Date: Wed, 20 Jun 2012 01:22:01 +0000 From: william michael Subject: Aunt Natalie, Part 8 The usual Nifty Caveats apply. If you enjoy reading these stories consider making a donation to keep the site running. The last few weeks of summer were idyllic for Allen. He had no academic work to be concerned with. He was free to spend his days with Maggie, walking, talking, teaching her piano and of course lots and lots of sex. Mostly in his room, but also in a few secluded spots outdoors to include her favorite little patch of grass behind the hedges in the park. It was still a source of unending amazement that this incredible girl was so committed to him. Equally amazing was her physical transformation. It seemed that each day there was a bit more curve to her hips and ass, or that her tits seemed to be a bit fuller. It was like her body had been on hold until she started providing it with sufficient nutrition and now it was trying to make up for lost time. One of his favorite activities now was to simply look at her while she lay naked on the bed or a blanket on the grass and think about the changes. And she was embracing them as well. There was a confidence now where before it was self consciousness about her tall skinny body. Her choice of clothes and how she wore them tended to be more about showing off than ignoring what was there. And since she considered Allen responsible he was the constant focus of her attention and affections. She almost always had a hand or arm in contact with him. He received frequent kisses on the face and lips and when they made love her passion for him was almost overwhelming. And then there was Aunt Nats. Every night he was in her bed and they went to sleep wrapped naked in each others arms and many an evening and some afternoons were spent in exciting three ways with Maggie. Since the night he had come home from camp and she had introduced him to role playing, they had a number of exciting times acting out different scenarios that always ended in mind blowing and often multiple orgasms. One that Allan considered his favorite was where he was a patient in a hospital bed about to receive a sponge bath from the nurse and her assistant. Aunt Nats was the nurse, dressed in a uniform that barely covered her broad firm ass. The top was a deep V-neck that had a first button that just closed beneath the massive bust that was threatening to spill out everywhere. The assistant was a tall willowly blonde in a candy striper outfit that should have included a dancing pole. The tiny shorts had legs barely and inch in length and a waist less than three. The top had sleeves that reached to the elbow, but didn't go any further down her torso than just below her tits, which were pushed up to form a nicely noticeable cleavage, which seemed to please the youngster no end. The nurse was most attentive to the patient, bending over him, checking his vital signs, checking for signs of fever or other distress nearly everywhere as he lay naked atop the bed covers. The candy striper had something else in mind because she seemed to be constantly bumping into the nurse, rubbing against her from behind and just being a general nuisance. Finally the nurse lost her composure and turned on her young assistant. "Just what is it you think you are doing, young lady. We have a patient here to tend to." "But we are," the young blonde replied, "and you're doing it all yourself. I'm just trying to be helpful." "How is rubbing your body all over mine being anything but distracting?" "I'm distracting you?" the girl said with a naughty little grin, as she leaned in and let her smaller chest just touch the bared cleavage of the older woman. "When you do things like that, yes," the nurse replied. "How about now?" the girl asked as she pressed hard and brought a bare leg alongside one of the nurse's. "Even more so." "Then this should really get your attention," as the girl darted her head forward and made lip to lip contact with the nurse. The kiss turned into a lip grinding, tongue sucking spectacle that was not lost on the patient if the expansion of his cock was any indicator. He watched through half closed eyes as the two angels of mercy locked themselves together, grinding away with lips, tits and hips as their patient looked on. Finally the nurse pulled back and said, "This is so improper. We are supposed to be tending to this poor young fellow." "Oh, don't you worry," the candy striper purred, "he's going to get everything he needs, and then some." And the kissing began again, as did a lot of groping. The candy striper found the bare ass cheeks of the nurse to be a delight to grope and squeeze and fondle, while the nurse couldn't get enough of the cute round buns of her assistant. It wasn't long before questing fingers found the necessary buttons and zippers and soon the two were naked expect for shoes and their little hats. Bare tits pressed against each other and bare pussies were rubbing against bare, and now