Daphne In The Thruple (Lesbian Remix)

Chapter 1: A New Adventure

Daphne was a few years removed from college which had led her directly into a job. It was mostly work from home, but after a promotion, now required her to live within commuting distance of the home office. So she had to leave her family, friends, and the town she grew up in to search for a new place six hours away.

     She was the quiet type, dressed and acted modestly, but was hoping for adventure in her new life away from the things she had known. She knew there'd be many adjustments to make and was nervous about having to meet new people.  She only had a few friends back home and hadn't had but two boyfriends for only a short time, each in college.

"THIS was going to be different!", she thought.

     Daphne was about 5'5" and medium build. She had long brown hair and brown eyes with alabaster skin. Her body was somewhat curvy with large breasts, but she always thought her belly was "a little poochie", causing her to often wear looser fitting clothes. Her face was oval and fair with pouty lips. Her large eyes behind her glasses could easily draw attention if she'd look up oftener.

     Daphne started renting a pretty two story white house with a large oak tree on the left out front. Next door was another white painted house with two small trees and the whole yard was a flower garden. Daphne met the next door neighbor as she was taking the last few boxes into her new home. The neighbor came out to plant flowers and spoke. "Hi, are you our new neighbor? My name is Claire."

"Yeah, I'm Daphne."

     Claire was about 5'2" with lightly tanned skin, pale blue eyes, and straight sandy blonde hair just passed her shoulders. She was medium build with modest breasts and a large bubble butt. Her pretty face highlighted a small mouth with a pointed jaw, almond-shaped eyes, and a small nose. Her bottom lip was much thicker than the top and, as Daphne later noticed, she had a habit of rubbing the tip of her pointer finger on it, as if she had perhaps been a former smoker, or, some other oral fixation.

     Daphne told her she was 25 and worked mostly from home, but was far from relatives due to needing to be close to the home office in the nearby city. "Are you excited or scared?", asked Claire. "Both!", exclaimed Daphne. "It's a completely different world to me and I'm hoping to make it work."

     Claire said she was 29 and worked an office job typically 9-5 on weekdays, but was working towards a management position in the company. "That sounds great!", Daphne said. "Yeah, my pay will go up two dollars an hour when my training starts and another two when I move up.", replied Claire. "My husband James works evenings and has more responsibilities than he's being paid for, but it's still good pay."

     Daphne took her on a tour of the house. Claire exclaimed she was glad to see her there compared to the others that checked it out. "None of them looked friendly like you!", she said. After the tour, the women sat in the kitchen putting utensils up while talking and having a beer. They spoke about where they grew up and high school. Claire said she, "Wasn't very popular, but not unpopular.", and had several good friends. Only one was still nearby.

     As they spoke it came out that Daphne hadn't had a "real boyfriend", insomuch that the relationships hadn't lasted long enough to matter. They were friends that tried for more and failed. That was her only real attempts at having a boyfriend, as part of the problem was some real shyness. Claire said, "You need to find someone! I'll help you with looking for a guy!"

     Over the next couple weeks they spoke often and Daphne even helped in the flower garden. Lots of the conversations were Claire getting personality info for finding a man and giving advice on clothes. Soon she found herself thinking about Daphne in a confusing way. One day, Daphne took her advice and wore a yellow blouse with a plunging neckline showing off her ample bosom. They had a beer and small talk. When Daphne left her house Claire closed the door, started breathing heavy, and said "What's my deal? Her?" Another time she said, "Why am I thinking about her so much?", as she walked through her house cleaning.