A Sleepover With Aunt Stephanie

“Glen, can you press ‘Play’ for me,” Casey said, and I leaned across from the couch, and pushed the button on the CD player. Immediately, the room was filled with the sound of a crappy rap song, as my sister began to rehearse her latest baton twirling routine, for the fiftieth time. Okay, maybe it wasn’t the fiftieth time, but it seemed like it.

There are only a certain number of times you can watch a skinny twelve-year old girl prancing around, throwing a baton in the air and catching it, and still stay interested, but I sat there dutifully, watching Casey spinning, gyrating and jumping in time with the music, in her bright lime green practice leotard, and silver shimmer tights, and a couple of rather wicked thoughts crossed my mind, firstly, If she was a few years older, this might be more interesting, and then, I wonder if she’s got any hair down there yet.

Welcome to the world of a sex-mad seventeen-year old virgin.

As the song reached its ending, Casey jumped in the air, and landed exactly on the last beat, holding the pose for the count of two, and relaxing. “That was a good one,” I said, and meaning it, “you might get a place this time.”

Casey looked at the clock on the wall, and said, “Aunt Stephanie should be here any minute now. We better tidy up and get ready for her.”

There wasn’t really any tidying to do, just a matter of putting Casey’s practice mat and baton away, so as she grabbed her things, she said, “I wonder what she looks like. I haven’t seen her since I was, I don’t know, seven or something.”

“Probably hasn’t changed much,” I said, without, much interest.

My Aunt Stephanie was what people in my grandmother’s generation called a “change of life baby.” That meant she was born right towards the end of my grandmother’s childbearing years, long after Grandma thought she would have any more children.

There were four kids in my mother’s family. First, there was Uncle Max, then, two years later, Uncle John was born. Another eighteen months down the track, my mother, Julia, came along, and everybody thought that was it, but then twelve years later, when Grandma was forty-six, she fell pregnant again, to everyone’s surprise, and my Aunt Stephanie came into the world.

Apart from being sisters, my mother didn’t have much in common with Aunt Stephanie, but that’s only natural when you think about it. By the time Aunt Stephanie was six, and still playing with dolls, my mother was already eighteen, legally an adult, and probably playing a different sort of game, with boys around her own age, so it was almost like they were from different generations. I was born when my mum was twenty-six, so Aunt Stephanie was only fourteen years older than me, but when you’re a kid, a person fourteen years older is practically middle-aged.

Aunt Stephanie lived in the same city us, until I was twelve years old, and she was twenty-six, and that year, she met a guy called Brad, and moved to Queensland with him. Next thing we knew, she rang back to say they were engaged, but they never got married, and just lived together for five years. We never saw her for all that time, but she would send my mother a birthday present each year, and the family got a card from her at Christmas time, but apart from the occasional phone call, we didn’t have much contact with her.

About four months before my eighteenth birthday, my mother got a call from Aunt Stephanie, to say she had broken up with her fianc?after all those years, and had arranged a job transfer back to our home town, to make a fresh start. After a few more phone calls over the next few days, my parents offered to let Aunt Stephanie stay with us for a few weeks until she got a place of her own. None of this meant a great deal to me, because I hadn’t seen her since I was twelve, but my sister and I set about getting the spare room set up for our aunt, until she found somewhere of her own.

When you think about it, I was probably not much different from most seventeen-year old guys. I had sex on my mind a lot of the time, even though I had never had any, (at least the kind you have with another person), I masturbated almost every day, and I was looking forward to the day I kissed my virginity good-bye. Pretty standard, I guess.

I’d only ever had one girlfriend, whose name was Sally, but after we had been going together for a few months, her dad, who was in the army, got transferred to another unit in a different state, so that was the end of that. I never had sex with Sally, but we kissed and cuddled all the time, which was pretty exciting to a guy my age, and a few times she had let me put my hand in her pants, and finger her pussy. The second time I did it, I smelt my finger, and tasted it when she wasn’t looking, and I found out how exciting the smell, and the taste, of pussy were to a guy. I think if Sally and I had been going out together a little longer, we probably would have had sex, because things were moving that way, but it just wasn’t to be.

Stephanie was due to arrive that afternoon, and both our parents were at work, so it was up to Casey and me to meet her when she arrived. When the doorbell rang, a few minutes later, I knew who to expect, but I got a surprise when opened the door, and saw what she looked like.

In reality, at thirty-one, Aunt Stephanie didn’t look much different from the way she did five years before, but I was remembering her through the eyes of a twelve-year old, and I have to say that through the eyes of a horny seventeen-year old, she looked a whole lot better.

She was about five feet six, with a very curvy figure, full, rounded, and nicely-sized breasts, that were not too big, not too small, but just right, and a pretty face, that was full of life. She had hazel eyes, and her wavy hair was a light brown colour, a little lighter than I remembered, growing half way down her back, and her five years in the Queensland sun had given her a soft, even suntan. I had expected her to look like a younger version of my mother, but she actually looked like a very hot girl, who had just a faint resemblance to her. I was impressed, and suddenly the thought of this extremely attractive woman staying with us for a while became much more appealing to me. She was wearing a pair of snug-fitting jeans and a pale pink top, which really showed off her curves.

She looked at me almost blankly, when I opened the door, and then as she recognised me, she said, “Omigod! Glen! I can’t believe how much you’ve grown!” I’d been through two growth spurts since she last saw me, so I guess I did look pretty different. She gave me a hug, and then stood back again, to look at me. “You must be two feet taller!”