wet, thighs. Slowly the two horny medics settled down on the bed and the patient was forced to move over so the two could lay next to him, the younger stretched out atop the older as they writhed together. He was beginning to feel a little left out when a handful of long slender fingers wrapped around his hard cock and began to stroke it. Then a soft voice said, "I think we are neglecting the patient." "I believe you are right. We must attend to his every need." With that, the candy striper slid off the nurse and settled herself between the legs of the patient and began to apply her soft warm lips and her firm hands to his aching cock. Meanwhile, the nurse rolled on her side and covered his mouth with hers and began a thorough examination of his oral cavity with her tongue. Her hands likewise were doing an excellent job of soothing his passion wracked torso. Once she was sure that the patient's mouth was ready she broke off the oral exam and placed one of her hard nipples at his mouth. He accepted it greedily and began his therapy, sucking, kneading and squeezing the massive orb. The nurse let her head roll back and said, "Hmm, he's responding so nicely." After a few minutes, her assistant looked up from where she was tending to the patient's most needy body part and said, "Perhaps we need to share his treatment, this is very serious work." The nurse nodded and hey switched positions. The very knowledgeable lips slid down the aching, straining shaft while the candy striper did her own examination of his mouth. It was every bit as thorough and went on for some time. Then she offered up her own nipple for him to suck on. As he did she took his head in her arms and broke character for a moment when she moaned, "Oh, Allan, darling, that feels so wonderful. I love you so much." His response was to suck hard and wrap his arms around her to pull her closer. After a while of this he broke off and said, "Don't the caregivers need some care in return?" The nurse and her assistant looked at each other and nodded. The nurse quickly straddled his hips and brought her bare pussy in contact with his swollen, slippery cock head and began to press down. The candy striper, after another deep kiss straddled his head, facing the nurse and allowed her pussy to rest against his feverish mouth. His tongue soon began to work on the wet puffy lips and in no time she was writhing and moaning. The nurse and her assistant began to examine each other as their bodies rocked and swayed as the patient became the doctor and probed them relentlessly. Each of them shuddered through two deep orgasms as a result of his skill and persistence and finally when he could hold back no longer he pushed the girl off his mouth and groaned, "Oh, fuck, I'm going to cum," which caused the nurse to slide back off his soaking dick and allow her assistant to swoop down on it and capture the throbbing head in her mouth. When his hips bucked, he began to shoot his cum load. She captured every high protein drop and swallowed it down with relish. When the last drop was consumed she sat up and shared a kiss with the nurse and then they both lay down at the sides of the patient, cradling him close and giving him many caresses because we all know, love, and not chicken soup, is the best medicine. But as any student knows, the wonderful days of summer must eventually come to an end and the first day of school must arrive. And on the day, Allan found himself standing in the driveway, waiting for Maggie to join him. They would walk the half mile or so to and from the high school. In the event of inclement weather, Aunt Nats would provide transportation. When Maggie did appear, Allan could only smile. Had it only been a couple of months since he first saw her staring at him, all skinny arms and legs, tugging on her braid and those big glasses masking so much of her face. Who he saw walking towards him seemed an entirely different girl. Her long silver blonde hair was worn undone, with just enough tucked behind an ear to leave her face clear. The smaller, more stylish glasses accented her face and eyes, not overwhelmed them. And she was dressed in a subdued but still sexy style. Every high school has a dress code these days, lots of do and don't. Maggie had studied their school's closely and made sure she was in compliance, if just. Her form hugging skirt was exactly one quarter inch longer than the minimum allowed. Her three button pull over blouse was likewise form fitting but overlapped the skirt by just enough and the two open button's showed no cleavage. She wore flat strap sandals that didn't add any height but added to the overall affect of the outfit. It was all topped off by a broad smile. "Good morning, sweetheart. All ready?" she asked as she stopped in front of him. "As ready as I can be," he said. He was dressed in khaki's and a polo shirt, with a rather battered looking military style back pack. He had had quite a discussion with his aunt about it. She wanted to buy