A serene winter’s Friday night was suddenly shattered by the doorbell ringing four or five times in quick succession as if a teenager was punking me, followed by frantic pounding on the door. It was nearly 11. What the hell was going on?
As I peered through the peephole, I expected to see nothing. Much to my surprise, my niece was the frenetic apparition on the other side.
I opened it and Laura bolted in, throwing her arms around my neck, sobbing uncontrollably as she buried her head into my shoulder. I hugged her trying to comfort her from whatever malady that had besieged her.
I stroked her lovely, blonde hair saying, “It’ll be all right, Laura. What’s wrong?”
She looked up at me with her electric blue eyes, which were red from crying, saying, “He broke up with me.”
“Who broke up with you?”
“Rickey!!”
“I take that’s not a good thing.”
“No, I love him and he dumped me for another girl… a slut.”
You see, Laura was a sophomore at the local university and I was her nearest relative she could converse with in-person. She definitely needed a face-to-face personal consolation for an event of this magnitude.
“Aunt Julie, what am I going to do?”
“Well, let’s sit on the couch, have a drink and just calm down a bit.”
I fixed her a nice strong Harvey Wallbanger, one of my favorites.
“Take a big drink and then tell me what happened, sweetie.”
She literally drank about half the drink and began spurting out the details of the breakup. After about fifteen minutes with bouts of rage against Rickey, the male species in general and sobbing, the drink started to take effect and Laura’s speech slowed and she became much more composed and appeared to be reconciled to the situation.
Laura is the daughter of my oldest sister, Katie. Laura and I had always been close because our ages differed by only ten years. She always felt comfortable talking with me about things much more so than her mother, who is twelve years senior to me. I was a late-in-life surprise for mom and dad.
She had finished her drink so I made her another one. As she slipped on this one, we talked about what had happened.
“Why are men like that?” Laura asked.
“Well, I wouldn’t call a twenty-year-old male a man per se. His anatomy might say he’s a man, but his brain isn’t there yet, and from my experience, sometimes it never arrives.”
“What do you mean?”
“At his age, men are driven by the brain between their legs and it overrides everything.” I explained. “Most women, on the other hand, want security, compassion and a mental connection with someone before they commit to a relationship. Women are more in tune with their feelings and have more empathy for others than men. That’s why you find them teaching, doing social work, being nurses, psychologists. They want to help people.”
Laura snuggled up to me and rested her head on my shoulder. I wrapped my arm around her and kissed her forehead. She hugged me tightly.
“Laura, it’ll be all right. I know it hurts right now, but tomorrow’s another day. Why don’t you stay here tonight? I don’t think you’re in any condition to drive, plus it’s starting to snow.”
“Aunt Julie, you’re always looking out for me. I love you.”
She burrowed deeper into my shoulder. As we sat on the sofa, I stroked her hair and rubbed her arm trying my best to console her broken heart.
Suddenly, I became aware of just how beautiful my niece had become. Her golden strands glistened as thread-like shards illuminated by the fireplace’s glow. It also gave her complexion a radiant, warm, effervescence hue. In spite of her personal trauma, she looked lovely. Her breasts heaved as she sighed and became more relaxed. Her arm slipped around my waist as she hugged me tightly.
“Laura, I’ll get the guest room ready. Wait here.”
“Aunt Julie, I don’t want to sleep alone tonight. Please, can I sleep with you?”
“All right, I think I have a long tee-shirt you can wear as a nightie.”
Laura followed me to my bedroom like an obedient pup. I rummaged around in a couple of my dresser drawers before I found it.
“Here, try this on.”
Laura began removing her clothes. She was oblivious to my gaze. My goodness, she was more lovely as each piece of clothing fell to the floor. When she took her bra off, I saw her lovely breasts. Why in the world would any man dump this beautiful creature?
I began to peel off my clothes as Laura watched. After I had removed my bra, Laura chimed in, “Aunt Julie, you have some very pretty boobs. I wish my boobs were as big as yours.”
