From the author - Because it's been a while since this the last chapter, I'm copying the end of chapter 2 here to remind readers of where the story left off. You're free to read Great Scott! and Great Scott Pt 2 in its entirety under my profile -- basically, this is a story about a young black man by the name of Scott who is an empath -- he has the ability to sense what others are feeling, physically, intellectually, and emotionally -- this ability give him advantages as a lover -- he adjusts based on what he picks up from his partner -- Ryan.
Scott smiled and said, "Bobbie, you know a good run gets my motor running...and you know that Danni and Rocky are gone for the day...and here you are, sitting next to me so sexy and pale in a T-shirt with your nipples protruding like erasers and these short shorts that show off these amazing slender legs and thighs and that tight little ass that any coed would kill to have -- I'm an all American hot blooded guy with needs and you're teasing me...!"
Bobbie burst out laughing and said that she thought he was Jamaican or British or something and then said, "Poor dear..." and patted his thigh lightly.
Scott looked down at her hand and then up at Bobbie with a grin. He said, "You're in the right area, but a little more to the left."
Bobbie looked down and saw that her fingertips were a mere half inch from touching Scott's cock. She pulled her hand off his leg like she touched a hot stove, which made Scott laugh.
"C'mon, Aunt Bobbie...you're driving me crazy...wouldn't you like a feel?"
Bobbie cleared her throat and got up and walked back into the house. She called out to him and asked if he wanted more coffee. Scott said he was going to get a shower and asked Bobbie if she minded keeping things hot until he was finished?
The double entendre wasn't lost on her. She thought to herself, "if only there was another way..."
Bobbie watched Scott move through the great room and disappear down the hallway -- she poured another cup of coffee and sat at the kitchen table. She looked down into her cup...STRONG AND BLACK...ugh....
She caught her reflection in the window, saw that her nipples were indeed popping through the thin material of her T-shirt. She stood up to look at her legs...yes, the shorts were pretty short...Scott was right. But she looked GOOD.
She debated changing her clothes while Scott was in the shower -- or at least putting on a bra. But that would be so obvious to him if he came out and noticed she put something else on. "Fuck it," she thought to herself -- "It is what it is."
She was deep in thought when she heard the shower stop and a few minutes later, she heard Scott padding down the hall toward the kitchen. Bobbie looked up to see him standing in front of her dripping wet with just a towel wrapped around his waist...
"Scott! You're dripping all over the hardwood floors! Didn't your mother ever tell you not to come out of the shower wet??"
Scott grinned and said he was hoping he could get that coffee from her to warm up a little? Bobbie nodded and handed him a cup and watched him take a seat adjacent to her at the head of the table...As he sat, the towel gapped open a little and for the briefest glance, saw his black cock dangling down between his legs before he closed the towel again. She shivered.
They talked a little about the coming weekend as they sipped their coffee -- Bobbie tried to keep her eyes above the table, but every time Scott shifted or moved, she dropped her gaze down between his legs and he didn't disappoint -- two or three times, his cock would surface...she swore it was getting longer and thicker every time she looked at it.
For his part, her darting eyes weren't lost on Scott -- he knew he was putting on a bit of a show and the idea of getting Bobbie worked up excited him. He had fully intended to take his coffee and leave the kitchen, but the fact that it was just the two of them home all day was an opportunity he wasn't going to miss out on. He knew if it continued, he'd go "full hard on" in front of Aunt Bobbie and that wasn't what he wanted. So, he did his best to let his cock engorge with blood, lengthen, thicken but if he felt himself getting too hard, he started thinking about baseball and auto parts and just about anything to keep from dripping all over the place.
The dance continued on the other chair with Bobbie facing the young man -- she caught her reflection again and yes, her nipples were rock hard, pressing against her shirt -- she reached up and touched her neck and felt the heat there and knew without a doubt that she was damp between her inner thighs. She wondered if he could see it, sense it with his voodoo empath thing he had going on. She wondered if he could smell her sex -- her pheromones peaking -- God, it was exhausting trying to play it so cool...!
Somewhere along the way, Scott decided enough was enough...while keeping his towel closed, he lifted his feet and placed them on the base of the chair that Bobbie was sitting on, so that his heels were between her legs -- he wasn't indecent or probing, but it was definitely invading her space a bit...Bobbie tried to scooch back a little so his feet weren't touching her thighs but found that she was already back against the upright of the chair with nowhere to go.
Scott acted like it was the most normal thing in the world to close the space between them and he kept the conversation going the entire time. If Bobbie wanted to get up, she'd have to throw a leg over his to escape. So, she sat there without saying anything and tried to avoid looking at the bulge under the terrycloth towel.
At one point in the discussion, Scott said something that made Bobbie laugh and she leaned forward and put her hand on his knee. As soon as she reached out to touch him, Scott put his hand over hers and held it there lightly but firmly...he looked into her eyes and slowly moved her hand so that it slid under the towel onto his cock. Bobbie gasped as she felt it jump under her touch and she tried to pull away, but Scott smiled and wrapped his fingers around hers so that she was squeezing the hot thick shaft pulsating.
Scott heard her catch her breath, but she didn't make any further attempt to pull away... Scott grew silent and withdrew her hand to see what she would do...
Bobbie's face was red and she pursed her lips but instead of pulling away, she squeezed a little harder, exploring his thickness, his length...She realized after about a minute that she had been holding her breath the entire time and exhaled deeply to catch up. She noticed that Scott has closed the distance between them and pulled his chair over to hers while she was holding a death grip on him...
