Melissa had moved into her new townhouse 3 weeks ago, and was just finishing her unpacking. As she bent to pick up the last box she caught sight of herself in the mirror- her long dark hair casually tossed into a ponytail behind her, her rounded breasts straining at a black t-shirt that she had picked up in college ten years ago, and her firm ass packed into a pair of cutoffs that were really a size too small. She had a smudge of dirt on her cheek, and as she reached up to wipe it off her hand brushed her breast, sending a small jolt of electricity through her. Sitting down on the bed she tried to remember the last time she and Steve had made love before they broke up, and as hard as she tried she just couldn't. The lack of sex was the straw that broke her back- she had always been more interested in sex than most people she knew, and not to have a good sex life with her own partner was intolerable. She had thought about having an affair, but realized that she would rather just be free to make her own choices and live her own life, and moved out shortly afterward. Despite her knowledge that this was the right choice for her, she still felt some regret about the end of a relationship that she had once thought would last forever. Sighing, she picked up the last of the empty boxes and took it out to the recycling bin.
As she walked back towards her house she heard someone yell, "Hey, we haven't met yet!"
Looking back, Melissa saw a beautiful young woman, mid-twenties, with short blonde hair and glasses coming after her. It was hard not to notice her breasts first- she was wearing a dark green lace halter that she was spilling out of, and a long black sarong that showed her long tanned legs as she walked up the sidewalk. As she came closer Melissa noticed that she had a pierced nose and a small tattoo of a mermaid on her upper arm.
"I'm Sara," the young woman announced, "and I've been waiting to meet you since I saw someone new had moved in. I live just across the street, and I'm so thrilled to have a new woman in the neighborhood."
Melissa liked her right away: Sara's eagerness to talk was a welcome change from sitting alone at home for another night, and her gorgeous smile spread across her face as she talked.
"Why don't you come in for a glass of wine and we can get better acquainted?" Melissa asked.
"That sounds great," said Sara.
Half an hour later they were sitting on the couch in Melissa's living room, sipping glasses of red wine and chatting away like old friends. Melissa had already told her all about the breakup with Steve, while Sara had talked about her breakup a year ago with her old boyfriend, and they were feeling quite comfortable with each other. Melissa was starting to feel a little giddy- it was the first time she had had anything to drink since she had moved, and she could already feel it going to her head.
"So what do you do for fun around here?" Melissa asked. "I haven't had time for anything but work and unpacking since I moved, and I don't know anyone yet."
"You know me now," Sara smiled. " When I first moved in here I didn't know what to do with myself- I'd come from a long way away and didn't know anyone. But then I met the woman who used to live in this house, and she taught me a few things about how to find things to do in this town."