A Love So Beautiful

I was your typical 22-year-old college graduate... broke, desperate for work, and dreading the inevitability of repaying my college loans. With a useless degree in English Literature, my prospects for a good paying job were minimal at best. A few of my close girlfriends had tried dancing to make ends meet, and I was constantly being begged to give it a shot. While I never considered myself a prominently radiant woman, I was just becoming comfortable with my Spanish features (think Reubenesque) having struggled with my weight for most of my teenage life. I was a size 12, and my last ex girlfriend thought I was the sexiest creature alive. Her compliments always centered on my large breasts and a Kim Kardashian type ass, which I selfishly admit, I loved showing off. Yet I felt it was unfair to use my body in getting what I wanted.

I have always been the independent type; strong and secure about myself, not like the rest of my sorority friends were. They were muddled with the typical rush of life, marriage, children... I simply wanted none of that. I wanted to keep my mind open to all possibilities, and I knew it was my duty to explore every option possible in order to be truly happy.

Coming back to my apartment late one afternoon from my job at the local bookstore, I sorted through the mail of the day. Somewhat surprised, I saw a thick letter from my Aunt who lived in St. Petersburg, Florida. Curious, I sat down to inspect the contents of the delivery.

"Dear Meredith. Think of this as your graduation present. We'll worry about getting you home once you get here. Love, Aunt Deb."

Inside was a one-way ticket to St. Petersburg, first class. Delighted, I quickly began making the calls to get off work, and to tell my Mother of my impulsive plans. If I felt good about any decision, this was it. My Aunt could help me find a respectable job anywhere in the state of Florida since she was the owner of her own company, and now filthy rich due to the fact that a large telecommunications firm had recently bought her out. It was destiny...

The flight was a day away, and I started packing my best suits, and personal attire. That night when I went to bed, all the possibilities rushed through my head about a possible life in Florida... Money, success, and hopefully true love. But regret soon came to mind, knowing I had neglected my personal life during the last four years of college. I always re-assured myself it was the right thing to do since many of my closest friends got involved with devastating relationships that usually ended their college career. I wanted no part of it.

After about an hour or so, my mind drifted in the direction of my Aunt Debbie. I always admired her boldness in her career, yet I was somewhat envious of her too. Aunt Debbie was the talk of the family... rich, successful, and still single at 40. Lavish cars and homes, Aunt Debbie never allowed a person to interfere, personal or professionally. But it was something else that drew my mind to wonder about my Aunt... something far more forbidden.

In my early teens, my younger brother and I spent many long weeks with Aunt Debbie in her lavish home in Florida. She had the luxury of making her own schedule, and usually spent the days with us at Clearwater Beach. It was there that I began noticing my Aunt's alluring features... full, plump breasts... a slender figure highlighted by well-rounded hips, and a full, fleshy ass that my eyes always seemed to be drawn to. Being half-Spanish, my family was prone to such enticing features, as Aunt Debbie was no different in those respects.

It was late one afternoon that my silly younger brother discovered something in our Aunt's bedroom... something that opened my mind to a vast assortment of prospects. A new glossy issue of an all girl magazine was in the hands of my younger brother. Excited (as a typical 12 year old boy would be), he showed off his prize, mocking me as he pranced around the house, gazing at the photo spreads. Curious, I never uttered a word; but inside, I was planning on pilfering that magazine for my own self.

That night, I swiped the magazine from under his bed, and brought it into my bedroom. I clearly remember my heart racing as the pages flipped by to reveal many vixens of the flesh. There were plentiful lesbian pictorials to choose from... The excitement arrested my young senses. But it was the vivid pictorial in the middle of the publication that caught my interest. The pictorial featured two voluptuous, amazon sized women on a beach; much like the one my Aunt had always taken me to. The kisses, the legs, well oiled and tanned, the alluring positions... but it was several pages of the two lovers exploring each other's backsides that captured my 16-year-old heart. I had never seen two women together, much less make love to one another. The four middle pictures revealed the elevated spheres of their plump asses that somehow pulled me in. I gazed incessantly at the two gently caressing the cheeks of each other's glorious backside. Fingernails lightly pressing the skin, tongues lapping each delicious inch of those bronzed cheeks... Never before had I thought that a woman's ass could be adored in such a way... I was transfixed on those pictures, but just as I began the newly discovered stirrings within, the horrid thought of me doing this to my Aunt rushed into my mind's eye. Disgusted, I set aside the magazine, and forever sealed that forbidden thought far, far away in the corner of my heart in a mental "hope chest". Little did I know that the seeds of my inborn cravings were planted that very night.

