My lesbian lust for Auntie Evie

My lesbian lust for Auntie Evie 5

I hadn't heard from Evie since Thursday. The silence was killing me, so when Sunday arrived, I kept waiting for her text, or call, or even for her to just show up at my door. Sadly, when the text did come in, it read, "Bella, sorry I am not going to be able to see you today. Too much is going on. I'll try to catch up with you soon."

I knew what that meant. We were done. She was never coming to see me again. I had lost her. I pushed too hard and too fast, and now I had scared her off. The things we did that Friday night had sent her into panic, and this wasn't something she wanted or needed. It was heartbreaking for me. Not only did I feel I was losing my best friend, someone I loved hanging out with and chatting frequently with, but also someone I was falling in love with, wanting to be with, and perhaps, in some ways, coming to terms with myself about who I desired to be with.

Over the next few weeks, day after day, I thought about her. I wanted to call her, to text her, to say what I needed to say. To try and change her mind about being in my life, or taking the chance to try something different. I tried going out with the few friends I had left in the world, tried hanging out with co-workers, tried to see if I met someone else, man or woman, that piqued my interest, but all efforts left me feeling more down and depressed than I had been before.

I started renting porn films from the tele and playing with myself more often to get it out of my system. But every time I'd see some lesbian, or hard-core S&M that had two females in it, I would think of Evie. I even wore a butt plug to work one day, and while in my office, I was vibrating myself trying to get excited about sex with anyone that was in my visual path. Needless to say, rubbing my clit in the bathroom stall to orgasm, because I was way beyond horny, still didn't relieve my emptiness.

But then something happened that sent me on a downward spiral, even further than I already was. After a length of time not hearing from Evie, I ended up receiving a series of short messages from Evie one early morning at 2:00 A.M., while I was asleep. When I awoke and reviewed them, my heart hurt. In summary, they read;

"Bella, I am sorry I have been distant. I have been fighting with myself on what to do. I am very interested in you, but I am not a lesbian. I am married, I have kids, and you were one of the girls I helped mentor. I am so lost, so confused, and I miss you. I want to come over. I want to see you, but I fear this will be the end of my marriage, and I don't know if I am ready for that, or to decide that I want to be with a woman suddenly. I'm sorry. Goodbye."

Those messages were heartbreaking and draining, and I had no doubt that I would never see her again. However, I took comfort in knowing I had touched her heart as much as she had touched mine. I knew she was fighting with herself, but I also read between the lines. She missed me. She was scared. I got that, so was I, but I also believed that the experience we shared was something she was still thinking about.

I responded to her, just saying I understood. But I spent the next few days hoping she would reach out again. I was also lost. I felt alone. Left behind and undesirable. As much as I wanted to blow up her phone, I also knew she needed space. I wanted to write and tell her it was okay to want to be with me, that it was ok to want something different. That I didn't care about her husband or children. I wanted us to open a door that most women don't find. To be the best of friends, yet the deepest of lovers. That, if she'd let me, I'd love to let her experience the full passion between us one night, and she could make further judgements from that. To allow me to please her, and she didn't even have to return the favor, just so she'd know what it was like. But being overly concerned, scared, and nervous, I never sent anything. I just let it go.

There was no doubt that I truly pushed the envelope when she was here for dinner. That if we had continued or things developed more, I know I would have had further lengthy conversations with her about my lust for her. I'd send something erotic, beg her to be with me. Send her naked pictures. Then, if she replied she liked seeing that, I would have sent more with myself ramming my fingers, my toys, or even my hairbrush handle into my pussy or my ass. And I knew that if I sent those now, it wouldn't get her any closer. If anything, it would push her further away. I had to accept that she wasn't going to be with me, no matter if she wanted it or not.

However, during our time apart, I came to realize I wanted a woman. I started to believe I felt more comfortable with her on my couch and touching her than I had with any man I had ever been with. In my mind, I believed I'd be better off dating girls, sucking tits, eating pussy, and being as feminine as we could be.

