Author's note: This story has been written at the request of Jen. She does exist, lives in Louisiana, and Uncle Jimmy also really exists. However his shenanigans are purely the figment of Jen's very fertile imagination and the author's wayward sexual deviancy. Jen wants a slow build up in the story, so what Jen wants, she gets.
I need to point out that this story is based in Louisiana, but written by the author who lives in New Zealand which is a million miles, give or take, from where the story is based. So for you purists I apologise if the settings around college basketball are not entirely authentic. Also my barbs about life in Louisiana are just meant to wind up the real life Jen so don't take it personally if you come from that beautiful Southern State.
This is Jen's story............
Chapter One
Where do I begin? I guess it would be polite to introduce myself first. My name is Jen. It is Jennifer to be more correct, but everybody just calls me Jen. I am a really good girl and there is no way I should have got myself mixed up in a story like this. It is just not right or fair. I am sure you will agree when you read my story.
I am 18 years of age and live in Louisiana with my parents, as well as my brother, Jethro and sister, Trixie. I don't want to sound conceited, but I think I am quite pretty. My boyfriend certainly thinks so. He tells me I look a lot like the singer, Taylor Swift, which makes me blush. But I guess I can see the likeness, except I am a brunette. I don't think I am exaggerating when I say I have a nice figure and lovely firm breasts. I am a 24B bra cup.
Now I know there are a lot of ignorant people out there who think girls in Louisiana spend much of their time jumping into bed with their cousins, getting pregnant, bringing up a brood of kids in a shack on the bayou, and just spending the evenings playing the banjo and drinking moonshine. Personally I blame the movie, Deliverance.
However let me assure you I am far from this insulting Southern belle stereotype. I attend the local college where my grades consistently place me as one of the best students in my classes. I have plans to get accepted at a top University, get a degree, and really make something of myself. Very few of my extended family have been to University, but I want to be different. Not that I want to belittle my family. My Ma and Pa are really supportive of me, and I get on really well with my Uncles and Aunts. That is with the exception of my Uncle Jimmy!
Uncle Jimmy is in his early forties and is married to my Ma's younger sister, Shirley. Forgive me if I speak plainly, but I just don't like Uncle Jimmy, and I never trusted him. Aunt Shirley met Uncle Jimmy when he was a hotshot basketball player at college. He was one of Louisiana's best outside shooters, regularly slotting three pointers. The NBA scouts were reportedly interested. Then he popped his knee, got Aunt Shirley pregnant, and his basketball ambitions went sliding away. Since then he has always resented our side of the family, as if him getting Aunt Shirley pregnant was somehow a big conspiracy on the part of our family to end his basketball dreams.
Uncle Jimmy and Aunt Shirley now have two boys, and while they are fairly good at basketball, they have struggled academically and the oldest was lucky not to be expelled when found with a small quantity of drugs. I think he was only saved because Uncle Jimmy is now the coach of the college basketball team.
The fact that myself and my brother and sister have always been well behaved and are doing well academically seems to get right up Uncle Jimmy's nose. Especially as my proud parents seem to constantly tell everyone who will listen how wonderful we are. I love my parents, but they can be a bit over the top with their praise.
However of all the people in our extended family that Uncle Jimmy resents it seems, for whatever reason, that I am at the top of his list. When we are at a family gathering Uncle Jimmy is always his usual charming and courteous self. My cousins all think he is the neatest guy, as he is the closest we have to a celebrity in our unassuming, proudly working class family. There are occasions, however, at our family gatherings when I have looked over at Uncle Jimmy and found him staring at me and even occasionally gives me a sneaky wink. It gives me the creeps big time.
On the odd occasions the two of us are alone anywhere he makes comments that are designed to put me down and often have sexual overtones. When I react he just laughs and is even more scornful of me. I find him downright crass, and I think I have good reason to. Last summer at a college basketball fundraiser he chatted up two of my female college friends, who are less than half his age, and offered them a ride home afterwards. Aunt Shirley was on holiday in New Orleans with my mother at the time. He persuaded my two friends to stop off at his house on the way and after drinking alcohol they ended up nude in his spa. My friends have sworn me to secrecy over the incident, and swear that nothing else happened, however when I pressed them on the subject they seemed hesitant and had trouble looking me in the eyes. I am not so sure.
On one occasion earlier this year when Uncle Jimmy and I were alone in the backyard of my house he got up to his usual trick of trying to put me down with his comments, and I angrily reacted by telling him that I knew what he had done with my friends and he should be ashamed of himself. However far from feeling contrite, it just spurned Uncle Jimmy on.
He just gave me one of his infuriating winks, before whispering, "And you know what, Jen, your friends had very tasty bodies. Such firm titties and tight little butts."
I looked at him in aghast.
"But you know what, Jen," he grinned, "I bet you have a body that could put them to shame. Why don't you come around for a spa so I can find out?"
I stormed off in disgust. Uncle Jimmy yelled out that he was only kidding me and not to take him so seriously.
