Amber The Babysitter Pt 06

Amber, the babysitter, Pt. 6

Moving forward in time and with us, things started changing for me. I couldn't believe the amount of lust and passion Amber had for me, and as much as I may play shy or coy, I couldn't begin to tell you the desire and lust I had for her. Each time we made love, I felt we grew closer. We had become accustomed to what each of us liked, and we were extremely close to stepping out of our secret little world and letting everyone know about us.

I fought some battles with it, but by our 6-month anniversary, I knew. Amber had just finished her junior year of college. All she had left was her fall semester, an internship, and then she'd be on her way to her career. We were so excited to get away mid-summer and celebrate a "slightly late" six-month anniversary weekend. And I must tell you, she held my hand in public throughout the weekend. She showed me what it was like to have a girlfriend who wasn't afraid to be together. To whisper in my ear at night that she loved me, and we had no problem being a lesbian couple while away. We were out and proud, and I loved it. But we'd still have to keep things secret when we got home. And I, for one, was tired of that. But I wasn't sure it was time for us to declare our relationship openly.

We were approaching nine full months as late summer was upon us. She was over one night when the kids weren't around, and we were lying in bed when she whispered to me, "I think I am ready to tell my friends about you. Would you be okay with that?"

I sat and thought for a while, and I knew if things continued with us, I would also have to cross that bridge. I was falling in love with her; she was everything I could imagine a girlfriend would be, but I was still concerned about her age. It wasn't an unrealistic concern. If she was my age, had been a lesbian her whole life, or married and had kids as I did and suddenly fell in love with a woman, I wouldn't have given her question a second thought. But knowing the rug could be pulled out from under my feet six months or a few years down the road if she met someone younger or wanted kids, where would I be?

I responded to her question by saying, "I love you. And I have fallen for you deeper than you'll ever know. And I'm not scared to tell anyone, so if you want to tell your friends, I'm okay with that. But I want to ensure we are still setting the course for the future before either of us takes that chance. Can you give me a few more months, and let's revisit this as the fall sets in?"

Amber smiled at me, shook her head up and down, and whispered, "I love you too."

We made love that night that seemed to last for eternity. Both of us had orgasm after orgasm until we were spent. When we were done, I wanted to add something special to our night, so I told her, "You know, sweetie, maybe we can slowly start letting everyone know we are dating. Why don't you start spending the night more often, even if the kids are here? We can make up some excuse why you are here, and let's see if they get accustomed to you being around more. And we'll go from there."

Ambers's eyes lit up, and she began to get excited about being here with me more.

Oddly enough, as much as I pushed for Mary and I to come out, I was the one hesitating now. But I knew it was time. I was falling in love with her. I wanted to be with her. I wanted us to be out and open. I thought it would be a perfect chance for us to let the kids see her more and realize she was here overnight, sleeping in my bed with me, and it went over well with them. Then, it would be time for family and friends. And from there, we could genuinely start a life together if that was our chosen path. Amber liked the idea and reassured me she wasn't pushing for us to be out and open and didn't want to cause problems for her or me.

We set that plan in motion, and just about every weekend, she was staying with me. Even if the kids were home, she was over. It started with Saturday nights to Sunday but turned into Friday to Sunday. Occasionally, it was Thursdays through Sundays, and I loved every minute of it. The more she was there, the more I wanted her around. I even opened two drawers in my armoire so she could leave her clothes. It became customary for her to be with me, and even though I would guess the kids had questions before we finally told them we were dating, they loved every minute of her being there, too.

That plan held us over for a couple of months, but just before Thanksgiving, we had that "coming out" conversation again, and this time, I couldn't say no. I swallowed my pride, pushed down the fears, accepted who I was and who I was dating, and said to myself about a thousand times, "I am coming out." And I did.

I started to tell very close friends first. Some who knew I was bisexual accepted it with grace. The ones who didn't were rather shocked. More shocked that it was someone 20 years younger than me. There were many long talks, text conversations, and lunches where I was questioned about my sanity. Still, in the end, after hearing about other parts of my life, my sexual identity and experiences, those who questioned just digested it, and we all went on with our lives.