I had to move forward. I had let Evie go. I had to chalk all this up to a life lesson, an experience, and one that opened a door for me to find love different from anything I had ever known. To move on, find someone else, and focus on dating women. Just as I started that process, one late Wednesday evening, Evie showed up at my house unexpectedly.

I was rather confused about who was there when I heard my doorbell ring. When I opened the door, Evie stood frozen on my doorstep. Her eyes were wide, her chest rising and falling fast, like she had run all the way over. She looked tired, worn out, and looked like a deer in the headlights. I knew it took her every bit of courage and strength to come over, unannounced, to see me. When she walked in, and I closed the door, she started to talk, to explain herself, but she couldn't find the words. I whispered, "Shush," pulled her into me, and just held her tightly. I felt her let her guard down. Felt her muscles relax and her breath adjust to normal levels. When I pulled back slightly, I looked into her eyes deeply, leaned forward, and put my lips onto hers. She hesitated for a few moments, but when her mouth opened, our tongues met with such passion and desire that it felt like we knew we were in love and finally had the chance to be together.

When she pulled away for a moment, I looked deeply into her eyes, and I whispered, "I miss you, and I love you."

My words brought tears to her eyes. Even though she never said anything back, I suspected she felt the same and needed to hear that. I didn't let her say another word. Even though I was scared and my heart was pounding, I knew this was my chance. As we kissed again and our passions grew, I slipped her coat from her shoulders, letting it fall to the ground. I reached down and cupped her left breast, squeezing firmly, as her body reacted. Evie kicked off her shoes, coming down to eye level with me. As we kissed deeply and the passion grew, our lips parted for a moment as I pulled her shirt up and over her head. She started to whisper, "Bella, I can't..." But she stopped mid-sentence and pulled my face directly across from hers, looked into my eyes deeply, and pushed her lips onto mine, so forcefully as if she was letting her fears go.

"I want this," I spoke softly during our kiss. "I want you."

I took Evie by the hand and walked her to my bedroom. I lit the lamp and stood at the edge of my bed, kissing her softly. I pulled my t-shirt over my head, unclasped my bra, and stood chest to chest with her. I unhooked her bra, letting it fall onto the floor between us. I cupped, caressed, and eventually sucked both of her nipples. We kissed deeply and erotically, and I think for the first time in her life, she was being seduced by someone who had more love and desire for her than anyone in the past.

"Bella," She spoke softly as she broke from our kiss momentarily. "What happens if I like it?"

"I don't know Evie," I replied as I looked deeply into her eyes.

Evie and I stood face to face, chest to chest, gazing at each other, as if we were looking into each other's souls. The only sounds were our breathing. It was as if time had frozen. I guided her down onto the edge of my bed, slid my jeans down, but left my panties on. I knelt down in front of her, holding her hands, looking deeply into her eyes, but never said a word. I guided her onto her back, leaving her feet on the floor. I slowly rose over her, sucked on her tits, kissed her mouth, nibbled on her ear, all while my hand was sliding up and in between her legs, all over her pussy. I knew she was aroused, I knew she was scared, but I also knew why she had come. She wanted this. She wanted me, and I was going to show her how much I loved her.

I unbuttoned her jeans, unzipped them, and even though she was whispering, "Bella, I don't know, I'm unsure, I have never..." Her hips lifted, and I slid her pants down and off of her. I went back down on my knees, and I was rubbing my hands on her legs as she sat perched on her elbows, watching me.

As I knelt before her, I could see the panic in her eyes. She whispered to me several times, indicating how nervous and uneasy she was about all of this, yet she was watching me, waiting for me to take her.

I softly kissed between her thighs, starting at her knees and working my way up. I could feel her reaction, her fear, and her excitement, but she was letting me go forward.