“I guess I’ve grown a bit,” I sad, feeling kind of stupid after I said it, and wishing I had thought of something more cool to say. I asked her to come in, and when she walked ahead of me, I saw that her backside was almost heartbreakingly beautiful, and those form-fitting jeans were hugging every contour of it. Just looking at her butt gave me a roller-coaster feeling in my gut, and I thought to myself that things were kind of looking up in the Copeland household.

I took Aunt Stephanie into the family room, to meet Casey, and after some hugs and kisses on the cheek, we sat around talking for the rest of the afternoon, until our parents came home, and I could hardly keep my eyes off her the whole time.

The next day was a Saturday, and Stephanie spent the day in a short, cream-coloured, linen skirt, and I saw that she had a beautiful set of toned, tanned, and well-shaped legs, that were entirely in keeping with her sexy figure. I found during the time she stayed with us, that she liked to wear short skirts, denim shorts, cheesecloth blouses and dresses, and sleeveless tops that showed off her cleavage, and I don’t think she was flaunting herself, it was just that she had a good body and she dressed to show it off. She even looked hot in her bank officer’s uniform, when she went to work in the mornings.

Aunt Stephanie stayed with us for a little over three weeks, and on the first day, she made it clear to my sister, Casey, and me, that she didn’t want any of this “Aunt Stephanie bullshit”. She wanted to be called Stef, so that’s what we called her.

During those three weeks, I tried not to fantasise about her, because after all she was my aunt, but seeing her walking around the house dressed the way she did, day after day, I gave in, and I would wank myself at night, imagining I was holding her curvy body, and fucking her. I would imagine scenarios where we were alone together, and she was overcome by lust, because she no longer had her fianc?o have sex with, and so she decided to screw me instead, and things like that. Did I mention I’m a pervert?

I even saw my dad copping an eyeful of her a few times, not that I blamed him. My mother had put on a little weight since her mid-thirties, but she still had a curvy body and a pretty face, and I think she and Dad were still pretty horny for each other in their forties, judging by some things I heard them say to each other, and the noises I heard from their room late some nights, but even the Archbishop of Canterbury would have taken a second look at Aunt Stephanie. In fact, he’d probably kick out one of his stained glass windows to see which way she went.

Before long, Stephanie found herself a small, two-bedroom house on the other side of town, and I was a little disappointed to see her move out, but seeing most of her friends from before she went away had either moved on themselves, or were now out of circulation, we still saw a lot of her after she moved into her own house. She had shown when she stayed with us that she was an accomplished cook, and she had us over for dinner a few times, and she spent a fair bit of time at our place.

Although she was over thirty, Stephanie had a young outlook, a funny sense of humour, and she even liked some of the same music as me, and we got on pretty well together. She looked like a girl in her twenties, and when she was around, I could hardly keep my eyes off her. Now and again, I would wonder what she was doing to satisfy herself, now that she had no man in her life, but I thought it wouldn’t be long before someone new came along. I thought a girl who looked like her could probably pick and choose anyone she wanted.

About a month after Stephanie moved out, my parents were due to take my sister, Casey, to the baton twirling tournament she had been practising for. The tournament was 300 kilometres from home, and the plan was to leave town on Friday afternoon and stay overnight for two nights, then come back home on Sunday. My dad must have realised I didn’t relish the thought of spending the weekend watching a bunch of little girls marching around, throwing batons in the air, so he and my mother decided to let me stay home. Then, my mother came up with the idea of letting me stay with Aunty Stef, as she insisted on calling her, so she could cook for me, and we would be company for each other. Naturally, I was pretty pleased to be spending the weekend with Stephanie, thinking I would get an eyeful of her every chance I got, and she was always fun to be around anyway, and Stephanie seemed quite happy about it, too.

I’d had a licence for about five months, so my parents left my mother’s car with me, and the idea was for me to drive over to Stephanie’s place, after school on the Friday afternoon, because they were leaving with Casey at midday.

After I got my act together, I didn’t leave home until about five o’clock, so I got to Stephanie’s place late just after five. She met me at the door, dressed in a short denim skirt, a bright pink sleeveless top that showed her cleavage, and a pair of gold coloured sandals. She looked very sexy, and I got that roller-coaster feeling as soon as I saw her. She didn’t look like anybody’s aunt, she looked more like a hot covergirl. Even at thirty-one, she could have been a centrefold model. In fact, she looked so sexy that if you put an X-ray of her gall bladder in a magazine, guys would have been wanking over it. She smiled wide, and said, “Come in, Glen, I thought you must have forgotten.”

“No, just disorganised,” I answered, walking in the door. “Come and put your stuff in the spare bedroom,” she said, “I’ve made the bed up for you.” She walked ahead of me toward the bedroom, and from behind, I watched her bottom as she walked, with that denim skirt ending a couple of inches below her buttocks, and I felt a ripple of excitement in my stomach. She was so-o-o sexy.

After I had put my things in the spare bedroom, we went to the kitchen. Stephanie made us both coffee, and we sat and talked for a while, sitting on opposite sides of the breakfast bar. Her cleavage was like a magnet for my eyes, and I had to make an effort to keep eye contact and not look down. “Got any plans for tonight?” Stephanie asked.

“No,” I answered, “What about you?”

“Well,” Stephanie answered, “I’ve got some DVD’s here. You can have a look through them and if there’s anything you like, we can watch that. If you can’t find anything you want to see, we can go to the video store and rent some.”

“Sounds good,” I said, looking at the outline of her breast through her pink top. I didn’t think she noticed.

Stephanie stood up, and picked up her coffee, and said, “I’ve got most of my stuff put away now, but I can’t remember where I put my DVD’s. I’ll just have a look in the lounge room for them.” We walked towards her lounge room, and she started to look in some of her drawers. I stood there, watching her, and the phone rang in the kitchen. “Can you grab that?” Stephanie asked.

