Date: Sun, 5 Nov 2023 06:14:49 +0000 (UTC)
From: Andrew St.Clair <andy.stclair@aol.com>
Subject: Natalie and Beth -- Ch.1 (revised)

Natalie and Beth -- Ch. 1 (Lesbian/Adult Friends)

Katie McKinnon (author) & Andy St.Clair (editor)

Lesbian Erotica - Intended for Mature Audiences Only

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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