Aunt Jeannie

We three had been best friends as long as any of us can remember. Jeannie, Carol and Ruthie; I'm the one in the middle; Ruthie is two months younger and grew up in the house next to ours on the right. Jeannie is about a year and a half older and grew up two doors to the left of my house. Jeannie, Carol and Ruthie – we were always together.

There was never anything that we did as kids that I don't remember us doing together. We were more like sisters than our real sisters and brothers. Jeannie, as the oldest, was always looking out for us. She was always hovering over us and in some ways it was like having a parent along. Of course she wasn't old enough to be a parent, but we sort of teased her about it and called her "Aunt Jeannie." It wasn't much of a tease, however, because Jeannie liked to be called "Aunt." It gave her a sense of control I think.

I can remember riding the bus to school when we were little. Aunt Jeannie would sit in the seat behind Ruthie and me. During the ride to school she would brush our hair or do whatever else she thought needed doing so that we were ready for school. Jeannie watched over the two of us like a mother hen. If there were any kids on the bus who gave us a bad time, Aunt Jeannie was always there to protect us.

It was especially good to have "Aunt Jeannie" when we got to high school. I shudder to think how it was for Jeannie when she was a freshman. Then again, knowing Jeannie, I doubt that she took anything from anyone.

When Ruthie and I started our freshman year, we got picked on and needled by some of the older girls. For the most part it wasn't anything to worry about. There was, however this one girl, Marlene, who just wouldn't leave us alone. She was a senior and substantially overweight. Marlene had no boyfriend and, by the looks of her, not much chance of getting one. Looking back on it, Marlene probably turned mean out of frustration. No one really liked her as fat a she was. It was her bulk that she employed most in her bullying.

Marlene seemed to delight in tormenting Ruthie and me. I guess we suffered in silence for about a week and a half before we told Jeannie what was going on.

Now Jeannie is not a big girl. In fact she is shorter than me and quite trim. But she is very muscular and very athletic. She is a really good looking girl, but there is nothing soft about Jeannie; she is quite solidly built. When people get into guessing each other's weight, they always get Jeannie's wrong. She is heavier than she looks because she is so solid and in such good shape. As a freshman she was a starting player on the varsity girls' field hockey team. She was the only freshman on the varsity team.

As usual, after school, Aunt Jeannie would wait for us and ask us how our day went, were we enjoying our classes, etc. On this particular day Ruthie and I weren't very talkative. Aunt Jeannie knew right away that something was bothering us, and she wouldn't let up until we told her what it was that was on our minds.

In a few sentences, we had told her all about our encounters with Marlene, the bully.

"Where do you usually see her?"

"She's always there when we go to our lockers before school starts," I said. Ruthie and I had lockers in the same section.

"Don't worry about her anymore, my little ones; Aunt Jeannie will take care of her." Jeannie always called Ruthie and I "my little ones" even though she was about the same height as Ruthie and two inches shorter than me. It sort of reinforced her status as "Aunt."

We didn't see Jeannie on the bus the next day. It wasn't unusual for juniors and seniors to drive their own cars to school especially if, like Jeannie, they had extra-curricular activities after school. Ruthie and I were somewhat concerned during our ride to school.

"Do you think that Jeannie has talked to Marlene yet?" Ruthie asked me.

"I don't know." I replied. "I wonder what she will say to Marlene. I hope that Marlene just backs off. If Marlene gets mad, it could actually get worse for us." Ruthie nodded her head in agreement. We both sat silently contemplating what would happen as the bus pulled onto the school grounds.

With great trepidation, we went to our lockers. We had considered skipping the lockers, but there were books we needed for class. We had no choice. Well hopefully, Jeannie has taken care of all this and we are just worrying about nothing. Ruthie and I tried to smile at each other, without much conviction behind it.

The bully appeared right on schedule, and started in on us. She grabbed Ruthie's backpack and started going through the contents to see if there was anything there that she wanted. She took Ruthie's sandwich and a candy bar. Things she wasn't interested in, like Ruthie's homework, were tossed on the floor.

The door of a nearby classroom opened slowly. Suddenly, Aunt Jeannie came out at full speed heading right for the bully girl. The ensuing collision was a hit as good as any I've seen on TV football games. The first sound we heard was the air being knocked out of Marlene's lungs as she absorbed the blow. Marlene collapsed on the floor with a thud, followed by a moan. Jeannie had flattened her prey. Marlene hit her head on my open locker door on the way down and was bleeding from her lip. Jeannie bounced up on her feet almost as quickly as she had taken Marlene down. It only took a moment, however, to determine that there was no physical response coming from Marlene. The three of us stood there for a moment, looking down on the vanquished bully.

