Sarah Needs Help

My name is Sarah.

I'm a recently widowed middle-aged woman with three daughters. I'm also completely overwhelmed by life on my own with three kids.

Oh, we're not too bad off materially. Before the accident, my husband, Don Porter, had been a building contractor, and made fairly good money. He knew the ins and outs of the housing industry and was able to get us a good home at a fairly low cost which he then got paid off relatively quickly. He also left a pension fund which allows us to get by, although we don't have a lot to spare.

So even though money is not a major problem, I'm not adjusting well to life on my own. I just feel lost and bewildered without his direction.

Part of me is telling me I need to find someone new, but part of me is holding back, saying I don't want another man. Then it hit me: the reason I'm reluctant is that I don't want a man, I want a woman.

Remembering back: when I was in high school I had been curious about what it would be like to kiss a girl, maybe even make love to a girl. At one point I even had a crush on one of the prettiest girls in school; then later on she actually became homecoming queen, and I felt so outclassed that I didn't even dare look at her.

I never acted on any of those feelings, of course, and then when I met Don, those feelings got pushed to the back of my mind and I ignored them.

But now I'm sure. I want a woman to belong to.

How do I go about finding one?

Well, how do we do anything these days? Google it.

Ok, google says there are around 2500 dating sites just in the U.S. Noooo, that's too overwhelming! I wanna run away screaming!

Stop, stop, that won't help. Narrow it down. What about just lesbian dating sites? That's still a lot. Here, this one has the word "pink" in it. I like pink, I'll go there.

Alright, I've gone pink and set up an account. Now I need to create a profile. I should put in my name, address, and contact information, and a picture.

Here is the profile: "I'm a middle-aged widow with three daughters. Ever since my husband died I've felt lost and overwhelmed. I try to put on a brave face for my girls, but I don't know how much longer I can cope.

I struggle through each day by habit and routine, but I feel like I'm rushing out of control into a train wreck, and I don't know how to stop. Can someone give me direction and courage?

Please help me, I don't know what to do."

Oh my god, what have I done? That's my profile? I'm totally pathetic. Nobody will want anything to do with me.

Now what? The next step would be for me to browse other profiles; but there are so many of them, where do I start? It's just too much, I can't deal with it right now. I have to wait.

Maybe someone will send me a message.

- - -

Ok, I think I'll go look at that account I set up yesterday.

Nope, nothing happened; no messages. Well, I shouldn't be surprised, of course. It just shows how useless and pathetic I am, naturally no one will be interested. Shall I start browsing profiles? Maybe I can find some one to send a message to. No, I still can't face that right now. Maybe tomorrow.

- - -

Now it's been three days since I set up that PinkCupid account. I couldn't bear to look at it yesterday, but I have to do something. Somehow I've got to get up the nerve to message somebody.

Oh, wait! Suddenly I have three messages! All dated today. Oh, wow!

Charlene says: "You poor dear! I'm really touched by your plea, and I hope there will be some way I can help you. Let's talk."

Martina says: "You might be the kind of woman I'm looking for. Message me, and let's find a way to set up a meeting."

Sally says: "Your profile is really activating my protective instincts. Let's chat, and we'll try to find out what I can do for you."

This is stunning! There are actually three women interested in me?

Uh ... now how am I going to handle it? How am I going to choose between them? Well actually I suppose I should read their profiles.

The first one is Charlene Taylor: "I like helping people and satisfying their needs. It gives me a sense of accomplishment, and makes me feel worthwhile.

I've had a couple of girlfriends in the past, but didn't form long-term relationships, so I'm still looking for the one.

Currently employed in a chain department store, where I've been long enough to become a supervisor."

The next one is Martina Ruspoli: "I'm a recent immigrant from Italy. I left to distance myself from my devout catholic family who can't deal with my lesbian orientation.

By occupation I'm a translator. I work for a company with facilities in both Italy and the U.S. Also I'm able to pick up a fair amount of free-lance work.

I don't like conflict (get way too much of that from my family), so I'm hoping to find a partner who is cooperative and agreeable."

Also there is Sally North: "I've always been the adventurous, inquisitive, explorer type. Lately however, I've been feeling a need to settle down and have a family.

Unfortunately this doesn't sit well with my former partner, who is adamant about wanting nothing to do with kids. So that led us to separate.

