Amber the Babysitter

Amber, the babysitter, Pt. 7

Being in love is a fantastic feeling, and getting there is just as heartwarming. Being in love with a woman is an even more interesting feeling, especially after you've lived your life as a straight woman until you discovered new passions. Nothing I have ever known has felt so unusual, unnatural, or unimaginable as wanting a woman. Yet, just as exciting, elicit, and taboo is knowing that's what you want. How your heart longs differently for someone other than you ever expected. To realize that you would rather be eating pussy than sucking dick is a wild feeling. It's even more enlightening when you are on your back in a 69 with a woman you are in love with, seeing her wet, wide pen, waxed pussy waiting for your tongue and fingers as her tongue and fingers pleasure yours.

I know I sound repetitive in some of these stories, but I promise you the more Amber and I talked and got to know each other throughout our relationship, the better our relationship got. The more I got to kiss her and hold her, feeling her skin pressed against mine, the deeper I accepted us. The more I got to eat her pussy, make her cum, and receive the same from her, I began to realize I was never going back.

There was nothing more I wanted than her to be with me. I loved when she held my hand in public, for the kids to see her in the morning, and for me to take her to events, parties, and gatherings as my girlfriend, my lover, and my life. And the more I opened those doors, and she did the same for me, the better and deeper our situation developed. If you thought I had been pussy crazy before her, you had no idea how much that deepened once I was with her. I couldn't even believe it myself. All I wanted was to be making love. To have my fingers, my mouth, and my tongue exploring every inch of her body, just as she was doing to me. I have no doubt the more we had sex, the more she truly accepted that she was a lesbian and she liked pussy, just as much as I did. Maybe even more.

As Christmas approached, I realized what magical moments Amber and I had shared in just under a year together. Just about everyone who needed to know about us knew. And I felt confident in us moving forward. There's always that sense of fear or the unknown in every relationship, but those had drifted to the far recesses of my mind. Amber was showing me how much she loved me. She proved to me that our age wasn't an issue. She was building her life around me as I slowly built mine around her.

I would have never imagined that years ago, I would have ever been in love with a woman. That I would be telling the world I was in a lesbian relationship. Moreover, I was in a lesbian relationship with a beautiful, sexy, intelligent, and caring woman who was 20 years younger than me. That I had been married, had kids, and now I sleep naked next to the woman of my dreams. That I was so in love with her that if she left, I would probably be more suicidal and more emotionally distraught than I was when my husband left me. But here I was, waking up morning after morning, weekend after weekend, with her beautiful, warm, sexy body next to mine after heated exchanges of lovemaking, leading us to a life together.

Surprisingly, I believe she had less fear and less concern than I had. Even as time moved on and we opened up more to everyone about our relationship, I don't think she ever had those nights when she second-guessed her decision. If she did, she surely never mentioned them to me. It was like she knew I was the one for her, and that's all she needed. She had broken down the walls that protected her heart. Those "slow down" and ensure you are moving in the right direction thoughts must have all but dissipated. She dove right in without looking back. And I absolutely loved her for it. Perhaps in her own little way, with her courage and determination, she helped me break down those same protective walls and just accept that I was in love with a woman and wasn't scared to move forward.

I wanted to do something special for her this Christmas. I planned on asking her to move in permanently as she was about to start her internship so we could both be the "working moms" coming home to one another. I just didn't know exactly how or when to breech that subject. We had been together for just about eleven months at that point, and even though our anniversary wasn't until January, I felt I needed to make this season extra special.

I asked her to decorate the tree and the house and make it her own since she never had a place of her own. I wanted to give her full reign to make it her style. She and her kids did a fabulous job, and the house looked like something out of a magazine. I bought her all kinds of gifts; I hoped they would warm her heart. But I wanted to make us have an "extra special" sexual Christmas that would be embedded in our memories for years to come. On the way home from work one day, I slid over to the adult store and purchased a strap-on. It was nothing major, big, or wild, just a simple toy we could try. I had the wild idea of having her on her knees and fucking her in her pussy, until she came, then sliding it into her ass and pounding her hard. I wanted her to cum as she had never cum before, and I wanted to make sure I was the one making her cum like that.

