The Accident

My life has just drifted along. Rapidly approaching forty, I sat down recently to assess my life and wasn't too pleased with the results. I have an average job. It doesn't pay well but it's enough to get by on. I have a mortgage on a small house, crammed in amongst many others. Not my dream home. Certainly not the image I had growing up. I have a small and fairly old car, not the big flashy one I'd dreamed of. Worst of all, I'm still single and my biological clock has almost stopped. The chances of having a family now, seem pretty remote. In my ideal world, I'd have already had two kids, who would by now been at school. Childcare shared between me and my gorgeous husband.

Not a glowing report on my life. Maybe I'd hoped for too much or set my sights too high. None of it seemed unreasonable to me. It isn't as though I'm hideous to look at. I'm a relatively attractive brunette, with a nice body. One of my issues may be my height, inherited from my parents, I'm a couple of inches over six feet tall. Quite a lot of men seem to be put off by that. It isn't like I've not had relationships but I've always been looking for the perfect life. It's never really happened. A couple of times I thought I'd found it. Only for things to peter out after a few months. The men never really seemed to want to commit for the long term. I even had one relationship with a woman, wondering if I was looking in the wrong place.

Sometimes, solutions come from the most unexpected sources. I was driving home from work one day. I stopped at a T junction waiting to pull out onto the main road, when there was a squealing of tyres. A look in the rear view mirror and I saw a car rapidly approaching. I braced myself. Thankfully, the car had reduced speed enough, so that the impact wasn't too violent. For a few seconds I just sat there, gripping the steering wheel. A brief pause and a woman got out of the driver's seat of the car and came to ask me if I was alright. A little shocked but not physically hurt, was my response.

I got out of the car and went with her to inspect the damage. Not too drastic. A dent in the boot of my car. Although the rear bumper was totally destroyed. There was a similar in sized dent in the bonnet of her car. Although, it looked like the radiator had been damaged as there was water all over the road. She looked a little sheepish but did apologise. We took some pictures on our phones, exchanged details she agreed to sort out the damage, no questions asked and I carried on home.

At least the car was still drivable. It may not be much but to me it represents freedom.

What I hadn't expected was the knock on the door, which came the following evening. It was the woman who'd hit me in the accident. I wasn't sure why she was here but I invited her inside and made the offer of tea or coffee, which she declined. She'd come to apologise properly and to arrange for my car to be repaired. We'd done everything quickly the previous evening to avoid blocking the road for too long. I knew from the details she'd given me that her name is Diane.

"I'm so sorry for causing you all of the trouble. It was totally my fault. A bad day and not concentrating on driving. If you need a car to borrow, while yours is being repaired, I have one that you can use." She said.

A kind offer, I'd have to see how things went. It seemed like a strange thing to come over to offer. She was giving me an unusual look. As though there was something she wanted to say but was too afraid to mention. After a couple of minutes of uncomfortable silence, Diane asked,

"Are you single?.... No wedding ring."

"Where did that come from? Do I look like a dad old singleton."

"Not a bit of it. I knew as soon as you got out of the car, that you were my type."

"Type?"

"Tall, stunning, gorgeous."

"Strange way to get a date."

"That's not why I ran into you. I'd rather not have done that but if I'm right, it could be mutually beneficial. I'm not the first woman to come on to you, am I?"

"No but it didn't end to well."

"This time lucky."

"Are you always this forward?"

"Strike while the iron is hot. I'm used to rejection, so don't feel bad, if you don't want to. Just one thing. Do you like children?"

"I'd have liked to have them but it just never happened."

"I have two. You haven't asked me to leave. So that's a start."

"No. I'm just trying to organise my thoughts. I'm just a little surprised. It's an I don't know, not a no. For now at least."

She left me to think about what she'd said. I suppose I needed to consider quite a lot. Diane is somewhat shorter than me, perhaps five feet four but amazingly pretty. She exudes an air of confidence. Something I lack. I've always tried to downplay my height. At times that sees me giving off a timid air. I wasn't sure but if I had to guess, she was in her early thirties, a few years younger than me. I know that age doesn't matter but if I was correct, the gap could be almost ten years. I'd never even considered dating anyone that young. Let alone, trying a woman, again.

I'm one of life's worriers. I descend into panic mode at the slightest thing. My first thought at the point that her car hit me was, have I done something wrong? Now I was worried about my parents. My mother would be delighted about gaining a couple of grandchildren, even if it was by proxy. She would be horrified if she thought about the sleeping arrangements, which led to this new situation. I'd never even told her about my relationship with Mandy.