I went to the kitchen and answered Stephanie’s phone, but it was a telemarketer, trying to sell her a new phone plan. I put on a fake Slavic accent and told him he must have a wrong number, then hung up on him. I walked back to the lounge room, chuckling and planning to tell Stephanie what I had done, but when I got to the door, I saw something that stopped me in my tracks.

Stephanie was looking in the bottom cupboard of a sideboard across the other side of the room. She was down on all fours, with her head down, in the bottom cupboard, and her butt in the air, so her short skirt was pulled right up, exposing her purple cotton bikini briefs. Her panties were pulled absolutely skin-tight across her buttocks, showing every ripple of her pussy, and the inner and outer lips were clearly outlined through the gusset. At seventeen, it was one of the sexiest things I had ever seen, and my eyes were riveted to it for a moment. I felt a tingle in my cock and balls, and that rippling wave of excitement passed through my belly, and I had to tear my eyes away. “Umm, Stef?” I called to her, clearing my throat.

“Oh, shit!” I heard hear say inside the cupboard, and she jerked her head out, and spun round on her knees, so she was facing me, but still on all fours on the floor. She reached round pointlessly, and tugged at the hem of her skirt to pull it down, even though it was now facing away from me, and there was a look of shame and embarrassment on her face, as she realised what she must have been displaying to me.

However, in the position she was in, on the floor, I could now see straight down her top, and I was getting a perfect view of her gorgeous breasts. I could see she was wearing a black lace bra, and it was hard to look away, but I stepped closer to her, and held out my hand to help her up. I tore my eyes away from her breasts, and I was looking straight at the wall behind her, with my hand out, so she wouldn’t think I was leering at her breasts, and she looked up, then back at the wall, and said, “What are you looking at?”

“Umm,” I started, “ahhh,” I stammered, and giving up, I patted my own chest, and looked back at her.

Stephanie looked down at her exposed breasts, and said, “Gee, I’m a dickhead,” and took my hand, so I could help her up. Once she had stood up, she adjusted her top, then straightened her skirt, and said, with a smile, “Sorry.“ She made another adjustment to her top, and said, “I don’t normally flash my boobs and bum at people when I invite them here.”

My cock had gone hard at the sight, and I was thankful I was wearing jeans that were not close-fitting. “That’s okay,” I said, trying to put her at ease, “It wasn’t anything to get excited about.”

Stephanie looked at me with a funny smile, and said, “So, are you saying my boobs and bum are pretty ordinary?” I could tell she was only kidding, but I blurted out, “No, actually, they’re not that bad.” I wished I hadn’t said it as bluntly as that, but Stephanie came back with, “Well, that’s a compliment, from a young guy like you.” She looked really pleased.

Then, she put her hand on my chest, and said, “Don’t worry, I was only mucking around with you. We’re family. We can do that.” She was still smiling, and then she said, “Come on, let’s go and have some dinner.”

I followed her towards the kitchen again, but after only three steps, she turned on her feet to face me, and said, “So, you reckon my boobs and bum are okay?”

I was a little surprised at the question, but I said, “Honest answer?”

“Yeah,” Stephanie nodded, as if she already knew the answer, “Be honest. I can take it.”

“Well, to tell you the truth,” I said, hoping I wasn’t going to say something that would get me into trouble, “they’re not just okay, they’re actually kinda nice.” I braced myself in case she took it the wrong way, but she smiled even wider, and said, “If you keep coming around here saying things like that, I’ll get a swelled head.” She paused, furrowed her brow, and said, “Or is that ‘swollen’? Anyway, keep boosting my ego like that and you don’t know where it’ll lead.” She turned back, and continued leading me out to the kitchen again, and I thought, I know where I’d like it to lead.

Stephanie had cooked home-made Italian food for dinner, and she had a bottle of lambrusco to go with it. She asked me if I drank red wine, and I told her I had some now and again, so we both had a couple of glasses each with our dinner. Over diner, we talked about her job, plans she had for her house and stuff like that, plus we joked around together, as we usually did. During the time she had stayed at our place, I had found that Stephanie and I were kind of on the same wavelength with our sense of humour, and we could bounce jokes and stupid remarks off each other, and have fun together, even though she was much older.

A few times over dinner, the image of Stephanie’s panties, pulled drum-tight over her pussy and buttocks would pop into my head, whether I wanted it there or not, and occasionally, I would look across at her and remember that underneath that pink top, a sexy black bra was holding those beautiful tits in place. The thought would make my cock harden under the table.

At one stage, she said, “Glen, have you got a girlfriend?”

“I used to have one, but she moved away,” I said, and I went on to tell her a bit about Sally. It wasn’t like I had a broken heart or anything, but she said, “I’m surprised a handsome young guy like you hasn’t got a new girl by now.” I was quite pleased with myself to hear her calling me a “handsome young guy,” but I thought she was just being nice, and although I knew nothing could ever happen between an aunt and her nephew, it still felt good.

I could feel the effects of the red wine, and I guess Stephanie could too, and at one stage, she spoke about her time in Brisbane. “Do you miss Brad?” I asked.

“Sometimes,” she answered, then went on with, “I miss having a man in my life, and that kind of thing.” I didn’t expect her to continue, but she said, “And sometimes I miss having a warm body in bed with me, and everything that goes with it.” She went silent for a moment, and smiled like she was thinking of something.

“I’m surprised you said that, to me, anyway,” I replied.

“Well, it’s part of life,” Stephanie said, “nothing to be ashamed of.”

