My lesbian lust for Auntie Evie

My lesbian lust for Auntie Evie 6

Evie texted me the next morning while I was at work. She apologized for not texting me when she got home, and thanked me for a wonderful "dinner and chat." I guess she was trying to make her texts innocent, in case someone else read them. The second message read, "I surely could have stayed longer. Walter was dead asleep when I got in. I wish I would have known. I hope to see you soon. Thank you, Bella. It was wonderful."

I know she had to watch what she wrote. I hoped she deleted all of our messages so he could never find any evidence of her interest in me. Over the next two weeks, I didn't get the chance to see her. I know she was still fighting herself on what she wanted and needed, as well as keeping her distance so as not to raise suspicions with her husband. Either way, what happened on those nights when she was here was something I suspected she hoped Walter would not discover. That she was starting an affair, but it wasn't with a man. It was with me. A woman. A woman who wanted his wife more than he did, and someone I planned to lick, suck, and finger harder than he ever could.

Evie and I lay low for a few weeks, and she acted like the housewife she was supposed to be. I didn't mind, I understood. Plus, it gave her time to digest what had happened. In essence, she had come here to end things with me, and before the night was over, I made her cum several times while my face was buried between her legs. And she made me cum, fingering me hard. Internally, I would have loved for her to come live with me permanently and start a relationship with me. Still, I knew this wasn't going to be some instant fall in love, file for divorce, leave her husband, and move in with me to become a lesbian moment.

Our conversations throughout those two weeks were fairly benign. Nothing sexual or concerning. She never asked me if I wanted us to date or make more of an effort to be together, nor did she suggest she was leaving him or that she wanted this to go further than it had. I know I wanted her to leave him. To be with me. To come out to the world as two lesbians in love. To start a life together, but I wasn't in her shoes. I was at a different place in life, and truly beginning to realize I had more lust and affection for her than I ever had for anyone else. In some ways, I felt I had finally accepted who I was in love with, knew what I wanted, and how sexually aroused I was by her. I reveled in the fact that I had her naked on my bed, I ate her pussy, I sucked her tits, and she got me off. So, mission accomplished, I guess.

I still have the messages Evie sent me saved to this day. At least the ones I wanted to keep. They are way down at the bottom of my text message threads, but I still have them. And the most special ones are when she stated to me (beating around the bush) that she wanted to eat my pussy. They went like this,

"Hi, Bella. I just wanted to tell you I want to try."

When I read that, I thought maybe she didn't finish typing, accidentally sending it before she was done writing. I kept expecting a second message saying, "Try to meet for dinner. Try to come over sometime soon. Try making a chocolate cake." Try what? I thought to myself.

When I wrote back and asked her, "Try what?"

She wrote, "You know. Try. Do what women do."

I was even more confused. Do what women do??? Of course, I am an idiot, and couldn't catch the punchline of a joke even if I had a catcher's mitt, but try! What did she mean? I questioned her again. "Do what women do." I wrote. "I am lost, sweetie."

"Like you did to me. You know."

Oh! I said to myself aloud. Wow, I never would have expected that. Now, I got it. Now I got the hint, and in seconds, I was as giddy as a schoolgirl, wanting her there that moment.

I mustered up my courage, acknowledged her message, thanked her for her honesty, and asked why, all of a sudden, she wanted to try.

Seconds later, when her response came through, which was clearly typed quickly and with a host of typos, as if she was trying to communicate with Walter around, it read;

"I really liked our time. Loved the kissing, loved your sexy body, and I loved how you did it to me. I'm curious about it. I want to please you, as you did to me. See if I like it. So, I wanna try."

I was sitting on my couch with my knees up to my chest, locked together, sucking on my index finger as I read that message again. I didn't know how to respond. Of course, I wanted her to do it if she wanted to. But I didn't want to come off as if I expected it. Or demanded she would have to do it, since I had done it to her.

I wrote back, "I love that you are curious. If and when you are ready to try, I am more than willing to be with you and let you experiment. I liked doing it to you and would surely do it again."

I ended the text with a big smiley face and literally slid my hand down into my pants and was rubbing my clit as I was waiting for her response. All she wrote back was, "Good. We'll talk soon."