“Laura, your breasts are perfect for your body. They complement everything else you have going for you.”
“Awwwe, you’re so sweet. You know just what to say to make me feel better.”
We climbed into bed and she snuggled up as we spooned. I wrapped my arm around hers and squeezed a bit. Like a ground swell, her breasts rose and fell with her breathing.
“Hmmm, that feels nice.”
“You’re safe here with me, Laura.”
“Thank you. I need someone to hold me tonight.”
I gave her a little peck on the cheek and kissed her neck. It was a little thing, but I felt her shiver.
A short while later, she rolled over and said, “I can’t sleep. Can we talk?”
With only the sheers drawn, the sodium-vapor street lamp provided plenty of subdued light to see her beauty. She began re-telling the story of her and Rickey. I listened, stroked her cheek as I moved the hair from that angelic face after it slipped over it. How stupid could a man be to dump such a beautiful, smart woman? I just didn’t understand men.
As she finished this rendition of the Rickey saga, I said, “You need a close girlfriend to confide in.”
“I have you, Aunt Julie.”
“Yes, that’s true, but I mean one you can be really close to and who can help you when you really need that something extra,” I replied.
“Something extra?? What do you mean?”
Once again I moved the hair from her eyes, saying, “Well, someone to hold you and kiss away your hurts.”
“I don’t have a girlfriend like that. I’ve never even kissed a girl.”
I parted her hair from her ear and kissed the outer portion and nibbled lightly on her earlobe. She let out a relaxed sigh as she tilted her head slightly to allow me easier access to her neck. I peppered kisses from her ear down the nape of her neck. I could feel her tensions melt away.
“Oh, Aunt Julie, that feels so nice.”
I rolled her toward me so I could look into her sparkling eyes. There wasn’t any fear as my hand glided over her cheek tucking her long, golden tresses behind her ear. As I kissed her succulent lips softly, I felt goosebumps raise on her arm.
“I’ve never been kissed like that before. I don’t know how to describe it.”
“Well, Laura, it’s like an Almond Joy – indescribably delicious.”
She chuckled at my meager attempt at humor.
“That’s my girl. A smile looks good on you.”
I kissed her again except this time with a little more passion. She responded like an eager student as her tongue slipped into my mouth.
I edged her body closer as my tongue reciprocated. I could feel her fleshy mounds pressed against mine as our tongues probed the wetness of each other’s mouth. I kissed her cheek then her ear. My tongue began to trace the outer shape of it then suddenly I inserted my tongue in her ear and licked feverishly.
“Stop, that tickles,” Laura begged as she tried to push me away.
My tongue quickly moved to her neck muscle as I sucked and burrowed my tongue into her succulent flesh just along the long muscle. Her legs pulled up as she writhed at this new erogenous zone probing. She pulled me up to her lips and we kissed until she spoke.
“You kiss so much better than Rickey. They’re so soft, loving and passionate. I can feel your passion. I like it,” Laura exclaimed.
“So do I.”
We kissed again as my hand ventured to her breast and grazed over her fabric covered mound. She moaned in my mouth. I flicked her nipple, producing another moan as it hardened slightly. She emitted a deep, guttural moan as I gave her nipple a light pinch. It grew to an inch in length.
“Oh, Aunt Julie, you make me feel so alive,” Laura volunteered.
I rolled her from her side to her back and kissed her with my most passionate French kiss. Her body became animated as she wriggled beneath me. As if she’d never been so aroused, her hands began to swarm over my nightie. My hand slid under that Hello Kitty tee shirt. Her breathing accelerated. She shivered when my hand touched that fleshy mound with that taut clump of flesh on top.
“Aunt Julie, I never…” Laura tried to speak, but my lips and tongue swallowed her words. I took her hand, placing it on my breast then whispered in her ear, “Show me what you like.”
Her fingers clasp the base of my breast as she lightly drew them up to my nipple. Now, I was the one getting chills. She did this several times and finally began pinching my nipple, softly at first then harder and harder and harder. It hurt so much that I nearly screamed, but the instant she let go, I nearly came. Oh my god, what an adrenaline rush. My slit was soaked.
