Aunt Tillie
This is a fantasy based on actual events in my earlier years. There was an "Aunt Tillie" whom I lusted after, but since she was mom's best friend...
I disabled comments because of the grammar Nazis and naysayer. I am not a professional writer by any means.
This took place in an established old, very religious northern city which was extremely conservative. read: prudish.
Tillie, or Matilda was her birth name, was my mom's best friend all through high school. Both of them married a year or so after HS but remained close friends, as my mom had no sisters, so Tillie became a de-facto "Aunt" to me. She came to our home at least twice a week. Tillie wanted children and her husband, Hank, did not. So, the ensuing fights led to divorce after 18 years of marriage. There was no alimony for her, as Hank split the scene short after the divorce; however, she had a better paying job than he. Financially she was doing OK. At the time of this story, my mom and she were in their later thirties.
Tillie at this time, was 5-4, about 115#, and very well-toned, as she was on the girls' swim team in HS, and still swam at the "Y" three times a week. She said the physical activity kept her feeling young. She had a "B" cup, and her leg and hip muscles from swimming gave her some sleek sexy curves. However, she dressed "granny" style: long, baggy dresses and skirts, loose blouses, light brown hair usually up in a bun. Sort of like a 1920s stereotype of a secretary. IMHO, she was fending off men.
Myself. I was 5-7, a skinny 127#, and had really bad eyes from birth and wore "coke-bottle" glasses, read-- nerd. I was good in school and landed a scholarship to a local college. I was on the swim team in school, doing the "butterfly" stroke, and held my own at the meets. For those who are not swimmers, that stroke is very hard to do without "breaking stride" and be disqualified. However, the swimming aspect helped in school, as it helped me get the scholarship.
My parents. Mon was 5'2, with extra pounds, but had C cup tits, with quite a droop. She was a real prude. On time she opened the door to my bedroom to wake me, and the sheet was off me exposing my morning wood. She asked me if I needed to go pee? Yeah, right! She was a control freak as in O C D. Had to be in charge or she went ballistic.
Dad was 5-6 and was fat, however, he drove a delivery truck and unloaded it himself. I saw him pick up a 55 gal drum full of kerosene and place it in the truck bed. That's 300+#. He had a gross and sometimes vulgar, sense of humor which got worse after he had a few drinks.
They both had friends from their younger days, and that they played cards at someone's home every Friday night. Dad and mom each had their own group; however, since all of them were raised in the same neighborhood, they knew each other. The night starting this story, it was Tillie's birthday, so ALL their fiends were at our home, and I was asked to stay. Usually whenever they played cards at our house, I got the car keys and went somewhere with my friends, for my mental health
So mixed drinks were poured and all had a few. I stayed with beer for the time being, knowing that after a few, Dad usually got a bit gross, and everyone had a big laugh. Remember, this group was otherwise very conservative that way.
Dad went to an "adult store" (out of town) and bought some very sexy bikini underwear for Tillie. (I told you about his sense of humor). She opened the package and immediately turned bright red. Everyone else sat there with their mouth open in disgust. Then dad said "Well, Tillie, I would guess it has been a while for you. Remember, getting a man is like fishing. It's all in the bait presentation." Everyone, including me laughed.
As the night went on, more and more booze went down. The discussion now centered on the "lonely" divorcee. Dad said "Seriously, I know you do not trust men after Hank, but why don't you find some guy and get laid?" More open mouth blank stares.
She said "I don't trust men. I am happy with the way I live. Besides, I don't think I could make myself pick up a man for a one-niter."
Dad then said, "My son is a virgin (I was 18) and you could teach him whatever way you like it."
My turn to hide, with a really red face. After the laugh died down, I went to my room and went to sleep.
Next morning, Saturday, Dad got called into work. It was about 10 AM when I went to the kitchen. Mom was making breakfast and she said "I am very sorry that dad said that about you. He had no right, and when he gets home, I will make him apologize."
"Let's let it die here and now. I don't want him to keep bringing it up. Besides, I will have sex when I find the right girl and get married." This seemed to calm her down, as that's the way it way it was done when they were young.
The phone rang. Mom answered it and after hanging up, she said "Tillie was so upset at what dad said, she left her car headlights on all night and needs some help getting it running. Here are the keys to ours. Get your tools and there are jumpers in the trunk."
I went there and she met me at the door and said to come in for a moment. She then said "I realized that you were more embarrassed by your dad's drunken mouth than I was. Are you really a virgin?" I knotted yes. She said "why?"
"The cool girls at school are attracted to the jocks, like the football players. Both the girls and the guys have the IQ of a box of rocks. The girls on my level of intelligence aren't exactly what guys have wet dreams about, if you get my drift. Besides, for purpose of illustration, let's just say I got some from a girl. Do you really think I would tell my mom or especially my dad?"
She said "I see your point and understand. Just imagine what you dad would say, even without the booze. (We both groaned) If I were a bit younger, I would be very interested in you, sexually. You are good looking, although a bit skinny, very smart, and seen to tolerate your parents well." We both laughed.
I said "You have the body that many 18 yr old girls would kill for. (I went with her to the Y and we swam together a few times.) I would take you up on it, if there was an offer made that way." She kissed me on the cheek and said, "Let's fix my car."
The battery was 4 years old and did not respond to being charged. I said "Let's go get a new one and I will put it in."
We got a new battery and the car started up right away. She said "come inside. She got out some money to give to me, but I declined it. I said "I need to talk to someone about a problem I have and it's something I can't discuss with my parents. Its about sex. Can you imagine talking about sex to my prude mother or mega-mouth dad? Can I discuss my problem with you, if you are good with this? There's is really nobody else I can go to."
She takes my hand and leads me to her couch, and she sat on a chair facing me at arm's length. She said, "go ahead."
"You know I am good at almost anything I try: school, technical stuff, swimming. That said, one of the "brainy" girls who is just average looking got a bit frisky with me and said something about us getting it on. I guess us nerds are attracted to each other. But being I was not "experienced" I declined because I did not want to embarrass myself, and more so, have that spread around to everyone at school. Get my drift? Do you have any idea of where I can learn about this? I do not want to "get laid" as my friends put it, you know 10 minutes, zip up and go home. I want to learn how to really please a woman and have her WANT to come back for more. I think if I can make them enjoy it, I will enjoy it more.
Being a normally horny 18 yr old, I got semi hard when I was talking, and saw her eyes notice the bulge in my pants. This made me harder.
She took a deep breath and said "I wasn't ready for that. Let me get a drink and come back. Want a beer?" I knotted yes.