To her, talking abut sex is something which doesn't happen. When I started work and began dating I tried asking her, the sort of questions that all young women must have. I never did get an answer. I developed a slightly strange, or so it seemed, relationship with my father.

I'd never expected to end up talking about sex with him. I don't think many daughters would. He was as open as mum was closed off. Unlike me, he wasn't flustered by anything I asked him. If he didn't know the answer, he'd say so. Consequently, even now we have a slightly odd relationship. To look at him, you'd never suspect what he's like, tall, slightly over weight and balding. Not what you'd think of as my sounding board for sexual knowledge. He'd think that a lesbian daughter was interesting and exciting, rather than disgusting, as mum would. Mandy had been wild. Dad knew about her but hadn't told mum.

These thoughts were colouring my decision making, instead of me going with my gut feeling. I was looking at it from other people's point of view. A couple of days later, I was invited to lunch on Sunday. What the hell. It would save me cooking. I have a maternal streak but dealing with other people's children has always been a short term thing. You can leave them at the end of the day. What Diane was proposing was something more than that.

I wasn't just a little nervous about going, I was almost a gibbering wreck. My somewhat battered car, was still worked well enough for me to get to her house. House, is a relative term. While mine is one good bedroom and a box room, this looked large enough to be a small hotel. I saw her dented saloon car out front but there were at least three others, plus a double garage. Car dealer, collector, enthusiast? I used the large and loud knocker on the front door. Diane opened it with a small girl clinging to her leg. She peeped out and said,

"Big lady."

"Yes, I am. I'm Helen, nice to meet you."

Her head disappeared behind her mother's leg and I was invited inside.

"Helen, this is Molly."

I followed Diane into one of the reception rooms, with Molly being dragged along. Sat on the floor, resting on a coffee table was a small boy, colouring in a book.

"Isaac, this is Helen. Say hello."

He did, rather quietly and went straight back to his book. I sat down, while Diane went to the kitchen. Molly who looked to be younger than her brother, came and sat of the sofa next to me. Five going on fifteen.

"Why are you so big?"

"Because my mum and dad are both tall."

She continued to quiz me almost non stop for nearly ten minutes, until Diane said that lunch was ready. Almost my entire house would fit inside the kitchen diner. Nothing fancy, cold meat, cheeses and some salad. Isaac, just picked at pieces of cheese, Molly tucked in to anything that was in front of her. After lunch, the children went out into the garden and gave us chance to talk.

She'd started a business after leaving school, with a little money left to her by her grandmother. She worked on a computer in her bedroom in her parents home. She started buying furniture online, upcycling it and selling it on. It had taken off. She now has a factory unit and employs several people. Not bad for someone who began with a few hundred pounds. I wasn't about to ask about a husband but she was happy to tell me. No husband, a sort of transaction with a gay male friend. Unlike me, she'd never had any illusions about the perfect nuclear family. She had no trouble attracting women, just not the right one, so far.

I told her about my relationships with men and Mandy. She was a bit like the description ascribed to Lord Byron, 'mad, bad and dangerous to know'. I've no idea if she was bipolar, a manic depressive or something else but you never really knew where you stood with her. However, she was the best lover I've ever had. Diane just smiled and shrugged.

"A bit like me. Always some good bits but never the whole package. Do you think we could be friends?" She asked.

"I can't think of a reason why not. We'll have to see if it goes further than that. I've been hurt enough times to be wary."

"Fair comment. Dropping into a ready made family isn't going to be easy. Molly will love you. Isaac can be difficult, moody. He'll come round in time. Just let him come to you. He will, eventually."

I stayed for several hours. By the time I left Molly had been sitting on my lap, and wrapped herself around my leg, trying to stop me from going. Isaac gave me a grunt as a goodbye. Oh well, that was something.

I'd learned that Diane's mum looked after Molly and Isaac, if they weren't at school. It made me wonder if my mother would be the same. To me, she's never seemed particularly maternal, even towards me, let alone somebody else's kids.

I started spending a lot of my spare time with the three of them and even met Sheila, Diane's mum. We seemed to be getting on alright. Although, Isaac was still quiet around me. We'd come to a point where things would either go further or grind to a halt. Diane had arranged for her mum to have Molly and Isaac for the night.

