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E083: About Aunt Dorothy and Maude
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E083: About Aunt Dorothy and Maude Over dinner, Donald begins to tell Emma the story of his Aunt Dorothy and Maude. Emma is so spellbound by the tale of these two women she will be meeting the next day. It is astonishing that she eats any of her dinner. But they both do finish all of their meal over a bottle of wine and the tale. "Like I told you, my father and my aunt were twins. Born in 1943, while the war was going on. Their father was stationed with the Coast Guard at the time off of Cape Cod, so their mother was near him in the cottage where we will be staying. When the war ended, they returned to their home in Boston, where Dorothy and my father grew up. In 1961 my father went off to Harvard to begin a law degree, and she to Wellesley College. It was there that Dorothy met Maude. They were roommates their freshman year, and every year following. Dorothy told me she was in awe of Maude from first meeting her. A tall, sturdy woman with flowing blonde hair to her waist. While it was just the beginning of the era, Maude had been brought up by rather progressive parents who encouraged her to explore and expand her boundaries. This was all something new to Dorothy who had gone through a more traditional youth with sock-hops, football games, proms and bridge games. She admitted herself that she was totally preppie material, the essence of one of the seven sister colleges. Her parents wanted her to have a good education for her to be able to be an asset to her future husband, but that was soon tossed to the wayside. Maude claims she was fascinated by Dorothy from the start too. Such a contrast. Dorothy was barely five feet two inches tall, busty with nice curves, and flaming auburn hair. It was cut in the standard fifties flip, though not as ratted as many girls of the era. The first night together, Dorothy did cry a little, being away from home for the first time. Maude tried to cheer her up, and they ended up talking well into the middle of the night, sharing all sorts of things about themselves. As they both tell it, but their story will be better coming fully from them -- they do like to tell it and reminisce -- it took until the new year for them to draw nearer to each other. They were friends from the start, but never would it have entered Dorothy’s mind to think of Maude that way. And Maude, free spirit that she was, spent her first-semester dating and teasing a multitude of young college men. She would often include Dorothy in these adventures, them dating men who were roommates or friends. The fall football season was filled with attending games at all the universities near them. Sometimes attending Harvard games where Dorothy would meet up with her brother. But by then my father was so head over heels about my mother he paid scant attention to what his sister was getting up to. After Christmas break, things changed. Being apart from each other for over three weeks, even with almost daily letters back and forth, both Dorothy and Maude were missing each other’s constant interaction so much. When they got back to their room in January, what started as a hug and kiss in greeting turned into something more. Suddenly men were of no interest to them anymore. They took their time seeing where things would lead between them. This was the start of the feminist period. They found and attended several lectures which opened their eyes to possibilities between them. At first, it was just rushing back to their room each afternoon to sit on one of their beds and kiss and caress each other before the dinner bell rang. Then blouses were being unbuttoned, bras unhooked, and the exploring of each other’s breasts took center stage. Even then, they both hesitated to go further, though both so wanted to. But society at that time was not really that open to lesbian relationships, and Dorothy especially worried about what her family might think. They continued to both date men together but evenings out would end with them back in their room hugging, kissing, and laughing over the men’s foolishness. They allowed some of the men to go at least to first or second base, they agreed between themselves that they should see how they felt having a man do this to them. Inevitably though it would end with them giggling about what had happened as they stroke each other how they were coming to love the best. After the summer following their freshman year apart with only letters and a week visit with each other, come fall they knew they only really cared about each other. They both spent much of the summer secretly reading about how women sexually interacted together. The first night back in their dorm room, they began sharing a bed each night. They would switch each night from one bed to the other so no one would notice one bed was left unslept in. It was the start of a heady time between them as they began to move to lower down their bodies. They tentatively touched and explored, gasping at each other’s tender strokes. Both realizing how wet they were getting from just this superficial investigation. The journey of discovery for them, learning to please and make each other tremble continued through their sophomore year. Feeling each other’s fingers traveling down their stomach, over their mons, to both dampen themselves with the other’s juices, feeling the slipperiness as they ran up and down each other’s slits, making them sing out simultaneously as their clits were enlivened. That perhaps was the first truly perfect moment between them. Many would follow over the next few years. When they began to investigate and pleasure each other with their lips and tongues, the pact between them was soldered. They were inseparable through college and continued on together for two more years working on their masters. Maude got a degree in advertising and Dorothy in literature and publishing. Both were astute enough to take business courses so to know that side of any industry they would enter. My grandparents were not really thrilled that Dorothy wanted to pursue a career, but after making her agree to stay in Boston, they relented. She got a job at a publishing company as an editor. Maude, not wanting to leave Dorothy for a more lucrative job in New York City, started working for an advertising firm in Boston also. But neither started working until they spent almost a year on a tour of the European continent. They had agreed to this to appease their parents, who thought that they might both finally meet men to marry. In reality, it was a wonderful year of living a very bohemian lifestyle in youth hostels and the side streets of Paris. During that time, they did not care if people saw them as a couple together, and they spent as much time in bed together as they did exploring the cities. They knew when they returned home, they would not be together like they have been for the last seven years and wanted to savor every moment together that they could. My grandparents had made it clear to Dorothy that she was expected to live at home until she married and had already the last couple of years paraded all sorts of suitable husband material before her. They did understand with the unrest and changes of the late 1960s Dorothy wanted to try to have a career for a while, but that is all they thought it would