*Please comment below, and let me know how I can improve, how you liked it, and what you would like to see!*
At this point, Sadie and I had been meeting up regularly. She lived about an hour away, so we made the effort to see each other about twice a week. On weekends, I would usually drive to her place, while she would drive to my apartment once or twice during the week while my roommate was gone. After a short time, we grew to have something more than a sexual relationship; we watched movies, had dinner together, and talked about our lives. We didn't go out much because we didn't think it was necessary to be seen, but we often spent time together that didn't necessarily end up in sex.
After our first experience together, I found out the basics about Sadie that I didn't ask before. She was 43 years old, had a daughter from a previous marriage, but discovered she was a lesbian soon after. By late July we had been pretty steady, seeing each other for over a month and a half at this point.
One evening when we were hanging out on my couch, Sadie asked me, "when am I gonna meet your family?"
I looked at her, confused. "Really? Do we really need to do that?" My dad lives all the way in Texas, but my mom lives half an hour away. But, I don't see any reason to tell her... but I guess it might be an inevitability.
"You'll have to do it eventually, sweetie," she said. "It can't be that big of a deal!" She smiled after saying this, and I couldn't help but think it was cute.
"Oh, I know Sadie... but you're about as old as my mom, and she doesn't even know I'm into women."
"Age is just a number," she said, her face close to mine, kissing my cheek.
"Oh, I guess," I said with a smile, and reciprocated with a kiss.
The kissing slowly became sex, but all I could think about during it was the fact that I'd either have to hide this relationship forever, end it, or introduce her to the people I know, my family and friends. I was really growing to like Sadie a lot, and felt a connection with her that I never felt with anyone else before.
A couple weeks went by where I didn't talk to Sadie, as I told her I needed some alone time to catch up on other things, but that was a little white lie. She made me realize that this might not be the best thing. I liked her and enjoyed the time I spent with her and all, but I simply couldn't imagine this being a stable relationship. It would be one thing to tell my mom that I was now into girls, let alone that I'm currently with an older woman her own age!
One Saturday evening, I was incredibly bored, and unusually horny. Usually, I would be at Sadie's house fulfilling my desires. Since my first experience, she has shown me so many new things to try, so much that I could do a pretty good job at pleasuring another girl and having fun with it. Unfortunately, I don't know of any lesbian bars, and wasn't looking to hook up with a random woman in the first place.
As much as I tried to fight it, I couldn't stop thinking about Sadie. My pussy became wet simply thinking about her beautiful breasts bouncing up and down as we grind our pussies together. At this point, I didn't care about whether I had to introduce her to my mom someday, or whether I had to have a full relationship with Sadie; it completely escaped my mind, and all I wanted was her.
I got into my car and began driving. I didn't bother to text her, I bet the surprise will make it a fun time for both of us. This was by the far the longest streak we've gone not having seen each other, but it was more than long enough; as much as I didn't want to admit it, I have wanted to see Sadie again for the longest time. I was worried about my driving, my mind focused on Sadie, rubbing my pussy when I could. Definitely irresponsible.
By the time I arrived at her house, it was about a quarter after eight. It was August by then, the sky dark and the crickets chirping. Wet with anticipation, I could not wait to unleash all of my energy on Sadie. I knocked, and Sadie opened with initial excitement, followed by a sudden normalcy of emotions, as if she was let down. "Hey, Brooke," she said, "what are you doing here?"
She didn't seem that excited to see me. I strolled in the door, saying "well, I know we haven't hung out in a while, but I was thinking about you and wanted to spend some time together," trying to be flirtatious.
"You should've called me first," she said, "I'm getting the house ready for my daughter's visit tomorrow."