Jeannie bent down toward Marlene. She kneeled on Marlene's back. Grabbing her by the hair, she raised Marlene's head from the floor. "You see these two girls, Marlene?" Jeannie was pointing at Ruthie and me. "If you ever lay a hand on either of them, if you ever say a mean word to either of them, if you ever say a nasty thing about either of them I will make your life a living hell." Jeannie paused for a response but there was none. Marlene had a somewhat blank look on her face and continued a low guttural moaning.

Jeannie slapped Marlene across the face to gain her attention. "Do you understand me, Marlene?" Still there was no response.

Jeannie reached down and grabbed the fat girl's jaw. She had her fingers on one side of Marlene's jaw and her thumb on the other side. She was squeezing Marlene's face quite hard. Jeannie had Marlene's attention. "Marlene, I will strip your fat ass totally naked and hoist you up on the football goal post if you cross me. You don't get another warning." Marlene couldn't speak, but she did manage to nod her head yes. "Now get up and get your fat ass out of my sight before I flatten you again!" Marlene struggled to her feet, started to cry, and ran down the hallway.

Neither Ruthie nor I had any further trouble from Marlene. A few months later, Marlene started to say something to me in gym class; it didn't sound like anything mean; I think it was just a test. Aunt Jeannie pushed Marlene's head into the drinking fountain about two periods later with a warning. That was the last we ever saw of Marlene.

Years passed, but the three of us stayed as close as we could.

Jeannie didn't go to college. A year after high school graduation, she met a guy, fell in love and moved to another state. I was her maid of honor, and Ruthie was her bridesmaid. After the wedding, with Jeannie off in another state, it felt very lonely. We still wrote and talked on the phone, but we missed her. Ruthie and I went to visit her a few times and she came home for visits, but it wasn't the same.

Ruthie and I both went to college and got degrees. Ruthie is a nurse and I'm a currently unemployed teacher. Eventually we both married as well. Of course Jeannie and I were both in her wedding party. Ruthie never had any kids, not that she didn't try. I can remember sitting in Ruthie's kitchen, sipping coffee, while Ruthie went over her fertility charts to see when she might get pregnant. It never happened. Jeannie has two boys, both teenagers now.

I met John at a fraternity party during my junior year in college. He seems almost larger than life at the time. He was a graduate student, and he smoked a pipe. That might not sound all that great on paper, but if you could have seen him. The pipe made him look so smart and so superior.

Well, needless to say, I was swept off my feet. I gave him my phone number and we made plans, right there at the party, for our first date. By the time our first date had ended, we were in bed together. Everything was perfect. John had a great future ahead of him, we were in love, and well he has a really big cock.

When I was ready to graduate, and John was ready to graduate from grad school, I was also two months pregnant. We married the week after graduation. Ruthie was my maid of honor and Jeannie was my bridesmaid. I eventually had a boy, and later a little girl. John was going to be a writer. He was going to write the great American novel or the great screenplay or Broadway play or something like that. Since he can write anywhere, we thought we would move back to South Florida near where I grew up.

The idyllic existence that John and I imagined when we met in school, however, never materialized. We soon learned that despite John's impressive credentials in English literature, he still couldn't sell a manuscript to any reputable publisher or producer. Opportunities to write for magazines came and went but never blossomed. Writing advertising copy was finally a decent paying job, but it was not what John had envisioned. Eventually John settled for a job selling property insurance. While this was a fine job, it came with the constant thought that somehow he had blown his opportunity to do that for which he had been destined.

The demise of John's dream resulted in the subsequent demise of his spirit. The man that I had once found to be so impressive was now a mere shell of what he once was; and we were only in our 30's. John began to drink. At first, he explained that his insurance job required him to take clients out for a drink after work. I soon learned, however, that many of these business meetings were attended by John alone. He came home later and later as time went on and, it became obvious that he was a full fledged drunk. The more he drank, the less John became interested in sex. Even when we did get into bed together, John was having problems getting an erection. This just added to his frustration and mine. My marriage was circling the drain.

Shortly after my youngest was born, Aunt Jeannie moved back to our town. She had gotten divorced from her husband. It took a little "girl pressure" on the part of Ruthie and me, but she eventually admitted that she had become bored with her husband and that she had had an affair with a married man. We didn't judge her. No matter what happened in her life, she was always our best friend and Ruthie and I both love her. We told her that.