But our biggest night - for my sense of acceptance - came just a few days after Thanksgiving when she came over to be with me after the kids left.

Amber's phone rang as we were sitting on the couch. As she picked it up and looked at it, she said, "Oh, it's my friend Jen from High School. I got to take this."

Amber started her conversation even though I was purposely listening to it; I surely could hear every word since she sat beside me. Turns out her friend was back in town from college and wanted to see her. I could understand that, but what she said warmed my heart. Amber said, "Well, I can't tonight; I'm with my girlfriend, but maybe we could meet for lunch tomorrow or Sunday before you leave."

I know there was a follow-up question from her friend on the phone because I heard her explain, "Yes, I have a girlfriend. I am dating a woman. I know you find that shocking; I'll tell you all about it when I see you."

Amber was upholding her end of our bargain, telling everyone about us and coming out more. More surprisingly, the words rolled off her tongue without skipping a beat, as if this was nothing new as if she had always been dating women. I got so excited hearing that. It made me feel giddy and tingly inside because it was the first time in my lesbian dating situations that someone had admitted to dating me, to dating a woman. At that moment, she made me realize how important I was to her without even saying it to me.

When she finished her call minutes later, I looked at her and said, "Girlfriend, huh?"

"Yes," she replied. "I hadn't told her yet. I wanted to make sure."

I smiled and pulled Amber into my body, just holding her tight. I felt a deep sense of love, honesty, warmth, and desire I hadn't with any other woman. I was in love with her just as she was in love with me. It couldn't have been a more perfect moment. Just hearing the words "girlfriend" made me believe we were on the right path and were moving forward.

At that moment, the simplicity of her acknowledging we were together, after the talks we had about starting to come out and knowing she was holding the course and beginning to let the world know it was us, sent me into a hormonal frenzy, unlike one I had known before.

As I held her, I whispered to her again, "Girlfriend." Almost chuckling as I spoke it aloud.

"Yes, girlfriend," she replied. "Did I say something wrong," She questioned.

"No, sweetie. It was absolutely perfect." I replied.

I didn't even kiss her; I just let her body go, slid off of the couch, and knelt between her legs. Amber looked down at me as if she was concerned as if she had done something wrong. I held her hands tightly as I spoke out to her. "I love the fact that we've admitted we are together. I know you don't understand how much those simple words mean to me, but I have longed to hear them for a long time."

I was so aroused, so enlightened, so into her, and so touched by her that my head was spinning like it had never done before. As much as I could sit there and try to think of a hundred reasons why I should refrain from making this more than what it was, there were two thousand reasons why I needed to make this more. I was in love. I wanted her. I began to realize I needed her. This wasn't some fling, some experimental lesbian desire. I needed this. I needed to finally scream to the world I was in love with a woman. I didn't care anymore. The more I knelt there on my knees, holding her hands, staring into her eyes, and accepting her and our relationship, the more I knew I couldn't live without her. And I truly knew I wanted pussy. Her pussy. Her breasts. Her life and her love. I didn't care about dick anymore; I needed to be sucking and fucking her every chance we got. In those fleeting moments, I realized I was in a lesbian relationship, and I wanted that with her unconditionally.

My body quivered, my heart pounded, and I came to realize the only thing I wanted was to make love to her. To become the lesbian I had been trying to be for years. I just wanted to please her. To make her want my attention. To see her naked, to please her any way I could, and just be a woman, in love with a woman. I couldn't put it into words then, just as I can't now, but there was nothing more important to me at that moment than to tell her I loved her and to dive headfirst into eating her pussy for the rest of my life.