Christmas morning arrived, and we had a family Christmas together. The kids were overflowing with joy, as was she with all the gifts and toys we had bought for everyone. It was a magical time, finally being out and open and sharing this moment with my girlfriend. It was a frenzy of wrapping paper flying, toys being slid across the front room floor, new clothes being tried on, and breakfast being made. It was one of the best Christmases I had in years.

After the kids left for their fathers that afternoon, I made us a wonderful dinner. We sat at my table, eating together by candlelight, sipping wine, and listening to soft music. It was an incredible relief to know that we had made it through the morning hustle, had surprised the kids with a boatload of gifts, and were celebrating our first Christmas together, out and open and in love.

As the hours passed and the night grew to an end, I still hadn't asked her to move in. I figured I'd wait until we were cuddled in bed, just about to make love and make it more memorable, especially if we played with our new toy and had a night of more erotic and intense sex than we ever had before.

We were sitting on the couch, talking, laughing, and enjoying each other's company, discussing the stress of tomorrow's events. Because tomorrow was a more significant day for us, we had her parent's house for an early dinner and my parents for dessert. In both cases, new, un-met family members who would be in attendance, and after discovering that we were dating, would be asking us a million questions. But right at that moment, we had peace and quiet and were enjoying our time alone by the softly lit light from an end table lamp and the Christmas tree.

I got up and walked over to the tree to shut it off so we could go to bed. As I bent over to pull the cord, I saw a small box wrapped in red Christmas paper.

"What is this?" I asked her. "I thought we opened up all the presents."

"It's something special for you." She replied.

"For me?" I inquired.

"Yes," Amber spoke as she walked towards me.

"Open it up," she whispered.

I unwrapped the paper and saw the little black box it contained. My heart grew weak because I didn't know if it was a bracelet or earrings, but she had surely gone out of her way to buy me something special. As I popped the box open, a beautiful, thin silver band sat inside. My heart leapt in my chest because I knew where this was going.

Amber grabbed my hand and said, "I don't have enough for an engagement ring, so I bought you a promise ring."

"I want to be with you forever, and I promise to always love you and be faithful. I want us to get married. Will you wear this ring until we are ready for that time?" She asked.

"Yes." I bolted out loudly. "Yes!"

Amber pulled me in for a long, deep hug as my eyes welled up, and I began crying. I could feel the warmth and love in her touch, and even though she "technically" didn't propose to me, I knew she wanted to spend her life with me. And I, well, I wanted to spend my life with her.

I wiped the tears from my face as she pulled from our long embrace and looked deeply into my eyes while she held my hands. Her lips trembled as she whispered, "I love you and want us to get married."

"I love you too," was my reply. "I want us to get married, too."

I pulled her to me again, holding her, letting her know how much she meant to me.

Amber guided me through the house by my hand, turning the lights off as we walked. She then guided me into my room and rested me on my mattress, where she knelt before me. We sat in silence for a few minutes, staring into each other's eyes, and I knew just how hard it was for her to ask me to be her's forever, even though she didn't have the money to buy me a wedding ring. I started to feel really stupid that as much as I had given her earlier in the day, with clothes, money, and gift cards, my special gift was to ask her to move in, which I hadn't done yet, and a strap-on sex toy. Yet, here she was on her knees, her ring on my finger, giving me the gift of a lifetime: her love. I felt I had dropped the ball. Like maybe I should have been the one proposing to her and buying her a wedding ring.

I was so choked up I couldn't even swallow. I kept thinking to myself how lucky I was that this beautiful, talented, sexy woman wanted me forever, and I was too dumb to take the opportunity to have asked her to marry me.