I didn’t answer, but it occurred to me that it would be nice to help her with that problem. After dinner, Stephanie got up and started to wash the dishes, so I grabbed a dishtowel to help. When she saw me with the towel, she said, “Hmmm, tall, handsome, and helps with the dishes without being asked. You’re gonna have girls lined up for you when word gets out.”

“Well, I can’t just eat and let you do all the work,” I answered. As usual when we were together, we clowned around over the job, and at one stage, I slapped Stephanie across the bottom with the rolled up towel. In retaliation, she flicked suds from the sink on my face, but then she grabbed a hand towel from the rack and began to dab my face dry. Being about five inches shorter than me, she had to lean up to do it, and her soft breasts were pressed against my chest. I could feel the warmth from them, and I could smell Stephanie’s feminine scent, so my body responded. I hoped she didn’t notice what was happening in my pants, but I don’t think she did. Once again, her breasts were like magnets to my eyes, and I glanced down briefly, and then looked back in her eyes.

Stephanie looked down at herself, and saw her full breasts squeezed against me, looked back up with a smile, and said, “Oops! Sorry. I wasn’t thinking.”

She drew back slightly, so her breasts weren’t pressing on me, and kept dabbing my face. “You don’t have to keep apologising for having boobs, you know,” I said.

“You’re really sweet,” Stephanie said, giving my face one last dab, “You don’t realise how sweet you are sometimes.” I wasn’t sure what she meant by that, but I thought, And I don’t think you realise how sexy you are sometimes. She grabbed my left sleeve near the shoulder, and pulled me over towards herself, so I could see my reflection in the window over the sink. “All gone,” she said, brightly, showing me the suds were gone from my face.

After we had done the dishes, Stephanie and I went to her lounge room, to watch a chick movie we had decided on from her DVD collection. While she was setting up her player, I saw some photo albums on the coffee table, that I hadn’t noticed earlier, and I started to look through one of them. Stephanie saw me looking, and said, “I haven’t found a place for those yet.” She sat down next to me on my right, on the two-seater couch, and started to show me some of the pictures in the album, and explain who was in them and when they were taken.

We were sitting quite close together, on her couch, because it was only a two-seater, and this was not lost on me, as I smelt her scent, and felt the warmth from her, and occasionally stole a glance down the front of her pink top, when she leaned over to show me who was who in the photographs. Some were of my parents, before I was born, and some of my mother when she was growing up, and Stephanie and I had a few laughs and giggles about the clothes, and things like that. Now and again, I would feel a wave of excitement going through me, as Stephanie leaned against me, to point out someone in the albums, or to explain something to me, especially if I smelt her hair, her skin, or even her breath.

After a while, I looked at Stephanie and I said, “I haven’t seen any of you when you were a teenager. Have you got any of those?”

“Why do you want to see that?” she answered, making eye contact, smiling sweetly.

“I just want to see what you looked like,” I said, smiling back. I was curious to see if she was always so sexy.

“Well, don’t laugh when you see them,” Stephanie said, “ I was pretty thin when I was young.”

I wasn’t sure if I should say this, in case Stephanie took it the wrong way, but I said, “So, all those curves are a relatively new thing?”

“I didn’t know you were taking notice,” she smiled back.

“Just because you’re my aunt, doesn’t mean I can’t look,” I said.

“Guess not,” she replied, looking down at herself.

“So, what about those pictures?” I said.

“In the blue album over there,” Stephanie said, and I saw there was an album with a blue cover on the other side of the coffee table. I leaned forward to reach for it, but at the same moment, Stephanie leaned forward as well, placing her left hand on my right thigh to brace herself. We had leaned forward together, neither of us realising the other was going to do the same thing, and our faces were close together, as we both reached for the album. I turned to face Stephanie, in that position and she turned to face me. Our faces were close, and our eyes met, and Stephanie seemed to take a breath, and she kissed me on the mouth. It was a soft, sweet, but very quick kiss, and she drew back, and looked at me as though she was surprised at herself, and said, “Sorry! Omigod!, Sorry! I don’t know what I was thinking!”

She sat back heavily on the couch, with a look of concern on her face, and said, “It must be the wine, and talking about Brad, I don’t know. Sorry.” She looked at me as though she was waiting for me to say something, but I was too surprised to say anything, although I was also very excited.

“It’s okay,” I said, and then I had to swallow to moisten my throat, “Umm,” swallowing again, “you just took me by surprise.”

“I don’t know what I was thinking,” Stephanie repeated, shaking her head, “you must think I’m terrible.”

“No, I don’t,” I said, giving my head a quick shake.

“Well,” Stephanie said, a little warily, “what are you thinking? There’s something going on in that head of yours. I can tell.”

I had nothing to lose, and I was too excited to really think about what I was saying, so what came out of my mouth was, “I was thinking, I wish I had time to kiss back.”

Stephanie’s face started to smile, but it also looked like she was weighing things up in her mind. I realised that I had been so surprised, I was still leaning across the coffee table, with my hand towards the photo album, so I sat back on the couch next to her.

“We could always try it again,” Stephanie said, turning her whole body to face me on the couch. I looked at her, wondering if I had heard her right, or if I had misunderstood somehow, after all, she was my aunt. A very hot, very sexy aunt, but still, my aunt just the same.

Stephanie looked at me for what was probably only a moment, but it seemed longer, and she said, “Well, we can’t do it with you all the way over there.” Then, with a kind of understanding smile, she leaned closer, and said, “Come on. I’ll make it a little easier.”

