I think I was about seven years old when we moved into "The Lane," as we called it. The houses in The Lane had only just been built but over our back fence were some houses that had been up for a couple of years.
Immediately behind our back fence lived a young couple who had only recently got married. My mother began to talk to the young wife over the fence, whose name she discovered was Tessa. Their relationship grew into a friendship, and I got to call Tessa "Aunt Tessa," even though she wasn't my aunt.
I thought Auntie Tessa was beautiful, and in my child-like way, I often told her so. She would smile and say, "And I think you're lovely too."
Over the years, our contact with Tessa and "Uncle Fred" blossomed, and we were always "popping" in and out of each other's houses. I was certainly a regular visitor at Aunt Tessa's. There was always some little treat awaiting me at Aunt Tessa' place, a piece of cake, some sweets, or something like that.
Some time towards the end of my last year in primary school Uncle Fred left Aunt Tessa and took up with an eighteen year old girl. I never saw him again, but Tessa stayed on in her house, alone.
My parents did what they could to ease her loneliness, and eventually Tessa overcame the depression she had suffered from after Fred first left, and began to go out, and with the passing of more time she seemed to really enjoy her life again.
There came a time when great media emphasis was focused on house "break-ins" and burglaries. Everyone got very anxious about this, and began to take extra precautions when they went out.
It was at this time that Tessa approached my mother to see if she would allow me to house sit when she went out in the evening. The presence of someone in the house was considered to be a good burglar deterrent. For this service, I would be paid a few dollars.
I was very eager to take up this task as I was at 18 when any addition to my allowance was welcome, and I could easily do my studying in Tessa's house. Mother made no objection to the arrangement, and so I began the task of house-sitting.
In terms of time, it amounted to a couple of nights a week and occasionally, a third night. What Tessa went out to I wasn't clear about, but she was still a relatively young woman – say in her early thirties, so I suppose she went out to enjoy whatever it is that young women enjoy.
One night while I was still working on an essay, Tessa arrived home a little earlier than usual. I started to get my things together to leave, but she said, "Stay a bit, Thorin, and have a talk."
As it was still early I agreed, and Tessa said something like, "I'll just go and slip on something more comfortable. Shan't be long."
She disappeared in the direction of the bedroom, so I sat down to wait for her. After a minute or so, I heard her calling my name, and asking me to come to the bedroom. Entering the bedroom, I saw Tessa standing, and apparently trying to undo the zip at the back of her dress.
"The zip has got stuck, Thorin, be a dear and see if you can undo it for me."
I wrestled with the zip for a few moments, and finally, in a rush, it came down.
Tessa seemed to give a shrug of her shoulders and the dress slid down her body to fall at her feet on the floor. She stood before me clad only in bra and panties.
I had been brought up in a household were such matters as sex and human bodies were never discussed. Certainly, I had never seen so much of a female body as I was seeing now, except the girls in bikinis at the beach, but the closeness of Tessa was somehow different.
I was very innocent and naïve at that time, never having had any sort of sexual relationship with a girl, although I had learned how to relieve my sexual tensions by masturbating. My best friend Jamie had told me about that when I was about fourteen.
Now, standing before a near nude Tessa and smelling what I later learned was her female aroma I was utterly confounded and embarrassed.
Tessa could no doubt see my unease, and she could also see the visible effect she was having on me, because my penis started to grow and stiffen. She gave a little laugh and said in a low, soothing sort of voice, "We've grown up to be quite a big boy haven't we? While you're here, undo the hooks at the back of my bra, will you."
She turned her back on me, and with shaking fingers, I struggled to undo the hooks. They came apart, and Tessa, who had been holding her hands over the well-filled cups, let go, and the bra joined the dress on the floor.
Tessa turned back to me and her breast were very close. She said in that soft alluring voice, "Yes, darling, you really are a big boy now, aren't you? I think Auntie had better find out what you're made of."
She pressed her body close to me and kissed me very softly on the lips. As she did this, her hands sought the belt at my waist and undid it so my trousers slipped down to join her dress and bra.
I was shaking all over and my mouth and throat had gone dry. I had no idea what to do, but finally, almost unable to breath, I managed to pant out, "Aunt, I've never done…I mean, I don't know…"
"I know, darling," she smiled. "I'll teach you. Just do as I say and I'll make you very happy."
She took off her panties, and I stood staring. I had seen pictures of female breasts, but I had never seen a picture of female genitals. I was transfixed by the sight of that triangle of pubic hair that partially hides the cleft beneath.
Tessa removed my shirt, then pulled herself against me. Her large soft breasts were against my chest, and I felt her lower abdomen rotating against me. "Nice, darling?" she asked.
