Natalie and Beth -- Ch. 1 (Lesbian/Adult Friends)
Katie McKinnon (author) & Andy St.Clair (editor)
Lesbian Erotica - Intended for Mature Audiences Only
These stories will contain graphic depictions of sexual intercourse, strong language and it is not meant for readers who are less than 18 years of age.
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I am a 43 year old single mom of two lovely pre-teens. Well, technically I am not quite single anymore, because there is Beth, my 23 year old lover. Beth has been living with us for the past five years. It all began at our local suburban pool where I spent most summer afternoons with my two girls, then five and seven years old. I had been freshly divorced after my husband had decided he could not handle the responsibilities of being a father and left us almost literally in the middle of the night. Yes, it was a bit of a shocker, and the girls were pretty traumatized at first. But since they had never had a close relationship with him due to his inability to see himself in his role as a father, they got over it surprisingly fast. As for me, I was hurt at first - who would not be after almost ten years of marriage - but came to enjoy my new-found freedom and independence pretty quickly.
Our pool was staffed mostly be local high school students. Since our our high school has a big swimming program there was never a shortage of applicants. And many of the lifeguards were also certified swimming instructors, which came in very handy because I have never been a big water person I always preferred sitting at the pool's edge, with my legs dangling over the edge, watching the proceedings from the distance (and getting splashed on occasionally). Taking the girls swimming was the one activity my husband was good at. He just didn't do it often enough. So that summer I came to rely on our young pool staff to help me with my girls quite a bit. Beth was the head lifeguard that summer, having graduated that spring and being the oldest and most experienced of her fellow guards. She was 18 years old at the time, and that was a requirement for the leadership position. As head lifeguard she assigned the rotations in the chairs and also the instructors for all the little kiddies who needed lessons, and, naturally, she had first dibs on the instructor assignments.
Beth was a breathtakingly beautiful young woman. Admittedly, that is how I had first noticed her. Not that I was an out-and-out lesbian at the time. Far from it. Yes, I had had a couple of minor flings with women in my college days, but those days were long gone and I had settled into my hetero lifestyle without ever really questioning my sexuality. Not until I met Beth, that is. When she walked around the pool, which she did almost constantly because of her responsibilities, it was like a swim-suit fashion show runway, and all eyes were on her - and not just those of the teenage boys and men at the pool. She was tall, dark-blonde, with a very well developed body. Her skin was flawless, which I am sure most of the women my age deeply resented. Her red one-piece bathing suit really accentuated her curves.
As luck would have it, she was the instructor on the first day of swim lessons in early June of that summer. My girls were very excited for their first lesson and giddily splashed around Beth, who was very gracious in enduring all the excitement, and she managed to settle them down and get them focused on the task at hand with ease. As I watched her from the pool's edge, I was impressed by how easy it all came to her. She was a true natural, and the girls took to her like foals to their mare. After the session had ended I asked Beth if she was ever interested in babysitting the girls, and she enthusiastically agreed. She gave me her phone number and told me to give her 3 or 4 days notice if at all possible as she had a busy schedule that summer.
About two weeks later I was invited to a BBQ at a close friend's home, and so I asked Beth if she could watch the girls for a couple of hours that evening. It turned out that she had to rearrange her schedule to accommodate my request, and I was pleased that she considered me a priority. On the appointed day Beth came over a few minutes early, which gave us a chance to chat for a bit before I had to leave. She told me that she lived with her mother and younger sister in a small apartment in a high-rise across town (really only 3 miles away), but would be starting college in the fall. I spontaneously told her, "if you ever need some extra space, you are always most welcome here. This house is really too big for the three of us and we would love the company." She smiled and said she would consider it if the need arose. With that I grabbed my car keys and headed out the door, looking forward to a bit of fun and relaxation at my good friend Sheila's garden party.
The party turned out a bit boring because some of the people I hoped to be seeing there that night could not make it. So after a couple of hours I bid my good-byes and headed home, half expecting the 3 girls passed out in front of the TV with pizza strewn all over the basement floor. Much to my surprise, my girls were fast asleep in their beds and Beth appeared to be studying for some sort of examination. Duly impressed, I asked Beth how the evening went, and she explained that the girls had been very tired from hanging out at the pool all day and that she decided to take advantage of the quiet house and study up on her test to become a lifeguarding instructor. Now I was even more impressed, though not surprised since Beth had already proven to be such a mature and motivated young woman. We sat around the living room and chatted for a bit. Beth told me that her parents had divorced five years earlier and that her mom's current boyfriend was an obnoxious jerk who made passes at her at every opportunity. "Well," I said, "if you ever need a place to stay on short notice, please consider this your second home. We'd love to have you over and, more importantly, give you a chance to get out from under this unpleasant situation." "That is so kind of you, Mrs. Robinson, I will definitely keep that in mind," Beth responded. "Please, Beth, call me Natalie. Mrs. Robinson is so formal."