I was both excited and nervous, and I swallowed, and awkwardly put my arms around her over the top of her shoulders, and then I pulled them back, and put them under her arms, and back around her. She had a funny little smile at my awkwardness, but she sat and let me get on with my clumsy efforts to hold her close, without saying anything. My heart was pounding, and I hadn’t even spoken yet. Our faces were now only inches apart, and Stephanie gave me a sweet smile, and said almost in a whisper, “You’re nervous, aren’t you?”

“A little bit,” I said, understating the truth by a long way.

“That’s okay,” Stephanie said, “There’s no rush. We’ve got all night.”

I moved forward, and kissed Stephanie’s soft mouth. It was a warm, soft and sexy kiss, with no tongue, but her lips were open just a little, and the kiss reached down inside me and triggered off an incredible, yearning hunger. Who would have thought that a kiss from your aunt could be so exciting? When we broke the kiss, her lips had the faintest smile, and she said, “Not bad for beginner, but if you want some more practice, don’t go away.” I smiled in spite of my nerves, and kissed her once again, this time, holding the kiss a little longer, and squeezing her body gently.

This time, Stephanie seemed to swallow, and take a breath after we had broken the kiss, and she said, “Now you’ve got my attention.” I wasn’t sure what she meant, and I guess she saw it in my face. She leaned forward, and kissed me again, still soft and sexy, but this time with a hint of tongue. The smell of her breath was making me even more excited, and with our faces still close, she said, “Glen, when a guy kisses a girl hard, and holds her firmly, like you just did, it does things to her, inside.” She gently placed her right hand on my right thigh, about half way down, and said, “You understand where this is going, don’t you?”

“I think so,” I said, seriously.

Stephanie looked down at her own hand on my thigh, and after a sigh, she looked up at me and said, “You and Sally never,” pausing, looking for the right word, “never went to bed, did you?”

I shook my head, too nervous to speak, wondering if Stephanie really was leading up to taking me to bed with her. “No,” I managed to say, with a slight rasp in my voice.

“So,” she said, “you’ve never, umm, gone to bed with a girl.”

“No,” I said, again, shaking my head.

Stephanie looked back down at her hand again, and gently rubbed my thigh with it. She pouted for a moment, and still looking down, she said, “We’ve got all night, you know.” She took a deep breath, and this time, looked up at me, and said, “So, what I’m saying to you is, do you want to finish what we’ve started here?”

“Yes, I do,” I answered, “I’d love to.”

“I know it’s your first time, Glen,” Stephanie started, “but we’ve got all night. There’s no rush, and we can just take our time, but it’ll be amazing.” She kissed me again, a long, soft and sexy kiss, and then drew back only slightly. She looked as though she was waiting for my reaction. However, my gaze was drawn to her breasts, liked a nail to a magnet, and I looked down at them, and the sight of them, so close that I could feel the warmth from them, gave me that ripple of excitement through my belly again.

Stephanie smiled again, a little mischievous, a little understanding, and she said, “You like them, don’t you?”

“Of course I do,” I smiled, “They’re gorgeous.” I couldn’t believe I’d said “gorgeous,” but Stephanie said, “I’ve seen you looking a few times tonight.” Then she paused again, looked me in the eyes, and said, “Not just tonight, either.”

“Sorry,” I smiled, “I just couldn’t help it.”

“You don’t have to apologise,” he said, “It’s nice to get some attention.” Then she added, “Would you like to touch them?”

I nodded, and said, “I really would like to.” I reached up and very gently brushed Stephanie’s right breast with the back of my right hand. I was so excited by that, I nearly burst. Then, I very gently touched the same breast with my left thumb and forefinger. I must have looked like a guy defusing an unexploded bomb, but I didn’t have any real experience in handling breasts. Stephanie looked down at her breast, smiling at my tentative fondling, and said, “You’re very gentle, and I like that, but would you like to take my top off? It might be easier for you.” She smiled at me, an incredibly sweet smile, considering what she was saying.

“Okay,” I said, and I gently lifted her top up, as he lifted her arms to let me pull it over her head. As soon as I saw her black bra, a cold, tingling wave of excitement passed through me, and I gently put my left hand on her right breast again, feeling for the nipple inside her bra. I took the nipple between my left thumb and forefinger, feeling it harden just slightly. Stephanie’s black bra was cut away to show some cleavage, so I leaned down and gently kissed the exposed part of her right breast, and I felt her take a deep breath. “That feels nice,” she said, very softly. Then, she put her right hand back on my right thigh, and gently moved it up to brush against my hard tool inside my jeans. “That feels nice, too,” she said, still in that soft voice, with a little smile, “Very hard,” she added, as she gave it the gentlest of strokes with her fingers, through my jeans.

Stephanie kissed me again, and said, “Would you like to come into my room with me? We’ll be more comfortable in there.” I could only nod, I was so nervous. Stephanie stood, and took my right hand in her left hand, and said, “Come on. I want to take you to bed for a while.” I stood up as well, and we walked to her room, with Stephanie holding my hand, like we were two young lovers or something. It was sweet, sexy and something I would never have expected.

We walked into her room, and the bedside light next to her queen size bed was already on, so the room was lit with a dim glow. Stephanie turned her body to face me, and said, “Would you like the light off?”

“Can you leave it on?” I said, and then I added, “You’re, ummm, really,” I paused, smiling, unsure if it was the right thing to say here, “You’re really beautiful, and I’d, ummm, like to see you,” and then I haltingly added, “if that’s okay.”

“Of course it’s okay,” Stephanie said, smiling. She kissed my mouth again, and said, “Now remember, we’ve got all night here, so there’s no rush. We can take our time, and if things happen a little faster than you expected, the first time, we’ve got all night to, ummm, do it again,” she smiled, and put her arms around my shoulders, looking me in the eyes and adding, “Stick with me kid, I’ll make you a star.” We both smiled.