him a new one along with the school clothes she got him. He insisted on using it. He had found it at a swap meet a few years earlier and it was like an old friend, and he thought he would need that now. Maggie was using a messenger style shoulder bag that was popular with students. "Don't be nervous," she said, "you'll do fine." She offered him her hand and it felt warm and soft in his. He smiled back and they started the walk to his new future. As they did they talked of little things, including some questions she had about a song she was trying to learn. It made for a pleasant way to pass the time on a warm late summer morning. As they came around the last bend in the sidewalk and the school campus came into view, Allan pulled up so short he yanked his hand out of hers. When Maggie turned she saw him staring wide eyed. "Allan, what's wrong?" It took him a moment to find his voice but he finally said, "It's huge. How am I going to find my way around such a place?" he said, staring at the large expanse of buildings and courtyards that made up the regional high school. "It's not that bad, sweetie. It's laid out pretty well and they have signs and arrows and color coding. You'll be fine," she said, taking hold of his hand and trying to get them moving again. "How many kids go here?" he asked, dragging his feet. "Around thirty five hundred." "What?" he exclaimed and then his voice dropped off as he added, "how will I ever find myself in all that?" Maggie looked at him, trying to understand what he had just mumbled but she was trying to get him to move so they wouldn't be late. Finally, she overcame his resistance and their pace picked up and she delivered him to the guidance office as required. "Alright, sweetheart. I have to go to homeroom. If we are lucky, I'll see you at lunch. If not, I'll meet you right outside by the end of the sidewalk, okay?" "Yeah, sure." "Relax, Allan. You'll be fine," she said, giving him a smile, when she was dying to take him into her long arms to comfort him, but there was no public displays of affection allowed on campus. He watched as her tall, lithe figure disappeared through the doorway. The lady behind the counter said, "Yes? Can I help you?" "Um, Allan Zimmerman, I'm new and I was told I had to report here first." "That is correct, young man, please sit over there and you'll be taken care of shortly." She was right. He sat for about five minutes when his name was called and he walked toward the sound of the voice. A middle aged man directed him to an office. He sat in the indicated chair across the desk from the man and waited. "Well, Mr. Zimmerman. A short notice transfer but that's not uncommon. You live with your Aunt who is your guardian now, correct." "Yes, sir. My mother is out of the country." "I see, well, your records indicate you are an excellent student in most areas, and quite outstanding in math. We've taken the liberty of placing you in an advanced math class. Your old school was a little short on this but we have an excellent program. We think you'll have no trouble getting up to speed." "I've been attending Math camp for the last several summers, sir. I should be okay," he added, his voice a bit strained. "That's good to hear. Is there anything else we should know about you, that maybe the records don't show?" "I play piano, well, keyboards actually." "Ahh, well, you may want to give our music program some thought. It's quite highly regarded in the state. Forgive me but you seem somewhat agitated. Are you alright?" "It's just that this is a much bigger school than I'm used to. I don't know how I'll fit in here." "Yes, I agree that it is quite a large place. We take students from five different towns. I sometimes think they may have overdone the regionalization bit, but here we are. The practical aspects are pretty straight forward. Subject matter is consolidated in specific parts of the buildings and wings. Color coding is used. As you can see on your schedule, classes are coded and so are the halls. Arrows point the way to other areas. A smart fellow like you should have no issue with that. As to the rest, give it some time. I think you'll fit in just fine. If you don't have any other questions, I suggest you get headed toward your first class. It'll give you some time to get adjusted to the system." "Yes, sir." With that Allan took up his schedule, saw that he had American History first and what the color was. He went out into the hall and saw the properly colored arrow pointing to the left so he went that way. It took a while but he found where he needed to be with some time to spare so he backed up against the wall and waited. When the bell sounded, the doors swung open and masses of kids swarmed into the halls and in what seemed to Allan akin to salmon swimming up stream, made their way to their classes. While he was waiting he had the foresight to look at the class after this and saw he'd have to double back. And so the morning went, he had two classes and