I've always thought that Jeannie was the most adventurous of the three of us. She was always doing things that we didn't have the guts to do. So it didn't surprise me that she would have an affair when her marriage went sour. I sort of imagined that Jeannie was the mistress of a very powerful captain of industry. Of course, in my imagination, he was also the most handsome man you could imagine. Of course, as long as I was imagining, he also had a monster cock. The only thing I wondered was why Jeannie left him as well as her husband and moved back home. Maybe it was because her lover was married. Maybe he wouldn't leave his wife. In any case, I didn't ask.

When I had a chance to speak to Jeannie alone, I confided in her about my own marriage. Aunt Jeannie gave me a big hug and told me that she was always there for me, no matter what happened. She suggested that I speak to John about getting some help for his drinking problem.

"Jeannie, I did that already, but he didn't go."

"What was his reaction? Did he refuse to go, or did he say he would and then never did it?"

I hesitated for quite some time before Jeannie started prompting me for a response. "He hit me Jeannie." I started to cry. Jeannie hugged me and held me until I got over it. "He never hit me before or since, but when I asked him to get some help, he hit me and told me to mind my own fucking business." Jeannie hugged me again.

"I'll be in your corner no matter what you decide to do, little one. I'm always there for you." It had been a while since Aunt Jeannie had called me "little one." It was so comforting to have her back home.

It was good to have Aunt Jeannie back with us, even if it meant that her marriage had failed. Not much of any significance happened for the next eighteen months. Ruthie, Jeannie and I spent a lot of time together just being friends.

Then about four weeks ago, John, came home drunk. It was quite late. The children and I had already gone to bed and it was after midnight when I heard the door open. He sort of stumbled into the house and flopped onto the couch. I got out of bed and came downstairs.

I hadn't had the courage to speak to him about his drinking since the last time, but for a few weeks now, I had been building myself up to it. I looked at him stretched out on the couch. He looked tired. Perhaps, I thought, this would be the best opportunity to speak with him about his drinking, when he is at rock bottom.

I sat down in a chair next to the couch and gently shook his shoulder till he opened his eyes and looked at me.

"John, I've given this a lot of thought. I think your drinking is getting out of hand and I think that you should seek some professional help before it gets any worse." I tried to look as sympathetic as I could.

John looked at me. At first it looked like he was confused by what I had said. Then it was like he was waking up some more. He pulled himself up to a sitting position on the couch. Now he was looking at me like he was trying hard to process what I had said.

WHACK! John hit me in the face. I was more stunned than hurt. I was sure that this time would be different.

"Nag, Nag, Nag. Damn it Carol, can't you just get the fuck off my back once?" WHACK! John hit me again. This time my face really hurt.

I started to cry as I put my hands up to my face where he had hit me.

"If it wasn't for you and the kids, Carol, I would be writing screenplays in Hollywood right now. You've ruined my life and you're the one who fucking complains." He raised his hand as if he was going to hit me again, but he didn't. He rolled over and lay down on the couch again.

It took a moment for me to gather my wits. When I did, I scrambled to my feet and ran toward the front door. At first, John didn't even realize what I was doing. When it did finally dawn on him that I was heading out of the house, John went after me, but his feet weren't steady and he fell. This gave me an extra moment, so I grabbed for my purse on the way out the door and then I was gone. I ran as fast as I could for about two blocks.

It took me a few minutes to regain my bearings. My face was sore where he had hit me, I was crying. I heard the sound coming from my purse. It was my cell phone. I had forgotten that it was there. I kept walking. I was starting to feel the chill in the night air. Even here in south Florida it gets cold at night in January and February. The night temperature can get down into the 40's sometimes. It wasn't that cold tonight, but it was chilly; probably in the low 60's or upper 50's and I was out barefoot and in my pajamas.

By now I was almost three blocks down the street. The caller ID said that it was home calling. I knew it was John. I didn't want to talk to him so I ignored the call.

When I got to four blocks away I saw a bus stop shelter. At least that would be an opportunity to sit down out of the night breeze. It was much more comfortable in the shelter, although it was still quite chilly. I knew that I couldn't stay out all night in this weather.

My first call was to Ruthie. Ruthie lived just a few more blocks down the street. I could walk to her house. The call was answered by her machine. Ruthie wasn't in. Where the hell was she at 1am in the morning? Ruthie had become a nurse and worked at the local hospital. She was probably on duty tonight. I had no idea when she got off, and I didn't know the number for her department.