We walked to her bed, with Stephanie’s right arm on my left shoulder, and beside the bed, she turned and held me close. Then, with her left arm still around me, she reached around and undid her denim skirt, and let it fall to the floor. She stepped out of it, and was now standing in front of me with just her purple cotton bikini briefs, and black lace bra. She looked overpoweringly sexy, and she looked down at herself, then back up at me to see my reaction, and said, “I’ve taken my skirt off. I think you should take your jeans off and get into bed with me.” She gently pulled my belt out of its buckle, and looked up at me, challenging me to continue.

I was still nervous, but I was also incredibly excited by the sight of Stephanie in her underwear, so close to me, and making it clear she was mine for the taking. That kind of relaxed me a little, now that she had made it clear that she wanted me, and I said to her, “Just one thing.”

“What’s that?” she said, smiling as if she expected it to be fun.

“Turn around,” I said, and she gave me a funny look, as though she wondered what I was up to. “It’s okay, I just want to look at you from behind,” I said, and Stephanie turned her back to me. The sight of her bottom in those purple briefs again, just sent that ripple through me again, and I gently placed my right palm on her right buttock, and moved it down in a caressing motion, then held it there. I was so excited, I could hardly speak, but I said, “You know how I said your bum was kind of nice?”

“Yes, I remember,” Stephanie said, turning to the right to look back at me over her shoulder.

“Well, the truth is,” I said, placing my right hand gently under the waistband to feel the skin of her buttock for the first time, “if Shakespeare saw it, he’d want to write a sonnet about it.”

I took my hand out of Stephanie’s panties, and gently turned her by the shoulders, to face me, and she said, “It’s nice to be appreciated.” Then, she undid the stud on my jeans and gave me that look again. I took the hint, and undid my jeans entirely and slid them off. Stephanie threw back the covers, sat on the bed, and swung her legs up, then slid over to the other side, lying on her right side to face me, and leaning up on her right elbow. She looked at my hard cock, pushing out inside my underpants and, with a smile, said, “You may be nervous, but you haven’t got stage fright,” then she patted the bed next to herself.

I got in beside her, and she lay there, making me come to her. I moved closer, lying on my left side to face her, and I put my right arm around her waist. The very touch of her bare skin was electrifying. I kissed her mouth, taking my time, tasting hers, letting the excitement wash through me, and she offered me a little tongue, but left me in control. When we broke the kiss, she said, softly, “Now that you’ve got me into bed, it’s time for you to have your way with me.” She had a little smile, as though she was waiting for me to make my next move.

“Glen,” Stephanie said, almost in a whisper, “This is your first time, and if you jumped on me right now and fucked me, that’d be okay, but the difference between sex and great sex is foreplay.” She looked at me, making sure I understood, and reached around behind herself with her left arm, to undo the catch on her bra. After a moment, it came undone and her bra loosened across her breasts at the front. Then, she turned so she was now on her back, but still with my right arm around her, so my hand was resting on her left hip. She looked at me meaningfully, and said, “I’m all yours, Glen. Where would you like to start?”

I looked at the vista before me, Stephanie lying there, with just those purple panties, and her loosened bra, waiting for me to do whatever I wanted, offering herself to me. I leaned closer, and I slipped my right hand under the left shoulder strap of her black lace bra, and I gently slipped it down, as she lifted her arm to let me take it off. She looked me in the eyes, but said nothing, just bending her arm to let me slip it off her. I pulled the bra back, and exposed her lovely breasts. It was obvious she had done some topless sunbathing, because, although her Queensland suntan was already fading, she only had very light tanlines on them, and after I had removed her bra, I placed my right hand on her left breast, and gently fondled her nipple. I heard her take a little breath, and she gently bit her bottom lip as I touched her there.

I was too excited to speak, and I leaned over and kissed her left breast, and tasted her nipple with my tongue. “That’s good, Glen,” she said softly, “straight down to business.” As I kissed and gently licked her left nipple, Stephanie moved her right hand and gently stroked her thumb once along my hard cock, through my underpants, and said, “They’ll have to come off soon.” I moved my face up and kissed her on the mouth, tasting her, and looked down at her purple bikini briefs.

I had never tasted a woman’s pussy before, and I wanted to taste Stephanie’s, more than anything, but I was unsure how she’d react if I asked her. This was all new territory for me. I put my right hand on her pubic mound, and felt the warmth from her body, through the thin cotton of her panties, and I looked at her face, to see her reaction. She gave me a smile of encouragement, and said, “Go on, I know you want to.”

I slipped my fingers under the waistband of her panties, and my fingertips touched her pubic hair. I was so excited I could hardly stand it, but I moved my hand down a little further, feeling the slick dampness of her pussy slit as my fingers gently explored her. Once again, I had to swallow, before I spoke. “Stef,” I started, looking at her, “would you think I was weird if I kissed you down there?”

“Weird?” she answered, “I’d love you to. I love it when a guy does that.”

I pulled my hand out of her panties, and I tasted her juices on my finger, looking her in the eye as I did so. Then, before I took her panties off, I leaned down and kissed her on the smooth skin of her left inner thigh, just below her pussy. I inhaled gently, and could already smell the scent of her pussy through her panties, and I kissed her gently on the outside of her panties, about where I expected her clit to be. I looked up, and Stephanie was gently biting her bottom lip again, with a look of anticipation on her face.

