Aunt Jenny 2

Aunt Jenny

Author's note: this is the third story in the 'Good neighborhood' series. I hope you all enjoyed the first two.

It goes back to the time when I had just turned eighteen. It was March. I had celebrated my 18

th

birthday only a few days back and now the specter of final exams was hovering over us.

I was at my home alone. My father leaves for his grocery shop early in the morning and my mom leaves for her school at 8.30.

Every day at quarter to nine on the dot I would hear our neighbor aunt Babita's

Honda active start and at 9.00 Varun her son, my neighbor, my classmate and

My best friend will be at my door with his stack of books wedged under his armpits.

This was the routine which we had started following recently, since the first of March to be accurate. The final semester had come to an end and we had started preparing for the final exams in earnest.

We had been raised together since childhood just like brothers. Varun's father died in an accident when Varun was just a toddler. And my parents had always been a little extra solicitous about aunt Babita's and Varun's welfare.

Though we two were very close there was hardly anything common between us except that we both were among the top five in the class as far as studies were concerned. And we were hell bent to stay there.

I was tall slim and strong with broad shoulders and muscular Sinewy body. I regularly worked out at the local gym and play as an opener for the school cricket team and also was the only leg spinner available.

Varun was the exact opposite. He was not as tall as me though we couldn't call him short also and his body was also somewhat plump. No, you can't call him obese. He was the perfect example of a couch potato. The only game he liked to play was 'Candy crush Soda saga'. His feminine cheeks were a little soft and plump.

Moreover, While I was an outgoing person and very much liked all around. He was not very social and people knew him only as my sidekick. But he had no problems with that.

Every day we studied till lunch time. We took lunch at one of clock and then took coffee or tea before he left for his home at one thirty to be there before his mother returns from her job at 2.00 pm. We hoped to make good progress studying together.

#

It all went very well for the first few of days but then our concentration started waning and we were feeling a little tired, a little bored. Then on tenth of the month, if I remember correctly, the things started going awry. We had finished just third chapter of our lengthy physics syllabus when he started giving me sidelong glances. I also looked at him furtively a few times but both of us kept up the pretence of being drowned in our textbooks.

"I think it is very hot today." Varun opened his mouth at last, his patience crumbling.

"Hot! I don't think so. The air from the window is quite cool."

"I don't know but I can't concentrate."

"That is a different matter. Even I feel a bit tired. Physics is such a tedious subject. Let's close the books and have a cup of coffee and some snacks. I will then start with the practical assignments. Drawing diagrams is not all that boring."

So we went to the kitchen and prepared two big mugs of coffee and took out a packet of Britannia milk cake. We took the tray with coffee and snack to my room and soon were chattering about the only thing all eighteen year old boys are mainly interested in - Girls. We discussed the anatomy of few of our female classmates, paying attention mainly to the parts of their physique we were most interested in. (Though Biology is not the subject students preparing for engineering are supposed to learn) Soon we both were having big hard-ons in our pants.

We took up our books as soon as the coffee was finished but our minds were definitely elsewhere. I, sitting on the divan with a pillow supporting my back against the wall, hid the bulge in my pants with my books and surreptitiously rubbed my dick. I was sure Varun sitting behind my desk was doing the same or some variation of it.

I gave him a searching glance.

"Sushma is a little, you know, healthy-like but otherwise she is got a good figure. All the curves at the right place and her face, she got pleasant looks, easy on the eyes." He said.

"Yeah! You two will look good together." I said jokingly.

"You don't like her?" He said dejectedly.

"When did I say that?" I countered.

By this time I could make out the up and down motion of his arm easily.

"Are you masturbating?"I asked him a little ill at ease.

"What is wrong with that?" He replied showing his astonishment

I got up quickly from my seat on the divan and hurried out of the room to lock the outside door. When I came back he had turned on his seat, his hand was moving up and down rhythmically though still hidden behind my massive desk

I didn't know what to say. I myself like to masturbate. But there is time for everything and frankly I could never have dreamt of doing it in front of somebody. And I had never thought of myself watching helplessly while somebody did it in front of me. And now my best friend was doing it in front of me.

