Amber the babysitter. Pt 03.
For some, I believe the thoughts of lesbian sex have always been wrong, off-limits, or taboo. They might think it is unnatural, unrealistic, and maybe even unacceptable. Until recently, as society has developed, it has been unspoken about. Perhaps that's why I never talked about it until recently. In some ways, these stories make me absolutely accept that I like women as much as men. Maybe even more. The reasons I went that way could be countless.
As I mentioned before, the horrors of being left behind during my marriage. Hating men, yet still wanting love and sexual passion. Maybe I was too scared to even think about it until I saw those videos and discovered how turned on I got. Maybe it was something I knew all along and just never accepted. Coupled with my developing wants and desires, leading to my first emotionally charged kiss with Mary, which may have cemented my fate. I always loved kissing, and the more we did it, the more I let go of my fears and the more I wanted her. Then getting my first lick of her pussy sent me down a path I never came off of. Let alone after my sexuality developed, being on my knees, my mouth licking a beautiful woman's pussy, looking up across her tits as we stared into each other's eyes, was beyond riveting.
Whatever the reasoning or logic, doors had been opened to me that I would have never expected. And now, years after my last female lover, I was again blessed with the opportunity to have it again. This time, however, she was pursuing me. She wanted me--almost exactly like I wanted Jane and Mary during our relationship. Surely there were more fears and apprehensions with Amber. But even through those fears and anxieties, I realized I wanted her to.
I couldn't stop thinking about Amber all week. Especially after we had that very heated make-out session in my car, I felt like I was the teenage girl who was in love. I had constant butterflies, and the visual of seeing her tight sexy, cute pussy while her fingers rubbed all over it made me want to be licking and fingering the life out of her. I couldn't tell you how many nights I went to bed wet, trying not to masturbate about her, because I knew she was planning on coming over on Saturday. I didn't want to be expelled, spent, and not in the mood when she was here. I wanted that night to be special. I needed to be horny. I longed to be dripping wet. I wanted her to feel like a queen. I truly hoped her first full-on lesbian sex experience would be unforgettable.
We texted back and forth all week like two long-term lovers do, who shared every moment of our day. We shot out ideas of where to go and what to do, but in the long run, all she wanted was to come by me and spend the night. But I had to do more. I jumped online and ordered a new negligee and a matching pair of heels. I thought to myself, I bet a nice dinner out, maybe some mini-golf or a walk around the park would be suitable. Then we could head back by my house for some champagne and soft kissing, and then I would change into my new outfit and let her have her way with me.
I didn't tell Amber about the negligee, I just mentioned dinner and some options for afterward. But then indicated we'd go back to my house for some champagne. She loved the idea and was just as gung-ho and giddy as I was. We both agreed to dress casually, in jeans and shirts for our night out and when I saw her car pull up in front Saturday evening, my stomach started doing flips. It's one thing to think about these kinds of nights, or to feel the warmth of knowing sex is coming. But it's another when a 21-year-old girl shows up wanting you.
I drove us to dinner and while we were at the restaurant we had a wonderful chat, a glass of wine, and some very long deep looks into each other's eyes. We even held hands across the table for a few moments and as much as she was "ready, willing and able," I could see the fear growing in her eyes. Just as my stomach had done flips as she pulled up. Hers was now doing flips, knowing at one point or another we were heading home to have her first lesbian sex.
After dinner, we played a round of mini-golf, and truly enjoyed spending time together. Our night up to that point was full of love, laughter, erotic looks, and hope that things went as smoothly as we hoped they would. As we drove back to my place, Amber wrapped her arm around mine and leaned her head on my shoulder. I knew she felt deeply for me and was basking in the warmth of our time together. I, however, was overly excited, wet, aroused, and wanted her face in between my legs as I drove us home. I didn't know what it was about her that got me so turned on. Even though every sign screamed; Stay Away. Every inch of me longed for her sexually.
After we got home, Amber put her things in my room as I popped the champagne. We sat on my couch, talking, holding hands, and letting our lust develop. Amber leaned over to kiss me deeply. It was the first time tonight she or I had made the move. As her tongue swirled around mine, her right leg swung way up and over my legs, almost pinning me down. Amber's kiss was deep and loving, and even though I had some deeply erotic kisses with Mary and perhaps Jane, this girl's kiss was tenfold of what they ever did. It was so deep and sensual that I felt she was trying to become part of me. I was already in her grasp and if she had been more experienced, I do not doubt that she would have had me screaming her name in pleasure by now.
After a few deep long kisses, I felt it was time for me to take charge of this situation and move our romantic night to the privacy of my bedroom. I stood up from the couch and guided Amber down the hallway and into my room. I turned the lights on very low and took the champagne glass from her hand setting it down on my nightstand. We kissed for a while, letting our hands explore each other's bodies, as we stood at the edge of my bed.