I let go of Amber's hands and grabbed her yoga pants and both sides; with some force and Amber's help, by slightly lifting her ass off the couch, I slid them right down and off of her legs. I think she was surprised I had taken the initiative without some form of foreplay before, but I wanted her. I wanted her pussy on my mouth; I wanted to taste her juices. I wanted to make her cum. I sat and stared at her pretty panties for just a moment until I grabbed them at the sides and slid them off as well, pulling them up to my face and rubbing them around my cheeks and my lips before I let them fall to the floor.

Amber's eyes grew wide as she sat bottomless on my couch, her tight, sexy waxed pussy awaiting my touch. I reached under both of her legs, wrapping my arms around her thighs, and pulled her body, ass, and hips more towards the end of the couch. I think she was shocked I was being aggressive with her, but I think it turned her on just as much.

I dipped my head in between her legs. I didn't start eating her out by softly and slowly arousing her. I dove face-first into her pussy and started trying to ram my tongue up and inside of her. She gasped a host of times as my mouth began pleasuring her.

Just like months ago when this couch which led us to our first sexual experience together. Tonight, it was where I was going to finally take the leap into a full-blown, out-and-open lesbian relationship. And tonight, I was going to make her realize, just as much as I had realized, that it's us together and continuing forward.

I licked, sucked, and fingered Amber to her first orgasm. But I didn't stop. No matter how much her body shook, trembled, and arched, I kept going. Without a doubt, I had become pussy crazy. I had a girlfriend, and everyone was going to know about it. The emotion hit deep inside me that if I was going to be out and open, then I better make sure the woman I am with knows it and has her pussy thoroughly eaten and pleasured.

Minute after minute went by, orgasm after orgasm came to her. Amber stayed in awe of my expertise in making her scream during it all. Her mouth sat open, moaning and chirping and breathing hard. She pulled her shirt up over her head and got her tits out from inside her bra cups. She gasped, cupped, and played with her tits as my face was buried deep within her legs. She moaned and groaned. Shifting and shaking each time, I hit the right spot at the right moment. She moaned my name out in unison with deep breaths.

I was full of passion and desire, lust and excitement. I had accepted this. I was in a lesbian relationship, and she was just as vested as I was. I was soaking wet, to the point I felt wetness oozing down my legs. But I didn't care about me. I wanted her to be so in love with me and what I could do for her sexually that all she would ever want was my face between her legs and her face between mine. Ten minutes in, Amber was begging me to stop. But I didn't. I forced her legs open more, pulled her even further off of the couch, and stuck my tongue so far up her ass that she almost shot off of the couch.

Her eyes stared deeply into mine as I looked up and across her beautiful body. I was licking, sucking, and fingering every spot my mouth, tongue, and fingers could hit. I was going to make sure before I was done that I never wanted to see another dick in my life, and I was going to be only eating pussy. And so was she.

Fifteen minutes in, after her eighth or ninth straight orgasm, Amber finally had to push my head away from her pussy. "Jill, you have to stop." She begged me.

I backed away, letting her catch her breath momentarily, but I knew it was now her to run to please me. I guided Amber down flat on the couch as she was still wiping the sweat away from her head. As I stood over her, I pulled my t-shirt off and unclasped my bra, letting them fall to the floor. I unbuttoned my jeans, shimmied out of them, dropped my panties, adjusted her head so slightly to center her on the cushion, and leaned over her face, straddling one leg over the body and set my dripping wet pussy right on top of her face.

I don't think she even had a moment to prepare before my pussy was on her lips. Her tongue shot out and swirled around my opening as I hovered over her, grasping my tits and sliding my hips back and forth across her chin and nose.

"Yes! Eat my pussy." Sprang from my mouth time and time again. I was looking down across my body, seeing her eyes staring up at mine as her mouth pleasured me.

I moaned out, "Harder baby! Faster," as If I wanted her to stick her whole face inside of me. "Lick it! Suck it." I demanded as her mouth continued to please me.

"You want my pussy baby?" I asked her repeatedly, hearing her muffled, "Umm, Humm's," answering my questions.

Amber brought me to my first, then second orgasms back-to-back. I stood over her shaking, my legs jerking as her tongue and mouth swallowed down all my wetness. "Fuck Baby. I need more," I clambered out, as her mouth kept going.

