Sister or Aunt?

Part two Sister or Aunt the story of Leslie

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In Part One, we found Leslie living in abject poverty deserted due to her mother's perfidy and infidelity.

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As a freshman at Seattle University I shared a room with a freshman Lydia Bale a tall woman with strawberry blonde hair and we both did cross country in this our first fall and would probably run ten thousand meters in the spring season. The girl I'd run against in the state's had decided to go to another school.

Lydia wanted to be a nurse and I was pursuing Mathematics, with a double concentration in Education. We were pared as running mates for training purposes, we stretched (Coach did Yoga routines) and ran our intervals. She confided in me and I did too. She was empathetic and intuitive, kind and the more I was around her the more I fell in love with her.

She was in love with a boy at home, who was a year younger than her, but a great athlete as a football player and she was worried some pretty girl would steal him from her. If he didn't text her some night, she'd cry her self to sleep. Then the text would arrive early the next day and she was euphoric.

One afternoon we were running slow intervals over tens and talking and Lydia said,

"There's a weekend festival on campus with some bands and food booths and dancing, are you going to go?"

I murmured, "Oh no I have mid-terms next week and need to study and I'm going to see Grammie."

She said, "Do you think Danny's cute? If it weren't for my Jake, well, he HAS asked me out already, but I said no and he said that he thought you were gorgeous, would you be interested?"

I said, "Lyds I've never ever been on a date ever, I'd be scared to death, I have no clothes or shoes, plus Grammie."

She kept teasing me in a sweet way, but it was torture for me. In fact it felt like I was dying. Couldn't she even tell how much I loved her? I stared into her eyes every day as we talked and laughed and giggled. When she touched me, on my arm or hand, my heart pounded.

Our campus began where Madison and Broadway intersected, First Hill and Capital Hill came together. Around campus there was nothing but queer and lesbian bars and cafes, on the weekends queer couples strolled hand in hand or with kids.

Campus, however, was a Jesuit redoubt with priests, nuns and lesser clergy. Not all professors or teacher's assistants were clergy and there were lesbians amongst them. We all had gaydar and just one look and you knew.

I was petrified that someone would out me and I'd expelled and lose my scholarship. I wanted to confide in Lyds, but was heartsick that she'd reject me, or be revolted or out me. We'd sit on either hers or my bed and talked and laughed and she'd lean into me as she laughed and my body would react. My nipples would get hard as a rock and I'd get so wet. I could smell myself which caused my heart to pound and I'd get wetter.

We'd finally lay down to sleep and I'd wait until she was asleep and then as quietly as possible I'd rub myself and pinch my nipples and so very quickly I would orgasm and bite my lips to keep from moaning.

The Saturday of the festival I left very early and went to the cafeteria and had a mushroom omelet with bacon and sausage, toast and cream cheese and peanut butter.

I was fifteen pounds heavier than last spring and the added weight seemed to go to my ass and thighs and my breasts were bigger too (DD-Cups). I weighed one hundred and forty pounds now.

Coach thought that I should weigh one fifty to one sixty and it would help my speed. I needed new clothes and I would shop the dollar store, but needed bras and panties too.

I had a smart phone now and I googled women's wear, lingerie and found this place called Pretty Parlor and now I had a debit card so I got an uber and it was down the hill a bit and I got there when it opened. There were gowns and wedding dresses and even some fur coats. My heart fell as this was obviously and I started to turn around.

My wrist was grabbed by this beautiful hand and I stopped and looked at the hand which held me. Her fingers were long and thin and so feminine. Lilac nail extensions, (she was queer like me!!!) I looked up into her face and she was stunningly beautiful, in her early thirties with high cheek bones auburn hair with bangs and curled inward about an inch below her ears and this long, beautiful neck.

She was wearing these earrings that dangled and at the end were two linked hoops each with a positive sign, that is to say she was out and screaming she belonged to another woman.

"Can I help you?"

I bit my lip as I stared at her eyes. I couldn't think straight and I blurted, "Sweet Jesus."

She smiled and said, "Are you in the closet still?"

I nodded and said, "The earrings mean you're married?"

She smiled and I said, "I've never bought lingerie and I grew up poor, really poor. I'm in love with a straight girl, who's in a relationship with a boy back home. She's my roommate and I ache for her. I'm, no we're distance runners at Seattle U. I can't come out because it's a Jesuit school and I can't lose my scholarship because I'm a depraved sinner. But, I want to wear something really hot underneath during school and on the weekends, maybe she'll see and want me. I need sports bras and running thongs too."

She interlaced her fingers with mine and said, "Come with me, we've got plenty for you, " and we walked towards the back of the store.