I pulled Amber up into my arms and held her. It was a defining moment for me that I will never forget when I whispered in her ear, "As soon as you finish school and land the job of your dreams, I will walk down the aisle with you, and I will be your wife."

I felt Amber's hug tighten, and I knew we had both accepted that one day soon, we would be wife and wife. There was no going back. As much as I may have been in love with men at times, nothing compared to the love and depth of emotions I felt for her. I thought to myself that if I was the woman of her dreams. Then, by God, I was going to be the woman of her dreams, and she would be mine.

We kissed deeply--more profound than we ever had before. This time, there was no doubt; we had both just accepted that we planned to be together forever. That it was going to be us against the world. Two out, proud, loving, and married lesbians, making a family the best we could. Making love the only way two women could and accepting that when life was over for either of us, our headstones would read beloved wife of...

I wanted her more than she could have ever imagined. I wanted to be inside of her soul, her body, her spirit, and her mind. It was a feeling I had never imagined I would ever achieve with anyone. I've asked myself countless times, how does one fall so deeply in love, let alone so deeply in love with someone of the same sex, that nothing else matters? To this day, I can't answer it. All I knew then, and all I know now, is that every morning when I wake up, I see her pretty face. It's her beautiful lips I get to kiss. It's her sexy body that I get to hold, play with, and make love to. And in those fleeting moments of that kiss in my room, feeling that ring on my finger, knowing she would be with me forever, I wanted nothing more than to make her feel loved beyond her wildest imagination.

In those precious warming moments, I grasped Amber's hand and spoke, "I have wanted to ask you this all day; I just never found the right moment. Will you move in with me? With us permanently? Come live here?

Anber smiled widely and whispered, "Yes," as she edged upwards, hugging me deeply. It was a very loving, accepting, and defining moment for both of us.

When we pulled away, we both leaned in for an incredibly long, deep kiss as both of us cried tears of joy. Amber pulled from our kiss and stood before me. Without a word, she lifted her shirt over her head, unclasped her bra, dropping it to the floor, and looked at me like she had never done before. After she caressed her breasts briefly as I sat gawking, she slid out of her jeans, slid her panties down, and asked me a question I will never forget; She whispered, "Do you want this pussy forever?"

"Yes." Softly and gently came from my mouth.

"Good," she replied. "It's yours!"

Amber leaned into me and pushed my body back onto the bed. As she did, she whispered out to me, "I can't wait to be Mrs. Hennigan."

She climbed right up and over top of me, sliding her body continuously upwards until her pussy was right at my face. Before I could even lick my lips and get ready, she lowered her pussy right onto my face and started sliding back and forth in excitement of what was to come.

I licked, sucked, and swirled my tongue around every inch of her until she was chirping loudly, her body shaking and her legs locking as she came all over my face. "Keep going," she moaned out as I listened to her commands and kept pleasuring her while looking up across her naked body, seeing the enjoyment in her eyes. In my mind, I kept thinking what an incredible transformation she had undertaken from someone who was so shy and uneasy about making love our first few times, who has now, climbed up on top of me, buried her pussy right on my face, and is demanding I keep going to please her. I couldn't have wanted anything more at that moment.

This was going to be my wife. This was the person I would be having these moments with for the rest of my life. It was her sexy body, her wet waxed pussy on my mouth, and her warmth, love, and bubbly personality I would get to enjoy forever. Even though I had been fucked senseless by several men in my life, I couldn't tell you how aroused, emotionally attached, in love, and soaking wet I was that minute. I could feel every inch of my body tingling. My pussy throbbed, and my ass was wide open, awaiting something or someone to fuck it hard and long. Even though I wasn't cold, both of my nipples were rock hard. I couldn't have been more alive and engrossed than I was at that second.

After Amber came the third time screaming gout my name while her body shook and quivered, she slowly slid herself down off of my face, bringing her chest to mine, her weight on top of me, and her lips to my face. She stuck her tongue out and licked around my lips, my chin, and along the sides of my face, tasting her juices, she had released all over my face before she brought her mouth to mine and kissed me deeply.

