Grand Aunt Lilly, Lil', was mom's oldest aunt. She and her husband, Henry, lived on Long Island, New York.
It was lucky for me, as the business school I had to attend for two weeks in the City was only 40 minutes from their home and it saved me the cost of room and board. They were quite happy to have me stay with them, as I was one of their favorite grand nephews. Lil' was a great cook and Henry had great stories of Korea, though Lil' sometimes shook her head at me whenever she overheard her husband embellish the truth.
Their home, really an upstairs apartment, had a room overlooking the small street that was approximately 35 feet wide by 15 feet deep. Four large windows overlooked the street. The kitchen was at one end of this room and a makeshift living room at the other end.
In the middle of this room on the backside, was a room that comprised a makeshift bedroom. Imagine a T. A rather large bathroom sat on the other side of the living room wall. The entrance door actually entered into her bedroom. Rather nice arrangement for an elderly couple.
Their sofa, which did not convert into a bed, sat up against the back wall and I was given the choice of the sofa on the floor. I figured, at 22, I could endure anything for two weeks. I chose the old Naugahyde sofa.
They retired rather early in the evening and I found it a bit embarrassing to have to walk through their bedroom to get to the bathroom. The light coming through those large windows took a bit of getting used to, but after three days they were of little concern.
One evening, I woke at around 1:30 in the morning with a slight urge to pee. But, I heard Henry speaking in a rather loud voice.
"Lil', let me suck on your tit for a minute."
"Henry! For heaven sakes be quiet and stop your pestering or you'll wake Lenny." Lil' whispered.
"Dammit woman! I don't care if someone is here are not. I just want a taste of your tit for a minute or two." Henry replied, in a much lower voice.
"And like always, you'll want to stick your limp cock in me. And like always, you'll leave me wanting."
"I promise! Let me suck your tit for a few minutes and I'll get you off." Henry assured her. "We'll forget about my cock until Lenny leaves."
Things went rather quiet after that except for once or twice I heard Lil' whisper, "Henry, wake up!" and I heard, what one can only describe as, a quick intake of air, I suppose, when she came.
That evening before dark, I watched my Grand Aunt walk around her front garden. I studied the elderly woman in a much different light.
Lil' stood, I suppose, 5' 10" tall. Her gray silver hair was cut similar to that of Jamie Lee Curtis, who I saw in a recent commercial and on NCIS. She was, I would say a tomboyish type of woman. Wearing jeans, she seemed to be a big boned woman with a large ass, but her thighs did not seem all that thick, skinny almost. Her breast, overly large, seemed perky enough, though I think they had help from a good supporting bra. I guessed her age, doing some quick figuring in my head, to be late 70s or very early 80s. I did not know how early she had married are mothered my Nana. She seemed healthy enough for her age.
Henry on the other hand was a frail skinny guy. They seemed to match as a couple and I put his age in the mid-80s.
A week into my stay, Henry was admitted to the local veteran's hospital for a heart problem. He was short of breath and had a weak heart rhythm or something.
Lil' told me she spent the following days by his side in the hospital, leaving in time to prepare dinner for me. I was impressed by her loyalty and she seemed to be a bit depressed.
But try as I might, I could not forget the night I heard them arguing, sexually. I lay awake for two nights thinking of her in bed alone, just next door, so to speak. I found it fascinating that she still had, at her age, a sexual appetite.
Because she retired to bed so early, it was inevitable that I would have to go pee during the night. I noticed that her bedside lamp was on as I rolled from the sofa, heading towards the bathroom. I wore sweatpants and a T-shirt.
"You're still reading?" I queried, as I passed through her bedroom.
"I'm a bit restless tonight, I guess." She answered. "Am I keeping you a wake?"
"Not at all!" I assured her.
With just a moments thought, on exiting the bathroom;
"Aunt Lil'." I always dropped the "great". "That sofa is killing my back tonight! Do you mind if I stretch out on the bed next to you for a few minutes?"
"Not at all, sugar." She replied, patting the bed with her right hand, without looking up from the book.
I enter the bed from the bottom, and took a position on my back to her left. I lay there quietly on the quilt, with my arms up behind my head, staring at the ceiling. It was a big queen-size, puffy bed and extremely comfortable. I tried to keep my mind civil. I pondered how long I would remain beside her.
After about 40 minutes, I became aware of her closing the book.
"I'm sleepy now." She began. "Lenny, if you're comfortable there just stay put. I see no harm in you staying. It will have to be our secret, but it might make me a little more comfortable and I can sleep."
The two streetlights from the street did not light up the bedroom all that much. I don't know how long I had slept or what time it could possibly be when I awoke. I put my arms back up, supporting my head, and lay staring into the darkness.
"Lenny. Are you awake?" I heard Lil' whisper.
"Yes. Are you okay?" I asked.
"I'm fine. Just can't sleep." She whispered.
For long minutes, there was silence again.
"Do you have a girlfriend?" She asked, now in a normal voice.
"I do. I have been seeing her for about a year." I answered.
"Is it serious?"
"It could be, I suppose." I replied. "My job is taking up a lot of my time."
"I guess I could have phrased that a little bit better." She said. "I meant is she being good to you, taking care of your needs?"
"You mean sex!" I queried.
"If you don't think, I'm being too nosy?" She replied. "A man should have his needs met."
I was not aware of it really, until later, but it occurred to me how laying in the dark can seem surreal and a person, or persons, a man and woman might reveal their inner-selves, when they would not in the light of day.
"You must be thinking about Henry?" I asked.
"Henry. Why would you say that?" She queried.
"I thought you might be thinking you'd like to have him here sucking on your tit, rather than in the hospital?" I questioned.