I pulled from our kids and whispered in her ear, "I bought something for you. Why don't you make yourself comfortable and I'm going to change."
I slipped into the bathroom where the negligee, with matching panties, a pair of thigh-high pantyhose, and my new heels awaited me. I was nervous as fuck changing in the bathroom and I could feel my hands shaking as I was trying to put on my hose. I felt tipsy from the wine at dinner and now the tall glass of champagne I had ingested. When I finally stood upright, dressed erotically, I looked at myself in the mirror. I tossed my hair, checked my lipstick, took a deep breath, and walked out of the bathroom.
Amber's eyes lit up as she saw me in the doorway wearing this sleek, tight sexy, deep blue negligee and heels. I could literally see her heart beating in her chest. Whatever beliefs she had about being the aggressor, or being ready for lesbian sex, were now right at her doorstep. I could see by the freight in her eyes that all her fears and anxiousness probably made her stomach bottom out. As I walked towards her, she lifted her body and propped her back up against my headboard. Her eyes never left mine as I got closer.
"Do you like?" I asked her.
"Yes," she mumbled out.
As I stood beside her, Amber's hand reached out, and she slid it up and down over the negligee, amazed that I was wearing it for her.
"I didn't bring anything like that to wear," she spoke softly. "Just my nightgown." She added.
"It's okay," I replied. "I just wanted to get something special for you for tonight."
"Can I go put on my nightgown?" She asked.
"Sure," I replied. While nodding my head up and down.
Amber shot from my bed to her bag and pulled out her nightgown, smiling at me as she entered the doorway of my bathroom. Minutes later, she emerged, wearing a long-length, beautiful beige spaghetti-strap nightgown with her little white ankle socks still on.
"Do I look okay?" She asked.
"You look amazing," was my response.
Amber walked over to the bed and climbed on top of me, as my body sank onto my mattress. Her mouth met mine and before long we were both deeply involved in kissing and rubbing all over each other's bodies. When my hands passed over her ass, I could tell she had no panties on, so the only thing from her being naked on top of me was her little silky nightgown. Her hands wandered up and over my tits, cupping and squeezing them, as her stomach was still pressed up against mine. My hands were up and down her back and rubbing her ass cheeks in a soft caressing motion.
I rolled Amber off of me and onto the mattress, slowly pulling the straps of her nightgown down and away from her shoulders, until she pulled her arms through both lops. I pulled it down far enough to expose her perky, C-cup tits, with light brown nipples, and without hesitation, my mouth sucked, licked, and pleasured both of them. I held one in my hand while my mouth worked the other and for a moment I was lost in memories of sucking Mary's tits and Jane's tits, all while I was developing a deeper desire for Ambers.
Amber pulled me back face-to-face with her and kissed me deeply as her hand entered into the cups of my negligee as her other hand searched for the bra clasp or hooks along my back. I realized what she was doing and I edged myself up a bit and pulled the straps down and off letting my tits fall free. Amber's face dove in and within milliseconds, her mouth was all over my left nipple, sucking it, twirling her tongue around it, cupping it, and bringing it to her mouth.
We went back and forth with long soft, breast play, deep kissing, and arousing leg entanglement until I knew I needed to feel her pussy again. I slid my hand down her legs as far as I could reach and up and under the bottom of her nightgown. As my hands slid upwards along her inner thigh, her legs slowly and cautiously parted, until my hand cupped her pussy.
Amber gently moaned as my hand rubbed up and down over her, while her tit was in my mouth. Her head was back on the mattress, her eyes shut, her mouth slightly open as I began the process of seducing her. When I felt a bit of wetness at her opening I slid a finger deep inside of her. She was tight, warm, and slightly wet, and I knew her nervousness had kept her from being overly aroused and soaking wet.
When I felt she was ready, I lifted off of her and guided her up from lying down. With her assistance by lifting her ass, I slid her negligee up and off of her, leaving her bare naked in front of me. I slipped out of my negligee and laid my body on top of hers as she rested back down on the mattress. We kissed deeply, while my hand wandered all over her bare skin.
I pulled from our kiss, lip kissing my way down to her tits, where I briefly and softly sucked both nipples. As I left her breasts and started to kiss my way down her body, I could feel her stomach trembling. As much as she wanted this, she was a nervous wreck, but I was going to change all of those fears into lust. As I got to the top of her pussy where her pubic hair would have been, I stopped briefly and just slowly kissed and held my face to her skin, letting the warmth of my breath arouse her.
As I hovered over that spot, I slowly reached under her left leg and started to pull it away from the other so I could slide myself between her legs. I looked up at her just as my body came down flat on the mattress, and I asked her, "Are you alright with this?"