Now I'm seeking another woman who wants children. I'm thinking in terms of artificial insemination, but other possibilities or arrangements are not out of the question.

I'm a genetic engineer by profession, and make a rather good salary."

- - -

Well, they all seem like good people. I don't know ... this is exactly the kind of thing I'm not good at; it's part of the reason I need somebody else's help.

Of course! That's it! Since I need their help; I need them to decide for me. The only way to really know who might be right for me is to meet them in person. So we should all four get together to see how we will get along.

Now I need to tell them that.

"Thank you so much for reaching out to me.

However, now I find myself in a quandry. I suddenly have messages from three different women asking to contact me. I don't know how to handle this. I'm indecisive and easily confused; it's part of the reason I need your help.

Can we all get together to talk and get to know each other? I can arrange for my girls to spend most of this Saturday visiting their cousins. That way we can all meet at my place after lunch (around 1:00-ish) to discuss the best course of action. I'm willing to accept whatever decision the three of you will make about me.

Are you free to come here on Saturday?"

Charlene replies: "Yes, I would love to be able to help you out. See you on Saturday."

Sally replies: "Are you sure about this? You're inviting three strangers into you home to let them decide about the rest of your life. I mentioned before that you're making me feel protective of you. So in order to protect you, yes I will definitely be there."

Martina replies: "This sounds very intriguing. I joined PinkCupid to meet women. Here I can meet three at once, so yes, I'm looking forward to it.

However, I'm not willing to wait that long for you. Therefore, tomorrow after you've gotten your kids packed off to school, you will leave your front door unlocked.

This is your first command from your new mistress."

- - -

Well, Charlene seems very sweet, and I'm sure Sally is giving very good advice; but Martina has given me a command, and somehow that's a great relief and makes me feel relaxed. That really is what I really want.

- - -

Well, now it's morning, and my girls are on the bus headed to school. Now what do I do?

Yes, I'll leave the door unlocked, and it's pretty clear what Martina's intentions are; but should I just sit around and wait for her? She didn't say when she'll be here. No, that would leave me even more of a nervous wreck.

Actually, I've got those dirty dishes in the sink. I didn't do them last night because I was up so late with the messaging, so I better get those taken care of.

- - -

There; it's almost done, I'll get this last item into the dish drainer.

Suddenly I'm startled by a pair of arms wrapping around me from behind.

"Hello Sarah. I'm Martina." She says softly right in my ear, as she holds me closely and I feel her breasts pressing against my back.

Recovering from my startled jerk, I manage to whisper: "Oh thank god, you made it! It all seemed like a dream, I wasn't sure ..."

Martina chuckles: "Oh yes, I'm very real dear, and I'm here for you now." Then she turns my head to the side and leans in to give me a kiss. And there it is: the first time I feel a woman's lips on mine. So soft and warm, as well as comforting and inviting, but she doesn't hold it long.

"So ... let's have a look at you." And she turns me around to look in my eyes. With a slight smile and a gleam in her eye, she says: "I've been here a few minutes watching you from behind while you finished. Now I see you have your hair nicely brushed and it smells fresh, and you do too, so you got up early this morning and showered for me. That's a good girl."

"Next let's lift your arms up over your head." Then she takes my wrists, pulling my arms all the way up, and tells me to hold them there while she reaches down to the bottom of my dress and pulls it all the way up and off, leaving me in just my bra and panties.

"Ok now;" she says appraisingly "I see some padding around the midriff; and that would be a C-cup bra, and some really lack-luster panties... Yes, I have to say; pretty much average frumpy middle-aged housewife."

When I look rather crestfallen at this, she adds: "But that's perfectly alright, dear. It's what I was expecting." She taps her forefinger lightly on the tip of my nose. "And ... I know exactly what I'm going to do with you."

She has a plan for me! This is so reassuring, and also exciting, that she's giving me something to look forward to. Even though I don't know what it is yet.

"But for now ..." she continues, and as she takes my hand and leads me out to the living room, I notice what a voluptuous and sensuous figure she has; topped perfectly by brown wavey hair falling down a little past her shoulders.

When we're standing in front of the couch, she says: "Your hair is very pretty, a dark blonde which goes well with your lovely green eyes." She runs her hand through my hair, and pulls me in to her embrace for another kiss. This time more passionately and as I feel her tongue touch my lips, I open them up and let her in.

