My lesbian lust for Auntie Evie

My lesbian lust for Auntie Evie 24.

What can I tell you about Elisa, without revealing too much? I don't want to expose her or make her feel unappreciated, unloved, or even used. In essence, this story isn't about her, but at this moment, this point, it's about her being there for me, and us getting together for her first, second, and even third experiences.

Elisa was 44 when I met her online. She lived close, was never married, a bit overweight, but surely not fat. As far as I knew, and truly began to discover through our texts, she actually defined herself as straight. How or why, she ended up on an all-women bisexual and lesbian dating site/chat group could surely be questioned. I think deep down, she - like a lot of women- was curious, and she needed friendship, communication, and since she hadn't found the man that wanted to marry her, she was looking for answers.

Elisa was 5'7, maybe 180, short shoulder length brown hair, and small pigeon-chested tits that shot out more to the side, then to the front. She had a big, rounded, firm, muscular ass and a wonderful smile. She was one of the very few women from the site who never really pushed me to hook up, to have sex, or even to share erotic pictures or videos.

I guess in her own mind, I think she felt that if she started talking dirty, sending nudes, or even masturbating to other women's pictures, it would make her a lesbian. I don't know if I agree with that statement as a whole, but I know she had dated many men, some even long-term, but never had the opportunity to walk down the aisle. Like most people her age and the friends she associated with, most were married or had kids, had jobs, had lives to lead, so I think one of the main reasons she was on the site was to have people to communicate with. Places to go when someone tried to get a gathering together, and just meet new friends. And I was blessed to be one of them.

She was definitely there for me when I was going through my heartache with Evie. She was constantly texting me or wanting us to meet up for dinner so she could be there for me. She wanted to talk to me, to listen to me vent, scream, or even cry. Yet she never made a single move to sleep with me or to try to have us start dating. I appreciated her for it then, just as I do now. But as it sometimes happens, during the development of a very close friendship, especially with women, something changed for both of us, and I know I started to become attracted to her.

As the weeks went on, I started to feel more human and finally began to let go of all the heartache, anger, and frustration over everything that went wrong with Evie. I still had true internal beliefs and feelings that I was a lesbian. I wasn't some confused 18-year-old girl who had one too many pints and slept with some girl. I knew what I was and what I wanted. Lord knows, even during Evie, I was on that site, probably more than I should have been, sending and receiving very dirty messages, pictures, and videos, and getting off to just about every one of them.

Like any heartbreak, it was just a matter of time. As much as I missed Evie and wished to God on so many days that she would show up, or call me, or tell me she left Walter, or drop down onto her knees in front of me and propose her love, that day never arrived. But through it all, the person who kept checking on me, wanting to see me, and wanting me to get better was Elisa. A true friend. And one who, in turn, shared some of her deepest desires, fears, apprehensions, and fantasies with me.

Days turned into weeks, and after my explosion, at Walter and Evie's house. I still hadn't received an "I'm sorry" or "we didn't do this on purpose" message from either of them. I guess I expected one, but on the same token, never expected it. I did do a little research on the two names Jennifer gave me. I found one on Facebook, seemingly happily married, kids, family. I chose not to reach out to her. I didn't want to upset a marriage, and I surely didn't want her to find out the truth. The other one, I could never locate on social media or in Google searches. In the end, I just let it go. Maybe they went along for the ride knowing, or maybe they had been bamboozled too. It wasn't my concern.

Elisa and my conversations deepened, our time together seemed to get more frequent, and I think she was trying to be there for me more than I would have expected. I know she went through a bad breakup after being engaged, so I suspect she knew the pain of heartbreak. It wasn't until a Saturday night, weeks into our time together, and a few glasses of wine consumed, that I saw her cry for the first time. That I got the chance to hold her, to comfort her, and be there for he as she had done for me.

But after we both broke down, Elis said something to me that I would have never expected. She whispered out after she had gained her composure back, "I just wish I'd find love and happiness, but I am so confused about who I want."

I asked her what she meant by that. Why was she confused?

Elisa went on a brief rant, "I just can't seem to meet anyone, and the ones I do are so problematic," she answered.

"I know I'm straight, I love men, but lately, especially after joining the site, I find myself somewhat curious. I think I want to do it, try it!" She emphasized. "But I'm scared I may like it, or hate it (She chuckled while speaking), and I don't even know where I'm going in life."

Well, I asked, "Have you thought about it with anyone in particular? Is there a woman you would be interested in?" I asked.

"Yes," she replied. "I've thought about it with you."

"With Me?" I snapped back.

"Oh, I don't know if that's a good idea, sweetie," I replied. "I'm looking for love, not experimentation."

I don't know if it was her emotions, the alcohol, her letting her guard down, or the fact that she and I were developing a deep friendship that allowed her to say that to me. But as flattering as it was, I didn't want to lead her on. To do something so exciting and satisfying that in the end she'd want me, when I didn't necessarily want her. I didn't want to hurt her. But the horny bitch inside me who wanted pussy, who was a bit tipsy, emotionally unstable, and needing sex, overrode common sense. Within seconds of her admitting her interest in me, we both sat staring at each other until that moment hit.

