My lesbian lust for Auntie Evie

My lesbian lust for Auntie Evie 4

It's an exciting feeling to come to realize you want something different from the norm. To feel attracted to someone of the same sex. Even if it's to have a different, new, and exciting experience with it. To suddenly have it ring in your head that you want a woman, to experience that lust, that desire, that taboo sexual moment. For someone like her, who had been with men, married, and who is now stumbling on to it, can be more than concerning. For someone like me, who never found a quality relationship and was now finding myself extremely attracted to a woman, it excited me, but also scared me to death.

See, I was raised to be an affluent, upscale, proper English woman, to marry a man, to have kids, to be a mom, and even though I was a strange teenager, wildly different from my peers, I always felt that in the end, that's where I'd be. But after only a few very brief dating relationships with men, and one "somewhat ongoing" sexual relationship with a woman in college, years later, I find myself wanting a woman. And not just any woman. A woman I first met when I was 11.

Someone I looked up to and admired from a child's perspective--one whom I was now frequently fantasizing about. Someone I reconnected with, whom I had kissed, felt her tits, and wanted her to be my lover. I didn't even have these deep feelings or desires for my college roommate. For her and me, it was drunken fun, something different. Something soft, romantic, and comforting during our lonely times. I have no doubt she went off and got married and would (if not already) have kids. That our little secret would always be just that, our little secret.

Yet here I was, years after my graduation, and I had not had a single relationship with anyone. And, by sheer happenstance, I ran into a woman from my childhood whom I was reconnecting with. Whom, with concerning reservation and guilt, I found myself lusting for more than anyone else in my life. Yet, every day when she'd text, I was writing back. We discussed everything you could ever talk about, just as friends do. But now it seemed that in between the lines of her writings, I could take the hints that she was becoming more interested in me. That she wanted more. That she wanted this experience as much as I did. But the inevitable elephant in the room - her husband, her marriage - would always resonate deep in my mind.

I just couldn't quite come out and say it. I wasn't that bold. I couldn't write, "Evie, I'm falling in love with you, I want to make love to you. I want you in my life. Please come be with me."

It would never come out. I could envision myself typing it, I could hear the words in my head, but I could never bring myself to say it. I began questioning who I was and what I wanted in life. Was I a lesbian? Was this a chance for me to finally accept who I was? I never felt I was a lesbian. I never felt I should be with women more than men. I never dreamt of having a wife or licking pussy often. But with each passing day, every moment thinking about her, it started to resonate deeper than I could have imagined.

Countless nights, I'd lie in bed thinking of her. That kiss, her smile, her big tits, and I'd find myself instantly wet. I slip my panties off and rub my clit, slip my fingers inside myself. I'd envision her face between my legs, eating me out. Pleasing me until I came, then switching positions and eating her pussy until she came. Many moments were spent with me looking down, seeing my skinny little fingers rubbing my clit. My mouth was wide open, whimpering. The sexual sensations running through my body. I'd dribble a little bit of lube on the tips of my fingers, in combination with my saliva and juices, and I'd become slippery and wet.

I slide one finger in, then two. Sometimes I'd prop my makeup mirror on my mattress and watch myself finger my sexy, wet, waxed pussy, as I feel the pleasures of my fingers being inside of me. Seeing how wild it was to watch myself get off. To envision I was fingering Evie's pussy, that I was making her soaking wet. Or how my pussy would look when her face was right between my legs.

I knew deep in my heart that I wanted her cuddling in bed late at night in our jammies. Her big tits free of her bra, but held in by the cloth of her pajamas, being pushed up against mine. To have all the love, fun, lust, and womanhood we could. To end up in a hot, sexy 69 licking each other's pussies to orgasm. For her to have me on all fours, ramming her fingers in my pussy and my ass simultaneously. To beg her to fuck me with a dildo, or a strap-on. To make me cum, squeal, and comply with every sexual demand she could think of.

I wanted us to fall utterly in love. To do everything that two women could do, both as friends, but as lovers. I thought about us painting each other's nails, showering together, to swap clothes, to hold hands in public, to be out, to be proud, to acknowledge the world we liked each other's pussies, more than we liked dick. It all got me so aroused, so often that I was constantly wet.