The flight was smooth and relaxing. As I made my way to the gate, there sat my gorgeous Aunt. Deb looked simply radiant, just as I knew she would. I could tell that my Aunt had gained a few pounds, yet the extra weight filled out each curvy feature quite nicely. I happily greeted my attractive Aunt with a long embrace. It was so good to see her at long last. It was a moment I would never forget.

We graciously made our way to her car as Deb decided to let the top down on her convertible Mustang. The sun felt good upon my brown skin... I felt alive; I felt loved. It was approaching sunset, and Aunt Debbie took me to the best restaurant at the beach. A lowly lit establishment, we shared an intimate dinner together, catching up on the months between my last visit. Soon, my Aunt had several names for me to call for possible job openings, and it all seemed to be falling together-- just as planned.

After two days, I had contacted the people Aunt Deb had named, and before long, I had well over a dozen interviews across Tampa and St. Pete. I was beside myself as the offers kept rolling in, and it was time to celebrate. Aunt Debbie wanted to celebrate by showing me a good time as she began conjuring up many ways how we could relish the new possibilities.

"Where are we going?" I naively asked.

"Somewhere special." Aunt Debbie replied.

We both had dressed up for the evening as Deb wore her usual classy suit. The garments hugged her curvy figure well, and I couldn't help but take notice of it by complimenting her radiant appearance. She also complimented me as I wore a tight, revealing black mini-dress that allowed spectators to view my (now) well-tanned buxom cleavage. My thighs were thankfully defined by years of aerobics, and exhaustive workouts. While I wasn't completely sure of it, I felt my Aunt was basking in the presence of me, her very own niece. It was then that I felt that long forgotten sting of forbidden attraction crawl from the depths of my heart. I thought I had forgotten about it... I wasn't expecting it, but was willing to beguile myself in thinking this was something so very sexy.

I knew we made a very hot couple. As we made our way down the freeway, I caught Aunt Debbie looking at me several times. I could sense that cognizance of lustful attraction as we shared a few timid glances of shyness and corruption. I knew I probably looked like a mess as my long black hair was tossed about during our drive, but honestly, this speechless situation was making me feel sexier than I had ever felt before. My Aunt didn't have to say a thing, but I clearly knew what her eyes were saying.

Driving up to an unknown establishment, I noticed that the place had no windows, or any normal features of a nightclub, or a restaurant.

"What's this place?" I asked.

"Something you're going to enjoy." Deb said as we made our way out of the car.

As we walked inside, I saw several burly male patrons exit the doors. I was totally confused, but still eager to follow my Aunt's lead. As we walked in, numerous females that were completely nude instantly bombarded my grateful eyes. I hesitated, catching my breath in shock.

I knew where I was... a nude dance club. Aunt Debbie stopped, and turned...

"Don't tell me you've never been to a place like this before!" asked Debbie.

"No, I haven't. I can't believe you took me here!! Why?" I asked.

All my Aunt did was take my hand, leading me to the back of the club. As we made our way back, my eyes were filled with images of supple flesh and erotic mannerisms. One in particular caught my eye... a blonde dancer with full delicious breasts, but it wasn't her hour glass figure that held my attention... it was seeing her completely stooped over-- swaying her wide backside in the face of a fortunate customer. I came to a halt in mid pace as I witnessed the wondrous performance. Suddenly, the dancer's face glanced up, catching me gazing at her... our eyes made contact... in that split second, glorious instant of initial connection, the voluptuous blonde pressed her lips together for a kiss that took my breath away in a fleeting moment of surreal ecstasy. The dancer's eyelids squinted as she cast her spell me. I was captured...

Deb and I sat in a secluded corner of the club. Still dizzy from the blonde's kiss, I could only gaze in awe at the countless lustful vixens around me. It was as if Pandora's box had opened just for me.

"I knew you'd like this place." Debbie said in a sultry, low voice.

As a semi-nude waitress placed our drinks down, I kept scanning the crowd for my handpicked blonde. But she was no where to be seen.

