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."
