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.
Anyway, the decision, it appeared was being made for me! Sheila squeezed me tightly and said "Oh well, time for bed." So saying she released her arm from around me and stood to go. I remember a feeling of sadness, a momentary frustration of not trying to do more; this emotion intermingled with a slight sense of relief. The pressure would be off and after Sheila had gone I could lay back, close my eyes and fantasize, and in my fantasy, gain relief in masturbation!
In a mindset of accepting her departure I was prepared to accept her "Goodnight caress", accompanied by her usual butterfly kiss as she said goodnight... What actually happened, I had not even considered, it had never even crossed my mind, but, as she leant toward my lips to kiss me I somehow wrapped my arms around her neck and without a second thought; I held her there and kissed her... Kissed her deeply, passionately, wantonly, and to my utmost amazement, Sheila spontaneously responded in a kiss that developed and developed. Our arms entwined one about the other. Responsive lips molded together as our mouths opened mingling one to the other as our tongues met in the loving embrace of passion and mutual desire. With neither of us releasing from this loving kiss, Sheila slowly lowered herself against me! In an instant I had gathered her into my caress, drawing her nearer and nearer as she leaned against me, with increasing passion she then rolled across me to lay by my side still enveloped in this caress of love; never for a moment did either of us release the other from this glorious, lip locking, tongue devouring kiss of passion!
Slowly, hesitantly, deliriously entranced by the emotions of the moment our kiss became momentarily lighter and lighter to the touch, but as quickly as we had sensed the drawing back of that kiss, we just as speedily resumed its hitherto height of passion and need. Never had a kiss meant so much, never had a kiss entrusted itself to such a depth of desire and love, but as all things must, it slowly, lovingly, came to its momentary separation; we were quiet for along while, just looking at each other, but we both knew there was between us a need to express our thoughts, our emotions of the moment and the desire that these moments had propagated!
"Oh Sheila, Sheila, I cannot tell you how long I have dreamt of that kiss." Moving herself to rest on one elbow, looking down to me she smiled, "Aimie, believe me I have shared that same dream, but darling, you are so young and you're Mum and I....." As I placed a finger to her lips, Sheila's voice trailed into quietness, it was a gesture which I followed by kissing her once again, it was a kiss that engendered a response, a kiss given freely in return, and in the doing I reached to her breast, squeezing her into my hand, simultaneously feeling the momentary increase in her response to my kiss and my touch... Kissing her neck, then her ear, I whispered "Make love to me Sheila." Drawing back, I looked seriously into her eyes and repeated my request, "Make love to me!"
Tentatively at first, Sheila's palm softly stroked across my cheek and with a gentle kiss her hand moved down to caress my breast as once again our open mouths and tongue came together! Gently caressing and squeezing my breast, her kiss became more and more ardent, rising to my eager response. Slipping the shoulder of my nightgown away, my breast came into her view and the warm wetness of her mouth encircled my nipple... The sensation was electric, instinctively my hand went to the back of her head, my chest moved toward her and I pushed her down onto my tit, the suckling of her mouth on me filling me with a sigh of "Oh Sheila my love, more my darling more", drawing back from me she had me take my nightgown off and as I did so she removed her clothes exposing that wondrous body. For the first time in my life; young naked body, met mature adult naked body and as the two melted one against the other the bodily sensations of heat, softness, and desire succumbed to the wantonness' of love making!
My dreams of wanting to have this woman came to the fore; rolling her to her back my hands finally felt all that I had wanted them to feel in the caresses of her breasts, caresses soon to be followed by the satiation of my mouth. My lips taking their pleasure of her hardening nipples beneath their wet attentions, these wonderfully exposed desires, now totally devoured by my sexual kisses, first of one and then of the other. My fingers delighted in the fullness of their shape as I caressed and kneaded them with my hands, my fingers relishing their sensual softness. I was totally absorbed by the essence of this woman, my ardour further enhanced by my pleasure as my mouth and tongue absorbed the delights of kissing and suckling those oh so erect nipples, pleasures that were quite obviously being enjoyed by us both. I was in blissful heaven and loving delight and I knew there was more to come!