I was wearing a ratty Holy Names tee shirt which was tight across my chest and showed my tummy and I had on some Seattle U sweatpants, which were also too tight and in my butt crack. She stopped and let go of my hand and said, "Wait here I have to lock the door, because we don't have a dressing room."

She returned and was gathering some bras, sports bras and was next to me and she said, "We have to be careful in finding the best fit, you don't these riding up while you're running. Are you still growing?"

I nodded, which caused her to toss away a couple of bras.

She said, "Take off your tee shirt and bra."

I flushed badly and started to cry, just tears and she reached up and wiped away the tears with her fingers and said, "You're a virgin aren't you?"

I nodded, looking at the floor.

She said, "You have no idea how beautiful you are do you? What's your name?"

I replied softly, "Leslie."

"Leslie you will stumble as all of us do, but you will find loves and finally someone for your life. Trust me, you are one of the most beautiful women in all the world. Trust to life a bit sweetie. Just be you and trust your heart and what your belly tells you about people.

She pulled my tee shirt over my head and undid my ratty old cotton bra. She ran her finger tips up my spine and I moaned as I closed my eyes. She softly pulled on one nipple, then the other and I threw my head back to look at the ceiling, should my eyes have been open. I heard this noise half a grunt and I came shaking and moaning and she held me up as she kissed my neck and damned if another smaller one took me and shook me like a dog shakes a toy. She was strong and held me up.

Then I was on the floor and she pulled my sweats off and tore my old panties off and she nibbled on my thighs and kissed them softly and then her tongue was deep into my cunt and her finger brushed against the top of my slit and my hips and ass thrashed around I squirted all over her face and she would not stop and somehow I twisted onto my front to get away from her mouth and tongue as the pleasure was too much.

Oh but she was not done, she grabbed my ass with both her hands and that wonder tongue was an inch into my anus and I was rubbing my slit and my hands clenched and I came so hard that I passed out.

I woke up and she was cradling me looking at my face and I reached and pulled her face into mine and started to lick her face which was shiny with my cunt juice and then I tried to devour her mouth and I was moaning again and I was consumed with letting her know that I wanted her so bad, I pulled back and said, "Baby sit on my face, fuck my face with your cunt, use me."

Her panties came off and her skirt was pushed up on her hips as her thighs straddled my head and her cunt rubbed all over my face as I looked up into her eyes and her hands were mashing her breasts and pulling on her nipples all at once. I pushed my face up and started lapping away at her slit and focused on the top of her slit where this little nub was quivering and she came hard, shuddering.

She clambered off me and then reversed herself and lowered her dripping wet cunt onto my face as she buried her face between my legs showed me what it was like to be a queer woman. I learned as we went and turnabout was fair.

I briefly stuck two fingers into her sodden snatch, removed them and buried them into her ass and banged her ass as my tongue lacerated her nubbin. She came quickly, shuddering and her thighs made my visibility go dark.

Since I was in great shape, I increased the pace of me banging her ass and then she came harder than before and flopped off me onto her back. My fingers still embedded I turned with her and put a third finger and then a fourth and I pounded her ass.

I sucked on her nubbin and was relentless with the destruction of her ass and her legs stuck straight towards the ceiling and she clawed at my hair and her ass and cunt lunged up propelled by her ass and she shrieked and her legs and arms fell loosely to the floor.

I crawled up next to her and started to her and gently kissed her face and blew on her eyelashes and finally she came to her senses looking at me and I kissed her softly playing little sensuous duels with her tongue. I caressed her hair and cheek and finally said, "Thank you baby, somebody could get used to making you feel loved."

Then I slowed the kiss down imperceptively as our eyelashes touched. She said,

"Wait baby and moved her legs so that our cunts were smashed together and she grabbed my thigh and pulled on it as we ground and I pulled on her outside leg, she murmured, "This is scissoring. Fuck me girl, hard as you can."

This was exquisite as we stared into each other's eyes and we fucked for almost a half hour and she started to cum which made me start and there was lots of squirting and we both lay there panting.

I untangled and crawled up and put my face on her chest and threw my leg over her and said, "Hi I'm Leslie, I don't want to leave."

I felt her hand on my shoulder and she said, "Hi I'm Tina, I don't want you to go home either. There's an apartment upstairs, I'll give you a key. I thought I'd seen it all, but baby, we're just getting started."

She said, she owned a condo on Queen Anne Hill overlooking South Lake Union and her partner was married with a husband and four kids and a flight attendant based in the bay area and flew from there to here and up to Alaska down to Burbank and Phoenix. She dead headed here.

