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There are no underage characters in this story. All characters are over the age of 18-years-old.
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Laura travels to Vermont to be with her lesbian lover, Elizabeth.
It all started when Liz kissed her at a cocktail party in Manhattan. It all started when Liz invited her to spend the weekend with her and Laura accepted her invitation. It all started as soon as Laura stepped in Elizabeth's house, a charming cabin hidden deep in the Vermont woods. It all started as soon as she put down her suitcase in readiness to have lesbian sex with her lesbian lover.
In the way the cabin was decked out, more luxurious than rustic, it was obvious that Elizabeth had money. If the drive to Vermont from New York wasn't extraordinary enough, her cabin was spectacular. Yet, something Laura had never done before and something she normally wouldn't dream of doing, she couldn't believe she accepted an invitation to spend the weekend with a woman she hardly knew. Only, drawn to her in the same sexual way that a man is drawn to an interesting, beautiful, intelligent, and sexy woman, she was sexually drawn to Liz. It was the first time she was sexually attracted to a woman enough to want to have sex with her.
Normally staying close to home, she was devoted to her job and to her daughter. It had been several years since she had gone anywhere other than back and forth commuting to work. Leaving her in the care of her mother but already missing her and worrying about her, she never went anywhere without her daughter, Heather. Only, this time, instead of the mountain coming to her, with her not having the room and/or the privacy to have a weekend guest stay with her, especially a lesbian guest, she went to the mountain. It had been a long while since she had gone anywhere as beautiful as Vermont.
Having thought about it while struggling with her indecision and questioning her motives, she was already here in Vermont. She was really here and ready to do something she may dread for the rest of her life. She was finally here at the turning point of her life, perhaps ready to do something she'd be so happy doing. Knowing full well that Liz was a lesbian and that she was obviously sexually attracted to her as much as she was sexually attracted to her, Laura was ready to have lesbian sex with Liz.
More than just being at this physical location, she was finally here at this impasse, her personal, private, sexual crossroad in her life. She couldn't believe she was really here. She couldn't believe she was going to do what she thought she'd never do. Only, struggling to come to terms with her obvious feelings of lesbianism, coming here was just the first step. With no meaning no, she could always chicken out, refuse to have sex with Elizabeth and return home. In the way that some men may aggressively respond, it wasn't as if Liz was going to force her to have sex with her by raping her. Lesbian women didn't do that, did they?
Suddenly, she imagined Liz drugging her. She imagined waking up and finding herself stripped naked and tied to Liz's bed. She imagined Liz having her wicked, sexual, lesbian way with her naked body. She imagined Liz forcing her to do lesbian, sexual things that she'd never normally do had she not been drugged and tied to her bed. With her imagination getting the better of her, she imagined Liz holding her prisoner for months.
She was taking this first step that would forever change her life. She was about to have sex with a woman that would forever brand her as a lesbian and as a pussy licker instead of a cocksucker. Yet feeling good about her decision to finally forsake a man for a woman, she finally felt free. Mainly for the sake of finding a husband and a father for her daughter, she felt relieved that she no longer had to flirt, act interested, and pretend that she liked men more than she liked women when she didn't. No longer having to go on boring dates and kiss, fuck, and suck a small army of selfishly, unappreciative, and arrogant frogs, finally being true to herself, this was the beginning of her new life, albeit her lesbian life.
With her always a sexual person, unfortunately for her, for more than two decades, she had been giving herself to the wrong sex. It was obvious to her now that she needed to be with a woman instead of a man. The only thing she got out of heterosexual relationships was heartache, a bad three-year marriage, a subsequent divorce, and, of course, the love of her life, her daughter, Heather.
Perhaps it was the clean, fresh, Vermont, mountain air but as if she had done this before in a prior life, being here with Liz seemed so comfortably familiar. As if she had been here before, she was having feelings of Deja vu. Maybe she had dreamed this and was still asleep and dreaming this now. As if meant to be, maybe she had finally found her forever lover.
Accepting her invitation because of one forbidden, stolen kiss, she didn't know why she had accepted a weekend invitation from someone she barely knew. Something so strange, why would she do that now when she had never done that before? Nothing more than a strange feeling of familiarity by the excited way she felt whenever around her and with her, there was something compelling and mysterious about Elizabeth that made her want to know her better. When with Liz, she had those butterflies in her stomach she got when with a man she liked.