I sat back up, and I put the fingers of both hands into the waistband of Stephanie’s purple cotton briefs, at her hips, and she lifted her bottom slightly to let me take them off. She didn’t speak, but just looked down at what I was doing, then, as I slipped her panties down, she bent her beautiful legs to help me get them off. She was now fully naked, and I looked at her pussy, exposed to me for the first time.

Stephanie’s pubic hair was trimmed a little at the sides, but was almost natural, and it made me incredibly excited to look at her bare pussy, with her pink lips already a little puffy, inviting me to caress them. I very gently parted her inner lips with the long finger of my right hand, and moistened the tip with her slick juices, then I softly stroked along her slit a few times, seeing her flinch a little as I touched her there. “That’s lovely,” Stephanie said softly, watching my face as I explored her pussy with my fingers. I tasted her juices on my finger, and Stephanie reached down to her pussy with her own left hand, moistened two of her fingers a little, and held them up to my mouth. I sucked the juices from one finger, and looked at her, and she tasted her own juices from the other finger, without speaking, but just smiling a little as she looked back at me. Seeing her doing that to herself was unbelievably exciting to me.

I leant down, and gently kissed her pussy, just below her clitoris, inhaling the sweet, tangy, sexy, and exciting scent, right from the source, and I looked back at Stephanie’s face. “Taste me,” she said, very softly. I kissed her inner pussy lips again, but this time with my mouth a little more open, holding the kiss, and touching her there with my tongue. If the scent of her pussy was sexy and exciting, the taste was incredible, and I gently probed between her inner lips with my tongue, dipping the tip of my tongue in the slick juices that were pooling there, feeling her flinch again when the side of my tongue brushed her clit. I had never done this to a woman before, and I was only working by instinct, but when I heard Stephanie sigh as I licked and tasted her intimate recesses, I knew my instincts were good. With every breath I took, the scent of her pussy was making me more excited. I moved my tongue down to the opening of Stephanie’s pussy, just touching the inside, tasting her there, and then gently running my tongue back up between her inner lips, to just barely touch her clit. I felt her flinch again, and I looked to my left, at the sexy smile on her face. “You’re doing great,” she whispered.

Stephanie’s body had responded to my attentions to her pussy, and her clit was now slightly erect, and her inner lips darker and more swollen. The opening to her pussy was now pouting slightly, with her juices oozing from it, ready for me to enter her, but I was not quite finished exploring her with my mouth. I placed my lips over her clit and it’s little hood, and very gently sucked for a moment, tasting the flesh of her very womanhood, along with the juices that had pooled between her inner labia. I inhaled the scent of Stephanie’s pussy one more time, and moved up on the bed, to put my arms around her. “That was beautiful,” she said, and she moved her right hand to my cock again, again, touching it through my underpants, and then tugging gently at the material. “I think it’s time to take these off,” she said to me, as she put her fingers in the waistband at the front.

I realised this was probably the last step before I entered her, before I fucked a woman for the first time, before I fucked my mother’s lovely young sister, surrendering my virginity to her beautiful body. Stephanie had pulled my underpants down partly, so I took over, and slid them off, tossing them on the floor with my jeans. “Take off your shirt, too,” Stephanie said, still speaking softly, “It’ll be more sexy if we’re both naked.” I slipped my polo shirt over my shoulders and tossed it aside, too. “That’s better,” she said, placing her left hand behind my neck to pull my face down, and then kissing me hard on the mouth, and holding the kiss until my heart was pounding with excitement.

Stephanie’s right hand went to my hard cock again, and gently ran her thumb across the head, feeling the fluid that was oozing from me. “Would you like to get inside me now?” she said, with our faces almost touching, “I’d really like you there,” she said in a breathy whisper, then added, “if you’re ready.” I only noticed just then that she was breathing a little more heavily than usual.

I drew back a little, and looked down at Stephanie’s body, then I leant back down and kissed her softly on the mouth again, holding the kiss while I moved myself between her legs on the bed. She spread her legs to allow me to get between them, and I broke our kiss, and sat back a little. I looked down at her pussy, and I gently placed the long finger of my right hand at her opening, and pushed it inside her, then gently stroked it back and forth a few times, feeling the soft, slippery walls of her pussy.

I took my hand away from her pussy, and positioned myself so my hard cock was at the opening of Stephanie’s pussy, and I used my hand to part her lips slightly. I was both nervous and excited, and I expected to fumble a little, but instead, I entered her with my first attempt. Her pussy was beautifully wet and slippery, but I still took a few strokes before I was all the way inside. I was surprised that even though my cock went in easily, the walls of her pussy were so snug around my cock, hugging it as I moved inside her.

“That went in nice and easily,” Stephanie said, as I took the weight on my arms, and she reached up to hold me around my shoulders. “I know,” I said, “but it’s still a nice tight fit,” I answered, in a voice that wavered slightly. I was moving my cock in short strokes inside Stephanie, as I got used to the feeling, and she started tilting her pelvis to meet me with each stroke, making my cock go that little bit deeper inside her. Stephanie wanted more of my cock, but I was still only learning to use it in her.

“You’re very wet,” I said, with a slight strain in my voice, and Stephanie answered, “You made me like that,” pulling my face down to kiss me again, and then after our lips parted, adding, “all that kissing and licking, and the way you were so gentle with me. It made me want you even more.”

Stephanie and I had got into a nice, sexy rhythm, and I was now moving my cock in full length strokes inside her snug, wet pussy, as she met each stroke with that tilt of her pelvis, so our fucking was a perfect team effort. “How do you like it so far?” she asked, me looking up from the pillow.

“Oh, it’s fantastic,” I answered.

