The white cotton fabric of her panties made a scratching sound as it rubbed hard against her pubic hair. Wet heat was penetrating the only barrier to the pussy I had dreamed about since I was sixteen. The situation had deemed it necessary for hard, rough kissing. Our tongues were battling, roughing the other up, our mouths had become instruments for something other than verbal communication; instead it was a primal and taboo language we were speaking.
The reasonable part of my mind knew the room was quiet, only filled with our gasps, but the raging attraction and lust filled my ears as if a turbine engine had been placed beside the bed. Her breath and mouth had the hint of a cigarette, something I hadn't been particularly attracted to in other women, but something I then loved. Her long brown hair, crumbled against a pillow, smelled of a scent I can't rid my nostrils of to this day.
I've literally had hundreds of situations exactly like this, but for who it was, this one was exhilarating. My hand was jammed down her sweatpants, furiously rubbing her wet pussy. Her hips squirmed to force even more pressure from my arms. We hadn't even started fucking yet, but I already knew this was the sexiest fuck I had ever experienced.
The woman below me was Diana, in her forties, but still looked twenty; she had been a long time friend of my mother, and a long time masturbatory fantasy of mine. I had known her for a long time; she first entered the family as a girlfriend of my hard-to-settle-down Uncle. She had always been beautiful. When my Uncle grew tired of the "routine", she had stayed close friends with my mother, which gave me even more access to be close to her.
Or so I though. I only saw her sporadically, and, to my irrational disappointment, it was never a situation that would give me the opportunity to seduce her. In hindsight, it's ridiculous to assume a sixteen year old kid could possibly seduce a woman of such beauty, but what are irrational thoughts for; I was a horny teenager.
I joined the military at eighteen, just before September 11th. I joined, mostly out of laziness, and apathy toward college. But I made it through okay, and started my job as a medic. I had fun and partied it up something proper with frequent wild nights in a coed dorm with other young military females resulting in many sexual relationships, orgies and threesomes. My life back home quickly faded into a distant memory, and I wasn't sure that any sense of normalcy would be possible when I would go home; but I went anyway.
Of course, any fresh recruit makes a big announcement before taking leave the first time to go back to his hometown. You gain a sense of celebrity, especially after a war had just started. Everyone was excited, girls were waiting, and my old friends reserved the keg.
My mother had the greatest excitement, and threw a typical mom party for my arrival. All the family showed and while it was good to see them all, I felt bad that I was happiest to see that Diana had attended. She stirred in me an urge that had remained bottled up since I was young; no matter the situation, I saw her as a benchmark of sexiness. Sex and sultry seeped from her pores. As I walked into the room and laid eyes on her, she came to me and gave me a platonic hug. But I felt an electric surge through every muscle of my body. Her ample tits mashed into my chest, her delicate arms wrapped around my neck, her body tight against mine. The warmth from her, her scent, her face and eyes, they all made my core melt. A hardened soldier completely melted.
"I'm so glad to see you!" she said.
Holding back an hour long confession in which I proclaim my passion for her, I returned the pleasantry.
"It's been a while."
"I just had to come when your mom told me you had leave. You've grown so much! I hardly recognize you!"
I had never crossed the line, never given hint of my attraction, but I let it slip this time. Perhaps it was the knowledge that if I screwed anything up, I could leave and go back to the military, guarded from the embarrassment of gushing over an unhealthy adolescent obsession that never died; whatever it was I said,
"I'll always recognize you. I've never stopped thinking about you."
I wasn't even concerned that I had vocalized this hint of my obsession in a room with virtually my entire family present. I was in a sound proof room, guarded from rationality and reality.
She was taken off guard at first, she just looked at me. Her face still had the expression that she came to hug me with. As my words sunk in, so too did her expression, it sunk to a sudden realization I think. Then she spoke.
"We'll I'm glad to hear it. It would be horrible if you forgot about your Aunt Diana."
Had she brushed it off as small talk gone awry? I considered for a moment it would be a good thing if she hadn't perceived the truth behind my words. But deep down, I wanted her to take them for what her gut told her they meant. I wanted her to understand that I desired her, and had so for such a long time.
The typical tame party continued on, slowly as if in phases people began to go home, until only my Mom, Diana and myself were left. I filled the air with stories about my experiences, funny stories about my training, but it was just fluff to deaden the absolute furious tension between Diana and I.
A group of my friends soon stopped by unannounced, along with them they brought a liquor store, I guess hoping to lubricate any awkwardness in my being back and possibly being different than when I had left. The night continued on, my Mom retired early, soon after Diana, having a couple of drinks herself went to the guestroom, which had over the years become her home away from home.
The trip had worn on me, and after a short time I announced that I was exhausted. Reluctantly understanding, my friends went home, and I sat in the living room thinking about her. Thinking about what I had said, and my old irrational thoughts began to cloud my mind. I went for my room in the basement, totally prepared to just go to bed and rest, but the alcohol would let me as I passed the guest room door. I stopped, I imagined her in the room, and I stood there hoping she was on the other side thinking about me. I wanted her; I wanted her to want me back.
I turned the knob. A million things were flying through my head. What ifs that couldn't be answered in such short notice. This was unplanned, improved, bordering crazy. What would I do? Stand there? I couldn't answer the questions quick enough, and soon I was in the room. It was dark; the only light came from the green glow of the alarm clock. I stood silent in the doorway, slowly I closed the door.
I moved quietly to the bed. I could hear her breathing, the object of my fantasy was here before me, and the minute details were being filled in. Like how she sounds when she sleeps, how she moves, it was all a stimulus I couldn't control. I knelt down. The buzz I had from the alcohol disabled my ability to rationally think. One second I would consider touching her body, the other to leave.
Instead, she spoke.
"Jesse?"
"Yeah," I said.
"What's wrong?"
"Oh. Nothing."
I hadn't planned on conversation, how was I to explain myself?
