Surprise Bed Guest

It's fantasy. A lesbian turns out to be a man in love with a woman from 100 years ago. This makes me think of Strawberry Fields...nothing is real.

I still lived with my parents even though I had graduated from high school. As I was lying on my bed looking at a music magazine, the door opened with no knock. My mom. Honey, I don't have time to explain, Josey and I are headed to Miami right away. Mom? Well, it's your aunt Susan. A truck crossed the center line and hit her car while she was driving home from work. It's bad. We've got to get down there to be with her. Oh, mom, I'm so sorry. I hope she'll be ok. With a quick kiss on the cheek, she was off. Then back again. I forgot to tell you. Bill and Jo Ann are expecting you. Stay with them till we get back. Their nice. You met them last summer. Remember, they live in the brick house on the corner. It'll be fine. Bye.

I waited till about 4:00 in the afternoon and walked up the street. I rang the bell, and a very sweet woman opened the door. She was very cute and petite. Hey honey. Come on in. I was still trying to decide if I was a lesbian or maybe bisexual. But one thing was for sure, this woman, Jo Ann, was making me feel like I needed a hug, and stuff. It was the stuff I was most focused on. She had an amazing body and was wearing a thin tee shirt with no bra. I think she caught me looking a couple of times. Her breast seemed to move in slow motion. The white material allowed me to see her medium sized puffy nipples. Their house was interesting. For one thing, there was a rail between the stairs and the couch with a small table in the space. The rail was metal, painted white, and was only about two feet high. I noticed it when Jo Ann leaned over to get matches from the table. She allowed one leg on the left side and the other leg on the right side. The height was perfect. Her crotch pressed on the rail somewhat, as she leaned on it to open the drawer. She rubbed herself on it reaching in and again on the return trip. Her little, short white shorts were short enough to show some cheek below her pockets. I wondered how many orgasms she had had rubbing herself back and forth on that rail. Almost like it was installed for that very purpose. I didn't think of it then, but it occurred to me later that she didn't even smoke. She just wanted me to look at her cute little butt.

Later we had just gotten comfortable sitting by the pool when Jo Ann's phone rang. She talked for a couple of minutes, said, ok have fun and was off the phone. She explained that her husband was playing golf with friends and that they had decided to go to the lake house and play poker and stay for a few days to swim and water ski. She said, normally I would be bothered by him spending so much of his summer vacation away from me, but she said, now that you are here, I think it will be fun being with you. She had brought out a pitcher of some kind of orange drink with rum or tequila. I'm not sure but it was really tasty. A little, too tasty. I guess I was drinking it, too fast. Jo Ann said, Joan, that's me, honey go slow. This drink is potent. She was right. Just then I sat the glass half-way on the table and let go. Suddenly, it was all over my blouse and shorts. That orange drink didn't look so good on my light green outfit. The glass bounced from my foot and didn't even break. Before I could apologize, Jo Ann was helping me, saying oh honey, I'm sorry that happened. She got a paper napkin and began to slowly blot my breast. Well, my blouse, but mostly she was feeling up my teenage breast. I just stood there and let her do it. She went from blotting to softly squeezing. It was such a turn on. I wasn't wearing a bra, so, when she put some paper on the inside to rub the blouse, the back of her hand was rubbing against my firm "C" cup size boobs. I look at her and smiled. She returned my smile. As she smiled at me, she said you have really nice breasts. Before I thought about what I was saying, I replied, so do you. Oh, thank you sweetie. She said, oh it's all on your shorts, too. My shorts were sort of baggy and lose fitting. When she bent way down to blot my shorts and wipe my legs, the loose-fitting strings that held her tank top in place, dropped to her elbows. Her top was sliding down and now her breasts were exposed. As she rubbed the motion was transferred to her boobs. Wow! How desirable they looked swinging and bouncing. Once they bumped against my legs. It was so erotic. I wanted to say, can I suck your nipples. Her blotting on my shorts turned into rubbing. She looked me straight in the eye, dropped the paper, and softly began to rub my shorts until her fingers were pressing on my pussy. I could feel her fingertips rolling back and forth over my clit. She stopped smiling and got a really serious look on her face. My eyes were closing as I fell into ecstasy. She unbuttoned my shorts, and they dropped straight to the surface of the patio. She wrapped her hand around my ankle and lifted my foot to rest on a lawn chair. And then she put her hand between my legs and cupped my wet pussy. She began to make a come here motion with her fingers. As her hand waved over me, I felt as though I would black out completely. I began to get a little wobbly. The orange drink was getting to me. Jo Ann picked up on what was happening and put my foot back as she took my hand. She said, come on honey. She led me into the house and up the stairs. My eyes were about half open. I could see we were in a dimly lit bedroom. She removed my blouse led me into a small bathroom. She said, do you need to pee? Yes, I do. She sat me down on the seat of the commode. After I peed, she helped me to my feet again and led me to the shower. She was naked now as we stepped inside. She had adjusted the temperature to luke warm. The water was set to a slow drizzle. Jo Ann used her hand to splash water onto my pussy and all over my body. She picked up a bottle of apple shampoo. Squeezing a little into her hand she began to gently move the thick liquid mixed with warm water all around on by body. Cupping her hand, she applied it directly onto my pussy. She assured me it would not burn. She then pressed her soapy middle finger into first my pussy and then she washed my small butt hole. It felt really good as she moved her finger in and out again and again. The soapy water removed sweat and orange drink and left me feeling fresh and clean. She quickly soaped her own body carefully washing her bottom and pussy and under arms. We stepped out and into a large towel which dried us both. The covers were turned back on the queen size bed with a really thick mattress. The house was cool and the two of us laid on the bed with our arms and legs around each other, Jo Ann pulled the covers over us, and we fell asleep.