“I should have said this earlier,” Stephanie said, as I fucked her pussy, “but I stayed on the pill after Brad and I broke up, so when you want to come, just do it. It’s okay, just go for it.” I really hadn’t thought that far ahead, but I nodded, and said simply, “Okay.” I was too preoccupied with thrusting my hard cock into Stephanie’s pussy to say much more.

A moment or two later, Stephanie said, in a breathless voice, “Glen, this feels beautiful, really beautiful. You’ve got no idea how good this feels,” she paused, still meeting my thrusts with her pelvis, swallowed, took a breath, and added, “But I need to come, Glen. I really need to.”

I wasn’t sure what to do, but I said, “What do you want me to do?”

“Do it like you’re trying to hurt me,” she said, “fuck me like you’re trying to hurt me.”

I kept my thrusting at the same pace, feeling the beginnings of an orgasm approaching, and I shook my head, unsure what to do. Stephanie held her arms tighter around my shoulders, and said, “Just do it harder for a moment. You’re doing great now, but just do it a little harder.” I started to thrust harder and deeper into Stephanie’s pussy, and she began to thrust back, “Ohh, that’s good, Glen,” she said, “That’s so-o-o good. You’re a natural at this.”

I kept thrusting, harder, deeper than before, working Stephanie’s pussy with my hard cock, and I began to wonder if I could hold on until Stephanie had come. I had never done this before, but I wanted her to come first, so I made an effort to hold on, as I fucked her pussy relentlessly, pounding it with my hard cock. I could feel my cock coming almost right out of Stephanie’s pussy with each stroke, and the lips of her pussy would close around the head, then I would drive it back into her, fucking her hard, just like she had asked me to.

“Is that the way you wanted it?” I asked, my own voice becoming strained and breathless.

“That’s the way,” Stephanie answered, her own voice louder, “That’s the way. I just needed to be fucked hard tonight.” She took a quick breath, and added, “Sometimes,” breathing again, “you just need to be fucked hard,” pausing for another breath, “and this is one of those times.”

I kept on thrusting hard, and then Stephanie kissed me on the mouth, took a breath, and said, “Glen, I think I’m going to come! Don’t slow down! Please don’t slow down!”

Stephanie closed her eyes, and threw back her head on the pillow, and her lovely face looked as though she was in pain for a moment, but then her eyes opened wide, and she looked surprised, and said, “Ohhh, GOD!! Glen, that’s so good. That’s so good! Keep going. Keep going!” Her arms were around my shoulders, but she pulled them down, and twisted them, making fists with her hands, and clutching them to her chest. She started to thrust her pelvis back at me, even harder than before, driving my cock further into herself, taking more of it, even though I was already trying to give her as much as I could. She was breathing hard, and I could already see the sweat on her face, as her body spasmed with her orgasm, and she rode the waves of pleasure that were washing through her.

I had never seen a real woman having an orgasm, and I was astonished at what I was seeing, but I kept on driving my cock into her sweet pussy, holding my own orgasm back by sheer force of will, hoping to satisfy my beautiful young aunt, before I lost control, and spurted my seed into her. I started to feel her pussy contracting around my hard cock, as I thrust into her, and I couldn’t hold on any longer. My orgasm burst at the base of my hard cock, spreading through me in a flash, and I felt myself spurting three, four, five, six times, inside Stephanie’s welcoming pussy, each spurt accompanied by a bolt of pure, sweet sexual pleasure, that went right to my core. I kept thrusting, my motion becoming ragged and irregular, and I heard a groan come out of my own mouth, although I was barely conscious of doing it. “You’re coming,” Stephanie said, with a strained note in her voice, and she gulped for breath, and added, “aren’t you?” Her own thrusting was starting to slow, but her body was still shuddering.

“Yes!” I croaked. Speaking was an effort, and my voice sounded louder than I expected. Stephanie’s chest heaved three times, and she said, “So am I!” as though I couldn’t tell. My entire body was tingling with the after-effects of my orgasm, and as her own climax passed, Stephanie reached back up and put her arms around my shoulders again, and pulled me closer to her, and said, “That was incredible!” She was still breathing hard, but she kissed me again, making it quick, so she could take another breath. “You catch on fast, she added,” taking another quick breath, and kissing me again.

The bolts of pleasure had passed, and I was now lying on top of Stephanie, with my half-hard cock still in her pussy, as my come leaked out of her around it. “That was fantastic,” I said, “Really fantastic.”

I rolled off Stephanie, and lay next to her on her left. She turned to lay her head on my chest, and said, “So, that was your first time with a woman.” She smiled mischievously, and added, “I wanted it to be a session of nice, slow lovemaking for you, but something happened inside me, and I couldn’t help myself.” Then, she moved her head to kiss my mouth again, and said, “You did well to make a girl come your first time.” She paused and raised her eyebrows, and added, “But then, I guess you had a great teacher.” She breathed on her left fingernails, and then pretended to polish them on my chest, and her smile widened even more, as she looked me in the eyes.

“You were great,” I said, even though I had nothing to compare her with.

“Well,” Stephanie said, looked at me, “I’ll tell you something else that’s great.”
I looked at her, waiting for her to continue. “We’ve got all night, and all day tomorrow to practice, so now that you’ve fucked me hard, we can take our time and get down to some nice slow lovemaking later on. You up for that?”

“Not yet, but it won’t be long,” I smiled back.

“Pay attention, because I’ll be asking questions afterwards,” Stephanie smiled, holding her beautiful body against mine, as we lay on her bed, and that’s how we spent the night, my sexy young aunt and me, making love in her little house, where she taught me some of the things a man and a woman can do to give each other the sweetest sexual pleasure. Stephanie was my teacher, and I was her willing and attentive student, eager to learn and ready to put my lessons into practice.

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