It isn't like I've not done this before but every relationship is different and Mandy had definitely been that. Diane is altogether quieter and a lot more stable. This was romantic, rather than frantic. A candlelit dinner, a couple of glasses of the most gorgeous wine before Diane suggested we have a bath. I wasn't sure that would even be possible. With my long legs, I don't fit well in most baths. This wasn't most baths. Rounded at both ends, taps in the middle, I think I'd have been able to lay down in it.

"Molly and Isaac can almost swim in it." She said.

She tossed in a scented bath bomb as the water ran in. This was the first time we'd really been close and on our own. I'd been a little distant when the children were around. I didn't know where her boundaries were, as regards romance in front of them. That would be down to her. I didn't want to rush things. The look on her face said kiss me. That was down to me, I had to bend forward slightly. Soft, luscious lips against mine, no urgency. She broke away and hugged me tight, her hair bushing my chin. Nothing sexual about it, just bodily contact. I cradled the back of her head in my hand, her hair, softer and finer than mine. She smelled amazing, expensive perfume. It wasn't until she sensed that the bath water was nearing the level, that she let me go. She turned off the taps.

This moment is like a lucky dip, who knows what you are going to get. She began to get undressed, so I followed suit. Being tall, gangly and without much in the way of coordination, I must look a little awkward but she didn't comment. Unlike me, she looked elegant almost sensual, even though she wasn't making a show of it. Her sandy brown hair fell forward as she climbed into the tub. Her slender, shapely body looked lovely, that did make me feel, a little self conscious. I followed her into the bath. Initially hunched up opposite her, she lifted my calves up and over her thighs and inched herself forward. Her hands caressed my sides, up and under my armpits and onto my back. We kissed before she released me and settled back against the edge of the tub. I did the same.

"Not too scary, am I?"

"Not even slightly. Based on my only other time with a woman, this is lovely."

"I thought this was normal."

"I'm hoping it is."

She gave me a brief smile. Her hands began running up and down my legs in the warm, scented water. There was nothing sexual about this, it was sensual. I put my hands down and met hers, our fingers interlocked. We lounged and soaked, soaped, washed and rinsed. Having a bath with someone, when there isn't the immediate imperative to have sex, is one of life's lovely experiences. In her enthusiasm, Mandy had almost drowned me more than once. I'm not even sure that would have bothered her too much.

I was a little unsure, when it became time to get out. With my long legs on top, the only realistic way of getting out was going to result in Diane getting a pretty explicit view of my pussy. Why the hell am I worried about that? But I was. In all likelihood, she was going to end up doing more than looking, shortly. Did this mean that I really liked her? I did, I couldn't deny it. She was confident but not pushy. Despite my less than elegant departure from the bath, she didn't say anything. She just stood and followed me out onto the bath mat. Inches apart, she reached for a large towel and wrapped it around my back. Without letting go, she turned her back to me, we were encased in the same towelling cocoon. Her bottom moved slightly against me.

She held the ends of the towel wide, inviting me to take hold. She stepped forward and picked up another towel. I dried myself, looking like an ungainly spider. Diane looked like one of the dancers from the title sequences of a Bond film as she dried off.

With my personality I began to worry. With Mandy I'd been an object, rather than a participant. That didn't mean that I didn't enjoy it. She took her pleasure but in doing so, she made me feel better than any man ever had. Now I expected that I'd be an equal partner. What should I do? What would she expect? Would I make the grade? I dried more slowly than Diane, hoping that by the time I'd finished, she'd take the lead. I think she sensed what was going on.

"How sweet. I know it isn't but no need to act like it's your first time."

"It may as well be."

She gave me a quizzical look. So I explained the world of lesbian sex according to Mandy.

"If you're expecting that from me, it isn't going to happen. I like soft and gentle. If you want a bit of rough, I'm sure you'll find it somewhere else."

I shook my head.

"So, what's the problem? I'm not into biting or scratching, actually, truth be told I'm a total wimp. I wouldn't do anything to you, that I wouldn't want for myself."

With the pair of us still swathed in towels, at least she was to start with, she placed her hands gently on my cheeks and kissed my lips. As she did, her towel unravelled and slid down to her feet. As she pulled away she said jokingly,

"Oh dear. Seen me naked. We'll have to do it now."

She deliberately left her towel on the floor and I watched in awe as her walk accentuated the sway of her hips, her cute little bottom a picture of beauty. I'm certain her gait was done for effect. It worked. I dropped my towel next to hers and I scurried after her. I'm sure my bum didn't look as good as hers. The way I was moving it probably wobbled. I couldn't help myself, I reached out a hand and ran it slowly up her right buttock and into the little hollow of her lower back. She didn't flinch or ever break step.

