Date: Sat, 10 Dec 2011 03:20:44 +0000 From: william michael Subject: Aunt Natalie, part 4 The usual caveats apply. A throbbing ache in his hands woke Allen early on Sunday morning. He was also aware of the warmth of being enfolded in the spooning embrace of Aunt Natalie, her large bare tits pressed against his bare back. He struggled with the idea of staying in bed or getting up and doing something about his hands. A sharp stab that was the result of him flexing his hands convinced him to get up. Gently he unfolded his aunt's arms from around him and carefully slid out from under the covers. Aunt Nats barely moved. He pulled on a robe and walked into the kitchen. He pulled two ice packs from the freezer and sat at the table, holding the packs loosely in his hands. After fifteen minutes his hands had numbed enough that he went into the bathroom and cleaned up and then got dressed. This activity was enough to get the ache started up again so he swapped out the packs and sat there again for awhile. He heard footsteps behind him and then a pair of arms wrapped around his neck. "Good morning, my dear. Are your hands bothering you that much?" Aunt Nats asked him. "Sort of. They woke me up this morning." "Oh, sweetheart, I'm so sorry. We have to figure out some way to keep you from abusing your poor hands," she said. "I know. I was thinking about it while I was sitting here. I haven't figured out how to keep the music from taking hold of me the way it does," he replied. "Well, you just sit there and I'll make you some breakfast." He was half way through the cereal, fruit and bacon when there was a knock on the slider. Aunt Nats went and let Maggie in. She hurried in and hugged him from behind, kissing him several times on the cheek, then sat down next to him. "How are you feeling this morning, sweetheart?" "Okay, thanks," he said with a smile, "a little sore." "Maggie, my dear, our musical hero is putting up a brave front. His hands were sore enough that they woke him up this morning," Aunt Natalie volunteered. Maggie squinted at Allen over her glasses and said, "We're together a week and you're lying to me already?" "I'm not lying. I'm just not whining about it. Yes, they are sore, yes, they woke me up. I'm sure I'll feel better soon enough," he replied. Maggie didn't seem too convinced but her attitude softened. "Do you have anything you need to do today?" she asked. "I kind of need to finish my math camp stuff. I have to complete a final exercise and finish up an essay. I have a draft done but I have to finish it." "How can you use your laptop with your hands like that?" she asked. "Carefully," he said with a small smile. "Nonsense," she replied with that almost harsh tone he recalled from their first meeting, "you talk, I'll type." He looked like he was going to object but he chose not to. This could prove interesting. He finished his breakfast, and then went with Maggie to his room to get his laptop. He went back to the kitchen to swap out fresh ice packs and then outside where Maggie waited with his laptop. They sat together at the table, chairs pulled side by side, heads close together. It didn't take all that long. The exercise was a bit tricky and Allen had to stop Maggie from trying to help him with it. "I appreciate your wanting to help me, Maggie, but I have to do the work myself if it's to mean anything." The essay was a short recounting of how and why Sir Issac Newton developed the Calculus and the subsequent fight to establish who did it first. Maggie actually found it to be interesting, especially the references to the quirkiness of the brilliant man. When everything was done to his satisfaction, Allen had Maggie send it off. With his work complete he relaxed a bit. "I'm glad that's done. I don't usually have any problems but it always nags at me until it's finished," he said. Maggie smiled a bit and then leaned in and gave him a soft kiss. When she leaned back she said, "I should have done that earlier but we kinda got off on the wrong foot. I shouldn't have accused you of lying. I guess I'm still kinda new to this." "That makes two of us. My mom never really wanted to hear about aches and pains unless they were really bad, so I suppose it's a habit now." Maggie scowled a bit and then shook her head and went back to kissing him some more. When they finished she said, "Would you like to go for a walk, or something?" "Maybe a little later. I was just thinking of relaxing for a bit, if you don't mind." he replied. "I like that idea in fact. Come here," she said, standing up and taking hold of his wrist, guided him over to a chaise lounge with thick cushions. She sat down with her legs off the sides of the lounge and patted the cushion in front of her. Allen maneuvered himself down and sat between her legs. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him back to rest against her torso. She rested her cheek on the top of his head and gave him a squeeze. "Hmm, this is nice. You hardly ever see anything in those books about two people just sitting and holding on to each other. I hope we have a chance to do this a lot." "Now that we have months and not days ahead of us, I think that would be a great idea," Allen replied as he sort of snuggled back into her. "Although, the two weeks of camp are gonna suck now." "What do you mean?" "Well, before, it was more like a place to go to get away from what went on at home. Plus I was mostly around kids like me so I didn't have to worry about all the usual nerd crap I caught from the kids at school. Now, it will be two weeks away from you and Aunt Nats. That's gonna suck." "I agree. But at least you'll have us to come home to and then months to be with," she said, squeezing him harder and kissing the side of his face, then letting a hand slide down to run over the front of his pants. He turned his head and they managed to get their lips together and they kissed, she rubbing his growing cock through his pants, he rubbing her legs with the backs of his hands. They were interrupted by Aunt Nats who stuck her head out the door and said, "Darlings, I have to go to the store. You'll be alright by yourselves for a while?" "Oh, sure, Aunt Nats," Allen replied. His aunt gave him a warm smile, suggestive of nothing. He could hear Maggie laugh just a bit behind him. When they heard the car pull out of the driveway, she lowered her mouth to his ear and said, "Why don't we go inside to your room? You need to relax more and I need my morning protein supplement." He smiled at her and said, "Are you sure? These aren't going to be of much help, you know," he concluded, by holding up his hands. "Not to worry, sweetheart. Just leave everything to me." With a little assist from behind he pushed himself up off the chaise lounge and waited for Maggie to do likewise. Then she took hold of his arm and they walked into the house and to his bedroom. She closed the door behind them and then said, "Like I said, leave everything to me." She took hold of his shirt and carefully pulled it over his head and then eased it over his hands. Then she hooked her fingers into his elastic waistband and slid them down to the floor. His cock was already semi rigid and she wrapped her long fingers around it and stroked it gently. She leaned down and began kissing him with soft wet urgent lips. After a while of this she pulled away and said, "Lay back on your bed, sweetheart. Just relax. Don't touch anything." He did as he was directed, his hard cock laying against his stomach, his hands on the bed. Maggie pulled the barrettes out of her hair and let it fall, only her glasses keeping it from covering her face. Then she began to slowly unbutton the light cotton blouse she wore. There was no bra underneath and her nipples were already hard. She undid the button and zipper to the short shorts she wore and she pushed them down her legs, stepping out of them. Today her panties were satiny looking with only a very thin connection between the front and rear panels. She climbed onto the bed and crawled up until she was straddling his hips. She began to lightly kiss and lick his nipples and smooth chest. After a time she moved up to let her lips work on his throat and the sides of his neck. Finally, she began to kiss his lips as she settled her cloth covered pussy onto his hard cock shaft and began to rub herself against him. Once, he tried to bring his hands up to touch her but she raised her head and shook it from side to side before resuming the kiss. After a time she crawled back down and kissed her way from his throat to his belly and then along the rock hard shaft of his young hard cock. She licked and kissed as her hands stroked his upper thighs and lower torso. All of her movements were slow and thorough. There was nothing hurried about this. Allen's eyes were closed and his breathing was deep and slow. He did gasp a bit as her lips slid over the head of his cock and began to slowly work up and down the shaft. She let a long fingered hand cup his smooth balls, the sack resting on her palm, her index finger and thumb circling around the base of his cock. She then began a long slow steady sucking, lifting a long leg over his so she could begin rubbing her cloth covered pussy on it. She would take his cock completely into her mouth, let her nose rest on his belly and then she would slowly glide all the way up until her lips were locked just behind the head and she would run her tongue over it and then work her way down again. It wasn't long before Allen's breathing became more labored as her lips and hand were sending all kinds of wonderful sensations through him. At one point she let his cock pop from her mouth, but she kept her hand on his balls. She knelt upright and put her hand down the front of her panties and worked her clit rapidly until her body shuddered. She kept her eyes on him the whole time and his cock began to twitch in her hand. She crouched back down and swallowed his cock and after only a few more slow transits up and down his hips bucked and he shot his first load of the day into her mouth and she gulped at it greedily. As before some of it got past her lips but she was getting better and she had less to lick up off of his stomach and balls. When she was done she knelt upright again and smiled softly at him. She slid off the bed and stood up, slipped her panties off and used them to lightly rub his cock before dropping them on her clothes pile. Then without a word she hurried out of the room only to return a short time later with two ice packs and a small pillow. She placed the pillow on his stomach, then the ice packs and then she placed his hands on the them. She settled down by his side and with a little shuffling had her arms around his upper body and one leg over the top of his. She kissed his forehead several times before settling back. "So, feeling more relaxed?" she purred. "Oh, yes. Things were quite tense there for a