And with that, she was gone from our chat, and I didn't hear from her for a few days. But I promise you, just about every night I was fingering myself or ramming dildos into my pussy, or my ass, thinking about her face between my legs. I even started sleeping with her panties, since she had left them behind for me. I couldn't have been more ready. I had wanted for her for months now, and we finally seemed to be moving in the right direction. Unfortunately, we had to play it cool to avoid arousing suspicion.

When Evie texted me and said she wanted to come over on Saturday night because Walter was going to be at his monthly card game, I couldn't have been happier.

"Yes! You tell me what time," was all I wrote back.

Her reply was, "I don't want you to go through all the trouble of making dinner. Why don't I stop and grab us some takeout, and I'll be with you about 7. Is that good?"

I didn't care. We could have skipped dinner and fucked on my front room floor as far as I was concerned. I wanted her, and slowly but surely, I was winning her over. Now, my hope was that on Saturday night, she would have the courage to eat my pussy, before, after, or even during the time I was eating hers. I was wet for days waiting for this, and when the moment came, and she arrived at my house, we were deeply and instantly involved in a heated kiss right in the front room of my loft, before she could even set the bag of food that was in her hand.

As we stood kissing, Evie's hand was rubbing up and down over my outer thigh, over my jeans. I felt like we were two hormonal teens who couldn't wait to be naked. I had to try to swallow down what little saliva I had many times because my mouth was so dry, due to my heart racing at 100 mph.

I could tell by her kiss, her outfit, her light perfume, our talks, her new desire to "try," her arms wrapping around me that she was changing. She was becoming curious, and so was I. I wanted her pussy. I wanted her tits. I wanted her naked, I wanted her sleeping next to me. I wanted her to strap on a dildo and fuck me like a bitch. I wanted every moment of this, and apparently, after almost three weeks apart, after I made her cum hard, it made her want this too. Tonight, there is no expensive dinner. No getting all dressed to the 9's, no fears of Walter. Tonight, we were going to make love as two women do, and I couldn't have wanted it more.

We both ate very little, sitting at my dinner table. I think we needed that momentary break and some food for energy, but as we sat across from each other, the look of love and lust in both of our eyes was unmistakable. We never even cleared the table or put the food away, but as Evie finished eating and was ready, she stood up, walked me over to my couch, guided me down onto the cushions, and knelt in front of me. She cupped my hands within hers on top of my legs, and she stared deeply into my eyes. I could tell she was nervous, actually, so was I. But then she found her courage. She lifted her torso, face to face with me, and kissed me deeply. As our tongues danced and our hands wandered, Evie grabbed my shirt at my sides and started wiggling it out until it was free. She then pulled it over my head, threw it to the side, placed her mouth along the side of my neck, while her right hand started touching both of my tits over my bra.

She slowly caressed my breast, my skin, until she guided me away from the couch cushion, slid her hands behind me, and unclasped my bra. Her hands slowly slid the straps from my shoulders, letting them fall onto my lap. Her mouth slowly kissed the sides of my neck, along my collar bone, down across my chest, down my left tit, passed my nipple, and to the underside, while her hand lifted it from my chest. Her mouth encompassed my nipple, slowly sucking it, licking it, and puckering on it. Her fingers tweaked, pulled, and squeezed my other nipple. I felt so loved, so admired as she seduced me. All this time, I thought I had been in charge of our sexual advances, but tonight, she was taking me.

I felt her hand slip in between my legs as she nudged herself in further up to me, while my legs spread further apart. She was rubbing over my pussy, up and down, hard over my jeans, to let me know she wanted it, as her mouth continued kissing my face, my neck, and my body. I felt her pop open my jeans button and fidget, trying to unzip my pants. As much as I always wanted this from her and fantasized about it, I suddenly got very nervous.

Evie edged herself back, pulled her shirt over her head, and popped her bra off, as I sat staring at her, topless, my legs spread, my body scrunched down into the cushion, my jeans open, my little white socks on my feet. Evie reached out and grabbed both sides of my jeans. With my assistance, lifting my ass off the couch cushion, she slid them down, revealing a little blood red thong I was wearing. My clean, waxed pussy hidden underneath. Her hands rubbed up and down my legs, just as I had done to her weeks back, reaching further up with each stroke.

