The word âshockâ doesnât even begin to describe my initial reaction when I walked in that day. âUnrealityâ or âsurrealâ would be closer, but it was just so totally opposite to anything I had allowed my self to imagine up to that day.
It was the day before my eighteenth birthday, and I was supposed to meet my best friend later that day at the mall, just like always. Weâd walk around and make fun of everyone, window shop a little and maybe, just maybe, she was going to get me my birthday present. I was really looking forward to it!
My mother had asked me to stop by my Auntâs apartment on the way to drop off a jacket she had borrowed from her sister. Having been there many times before, I just walked in.
You have to understand my aunt. Sheâs a little quirky to say the least. She lives by herself in a little apartment when she could easily afford to buy a house on her own. She says that she likes to be close to things. Sheâs not married yet, a fact that my mother laments constantly. âWhy canât she just find herself a good man and settle downâ? She is always asking my father, who certainly doesnât know. I think sheâs a little bit young to be getting married, myself. She is closer in age to me than she is to Mom. She has a great job. Something in computers. She thinks of herself a free spirit and always insists that I call her by her first name without the âauntâ attached whenever mother isnât around.
The apartment seemed quieter than usual; my aunt usually has some kind of music playing. And it seemed empty. But I knew she had to be home because her door was unlocked.
I just figured I would drop the jacket in the kitchen and take one last look around before I left to be sure she wasnât somewhere about. Sheâd never forgive me if I stopped by and didnât take a minute to say âhiâ to her.
I looked in the living room and the powder room, then down the hall to the spare bedroom. Nothing. For a second I detected a little rustle in the master bedroom and smiled to myself because I knew she had to in there getting changed or ready to go out.
Nope.
Hereâs the shocking part for me. I pushed the door open and was getting ready to say something inane that died in a gasp on my lips as I looked up.
My Aunt was there, all right. And she had company.
My Aunt was sitting on the edge of the bed and her company was standing between her legs with hand buried in my auntsâ hair. My Aunts hands were up under the open shirt of her guest, and her lips were exploring the area between her guestsâ bare breasts.
They heard me and looked up. Thatâs when I almost fainted. Her guest was my best friend.
I couldnât believe it. It was all too much! Not only do I discover that my Aunt is lesbian in a cruel surprise, but my best friend, whoâve Iâve changed clothes in front of a countless number of times was too! What was going on here?
I must have blanked out and been there gasping like a fish out of water because they were looking at me with concerned looks on their faces and talking. Only I couldnât understand what they said. It all sounded like a string of unconnected words to me.
One of them took me by the hand and sat me on the bed and was saying what sounded like comforting words to me. I just sat there staring around me with my mouth agape. I could feel my Aunt running her fingers through my hair and my partially undressed best friend patting me on the knee comfortingly.
I have no idea how long it was I sat there, looking foolish, but I was just starting to come to my senses and looked up to my best friend to ask âwhatâ? âWhyâ? âHow long have you two been loversâ? But again the utterances died on my lips because my Aunt and best friend were looking at each other. Not like lovers, but conspirators. And I couldnât see my Aunts face, but my best friend got this look of resolve on her face, and I got this really tight scared, feeling in the pit of my stomach.
My best friend looked back down at me, cupped my shocked face in her hands, and said quietly, âdonât worry, baby, weâre going to explain everything to you, intimatelyâ
Before I could even try to think about what that might mean, her hand slipped around the back of my head, and her face came down to mine, and she began to kiss me. Hard. Since my mouth was just hanging open, her tongue sort of naturally slipped into my mouth.
I froze. I had no referent for what was happening. While I was still a virgin, I had kissed a couple of boys few times. That experience was nothing like this. The boys kissed sort of sloppily and with experimentation. This kiss was hot and passionate and deep.
She broke off when I started to shake my head from side to side. I could feel myself trying to say âno, stopâ! But all I heard was my best friend saying âOh yesâ and a little giggle from my Aunt.
I could feel myself being pulled down back onto the bed and my arms being pulled above my head as my best friend followed me down and climbed on top of me.
I was scared to death. I didnât want to do this, and I didnât know what to expect, and everything about my up bringing screamed how wrong this was. All I could think was âwhom do I go to tell about this when it was overâ?
Because there was no doubt in my mind it was going to happen. I had no chance. They were both strong, in-shape women, and I didnât have enough control over my own body to even scream.
My friend started to undress me, unbuttoning my blouse slowly, kissing me as she did so on my face, lips shoulders and arms. I regained enough control to turn my head away from her but she didnât stop. In fact it seemed to excite her!