Part 1.
Ok, so I'm going to fast forward this part of our journey here a little because so much has happened it would take several chapters to cover it all if I went into detail.
We rejoin the story and situation with our special friend Glen and his young nephew Danny, roughly a fortnight after sharing those first intimate pictures of myself to the shy young man...
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Things with Danny have progressed quickly, despite his shy and introvert nature the raw youthful energy of his libido has proved a powerful ally in our plan to have him join us.
Curiosity too, has been slowly but surely eating the poor thing alive, and we've given him a lot of material to help stoke up his fervent interest.
Over the past few weeks a lot more intimate pictures of myself in various uniforms and items of lingerie have been shared to the youngster.
Danny has also seen video clips of me with John and his uncle, this we found particularly exciting, especially Glen who described his hand trembling while sending the short snippets of video to Danny's email, confiding to us that it was an amazing thrill to let his young nephew see him fucking me.
This all happened in that first week after the initial set of naughty pictures were sent to Danny's mobile. But by far the biggest developments have happened just a few days ago.
As part of our plan to encourage the young man to join us Glen has recently revealed to Danny that I'm smitten with his nephew, finding him very attractive, and during his absence often making suggestive lewd comments about what I'd like to do with him intimately.
To this Danny reacted initially with apprehension, questioning his uncle repeatedly regarding what I'd said about him. The young man has an inferiority complex and as such finds it hard to understand how any woman could like him at all, never mind in a romantic way.
During a long and frank conversation between the two relatives, Danny had posed a question to his uncle regarding the explicit pictures of me...did I know that they were really for him?
To save the desperately shy lad embarrassment, Glen had originally assured Danny that he would make me believe the pictures were for himself.
Seeing an opportunity to advance things quickly, Glen admitted that yes, I knew I'd really been posing for the young man all along.
Danny replied that he suspected I had known right from the start but said nothing, as the pretence was easier to deal with.
It appeared that this complex young man was having an inner struggle, his perception was telling him that here was a lady who genuinely liked him, enjoyed his company etc, not only that but was physically attracted to him and even willing to pose for him in the nude.
All these positive things were in direct conflict with his feelings of inferiority and anxiety about being intimate with a woman, and as a result it was easier to go along with the lie.
After seeing the worried look on his nephew's face Glen tried to reassure Danny. Telling him that I was more than happy to share these pictures with him and that I really do like him, explaining he needn't be embarrassed as I'm very understanding and genuinely care for him.
Glen had described, as he related this conversation to us just a few days earlier, that Danny seemed to ease a little upon hearing this, visibly relaxing and even showing his uncle a shy smile.
However, this is where Glen now made a mistake. Seeing the favourable reaction from Danny and taking this as a sign to move forward, our friend cautiously suggested that if he was willing then Danny could accompany his uncle to one our special sunday night 'sleepovers', where aunty Pippa would be more than happy to keep him company.
On hearing this Danny immediately reverted to his apprehensive state, and no matter how much reassurance Glen provided, the idea was clearly too much for him to deal with.
Danny turned crimson, went very quiet then changed the subject by asking if the pair could watch a film together.
He had remained quiet and withdrawn for the rest of that night, and indeed, for the whole of the next day. It appeared that all was lost and Glen, in his haste and excitement, had gone too far too soon.
However, all was not lost. Glen continued trying to get Danny to talk about the situation. At first this was met with silence, but eventually he began talking again.
Glen gave us daily updates on his progress by phone, and although too embarrassed to see both myself and John, at least Danny was talking.
As mentioned earlier, all this had happened a few days ago. Then, just this morning...a breakthrough.
Glen called us to say that he'd another long chat with Danny the previous evening while he was at his mum's house, the lad finding it easier to talk about personal matters by phone.
This, very intimate chat had yielded a result. At his uncle's suggestion Danny agreed to speak with me over the phone.
After the uncertainty of these past few days we now had something solid to concentrate on, albeit just a phone call, Glen had sounded very positive.
Danny would be arriving at his uncle's flat about six this evening and we would normally have been taking him for a driving lesson, but Danny was a little too embarrassed to face us, having already declined a previous lesson.
It was decided that for privacy during our phone call, my hubby and Glen would go out for a drink together, make themselves scarce.
So, all we could do now was wait.
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Wednesday evening.
Seven twenty five... I'm supposed to ring at half past but...close enough. Waiting while a noisy motorbike drives past our house, I set my glass of dry martini down and pick up the mobile which has been ominously staring up at me from the coffee table for a good half hour.
Although nervous, I strongly suspect I'm less so than the young man who'll be on the receiving end of the call I'm about to make.
Carefully dialling the number and then without hesitation pressing call after the last digit, bringing the phone up to my ear...
The call is answered almost immediately, Danny's greeting of, "Hello." being so quiet I can hardly hear it.
"Hi Danny it's Pippa...how are you love?"
"Hi...yeah...yeah I'm fine thanks." Danny's voice sounds quite feeble and I detect a tremor of nerves within it's tone.
I'm about to speak again but Danny stutters a little with what I suspect is a hastily remembered act of courtesy.
"Ha...ha...how are you?"
Feeling sorry for Danny, but nonetheless empowered, I continue.
"Oh yeah I'm fine thanks...I am missing you though...and our little chats in the back of the car."
There's silence for a few seconds before he says, "I'm glad your fine...yeah...I'm er...I'm sorry a...abo."
Here I interupt, sensing another stutter about to tumble out of the petrified boy's mouth.