"I can't believe you took me to a strip club!" I said, sipping my drink.

"Sweetheart, if you're going to be down here, you might as well see what we have to offer." Replied Deb as she settled back in the plush leather couch.

"Hi there." cooed a suggestive voice.

Glancing upward, I flinched, seeing the same dancer who stole my heart the moment I walked in. To feel the splintering rush of lust and desire sweep through me so quickly was intoxicating.

"Hi." was all I could come back with.

The shapely dancer replied with a suggestive smile as she strutted over to Aunt Debbie, leaning over to share a meaningful embrace.

"Hi, love... Glad you could make it." said the blonde siren. "Is it time for me to take the stage?"

My Aunt nodded yes as I helplessly watched the dancer begin a slow dance to the beat of the music. I sat in dismay as not only was my Aunt's hidden lusts were finally being revealed, but now this dancer's tantalizing body was seducing me in a way that made me cringe in awe. I quickly gazed around me, seeing several male patrons gawking at the sight... Slightly embarrassed, I inched back in my seat-- back to the exhibition of wanton lust.

The blonde slowly turned her back on Debbie... arching her back ever so slowly as she raised the perfumed flesh of her ass. Aunt Debbie let out a low moan of approval as the dancer gently swayed the golden spheres of her ass towards the captivated 40 year-old.

"God, you have such a gorgeous ass." said Aunt Debbie in the most serious tone.

I watched in disbelief as my Aunt's hands carefully placed themselves upon each full mound of the dancer's supple cheeks as her hips still motioned to the careful rhythm of the music. Her fingers slithered across the vast contours, gently kneading the plump skin as the dancer gasped... Aunt Debbie took the back of her fingers, brushing them along the surface of the ass, down along the darkened crevice that seemed so forbidden to me. My eyes longingly inched up the length of the dancer's thick glossy thighs... our gaze locked together once more.

"She loves this" the dancer whispered to me.

"My God, you're so... so beautiful." I gasped as the dancer reached up, placing her palm on my blushing face.

"Look back there... tell me what you see." she appealed.

Without any doubt, I glanced back to see my gorgeous Aunt basking in the glory of the chestnut hued flesh. I had never been put on the spot like this.

"I just... I see her hands on you." I uttered helplessly.

The dancer's hand tightened its hold on my cheek.

"Tell me what else?" demanded the blonde.

"Her fingers... on your ass. She... she wants it." I whimpered.

"Yeah." sighed the blonde.

"You want it too, don't you?" she said, leaning into me.

Her long strands of golden hair fell over my face. My heart was pounding... any resistance melted away as I felt the dancer's hot breath cascade across my face. Expecting my very first kiss with this debutante, I felt the dancer's tongue nestle into my ear. Listening to the wet tongue work it's way into my ear lobe, I let out a helpless moan of complete surrender.

"Oh my God." I pleaded.

"Your tongue... between my ass cheeks. Tasting me." whispered the dancer.

"Oh my god, yes." I barely replied as my eyelids fluttered closed.

"Licking me... my plump cheeks. Your lips kissing my asshole."

I shuddered in exhilaration, seeing the tender feast take place in my mind.

As soon as the seduction began, the dancer quickly turn back to my Aunt, resting her hands on each side of Debbie's head, leaning over as her lengthy blond hair concealed their faces. Catching my breath, I sat up to try and see what was happening. I couldn't see much except for my Aunt's fingers gripping the dancer's buxom ass. Yet I wasn't about to be neglected... not a chance. Scooting over, my fingers drew back the blonde's tasseled locks to see my Aunt swallowing the dancer's tongue. The slurps of their kisses were loud and clear as the two ignored my obvious request.

I couldn't believe this-- my Aunt kissing another woman, and that woman had just invited me to relish the most forbidden part of her delicious body. The dancer's arm then reached for me, grasping my neck to pull me in. Soon, I was lost in the darkened abyss of the dancer's fragrant hair.

I couldn't see much, but could tell that their kiss had broken. The dancer leaned up so that my Aunt and I could feel our warm breath wash across our faces. Both hands of the dancer lovingly placed themselves on Debbie's and my heads, suggesting the two of us to stare at each other.

Our faces were mere inches away.

"Ooh... you two are so hot together." said the dancer in an enticing tone.