a study hall and then lunch. It all seemed to be going okay until he tried to get to where his assigned study hall was located. He wasn't sure how but he got crossed up and found himself lost. As he looked around the now empty corridors he couldn't seem to make sense of the arrows and the colors and he stood looking around helplessly. He walked down one corridor and then another when he saw an open door. He looked in and saw that he was at the side entrance of a large auditorium and he was looking right up at the stage where, in all it's glory, sat a full sized, concert grand piano, the name Steinway and Sons glittering in the subdued light. Almost as if in a dream he walked in and slowly mounted the steps. In all his life he had only seen pictures of the fabled Steinway. As he stood next to the bench he let his hand glide reverently over the shiny black finish. He let his back pack down on the floor and he sat on the bench. So fixated on the instrument was he that he didn't even look to see if anyone was around. He pushed back the cover over the keyboard and stared at the white and black keys. All his anxiety over being lost drained away as he brought his left hand up and began to play a base chord. Then the right came up and began to move the keys in a syncopated rhythm that should have been heard on Bourbon Street. But all too soon the demons rose up and took hold. She left you here to get swallowed up in this mass of humanity while she played do gooder in the jungles. She tossed you away like so much scrap. And as the dark thoughts swirled up and around the fear, the anxiety and above all the anger built and filled him and flowed out through his fingers. The auditorium soon rang to the sound of early jazz fueled by darkness and despair. He was lost in that place and it had never been deeper or darker. He was so lost that he never heard the voices from other students who had appeared on the stage, who took up their instruments and tried to play along with this mad genius who had suddenly appeared. But it wasn't long until only the drummer was making any attempt to keep up while the rest just stood and stared in amazement. Other students had come to stand by the different doors leading into the auditorium and wondered why there was a concert on the first day of school and who was that playing with such ferocity. One of the passersby happened to be a tall willowly blonde who was able to see over the tops of the students by one door and her reaction was one of dismay. "Oh dear god, not here, not now," and then she was off, racing around to get to the side door nearest the stage while the auditorium rang to the sound of the devil's own rag. She was through the door and then slowly mounting the stairs oblivious to the looks of the other kids on the stage. She came up behind Allan and put her hands on his shoulders and brought her face close to his. "Allan, sweetheart, come back to me. It's Maggie. Whatever is wrong we'll take care of it. Come back, sweetheart, you don't have to do this." And as she spoke her hair touched his face and her fragrance began to intrude on his consciousness and when she lightly kissed his cheek the swirling darkness began to ebb and flow and slowly drain away. He began to resurface and the sound began to diminish and he remembered where he was. His hands came off the keyboard as if it had suddenly gotten red hot. He looked around and saw the other musicians and heard them say things like, "Un-friggin believable, dude." "Righteous playing, man, righteous." He turned and saw Maggie who now was standing back a way. He heard some scattered applause from the back of the auditorium and the panic struck. He scrambled off the bench and grabbed his pack and ran past Maggie who said, "Shit" and went off after him, ignoring the shouts from the others. As she came out of the door she saw that Allan hadn't watched where he was or where he was going because he bounced off some lockers and was trying to get himself righted when she was able to sprint and grab hold of his shoulders. "For god's sake, Allan, it's me. Stop that and stand still," she yelled at him. Her voice seemed to shock him and he froze and then turned to look at her, his face a mask of anguish. Ignoring the rules she took hold of him and pulled him tightly to her. She was stroking his hair and she felt him holding on for dear life. "I can't believe I did this on my first day. Omigod, omigod," he mumbled. "It's okay, sweetheart, this place is enough to make anyone lose their way." "Ahem," came a voice from near the door to the auditorium. "You are aware of the prohibition against public displays of affection, are you not," said the fussy, sententious voice. "How are the rules on trying to comfort a fellow student in the midst of a panic attack?" she shot back over her shoulder. "My dear young woman, your tone and attitude is highly disrespectful." "And yours is highly unsympathetic. Can't you see how upset he is? I'm not going to