I looked around, wondering if I had forgotten anything. No, I wouldn't need my purse for going next door. I went back into my bedroom to look at myself in the full-length mirror on my closet door. Trying to see myself as others would see me, I had to admit that I looked great. My red hair, which I wear fairly short - it comes down to about the top of my neck in a cut that is a bob with tweaked ends. And Holly had fixed it beautifully - it looked shiny and silky. I hated to do it, since I'd worn it all day, but my green print dress looked so good on me, I had to stay with what worked.
Ah my green dress. It's a green print dress with a scooped neck that shows off the top of my bosom nicely with or without a bra, and I'd decided not to wear one tonight. The sleeves only go down about 5 inches past my shoulders and the dress buttons down from the center of the scoop down to the waist. The skirt is just a little on the short side, about four inches above my knees. I chuckled as I remembered Alyssa saying that the green color compliments my red hair and my green eyes, and the hemline showed off my great legs. I looked at my legs in the mirror. They were very shapely with generous calf muscles, and were certainly beautiful legs if you liked freckles. I had freckles everywhere but my bikini marks. Holly had tut-tutted those saying I should sunbath nude for even freckling.
Left to my own devices, I would have worn my black spiked high heels, but Holly had insisted that I wear my high-heeled tan sandals because they feature nude toes. I'll admit Holly did a beautiful job of painting my fingernails and toenails a fire engine red color. I wore no stockings and had wanted to go with black lace panties, but Holly insisted I didn't leave the slightest chance of having panties get in my way. It's not that I planned to seduce Paula tonight. I thought the idea absurd. But both girls, Alyssa and Holly, wanted badly for me to seduce Paula - each had their own and quite different reasons.
It was my thirtieth birthday and for a present, I'd been turned into a lesbian. Of course that's something of an exaggeration, but it is quite true that I woke up this morning a card-carrying heterosexual, and I had enjoyed wonderful, if somewhat frenzied, sex with two teenaged girls since then. And I had just loved it. I still felt a little inhibited about it, and shuddered to think about anyone finding out, but I had loved it. For some reason that I couldn't put my finger upon, the idea of seducing Paula, while absurd, did not bring up those inhibitions. In fact, the actual thought of kissing Paula, fondling her breasts... well, instead of inhibitions, the thought caused butterflies in my lower abdomen and a feeling of warmth between my legs.
Maybe it was because Paula was closer to my age. Alyssa had told me she was thirty-five. Or perhaps similar circumstances, my husband Bart had died nearly two years ago in a car accident, and about a year ago Paula's husband had run off with another woman. So we were both of us grieved, alone, anti-social and horny. At least Alyssa assured me that her mother was horny. She hadn't explained how she knew that. Had she caught Paula masturbating? That would have been nice to know. Or then maybe I had just been attracted to Paula for a while, and maybe I had just been too 'straight' to realize it.
I pictured Paula in my mind. She was taller than I, by maybe two inches. She had a slimmer build, but nice hips and shapely legs - Alyssa had come by her legs honestly. Her eyes were large and dark brown, her nose long, but straight and thin. Her face was roughly oval tapering slightly to a small rounded chin. Her black hair was short fringed bangs in the front and layered on the sides no lower than her jaw. Paula's hair cut accentuated her long swan-like neck - a very lovely neck. Paula's breasts were about the same size as mine and I mostly wore a 34 C cup, but hers were just slightly fuller.
I would be hard pressed to name her sexiest feature, but if I had to, I'd have to say her mouth. She had a small mouth with Cupid's bow lips, with her lips not too thick or thin so she didn't quite have that pouty look. Her two front teeth were just slightly prominent, and her mouth was usually slightly open, giving her an almost surprised look. I don't know how, but all those things combine into what looks to me like a really sexy mouth. Oh, and one other thing, an almost strange thing, and that is her smile. Her smile is impossibly wide for such a small mouth - the mathematics just didn't compute! When she grins her face is full of even white teeth and her two front teeth aren't noticeable, and you just have to grin back. The few times I'd been around Paula, just being around her made me feel good.
Paula's personality was mellow and friendly with a good sense of humor. She always seemed cheerful, but then, according to her daughter, sometimes she cried herself to sleep at night over the worthless husband that left her. I remembered last summer when I'd hired Alyssa, her daughter, to help me with my lawn and gardens. Paula always brought over some lemonade or iced tea if we'd been working awhile. Sure, I'd figured it was for her daughter, but she'd always been so kind, courteous and thoughtful towards me.
I sighed dreamily, and then frowned. I was thinking about Paula and having distinctly sexual feelings, and to a certain, tiny extent, romantic feelings. I shook my head and glanced at the clock on the mantel. It was seven o'clock. Time to go. I must be losing my mind! I'd been fucking teenaged girls and lusting for my divorced neighbor. I tried to do a mental count and got lost. And there I was, standing on my neighbor's porch and reaching for the doorbell and simultaneously realizing that I had lost count of the number of orgasms I'd had today.
Paula opened the door and grinned, her large dark eyes sparkling, "Come in, come in, Claire, and Happy Birthday!"
I giggled and stepped into the cool air-conditioning. Somehow I'd just walked through ninety-degree plus heat without noticing. "Thanks so much, Paula! You know, we live so close and we've never really gotten together like this. What can I say? I'm reclusive and demented, but I swear I'm going to change." I had never actually been inside her house before. It was nicely furnished with antiques from what I could see from the front door hallway that branched into a living room on the left, a dining room on the right and the kitchen straight ahead.
Paula led me toward the kitchen. Over her shoulder, Paula said, "Don't change too much, dear, I like you the way you are."
She waved me toward one of the chairs around the kitchen table that was a sturdy walnut table that looked pretty expensive. She asked what I wanted to drink. "Iced tea, if it's convenient." I took in her dress that was pretty similar to mine. Rather it was a single piece dark-red print dress with a zipper down the back. The skirt just reached her knees, but the scooped neck in the front looked so like mine, I wondered if it was the same designer. Her shoes were dark brown high-heeled sandals with open toes. She looked sexy as she turned her back to fix me a glass of iced tea. I swallowed and swore to keep my mind on the conversation, "I doubt you know me very well, Paula, but I do hope to remedy that." She had very little tan, so she must normally wear slacks outdoors. I had to stop lusting after her calves so obviously, but it was so lovely watching her muscles move every time she so much as flexed an ankle.