My second call was to Aunt Jeannie. "Hello?" It was Jeannie's voice.

"Jeannie, I need some help." There was a few sobs still in my voice.

"Carol, where are you?" I told her where I was. "I'll be there in about 8 minutes. Wait for me. Carol, is someone after you?" I hadn't told her what had happened, but I said, that I didn't think so. "Just to be sure, I want you to hide in the bushes behind the bus shelter. Carol, stay down so they can't see you. Only come out when you see my car." I didn't want to leave the relative comfort of the bus stop shelter to go stand in the bushes and in the night breeze again. "Carol this is important. You could be in trouble. You have to do as I told you." Reluctantly I agreed to do as she had told me.

Past experience had taught me that advice from Aunt Jeannie was usually good advice. I got off the sidewalk and walked back to the bushes behind the shelter. The ground around the bushes was soft and damp. I crouched down between two large bushes. I felt a little bit silly doing this. Here was a grown woman crouching down in the bushes behind a bus shelter after midnight. I started to shiver.

My phone rang again. This time it was John's cell phone. Again I didn't answer him. A moment later I found out just how wise Aunt Jeannie's advice had been. I saw John's car coming down the road, slowly. The sight of him put me back on alert. I stopped shivering. At first I thought that he was coming straight to the bus shelter. Then I realized that he was weaving. He drove up on the shoulder near the bus shelter and then immediately swerved back into the travel lane. He was still drunk. I kept my head down.

RING! The damn phone was ringing again! I was afraid he would hear my phone. He didn't hear it. I hit the "NO" button to silence the ring. I looked at the caller ID – it was Jeannie's cell phone. I answered and whispered "Jeannie, hold on."

When I saw John's car weave out of sight, I picked up the phone again. "Jeannie, he was just here. He swerved right toward me, but he didn't see me."

"Keep you head down, little one. Keep you head down and stay in those bushes, no matter what happens. I'm coming to get you as fast as I can."

I knew that she was coming fast. I told her that I only had my pajamas on and that I was shivering. I was sure that she was probably speeding. While she was driving to get me, I told Aunt Jeannie what had happened. I finished with the drunken drive-by at the bus shelter.

"Listen to me, little one. I need to hang up and make another phone call. I'll call you back in two minutes. Don't be afraid, Carol, I'm coming to get you. In the meantime, I want you to switch your phone to vibrate only. Under no circumstances are you to move from where you are. This is important, little one, don't move for any reason." Jeannie hung up. I switched my phone to vibrate. Two minutes later, she called me back.

"I'm only about 2 minutes away now, so stay still." Just as she said this, the sprinkler system came on and began to water the bushes in which I was hiding.

"Jeannie, the sprinklers are on, I'm getting soaked!" The sprinklers had me totally soaked in no time. Between the cool temperature, the breeze and now being all wet, I was thoroughly chilled to the bone. My teeth were chattering so loudly I was sure that someone would hear me.

"Don't move, Carol. This is life and death. You can stand the sprinklers for a minute, and then I'll be there to save you." It probably only took a minute for Jeannie to arrive, but it seemed much longer. When I finally saw her car pull up, I tried to run out from my hiding place. Because of crouching down and because of the chill, my legs refused to work. They were so stiff that I couldn't get myself going. Jeannie was out of her car in a moment. She came to me where I was frozen stiff and almost carried me to her car. She put me in the front seat and then went around to the other side and got in herself. At 35, Jeannie was in just as good shape as she had been at 18.

As soon as Jeannie jumped in the car, she screeched away; she floored it. She drove for about two miles before she slowed down. Then she made a quick turn into the parking lot of a church. This late at night, on a weeknight, the church parking lot was empty and dark. She parked under a tree where it was especially dark and she doused the lights on the car.

Jeannie got out of the car and came around to my side. She opened my door as well as the back door on my side.

"Hurry, little one." She motioned for me to get out of the car, which I did. She gave me a little hug. I was shivering quite hard now. "Strip off those wet clothes." I did as she told me. She opened the trunk and threw my wet clothes in there. At the same time she took a beach blanket out of the trunk and wrapped it around me. I was still shivering. "Get in the backseat and lie down. Keep the blanket around you." I got into the backseat.

Jeannie closed the side doors and the trunk. She went to the driver's seat and put the heater on full. She also turned on some quiet soothing music. She looked at me in the backseat and smiled. Jeannie had a digital camera and she took several pictures of my bruises and black eye. Then she put the camera away again.