We slept for almost three hours. It was so cozy under the cool air from the air conditioning and the comforter at the same time. When I awoke, I stared at her pretty face and then kissed her lips. Before opening her eyes, she returned my kiss. It was deep and long. We made out like two young girls who were just learning to kiss. Then she got on her knees and allowed her breasts to point to my mouth which gladly received her sweet round nipples. She twisted her shoulders from side to side so that her boobs bounced around on my face. After kissing more, she moved to my breasts. It felt amazing having a pretty girl sucking my nipples. She licked and flicked her tongue on my pink nipples that remind me of a rose bud. Kissing her way down I could hear her smelling of my apple flavored slit. My hair was not trimmed so, she played in it before using her thumbs to divide it right at my small slit. Soon I felt her tongue licking so as to get me even more wet. She spread my tight pussy and licked her way inside. Her tongue felt wonderful as she pushed it inside me. She tongue fucked me for fifteen or twenty minutes. Eventually, I began to orgasm. It was so amazing. She then moved up and kissed me as I licked away my own pussy juice from her lips. We tongue kissed forever, almost. Jo Ann brought up the orange drink and some cheese and crackers. We were so hungry that we ate and drank till we were drunk. I didn't neglect Jo Ann. I was pretty mess up, but I managed to Kiss, lick, suck, finger fuck, tongue fuck, and then I straddled her pussy. I spread it open and then spread my own pussy. I pressed it to hers. It was like two pussies kissing. I moved my butt so fast I'm sure she must have thought I was a guy fucking her. Our two hard clits were rubbing together. Soon we began to almost scream. We both had a great orgasm together at same time. She said, if my clit was long enough, I would put it in your pussy and fuck you. I eased down again and pulled her little hood back to look at her hard clit. mmm, I couldn't resist. I wrapped my lips around and sucked off her pussy clit. She came loudly again.

I was going to ask Jo Ann if I could sleep in the guest bedroom, but she fell asleep right away. I showered and got in the bed of the guest room. I went to sleep pretty soon. I don't know when it was, just a few hours later, I awoke to someone trying to kiss me. As I began to awaken, I realized, it was a strange girl's mouth. She was kissing me all over like she hadn't seen me in years. She was wild. It was so incredible. Jo Ann, Susanna, I thought. No answer. Who is Jo Ann with the long dark hair? I don't know. I dreamed I was a lesbian and staying with some woman. Maybe Jo Ann. Who is Susanna? My name is Joan, NO! John. This stranger I think is blonde. Also, her hair is cut to just below her collar line and just below her ears. I was more aroused than ever before being awaken this way. But I had to calm down this person and get some answers. I grabbed the back of her hair and pulled her back onto the pillow. I held her still. She finally relaxed. I used both hands to push back her hair. I was sitting on top of her, and she became very quiet. There was a slight glow from the streetlights outside or maybe moon glow. I could just make out enough to see now that it was a stranger. A girl I had never seen before, but she seemed kind of familiar, but she was really cute. I think. I'm confused. I just couldn't see her all that well. As I treated her very gently, there was something about her. I touched her face and softly stroked her hair. She reached up and put two fingers on my lips. She just wanted to touch me there. Then she put one finger in my mouth, and I kissed on it softly. She held my face with both hands. She acted as though she had known me from a long time ago, and that she was in love with me. It's odd, but I felt as though I knew her and was in love with her. It didn't make any sense. Finally, she spoke. Very softly. She said, why didn't you wait for me? Now I'm really confused. But then without really knowing why, I said, I did. I waited for years, but you never came. She said, I tried. I said, I know you, but I don't know you. What's happening. She said, I know it must be confusing for you. I started to speak but she stopped me. Wait, we don't have long. What do you mean? Let me try to refresh your memory. It's 1918, and the war has just ended. You mean World War One? Yes. Listen. We met in a bombed-out building. My family had just been killed. You pulled me from the burning building. It was getting dark, but you carried me to outside a field hospital. They said, we're going to operate on her, but we may not be able to save her. As they carried me away on a stretcher, I said, John, wait for me.

Then I spoke. They took you away, but I didn't know where. It was getting dark, but there was a moon. A full moon. They put you in a truck and hurried out of sight. I tried to follow but couldn't keep up. Then another truck came, and my Captain yelled get in. I said, I can't I have to find her. Three men grabbed me and forced me into the truck. It took off and I blacked out. They told me I had a head wound and was probably mixed up. But I kept hearing you say, wait for me. I'm only 18 years old I think, maybe I was 18 in 1918. but I watched for you my whole life, how is this possible. Is this a dream? I think it's death she said. She asked if I had a family. I said, I thought I did, but now I can't remember them. I think my mother went off on a long trip, but now I don't remember her name or what she looked like or where she went. Whose house is this? I have no Idea. I ask, is your name Susanna? She smiled and said, see you do remember. Yes. My name is Susanna. I said, where have you been? She said, mostly in the dark except for the moon. I said, the moon. That night. It was dark except for the moon. Now it's dark except for moon light, I guess. We fell in love that night and swore to never be apart. I guess we messed up that notion. Susanna said, do you love me? I said, yes. I'm still a little mixed up, but I'm sure of that. I love you. She said, and I love you. You see it's not, too late. What should we do? Just take my hand and follow me.