Her hand cupped and rubbed my pussy over my panties. Her warm hand was caressing it as she sat watching herself feeling me up. I was dripping wet. My asshole was throbbing, and I was so anxious watching and waiting for her to slide my panties off.

After rubbing over my panties for a while, seeing my reaction, knowing she was turning me on, Evie slipped her hands on the sides of my thong and started to pull. I raised myself slightly to wiggle them off. When she finally got them free of my legs and passed my feet, I slowly lifted them, placing them on the edge of the couch cushions and spreading my legs further. Her eyes were affixed to my pussy as I saw her lick her lips several times as she just glared at my loins.

I knew she was scared, I knew she was intimidated. I knew this was something she had never done before, so for her to be taking me, seducing me, and slowly undressing me was something she was digesting as she went forward.

Evie grabbed my left leg and pulled it towards her face. She kissed the side of my knee, down my thigh towards my pussy, until he finally came face-to-face with it. I felt her lips hit my lips and softly kiss my pussy. I also shrieked because the excitement was building faster than I could have imagined. Evie stuck her tongue out and licked my slit up and down a few times with just the tip of her tongue. She had no idea what she was doing, and I know this was all very new and unusual for her. I let her go, just letting her try to figure out how to do it. She did edge in closer, and I could feel her tongue sliding up and down over my soaking wet slit, but she wasn't quite hitting the right spot, depth, or angle.

I moaned, "Put your mouth over my clit."

When Evie did, I spoke without, "Use your tongue like you're kissing it."

Evie followed my instructions, but was still trying to get in further.

"More suction on my clit, baby. Kiss it like you want it." I groaned out, as my head was back, feeling her warm mouth encompassing my clit.

"Yes, there ya go, just like that, baby. Swirl your tongue around it. Yes. OMG Evie. Yes!" Came flying out as she was finally getting the right speed, depth, and suction on my clit.

"Use your thumb, baby. Slide it up and down over my slit." I moaned out as her mouth continued to pleasure my clit.

"Yes, just like that. Slide it up and down," I demanded. "Make me want our fingers."

Evie's body moved in closer. Now, as she was beginning to eat me correctly, I could hear the faint slurping and suckling sounds. She would occasionally pull her mouth from my clit, lick my slit from top to bottom, swirl her fingers around me, as she watched her head moving around my pussy, only to ram her mouth back down onto my clit.

"Fucking push your thumb in me," I cried out, as I felt her thumb enter inside of me seconds later. "Fucking pump my pussy, baby," was all I could manage to moan out until I started feeling like I was going to explode.

"Don't stop, Evie. Don't stop," came flying from my mouth after she slid her thumb out and rammed two fingers inside me, pumping me furiously, as her mouth kept sucking on my clit.

"I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum, I squealed out just a mere second before my legs locked and I came for the first time.

"Fuck," I cried out. "Don't fucking stop. Keep going, Evie. Fucking make me cum."

Evie kept licking and sucking on my pussy, pushing her tongue inside my slit, while her thumb now rubbed my clit.

"I want your pussy," sprang from my mouth. Over and over again, I kept hearing myself whimper out, "I want your pussy."

It's something I never moaned out, never said to another woman, and in reality, something I never thought I'd say during sex. Even though Evie was inexperienced, a little shy, and squeamish, she was giving it her all, and with my guidance, she was pleasing me. She was making an effort, and she was slowly leading me to orgasm number two.

Minutes later, I was crouched down just enjoying the pleasure of her mouth eating my pussy, until Evie made me cum for the second time. I pulled Evie up from my pussy, bringing her face-to-face with me, kissing her deeply, tasting my juices on her lips. I enjoyed every second of that kiss, feeling her lips on mine, holding her body close to me, and wanting her even more than I had.

I guided Evie up from her knees, unbuttoned her jeans, unzipped them, and literally ripped them off her legs, as she was trying to kick out of them. I rose up from the couch and guided her down onto it, and without being fearful or indecisive, I pulled her panties right off, tossing them aside and immediately dropping my face deep into her slit. Even before she could get completely adjusted, angle her body better, or get her legs wider open. I was so aroused, so ready, and clearly ready to eat her pussy.