Now our tongues swirl around each other as we each explore the other's mouth, and I find myself enjoying the gentle sweetness of another woman's mouth. I'm also starting to feel the wetness down between my legs: this really is working for me!

While we're doing this her hand moves down from caressing my hair and unclasps my bra. Breaking the kiss, she pulls off the bra, runs her hands lightly up and down my sides, then begins gently caressing my breasts. She leans down to lick my now stiffened long nipples and around on my aureoles, then sucks my left nipple while pinching the right nipple.

"Mmmm, that feels good!" I moan as little bursts and tingles shoot from my nipples to my clit. In response, Martina strokes her right hand downward into my panties. She cups my mons in her palm and lightly massages it, then strokes two fingers gently along my labia and in between to feel my wetness. "It's time to get these out of the way." she says, and pulls my panties down to the floor where I step out of both them and the slippers I was wearing.

"Now, I know you want more, don't you dear?" she purrs as she plunks me down on the couch, sits beside me, and kicks her shoes off. "Oh yes, please! I need it so bad!" I reply, feeling glad she sat me down, since I'm starting to feel too weak to stand up.

"Now I want you to take my top off." she says. I pull off the sweater she's wearing, since she's dressed for the autumn chill here in Michigan, and see her long sleeved, v-neck, button-down blouse. It's showing off her D-cup sized breasts very nicely, but I'm now intent on seeing them fully exposed, and immediately unbutton the blouse. Pulling it off, I wrap my arms around her to reach back and unclasp her bra. This puts me looking straight into her brown eyes, and I exclaim: "Your eyes are so lovely, they match the color of your hair exactly."

Now her bra is off, and she replies: "Thank you, dear. Now would you like admire these?" She grins and glances down toward her breasts. I see her perky nipples and cute aureoles are rather small for as large as her breasts are, almost girlish in fact, but quite lovely.

"They look wonderful!" I exclaim, and take one in each hand to lightly squeeze and feel their fullness. Then I bury my face between them, pillowing them against my cheeks, and plant kisses on her olive skin in the cleft between. The arousal between my legs is also making me enjoy these even more, and I move my kisses to her left breast, laving around her aureole and nipple, and then I begin sucking it.

"Aaah, yes dear! That's so nice!" she sighs as she holds me close with her hand on the back of my head. I continue suckling for a minute of so while her other hand strokes along my back, then she eases me away from her breasts. Pulling her left leg up and extending along the back of the couch, with the right leg still on the floor, she maneuvers me to sit between her legs with my back against her breasts.

Now she nibbles on my ear a little bit while she caresses my thighs, moving gradually upward to my very wet pussy. There she strokes her fingers along my labia, then using both hands, two fingers dip into the sopping cleft between them, one from each hand. Bringing one of those fingers up to her face, she takes a whiff of it and licks it clean. "Mmmm, yummy!" she says.

"And I'll bet this is your first time with a woman." she continues. "Yes, it is." I reply weakly. "Good. Now we're going to do a little bit of training." and while she says this she pulls the other wet finger out of my pussy and rubs the pussy juice right under my nose, then has me lick her finger clean. "That's a good girl." she says. "It's going to be important that you associate the smell of pussy with an orgasm, that's why I've smeared some of your juices on your upper lip. So it's time to let you cum. I know you've been waiting for me to continue."

I nod mutely, and she reaches her right hand down to caress my mons briefly, then inserts two fingers into my dripping valley. Her left hand brushes my hair aside, and she lavishes kisses on the back and sides of my neck while pumping her two fingers in and out of my vagina. "Oooooh, yes! It's been so long!" I moan as I feel the climax nearing. "That's good, dear. You can go ahead and let it release. I feel your need. Cum for me now!" And when she says that, the dam bursts and my juices flood out covering her hand and dripping down my thighs.

Leaving her fingers in my pussy, she holds me for a bit while I catch my breath. After I'm calmed down, she brings her cum-covered fingers up to her face and licks them off, then she presents her hand to me and I proceed to lick her whole hand clean. Feeling very loving in my post-orgasmic state, I just keep kissing her hand even after it's cleaned, and this gets a giggle out of her.

"I think you're ready to return the favor, aren't you?" she says.

"Yes mistress." I reply with a smile.