I honestly wondered if she was having the same thoughts about me. As I said before, I don't think she'd ever been with a woman, but her actions and loving words showed that she was happy we reconnected, and that she liked spending time with me. How, when we kissed and touched each other, made me believe she felt the same way. Maybe her feelings weren't as deep as mine, but she surely was interested.

I don't know if it was a lack of attention or intimacy from her husband. Maybe she was very curious, and I was the perfect candidate. Perhaps she was bisexual and just never had the chance. Either way, I had to get her alone. I had to see if we could go beyond a few little make-out sessions and our first titty play in her car in public. To see if we were truly attracted to each other, or if this was some little impromptu adventure. So, I put a plan into motion.

I asked Evie over for dinner at my loft on Friday night. I rushed home from work to shower, change, and touch up my makeup. I had started some beef bourguignon in the slow cooker that morning, so just as I was cutting the bread and chilling the wine, when my doorbell rang. Evie looked amazing. She was dressed in jeans and a loose-fitting button-up shirt, and white gym shoes. Her hair was back in a ponytail, her makeup soft, but enough for me to know it was there. She was playing it cool, but I could see her nervousness from time to time.

I, however, was shitting a brick. I couldn't have been more fearful of what was to come. I had never had a woman over at my place, especially one I wanted to sleep with. I surely had never rushed home to shower, change, and make dinner for one. So, as much as I was trying to play this off as nothing out of the ordinary, I was petrified. Dinner went perfectly. The meat and potatoes were tender, the bread fresh, and the wine cold and tasty. After we ate, Evie helped me clean up. She softly hugged me, wrapped her arms gently around my waist, thanked me for such a wonderful dinner, and kissed my lips. I tell you, my heart fluttered. She wasn't coming in for a deep romantic kiss, but her making physical contact with me and lightly kissing my lips sent me into overload.

I won't bore you with the details of our conversations that ensued after dinner and the few glasses of wine we both had, but the more I got buzzed, the lower my inhibitions became and the more excited I got about having her here. I couldn't have wanted her more. I got up to refill our glasses and just as I was taking the glass from her hand, my hormones kicked in and I turned and set them down on the coffee table, literally crawled up on top of her, guiding her torso to the end of the couch and pinning her up against the armrest. I leaned down and started kissing her deeply, and she, in turn, kissed me back. I crawled on top of her as our hands wandered each other 's bodies, and as I pushed my weight down onto her in a very awkward position. I pushed my right hand up and onto her left tit. I felt her body react, and I heard her take that long, deep breath.

As we kissed deeply, her hands wrapped around my back, and I started to unbutton her shirt. She didn't stop me, and when I finally got all the buttons open, I started pulling the bottom to get the flaps out from inside her jeans. She assisted me by rising from the couch and wiggling her body to untuck the shirt. I pushed the shirt wide open away from her skin. Her beautiful white bra, holding in the biggest tits I had ever seen, had my attention. I kissed my way down her neck, across her chest, back and forth from one side to the other, until I pulled down both bra cups, letting her tits free. They were amazing, big, plump, saggy, pale white, and ready for me to suck on.

I sucked on both nipples, slowly, softly, just holding each tit up as I did it. I could hear Evie breathing heavy, whimpering out in pleasure. When I went back to kissing her, I guided her hand onto my chest and felt her slowly and gently rub both of my tits over my shirt. I pulled back from her, lifted my shirt over my head, tossing it aside, reached behind me, unhooked my bra, letting it slowly fall from my chest, exposing myself, and guided her hand onto my tits.

I sat upright, just hovering over her, pulled her hand to my bare skin, as I watched her eyes follow her hand as she was touching my tits. The look of passion and desire in her eyes when she looked back up at me was immeasurable. I leaned back down and went back to kissing her as our hands continued trying to feel each other up, as our chests were pressed together.

I was soaking wet, I could feel my pussy throbbing, and now that we had adjusted more on the couch, lying flatter, and slightly off to the side of each other, I was able to caress other parts of her body. My hand slid from her tits, down onto her stomach, past her crotch, and onto her inner thigh. Our kissing was incredibly deep. Our heads kept flipping back and forth, her hand continuing to caress my tits. I edged upwards, towering over her, grabbed my right tit with my hand, and placed my nipple onto her lips.

