Both people in this story are eighteen or over. I was the eighteen year old and am now thirty-five.
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I could not believe it, even after the event, the reality, and the emotional sensations of amazement, delight and pleasure that had coursed through my very body. My dream, my desire, my fantasy had actually come to fruition...
It was not as if I was unaware of my lesbian sexuality, I had known from a very early age of my proclivity of need toward my own sex, it was an awareness that even my own Mother had recognised in me long before my first sexual experiences. I have a lot to thank her for really, we even had conversations about my feelings toward boys and girls. Bottom line, Mother understood, and although it was not until sometime later, even my Dad came to understand my feelings and both continued to recognise, and to accept them for what they are; that this was me and nothing was going to change it; I am a lesbian and that's that! I am one of the lucky ones, it only remains to say that I have a lot to be thankful for in their support and love of me.
I was in my teens when I had my first, real sexual experience, Amelia was her name and she was about six months older than I. It was an experience that truly confirmed and ratified all that I had hitherto experienced. It confirmed that my innermost feelings were honest and true to my emotional growth and inner self. Amelia and I became fervent lovers for some time and the only thing that brought it to an end was our diversity of direction when it came to us going to different colleges.
Never-the-less, even though I was still in a relationship with Amelia at this time, the events of this particular night were as if I was experiencing my first sexual encounter all over again. Furthermore, this was one experience that I could never have spoken about with my Mum, because it involved a close friend of hers; a friendship going back some many years.
At this time I was eighteen, Sheila was thirty-four and had a daughter aged three. She and her husband had divorced and on this occasion, on this special night, I was in her home again, babysitting.
I should tell you, I had had a crush on Sheila for a long, long time. She was beautiful, she was refined, slim, shapely, had short brunette hair of which I was most envious, and a cleavage that I wanted to simply fall into and ravish with my hands and the longing of my lips, lips which oft times salivated with a need to suckle and kiss the loving nipples always hidden from my sight. I held an overwhelming need and lustful desire for this woman... It was a fantasy, it was my dream, a dream that I knew could never be fulfilled! I was wrong....
Sheila knew that on this particular night that she was going to be home late, whenever this was the case, I simply stayed for the night in the guest room; no big deal, it happens! However, on this evening, she returned home earlier than she had anticipated getting home about half past midnight. Automatically, she went in to check on her daughter; fast asleep...
As was her routine, Sheila now looked in on me, not surprised to find me sitting me up in bed reading. "Aimie, you and your books!" I laughed as she came over and putting her arm around my shoulders, sat beside me to see what I was reading; "nothing to interesting, just a book report for school..." If only she had looked under the pillows she would have found my "guilty secret", the book that I was actually reading, the book which I had secluded when I heard her enter the house: "The Art of Dating Relationships and Sex for The Discerning Lesbian, by Kelli Jae Baeli." A wonderful, wonderful read.
Well we chatted about how school was moving along, and her evening with friends at a dinner party, the prelude to some charity event... "Oh Aimie, talk about boring, nobody wanted to move along with the event, just a bunch of stick in the muds!" So saying I leant my head toward her in a knowing gesture sort of way, and she kissed me on the side of my head. I had been so enjoying the sensations of her arm around me, the quiet slow way in which she stroked my shoulder and the way she ran her fingers through my hair; I have to admit, my love of, and my desire for this beautiful woman was beginning to conjure within me a long dreamt of need... My breasts felt hot and I could feel my pussy tingling and getting more than a little wet!
My mind was in a whirl, 'what can I do?' What about if, if, if, oh damn, what would she say? What would she do? No... Can't do that, she would be so shocked, maybe she would tell me I should leave!!! Oh Aimie, let it go, just keep your dream, keep your fantasy! I determined there was nothing else I could do; this love, this friendship was too great to jeopardize and lose.