Written by Diana Magnolia
Chapter 1: Claire Meets Sarah
My name is Claire Hamilton, I'm a devoted wife and mother and have spent years creating a picture-perfect life with my husband David, and our two girls Vicky and Leslie, aged nine and thirteen. Life was going well for me, I have a beautiful home, a loving family, and a supportive community. Yet deep down, I felt a void, a sense of longing I couldn't quite understand. I often found myself daydreaming, wondering if there was more to life than the routine I had settled into.
I am 32 years of age, and I'm in very good shape. I have perfect curves in all the right places and my long shapely legs often turn the heads of many onlookers both male and female. My long, wavy hair cascades all the way down to the small of my back and is full of life as it bounces around when I walk. I'm often getting hit on by men when I go out and about, but I'm always quick to ward them off by flashing my wedding ring.
Two days ago, a new neighbor moved into the house next door. We were wondering when that house was going to sell as it had been on the market for the last four months. I told David that I'll take some refreshments over and introduce myself, but he advised me to give her another day to settle in, which makes sense I guess.
Later that afternoon I was up on our second story porch out back when a movement in the backyard next door caught my eye. It was our new neighbor, a young woman with long blonde hair and a perfect figure.
She was hanging some clothes on the clothesline which was almost too high for her to reach. Every time she reached up, her short skirt lifted a few inches revealing a set of long, shapely legs, and a pair of white panties that contrasted against her gorgeous tan. I don't know why, but I seemed to get a buzz out of spying on her and seeing more than I should have.
Tomorrow is Friday and I will go over and introduce myself and offer her some refreshments.
After David left for work and the girls went off to school, I headed over to our new neighbor's house with a tray full of cookies and some carrot cake left over from last night. As I approached the house, I was a bit nervous, which is natural for me when meeting new people for the first time.
I rang the doorbell and after a few seconds the door opened, and I was greeted by a lovely smile and a warm welcome. The young woman whom I saw in the back yard yesterday was even more beautiful now that I could see her face to face.
Her eyes were the most amazing shade of blue I had ever seen, and her long blonde hair was so shiny and smooth. I introduced myself and welcomed this lovely young woman to the neighborhood.
She thanked me and then looking down at the tray of goodies, she said, "oh how sweet, thank you so much, I really appreciate your thoughtfulness, please come in".
After entering her house, I looked around and I could see she was still settling in as there were quite a few boxes sitting around on the floor, some still unopened.
She took the tray of refreshments from me and sat them on the coffee table, she then gave me a hug, it was a brief hug, but it was enough for me to take in the alluring scent of her hair, it smelt so sweet and fresh.
She thanked me once again, then introduced herself as Sarah Honeywell and told me that she had just returned from France where she was working as an artist. I said, wow! That must've been very exciting, "it had a lot of interesting moments", she replied.
The next thing I know, I have a cup of coffee in my hand and we're sitting on her sofa, eating cookies and cake, and chatting like two long lost friends. I felt so comfortable talking to Sarah, there was just something about her that made me feel so much at ease.
Sarah was wearing a short skirt that was riding up high on her thighs and revealed quite a lot of her legs. They were lovely and smooth, and my eyes kept wandering downward, catching glimpses of them as we sat and talked.
I've never had the desire to be with a woman before, but for some reason the sight of Sarah's gorgeous legs was having a very pleasant effect on me. I asked Sarah if she moved in with her husband, or a boyfriend perhaps. She said, "no, I'm just by myself here, I did have a boyfriend in France, but I left him, which is the reason I came home actually".
I said, "oh, I'm so sorry to hear that, is everything okay?" Sarah nodded her head and told me that her boyfriend was abusive and very controlling, and that he had hit her once after accusing her of seeing someone else when she came home from work an hour later than usual. I told her it's good that she got out of that toxic relationship.
I spent almost two hours chatting with Sarah, but it only seemed like a few minutes. Eventually I told Sarah that I had to go back home and do some housework and start thinking about lunch. Before we parted ways, Sarah gave me another hug and told me that we should get together again soon. I agreed, and before we parted ways, we entered each other's phone numbers into our phones.
After I got home, I didn't know why, but I was buzzing with excitement after meeting our new neighbor. I had never been affected in this way before by another woman, and although being at the dinner table with my husband and our two daughters later that evening was a constant reminder that I was a happily married woman, my mind kept bringing up pictures of Sarah sitting there in that short skirt with her pretty legs exposed.
The next morning, Sarah texted me and said that she wanted to return the favor and bring over some cheese and crackers around 10 o'clock. I told her that would be lovely, and I got quite excited at the thought of seeing Sarah again.
The doorbell rang right on 10 and when I opened the door, Sarah was standing there in a pretty summer dress holding a tray with cheese and crackers. I invited her in, and as she looked around, she started complimenting me on the interior design of our house. She particularly commented on the decorations and the color scheme and said that I have great taste.
I thanked her then ushered her into the kitchen where she sat the tray of food on our breakfast bar. I poured some coffee, and we sat down next to each other on the swivel chairs that surrounded the bar.
As we sat and talked and enjoyed the refreshments, I couldn't help but take in Sarah's pretty face and slim body. At one point, as I moved to grab some more cheese and crackers, my chair suddenly swiveled around, and my right knee slid across Sarah's left thigh. The sensation was amazing, I couldn't believe how soft and smooth her lovely leg felt on my skin.
This is something I'll never forget. I quickly apologized to Sarah for being so clumsy, but she just smiled and said, "that's okay honey, the pleasure was all mine!" I didn't know how to react to that, so I didn't say anything at all and just giggled like it was a joke. But deep inside my mind was going a hundred miles an hour examining what she had just said. I thought to myself, "was she joking, or did it really give her pleasure to feel another woman's leg rubbing against hers?"
After all the cheese and crackers were finished, Sarah said she had to go home and continue unpacking. Before she left, we said our goodbyes with a hug, a hug that lingered on for much longer than a friendly hug should have. It seemed that neither of us wanted to let the other go. I enjoyed the feel of Sarah's lovely body against mine when we hugged, her scent was so sweet and delicious.
As time went on, Sarah and I became good friends, we bonded over coffee mornings and long walks. I was drawn to Sarah's zest for life, and that void and sense of longing that I felt seemed to dissipate whenever I was with her.
As our friendship deepened, I began to realize that my feelings for Sarah were becoming stronger. I found myself admiring Sarah's sheer beauty more and more each time we were together.
One morning, when I was sitting across from Sarah at her dining table sipping coffee, Sarah told me about one of her art assignments she had while she was in France. She told me that on one occasion, she was approached by a lesbian couple who wanted her to paint them in a romantic scene.