Tina thought she was a slut because she fucked pilots and passengers in Tina's condo and tried to get Tina to play. Her husband was clueless which made Tina feel guilty and she realized that the woman was taking advantage of her.

The woman or one of the passengers had stolen one of Tina's broaches that had belonged to her mom. The woman told Tina it would turn up and it did, but in a place that she'd looked and that was yesterday. Tina had pictures of both her and the woman (Joanne) and had looked all over the house, jewelry was gone, stupid stuff and some lingerie and shoes, Tina had dozens of pairs of shoes.

She said, "I'm going to change the locks tomorrow and box her shit up with our pictures and overnight it to her husband's house with some of our intimate pics. She told me that two of the kids were not his. What do you think?"

I said, "Does she have keys here too? Do you store product elsewhere that she could get to and steal?"

She said, "No it's here and she's never been here nor has she keys."

I said, "Is she a gun nut, don't mention the guys by name, "I shrugged.

"No, she grew up in Philadelphia, mainline very rich and her husband is Swiss."

"Well then, I said, "Address the over night to him and put a note that says, "Sorry, I loved her, but there are a lot of others and she's a thief and think paternity. Use the return address of the overnight place. Are there videos of you guys fucking?"

She blushed and then chuckled, "Yes there's one where I fuck her with a strap-on dildo and she says all this shit about how the dildo is three times as big as his little dick."

I said, "That's horrible, don't hurt him, it's bad enough she is a sociopath to not destroy him are there any other less ugly things?"

She said, "Yes, I'll include some of that. He does seem like a nice man and good parent."

We ate take out Szechuan and we were both healthy eaters, Tina rode a stationary bike and well I ran. She read me Emily Dickenson poetry and then she'd taped the TV series with Hailee Steinfeld, who I loved from True Grit and Pitch Perfect. I said,

"Baby, do you think she's queer?"

She said that there were rumors going back to the Pitch Perfect stuff, but she wasn't sure for sure, except that in the last two films that her and Anna Kendrick seemed to light each other up signing together. She thought that Anna Kendrick and Blake Lively might have fucked during Simple Favor.

We went up to her condo and she'd arranged for a locksmith to be there and change the locks and add some cameras that would send videos to the police as well as her phone. We got Joanne's shit all boxed up and the locksmith helped us lug it into the back of her Chevrolet Yukon.

On the way back to our place I said, "Tina, I've been thinking about something since yesterday."

She said, "What baby."

"Will you fuck me with that strap on and make me yours? Please honey?"

She had the kind where there was a vibrator that buzzed her clint, so we were both pleasured. There was some pain at first, my hymen and then when it was in my ass, huge pain, but she fucked me silly and I was hers. This was no girl crush like with Lydia, who I had not thought about for several days. When I was on my hands and knees the depth in my cunt and ass were incredible. But when I was on my back I wrapped my legs around and I wrapped my arms around her neck and she was slowly fucking me and I'd already cum a couple of times and we were kissing and I said, "I love you Tina."

She smiled at me and slowed her fucking down to in and out and said, "I guess you didn't hear me last night as we cuddled, I love you too."

Aftermath:

I was an All American my sophomore year and won a number of races in conference in my Junior and Senior year. I graduated with a double major in mathematics and education and got my teaching certificate the following June. We were married a week later. Tina has an older brother Tom and she held my hands through four cycles with him as we got pregnant for three girls and a son. I was fifty eight when Tina stepped on a rainbow. She was seventy three and looked my age. We were cuddling in the morning, I was the big spoon and I asked her if she wanted some coffee, I'd set the timer the night before. It was a combination of things a stroke and her heart stopped. I realized she wasn't breathing I called 911 and tried to do CPR.

The fire station was two blocks away and they were here in five minutes. They did an autopsy there was a frontal lobe tumor that had existed probably most of her life and was the proximate cause of the stroke. Our oldest Tom was twenty nine and married and in the Navy to Liz and stationed in Pensacola and would head up as soon as he could get here. Jill was twenty six and a pre-school teacher at a parochial school in Magnolia in Seattle. Jeri was in grad school at Washington State in their broadcast school, Beth went to WSU as well and wanted to teach math and was a cheerleader. They were all straight as a hairpin.

Lydia's boy friend was a quarter back for the Huskies and she dumped him and married another football player this huge linemen who was an all American and played for the Los Angeles Rams and she had twins from one of his black teammates. She told me all about it and I said, you should have stayed with Jake, all you ever talked about was worrying Jake was cheating on you and you cheated on him and then your husband. You are so narcistic. She ended up back in Folsom, California on her parents farm with her kids, the father of her kids passed early.

Fin.