"Lie still little one, Aunt Jeannie has some things to do. I'll be nearby and then I'll be back in just a moment." I was too tired, scared and cold to even ask what she was going to do, but I did peak out the window a few minutes later. Jeannie was standing a few feet behind the car talking on her cell phone.

A moment later, she came to the driver's side rear door and got in. She sat on the seat and had me rest my head on her lap.

"We have to get you warmed up, little one, before you catch your death." Jeannie was caressing and rubbing my head and hair. "My goodness you are going to have a shiner, Carol." I reached up and touched my right eye. It was tender to the touch. "Now just rest, little one, you are safe now." As I started to relax, all that had happened came flooding out. I started crying uncontrollably.

Aunt Jeannie pulled me up to a half sitting position, still across her lap. She hugged me tightly and slowly rocked me back and forth while making soothing sounds and humming to the music coming from the car stereo.

After a minute or two my crying subsided. It was then that I first noticed that her right hand was under the blanket and was gently massaging my breasts and nipples. After all I had been through, these gentle caresses felt soothing. I suppressed my initial impulse to resist. I let Aunt Jeannie caress my nipples. It felt good.

To my surprise, I started to be aroused by her caresses. Jeannie noticed it too as her hand stopped moving and she began to gently roll my erect nipples between her fingers. I've never had sexual contact with another woman before. In my opinion, it sounded so repulsive. I think I always imagined the other woman as a dyke who bore an amazing resemblance to Marlene. This wasn't what I had ever imagined. I had always loved Jeannie as a friend and almost sister. Now, once again, she was also my heroine, having saved me from certain peril. I didn't find her touching repulsive at all. I was quite confused by what I felt.

Jeannie slowly moved her hand south, toward my pussy. She didn't go too far, but rather she just gently rubbed my pubic mound as she had caressed my breasts earlier. I rolled toward her and hugged her more tightly. I was still sobbing slightly.

This continued for a few more delightful but confusing minutes. Then Jeannie said, "We have to get going, little one. It's not safe to stay here." Jeannie gently put me back down on the seat and moved back to the front seat. "I'll drive more slowly going home, you should just sleep now."

It probably only took Jeannie about six minutes to reach me when I called for help. The way back, at a much more leisurely pace was twelve minutes or more. I never fell totally asleep in the backseat of her car, but I did doze off a few times. Once I thought that I saw the reflection of police lights, but they seemed to pass, or we passed them, I didn't really pay that much attention to it. The heater in the car had made it quite toasty, and I was feeling much better. I felt the car slow, and then the engine was shut off. I knew we were at Jeannie's house.

A moment later, Jeannie was at the back door of the car and helping me to my feet. I must have had part of the blanket pinned under me since I was having trouble getting up. Jeannie finally reached in and pulled the blanket away and tossed it over into the front seat. She reached for my hand and I got out of the car. It wasn't until the cold air hit me that I realized I was walking up to her front door totally nude. I was hoping that her two teenage sons were with their dad that night. It turned out that they were, but I didn't know that. I also hope that all her neighbors are heavy sleepers.

Jeannie opened the door quickly and we went inside and immediately upstairs to the master suite. Jeannie immediately began to draw a hot bath. She had one of those big Roman tubs. In a few minutes, she was helping me step into the hot bath. It felt so good.

While the bath was running I told Jeannie that I had to get home and check on my kids.

"Shush little one. Your kids are just fine. When I was on my way over to get you, I called the police and reported John for drunk driving. I told them that he had knocked down several mailboxes and was weaving all over the place. On the way back here from the church I saw him pulled over by a patrol car. When we were in the parking lot at the church, I called Ruthie at the hospital. She's at your house with your kids right now. There is nothing for you to worry about."

I sat passively in the bath and let Aunt Jeannie wash me with the warm water. She even washed my hair. She also washed all the places that she had caressed earlier in the backseat of her car. I felt safe.

When the bath was done, Jeannie had me stand up and she wrapped me in a large towel. She then wrapped my hair in another towel. I simply stood there while she dried me off. She unwrapped my hair and used a hair dryer to finish the job. She sat me on a small bench while she brushed out my hair. When I was completely dry, she hung up all the towels and led me, nude, to the bed; to her bed.

A moment later, Jeannie joined me in the bed. She too was now nude. She once again began to caress my face and my hair. She was very careful around my eye which was now quite swollen. Her hands gently moved down my neck and found my breasts. My nipples responded to her immediately by becoming erect. Jeannie smiled at this, and I smiled back, but neither of us spoke.

