The last thing Rick wanted to do was spend a weekend with his Aunt Rae. He was 18 and he believed it was his rite to be home alone during his parent's short get away. But his dad knew that Rick's poor judgment would get the better of him and something could go wrong. So off he went.
Friday after school his parents, packed and ready to go, picked him up from school and took him to Aunt Rae’s house. They dropped him at the front, gave him fond wishes and were off faster than lightning. Rick, with his bag around his shoulder, slowly strolled up the drive way.
It wasn’t that he didn’t like Rae, he did very much. She was in her late thirties and full of youthful enthusiasm. She had short Blonde hair, average but nice figure and loved to dress hip. She played Rolling Stone records all the time and let Rick watch rated R films with none the wiser. The only draw back was she usually had a boy friend that was annoying and he usually never cared for Rick being around. Also, at 18, Rick wanted to grow up and be on his own. His dumb friends had gotten dull and now the girls at school preoccupied his thoughts.
He couldn’t help but stare at a few of his favorite girls in Class and he loved the way they dressed. With their tall leather boots and mid riffs exposed he was experiencing feelings harder than ever before. Also, during school, his fondness for one of his teachers was growing and he didn’t know why. She wasn’t your typical underwear model but she would were the sauciest outfits. Knee high leather boots, leather skirts and once she wore black leather pants. He suspected she was asked not to wear them again. He could never concentrate in her class. Only on her and her outfits.
He walked up to Aunt Rae’s door and knocked. “C’mon in, Rick!” he heard. He walked in put his bag down and was prepared to meet the latest man of the month. Aunt. Rae, came down stairs and smiled. “Ricky, when did you start becoming and big Man?” She asked. Rick just shrugged. “Hi, Aunt Rae.” He monotoned. Rae wrinkled her brow and mimicked his under whelmed response and then added; “Hey, that’s it? Give me a hug.” She opened her arms and he walked towards her. It was then he noticed her outfit.
She wore a fitted cotton black knee length dress. It was meant for comfort but since it was fitted in accentuated her body and her round hips. Most of all she wore knee length brown boots with zipper’s on the inside and heels that made definitive sounds as they hit her hard wood floors. She looked good for an aunt. They embraced and he could smell her faint perfume. When they released she gave him her typical slight kiss. “It’s so good to see you.” She crooned. He wasn't buying it. “Who’s coming over tonight?” he asked. She gave him a look. “Well, aren’t we a pessimist.” He just sat down and smiled respectfully. “Believe it or not, Mr. Smarty, I have no guests tonight.” Rick picked him self up, “Cool lets rent some movies.” “Ok, Ricky but first we go to dinner. So if you want filthy movies tonight I need to at least get fed first.” Rick and Aunt Rae, headed out the door. He couldn’t help but think about the prospect of “filthy” movies.
He knew she was kidding but what if she wasn’t? They went to a local Bar for burgers and she had a beer. Rick started bugging his aunt for a beer too. He figured if she let him watch his movies why not a beer. “No, because your dad, my brother, will kill me.” “C’mon Aunt Rae, just one and I swear I won’t tell. I never had a beer.” “You’re a liar, Rick. You have so. You think your dad doesn’t know when you sneak a beer from the basement cooler?” Rick froze. Yes, he figured his dad didn’t know. He began to feel some panic and embarrassment.
Rae knew he had gotten worried by the look on his face. “Hey, don’t be so surprised. Your Dad was the same way, at your age, besides you seldom do it, so he doesn’t care too much.” Rick, felt better but he was still embarrassed. “What else does my Dad know bout me?” “Don’t worry about it. Your fine.” Rae, brushed it aside but Rick was embarrassed. Their burgers came and she ordered a another beer.
By the end of diner she polished off beer number three and when she stood up she laughed. “Rick, did you bring your permit?” Rick, found himself driving to the video store in Rae’s new SUV. “This is cool.” He said. “Yeah, except for the payments.” Rae smiled. “Look Rick, don’t tell your dad I told you that stuff about the beer. Ok?” Rick felt uneasy “Sure, Aunt Rae” “Tell you what Ricky, you can rent whatever you want tonight, Ok?” Rick was surprised but let out a; “Cool!” Just remember you have to watch it with me so don’t embarrass yourself.” Rick parked and went in the Video Shop, Rae stayed out in the SUV. He flirted with getting something overtly smutty but decided on silly Charlie’s Angels. When he climbed in Rae grabbed his choice and looked at him, “Ok, Ricky I hope it’s not a porno?”
As he drove she switched he position from sitting face forward to sitting with her back to her door. She put her feet up and on Rick’s lap. This wasn't unusual his Aunt Rae was always the touchy feely type. Rick glanced down at her boots, however. He noticed how worn in they were and how smooth they felt on his lap. The Brown leather felt soft on his legs, even through his pants. He suddenly felt excited.
Rae looked at his choice for the evening. “Oh, I’ve wanted to see this.” And she started talking about the TV show when she was younger. Rick tried listening but her leather feet kept sliding on his lap with every small bump in the road. “Boy, those women back then were considered so sexy. I wanted to be just like Ferra Faucet. She would have some revealing posters, Boy. She wore bathing suits but they were so tight and you could just see her nipples.” This conversation was now not helping.
The boots, combined with barley showing nipples was getting to Rick and he was growing. Like he would on the morning bus, totally uncontrollable. “I even had Ferra poster…” Rae continued “What does a guys like you have today. Besides your Penthouses.” Rae blushed and so did Rick. “Did my Dad tell you that?” Rick croaked. Rae sat quietly with embarrassment.
After a long pause she spoke up. “Ricky, I’m just a little tipsy and I’m just guessing.” She slid her leather boots off his lap and when she did she noticed a lump on his leg. She quickly looked forward and felt strange. Not only did she embarrass him but he had gotten hard him self. Rick also noticed. It certainly felt like the worst day of his life.