while but now I feel quite relaxed and relieved," he replied, rubbing his head against hers. They lay there quietly like that for a while and then Allen said, "Do you mind if I make an observation?" "Observation? That sounds very scientific, but go ahead." "Well, it's just that over the last few days, you've been very gentle, you know, soft and affectionate. Which I love by the way but it seems so different then how you were when we first met," he said. He felt her squeeze him, kiss his head again and settle in tighter. The she spoke in a soft voice above his head. "The part you saw first has more to do with the last few years. Between the height, the skinniness, the glasses and the smarts, I had my share of crap, as you put it, to deal with. Your reaction seemed to be to become shy. Me, I went the other way and became more sharp, acerbic. I like that word, acerbic. Anyway, I didn't particularly like it that way, but it seemed to cut down on what I was dealing with. What you saw the last few days is what I always wanted to do, since I was a little girl," she said, squeezing him some more before continuing. "I used to love the fairy tales about princesses and princes. Not so much for the story itself, which usually had lots of scary stuff in it, but for what I imagined came after. The life together in a castle, the hugs and kisses, holding hands and that sort of stuff. As I got older and found mom's books I thought about the sex and lovemaking, but I still wanted the rest of it. I just never found anyone who'd see me that way. Until you." Allen moved his head to the side so he could look up and over at her. Her expression was soft and her smile small but happy. He smiled back and said, "I didn't have ideas like that. I just wanted a girl to talk to me." "What do you mean, sweetheart? Girls didn't talk to you?" she asked. "Not unless they needed help with schoolwork. And then only as a last desperate measure. I can think of at least half a dozen times over the last three years or so when a girl would come up to me in the cafeteria or library and say, "I'm really desperate, can you help me with this?" "I don't understand this, sweetheart. Okay, yes, you're kind of on the small side and your really smart but you are kinda cute and all. Why wouldn't they at least talk to you?" she asked. "You have to know the town I'm from. There's a lot of money there, of which we didn't have any. And sports was very very big. You had the football jocks and the basketball jocks and so on. We even had the one with the stick with the net on the end, that the Native Americans invented." "Lacrosse," she offered. "Yeah, that one. So if you didn't have money, or were a jock, or ideally, both, the girls didn't want to have anything to do with you. Even the girls those guys weren't interested in would rather moon over them than talk to geeks and nerds. You get anywhere near them, either on purpose or by accident and they'd ignore you so hard it would hurt. So when you actually walked from your yard to the patio, just to talk to me, I was really shocked, but also really interested. And the way things turned out? I'm still amazed by it." Her grip on him tightened until it almost hurt. Then she said, "I don't know what your aunt has in mind, but if she ever comes back, your mom is going to have to fight me for you. I'll hide you in my room." Allen began to smile at the idea but then he saw the look on her face and he said, "You're serious, aren't you?" "You're damn right I'm serious." He stared into those bespectacled eyes, with their beautiful green/gold color and then gingerly lifted the packs and pillow and dropped them off the bed. Then he said, "Lay on top of me." She slid over to bring herself face to face with him, her nearly flat chest against his and he brought his arms up and around, holding her as best he could but still warm and lovingly. They began kissing and soon they both started moving their hips. When Maggie felt his cock was fully hard against her lower belly, she hunched her hips forward until she was able to get his dick against her pussy and she pushed back, feeling the head push her wet lips apart and then slip in. "Oh, Allen, lover," she whispered. "You feel so good. Those stupid girls wouldn't deserve you, anyway." Her lips reclaimed his and she began to push until his cock was completely inside her. Then their hips began a slowly rhythmic pace and they made love to each other on a warm Sunday morning. From that moment forward, Allen never questioned if what they felt for each other was really love. Whatever it was he couldn't imagine anything better. They kept going like this for a while until he could feel his balls begin to pull up tight. He moaned, "I'm going to come, Maggie." Quickly and smoothly, Maggie rose up off his cock and then settled back on his legs and began sucking his cock, tasting herself on him which sent a jolt to her pussy. She swallowed half his cock and stroked the shaft with one hand as she rubbed her pussy with the other. Allen's hips bucked once, then twice and then he fired his second load of the day. To Maggie, it didn't feel like it was any less than the first and she worked at gulping the delicious cream down her throat. When she felt him settle back, she pulled her head up and off and saw that nothing dripped past this time. She continued to rub her clit, feeling her orgasm build. Allen opened his eyes and saw her and he said, "Sit on my face. Let me do that