Lesbian Lessons

My step aunt dropped by for the holidays. We toasted the New Year, glasses clinking, and something changed once the bubbles settled in. Her hand found my thigh beneath the table and stayed there. The next time she looked at me her pupils had grown wide. She pushed my dress up to my hips, slid my underwear aside, and pressed two fingers straight into me—slow, knuckle-deep, curling against that spot she knew would make me jolt. She added a third and quickened her strokes until wetness dripped down her wrist, then replaced her fingers with her mouth, licking deep before sucking on my swollen clit in steady pulses. My legs shook against the cool wood of the chair. She flipped me onto the table, parted my knees farther, and settled between them, tongue working relentlessly while her slick fingers pressed against my ass. I grabbed her hair and rode her face, coming so hard my vision flashed white. She didn’t stop—kept tasting, moaning into my cunt, until the room spun and my body went slack. When she finally rose, her chin glistened and she kissed me hard, sharing the flavor, promising there was more I hadn’t tried yet.