Jeannie began to lick my nipple, gently, while massaging the other breast with her hand. The action of her tongue sent chills down my spine. I hadn't been with a lot of men before John. I had had my nipples sucked before this, but somehow this was different. Jeannie knew just what to do to stimulate me. After a time, she switched to the other breast.

Jeannie raised her head, level with mine, and began to kiss me on the mouth. At first it was little peck kisses. Then there were some longer kisses. I smiled at her. On the next kiss I felt her tongue pushing into my mouth. At first I resisted, but then I accepted her kiss. I felt my face becoming hot. I was sure if I looked in a mirror that my face was all red. Jeannie's tongue pushed as far back in my mouth as she could get it. I opened my mouth as wide as I could to accept her. I could feel her breast rubbing against my breast as she moved next to me. My nipples became erect once again.

Jeannie's left hand was on my pussy mound, gently caressing my pubic hair. She continued to French kiss me and to rub her breast against my breast. One of her fingers found my vagina and entered. My initial reaction was to close my legs tightly, which I did. Jeannie's finger was already in me, so closing my legs just trapped her there. Jeannie just waited. A moment later, I relaxed again. The tip of her finger found my most erotic places in no time at all. It was almost as if she knew my body better than I did. In a few minutes I was ready to climax. I wasn't sure if I should or not, I was trying to hold back, but finally I couldn't. When I came it was like an avalanche falling from off a mountain. My body shook from head to toe. Jeannie kept me going as long as I could stand it.

When I had climaxed twice, Jeannie finally started to relax. She stopped kissing me on the mouth and once again started kissing my breasts and nipples. Slowly, she began working her way south toward my cunt. I wasn't ready for this yet, so I gently but firmly held her head away from my pussy.

She stopped kissing me, and rolled away, now lying on her back. She looked at me with a smile on her face that was somehow different than any smile I had ever seen from her before. It was like a smile of great relief. I smiled back at her.

With my right hand, I reached over and began to gently caress her breast as she had caressed mine. Jeannie smiled at me. I soon felt her nipples becoming erect. I found her breasts to be interesting. They were much smaller than my own, but they seemed very sensitive to my touch. I was surprised. I would never have said anything to Jeannie, but since she was essentially flat-chested, I had imagined that her breasts would be more like a boy's breasts than a girl's. I was obviously way off on that assumption.

I liked her little erect nipples. I played with them. I even pulled on them a little bit. Jeannie seemed to be delighted by whatever I did.

After a few minutes, Jeannie rolled toward me again. She gave me a little peck on the lips. Then she took my hand in hers and gently guided my hand to her pussy. I touched her and immediately felt the dampness between her legs. She was warm. Even the slightest touch from me got a reaction from her. Her breath became halting. Gently I pushed my finger between the lips of her cunt. In just a moment I found her clitoris and began to stimulate her as she had stimulated me. Jeannie responded immediately. I'm sure that she must have cum three or four times.

By now, both of us were somewhat sweaty. Jeannie pushed me over on my back and she rolled over on top of me. Her mound was touching my mound. Her nipples were touching my nipples. Her lips were kissing my lips. She rolled off of me and then gently pushed me on my other side. Then she curled up behind me, with her arms around me and we both fell asleep.

Jeannie was already awake, the next morning, when I opened my eyes. "Good morning sleepy head. It's Saturday." She smiled at me. It took a moment for me to focus on her. Jeannie was seated on the edge of the bed. She was putting something on my wrist. It was a silk cord, the other end of which was attached to the bed post. She similarly bound my other hand and both of my ankles till I was tied spread eagle on her bed.

By now, I was focused on her. She was somewhat dressed. She had a very cute black leather had on. She also wore a black collar around her neck and a black corset. The corset was tied tight enough that she was actually starting to have a figure. Her breasts and her cunt were totally exposed. She also had on black patent leather boots that came up to her knees. It was really quite stylish in a decant sort of way. In her left hand she held a black leather riding crop.

Jeannie got onto the bed, kneeling between my legs. She gently started to run the riding crop over my exposed nipples and cunt. Every so often, she got a little more forceful until she had me very excited. There was a slight sting to the crop as it hit on tender areas but it was not a bad feeling it was just very stimulating.

When I had reached the desired level of excitement, Jeannie dropped the crop and leaned down toward my cunt. Helpless to restrain her this time, Jeannie began to stimulate me with her tongue. She found my most sensitive areas in no time at all. Her tongue made little circles around my clit. I had never realized that oral sex could be this good. She had me climaxing four times before she moved.

