Josephine Myers looked at her cute niece, Morgan, as she napped on the sofa. The short, pretty brunette had graduated from high school the previous Friday, slightly more than a month after celebrating her eighteenth birthday, and was staying in the city with her favorite aunt for the rest of June. She had her own bedroom in the apartment, but had fallen asleep on the sofa after a day of shopping and sightseeing, and was obviously having a pleasantly erotic dream. While she squirmed in her sleep, the girl's short denim skirt had ridden up her thighs, exposing her white cotton panties. Even as Josephine watched, a wet spot in the crotch spread, and its aroma became stronger and more enticing. The sight and the aroma happened to be very pleasantly erotic to her because she was extremely attracted to cute chubby young dark-haired women who looked like her niece.
As an eighteen year old virgin, she had gotten married right after finishing high school in her small home town. The young bride quickly learned she had made two mistakes, and that one of them was keeping her virginity for so long, rather than gaining the experience necessary to make a more informed choice. The other was marrying the man who took her maidenhead on what her mother and all her older relatives told her would be the most exciting night of her life.
It wasn't. During the process of being deflowered, Josephine became aware she had practically no interest in Donald, the man she had just married, and not even any real affection. While she lay patiently on her back on their honeymoon bed, he inflicted a sharply painful penetration on her and followed that by panting and grunting atop her acquiescent form until he sighed and relieved himself by ejaculating into her pussy. The groom thought and acted as if he had done a great thing for both of them, and his bride saw no point in disabusing him of that notion, although she had received no pleasure whatsoever from the few minutes of coupling.
When it was over, she realized that one of the main reasons for keeping her virginity until that night was that not one of the boys or men she knew had ever aroused any real sexual interest, although many of them had tried. Her bridegroom, who quickly fell asleep next to her, wasn't much better than the others who had tried to convince her they should be the one to provide her first sexual thrill. However, he was a pleasant man, who could make her laugh, as well as being a good dancer and very well off financially. Donald was the kind of man all her friends and relatives described as "a good catch" and marriage to him seemed to be the right thing to do.
After her wedding night, Josephine resisted his sexual advances whenever she reasonably could, only giving in when she felt she had to. Having been brought up with the belief that females were sensitive creatures, not much given to carnal desires, Donald believed her reticence to be normal, and that any other woman would be the same way. His own libido was not very high anyhow, so his wife's lack of sexual interest was not a serious problem to him.
Eighteen months after their wedding, nothing was a problem to him. On his way to the corner mailbox, Donald was the victim of a drunken driver, whose heavy sedan jumped the curb and crushed him against a brick wall, killing him instantly. The driver died of internal injuries a few days later. Josephine missed her late husband's sense of humor and his pleasant disposition, but she didn't miss his clumsy attempts at seduction. What little genuine sadness she felt was more than assuaged by the very considerable settlement from the drunk's insurance company and by the payoff on the large life insurance policy her husband had insisted on taking out. When his estate was added, Josephine became a wealthy young widow, and judicious investments provided a regular and substantial income.
She was rich enough that she could afford to move to a large nearby city and work at a job that didn't pay much but interested her and enabled her to indulge her artistic inclinations. Her new coworkers, none of whom were anywhere nearly as well off, were all of a Bohemian nature, and were glad to have a new companion to finance their weekly parties. One night, after drinking a little too much red wine, Josephine allowed herself to be seduced by a chubby, intense woman with long, straight black hair.
It was a revelation! The young brunette did things for her body that Josephine had never even heard of, and that her late husband would never have done anyhow. Following her momentous orgasm, by far the best one of her life, she reciprocated, and found it was as much fun to eat a pussy as to have hers eaten. The second best orgasm of her life was elicited by a double dong she shared with that same woman. After that, the young widow always joined her new friends in what they did after the wine consumption slowed. This was mostly sex with a wide variety of partners, and Josephine found she much preferred getting it on with the women, especially her first seductress and other's who resembled her. In particular, she reveled in hearing cries of orgasmic joy while having the sides of her head squeezed by sexily plump female legs in response to her tongue caressing the clit that nestled at the junction of her partner's thighs.
Seven years after her first lesbian experience, Josephine Myers was in her late twenties, and regarded sympathetically by older members of her family. "Poor Jo," they said to each other. "A widow so young and still grieving too much to take any interest in another man." They were right about their kinswoman's lack of interest in other men, but not about the reason.
As an object of their sympathy and because she was so well off financially, Josephine was a frequent and welcome guest in the homes of those same family members. She was the youngest issue of her parents, not all that much older than her nieces and nephews, and they thought of her as more of a big sister than an aunt. Because of that, and her artistic nature and her job and apartment in the more sophisticated big city, she became their confidante, especially that of her nieces. She also became their favorite aunt, and they visited her whenever they could.
As a combined birthday and graduation gift, her oldest niece, was allowed to visit for a month with Aunty Jo, who was very happy to have her company. The young lady stayed in her aunt's guest room the night she arrived in town, and they went out on their sightseeing and shopping excursion the next day. Morgan enjoyed herself immensely that day, and the change in her routine was helping her get over a recent breakup with a perfidious schoolmate, whom she used to think of as her boyfriend.
The young swain had fervently professed his undying love but, immediately after deflowering the supposed object of his affection two days after her eighteenth birthday, he turned indifferent. Beginning with the next day, he avoided her at school and broke his promise to call her. When Morgan finally caught up with him, after almost a week of being avoided, he suggested that they were "getting too serious" and should start seeing other people. "It's not you; it's me," was his claim, but Morgan was too smart to believe that. Nevertheless, she couldn't very well impose her unwanted company on him, and she barely made it through the last few weeks until graduation. When her mother and aunt suggested the extended visit, Morgan jumped at the chance.
For one thing, she would have somebody to talk to about her problems with boys. Aunty Jo was mature and experienced enough, Morgan reasoned, to be able to listen and give good advice, but not so old as to be out of touch with the needs of young girls and the changing of social mores. During the course of the day's adventures, she told everything to Aunty Jo, who provided her a figurative shoulder to cry on. Besides her shoulder, the other woman had provided a sympathetic ear to talk to, and had really listened to everything her unhappy niece had to say.