"I know you both want each other. I can see it." She continued

I sat in complete shock as to what was happening. Just a hair's width from me sat my lovely Aunt, so beautifully perfect... so tempting in every way.

"Kiss her." begged the dancer. "Let her know she belongs to you."

With that, I felt the trembling fingers of my angelic Aunt start to caress my cheek. Her fingertips brushing across my desperate lips. That touch alone was worth the years of torment and agony.

"Oh, Meredith. God I love you." uttered my weakened Debbie.

If only the dancer knew that the two of us were related by blood. An Aunt and her niece... about to share their very first kiss as impassioned lovers. The "hope chest" that I stored my forbidden lust years ago as a teenager was suddenly thrust from the shadows of my heart, abruptly cast into the light of attainable reality. I suppose you could say I had redefined the term, "hope chest". Just that fact alone had crippled my body. I could barely move, I was that excited.

I felt my Aunt's fingers gingerly sooth my jaw, easing her mouth to mine... Then, as if a million bursts of light went off around me, I felt her warm delicate lips brush across mine. Tiny spasms seized my muscles for just a moment as the intense surge of our very first kiss crippled my entire body. I was sharing a tranquil, timeless kiss with my dazzling Aunt. Not the usual peck or fast kiss, but one that only two lovers could truly know. This was wrong... and as Debbie's lips fastened themselves around mine, I discarded the ethics of this union, only listening to what my heart was telling me. This was too strong an urge to deny for any longer... I had never been kissed like this by a woman, let alone by a blood relative.

Saliva oozed from the corner of my mouth as my Aunt's lips urgently pressed to mine-- as if the years of aspiration had demanded this reverence, and rightfully so. With our hands curling through each other's hair, we took our relationship beyond the Aunt/Niece kinship to become one of a lover's. I could not believe I was kissing my beloved Aunt... the girl of my dreams, the very reason I became a lesbian... the one true goal of my entire life. My kisses were only a minor expression of the deep seeded feelings for her. I always denied it, cursed it... but now, this was quickly becoming the one defining moment of my entire life. With each careful sip of my tongue, as our lips slothfully wove together, I began to comprehend that there was no turning back... ever.

Her head leaned back as she held my lower lip in her hungry mouth-- suckling it as if it were her life force. We stared into each other's misty eyes for the first time since our kiss began. I swear I could feel her heart simply stop as I lost all consciousness gazing into her mystical hazel eyes. If at any moment my destiny was clear, it was now. I saw my entire life in those eyes... I saw where I belonged. I knew it as a teenager, and accepted that indisputable fate as an adult. I wanted this no matter how wrong it was.

I lovingly slipped my hand into hers as I hoped my gesture would confirm any doubt she may have had.

"I'm in love---" I whispered as my Aunt's finger quickly silenced me.

"Sssshh." She replied. "Not here."

Debbie's lips inched forward again, gazing back at me with the fires and ambitions of a thousand women. "Ssshhh" came again as our lips came together in another culmination of our surfacing emotions. As the passion surged, my hunger came into play as well. My kiss was more aggressive, and I felt that from her as well. Our hands became more daring... sighs grew as the slurps of our kisses echoed in my ears. Debbie leaned into my body as I felt the bulky mass of her breasts meshing against mine. It was incredible. My raw hunger for this relative simply amazed me.

I didn't see the dancer beside us. Not that I cared, but I could tell my Aunt sensed that the situation was calling for a more intimate setting. Standing up, Debbie took my sweaty palm in hers, leading me back out to the car. After an excruciating ten-minute drive back to her house, Debbie quickly guided me inside. And as the excitement and fervor grew, our mouths merged once more. This time, no one was around. No eyes to examine, no hearts to long for the love that we were experiencing for the very first time. The shattered concepts of right and wrong were losing ground in my mind, but it was when I leaned back to stare into Debbie's eyes that those fears had, at last, gone astray. I simply didn't care anymore.

Now, instead of guilt and fear casting its shadow upon my heart, destiny had turned the tides of fortune in my favor. Above all else, my love now cast its own shadow across my fears. I should have never underestimated love's remarkable supremacy.

"I love you." I whispered.

"I... love you too. I always have, Meredith." She confessed.

My fingers curled between Debbie's loose strands of hair, pulling her lips to mine once more, solidifying our eternal bond. I knew this was forever.