Sabrina worked in the office of admissions at the local junior college. She had worked there since she was twenty-two, through two failed marriages, two children and countless administration changes. At forty-nine, she was the senior person in the office in age and years of service. The other women in the office respected her and liked her because she knew every job and treated everyone fairly. The two men in the office admired her for her intelligence and lusted after her for her good looks.
The men often joked that Sabrina wore tight fitting clothes to keep the fat from springing out. That her boobs would sag to her knees should she take off her bra and that her hips would expand two-fold if she were to take off her girdle. They didn't know that Sabrina never wore a girdle. That she had worked hard and continued to work hard at her looks and her figure. And if she were to take off her clothes in front of them, they'd swallow their tongues and pass out from excitement.
In the fall of 2007, as classes started, I moved in with my Aunt. I was starting over at twenty-three, out of work and nearly out of options, I started back to school at the insistence of my Aunt. She helped me get a school loan and even found work for me at the school. My Aunt Sabrina promised that she would make sure I would not fail.
I took up residence in her attic -- a spacious, cozy room that resembled a loft apartment more than an attic. I had a queen size bed, a desk, a couch, a lazy-boy chair, a small refrigerator and her old stereo system and all of her vinyl albums. I helped out around her house, raking leaves, mowing the lawn, painting a guest room on the second floor and occasionally cooking a meal or two during the week when she worked late.
Our relationship was great. I admired Sabrina for the way she carried herself and the way she managed her life. She always seemed to be in complete control. She let me come and go as I pleased and insisted that we sit down, at least once a week to discuss how things were going. In no time at all, Sabrina, the Aunt I hardly knew, became my best friend.
More than a best friend, I loved and yearned for my Aunt in the most carnal way possible. I watched her bending over to get things out of the refrigerator, I saw her tits swing inside her robe on Saturday mornings. I watched her sunbathe in the back yard in her bikini and on more than one occasion, I listened at her door while she masturbated herself to an orgasm.
Sabrina stands about 5' 8" in heels and has long, dark hair that is usually tied up in a bun or back in a pony tail. She has perfect tits, probably about a 38 C and her hips have a little meat on them, but not excessively so. She always dresses in skirts and slacks, very professional and everything she wears compliments her form. I have seen the way men and boys at the school look at her. There is a moment of amazement when men first see her that turns quickly to full on lust in seconds. If she paid the men and boys any attention, I never saw it.
I started dating Melanie in October. Melanie was a pretty sophomore, majoring in art; all of twenty, she still lived at home and was planning to attend a school in the east after she finished at the community college. Melanie was sweet, sometimes feisty and always adventures. On our second date, she announced that she needed to taste my cum to determine if we were really compatible. Lucky for me, the tasting was successful and we progressed quickly from there.
I stayed with Sabrina during the holidays, my mother was having an identity crisis that involved dating several men of varying ages and I just didn't feel comfortable with that situation. Sabrina saw her son and her daughter for Christmas while I spent time with Melanie's family and getting my cock sucked in Melanie's parents bedroom closet.
I had no plans for New Years, Melanie had to work until ten and then she was going to come over to the house to spend the New Years with me in the attic. Sabrina had a school faculty/administration party to attend and probably wouldn't be home until late. I made myself dinner, watched some television and then went upstairs to my room to wait for Melanie. I fell asleep about eight and woke up a little before eleven. I heard voices downstairs so I made my way to the top of the stairs to see if it was Melanie.
From the bottom of the stairs I had a perfect view of the hallway leading down to Sabrina's bedroom. The old house was big and had large hallways that I could have rode my motorcycle down. The next set of stairs went down about seven steps to a landing then made a right turn down ten or so more steps to the living room. I didn't see anyone in the hallway so I stepped out and moved to the railing where I could see the landing.
Still, no one, but I could hear the voices and I was sure it was Melanie and Sabrina. I moved slowly down toward the landing when I heard Melanie say, "Are you serious?" in a rather shocked tone.
I stopped in my tracks and then I heard Sabrina say, "You're an artist. You mean to tell me you've never experimented?"
There was silence and I was still fighting the pull of sleep. I cautiously crouched down and looked under the railing into the living room where Sabrina was holding Melanie's face with one hand in a gentle, loving way. Sabrina in her three inch heels toward over Melanie in her tennis shoes. Sabrina's hair was done up, making her appear even taller. The dress she wore was bright red with a thin, white pattern that looked like a belt around her waist. Her face was made up, her eyes, lined with dark mascara and her lips a bright, vibrant red.
That's when I noticed the smear of lipstick on Melanie's mouth. Melanie was looking up at Sabrina with her pretty green eyes, her blonde hair falling onto her shoulders and down her back. She reached up and touched Sabrina's cheek with her hand. "You really shocked me."
Sabrina laughed lightly, "You were standing under the mistletoe."
"I've never -- almost never -- kissed a woman before."
Sabrina's eyes grew wide with glee. She leaned in and kissed Melanie on the mouth, softly. Melanie responded by parting her lips and welcoming Sabrina's tongue into her mouth. When they broke the kiss, Sabrina said, "Almost never?"
Melanie looked dazed for a moment, then as she recovered, she said, "A party in high school. I got pretty drunk and made out with this lesbian girl."
"Nothing more?" Sabrina prodded.
Melanie laughed and blushed, "Not really, just some serious necking."
"Never sucked on a woman's nipple? Tongued a clit?"
Melanie blushed more and pulled back. "I -- I, my God, Sabrina, you're the last person I'd expect to have this conversation with."
Now Sabrina laughed and turned toward the bar on the far side of the living room. "Do I come across as a prude?" Sabrina poured a couple shots of gin into a glass and then poured vodka into another glass. She motioned to the couch. "Do you think I've never sucked a cock or had someone cum on my chest?"
Nervous laughter slipped from Melanie's throat. One of her favorite things to do was have me pull out and cum on her chest and neck. No doubt, Sabrina was aware of our activities. "Sabrina." Was all Melanie could say.
"I'm a single woman in a fairly small town, Melanie. I learned a long time ago, that any sexual exploits I have, soon become public knowledge." She handed the glass of gin to Melanie. "I should say, any sexual exploits with a man."
"You mean that you sleep with women because -- "
"Women are much more discreet." Sabrina said with a coy smile.
Melanie sipped the gin. "Are you trying to seduce me?"
Sabrina sat down on the couch next to the bar and patted the seat next to her. "You're a beautiful young woman, Melanie. I see you come over here, hear you up in Nate's room. I've seen your paintings, your sketches, I get a sense from you that you have a wild side that is waiting to be... unleashed."
