Loving Aunt Sarah : Chapter 5

Note : This story is completely fictional!

The night I had gone on my first date with Aunt Sarah had been something of a story all its own. Pick me up at eight, she had said to me. Her chosen words alone indicated a number of things. For starters, the time. We were seeing a late night movie at the theaters, probably at its latest show time. Hence, picking her up at eight would mean that I’d have no time to change into Valerie before hand. I’d have to be Valerie when I got there.

How would I accomplish this without alerting my parents to a few things before I was ready for them to know? As my Aunt had said, I am an adult. As such, my parents give me my space and don’t expect me to report it to them every time I leave the house. That was a plus, but I’d still have to sneak out like a grounded teenager.

The fact that Aunt Sarah said pick me up rather than be here, was also an indication of the same. Those words usually meant you get here and we’ll leave. It never meant you have time to change when you arrive.

Yes, that was quite a hectic night, right from the get-go at that. But in the end, it had worked. Not just getting out of the house unseen, not simply finding a movie that hadn’t started yet that my Aunt and I agreed on. But the date itself went well! I could see it from the moment I picked her up that she still wasn’t too happy with going on the date. But about halfway through the movie, she began to change her mind. By the end, we found ourselves holding hands.

Ah, to have her soft hand within mine! What was even better was the fact that she initiated the hold, lacing her fingers through my own. For a moment, I’d completely lost focus on the movie. Hell, I’d lost focus on everything other than the Aunt Sarah’s touch. While to this day I am still not entirely sure what prompted her, it was all I could think about for the rest of that night.

About two weeks later, Aunt Sarah and I shared a second date. We had gone bowling again, but this time, just the two of us. We had also been a lot ‘friendlier’ with one another than the first time around. When I brought her back home she admitted to having a really good time with me. Nothing I had ever heard before sounded so sweet to my ears! Needless to say, we did indeed go on a third date.

A romantic dinner.

Aunt Sarah looked so extraordinary on that date! She wore a dark green, knee-length dress, almost the same color of a Jade gemstone. It was also a near perfect match of her eye color. The dress was showy, but with a certain class to it. It revealed enough to attract numerous eyes, but covered enough to stay one ladder-rung above slutty. Not to mention the material it was made from, probably satin. It had a certain shine to it the brightened or darkened its shade as she moved.

She wore her hair loosely, and it had an attractive wave about it. However, it was well enough out of the way to fully show her white-gold hoop earrings. When I first laid eyes on her that night, all I was able to mutter was the word wow. Her beauty left me speechless. She returned the compliment back to me, but I still felt that she was the better looking that night. My own dress was much simpler; black with no significant design features. However, it was much shorter. The skirt was just low enough to keep me covered if a certain organ decided to fall loose. Walking on those three inch pumps turned out to be easier than I thought it would be, though I was still a little wobbly. As for my Aunt, it was quite apparent that she had walked in heels many times before.

I’d be lying if I said that date itself wasn’t one of the most memorable days of my life. However, there was something else that happened, that I remember the most…

*****

It had been extremely cold that late December night. That night may have very well been the coldest night that winter. I parked on the street in front of Aunt Sarah’s house, considering the car wouldn’t be sitting there long. Even being that close, by the time we reached the front door, we felt as if we’d been outside for hours. Granted I enjoyed winter weather, but even I had my limits. This was coming dangerously close to that limit.

Standing there on the porch, Aunt Sarah began to fumble her keys. Normally this was a sign from a woman that she was looking for a kiss. Tonight it was simply because her fingers were far too cold to handle the keys properly. Being the one that preferred such temperatures, I took the initiative, as well as they keys from my Aunt’s hands.

She paused momentarily as my hands came into contact with hers. At least she wasn’t going numb. I gave a gently smile, Aunt Sarah letting her keys drop into my hands. “Allow me,” I said, regardless that those words were already understood. My own fingers feeling the freeze, I finally slid the key into the door, turned it, and the two of us walked inside. Originally I was only going to walk her to the door, maybe give her a good night kiss on the cheek. Instead, the cold ushered us both indoors.

“I know you were only supposed to drop me off,” said Aunt Sarah. “But why don’t you stay a minute, and warm up?”

“Sounds like a good idea,” I agreed. At least it wasn’t snowing. My wig wouldn’t be coming off until I got home, and I surely didn’t want to get synthetic hair wet. The two of us took our coats off and began rubbing our own arms. It was useless, we knew. There was no way we could create enough friction to warm ourselves any faster than the house would do for us. It was also human nature.

After a minute, I stopped rubbing my own arms, and began helping my Aunt warm her own body. It was a friendly gesture, but we held a more than friendly gaze. “Maybe a little shared body heat’ll work better,” I suggested, re-wrapping her coat about her shoulders. I stepped closer to her until our bodies were as one. I continued to gently rub her upper arms as she wrapped her own around my body. We simply stood for the next few moments, allowing our bodies to warm one another.

Then the memorable moment began. Our eyes met in a way that night in which they hadn’t previously before. I saw something there, something I couldn’t describe. When I gazed into that unknown, I found myself unable to look away. Everything around me was no more, and there was only myself and my Aunt. I can’t tell you what Aunt Sarah was feeling in that moment, but I can tell you that the look I gave her, she returned. I didn’t have to see my own eyes in a mirror to know that they were identical to hers.

We began moving toward one another, closing the gap between our mouths. After what seemed like an eternity, our lips finally met. To this day, I have yet to figure out a way to put into words what I felt, as my own lips pressed against Aunt Sarah’s. I had wanted this for so long, and it was finally happening. Even better, Aunt Sarah was willing going with the flow! Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, the kiss became more passionate. Our mouths opened, our tongues slowly came forward to greet one another. It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever felt in my life! In that moment, I learned what true passion really is.

Suddenly, just as the moment had quickly progress, it stopped. Aunt Sarah broke our kiss and her demeanor changed greatly. With a light push, she put a foot or two between us, averting her eyes toward the floor. “You should go,” she finally said.

“Aunt Sarah--”I began, but she would have none of it. Apparently things had gone further than she was comfortable with, and wouldn’t speak before having some time to sort it all our in her head.

“--Just go.”

What else could I do? After another brief moment, I grabbed my coat and left, giving my Aunt one last look before stepping outside.