for you." She smiled and slid forward until her dripping pussy was at his lips and he eagerly applied his mouth to her. She began to moan immediately and it was only a moment or two before she began to thrash and scream as a massive orgasm tore through her thin, young body. She pressed her pussy down on his mouth and he mashed his tongue against her clit and kept rubbing. Her waning orgasm peaked again and she screamed once more and then leaned forward to rest her arms and head against the wall behind the bed. Allen continued to lick her pussy lips until she had a last shudder and she slowly moved off of his face and came to lay down beside him again. "Oh, lover, that was the best. I am never giving you up." Allen looked at her face to face and smiled and leaned in to give her another taste of herself. The kiss was long, and slow, and deep. When they pulled back he said, "I love you, Maggie. I never thought I'd have the chance to say that to a girl, but I can now, and I know it's true." Maggie's eyes misted a bit and her lower lip trembled until Allen covered it with his again. This kiss lasted for a while and when it ended they lay wrapped in each others arms and legs and that was how Aunt Nats found them about an hour later. She closed the door again and left them to sleep and dream. When they did wake up shortly after noon they got up and got dressed and Aunt Nats smiled as she saw them walk with their arms around each other into the family room. "Well, hello there, my dears. You two look like you had a very enjoyable time together." "We sure did, Aunt Nats," Maggie said with a wide grin. "I wanted to make sure Allen had a relaxing day." "He certainly looked relaxed while you two were sleeping. What are you plans for the afternoon?" "I thought we might take a walk to the hotdog wagon at the community center and get something for lunch," Maggie replied. "A wonderful idea. Hand me my purse. I'll treat," Aunt Nats said and when she pulled out her wallet handed Allen a twenty dollar bill. "You can have some dessert as well." Both of them gave her hugs and then they walked out the front door and made their way to the side walk. Allen looked at his hands and then at Maggie. She frowned and then smiled and held out her hand with a crooked pinkie. Allen looked confused and then he too smiled. He hooked her pinkie with his and that was how they walked down the street. When they reached the wagon, Allen had to think about what he could manage with his hands. He settled for two plain hotdogs. Filling, easy to manipulate with his less damaged left hand and without the usual toppings, less likely to result in an embarrassing disaster. Maggie opted for two tacos with all the fixings. "You've developed a healthy appetite," Allen said with a smile. "I'm leading a more active life these days," she smiled back. Before either took a bite she leaned in and kissed him. Allen blushed a bit and then bit into his hotdog. While they ate a few people stopped and complimented Allen on his performance the night before and one older woman who thought Maggie did a lovely job, as she put it, of helping him. "See, sweetheart. People love the way you play. We just have to figure out a way to get it under more control," she said. "That would be good. You know it's funny. It never happens when I play the classics. Even the ones that take some pretty fast and hard playing. It's only the boogie woogie." Maggie looked at him as she chewed on a mouthful of taco. Then she got a funny look and after she swallowed she said, "Sweetheart, does playing boogie woogie make you happy?" "Oh, yeah, I love it. Up until about a week ago it was pretty much the only thing that I did love doing," he answered with a small grin. She reached across and rubbed his arm and then asked, "Do you think that might be it? That you go where you go because it's the only place you're really happy?" He considered this as he finished off his first hotdog. When he was done he said, "Gee, I don't know. It's not like living with my mom was all that bad. Not great, but not bad." "But playing was still what made you the happiest, right?" she prodded. "Yes, but that's you now." "Thank you, sweetheart, and that's my point. Maybe we can figure out a way to get you to get that imprinted up here," she said, pointing to his forehead, "it might keep you from going to that place when you play." After finishing their lunch, the two young lovers took a slow walk around the neighborhood, but bypassing anyplace that would have given them an opportunity to play. They were satisfied in being together and after the morning's adventures, they didn't really feel an urgency. Eventually, they found their way back to Aunt Nats' house and she greeted them warmly when they arrived. "Well, my dears, how was lunch?" "Good, Aunt Nats. Thank you for that," Allen replied. "We even got some compliments on Allen's playing," Maggie replied. "It looks like my boyfriend is turning into a rock star." Aunt Nats laughed and Allen looked up at Maggie and said, "Well, if I'm a rock star then you must be my tall, willowy super model girlfriend." Maggie's eyebrows shot up and said, "Super model?" "You're as a much a super model as I am a rock star," Allen countered. Aunt Nats asked if the rock star and super model would mind lending a hand getting dinner started. She had called and asked Maggie's mother if it was alright if she stayed for dinner. She already had dessert well planned out.