She sucked on my nipple so softly and lovingly. Her mouth encompassing it, her tongue swirling around every inch. Evie went from one tit to the other, back and forth, like they were new toys for her to play with. "Yes, suck my tits, Evie," spewed from my mouth. I was cupping, squeezing, and pulling her nipples as she was sucking on mine. I was so hot, so aroused, so ready for more. I edged myself back down, lying right next to her face-to-face. I whispered, "I love being with you here like this. I want you so bad."

Evie pulled my face back to hers. She stopped our foreplay, looked me deeply in the eyes, and whispered, "What would your parents think if they saw us? Or knew we were doing this? What would my kids think?

Her words were like a dagger into my heart. I didn't have an answer, but I knew what she meant by the question.

"I don't know Evie, all I know is that I have gotten rather fond of you, and I love what we are doing." Was my response.

We lay there just looking into each other's eyes. I knew this was troubling for her. I knew she had thoughts racing in her mind. I could feel her concern, her anguish, and her fears. But I also realized she wouldn't have been here with me if she weren't interested. She wouldn't have come over. We would have never kissed.

I gathered my thoughts and tried to find the perfect words for her. I softly spoke out, "Evie, all I know is that I love being with you. I want to make love to you. I don't care who knows. If you're not comfortable, we can stop. This is all new to me, too. I hope you want this as I do."

Evie lay looking at me for a while, and I knew she was digesting all of this. Every bit of being here, being with me, being with a woman, cheating on her husband. All of it, every moment of it. But a few seconds after I said what I had said, she smiled at me, nodded her head, and guided my face back to hers. "Let's just go slowly," she whispered before we engaged in another sensual kiss.

We started kissing deeply again. Softly, slowly. Our hands began wandering again, and just feeling each other up was amazing, but I wanted more than kissing and tit fondling. I started swirling my hand around her body again, coming to rest right in between her legs. I was rubbing up and down on her pussy over her pants. I could feel her legs spread slightly as my hand was forcefully pushing down hard, so her pussy could feel my touch.

I unbuttoned her jeans, and I unzipped her zipper. Evie slightly froze. I could tell it was more than she was expecting. I pulled back a bit because I know we agreed "slow" and having another woman open up your pants can be nerve-racking. I just kept going back and forth rubbing her tits and her stomach. I eventually started rubbing my way down along the lower part of her stomach, where her waistline was, at the top of her panties. Each time I got closer to her panties, my hand would drift further down. She seemed to be okay with it, so I pushed further and further with each passing swipe.

When I finally pushed my hand down into her pants, I felt her body jerk and react. Her reaction was fearful, so I proceeded cautiously. I rubbed up and down over her panties, and I could feel a bit of hair and a wet spot, so I knew she was at least aroused. She had not yet taken the chance to reach between my legs. I truly believed she was shocked that she was half naked, and my hands were down in her panties.

"Evie, I want you so bad." Sprang from my mouth as we parted, kissing for a split second.

I pulled my hand from deep inside her pants, found her left arm, and guided her hand onto my crotch. Her hand cupped my pussy, but she really didn't move it around. I unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, just to let her know it was okay to reach in and start feeling me up. I slid my hand back down into her pants and was rubbing over her sexy panties, while her hand started slowly rubbing over my jeans, but never going down into my pants.

When I felt she was ready, I slid my hand inside her panties. I felt her big patch of pubic hair and was just caressing over the top, lightly hitting her clit as my hand wandered around her skin. At first, she seemed okay with it, but as my fingers went further down and passed her slit, she panicked and pulled my hand from inside her panties. She pulled back from our kiss and said, "Bella, I am not quite sure I am ready for this."

I was disappointed to say the least, but I understood her fear. She spoke to me, "I have never been with a woman, and I like what we're doing. I am curious, but this is all too new, too real, and very scary for me."

I pulled her in close and held her, whispering words of love and encouragement. I said things like, "It's okay to want this. It's okay to experience something different. We can take out time."