Jeannie changed her position to lie over me. Her head was still in my pussy and still stimulating me beyond my wildest sexual dreams. Now, however, her pussy was at my face as well. My reservations about doing this melted as I felt another orgasm come over me. Jeannie was a master at making me cum and cum. I raised my head enough so that my tongue could reach her cunt. My only worry now was that I wouldn't be able to do for her what she had done for me. My worry was unfounded, however. The first touch of my tongue to her clit and she came immediately. I was surprised at how salty she tasted. It was good though. I next tried to do what I had felt her doing to me. I made little circles around her clit. She came three times more before she rolled off of me.

We kissed each other very passionately. Then she untied my hands.

She smiled at me as she got up from the bed. "You can get yourself washed up in there, little one." She pointed toward the bathroom. "I've laid out some exercise clothes I have that I think will fit you. Downstairs, you'll find breakfast food, help yourself."

"Where are you going?"

"I have a very important thing I have to do right now, little one. I want you to wait here until I get back. Then we will talk about what has happened and what we're going to do next. In the meantime, just relax. Everything will be okay, little one, Aunt Jeannie will take care of everything." She smiled at me and I smiled back.

I untied my ankles and got up. I didn't want to take another bath, so I jumped in the shower for a quick rinse. The sweat shirt and sweat pants Jeannie had put out for me were a little small, but not a bad fit considering everything. Downstairs, I found breakfast cereal, milk and some muffins. I sat in the living room and read the paper until Jeannie returned home after about two hours.

Jeannie was also dressed in sweat clothes and looked like she had just come from a vigorous workout. She smiled at me. In her hand was a video camera, which she quickly hooked to the television set.

She sat down and held my hand. "Carol, a lot has happened to you in the past twenty-four hours. Right now, I'd like to talk to you about John. I think that John is very dangerous right now. He is in a very dark place in his life and he has become dangerous to you and your kids. If you stay with him, someone is going to end up dead."

I started to sob, but I also was nodding yes to what she was telling me. "I know."

"John spent last night in jail. The police picked him up after I called them and reported him for drunk driving. They just released him ninety minutes ago." I gasped when she told me that John was out again. "Don't worry, little one, it is all under control. I picked him up at the jail and drove him back to your house. During the drive I told him that he had hurt you very bad last night. I showed him the pictures of your bruises and black eye. I told him that if he didn't check himself into a rehab program today, those pictures were going to the cops and he was going back to jail."

"Okay, so he's in rehab. He'll be out in a month. Then what?"

"Well, that's up to you, Carol. You can use this time to divorce him or you can decide to take him back. It's your choice, little one."

"I never thought I would be saying this, but I want to divorce him. Jeannie, I haven't been happy with him in a long time. I don't see that improving even if he stops drinking. I think this would be a good time to break it off." Somehow I thought that making a decision like that would be more emotional than it was. I guess the emotion of my relationship with John was all gone by now.

"I think that's a really good choice sweetie. Now, I have something else to show you. You know that Aunt Jeannie doesn't let anyone touch you with just a warning. I believe that physical threat goes a long way with bullies." I had no idea what she was talking about. Jeannie got up and started the video playing. "Ruthie arranged for your kids to go over to friends' houses this morning, so when I brought John home no one was there except Ruthie. Ruthie ran the video camera while I had a few words with John about his behavior."

The video started. It was the yard behind my house. I could see John and Jeannie in the yard. Jeannie, on the video, was yelling at John, "you ever touch Carol again you bastard and I'll kill you." With that Jeannie moved toward John. As she did, she spun and her right leg came up in a martial arts move like I've only seen in the movies. Jeannie's foot struck John in the face and knocked him backwards and down on the ground. John started to get up, but Jeannie struck him again, this time in the ribs and he once again landed in a heap. Twice more, John tried to get to his feet. Each time, Jeannie punished him till he fell back to the ground. Finally exhausted, John just lay there, breathing hard.

Jeannie went over to John who was lying face down on the ground. She placed her knee in the middle of his back and put her weight on him. She took a small length of rope and tied John's wrists together behind his neck. She then grabbed him by his hair and pulled his head up and back.