A lot of the house was given over to Molly and Isaac's style hints. Diane's bedroom is unmistakably adult. Tasteful. Looking around, I guessed all her own work. Solid, old furniture but given a modern twist. The bed probably Victorian iron and brass but with contemporary geometric bedding. As we entered, she turned and took my hand, leading me to the bed. A we reached the edge, she wrapped her arms around my back and we kissed. A little hesitantly, I replicated her action, running my hands down from her shoulder blades, either side of her spine and settling just above her bottom, unsure whether I should go further. She already had. I shuddered slightly. She pulled her mouth from mine.

"Are you OK with this. I don't want to force you." She said.

"I'm fine. Sorry."

"Don't be. If this is difficult for you, just say. I won't mind."

As if to allay her fears, I resumed our kiss and slid my hands down on to her lovely bottom. I'd had my eyes closed. I opened them briefly, her eyes were sparkling. I think that she could tell that I was stooping. I felt her gently urge me up against the bed and then on to it. A little awkwardly, we adjusted our position. Now face to face, on our sides, we resumed. Lips to lips our fingers making gentle almost imperceptible explorations of each other's bodies. This was so different, not just from Mandy but from all of the men I've ever slept with. Even the best of them were more hurried than this. It felt amazing. I've no doubt that she'd have been happy just to carry on doing this all night. As it was, her hand made a move from my back to my side. I shuffled back slightly. Not to move away but to open myself up to her touch.

She accepted my invitation. Still without any urgency or any additional pressure from her fingers. I've never had my boobs played with so beautifully. No groping, squeezing or pinching, just gentle palming and fingertip stroking. It was wonderful. I suddenly realised that I'd totally stopped what I'd been doing. With more separation between us, I continued to stoke her bum with one hand, I slid the other onto her stomach, soft and warm and getting warmer. I hesitated, sliding my hand slightly to the left and right, before slowly making contact with her curls. More worries. Was I going too quickly? It didn't stop me moving my hand lower. My middle finger made contact with a slight indentation. I paused. She didn't, she lifted her leg, so I delved between her legs. Damp, slick, slightly sticky. She puffed a breath into my mouth. Somewhat behind me, her hand was moving in the same significant direction.

I'd learned from my previous experience that what I do for my own pleasure might not work for Diane. I didn't need to worry, Diane is quite expressive, a lot more so than I am. She definitely let me know when I'd hit the spot and I don't just mean her clit. She was enjoying the tips of my fingers just inside her. I was concentrating so hard on giving her pleasure, that she could have put a vibrator right on my clit, full power and I'd barely have noticed it. I didn't care. This was a first for me. I was being permitted to take the lead. I was making the most of it. With two and sometimes three fingers between her legs, I was rubbing her pussy lips, easing a finger inside and up over her clit. Her teeth gently nibbled at my lower lip. All too soon she thrust her hips against my hand and came. If I were a betting woman, I'd say that she made sure of it, to give me the confidence, that what I was doing was good.

Pleased with myself, I carried on. I'd got the measure of her. Although, bringing her to a second orgasm was made a whole lot more difficult by what she was doing to me. With two fingers fucking me fast and her thumb on my clit I was wriggling about. Her timing was impeccable, I came seconds after her. With one hand still behind her, I pulled our bodies close, squeezing our arms between our stomachs. That didn't stop her continuing to wiggle her thumb. Although she wasn't able to move her fingers. I was stunned and immobile. I don't know if I was one massive and prolonged orgasm or a succession of loads. Whatever it was, she wasn't about to stop and I didn't want her to. Eventually, I could take no more and gently ease her away, my free hand on her shoulder. All I could manage was,

"What?"

"What the fuck?" She asked.

"Mmmm."

"Too much?"

"I'm not sure what just happened."

"I thought you'd realised, we made love. Plenty more where that came from."

"I don't think I can take more. Let alone, plenty more."

She just smiled and hugged me back, before realising that it just put more pressure on my clit. We backed away from each other and extracted our hands.

"Glad you took a chance?" She asked.

"You bet.

There was no more that evening. We got beneath the covers, cuddled and talked until I fell asleep. It didn't take long. Still glowing from the encounter, I had the best sleep I'd had in ages. For once, no worries keeping me awake.

