On my 18th birthday, my Aunt Gertie, my mom, my grandparents, my great aunt and uncle, Addie, and I met at a restaurant to celebrate my birthday. My aunt and I were the last 2 left and she asked if I could give her a ride home, since she had arrived at the restaurant with my mother.
I was more than glad to. ANY time I got to spend with my aunt was fantastic. I was too dumb, clueless, whatever word you want to use to realize, I wasn't expected to be going home that night. (In retrospect, I was evidently the only one that didn't know: when my grandparents left they looked at us and said have fun tonight, when my great aunt and uncle left they looked at us and said have fun tonight, when Addie left she looked at us and told us to have fun, and when my mom left she kissed me on the cheek and told me to remember I had school tomorrow. )
My aunt asked me to walk her to the door and invited me in. Then she said that she'd be right back after she got out of her dress.
"That dress was beautiful. I think."
"You THINK the dress was beautiful?"
"I'm not sure. It may have only been beautiful because you were wearing it."
She came back and kissed me. I blushed.
"Could you come here, I can't get out of this dress."
I laughed as I walked into the room. "You have no idea how many times I've heard that in my life. But that's the first time it wasn't from my mom." I walked up behind her. "Ah. Here's the problem. These little buttons that go into these little loop things." I unbuttoned the dress.
"Can you unzip me?"
"Gladly, my lady," so I held the dress at the top and unzipped it all the way down to the waist and then let go.
I had unzipped dresses for my mom all my life. She usually had on a slip underneath or she would hold the dress to her bosom when I unzipped it. My aunt didn't hold the dress to her bosom. She also wasn't wearing a slip underneath. She was wearing a string of pearls, pantyhose, perfume, and maybe deodorant. I could smell the perfume and I could see the string of pearls, her back and the pantyhose. But there was nothing else visible. "Oh! My!"
All of that registered in the seconds it took the dress to hit the floor. My aunt turned to look at me when I said oh my. Now I could see the front of my aunt, the string of pearls and the pantyhose. The blood rushed to my face and other parts of my body, too.
I had dreamed a long time of seeing my aunt like this. But when it happened, I tripped over my own feet trying to move away. I said "I'm sorry" and walked/stumbled/fell out of her room. I went into the living room and tried to calm my racing heart. And calm the other place the blood rushed to.
She walked out wearing a nightgown that came down to below her knees. The pantyhose seemed to be gone. I had no idea if the pearls were still on her or not. She came and sat next to me on the sofa. I couldn't look her in the eyes.