I pulled my right hand from my tits, gathered a mouth full of saliva, spit it all over my index and middle finger, reached behind me, and slid my finger deep into my ass as she was eating my pussy. I hovered over her feeling her warm wet tongue pleasing my pussy, as I was fingering myself in the ass, feeling the sensation of being pumped while being eating. I moaned and groaned out until I exploded all over her face, just letting myself accept her motion as she kept going.

I looked back to see her right hand playing with her tight little pussy. Her fingers swirled around her clit, getting herself even more aroused as she as pleasing me, and it was at that moment that I knew we had entered into new territory. We had gone from the girl who had never had pussy before to one who was now working on me getting me to orgasm number four, all while playing with her pussy in excitement.

I leaned slightly back so I could put my hand over hers, and in concert, we both worked, rubbed, teased, and fingered her pussy until she came again, all while she tried to stay focused on making me cum again. It was a magical moment. I couldn't stop staring at her hands and mine, playing with her pussy, as she was eating me. All I wanted to do was keep going. To slide off of her and go back down on her again. To eat her until she shook so hard, her muscles would lock. To eat her ass, until she came and begged me to fuck her with my fingers, with my tongue, or a sex toy. Whatever it took to make us realize this was life for us now. Two women absolutely ravishing each other's bodies in ways most could never understand.

When she made me cum again, I had to climb off of her. I had to take a few minutes to regain my strength and let my body come down from my pleasures. I laid on top of Amber. We kissed deeply. Our tits pressed against one another, our bodies warm and sensitive to each other's touch. We whispered words of love and admiration, and what finally hit home more than anything was when she whispered, "I love you; I want this feeling forever."

We ended up falling asleep on the couch after making love even more. It was a long night in terms of sleep because neither of us slept well on the couch, being pinned against one another. And when moments arose, we were kissing and fingering each other to orgasm, only to sleep a bit longer, but then start all over again.

I can tell you what an amazing feeling it was waking up next to her, naked, warm, cuddling under blankets, knowing we were taking further steps to come out and tell the world about us and have some very deep, sensual, erotic, yet forceful sex right there in my front room.

However, as excited as we were, the most challenging part was yet to come, and even though I believe we both had been mentally prepared, the moment had arrived. It was time.

I was shaking like a leaf on a tree when I told my mother. She took it better than I expected but still had moments of disbelief and quoted the Bible several times. My father wasn't much better, but at least he just grunted, kissed me on the head, and said, "Whatever makes you happy."

Amber didn't have any better luck with her family. Her mom and dad were rather pissed. They were not pissed because she was dating a woman, but they felt that I was cradle-robbing because I was much older. She assured them about our love, passion, and desire to move forward, but I suspect they had reservations. Of course, our families demanded to meet both of us before Christmas to "sit down and talk." A fear and now a reality we had to face.

The night I met her family was the most nerve-wracking moment of my life, outside of my wedding night. I think I threw up twice before I even left the house. I dressed as best as I could without looking like I was attending a funeral and tried doing my make-up so I appeared to be younger than I was. We had dinner with them, and as the night progressed and as they talked with me more, they asked me questions and began to understand where I was in life and who I was looking for; I think they started to accept me.

A few days later, both of us were at my parents' house. They loved her from the word go. Not because we were lesbians in some secret relationship; they just fell absolutely in love with her because of her charm, personality, and honesty. Coupled with the fact that she must have told them five times how much she loved me and knew it from the day we met, it was a relief that we had started coming out.

We had finally stepped out. We had come out, and the more we accepted our relationship, the more people we told, and the more we aimed for a wonderful Christmas holiday together, the more we grew deeper into each other.

On Christmas night, I got the surprise of my life, and she got a big surprise of her own. But I will tell you all about it in the next chapter. Just know that as scary as it was to truly come out and have to tell people close to us, family members, and declare our love, it was the most rewarding time in the long run because it led us to where we are now.