And he was doing it shamelessly, jerking his cock with his head thrown back and his eyes half shut.

"You don't masturbate!" He asked me in a croaky voice.

"I do sometimes." I replied honestly. And I had a keen urge to take out my cock and do it in front of him. May be it was my machismo stirring inside me.

But two things came into my way of doing so. Firstly I had lost my erection in all this frantic activity and secondly there was still an iota of hesitation, an inner struggle between the right and wrong.

Meanwhile he was nearing his climax.

"After the last class, I stayed back she was also in the classroom collecting her things. I proffered my hand when we said good bye she gave me her hand shyly. I took her in my embrace. I hugged her for long. Her boobs were stuck to my chest. They were hard and her nipples were hard too. I could feel them on my chest. I rubbed my cock on her thigh. Our faces were close. She smelled very good." He kept on blabbering while his arm worked faster and faster. He got up and came out from behind the desk his pants and boxers fell down on his ankles and he arched his body backwards.

"Oh Boy! Her lovely lips and her perky young boobs!" He groaned loudly.

Then suddenly he went quiet breathing heavily he shot out a big load covering his cook with his other hand so as not to spill anything on the carpet below.

He didn't say anything for a long time. His groans filled my small room as he kept moving his hands up and down until the aftershocks of his climax subsided.

"You mean to say you kissed her on the lips?" I asked envy creeping into my voice.

"No man, too risky in an open classroom." But I am going to. She promised that she will keep in touch.

"So who is the Goddess of your fantasies?" He asked after he had stopped hyperventilating and had cleaned his hands and crotch with his kerchief.

His question hit a string inside me. "A Goddess! At least he had used the right metaphor. Immediately the rosy lips of my crush floated in front of my eyes and my fantasy took flight.

He went to wash his hands in the bath room.

By the time he came back I was in another world, holding the love of my life in my arms, my lips lightly nibbling her soft full lips. I don't even remember when I sat down on the edge of the divan and put my hand inside my pants.

"Are you feeling shy? Take it out." He said and proceeded to undo my fly. I jerked his hand away. I didn't want any intrusions. But I got up to take off my pants and boxers I let them fall on the floor and come out of them. My hard and full mast cock swayed in the air.

Actually I had never told anybody that I masturbated or that I watched porno clips; not even Varun. It was a new experience, masturbating while somebody watched me doing so. It was giving me an extra thrill.

But what amazed me most was Varun's behavior. He looked much excited looking down at my cock. I was still shaking it with slow long thrusts. He came and kneeled in front of me, his eyes fixed on my dick.

"Let me do it." He said caressing my balls. It made me stop immediately.

Did I hear him

correctly

?

But the tips of his fingers feeling my scrotum were proof enough.

"You want to give me a hand job?" I asked him astonished by his offer.

But he had already wrapped his fingers around the girth of my cock. I slumped back on the divan to be more comfortable and opened my legs wider. He also moved closer. He started jerking me slowly.

My brain was totally addled by this sudden turn of events and by the speed at which they were happening; The total unexpectedness of them. I just kept looking at the ceiling above and let him jerk my cock.

My God! Yours is much bigger than mine and looked at its girth." He purred with excitement.

But the pleasure I was getting was real. there was no denying it and soon I was relaxing, enjoying the new experience and asked Varun to move his hand faster. My dick twitched and a few drops of pre-cum leaked out. I was immediately apprehensive may be I have discharged my load without any orgasm. I lifted myself on my elbows to look at what was going on.

I saw him totally engrossed in what he was doing. He used the pre-cum as lubrication spreading it around the soft skin of my cock's head with his index finger. I clenched my teeth. His hand kept moving rhythmically up and down with his eyes glued to my long shaft while his other hand jiggled my balls. I closed my eyes and thought again about my long time crush, about the woman whom I was now getting ready to slowly kiss, caress and undress inch by inch in my imagination - Varun's mom.