At this point I have to confess that I am still a virgin at 18. It is not that I am a real prude or deeply religious, or anything like that. I just don't believe a girl should jump into bed with just any boy who comes along. Most of my female friends have slept with their boyfriends, but that is a choice they made and I don't really care. I know some of the boys, and even my own friends, believe I am a bit of a stuck up bitch who thinks she is superior to them. I am just not into partying and sucking up to jocks around college like my friends do.
In truth my confident, outspoken demeanour actually hides a young lady who is in many ways insecure and shy. I am especially bashful when it comes to my own body. Even though I know I have a nice figure I should be proud of I am frightfully awkward when it comes to displaying it in public. I am reluctant to wear short dresses, even though I know I have long slender legs that a lot of girls would die for. When I go swimming I feel exposed even when wearing my modest bikini that is not very revealing. Most of the time I keep my towel wrapped around me. I don't like it when I notice men staring at my breasts, especially if I think my nipples might be protruding through whatever fabric I am wearing. I therefore always wear a bra, even when I am relaxing around home.
I have had a number of boyfriends, but mostly they have been short term relationships. Mostly they dump me when they find I am strictly off limits for any sort of sexual activity, even the mildest foreplay. I don't like it when they put their hand on my leg, or try to cop a feel of my firm titties. I know I am a well developed young woman who should take a more enlightened and adventurous stance towards the opposite sex, but there is a mental block and shyness I cannot overcome.
I do have a new boyfriend, Bobby, who I have been dating for almost three months. Finally I feel I have met someone who seems to genuinely like me, and is not just lusting after my body. Bobby plays in the college orchestra with me. I play the violin while he plays the saxophone. He is in some respects a little geeky, but I like him a lot. He is very polite and respectful, and is never crude. He is also very funny and has the ability to pick me up when my spirits are down. For the very first time in my life I have a relationship with a boy that I feel committed to making work.
As I mentioned, Uncle Jimmy is now the Head Coach of our boys college basketball team. He is no longer the six feet and five inch supreme athlete he use to be, with too much beer and junk food being the main contributor to his expanded waistline. However he is still recognised as one of the finest basketballers the college has ever produced, and has been the Head Coach for the past five years. His success record as Coach has not been great. Our team have never even got close to qualifying for the State Championships, but after each season Uncle Jimmy somehow persuades the College board that he is rebuilding and next year will see bigger and brighter things.
Uncle Jimmy's two redneck boys, Billy and Stan, are both in the college team, along with my older brother, Jethro, as well as another cousin of mine, Dirk. It is a bit of a family affair. Often I have to drop my brother off to basketball practice, and then I go off to my orchestra rehearsal before coming back to the stadium to pick up Jethro. Normally they have not finished practice so I take a seat in the small grandstand and patiently wait. This means that even though I try to avoid my Uncle Jimmy like the plague, we inevitably end up having contact with each other at the stadium. After the practice my cousin, Dirk, and Jethro usually come and sit beside me in the grandstand to cool down and drink their fluids. Billy and Stan seem to share their dislike of me with their father, so they rarely join us. That suits me fine as they are jerks just like their Dad. The girls they date are always tarts who wear high heels, skirts that are too short, and boobs almost hanging out of their tops. In short, those girls have no class, which means they are well paired up with Uncle Jimmy's boys.
My poor Aunt Shirley has tried really hard to be a good mother to her two boys, but I think she has been too soft on them and the overbearing bad influence of their father has made them what they are today. My Ma is always lecturing her younger sister, Shirley, on how to raise a family successfully, but alas I think it has fallen on deaf ears.
Last week the conductor of our orchestra had asked Uncle Jimmy if he could change the times his team practiced over the next four weeks so the orchestra could make use of the stadium. We were scheduled to have a concert in there in a month's time so it was important we got a chance to rehearse in the venue before the big night of our concert. However Uncle Jimmy flatly refused to co-operate and even though we complained to the College Dean he was reluctant to stand up to Uncle Jimmy. Because Uncle Jimmy is family I felt terribly embarrassed about this. The conductor had asked me if I could talk to him and try to persuade him to change his mind, but I told him it would make no difference as we did not get on at all well.
It was while waiting in the grandstand for my brother, Jethro, to finish his basketball practice that my life began to slowly unravel in a very big way. As usual, I had been to orchestra rehearsal. My relationship with Bobby was beginning to blossom and for once I was motivated to impress him. So before leaving home with Jethro I put on a light summer dress that my Ma and Pa had given me as a present a couple of years ago. I had hardly ever worn as it was a lightweight fabric and shorter than I felt comfortable in. The few times I had worn it in public I felt a constant need to either put my hands in front of my boobs or pull down the hem because it had drifted up above mid thigh. However on this day I was determined to make a really positive impression on Bobby, who would also be at orchestra rehearsal. So putting my reservations aside I wore my dress. I did wear a bra though, even though the dress had a boob tube elastic top that was meant to be worn without a bra.