explain it out here in the hall but he's been through a tough time lately and this isn't helping." She went back to speaking in low tones, her head down near Allan's, the fall of her hair nearly obscuring his face. Finally, he let his arms drop and he stepped away to face whoever it was that was watching them from the auditorium doorway. "It may be as the young lady says, but that doesn't excuse the unauthorized use of such a valuable piece of school property," the man said, looking at them over the tops of his small wire rimmed glasses. "I'm sorry, sir. I just couldn't help myself. I had never even seen such a piano before in person." "You've taken lessons, of course," he replied. "Yes, but my teacher only had an upright. And I play on an electronic keyboard now." "You no longer take lessons?" "No, sir. We had to drop them for financial reasons." "But you continue to play?" "Yes, sir. Every day." "And he's giving me lessons as well," Maggie added. He regarded her over the tops of his glasses again and she regarded him right back. "Hmm, a dedicated artist, a rare find these days. Let me ask you this. Can you play the piano without trying to pound it through the stage floor?" "Yes, sir, actually, I can play just about anything without that happening. It's just when I play boogie woogie does what you just heard happen." "Hmm, would you consider auditioning for our stage band, to include the jazz ensemble?" the man asked. "I don't know, sir," he replied after some hesitation. "I've never played with anyone else before. I'm not sure how that would work out." "It would go a long way in convincing me to overlook what just occurred on my stage," he countered. Maggie whispered something and nudged Allan. "Let me think about it tonight and I'll let you know in the morning, how is that?" "Good enough. I suggest you get moving now, it's almost time for the bell." "Yes, sir." Maggie started to hustle Allan back down the corridor. "What do you have next?" "Lunch." "Where?" "Um, say's Main Cafeteria." "Ah, cool. Me, too. At least we can have lunch together." And they did, where they discovered that against all odds they had English class together as well. The rest of the day passed uneventfully, although based on some whispers he had the feeling word had gotten around that someone had flipped out in the Auditorium that morning. When he got home, Maggie came in and sat with him on the couch, wrapping him in her long arms and she just tried to be there for him. When Aunt Nats got home just before dinner, Maggie had to explain what happened as Allan didn't want to say a word. Aunt Natalie looked at her nephew for a moment and then crooked a finger at him and when he approached she reached out and pulled him to her. She rested her head atop his and said, "My dear boy. You have no need to feel embarrassed or ashamed. You have been through much of late, and not of your doing. It's easy to feel overwhelmed by so much change. And it wasn't a complete disaster. You came to the attention of the director of the music program. I've heard of him. A bit of a fusspot in the old tradition but he sends many students on to very prestigious college programs. I know you seem to be moving along the math route but who knows what this could open up for you. Just promise me that you'll try to keep your wits about you and look for help when you need it." Allan lifted his head up from where it was resting on her bust and said, "I'll try, Aunt Nats." "That's my boy," she said and then planted a loving, lingering kiss on his lips and then said he should go sit with Maggie while she made dinner. When he sat back down at her side, she said, "Don't I get one of those?" and then didn't wait for an answer while she covered his mouth with hers and started a long slow kiss with lots of tongue. When Aunt Nats came in to call them to the table, she found them stretched out on the couch, Maggie on top, making out with abandon. She thought the day couldn't have been that bad. The next morning, Allan and Maggie arrived at school a bit early and were able to let the music director, one Mr. Alistair Smith, that Allan would audition. Mr. Smith replied he would send Allan information on the when where and what would be expected of him in a few days. The morning passed smoothly although he did get a few looks and at lunch he was happy to be with Maggie. They had finished up their meal and were just getting up to put their trays away. "So, it looks like things are going to work out alright," she said. "Yeah, I just hope this doesn't take up too much time. My math class is going to require a lot of work, I think." "You'll do fine, sweetheart," she said with a smile but before they could continue they were interrupted by a girl's voice. "You're Maggie, right?" "That's right," she replied and swiveled her head around to see she was speaking not to one girl, but half a dozen. "Hi, I'm Nancy. We're all on the womens volley ball team. We were wondering if you'd think of trying