"Very good!" Martina says approvingly. "I didn't even have to ask you to call me that."

"Well, you said you were my new mistress in your email last night. I wasn't sure how to take that at the time, but now I'm happy to call you mistress."

"Excellent!" she says "and now it's time for you to please your mistress; so take my pants off."

I undo the clasps to open her pants, and she lifts her hips to let me pull them down. As I do so I notice her frilly lace panties have gotten quite wet, and I pull them off too.

"You can see that while I was finger-fucking you," she declares, "you were having an effect on me too!"

Now I exclaim: "I've never seen a shaved pussy before, it's ... uh, I mean you ... are beautiful!"

"Thank you, dear," she replies, "and I'm all ready for you to enjoy my pussy. Since you haven't been with a woman before, I'll direct you.

Start by planting a big kiss right on top of my mons. Yes, like that. Now use little light kisses on my labia; move along them up and down a couple of times, then switch to licking. Use broad strokes with your tongue. Yes, that's a good girl. Continue that for a little while. Mmmmmm, that's nice.

Next flick the tip of your tongue on my clit. Ah, aaah, that's right! Now go down and stick your tongue inside me as far as it will go. I'll hold your head and push you in to get as deep as we can; and lick the insides of my cunt. There you go, that's it ... good, good, I like it.

Now back up again, my clit wants more attention. Yes, lick my clit, and it's time to go faster, I'm getting close! Aaah, aaah, yes, faster, faster, ooooh, ooooh, uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhh!!"

Her juices flow freely, and I find myself lapping frantically trying to suck up as much as I can; they really are soooo good, after all! With her spasms having died down, I finish by licking her whole crotch clean. Then she takes my head in her hands and draws me up into a long passionate kiss, while wrapping her arms and legs around my body.

"That was wonderful, dear!" She says with a grin. "You followed instructions very well, and yes, I do get off on telling you what to do."

"I'm so glad of that," I reply, "because I find it very fulfilling to be told what to do." "Great!" She exclaims. "I'll tell you what we're doing next: you're going to show me around your house." But when I hand her clothes to her to put them back on, she says, "No, no, no, dear. We'll walk around the house naked for a while.

I saw from the outside when I arrived that you have a second floor. Is that where the master bedroom is located?" When I nod yes, she also asks: "And do you have a basement as well?" I nod again and she says, "I actually want to start with the basement, and then finish with the master bedroom."

"Alright," I reply, "the stairwell is over here in the back corner of the living room." As I lead her to the door going downstairs, she comes close beside me, puts her arm around my waist, then drops her hand down to squeeze my ass a couple of times, which makes me giggle.

Coming down the stairs we're entering a large open area. Nearby is a TV with a couch and a couple of easy chairs. At the other end is a washer and dryer set with a couple of tables for sorting and folding clothes.

"Oooh, this is spacious!" Martina exclaims. "I really like all this open space!" She grabs my hand and pulls me out into the middle of the open area where she draws me close to her with one arm around my waist and the other holding my hand and stretching our arms out beside us. Realizing what she has in mind, I admit sheepishly, "I've actually never learned to dance." "That's ok, dear." She replies. "Hmmmm, in fact that would be a good thing. It means I'll have the pleasure of teaching you myself. Not right this moment, though."

"What's that door beside the laundry area?" "That goes to the utility room under the kitchen." I reply. "It has the furnace, water heater, and stuff like that in it, and also some storage space."

While I'm saying this, moving her arm up around my shoulder, she nibbles my ear lobe a bit, then plants a couple of kisses on the side of my neck. "Mmmmm" I respond, and lift my head higher to expose my neck better, and she obliges by kissing my neck all the way around the front and over to the other side.

She gives me a big bear hug, squeezing her breasts against mine, then pulls away and says: "Now I see two doors on the other side of the room here. One of them has a 'keep out' sign on it, and the other has a cute pink bunny on it."

"Yes," I respond, "these are my two oldest girls' bedrooms. The one with the sign on the door belongs to Angie, my first born. You can see from the sign that she has something of an attitude. She's 17 going on 21, as the saying goes." At this Martina chuckles, "17 going on 21: an interesting phrase, but I get the idea." "The other room is Penny's. She really likes animals; she's usually quite sweet and cheerful, although her big sister pushes her around a lot."