"Now John," Jeannie on the video was saying, "we are going to have a bitch to man talk. First, you're going to offer Carol an uncontested divorce. She gets the house, the kids, the minivan and child support. You get to keep your car and your clothes. You are moving out today." John was getting an angry look on his face, but Jeannie gave him a nasty karate chop across one ear and he settled down. "Now John, if you don't do what I say, the video tape of you getting your ass kicked by a girl will appear on the internet. Do you understand me?" John gritted his teeth, but didn't say anything in response. Jeannie moved John's head up and down with her hand. "I guess that's a good response. Now John, you listen to me and you listen good. You're still going to check into that rehab tonight. If you don't the pictures of your wife's bruises are going to the cops and you're going to jail. And finally, you are going to promise me that you will never ever raise your hand to Carol. If you ever hit her again, John, I will personally cut your balls off." John was gritting his teeth again. Jeannie was still kneeling on John's back and holding his hair in her right hand. Now with her left hand she reached down between John's legs and grabbed his balls tightly. John jumped and grimaced, but could not escape. Finally, John just yelled as Jeannie squeezed his manhood. "John, I want to hear you promise that you're going to do everything I just told you."

John yelled again, but Jeannie kept her tight grip on his balls. "Okay, I promise."

"No John, I want you to tell me in detail what you are and are not going to do. DO IT JOHN!"

"Okay! I'm checking into rehab tonight. Carol gets and uncontested divorce and she gets everything." John stopped there as if that was all. I could see that Jeannie was increasing the pressure on his balls. "Okay and I will never hit Carol again as long as I live."

"And if you do hit Carol again, John, what is going to happen to you?"

John was turning red in the face. "You're going to cut off my balls and then send me to jail. Okay, I got it." Jeannie released John's balls.

Jeannie stood up, releasing the pressure on John's back. She took a pair of scissors and cut the cord holding John's wrists together. John stood up, slowly at first, but then it was obvious that he had a very angry look on his face. He came at Jeannie. "I never promised not to hit you two bitches." John lunged at Jeannie (and presumably Ruthie behind the camera). The camera moved somewhat as Ruthie was probably startled by John's charge. Nonetheless, the camera held steady enough to see Jeannie's foot come up between John's legs and he fell to his knees. Jeannie then did another twirl ending with her foot across John's face. John fell backwards writhing in pain, but obviously still alive.

Jeannie turned off the tape. We sat there and starred at each other for minutes without saying anything. Finally I spoke.

"Jeannie, I'm grateful that you took care of John for me. I am going to divorce him. I'll start the paperwork first thing on Monday. I don't want to hurt your feelings though, Jeannie."

"What are you talking about Carol? How could you hurt my feelings?"

"Last night was absolutely fantastic, but I'm not ready to move in with you, I need some time to decompress before I make any decisions."

"Carol, I never asked you to move in with me. Last night was fantastic, but I don't think it would be a good idea for us to live together either. You need to be with your kids. I need to have a place for my kids when they come to visit as well. If things work out that we can have another night like last night I will be very happy, but if it never happens again, that's okay too."

"Okay, Jeannie, I wasn't sure where this was all going so quickly."

"It doesn't have to be quick. It can be very long and drawn out. There is no pressure here Carol. I'm not forcing you to do anything or to hold to any schedule. It might be best, even if we become constant lovers, that we never live together. Carol, I didn't get divorced because I had an affair with another man; I had an affair with another woman. Society doesn't look kindly on a lesbian couple. If nothing else ever happens, you will still be the best friend I ever had and I will always love you. If something does happen, then it would be best if we just visit with each other and not act like a couple. Believe me, when I was up north, I found out how society treats you when you're gay." Jeannie smiled at me. I smiled back at her.

"Thank you Aunt Jeannie for everything you've done for me. I love you too, I always have. No matter how this relationship works itself out, I will always love you. You saved my life once again." I leaned over and kissed her. She responded immediately.

"Now stay here today. John will be gone by 5pm today. Ruthie and I will go with you to pick up the kids and get back to your house. Ruthie is having the locks changed on your house and we're getting the combination changed on the security system. Your safe now little one. Aunt Jeannie has taken care of everything." Jeannie smiled at me.

I curled up on Jeannie's couch to read the paper. Jeannie went about some chores and then said she was going out for some errands. She would be home in plenty of time to go with me back to the house.

John moved out and gave me an uncontested divorce. He did go to rehab and is now working on staying sober. Perhaps there was some truth in one of his statements; the one about me and the kids holding him back. John is moving to Hollywood and has a job working on a movie. It might be a total flop, but at least he's trying.

In the weeks that followed since then, Jeannie and I have gotten together twice more to explore our romantic feelings for each other. I still don't know where that part of our relationship is heading, but I know that right now I'm happy for the first time in quite a while.