I put my lips on her panties right at her clit, pushing my mouth down hard, so she could feel my breath through them, as my fingers were under my neck lightly tantalizing her pussy. I was dripping wet and pulsing, and wished I had a vibrating toy in both holes, while I slowly teased her. When I felt she was ready, I grabbed both sides of her panties and slid them down and off of her. She spread her legs very slowly, as she was very reluctant and embarrassed to open them and show me her pussy.

Tonight, at that moment, I was going to eat her pussy so hard that she'd be squirting before I was done. Her husband, Walter, had nothing on my fingers and my tongue, and since he wasn't loving, compassionate, emotional, or desiring her, it was his loss. Tonight, by chance or because the stars and moon aligned, I was going to be a lesbian, I was going to eat pussy, and it was Evie's pussy I was going to get.

I slowly started kissing along her legs again as my hand reached down to cup and caress her soft, subtly wet pussy. When I finally hit that spot, I leaned in completely and slid my tongue from her ass to her clit, getting my first taste of her. She chirped aloud when my tongue hit her wet skin, but her eyes were affixed to mine as I did it.

Her pussy was wide, older, worn out, and slightly hairier than I would have liked, but this was my chance. I used both hands to slide her lips apart and dove my tongue deep inside of her. I licked, swirled, and caressed every inch as far in as I could go, while listening to her moan. When my mouth encompassed her clit, and my tongue was swirling around that special spot, her eyes were affixed to mine, her mouth wide open, her elbows barely supporting her own weight.

With each swirl of my tongue, I began to realize just how much I wanted this. And I don't mean just her, I mean eating pussy. I was so wet, so excited, so scared and nervous, yet so aroused, so alive, and feeling as if there was no place else, I would rather be than on my knees licking away. Just looking up and over her naked body, seeing her tits, her beautiful face, hearing her moans, her whimpers, while I knelt like a good girl, pleasing my woman, sent me into overload.

As my mouth encompassed her clit, I slid a finger inside of her. Then two. With each push of my fingers, her slit widened, got wetter, and I was bringing her closer and closer to orgasm. Within minutes, she was moaning out my name, her feet now resting on the edge of the mattress, while my face was buried deep in her slippery, wet slit. Even though I heard her say, "Bella, I can't," her actions dictated differently.

I licked and licked and sucked and sucked, until she exploded for the first time. Her legs shaking, her body arching, her moans loud, profound, and pleasurable. I didn't stop. I just kept going. I was going to make her want me so bad that she would suddenly realize how much she wanted my pussy. I slurped my way to her second orgasm as she lay flat on her bed, her hand reaching down, holding the top of my head, keeping my face between her legs. She cried out when number two hit. Her legs locked, pinning my face between her thighs, her words of "Stop, Bella. Stop," made me smile as I knew she was releasing out pleasures she hadn't had in a long time.

"FUCK!" She cried out. "I want more."

I rose from my kneeling position as she slid herself further onto the mattress. I climbed up and on top of her, placing my chest onto hers. Her face met mine, and she started kissing me so deeply, so erotically, and so wildly, because she was kissing me as she had never kissed before. Her hands were grasping and squeezing my ass cheeks. I knew I had her. I knew she liked it, and in the upcoming moments, I knew she was going to go further with me than she ever thought she would. And truth be told, even though I felt I was on a mission, eating her out and now being naked with her, kissing, and loving her was the biggest hint I got that I liked and wanted pussy.

Evie rolled me off her and onto my back. She lay on her side next to me, squeeing and cupping my tits. Her hand left my tits and started to wander over my body, passing my stomach, and onto my pussy. After rubbing me for a while over my panties, she slipped her hand down into them, feeling my silky skin and wet slit. Evie's had slid up and down over me for a while, occasionally rubbing my clit.

I was kissing her so deeply and lovingly, as she had her real, true first feel of another woman's pussy. I was so aroused, so excited, so wet, and so ready that I lifted my hips and slid my panties off, as her hand kept caressing me. I had been fantasizing about this moment for months, and now here we were, absolutely naked, making love, and all I wanted was for her to finger me hard.

