My lesbian lust for Auntie Evie

My lesbian lust for Auntie Evie 18

The proposal, part 2.

I lay there just looking up at Evie. Our eyes affixed to one another, her body lightly glistening with sweat, her legs flat, open, but trembly, her pussy still wet with moisture, my pussy dripping wet, ready for more. I was ready for love. I was ready to be married. I was ready to have a wife. To have moments like this, as any couple does.

My heart was pounding, I was trembling, I was so nervous, so ready to do what I wanted and needed to do, but so unsure I could ever actually do it. I pulled myself up onto Evie, we kissed deeply and passionately as my hand slipped back down between her legs, caressing her sexy pussy. I kissed her neck and her ears, her forehead, and asked her several questions as we engaged in the most open, honest, and deep conversation we had ever had.

"Evie, do you love me?" I asked

"Yes, Bella. I love you."

"Do you want us to be together?"

"Yes, Bella. I would really like that."

"Do you think we are destined to be together?" I whispered.

"I am starting to believe that."

"Do you really love me? Want to be with me?" I asked again.

"Yes, Bella, I am absolutely in love with you." She replied.

"Do you think we could be a couple? Out for the world to see?"

"Yes, I think we could." She answered as she smiled brightly.

I slid myself off of her body and nestled myself on the floor at the edge of my bed after guiding her legs onto the floor and sitting her upright. I held her hands and just stared into her eyes, as hers stared deeply back into mine. I spoke out;

"Evie, I am absolutely in love with you. I can't be without you. I don't want Walter or some occasional threesomes. I just want you. Forever!" (I emphasized).

I let go of her hands, reached over, grabbed the little black box from my night table, turned back towards her, and edged myself up a bit further towards her. My hands trembled as I opened the box, turned it in her direction, looked her deeply in the eyes, and said, "Evie, will you marry me?"

Evie put her hand over her mouth, and tears started to well up in her eyes. I could tell she gasped for air, as I knew she didn't expect this.

I furthered, "I will be a good wife. I will provide for you. I will take care of you. I will make love to you whenever you want. I can't live without you, Evie. I love you. Please say yes."

Evie pulled her hand from her mouth. I could see her hands were now shaking. She looked at the ring, then at me, as if I was supposed to pull it out and slide it onto her finger. I fumbled with the box, getting the ring out. I held it up towards her, saying, "I don't know if it will fit. I wasn't sure of your ring size, but I want you to be my wife. Please, leave Walter. Come live with me here. I want us, Evie. I want you."

We fumbled around trying to fit in on any one of her fingers, except her left ring finger, which had Walter's wedding rings on it. We got it to fit on her right pinky finger. And after I slipped it on and it held where it was supposed to, I once again said, "Evie, will you marry me?"

"Yes! Bella. Yes!" She chirped aloud. "Yes!"

Evie pulled me up to her and kissed me so deeply, so passionately, so lovingly as I felt her holding back tears. She wrapped her arms around me and just held that kiss as she pulled me in tightly to her body. I had never felt so in love, so ready, so heart-warmed in my life as I did that moment.

Evie lifted me from my knees, pulling my body on top of hers. Even though both of our legs were still off the bed, we were entangled with one another in the deepest, most romantic kiss, I think we ever shared.

"I have been waiting for this moment my whole life," I whispered to her. "Albeit, I expected it in a completely different way. But I wouldn't change it for the world." I added.

"Bella, I can't believe you did this," she spoke softly. "I am absolutely in shock. I love this ring. I love you, and yes, I will be your wife." She reiterated.

We fell back onto my bed, just holding each other. Her hands were rubbing so softly and tenderly across the bare skin of my back. My head rested on her shoulder blade, pinned just slightly below hers. My heart is still racing, my body still tingling with excitement and fear. I kept hearing her say "Yes."

I kept feeling this is where I wanted to be. Whom I wanted to be with. I was in love. Albeit so far from where I ever imagined I would be, but in love nonetheless. I could feel her breathing. I could feel her chest rising and falling. I wanted to ask her a million questions. I wanted her to say, "Tomorrow when I go home, I'll tell Walter I'm leaving him, gather some of my stuff, and come live with you."

I wanted to hear her tell me anything that would make me believe she was coming here permanently. That maybe we'd buy a house together. I wanted the details. I needed to know. But I also wasn't going to push the issue. She was a married woman. Living with her husband. I just proposed to her, even though she wasn't separated or divorced. So, as much as I wanted to know where life was going to take us. I wasn't going to ruin this moment by pushing her for immediate answers.

Evie lifted her left hand, cupped it under my chin, and lifted my face to hers. She stared deeply into my eyes, as if she was trying to find the right words. To say something so meaningful, yet couldn't quite find the perfect sentence.

I whispered to her, "I love you."

"I love you too," she replied as she leaned further towards me and placed a soft, long, closed lip kiss on my lips. When she pulled back, she whispered, "I don't ever want to go home. I just want to be with you right here, just like this."

My heart melted. I found myself wanting her more than I could have ever imagined. I lifted myself further up onto her and just kissed her as deeply and lovingly as I could. I wanted every inch of her. Every minute of this. I wanted our hearts to become one. To know that we were two women in love. To make love as we had. To have the fun nights of adventures, both in and out of the bedroom. To be free of the bonds of society's evil eyes. To scream each other's name in the heat of passion. Yet be so loving and gentle that we could make each other cum so hard, just by rubbing clits. I wanted it all. And as far as I knew, I had just secured the start of that by proposing. I couldn't have been happier.