Whispering, Laura said, “Rickey likes to hurt them. I like it, too.”
My fingers slowly inched their way up the soft, golden fur of her belly toward her fleshy mounds. Feeling the change in her contour, I knew I had arrived at my destination, her breast. As my fingers glided over its silky skin, I pulled her tee-shirt up to reveal those lovely, suckable mounds. She had beautiful boobs. I kissed my way up from her belly to the underside of her breast. I peppered it with kisses then moved to the top side. I finally licked her nipple, which was hard and erect.
She writhed under my tongue. I moved to straddle her belly. My finger glided over the surface of those young, perky boobs up to her nipples. I rolled them lightly between my fingers initially then began to pinch them with ever-increasing pressure. Laura’s eyes began to flash and her eyelashes fluttered faster and faster the harder I pinched. Her hips pushed upward as she moaned, “Aunt Julie, it hurts so good.”
I released them. She gasped and inhaled several deep breaths saying, “Again! Again!!!”
I repeated the process. She was amazing. It was like riding a untamed filly. This time I don’t think I could have pinched any harder. As soon as I released them, she came, screaming, “Agggggggggg, oh my god, fuck!”
I leaned forward and began sucking her abused nipples first one then the other. She began trashing and crawling at me like a feral cat in a burlap sack.
I quickly got into the 69 position and pressed my kitty down to her lips. She was in a wild state and began licking and sucking at my lips while I buried myself between her legs. Damn, did she taste good.
Her hips pressed upward on my tongue and gyrated so I could lick and suck exactly where she needed. She was moaning into my creamy slit as she sucked on my clit. If she’d never done this before, all I can say is that she had great instincts.
She screamed into my pussy then her hips thrust upward uncontrollably several times like an electric stimulus was being administered. Her hands tore at the bedsheet. She gushed a flow of her sweet, creamy cum over my tongue, which I gulped down like a drunken sailor on shore leave.
I noticed that her cum was thicker than mine. Hers was more the consistency of honey and just as sweet. Mine is thinner, more like maple syrup but still sweet. Must be those ten years.
I sat up and pressed my syrupy slit on her mouth. Her tongue moved up and down my gash then she licked my rosebud and began tongue fucking it. Oh my god, what a rush!
My fingers were buried in her slickness, working in and out as my thumb massaged her clit. She was driving me wild with your tongue. Her kitty was a flood of honey cum and made a squishy sound as I worked it frantically.
Her hips began to undulate. That’s when I dove between her legs. Feverishly lapping at her entrance to paradise, she sucked hard on my clit, which sent me over the edge. My pussy spasmed then gushed my own syrup for her.
“Mmmmm, it’s so good,” she muffled into my pussy.
I was licking and sucking her clit while fingering her pussy almost violently. Her mouth disengaged from my kitty.
“Yesssss, Aunt Julie, yesssssss.”
I thought I had cracked open the heart of a beehive. There was delicious honey everywhere. I licked and sucked it all up. God, she tasted so fresh and sweet. Her hips thrusted upward and her legs began to shake followed by another gush from her honey pot.
I lapped at her until she pushed my head away.
“No more, I can’t any more right now. I need to catch my breath.”
I rolled off of her and kissed her with my cum-coated lips. She responded in fashion.
“Aunt Julie, I had no idea that girl-girl sex could be so fantastic.”
“Well, women know what makes a woman feel good, so it’s only logical that a woman could make you cum like that.”
“It was fucking wonderful. Sorry, Aunt Julie, I get nasty when I cum.”
“Yes, a good orgasm brings out the animal in all of us. That’s fine. Do you think you could sleep now?”
“I’m sure I could after that. Thank you sooooo much. It’s just what I needed.”
“Anytime, Laura, anytime.”
She snuggled into my breast as I hugged her tightly. Sleep made its appearance.