Evie was soaking wet, her lips were wide, puffy, and full of lust, waiting for my mouth. She had bikini-trimmed, and it looked sexier than before. I managed to wiggle myself onto the couch as she turned sideways with her back up against the armrest. I lay flat on my stomach, knees bent, feet sticking up in the air, with my face buried so deep in her pussy I could barely breathe.

I licked, sucked, and fingered her to multiple orgasms. With each passing moment, I became more intrigued, more aroused, more destined, and eager to accept that I wanted pussy. There were no other previous sexual desires and sexual feelings I had like this before. Which made me want it more. I liked being flat on my stomach, my pussy numb from being fingered and licked, while I was on my face deep in a soaking wet slit, pleasing a woman like her. It was like the more I got her wet, heard her moans, and knew she was getting off, the wetter and more I wanted her mouth back on mine.

After she came again, and I was now back to being soaking wet, I rose up, climbed up onto her body, and we kissed and touched passionately. I pulled her hand between my legs and guided her fingers into me. I rode her hand at a weird angle, feeling her fingers sliding in and out of me, until I came again. Letting go of weeks of pent-up sexual frustration, as she lay there naked, gazing at me, as no one else had ever looked at me.

Evie and I spent the rest of the night cuddling, softly kissing, touching, and just enjoying the moments of two women, naked, aroused, excited, and relieved on my couch. We never made it to my bedroom. We never went full-on oral again that night. We just had light conversations, but never spoke of love or being together more frequently. In essence, it was just a perfect night of experimenting, caressing, kissing, and being together. We'd take the occasional break, use the bathroom, have some snacks, but eventually we'd end up right back on the couch, cuddling under some warm blankets, kissing, touching, and enjoying the feeling of our naked bodies intertwined.

In the end, not only did she succeed in trying pussy for the first time, she got me off twice doing it. She seemed to get the concept very quickly and must have taken mental notes on things I was doing to her, or it came naturally to her, because by the time we were done, she had licked my pussy well enough to make me cum.

Just before she left, I asked her to spend the night, because I wanted more of her. I felt I needed her to spend the night, to fall asleep in the dark warmth of my room under my sheets, after we got each other off again. I asked her to text Walter and tell him she was out with the girls and had had too much to drink, so she'd have the excuse to stay here. Especially considering I got the impression from her that he wouldn't be home until the very wee hours of the morning. Unfortunately, she couldn't. Because he didn't know she had left the house. But, as I walked her to the door just around 10:00, she said something to me I would have never expected. Evie whispered in my ear as we hugged goodbye, "Bella. I really liked it."

She stared deeply into my eyes just after she pulled back from my ear. We stood silent, and I felt she was falling for me as much as I was falling for her. She kissed me so deeply after saying that, reaching her hand up and under the blanket I was covering myself with, grabbing a good hold of my tit, squeezing it, and whispering. "I want more of you."

She turned her back to me, slipped on her shoes, threw her jacket over her shoulders, leaned back in for one long, soft kiss on my lips, and walked out the door. My heart was filled with joy as I watched her leave.

Tonight, we had made love. And she didn't just try pussy, she ate it, like she was supposed to. She made me cum so hard as her face was buried between my legs. Her eyes staring into mine, while her strawberry blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail, all while she was slurping away on my clit. And now she just whispered to me that she "liked it," which was more than I could handle.

Evie and I spoke at length on the phone over the next few days. The conversation wasn't as forward or as liberating as it had been late Saturday night, but I felt we had opened a door that most never do. It wasn't too long until she was back at my place and we were naked again, sucking, licking, and eating each other's pussies. Each time the experiences grew deeper, longer, more powerful, and something that was leading me down the road to absolutely knowing I was destined to date women.

I'll tell you more about our first 69 and the first time she fingered me in the ass, while I was on all fours begging her for more in the next chapter. Just know that with each passing conversation, the texts, our time together, and my lust for her made me want things I could have never comprehended before. I knew I was into her more than any other partner I had ever been with. I was in love. It was a troubling and confusing time, realizing I'd rather be with a 50-year-old woman than anyone my age, or even a man, but I accepted it. I was hoping one day she'd want the same.