Aunt Babita is in my arms. I fiddle with the small hooks at the back of her blouse whilst she kisses me softly then I reciprocate the same way showering her with soft kisses all over her face and neck.. My hands slide down to her shoulders and her blouse slides down with them down the shoulders. Her size thirty eight breasts come into view ready to spring out of her soft lacey bra. I squeeze one of them. She moans with pleasure.

I groaned loudly. I felt something stir in my tubes. Varun also must have felt it. He increased his tempo. I found myself about to explode. My groans grew louder. Varun skillfully increased his speed further. His hot breath blew against my thighs and balls. He brought me to an orgasm like the one I had never had before. A load spattered his face. But he was happy he cleaned his face, my dick and crotch and his hands in the given sequence. He cleaned his hand and my rod with his kerchief he had used earlier to clean his hand. I was feeling greatly relaxed and exhilarated and he was nearly euphoric.

He again went to the attached bathroom clean his hands and I got up to put on my pants and boxers.

"God! Do I feel relaxed? You were great Varun?" I blurted when he came back.

You are an expert.

I was going to say but I checked myself in time. Was he gay? Is he doing the same to others boys also? They questions struck one after the other. I doubted it. We were together from dawn to dusk. But as he had said a few minutes ago he had succeeded in cuddling that blubbo behind my back.

He came back and put a hand on my shoulder

"It was great, wasn't it?" He exclaimed.

"You liked it? It will be good if we did it once or twice a week. He said. "It relieves the stress and tension inside faster than anything else." He added quickly. I was only too eager to agree with him.

#

But instead of once or twice a week it got included in over curriculum as a daily practice. The next day he came dressed in his Bermudas and T shirt only. So I also changed into same.

In a couple of days he had progressed from giving a hand job to kissing my dick occasionally and rubbing it on his cheeks when he felt like. He even let me play and slap his ass and tease his ass hole.

"I have always wanted to hold it. I like it." He confessed on the very second day holding my dick in his hand and caressing it and planting a gentle kiss on the tip of it.

"But you saw it only yesterday." I said.

"Yeah, true, but I have felt it many times, when it rubbed against me by chance. I could feel that it was longer and thicker than mine. My dick is not as long as yours."

"But that hardly matters. Nothing depends on it. It may be a little smaller than mine but otherwise it is alright. It is simply because I am taller than you." I explained it to him fearing that he may be having some misconception and feeling bad.

"I know but still I always wanted to hold yours in my hands and feel it. I like when you hug me tightly, your muscular body squashing mine."

"Varun, have you done it before?" I asked hesitantly.

"What do you mean?" He asked a little upset.

"With someone else, I mean."

He was really distressed now. I could read it on his face.

I took him in a tight hug before he could say something. I kissed him on both his cheeks. I should have gone for his lips but the mistake got corrected as our lips instinctively found each other and we were savoring first wet kiss of our life. I nibbling his soft virgin lips. His hand moved down to open my zipper and entered my boxers. My thigh felt his small hard dick sticking to it. I took one of his ass cheeks in grip and brushed my thigh hard on his dick. I felt a tremor run throw his body.

"You will make me cum." He said with some concern. "Let me first do you."

My hard rocky pole was now under his tender care. He slid down to his knees and lowered my Bermudas and boxers. As his hands started moving up and down my long shaft the wave of sensual pleasure started flowing through my whole body. I tried to think what kind of love affair could bloom between the two of us but in vain, my thoughts reverted to his voluptuous mom: Aunt Babita.

#

It was Monday again start of third week of our preparations for the exam. We had not lagged behind because of our activities on the side. Mom had just left for school. 8.30 am. And I was waiting eagerly for him, I don't know what I shall call him now, friend or Lover?

Only we knew how we ticked away the weekend, longing for the slightest contact. Both the moms were at home. So there was no chance for any intimate moments. For full two days we behaved like good boys: Helped our mothers with the domestic chores, learned our lessons and went to the market and park to stroll with the purpose of getting some exercise. I went to the gym and pumped some iron.

