I was in the kitchen preparing a meal for later, when my daughter Becky came in.
'Hi mum,' she shouted.
'Hey babes, how are you?'
Good day at college?' I replied.
'So so,' was her usual response to my usual question?
I'll have to change my greeting, I thought to myself.
'Mum, Laura's mum is going away for a few weeks in the holiday, can she stay with us while she's gone?' Becky asked.
'Laura?' I said. 'Who is Laura?'
'She's a friend in my class, we share in biology, among other things, she's really nice, and you will love her.'
'Oh I don't know hon, it will disrupt things here won't it?' I said.
'Don't be silly mum, it will be great, and I know she wants to meet you, I showed her that photo of me and you on the beach!'
'You didn't!' I gaped, 'I was almost naked in that.' We both laughed.
'I did, and she said you looked sexier than I do!' Becky said indignantly.
'Still life in the old dog yet then, eh?' I giggled.
'Mum! You are not an old dog, you are beautiful, you are sexy, just because dad can't see it!' She told me.
I thanked her for that, she disappeared upstairs, and reminded me to think about it, and that she wasn't taking no for an answer.
I had already decided, or rather Becky had decided, that her friend Laura was coming to stay and I had to like it, or lump it.
My daughter is 19, and at the local college, she refused to go to any others, as it meant leaving home, she didn't want to do that, I was immensely pleased by her decision to stay here with me.
I'm Lisa, Lisa Franks, I am 39, housewife, husband Dirk works at a processing food company, where he is national sales manager, which means he travels here and there, though not for long periods, we are happy (ish) have a good life, no money worries, nice house, etc etc.
I am 5ft 4" tall; still have a fairly good figure, though I do worry sometimes, about my body heading south!
Auburn shoulder length hair, brown eyes, nice face, usual stuff, I have to confess I have been "naughty" twice in my marriage, once with an old school friend, (a woman!)
And a few times, with a colleague of my husbands, but because it was the same man, does that constitute once?
Really, I'm not too sure.
But that's finished now anyway, I was frightened of being discovered, as we nearly once were.
So now I lead a housewife's life, and am generally quite happy with the way life has shaped for us all.
The following week, Becky and Laura appeared in my home, I nearly fell over when I saw her, she was the reincarnation of Jennifer Lawrence who I had gone to school with, and shared my first taste of proper love between two people, even though were females.
I had loved her with all my heart, but we knew it couldn't go on for ever, so we parted, I tried a couple of other female affairs, but nothing could compare to that, but then I found out how much fun a boy's cock could be too!
So I unconsciously went the "other" way, i.e. heterosexually, and I was quite happy with it too, I had tremendous fun, then I met my husband, and my life moved on to another dimension.
The woman I had an affair with was an Avon lady; who I knew from old, she had called, as they do!
And I sensed something about her, the way she was, and behaved, so after a a couple visits from her, I asked her if she was inclined towards women, she said yes, and it developed into a one off, all day session, which was fantastic.
It took me right back to my lost love, Jennifer.
I realised that I missed her, and wished I could contact her again sometime, but that would have to wait for a time, if not forever.
But it was, and remained in the back of my mind.
'Mum, this is Laura,' she happily introduced us.
Laura took my breath away; I immediately knew she was one of those women/girls, that when she walked into a room, everyman's head would turn to look at her, even women would, and those men that didn't want her, would be gay men!
'Hi Laura, I have heard so much about you, I feel I know you already.' I welcomed her into our home.
'Mrs Franks, great to meet you at last; I have been looking forward to it for ages.' She told me.
'Aargh,' I groaned, 'please, call me Lisa, or mum if you prefer, but do not call me Mrs Franks okay?'
She laughed and agreed. 'Okay, I'll call you Lisa, right?'
I have always been quietly impressed with Becky's beauty, she is taller than me, and better proportioned than I ever was, but Laura out did her by a long way, I hated to admit it to myself, but she was way more beautiful than Becky.
Laura was about 5' 10" tall, and was wearing flattish shoes, ash blond hair, down past her shoulders by about 4", parted in the middle, and a fringe that caught her eyes.
It danced and swayed its way around her head, even in the slightest of movements.
Big blue/azure piercing eyes, that looked more like car headlights!
High cheekbones, squarish chin, creamy lips, and a pert nose.
All on top of a fabulous body, large proud breasts, slim waist, narrow hips, and long legs that went on forever.
She was slender in build, rather than slim.
'Mum!' Becky elbowed me, 'you are staring at Laura, and you are being rude!'
I stammered an apology, and said she had reminded me so much of an old very dear friend.
(Jennifer)
'Its Okay Lisa,' Laura said quietly to me, 'I understand.'
She fixed me with a knowing stare, and then she and Becky were gone, dashing upstairs together.
Life in the house was a blast, having them around was great fun; even her dad enjoyed it, when he was around.
But I couldn't get Laura, or Jennifer out of my mind, I spent quite a bit of time studying her, and reminding myself of days gone by that I had spent in the arms of Jen.
What I didn't realise is, Laura knew I was watching and looking at her, I knew every turn, every move of her by now, I was enthralled by her, and in her presence too.
She was just so naturally graceful, gorgeous, and sensitive, she knew what I liked, what I wanted, what I wanted to do, her timing around me was perfect, she was there whenever I wanted something, it was uncanny.
Then came the day my walls came down, crashing down too!
I can't remember why, but Becky went out for some reason, it was early morning, and I was at the table in the kitchen having a cup of tea.
Laura came in, wearing a white sleeveless top, low necked, short at the waist, black slacks, and high heels, hair in a loose pony tail, she looked so good.
'Good morning Lisa.'
'Hey Laura,' how are you?'
'I'm good thanks,' she replied. '
'Lisa there is something I want to talk to you about, if you don't mind?'
I was sat at the long end of the table; Laura sat near me on the side of it.
'Not at all, what is it?' I asked her.
'Well I have seen you looking at me, a lot,' she said, 'and I was wondering if you liked what you see?'
I was stunned, I never expected her question come statement, I started to stammer and stutter.
She laughed and said. 'Hey, its okay Lisa, don't worry, I understand why.'