Elais and I both leaned towards each other almost simultaneously, and our lips touched. I could feel her breathing through her nose heavily as we sat with our faces pressed against one another. I wanted this to be at her pace and not mine, so when she finally opened up her mouth slightly, I followed suit. Our tongues lightly touched for the first time, and we pressed in a little closer. Her kiss (at that second) was soft, tender, fearful, almost reluctant, and as much as I was already ready to rip her clothes off, I just slowed my desires down and let her come to me.

As we sat poised together, the kiss grew more intense, more heated, and deeper than it already was. It was like we were both figuring out how the other kissed, making sure we connected correctly.

When we pulled away after a minute or two, I stared deep into her eyes and said, "Was that okay? Are you okay with what we just did?"

Elisa bowed her head slightly, almost as if she was embarrassed, but whispered out, "Yes."

I took the wine glass from her hand, setting it down on the coffee table, edging closer to her, bumping my left knee up and into her right knee, extended my hand out, and placed it on the side of her face, pulling her eyes up to look into mine.

"Hey, it's okay to experiment or to have feelings. I don't want you to regret anything. We can go as slow as you like," I spoke.

Elisa smiled at me, nodded (yes), and slid her hand onto my leg, letting me know she was comfortable with this. I leaned back towards her and put my lips onto her, as just as before, when we both opened up our mouths, our tongues darted into each other's mouths, and the deep, heated kissing began again. Slowly but surely, I felt her fear and nervousness dissipate as her hand started slowly moving back and forth on top of my leg. Her breathing quickened, and her passion for me grew.

The more we kissed, the hotter I became. I was rubbing my hand all along the side of her face, trying to edge in closer, wanting to sit on top of her arm. I wanted to reach out and grab a firm hold of her tits. I wanted her hands all over me. It had been months since I had kissed a woman, and Elisa's kiss was way different from Evie's, but stimulating nonetheless. I was hoping she was getting just as aroused as I was. That her pussy was getting wet, because lord knows, mine was already dripping.

I slowly guided my hand and palm along her stomach over her shirt, and eventually onto her tits. She kind of pulled back for a moment, but let me continue. I caressed them gently, never trying to get my hand under her shirt or get the shirt off. I knew this wasn't going to be some full-on sex, but I wanted her to know how soft and gentle a woman's touch could be.

Towards the end of our kissing, I took her hand and put it right on the top of my left tit. I wanted her to know it was okay to touch me, to want this ad to feel what it was like to hold another woman's tit. As things got hotter and hotter and we were both feeling each other's breasts over our shirts, I wanted to ask her to come to the bedroom with me.

I wanted to see her naked. I wanted my face between her legs. I surely wished she were reaching down into my panties and getting her first feel of a waxed, sexy, hot, and wet pussy. But I knew that wasn't going to happen. For tonight, at that moment, kissing was - unfortunately - all we were going to do.

When things finally got too arousing for her, and I was at the point where I was about to rip her shirt up over her head, pull her bra cups down, and start sucking on her tits, I decided I'd better pull back. I broke from our kiss and looked Elisa in the eyes and said, "I really want more than this, but I don't want to push you too far tonight. Why don't we both be adults and call this a night?"

Elisa nodded, indicating she agreed with me, then rested back on my couch, adjusting her clothing and taking a deep breath. I think she might have gone further, but I was more concerned about staying friends than becoming lovers.

A short time later, I walked her to the door as we hugged and said our goodnights. She kissed me again. It didn't turn as heated or as sexual as it had been a few minutes ago on the couch, but I was excited that she took the initiative to kiss me once again.

After she left and I knew she had made it home okay, via text, I slipped out of my clothing and fingered myself to multiple orgasms thinking about her kiss and what it would have been like to eat her out. To make her cum hard, to have her fingers inside me.

I could smell her perfume on my face and my skin, I could feel her soft, wet kiss on my lips, and as much as I wanted to send her a message telling her to get back over here, I suspected she was deep in thought, maybe trying to digest the fact that we had just kissed heavily for some time on my couch.

I never told her I masturbated thinking about her, and I don't know if she ever masturbated thinking about me. But kissing her that night, holding another woman, hearing she was curious about me, and knowing that our friendship was surely developing more, made me start getting more excited about life, about love, which helped me heal even more, getting over Evie.

The next time Elisa and I were alone, I did take her. Slowly but surely over the course of the night, including guiding her hand down into my panties and letting her feel how hot and wet I was for her, until she fingered me to orgasm after I begged her to do it.

I'll tell you more about the first experience in the next chapter, and how deviantly I took a small clip of a video of me eating her out, and why I did that in the coming stories.

Just know I never used Elisa. I let her make her own decisions. We did have sex a few times, but for her, I think it was curiosity, while I was looking for love. But it was fun taking her "lesbian virginity" and making her cum hard, while my tongue was inside her slit.