This is a revised version of Educating Charley, the original was written a little to hastily and was full of errors.
All characters are of legal age (over 18) and are fictional.
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The small shop I worked at closed at 22.30 and by the time I had completed all the end of day jobs I usually headed home at around 23.00. It was a job that sometimes could be boring as hell and other times it could be manic but it was never dull. After closing I always enjoyed the walk to my small flat, it gave me a chance to chill out and collect my thoughts.
One Wednesday night I had locked the shop and as I walked away someone called my name. Turning around I saw my 18 year old niece.
"Charley! What are you doing in town?"
No sooner had I asked the question than it became obvious, she was drunk, very drunk!
"I'm trying to get home" She slurred "can you please take me home."
"Come on then" I held my arm out to her "it's a great night to walk a young lady home."
She linked her arm through mine and we started to walk.
"You missed out beautiful!" She protested.
"Charley you know that goes without saying." I said lightly.
"I know Uncle Bruno, but it's nice to be told occasionally." She was really drunk!
"Charlotte Susan Rose, you are a very beautiful young woman, you always have been and you always will be."
I put my arm around her and pulled her close to my side, mostly to help guide her in the right direction and to keep her upright.
"And you missed sexy out!" She protested.
"Well purely from a visual point of view I'd happily say you are also very sexy."
"Thank you uncle Bruno." She attempted to kiss my cheek but missed and kissed my ear.
I knew that in the morning she would probably not remember what had been said. By now she had her head against my shoulder.
"Where is your boyfriend?" I looked at her "why isn't he walking you home?"
"Him, what a waste of my time he was!" We had left the small town centre by now and were walking along quiet streets flanked on one side by a large park "he called me frigid, can you believe that?"
"I can't comment on that really now can I?" I replied.
"Why not?" She looked up at me.
"For one I don't know how many times a week you guys made love or even what you did together."
"But he called me frigid!!" She protested.
"My dear there has to be some reason for his outrageous accusations and it's usually because he suggested you engage in an activity unbecoming a lady of your stature and you refused his request much to his dismay!" My mock posh accent made her giggle.
"He was frigid not me" she stopped walking and looked intently at me "how many different ways have you had sex, I mean positions?" She said in a lowered voice.
"Good question!" I replied.
"Can you name any?" She said.
"OK, missionary but everyone does that, reverse missionary, cow girl, doggy, standing, sitting, deep stick, scissors, iron chef...that's just off the top of my head. If I had time to think about it there are others."
"Shit!" She looked shocked "I've only know one of them! Any way all he wanted was for me to be on my back, a quick fumble, shove it in me then bang away till he came and that was it!"
"He never gave you an orgasm?" I was a little shocked.
"Nope not one, I had to finish myself off every single time!" She said.
"I don't know what to say to that Charley, other than that's way too much information for your uncle." I joked.
"Sorry but you are my favourite uncle and I bet you never did that to Aunty Pam?" We started walking again.
"I'm your only uncle! But your right I never did." I replied quietly, memories of my late wife flooded back.
"I need to pee!" She abruptly said.
"You'd better go over there in the park." I pointed towards some bushes and told her I would keep watch.
"No peeking now!" She said as she disappeared behind the bushes.
"I've seen it all before!" I replied jokingly.
"Oh no you haven't!" She said.
After a minute or so she reappeared pulling her clothes straight.
"I changed your nappies many times young lady."
"Oh my god!" She stopped dead in her tracks "that must make you the first man other than my dad to touch me down there!" She paused "that's so cool!"
"Really?" She nodded "I'm glad you think so."
"I do" she was at my side again "makes me feel all warm inside." She put her head against me again.
The rest of the walk to my sisters house was spent talking about her childhood and things my late wife and I did to amuse her as a child. Her mother, Helen was far from happy to see her so drunk.
"Thanks Bruno, I'm glad she found you. I have no idea why she's drinking so much."
Leaving out the sexual aspect I told her what Charley had told me about her splitting up with her boyfriend. We said goodbye and I walked home.
Perhaps I should tell you a little about myself. I'm 60 years old, but have been told that I look like I'm in my late 40's. I was widowed at 53 and I have been happy living alone since then. My late wife and I never had children so when my sister Helen gave birth to Charlotte we were overjoyed. When Charley was less than a year old Helen had a period of ill health and her husband Paul had asked my wife and I if we would look after Charley while he worked and Helen was in hospital and during her recuperation we of course said yes. When Helen was back to full health we missed Charlotte so much that we asked my sister if we could "Borrow" Charley once in a while. Thankfully Helen and Paul were more than happy for her to spend time with us. Now at 19 she was a typical teen, but without the rebel streak. She was no super model, standing around 5 foot 5 tall, round faced with the deepest blue eyes I had ever seen and long dark blond hair and carrying a little puppy fat.
The next morning I turned on my phone and there was a text from Charley.
"Thanks for getting me home I hope I behaved and didn't do anything naughty Cx."
I thought about my reply for a while and decided to see how drunk she had been.
"No problem. Do you remember what you asked? I have remembered more ways for you to try. Define naughty? Luv Bru."
I sent the text and thought nothing more of it. I then spent my day as normal and went to work at my usual time. During a quiet lull in the shop I checked my phone and I had received 4 messages all from Charley, I had stupidly left the phone on silent.
The first message read:
"Oh god what did I do and I cant remember what I asked you!"
Then the next message was.
"Were we talking about Alan?" Alan was her now ex boyfriend. This was followed by...
"I told you what he was like in bed & you told me about positions, is that right?"
And the latest one read.
"I don't remember all of the ways you said, a lot I think & you know more or are you making them up?"
I have expanded on her text speak so you can understand. As I sipped my coffee I thought how to reply.
"Lots more than I said last night, I will tell you sometime, will you do the same as last night to me again?. Bru x"
I thought that would be the end of it and put my phone down, it pinged almost instantly.
"Oh God what did I do and is that a promise?" Was all she sent.
"It's a promise, and I'll stop teasing, you did nothing naughty" I replied.
"Fantastic! Maybe I should have done something naughty Luv ya C."
Knowing Charley I wouldn't see her for weeks and the whole thing would be forgotten in a matter of days. The rest of my day was much like any other. My colleague left for home and I was on my own until close. The regulars came in, we chatted and it was soon time to go home. I locked up turned to go and there was Charley.
