It seemed strange to be in the house alone. It seemed like there had always been someone else there, but suddenly Addie felt alone.
Her daughter, Shannon, had moved into the dorm this past semester. Presumably so the time she had spent commuting could be devoted to study. Her GPA was exceptional and Addie had no idea how much any more study time could improve on that. But she was a junior and twenty-one years old, and her father had died leaving them with all the money they needed to do those things necessary to keep them alive and happy.
Brent, Addie's nineteen-year-old son, worked in Daytona and came home most weekends. He called every couple of days and when he was at home they spent a lot of time together. She wished he could find as good a job closer so he could still live at home.
Before Hal died, the house never seemed quite this empty. Addie guessed it's because she always expected him to be home soon. And the kids were always around. If it weren't for Janet next door, she wouldn't have a soul to talk to all day. Then there's the other problem, that big empty bed all night.
At first, she just sat and cried. Sometimes it lasted for hours at a time. But the grief councilor from the church, assured her that it was normal to bawl like that. And after weeks and months, the tears stopped coming. But it's still hard. Addie and Hal had been married for seventeen years, had the two wonderful kids and then suddenly, one heart attack and Hal is gone forever. 'It's just not fair,' she thought.
They had married young, that happens in small towns in the south, and the children came early. Addie is thirty-eight now, and Janet says she is still attractive. But could she ever start over again?
She hungered for the attention Hal had given her. He had been caring and loving, and when they made love, it was wonderful. Addie would lie awake at night sometimes and remember how it felt when his long thick cock would penetrate to the very depths of her soul. She could still feel his hands on her tits and his tongue on her clit. She recalled the sensation of his hot seed filling her pussy or her throat when he emptied himself inside of her. She gets wet every time she thinks about him.
'My God,' Addie thought, 'my pussy is absolutely flowing right now.'
Addie squeezed her thighs together in an effort to make the feelings go away. But she knew that they would only come back if she didn't make herself cum. The ache would come back regardless, but cumming would help for now.
She went into the family room, in the back of the house and sat on the sofa. She pulled the hem of her soft sundress up to her hips as she sat. Her fingers slipped between her legs and moved over the smooth shiny satin of her panties. Looking down, she could see the dark spot her wetness had caused. She drew the thin strip of satin to one side and pushed a finger deep into her cleft, rubbing her thumb over her extended clit.
A shock went through her body at first contact, sending her soaring into a hard orgasm.
'Geez,' she thought, 'it only takes a few seconds to get off. Hal would keep her going forever.'
Addie opened her eyes, after several moments, and saw Janet standing outside the sliding glass door. Janet was staring at Addie's hands, which were still firmly in place between her outspread thighs. Janet slowly slid the heavy door open far enough to squeeze through, and entered the room. She closed the door behind her and crossed the short distance from the door and the sofa. Addie's eyes were locked on Janet's. Neither of them even blinked.
Janet sank to her knees in front of Addie, pushing her knees even farther apart. Taking Addie's hands in hers, Janet pulled them away from Addie's drenched opening. The blue satin slid back across Addie's sandy brown fur. Janet placed Addie's hands on the sofa beside her and reached for the thin strips holding the blue thong on Addie's hips. Slowly, Janet drew the damp satin down Addie's legs. Their eyes remained connected.
Janet let her gaze drop to Addie's center. Her hands moved ahead and her fingers gently parted the soft hair covering the feathery folds, which lay beneath. As if in a trance, Addie watched as Janet's face closed the short distance into the V between her legs. She watched as Janet parted her lips and extended her pink tongue, sweeping slowly up from below and dragging it across her inflamed love button.
Once, twice, three times, Janet thrust her tongue along Addie's smoldering lips, sweeping over her raging clit. Then Addie closed her eyes and let the sensations fill her, mind, body and soul. The orgasm overtook her and she screamed. It had been three long years since anyone had touched her. And it had been another woman that had taken her to the heights again.
'Have I become that desperate?' she thought to herself.
But the sensations were undeniable.
"You all right, Addie?" Janet asked, softly.
"I don't know," Addie gasped. "Why did you do that to me?"
"I'm not quite sure," Janet answered. "I was coming over and when I looked through the door and saw you doing yourself, I couldn't help myself. You looked like you needed someone to help you."
"Jesus, Janet," Addie whispered, "have we become lesbians now?"
"Oh, I don't think we have to worry about that," Janet soothed. "Is this your first experience with another woman?"
"Yes," Addie confided. "And it was wonderful. Have you done it before?"
"I have, lots of times," Janet answered. "But there's nothing that can beat a hard cock filling you up."
Addie wept. Janet held her close for a long time, until the sobbing stopped.
"You really miss him, don't you?" Janet asked.
"Some days much more than others," Addie replied, collecting herself and standing up. "Thanks for what you just did. It was wonderful. But I don't think I'm ready for a long term commitment to a relationship with a female, right now."
Addie bent and kissed Janet on the lips, softly and tenderly.
"But I enjoyed that and I want to do it again," Addie said sweetly.