With that she got up and headed for the door, excusing her sudden exit by pointing out that she had another engagement that evening and was running late. It occurred to me that Beth had arrived by bike and since I could not drive her to her next gig, I offered her my car. I told her that she could even drop if off in the morning since I would obviously no longer needed it that night. "That is so generous of you, Natalie, I would love to take you up on that offer. I really don't feel like biking 3 miles at this hour." So I handed her the car keys and showed her where to turn on the headlights, and off she went.
It was past 10 PM and my energy was quickly fading, so I decided to go to bed. I think I managed to read only one page in my book before I fell asleep. I was woken up a few hours later by a faint knock on my front door. Initially I was a bit disoriented, but I soon realized what was going on and went downstairs to open the door for Beth, who, naturally, was extremely apologetic. "I am sooooo sorry, Natalie," she whispered, "my mom and her boyfriend were having a huge fight and I just had to get out of there." "Don't you worry about a thing," I replied, "I have a guest room that is all yours for as long as you want it." She thanked me profusely and promised not to wake me up again that night, which I accepted with a huge grin. With that I headed back upstairs and went to bed, hoping I would be able to fall back asleep quickly. But it was to no avail. My thoughts focused on Beth. I wondered how she was doing all by herself in a strange house, and if the situation with her mother upset her. Just then I heard some noises from downstairs and got up to investigate.
I found Beth in the kitchen, looking for something to drink in the fridge. "Here, I can help you," I offered, "what would you like? There is another fridge in the basement with more variety of juices and waters. And, no, you did not wake me up, don't you worry. I could not sleep anyway." "I am so sorry, Natalie, I did not mean to rummage through your stuff, I was just so dehydrated. It's been a long and hot day." "It indeed has been," I replied, "come to think of it, I am a bit thirsty myself." With that I pulled out a couple of sparkling waters and handed one to Beth. "Cheers!," I said jokingly. We sat down on the comfy leather couches in the living room, slow-sipping our waters. "So tell me what's been going on with you, you seemed so upset earlier," I began. "You can tell me anything - or nothing, for that matter. I am here to support you, not to be nosy about your life." "Thank you so much, Natalie, that is very kind of you," Beth replied. "It's really nothing all that unusual, I suppose. My parents divorced when I was in middle school, and my dad moved out of state soon after. Since then I have been living with my mom and sister. Everything was ok until she brought home Steve, her new boyfriend. He is a real jerk and I can't understand what she sees in him and why she would put up with the way he treats me and my sister." "Have you talked to her about this?," I inquired "I have, but she does not want to hear about it," Beth replied. "It's like she is under the spell of this guy because she is otherwise a very caring and sensitive person."
We sat there and talked for another fifteen minutes before we got up to head back to our respective beds. I reassured Beth that she could stay with me for as long as she wanted, but that she should make contact with her mom in the morning as she was probably worried. I felt myself really being drawn to Beth. Maybe it was my motherly instinct. It wasn't really sexual, at least not right away. I cared for her and wanted to protect her and help her in this tough situation. Beth, likewise, seemed really comfortable and reassured by my presence. It seemed as though a bit of weight had dropped off her shoulder, knowing that she had a place to stay and a shoulder to cry on. She hugged me as we both got up and said our final good-nights. I felt good having stepped forward to provide the help she needed. Beth was a lovely and intelligent young woman and deserved the chance to move out from under all this family chaos. As I laid in bed, finally drifting off to sleep, it occurred to me how attracted I was to her. Though only 18, she was a fully grown woman, with a beautiful body, smooth skin, and a killer smile. She was truly adorable and sweet, pleasant to be around, and very mature for her age. I ended up masturbating, thinking of holding her in my arms, our bodies rubbing against one another, and kissing her neck and ear lobes, while her thigh was gently rubbing against my pussy..
END OF CHAPTER 1