Milo knocks on the door to Augustine's Townhouse. Augustine was Juliann's best friend before she passed away two years ago. Juliann was Milo's mother and his closest person. Milo has always been different, he has always been very shy and not really interested in social activities with peers his age. Before the accident that took his mother's life, he would spend his time with his mother, a book, or a computer. Juliann was a kind and caring mother, she protected him when his father left them when he was six years old after he was diagnosed with Asperger's Syndrome, she homeschooled him when he was being bullied at school, and she attempted to shelter him from all the negativity of the world.
Now that she is gone all he has is Augustine, his mother's best friend of 30 years. Augustine stepped into his mother's role after the funeral, she has been there for him his whole life. The few times Milo and Juliann did not see eye-to-eye, he was able to confide in Augustine. Now at 20 years old, Milo's only friend was a 46-year-old woman. Milo was at Augustine's house because it was their daily meeting. Every day Augustine and Milo would meet for a meal and some sort of activity. Tonight was movie night, Milo looked forward to his daily meeting with Augustine, it was his only reason to leave his house.
However, tonight was exceptionally special, they were going to have a sleepover while they watched the entire Harry Potter film series, to celebrate Harry Potter Day. Milo was really into science fiction and fantasy movies, books, and video games, surprisingly so was Augustine. Well, Augustine was into the films and books, not so much on the technology portion. Milo knocked again, louder this time. 'I need to convince her to install a video doorbell so she can see and hear when someone is at the door.' Milo thought as he waited with his overnight bag on his shoulder. Eventually, Augustine came to the door in her Ravenclaw-themed pajamas.
"Oh, Milo! You are right on time as always. Sorry to have you waiting, come on in." she said as she gestured toward her foyer. Milo entered and placed his bag in the den. Augustine always had his favorites ready for him when he came over, he ate the same foods on different days of the week. Today was Saturday so it was nachos with spicy jalapeno cheese. He washed his hands in the kitchen sink and grabbed his favorite bowl of nachos and a cup of strawberry milk. Augustine was right behind him with her bowl of cheese and caramel popcorn and a glass of Moscato. They sat down on the reclining sofa in the den, snuggled under the blankets that matched their house colors. Blue and tan for her and green and gray for him, Augustine knitted them herself of course.
Part of the way through Prisoner of Azkaban, they paused the movie to take their bowls and glasses into the kitchen.
"I think it is nice that you come over every day to spend time with an old lady like myself." Augustine said as she began rinsing the dishes.
"You are my only friend and friendship has no age limit. Does it?" Milo asked, looking at the floor, bashfully.
"Only? Milo you don't know anyone your age to spend time with?" She asked as she began to wash the dishes in the sink.
Milo began rocking back and forth on his heels and he did not raise his head. A quiet, "... no" escaped his lips after a pause.
'I only had my mother before and now I only have Augustine.' Milo thought as he rocked.
Augustine noticed the silence and turned her head to see him stimming. 'Oh no, I have made him uncomfortable.' she thought as she wiped her hands on the towel and placed it back on the edge of the sink. She slowly moved towards Milo with her arms spread wide, giving him the opportunity to deny the hug. Surprisingly, Milo did not back away from her. Augustine enveloped him in a warm motherly hug.
Initially, Milo became rigid then he relaxed and stopped rocking. For the first time, he began to feel strange as she hugged him. Augustine was 5' 10" to his 5'2" so his head was nuzzled in between her breast. 'Oh no this is not supposed to happen. Not now!' he thought as he could feel his private area began to awaken. Although he was socially awkward and didn't get out much, he was very savvy with technology and the internet. With the internet and a curious mind, it is not difficult to "stumble" upon porn. Usually, when his special area needed attention he was home alone and could satisfy himself with his alien fleshlight and some tentacle hentai. But, he never thought of Augustine in that way before. She wasn't unappealing to the eyes, with her ginger curly hair that fell to her waist, her doe amber eyes, her lightly freckled oval face with fair skin, her perky c-cup breast, and modelesque physique thanks to yoga and pilates. Milo never thought of her in that light, until now. Embarrassed, he pulled away and quickly walked back to the den.