"Finger me." I moaned out throughout the kiss as I spread my legs further apart.

I felt her slip one finger inside of me. Then eventually two. Evie's fingers slid in and out of my pussy softly and slowly at first. It felt so good to have someone else's fingers deep inside of me. Her speed and depth varied as she progressed, and she had me on the edge of orgasm many times. I was shaking back and forth, almost rocking on the mattress, getting closer and closer to coming.

It wasn't long until I came for the first time. She slid her fingers out of me and slowly started rubbing my clit, just as my body turned closer to her and my arm reached out between her legs. We lay there rubbing each other's clit, kissing, caressing, and enjoying every second of love as only two women can. After I came the second time, she withdrew her fingers, put them in her mouth, and sucked on them, as if she was trying to taste every bit of my juices. I pulled her fingers from her mouth and slipped them into mine, tasting myself and her saliva, only to guide her hand back down and have her rub my clit even more.

When we finally started to cool after another orgasm each and were just lying together, I pulled my blankets over us. Just lying there next to her, my head resting on her shoulder, just along the side of her face, feeling her breathing, seeing her big tits, lying sideways off of her chest, cemented the fact that I liked this woman. There was nowhere else in the world I would have rather been at that moment.

When we finally cooled down, caught our breath, and started having light conversation, I asked her what she had been trying to say to me when she first arrived. Evie's words were, "Well, I was coming over to apologize for not being more of an adult and communicating with you even more. I was going to tell you I had to say goodbye, that my life, my marriage, and my kids were too important for us to be together." And she froze mid-sentence... "But... after tonight, after this, I think I might have been wrong."

I looked up at her and smiled as she smiled back. The look in her eyes was of lust, love, and passion that I had not seen before. I slipped my hand back over her pussy, cupping it, and I softly whispered, "I want this all the time. I want you. I am falling in love with you."

Evie pulled me in closer and whispered back, "I want this too. As scared as I am, I do want this."

We kissed so deeply after admitting that to one another that I felt I was truly falling in love. I was lying here naked with her, while holding her big, wide, sexy pussy in my hand. Her lips kissing mine, our hearts melting into one another, and now knowing we had admitted our feelings, faced our fears, and would be back to communicating, I couldn't have been happier.

As we rested in the pale ambient light of my room, just cuddling naked, Evie whispered, "Bella, how am I going to do this? How am I going to be able to be with you? I have never wanted to be with a woman before. But since we reconnected, I haven't stopped thinking about you. I want to be here, but how can I? I'm so lost, so confused. How am I going to face Walter tonight, when I get home, knowing I had sex with you?"

I looked at Evie in the eye and spoke softly, "Don't fight your feelings, Evie. If you want to be here, then you'll find a way. I want to be with you. I want us to experience something most women never achieve. I can wait for you. I can have little moments like these, as long as I know that we are heading for a bigger moment. Just take your time, and you'll figure it out."

With that, I slightly rose, gave her a long, deep peck on her lips, whispering out to her after I pulled away, "I'm scared too, I have never had feelings for a woman, as I do for you. I love you, and I want to be with you. That's all I know and how I feel."

I rested my head down onto her shoulder and snuggled in tighter as I felt her hug me tighter. I fell asleep shortly thereafter. I never felt her get up, didn't hear her get dressed, and I surely didn't hear her leave. The next morning, when I awoke, her panties were lying on the pillow next to me with a little note under them. The note read, I plan to see you soon, but these will be a reminder of me until then. P.S. I liked what you did last night, it was amazing. Love E.

That night started a feverish, fiery passion for me. I hint at what my future may hold. We had opened the door to an opportunity for love, arousal, and nights of (hopefully) wild lesbian sex. Married woman or not, as scared as we were, I knew it would be an experience that would change my life forever.

I'll tell you the first time she licked my pussy and how hard I came on her face in the following story.