We needed something to keep us busy to block the thoughts which, though otherwise pleasant, were making our lives miserable. I didn't know that in just a few days we could become so infatuated with each other that. To tell the truth I even forgot to think about my heart throb - His mom Babita. I missed my routine Saturday jerking session and went to sleep thinking about him, about how the things may progress between us.

Now I wanted to put some of my ideas from those nocturnal conceptions in practice. First thing was to meet him at the doorsteps and add to platonic hug we usually gave each other every day add a Kiss, a lip kiss as I locked the door behind him. Locking the door was a very vital thing, never to be forgotten. We could let the kiss linger on while I fondled him. I didn't have any experience of feminine lips but his also seemed good, too good actually, They were soft, quite nibble able and hurt when I bit them lightly. I felt the butterflies in my stomach. And his mouth didn't smell as foul as I had presumed. I had noticed that he has started chewing those Wrigglies one after the other.

He liked me caressing his baby like bottom. We need some sweet words with that. I couldn't call him sweet heart or baby. There must be some words for male lovers. Then I could lead him to my room with my arm around his waist. He too will be hungry for some luscious fleshy moments together. I could ask him to take his clothes off when we are in my room. Till date I had not seen him totally naked.

That will be the right moment to take of my own Bermudas and offer him my hard throbbing cock. He will be eager to feel it in his hands and kiss it. Then I will ask him if he wanted to suck it.

If he agrees, it will open the way for a wide range of pleasurable activities in future.

Or I could take him straight to the shower once he is out of his clothes. We could take bath together and I could rub my prick on his back and ass His reaction will give me some measure of how far he is planning or willing to go. Maybe he will allow me to get inside him or maybe he is himself eager to take me in.

I found myself holding my cock over my Bermudas. It twitched in my fist, I had deliberately refrained from wearing anything under them, I tried to push these thoughts away. If I keep thinking along these lines I will wet my Bermudas even before he is at the doorsteps. I looked at the wall clock only 8.33. Just three minutes had passed and it seemed to me as if an hour has passed.

I aimlessly made a round of the living room and went to the kitchen just looking for something to do, anything except thinking about Varun and his lips.

#

Knock! Knock!

Who can be at the door so early in the day? I was a bit puzzled.

It can't be Varun. It was early and he never knocked He knew the door will be unlocked.

Bullshit! It can't be him. I had not yet heard the sound of aunt babita's Activa starting. I looked at the clock again 8 35am.

Hell's Bells! I will go mad. My Euphoria evaporated fast. Our heavy date was on the point of being postponed.

But before I could have another thought the cause of the intrusion materialized before me in person, in the form of our opposite door neighbor Aunt Jenny clad in a satin bright flowery house coat snuggly wrapped around her slim waist with a silken sash of the same material tied tightly to keep it there.

My face brightened with relief. For one, Aunt Jenny was not going to stay for long. So there was no danger to my plans getting postponed and as an inference there was no cause for worry.

Secondly, I liked her very much. The family had shifted here only a couple of years back. She lived with her son, Daughter in law and the toddler grandson. Nothing was ever said or heard about her husband. She was in her mid forties (guessing from her son and daughter in law's age.) She didn't look a bit older than thirty five.

Our families are not close. Frankly speaking, families these days don't have enough time to get to know each other at closer quarters. But whenever I meet her on the street she has always something pleasant to say in her honeyed voice. And she is always dressed in neat simple clothes immaculately, but not sans a bit of sex appeal. It maybe a blouse which hugs her body tightly or a sari worn low around waist to reveal that shapely sexy belly button.

"Hello!" I said from the threshold of the kitchen door where I had been standing transfixed and dejected. An ear to ear smile spread on my face, not a put-up one. It was very genuine.

"Hello!" She said walking towards me as if on a cat-walk. Her one hand went into the front pocket of her house coat. Not hers must be her daughter in laws. She never wears such bright clothes and I have never ever seen her in a house coat before.

A hint of skepticism crept into my mind.

And what is she hiding in her pocket?

But no doubt she was looking much younger in her borrowed house coat and a lot more sexy too. With her 38 C boobs bulging above that waist band.

"Is she wearing a bra?" The question pinged in my upper storey instantly.