This story is a sequel to Shawna Helps Me. You may wish to read that one first to fully appreciate the background of this one.
VISIT WITH MY AUNT
After leaving Shawna's house, I drive uneventfully to visit my Aunt Sally. She isn't my real aunt - she's a long-time friend of my mum - but I always call her that.
All during the week with her, Shawna pervades my thoughts and feelings. On the last day, I'm sitting at the kitchen table stirring the remnants of my breakfast cereal, staring into it. She asks me, "Where are you, Mary? You've been in a fog since you got here."
I shake myself out of the fantasy I'd been having, kissing Shawna and feeling her hold me. "Oh, it's nothing, Aunt Sally."
"Don't give me that, Mary, I know you. At least I did. Something's happened, hasn't it? Are you okay?"
I look up at her and see her in her nightie, her small, firm boobs scarcely concealed by the sheer fabric, her nipples' prominent bumps poking out. My body blushes all over at the sight before I can think. I have always seen her as attractive, but it has never translated to sexual feelings until now. Shawna's awakening of my lesbian nature has changed that.
My mind catches up. I blush brightly at the awareness of my unexpected flush of feelings. "Uh, yes, I'm fine, Aunt Sally," I blurt, raising my eyes from her boobs to her quizzically smiling face.
"I think we need to talk, my sweet Mary." She takes my bowl and rinses it off in the sink along with the plate she had her toast on. Turning back, she takes my hand and leads me to the sofa.
I'm embarrassed at my sudden attraction to my aunt, but I can't deny my growing excitement. I feel my nipples harden a bit and hope they don't show too much through my nightie. She puts her arm around my shoulder as we sit.
"Did something happen the other day, Mary?" she inquires.
"Well, yes, my car broke down and I had to get it fixed."
"I don't mean about your car. I mean with you."
The memories of my day with Shawna come flooding back. Oh, how can I tell Aunt Sally about my amazing blossoming? Will she be abhorred that I have turned into a raging lesbian? I can't begin to think how to respond.
"Cat got your tongue, Mary? Well, maybe I can ask you some questions. You had a woman tow your car to her home, is that right?"
"Yes," I muttered, thankful that I could give a short answer.
"What's her name?"
"Shawna."
"And Shawna fixed your car?"
"No, but she has a friend who's a mechanic who fixed it the day after."
"Wow, you are lucky."
"Yes."
"So you spent the night with Shawna?"
"Yes."
"How old is she?"
"Oh, a little older than me, in her early twenties, I'd guess."
"Is she pretty?"
I choked at the question, wondering where this line of questioning is leading. "Uh, yes she is." My head is spinning, wanting to spill the beans and tell her everything, but hesitant to avoid her disapproval.
Aunt Sally smiled. "You know, Mary, you've always been able to be open with me. I always accept you, no matter what."
"Yes. Yes, I know, and I've always appreciated that."
"So tell me, Mary, did something happen with her?"
I pause for what seems like hours, although it is only a few seconds. "Um, yes."
"I thought it might have. You seem so different."
I breathe heavily, thoughts churning inside me. I finally decide I can confide in her. "Yes, Aunt Sally, I am different."
"Really? Wow? Do tell."
"You've always been so kind and supportive of me. I hope you can understand."
"I'm sure I will, dear, and you know I will always accept you."
I pause again. "Well, she was kind and comforted me when there was a thunderstorm. You know how they always freak me out."
"Oh, yes, I remember."
"She held me as I was crying, and made me feel better."
"Nice."
"Then..." One more pause before I say, "she kissed me."
"That's nice."
I feel the floodgates open and I want to tell her everything. "Oh, Aunt Sally, I'd never felt such a lovely kiss. So soft and gentle, and she didn't push me or anything. I'd never kissed a girl and not many boys. I've been pretty naΓ―ve."
"Nice, and then?" Sally asks.
"Um, we ended up making love. Is that terrible?"
"Of course not, Mary, I think that's wonderful."
"Really? It's not wrong?"
She laughs and says, "Oh, Mary, didn't you know? I've been lesbian for years. After Bill died, I dated a few men but nobody interested me. Then a friend showed me how wonderful a woman can be, and I've not looked back since."
"Wow, I didn't know."
"Well, now you do."
My gaze drops to her boobs again, and I see that her nipples are hard. Oh, does she like me that way? My nipples harden in response.
"You know, Mary, I've always thought you might turn out this way. You never seemed to have a boyfriend, but had good female friends."
"True."
"I've always had feelings for you as you were growing up, but of course, it was never appropriate to express them when you were a child. But now you are a woman, and..."
I am wondering what she means by her "and".
"But I'm so much older than you, so you wouldn't be interested."
"Interested?" I ask.
"In kissing me."
I look up at her smiling face, and through the surprise at my aunt's news, I feel excited. I find myself saying, "I'd like that."
She gasps. "Oh, really? Oh, I've wanted to kiss you for so long."
I smile, lean forward and tilt my face up, offering my lips.
She leans down and kisses me softly. I return the kiss, leaning into her, not shy as I had been with Shawna's first kiss. I feel her arms wrap around me, pulling me against her. One of my boobs touches hers, and my passion flares.