be. Soon she would find the right man and settle down. My father was already engaged to my mother with their wedding planned for as soon as Dorothy returned from Europe. Back in Boston, the two made the best of the situation that they could. They both wrap themselves into their work. While Dorothy was at home, Maude had found a small efficiency apartment not that far away. Many nights they shared dinner, and more, before Dorothy had to head home. They took all of their vacations together. Besides many weekends in New York. To see the latest Broadway shows they told their parents. They continued to do superficial dating to keep everyone happy. None of those relationships ever lasted very long, or go very far. By 1970 when I was born, they had been adjusting themselves to the role they saw as their foreseeable future at twenty-seven. Wanting, needing to be together, but just circumstances not allowing it to happen. From an early age, I remember Maude often being at family functions -- Dorothy’s good friend. She often bought me nice gifts and showed interest in me from the time I could properly converse. Then when I was nine and then ten, my grandfather, then grandmother died. It was sad, but I really didn’t at that age know them all that well. After their house was Dorothy’s, and she told my parents that Maude was going to share it with her to economize on expenses. I think my parents knew the truth, but they went along with the explanation given. Even then, as the 1980s began, it was still not something ‘good girls’ did. From stories they have told since it was a wonderful year for them together. But when my parents died, and Dorothy accepted taking responsibility for me, Maude quietly moved out again so I would feel welcome at my new home. I am sure while I was at school, they were together, but it wasn’t until the summer, and at the cottage that Maude joined us. It is funny, on the brink of puberty myself, it didn’t even enter my mind really when she arrived and began to share my aunt’s bedroom. Only as years went by did I fully comprehend what was going on. And by then it seemed the natural and correct order of things. When fall came, Maude came home with us, and from then on it was the two of them attending school events and with me on holidays and in the summer. It just was so right. They constantly showed their love for each other making it so easy to accept." By the time Donald got to this part in the story, they are finished with their food and drinking the last of snifters of brandy. Emma tells him that she cannot wait to meet Dorothy and Maude, they sound wonderful. Donald warns her that they may seem a little different in some ways as they are truly free spirits in many ways, especially since they retired years ago. Emma assures him that makes her more eager to meet them. They return to the hotel, and as the room has a large jacuzzi, they fill it and climb in together. Emma sits in front of Donald at first. After stroking and rubbing her back to cover her with the warm water, his fingers begin to fondle her breasts, squeezing her nipples just enough to be enjoyable. He takes his time because after all they have been through today, not to mention in the last four short days, there is no need to hurry anything tonight. Instead, they enjoy masturbating each other in a gentle, sweet, way. After Donald plays with her breasts enough to get Emma breathing deep and gutturally moaning, he moves his hands slowly down her stomach and hips. Caressing her so she feels the heat growing in her from his touch. Only after playing her that way for a good bit, he fingers his way to rub over her mons almost tickling her, but just that side of it where it feels so ecstatic. He murmurs to her that her hair is starting to grow a little. By the time they get back home, Sasha will have plenty to clean up. Emma giggles and moves her hand back behind her to rub his mons some and tells him, “You are going to need a haircut too.” Donald takes her hand from him and tells her right now he just wants to please her, later can be her turn to reciprocate. Emma leans back against his chest, more than willing to enjoy his touch going lower and lower while the jet sprays crash on them. And Donald does not disappoint her. Soon his fingers are spreading her labia and squeezing them over and over. Then into her slit. She spreads her legs to receive him, with the jet spray also hitting her much of her dripping moisture is being washed away. But between Donald’s fingers and the spray, Emma is climbing higher and higher. She feels three of his fingers press into her vag and begin their dance there. Finding her g-spot and pressing it to help her move toward the peak. And when the fingers of his other hand begin to squeeze and pinch her clit at the same time as he is rhythmically pressing her g-spot she arches, clutches his fingers in her vagina with her sides and cries out. The flush covering her entire body is evidence enough that Emma is fully immersed in the moment. Donald lets her pant and catch her breath as he slows his strokes and removes his fingers from within her. He wraps his arms around her stomach and pulls her close to him as she calms. They just enjoy the warm water spraying and bubbling for several minutes. Then Emma tells him to change positions with her. She is now behind him and him between her outstretched legs. She kisses the back of his neck and licks up around his ears as she fondles his shoulders and arms. He leans back against her shoulder then, and suddenly he realizes that allowing himself to release and submit to Emma’s tender care is probably the best place in the world for him to be right now. He lifts his legs over hers to be spread wide as Emma runs her hands over his chest. She pinches his nipples and kneads his small man breasts. Running back and forth over his upper chest, it feels wonderful to Donald as her fingers barely touch him. Her stroking him makes palpations run through his entire body. Down she goes over his stomach, teasing at his short mons hairs under the bubbling water. Emma’s light touch is setting all the nerves in his body on fire. He wants so much more but knows he really doesn’t. This edging of him is perfect right now. His prick is getting so hard, and when Emma runs her fingers up and down it and presses at his taint, he is in sexual heaven. All he can think is ‘don’t stop, please never stop.’ How Emma is cupping and caressing Donald’s balls so gently, making his cock shudder as he whimpers with pleasure. He presses back even more against her breasts now, feeling her arms over his chest as she reaches between his legs, making him feel so good. At this moment, Donald would do anything Emma asked him to, he is so captured in the spell she is putting over him with her touch. They both feel a little precum escape him. Donald internally; Emma as her fingers are circling his glans and running her nail softly in his slit. She kisses him on his face cheek and tells him they should probably get out of the jacuzzi now before they are both prunes. He hates the idea, but it is how they should end this now. Him so primed but not wanting to tip over the point. They dry each other and climb into bed. Tomorrow Emma will be meeting Donald’s family for this first time. As she falls asleep, she is giddy with the possibilities of what is ahead. |
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