INTRODUCTION:
The story that you are about to read is true. This is the story of my incredible transformation from being a wedded wife to a lesbian life as the partner of an 18 year old woman who was just starting her freshman year in college.
Before you make any judgement about me and this change in my life, I want you to hear the truth. The facts as to how this transformation took place.
And perhaps the only way to do this is to go back and start at the beginning:
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CHAPTER 1-THE FIRST MEETING.
It was a beautiful sunny day in Wilkes-Barre,PA, A typical small college town. It was late August and all the students were flocking into town to take up residence for the fall semester at all of the major college campuses around town.
By the way, my mane is Angela, I'm a 47 year old housewife who just happened to be married to Howard, also 47. Howard happens to be one of the many faculty members of one of these universities-Wilkes University. He teaches presidential history and is a widely respected pillar of the community.
As I was saying: It was a wonderful August day. I was sitting at home sitting out on the back porch of my home when suddenly a car pulled up into the driveway of the house next door. out of that car came a beautiful 18 year old girl who was dressed in nothing but a bikini top and "Daisy Dukes".
From the moment she stepped out of her car and made her way into the house a strange feeling came over me.
All of a sudden I was starting to feel horny inside, my tits and my nipples were starting to become very hard and my pussy was starting to get hot, moist and wet.
I was rubbing my pussy, playing with it for what seemed like forever. Finally, I left my porch and went upstairs to my bedroom where I took off all my clothing and started to fantasize about this young woman that I hardly knew, that I only saw for abut 5 seconds getting out of her car and entering the house next door.
I finally came not with a whimper but with a big bang. I could feel the cum shoot all over me from the inside as I screamed in total sexual pleasure.
When it was all over and when it came time to clean up sheer panic struck me. Here I was a 47 year old woman, happily married to a fine wonderful husband for 25 wonderful years. A woman who always loved men her entire life and all of of a sudden I was starting to be drawn to a woman. Not only a woman but a younger woman I barely knew except for those few seconds I saw her get out of her car.
I wanted to cry, I was scared,I began asking myself one question and one question alone. Why? Why am I suddenly finding myself being attracted to this woman. Am I becoming a lesbian? Were those 25 years of happy marriage to Howard a sham?
A whole range of emotions welled up inside of me and I was determined to answer all the questions regarding my true feelings.
The first step I took was to go over next door and introduce myself to our new neighbor.
After I cleaned up from my masturbation session,I went next door to introduce myself to our new neighbor. After I rang the bell a beautiful stunning figure answered the door still dressed in the same bikini top and "Daisy Dukes" that I saw her wear earlier.
"Hello?" the young woman at the door asked.
"Are you the new neighbor who just moved in a short time ago?" I asked.
"Yes, I am." The young woman replied.
"I'm Angela Wilson, I live in the house next door and I just wanted to say hi and ask how you're doing?"
"I'm fine, Mrs. Wilson, my name is Abby Randall and right now I'm extremely busy trying to get settled. But it's very nice of you to come by and say hello." Abby said.
"May I come in"? I asked.
"Sure." Abby said.
As I walked into her house I was immediately drawn to the beautiful shapely figure of Abby. I found out that she was 5'9", had beautifully long shoulder length blond hair and had 34DD tits. Her physical appearance blew me away like crazy. The sexual feelings that I thought I had relived myself from minutes earlier started coming back.
It didn't matter how beautiful the house looked, all of a sudden Abby was the only thing on my mind.
We started talking together for a few minutes. She told me that she was 18 years old and was about to begin classes as a freshman at school.
"Howard, my husband, is a history professor at Wilkes. What school are you going to.? I asked.
"I'm going to Penn State-Wilkes-Barre," Abby answered, "I'm studying Political Science. I hope to be a history teacher someday."
"I wish you good luck." I said.
"Thank you, Mrs. Wilson." Abby said.
"Just call me Angela." I said
And then came the moment that would gradually change my life forever.
"Abby, do you mind if I help you unpack and get settled?" I asked.
"Why that would be a wonderful idea. School starts in three days and I sure would need some help in getting everything set up here." Abby said.