My lesbian lust for Auntie Evie

My lesbian lust for Auntie Eve 19.

I was absolutely in love with Evie. There was no denying that. Even though there would be a host of issues, including a divorce from her long-time husband, there wasn't anything I wouldn't have done for her. I began to completely understand what love is, even though it was a kind of love I never expected. I was overwhelmed with joy at what happened Saturday night.

Maybe in some ways, I should have made my proposal a little more romantic, rather than in the midst of sex, but I had pondered quite a long time on when I was actually going to ask her. I thought, should I do it at the restaurant, after the show, once we get back to my house, before we sleep together? But I think fear and concern about being turned down led to the way I actually did it, and in the end, it was a "Yes," and I couldn't have been happier.

Monday at work, I was floating on air, but I also had a deep, uneasy feeling in the pit of my soul. I wondered if she had told Walter about my proposal. Advised him she was going to leave him. Would she call an attorney? Would I come home one evening and find suitcases upon suitcases of clothing and personal belongings in my front room? It was all very scary yet exciting. During the early part of the week, we had texted and talked a lot, but she hadn't given me any indication that she had told Walter about us getting married. I didn't push the issue because I knew it was going to be a shit show, no matter how it played out. But on the same token, I wanted her to be with me. To be living with me, to make us work and forget all about him. What surprised me was arriving home on Wednesday night and walking into my kitchen to find Evie cooking dinner. Let me tell you all about that night.

As I walked into my door, I smelled food, and for a second, it didn't click that someone was inside my house making dinner. I just thought maybe someone else in the row of my townhouses was cooking and the smell was lofting down. But then I realized my TV was on, all the lights were on, and there was noise coming from my kitchen. When I walked through the front room towards the oversized kitchen entrance, there was Evie preparing food at the counter with her back to me. "Evie," I said, surprised that she was there.

"Hi, honey," she chimed back. "I didn't hear you come in. Welcome home." Evie walked towards me, and she wrapped her arms around me, kissing me lightly on the forehead.

What are you doing here?" I asked, still in a state of shock, that she was there.

"I told you love, if we are going to be married, I needed access to the house, and I thought it would be a great surprise to be here when you go home, making you dinner."

I couldn't believe it. I was overwhelmed that she had let herself in sometime during the afternoon and was standing in my house making me dinner.

"I hope you like roast," she spoke out as she bent over after opening my oven door. "It's almost ready. "Why don't you sit down, relax, and I'll have it on the table shortly. She furthered.

I was absolutely stunned she was there. I would have never expected it. It was just so amazing and different to have someone there when I got home, and making me dinner. I helped Evie get the last of the food onto my little dinette table, got us some drinks, and when we finally sat down to eat, I was still so stunned she was there. The whole thing, the whole idea, the impromptu dinner and time together was blowing my mind. I must admit the entire time we were eating, I was literally wet. No one had ever made me dinner. No one was ever at my house awaiting me. No one was ever engaged to me, and now, as we sat here enjoying a wonderful dinner, my ring on her finger, the tasty food she prepared, her company, and the surprise she had given me, was almost life-altering.

After we cleaned up and loaded the dishwasher, we sat down on my couch. The TV was still on, but we weren't really watching the program. Evie held my hand and asked, "So, what do you want to do tonight?"

"I, I, I... don't know," was my babbling reply. Almost lost that she was asking me that. "Are you staying for a while?" I asked.

"Don't you have to go home? Where's Walter at? What is he doing for dinner?" I inquired further.

"Oh, no, Bella," she spoke softly. "I am here all night. I told Walter he was on his own."

"All night? Like overnight?" I asked.

"Yes, Silly." She replied. "I am here with you all night, baby. Just you and I."

My heart melted hearing that. I started to tear up. She did love me. She did want to be with me, and now, on a random Wednesday night, she was here. Not only had she surprised me with dinner, but she was also planning on staying the night. I felt like a kid in a candy store. My heart was thumping, pounding. I was giddy, I was excited, and I was horny. I had never had a moment like this in my life, and now, as we sat here holding hands, in the quiet of my house, Evie was going to be with me all night.

"Do you want to watch a movie? Do you want to go out and go shopping? Do you want to just cuddle in bed? She asked.

"Yes!" I blurted out, "Yes." All of it, any of it. I'm just so glad you are here," I replied.

We thumbed through the cable channels, landing on a movie we thought we'd enjoy, threw a light blanket over us, and just cuddled in for the show. I cannot tell you how fulfilling it was just to be there with her. How calming and stress-relieving it was just to be sitting together, holding hands, watching the movie, surrounded by feelings of love and admiration. As much as I was trying to just be comfortable, feel safe, show her my love and admiration by just relaxing, deep in my mind, I was screaming out for her to take me. To kiss me deeply, to slowly peel my clothes off, and make me squeal while fucking me. I was so wet, I think you could have wrung my panties out. I didn't care if she slowly seduced me, forced me to eat her ass, or grabbed a wooden-handled spatula and rammed it into my ass. I just wanted her. I wanted to be naked. I wanted to cum. I wanted to feel her body pressed against mine. I needed her tits to feel the inside of her slippery, wet, wide pussy. I needed to hear her screaming my name as she let loose with another hard orgasm.