"I love you." She whispered through our kiss.

"I love you too," was my reply.

Amber slid her body down off of me and onto the floor. My feet were still dangling over the edge of the bed. She reached for my jeans button, popped it open, and unzipped my zipper. As I had done to her just a few days prior, she forcefully pulled my pants down while I slightly lifted off the mattress, assisting her. Her hands rubbed up and down my legs and across my panties until she had a firm grasp on both sides, yanking them down. She pushed my legs open, leaned up in, and rammed her face deep into my pussy. Her tongue swirled around me as I started moaning aloud.

I don't know if it was the moment, the ring, her taking the initiative minutes before, or just the fact that we decided we wanted to get married one day, or her agreeing to move in, but every swipe of her tongue across my lips and around my clit made me wetter than I had ever been in my life. As if her tongue had a special texture to it, rougher, longer, thicker than it had ever been before, and with each passing swipe, it sent feelings deep into my loins she had never elicited before. Minutes into it, I was cumming while screaming her name as I held my legs up with my hands under my thighs, begging her to keep going. Her tongue swirled round and round, in and out of me, pleasing me like a woman should be pleased. Including her licking all around my asshole after I came the second time, pleasing the back just as she had the front.

We went back and forth, pleasing each other, having our tits pressed up against each other, tasting the cum on our tongues as we kissed, fingering each other to depths we had never known before. I swear, at one point, she had four fingers inside of me while she kissed me deeply, and if she wanted to push for all five, I would have been happy to take it.

It seemed to me that every time we made love, it wasn't some - orgasm one time each moment. Each time, we went longer, harder, deeper, and experimented more to please each other. Nothing was off limits.

When we finished and lay in my room, I had to get up to pee, and I wanted to slide on a robe or long t-shirt because it was a cold, chilly night. And after sweating like I had during sex; I needed something to cover me. As I opened my dresser drawer, I looked down and realized the strap-on I had bought was still neatly wrapped, hiding away from younger eyes.

I giggled aloud a bit, and Amber inquired what was so funny.

"Well," I said. "I bought something for us that does not even compare to what you bought me; maybe we could try it another day."

"What is it?" She asked inquisitively.

"Ugh," I moaned. "It's something for us, but we can open it another day," I replied.

Amber sat up in bed and said, "Baby, if you got it for us, let's see it."

I wanted her to open it, not to embarrass her, but to have her decide whether she liked it or not, let alone use it. I didn't know what to do. Should I let her open it or put it on and surprise her with it that way?

I decided the best way to handle it was to wear it. I told Amber to put on the table light and get comfortable under the sheets, and I would put it on and come out in a few minutes.

I pulled the box from my drawer and found an old negligee that was designed to cover just my torso. I didn't grab any panties and slipped into the bathroom. I fumbled with it in the bathroom for a few minutes until I figured out how to get it on and strapped it tightly to my hips with the little nude-colored dick sticking out in front. I opened my bathroom door just a crack and spoke loudly to Amber, "Are you ready for me."

"Yes." She replied in anticipation.

I opened the door all the way, walked out, but leaned up against the door frame, sticking my new fake dick out and pointing it in her direction.

Amber's eyes lit up, and she sort of nervously giggled. "Oh My," came out of her mouth as she rose from the pillows she was lying on.

"That looks like it could be fun." She spoke further as I started walking towards her.

The conversation was nervous and awkward as I approached the bed, but minutes into both of us cuddling under the covers, playing with the fake dick like it was real, the nervousness subsided, and the erotic curiosity heightened. It was beyond arousing for both of us.

I'll tell you all about our first strap-on sex in the next chapter. Just be advised that Amber took that dick like a pro, both in her pussy and in her ass. And well, I got to experience it too, but not until the next morning as she had me bent over my kitchen table.

It was amazing...