Just then, she kissed me softly, and when she pulled away, she thanked me. I questioned what I was thanking me for. She explained that my being in her life was giving her happiness. That it was allowing her to explore slowly, getting aroused as she hadn't been in years. Experiencing touching and kissing a woman, how different and erotic it was. How she longed for me, thought I was beautiful, incredibly sexy, and that she wanted me, but was too scared. All of her words, all of her love, her half-naked body, and the wine I had consumed had me so aroused and ready to fucking cum that I had to show her how sexy and ready I was.

I stood up, slid my jeans down, followed by the sexy thong I had worn for her, and I stood over her absolutely naked. I wanted her to take a real good look at my body, to see my tattoos, which she never knew I had, to look at my completely waxed pussy, my tits, my cute little face. I sat down on the couch across from her, pinning my back up against the armrest, naked, except for my little white Bobbie socks, and I spread my legs. Evie pulled herself up further and rested against the armrest, her tits hanging free, her pants still open, and her eyes absolutely fixed on me.

"This is how bad I want you, Evie," I said as I licked my fingers and slid them down between my legs, and slowly started rubbing my clit.

"I dream but you. I fantasize about you," I said as my fingers swirled on and around the top of my clit. "I am falling in love with you, and I want you more than any other person I have ever known."

I sat there making eye contact with her as she nervously watched me rubbing my clit, occasionally slipping two fingers into my soaking wet pussy. I was moaning out. I was spreading my legs as far as I could. My body was tingling, my asshole was throbbing, my body quivering, waiting to cum.

"I just wasn't you so bad, Evie," I whispered out. "I want your touch. I want to eat your pussy. I want your lips on mine. I am fucking in love with you," I screamed out just as I was getting myself within mere seconds of cumming.

I could see from the look in her eyes that she was flabbergasted. She was excited, and I believed she was liking every minute of it. I swirled my fingers around my clit, then jammed them inside of me just seconds before I let out a loud shriek and came. My body shook and quivered. I felt my legs trembling. I was looking across at Evie, who was just frozen, her eyes affixed to my pussy, watching my hand pleasure myself.

"I need your touch, Evie," I moaned out as I picked myself up from the armrest, leaned towards her, pulled her by her hands upwards, as I started to fall backwards, pulling her body on top of mine. I put her right hand onto my pussy, and I kissed her deeply. I needed her to know. I wanted her touch. I needed her fingers inside of me. I needed her love.

Evie's hand slowly started rubbing up and down my soaking wet, slippery skin.

"Yes, just like that, Auntie," I moaned out. "Rub my pussy."

When Evie got me hot and soaking wet again, I whispered, "Finger me."

Those words must have panicked her, because she instantly pulled herself up and away from me, sitting back on the couch, swallowing down as she was choking on her own tongue.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

Evie sat silent for a bit, catching her breath, formulating her words. She finally answered me, as I was leaning towards her, almost in fear that I had pushed it too hard.

"Bella, this is all too much," she said. "I need the bathroom. I need a minute."

A moment later, she got up, gathered her bra and shirt from the floor, and excused herself. When she returned, I was sitting upright with an Afghan draped over my shoulders. I knew she was going to say good night, and as much as I didn't want her to leave, I knew she was overwhelmed.

"I'd better go," she said, "Walter will start to get concerned about where I was if I get home too late."

I stood up, covered myself even more, walked up to her, placed my head on her shoulders, and said, "I wish you wouldn't, but I understand."

Evie guided my head from her shoulders, looked me deeply into my eyes, and said, "Tonight was fun, but it was too much."

With that, she gave me a long, soft kiss on my forehead, turned away, walked to my door, slipped her shoes back on, and left.

Seeing her walk out and hearing the door close hurt. It was as if she had left me permanently. I knew this was all too much for her. It wasn't something she had ever planned, nor was it something I had planned. But I was falling in love with her. I loved every minute of our conversations and texts. I loved meeting her for dinner and our shopping spree, and I was absolutely enthralled with every inch of her spirit, soul, mind, and body. I got to see more of it tonight. And she got to see all of mine.

After she left and reality kicked in, I started feeling depressed, ashamed that I had pushed this further than I should have. That even though we said "slow," I literally undressed myself and masturbated in front of her. I don't think she realized how much lust and desire I had for her. Even though I only had a brief feel of her pussy, I wondered if she was as wet and as horny as I was.