A Lesson for a Lifetime in Love

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Long about twenty years ago, I found my true love. I was 19 then, fresh out of school and headed to celebrate down south when I ran into a fog bank that got so thick I couldn't see the hood of my car. So I pulled off at the first exit and looked for someplace to wait for it to lift.I was a normal Midwestern girl then, 5'4 120 pounds, 34C-28-34, brown hair to my waist and gray eyes, soft complexion and simple great attribute, I a firm round butt. I had no prior experience with sex only heavy kissing with one guy I dated until the day we graduated then he up and ran off with another guy to San Francisco. I had been played with a couple times by him, and once by I am ashamed to say my ex best friend, who got me drunk on wine, stripped me fondled me and photographed me for the hell of it naked, with her ken doll stuck in my ass crack. I was much younger then and able to forget it quickly.Well this night was something out of a sci-fi story or mystery novel. The fog warning system along the interstate told me to get off but I waited until I couldn't see anything at all. Now alone driving through the rural countryside at idle speed, I happened upon a driveway, so I thought. I pulled up to it and it seemed to roll along for a while but I couldn't tell where it went. So I crept out it for another few hundred yards until it abruptly ended at a stream, I did not. My car rolled right in and sank to the top of the window. I managed to get out and swim to the bank just as the car sank completely. I had no ideal that my nice new perfect wonderful new dress was no longer hot pink but dull beige and torn at the back. I struggled to make my way to the road and then as I stumbled back along it in the dark fog I heard soft music from my left. I couldn't see anything but as I fumbled along the road I cam upon a small open space like a path, and I followed it tripping a few times over roots or rocks in the way. My right heel was broken and I managed to rip the skirt in the back wide open and gapping without knowing it. My left boob was also peeking out of my side as it was torn away. I followed the sounds that seemed to come and go and they led me to a small little house nestled under a bunch of large trees and as the fog was thickest I could not make out much about it. I found a door and knocked. The music stopped a woman answered the door.She was mid forty, short crew cut blonde hair shaven on the sides to a stubble but bright blonde all over. Her blue eyes were adorned with matching shadow and her cheeks red as her lips greeted me wearing a leather vest that was snapped at her huge 44 Boobs. She was tanned like a goddess and for a woman of some age was terrifically preserved. Her matching leather shorts did her legs a world of good as she said, Oh my word child, what happened to you?I replayed the past few minutes to her and as I did she invited me inside to warm myself. Then after listening to my story she said, Honey of course I will help you. Now don't you worry, that's a pond not a creek and your car want disappear. We can call a toll truck on the morning when the fog clears and get it for you.'Was dripping on her ceramic foyer as she noticed and ran to get me a big beach towel and rapped it around me. Then she guided me to her fireplace and had me sit by it to warm up. As I sat there she asked me, What size are you sweetheart?I am a 1 or 3 sometimes, I replied and then asked, If you have just an old T-Shirt that will do?Well I think maybe I can find something to fit you, she said as she walked into another room and yelled back, You may want to come back here and try these on for comfort.I walked back to the bedroom where she was at and asked, Do you live here all alone?Well I do now, about a month ago, my lover took off with an exotic dancer for Mexico. They wanted to see what it was like down there. She said in a matter of fact way.Oh I'm so sorry, were you married long, I asked deeply trying to be considerate.No honey in the south women don't marry women, best you can do is live together privately, she said in such a normal tone.I didn't quite get the story until a few seconds passed then I opened my mouth and stuck my foot in by saying, So you are a lesbian?Smiling proudly at me she moved from the bottom drawer of the chest holding a pair of short pink pants and a slightly holy tank top and handed them to me and said, Now that would be my name, Liz Bean and that is what I am.She saw my reaction and then added; Now dear you didn't upset me, I have been what I am for 30 of 43 years and I am very happy with my choice. You know you shouldn't knock it until you try it.I almost tried it once, I said trying to inject a sense of understanding as I turned around to slip out of the room with the clothes I would change into, and then added, I guess would have liked to have known what it felt like.She snickered as I walked away because she could see my thong and tight butt and she told me, Dear you better change quickly, your dress is split wide open in the back and your little cute butt is showing.Now when she said the word cute and little to describe my bottom that made me feel good about myself fro a change. So I smiled back over my shoulder at her and said, Thank you for the complement.She returned with a quip of, Don't mention it. I wish I had a bottom that looked that good now.I stopped unexpectedly to her causing her to bump into me with her left hand. It brushed my rear as she tried to avoid me, and then looking at her reaction, I suddenly found myself saying, Well if you mean that why don't you