As an introduction to a more stable lesbian relationship, it had been incredible. I was smitten. Diane was still asleep when I woke. I lifted the covers and was giving her body a visual inspection, when she started to stir. Despite having two kids, her body is gorgeous.

"Getting a good eyeful?"

"Sorry."

"You don't need to be. Look as much as you want. Touch what you want to. I'm yours, if you want me."

"I want."

"Not just because of last night?"

"I'm pretty sure it isn't just that."

"Pretty sure is a good start."

She had to go and pick up the kids and I was due at mum and dad's for Sunday lunch, a regular appointment. I needed to get home and changed. We kissed as I left.

Home, showered, changed and back on my way to mum and dad's in less than an hour. Dad opened the door, looked me up and down but said nothing.

"What?"

"I know the signs. I've not seen you this happy in ages. Boyfriend?"

"Girlfriend."

"Hope she's not as bonkers as the last one."

"No. She's lovely. It's complicated. Don't tell mum, yet. Just starting out."

"My lips are sealed. About that anyway. She won't admit it to anyone, even herself but she'll be curious about what you two get up to."

My jaw dropped.

"She's a totally different woman in private."

"I don't want to know. Really, I don't."

"My lips are sealed about that too. Just letting you know, that she may not show it but she'll be happy as long as you are."

Fingers crossed, I've made the right decision. I'm spending more and more time with Diane. Molly is a sweetie. She seems to be really happy when I visit, even more so, when I stay over. Even Isaac has started giving me a couple of words. Just a couple but we are getting there.

Our lovemaking has moved on a stage or two. If I thought what she did with her fingers was great, what she does with he mouth is nothing short of spectacular. So much so, that I had trouble keeping the noise down. The touch of her lips and tongue are as gentle as that of her fingers. The number of different sensations she was able to generate simultaneously, was incredible.

In the past, it could be said that I was fairly free with my favours. Possibly too much so. Maybe in an attempt to entice one of my partners to actually stay with me. It means that there isn't much I haven't done or had done to me.

What Diane was doing to me as she sucked on my clit was new even for me. She had a finger deep inside me, stroking the back wall of my vagina. An interesting feeling repeated over and over again.. She kept it up, as what I think was her thumb pressed against my anus. I'm not averse to a bit of backdoor action. A couple of my boyfriends had begged me to let them do it. I let them. It was for their pleasure, not mine. Not so, what Diane was doing now. The rubbing inside my pussy was joined by the rubbing of her thumb. I think she was just guessing but my flexing told her what she wanted to know. She eased inside and her thumb and forefinger were working in unison, pressing together, through the thin membrane. If I thought her clit fingering was good, this was so exquisite it was almost painful. I must have cut off her circulation as I came. If I was right, I could feel my juices trickling out. This time, there was no questions, no words. I couldn't speak. The whole of the middle of my body was throbbing repeatedly.

She looked up at me, like the cat who'd got the cream. If I'd been a little older, I'd have thought I was having a menopausal hot flush. Although she'd stopped moving her hand, it took a while for me to relax enough for her to removed it.

With the difference in our height and builds, she has a liking for getting oral with me beneath, her knees over my shoulders thighs by my ears. She would stay there as long as she could. Until getting too sensitive, she'd roll aside.

I've also found out that she's incredibly ticklish. Molly tipped me off to that. So, the contact between us is not purely sexual.

She's the one. I hope she realises how much she means to me. Her parents, Sheila and Graham have taken to me. The last hurdle, to tell my mum. It went as badly as I expected. Dad assured me that she'd come round in time.

As if to force the issue, I needed to introduce Diane, Molly and Isaac to my parents. My place isn't big enough for all of us. I didn't want to stress the kids, particularly Isaac, so we agreed to them coming to Diane's.

I was in total panic mode, unsure what would happen. Dad would be fine. I wondered if mum would demand to be taken home, as soon as she arrived. Actually, I was pleasantly surprised. Maybe dad had talked her round. I can't imagine anyone not liking Diane. Mum was friendly but not overly so. Molly seemed fascinated by another tall woman. Dad spending a bit of time with Isaac, was the most I'd seen him open up, since I'd met them. Still not totally outgoing but maybe he needed male company. It can't be easy for him. Particularly now that he sees so much of three females. Four if you count the time Sheila spends looking after them.

Going back to my life audit. It still hasn't turned out as I'd hoped but in hindsight I was probably over ambitious. What I've got now isn't what I was expecting. In a lot of ways, make that every way, it is far better. All down to a car crash and a very confident woman.