M4F A Taste of Innocence: When My Aunt's Grapes Ripened
Aunt Judy, my 37-year-old aunt, always had a soft spot for her 22-year-old niece, me. I'd always thought of her as a mother figure, but one summer everything changed.
I'd moved back home from college, and my aunt took it upon herself to help me find a job. I spent my days updating my resume, and my aunt and I would chat about everything and nothing. One afternoon, as we sat on the porch sipping lemonade, Aunt Judy brought up my summer plans. I mentioned I was planning a trip to the vineyard to pick grapes. I knew she was going to ask to come along, and I was looking forward to spending more time with her.
At the vineyard, I was a little nervous about picking grapes, but Aunt Judy was there to guide me every step of the way. She gave me tips and tricks to make the process easier, and even let me borrow her special pruning shears. I was so focused on getting the grapes that I didn't notice how close we were getting.
As the sun began to set, Aunt Judy suggested we take a break and find a spot to rest. I was tired and happy to sit down. I noticed we were under a grove of trees that were perfect for a quick nap. But Aunt Judy had other ideas.
She took my hand and guided me down to the grass, and we started to kiss. I was so caught off guard, but I couldn't deny the butterflies in my stomach. I'd never kissed a woman before, but Aunt Judy was making me feel things I'd never felt before. I was hooked.
