulled my hands and put them on her breasts. She kissed me on the lips and she told my grandmother that I was a very pretty girl and if I wanted to I could come see her in her shop. I didn't know that she was a girl that my grandmother knew and she had set me up. She became my first adult lover, it was no longer playing it was making love.

I remained friends with my girlfriend from school, she eventually found someone and I went on to become the girlfriend of the girl at the fair. She was 23 when I met her and I was seventeen, and she loved to watch Anne of Green Gables.