Yet through all of those moments and those thoughts, I just refrained from taking her. I just let it play out as it should have been, as it would have as the night progressed. When the movie was finally over, and we had finished a bag of microwave popcorn, I spoke out to Evie, telling her I wanted to take a quick shower before bed and that I'd meet her in the bedroom. I wasn't going into the shower because I felt dirty or grimy. I got into the shower to make sure my pussy was all squeaky clean, fresh, and ready for the sex I was hoping was coming.

I slipped into a knee-length nightgown with nothing on underneath after I dried off, and when I opened my bathroom door to my bedroom, Evie was already cuddled in my bed, covers up to her neck. "How was your shower, baby? Are you ready for me?" She asked.

I smile back, saying, "Yes." Only to see her pull the covers off her body, seeing her naked body underneath them, her hand between her legs, slowly rubbing her clit.

"I'm so wet for you, Bella. She spoke. "I have been all day. Come here!" She demanded.

I didn't hesitate for a second. I pulled the nightgown over my head, cupped my tits, and just watched her playing with her pussy for a few seconds, before I climbed onto my mattress, kissed her legs between her thighs, and dove face-first into her wet, open, sexy pussy.

Evie wasn't joking when she said she was wet. She was soaking wet, wide open, ready, willing, and able. As fast as my tongue started swirling inside of her slit, my pussy was dripping wet itself. I could feel myself pulsing, almost vibrating, while wetness slipped out of me. As much as I was focused on her, I knew my legs were rubbing together like I was a cricket. If I had a dick, I would have probably already cum. I was beyond horny. I was in complete lust, infatuation, and desire while I slurped, licked, and fingered Evie to back-to-back orgasms. Just lying chest down, watching my fingers slide in and out of her pussy, glistening wet from her juices and my saliva, made me destined to be a complete and unbreakable lesbian.

After her second orgasm, I need her mouth on me. I lifted myself up and over her body and literally pinned her head between my thighs as I sat on her face. Her tongue danced all around my slit, my clit, and along my dripping wet lips until I came time and time again. I don't know how she was even breathing, considering I had pushed my pussy down so hard onto her face and was grinding back and forth as I came all over her mouth and nose. I flipped over at one point and put us into a 69, and we continued to eat, finger and suck each other off to another round of intense, hard, wet orgasms. It was beyond my wildest dreams.

When we finally finished, and I managed to get my wobbly, shaking legs up and over her, finally coming to rest next to her in bed, pulling the covers over us, Evie spoke out, "I can get used to this, Bella. That was absolutely amazing."

I agreed with her as I was still catching my breath, but deep down I had so many questions, concerns, and thoughts about where this was going, and since she "just kinda brought it up," I decided to be bold and ask...

"Baby, did you tell Walter I asked you to marry me?"

"No, sweetie," she replied. "I have to take a while with that and slowly let him know that I am leaving him and living a different lifestyle."

"Is he going to be mad? Is he going to cause problems?"

"I don't know," she answered. "Sometimes he's great at understanding things, other times he acts like a neanderthal. I'm sure it won't be easy for him, or me either, we have been married a long time. That's why I haven't said anything yet. I just need to take time with this," she added.

We lay in silence for a minute or two. I'm sure my questions made her mind race about how she was going to make this work not only for her but for us. I know my head was spinning. I never thought I would get to where I was with her. Never thought I would have been with her, let alone be absolutely in love with her, and wanting to spend my life with her. So, I knew it was going to be a long, slow process, but one I hoped we'd get through, no matter the problems.

Surprisingly, Evie spoke out and said to me, "Can I tell you something that I've kept secret for a long time?"

"Sure, baby," I replied.

She thought for a moment and started her sentences, then stopped, trying to find the right words. When she finally let it out, she said, "I think somewhere in my late 30s, I realized I liked women. I got turned on thinking about them. Thinking about sex. But I never took the chance. I couldn't say I was bisexual, but I was surely very curious, and now that I have been with you and explored, I have realized I like it more than men. And it scares me."

My heart jumped hearing that because through all of this, I thought it was my desires and passion alone that made us try this, but in all reality, it was both of ours, and now that we lay here together naked after making love, I realized she was just like me. Scared, concerned, uneasy, unsure of where life was taking us.

"I am scared, too, Evie. I never thought I'd ever be in love with a woman, but I am happy I'm here with you, and I would like to make sure we are together.

"Thank you, Bella," she said. "As scared as I am and how much time, energy, and issues I'm going to have with this, I know I want to be with you."

Evie pulled me in for a long, deep, comforting hug. I think at that moment, she realized she needed me. She needed my love. She needed to live how she wanted to, and even though things were still so out of the ordinary, I had faith in her.

We fell asleep, cuddled in, after we both admitted our fears, concerns, and wants of being together. I was very quiet the next morning as I got up and got ready for work. I gave her a soft kiss on her forehead just before I left. She was still dead asleep, curled up in a ball, and hopefully dreaming of things to come.

It was as if my whole world had changed that morning, as if this was going to be the start of my new life. I'd be leaving my wife every morning and coming home to her at night. I couldn't have been happier. But life has a way of making us trip on the path we are walking, and just as we started to slowly move forward, Walter interjected himself in a vile, offensive way just days later, causing nothing but anger, drama, and problems.

I'll tell you all about that in the next chapter.