Evie and I spent the rest of the night slowly touching, kissing, rubbing, and caressing each other. We licked, sucked, and fingered each other to multiple orgasms. We did manage to locate the double-headed dildo that had long fallen off the bed, and played with that wildly. We ate each other's asses, licked each other's fingers, stuck the dildo in our pussies and our asses. We fucked like two hormonal teenagers, just cumming time and time again, until we were both exhausted and drained of our passions. It was amazing.

We fell asleep, cuddled under my blankets, naked, sweaty, spent, and relieved. I was happy that I didn't have to beg her to stay. That she willingly got up, brushed her teeth, washed her makeup off, and climbed back into bed with me without a debate on whether she should go home. She looked at the ring about a dozen times. Even though it was on the wrong finger and hand, she knew what it meant, as did I.

I was happy to be falling asleep next to her, and I knew what I was in for. She was older than I was. Her body wasn't as toned or as sexy as someone my age. I knew eventually, menopause would set in. I knew she would get to that "old age" before I would. I knew her hair might start to turn gray, her tits would sag more, and maybe somewhere down the line her sexual lust would disappear. But I didn't care about that. I just wanted her to be my wife. For us to build a life together. To be wife and wife. To be out to the world. To be lesbians, in the true meaning of the word. To live life to the fullest and never look back, no matter how bad things could get.

I awoke around 3:00 A.M. to pee. When I slid back into bed, it was so comforting to see her there, deep asleep on her side, naked, warm, and resting comfortably. I hadn't spent the night with her in months, since our little sneak-a-way trip, so to be able to have her next to me after all the time of waiting was very warming, yet arousing. As I got settled, I softly crawled in behind her. I wrapped my arm around her and rested my head down on my pillow.

My dreams were coming true. I was holding her in the middle of the night, in my house. In my bed, and I hoped that this daily activity would come frequently, instead of waiting weeks for her to leave him finally.

I could smell her perfume on her. The shampoo she used always smelled so good. I was so tired, but so awake with the excitement of being there. I wondered what the morning would be like for us. Would we have coffee, or would she be making me breakfast as I awoke? Would we be wandering around naked? Would she get up, get dressed, run home, tell Walter, grab her stuff, and be back by dinner? There were more thoughts in my head, coming faster than I could keep up with. All I knew at that moment was that I was happy. I was in love, and I couldn't wait for the day we walked down the aisle and said, "I do," and sped off to some romantic honeymoon suite.

All the thoughts of that blissful moment, her wedding dress, and then being shoved off into a limo to get us to our destination, got me so wet and horny that I couldn't control myself.

I slipped my hand underneath my body and down onto my pussy. I was so wet and wide open that I believe my whole hand could have slipped up inside of myself. I rubbed my clit, fingered myself, slowly, softly, quietly, so as not to wake her, as I kept myself pinned against her so that I could feel her. Smell her, listen to her breath. It wasn't too long after my first orgasm that I knew I needed more. I rolled onto my back, fumbled around in the sheets until I found our new toy, slid it up into myself, and pumped myself full of long, rubbery, hard dick.

I kept pumping myself, dreaming of slipping her wedding dress off, sliding her bridal panties down, and diving face-first into her hot, wet, waxed pussy, until she came all over my face. The more I fantasized about it, the wetter I was still getting. I slipped the dildo from my pussy after orgasm number two and slid it right into my ass. I was trying to be quiet, but I found myself rocking back and forth as the dildo penetrated deep inside of me. I came again and again, dreaming of our upcoming nuptials and the wild sex we would have after.

Once I had completely drained myself of my lust and slipped the dildo out of me, I let it fall to my side after my hand let go of it. I believed I was seeing stars. My head was spinning. I was so tired. I felt like I was in a dream state, almost lucid, yet in the grasp of deep restful relaxation. I fell asleep quickly. My body was numb, wet, exhausted, but relieved of every bit of orgasmic pressure that I had just put myself through, while she slept quietly next to me.

I awoke the next morning to the smell of coffee alone in my bed. I almost panicked at first because I wasn't used to someone else being there in the morning, and I thought, "What should I wear?" Should I walk out naked? Adorn a robe? What was she wearing? All those details were discovered just minutes after I got up, did my morning routine, and walked out of my bedroom to see her sitting at the table, sipping coffee and scrolling through her phone.

I walked up to Evie as she smiled brightly after seeing me coming her way. We kissed gently and said our "good mornings," as I eventually made my way to get some coffee. We had a long chat that morning. Nothing was completely defined. There wasn't any major chat about any wedding. No chat about when she was going to leave Walter. Nothing about her gathering her belongings and coming right back. Nothing about filing for divorce. Yet even though the conversations were never breached, I was at peace because I knew she had said "Yes," and that she was still here with me.

Just before Evie left, she spoke out to me, "Bella, if we are to be together and get married, don't you think I should have keys to this house?"

I smiled brighter than I ever had before. It was like her way of saying to me, I want to come and go as I please. I went over to one of my cabinets where I keep my extra keys, found the ones for the front door, slid them onto a key ring, and handed them to her, pulling her in for a long, closed-lip kiss.

"These are for you to use whenever you want," I spoke in a giddy kind of voice.

Evie left me that late morning with my keys in her hand, my ring on her finger, and her having every inch of my heart. The biggest surprise came on Wednesday when I arrived home from work to find her there making me dinner. I was more than heart-warming, sensual, and surprising. It was one of the happiest days of my life, and led to some wild dinner-time sexual fun, I would have never suspected. I'll tell you about that night in the next chapter.