out for the team." "What? What makes you think I can play volley ball?" "Well, you're like one of the tallest girls in the school if not the tallest. We lost nearly all our height to graduation last year. Haven't you ever played before?" "Well, yeah, like at picnics and stuff, just batting the ball back and forth." "Okay, well that's something. Please, we could really use the help." "I dunno," she said and began to look to Allan when another, much less pleasant voice said, "Hey, look at you, it's O'Hanlon, right?" The owner of the voice was a sturdily built boy about five ten or so, wearing a varsity jacket with letters in baseball, basketball and football on it. He had a smug smile and walked up to the table with a swagger, followed by two others, also in varsity jackets. "That's right, who the hell are you?" she replied, with plenty of 'old school' Maggie in her voice. "You're kidding right? Doesn't this jacket tell you anything?" "Yes, it tells me you're stupid enough to wear a jacket when it's eighty degrees outside." Several of the girls from the volley ball team laughed. "Careful, O'Hanlon," the boy said, trying to maintain his attitude, "being nice to me could do you a lot of good around here." "And I would want to do that why?" she said, her voice loaded with scorn. "Well, it's obvious you did a lot of growing over the summer. Looks like your finally ready to join the majors and stop hanging out with these losers." Her eyebrows shot up and the girls behind weren't laughing anymore. "First of all, I wasn't hanging with anyone. I was sitting here with my boyfriend, Allan. Now I'm talking with these ladies about something that's none of your damn business. Now why don't you boys go somewhere and play with whatever balls you prefer?" Someone snickered from one of the nearer tables and while this wasn't going at all like he had hoped, the jock took one more shot. "Boyfriend?" he said turning to look at Allan. "This little runt? Isn't he the one that freaked out in the auditorium yesterday?" he said with a laugh and then began turning back toward Maggie. Now there are those who believe in the perfect moment. And for such believers this would have been one of those times. Just as the boy turned to face Maggie his cheek and jaw met her hand coming down in a sweeping arc that connected with such force that it snapped his head around and drove him to his knees. When he was able to look up and around he was staring into the face of six feet plus of female fury, all focused on a finger pointed about two inches from his face. "Listen to me, varsity boy. I hear a crack like that out of you again, you'll get more than a slap in the face." He struggled to his feet and whatever he was going to say he swallowed in the face of not a half dozen girls, but fully a dozen more on top of that. Apparently, more than a few other members of the womens sports programs had been sitting nearby and now formed a solid mass of sisterhood behind Maggie. Nancy offered the boy some sage advice when she said, "If you ever want another date with a girl in this school, you better shut up and walk away. This conversation just might get tweeted all over school, if it hasn't been already. Go away, Jennings. You lost today." Muttering to himself and his two friends, the jock turned around and walked away. Nancy turned to Maggie and said, "Please, Maggie, if you can connect with a volley ball the way you did with that clown's face, you'd be amazing on a court. Please try out." The veil of anger flowed away from Maggie's face and she looked at Allan and said, "I don't know, what do you think, sweetheart?" Allan took a breath and said, "I have no idea how successful you might be, Maggie, but I think you should give it a try. With the math class and possible music stuff, my afternoons might be tied up and this would give you something to do. Plus, who knows? If it turns out your any good, it could be a way for you to get some scholarship money for college." "Hmm, hadn't thought of that," she mused and then shrugged. "Alright, I'll give it a shot." "Yes," Nancy said. "Thursday, right after school, in the A gym." "Okay." Nancy looked at Allan and smiled and said, "Thank you." Another girl was far more demonstrative and she darted to Allan's side, gave him a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek. She had dark hair and somewhat Asian features. When she turned, smiling and saw Maggie glaring at her she held up both hands palms outward and said, "Sorry, just saying thanks," but her grin didn't fade away. Maggie turned back to Nancy and said, "I'll see you on Thursday." With that, she and Allan walked out of he cafeteria. As they walked toward their one class together, Maggie looked over and down at Allan and said, "Do you really think I could do this?" "You won't know until you try and yeah, I think you might surprise yourself," he said back with a small grin. The best she could do within the confines of the school was give him a little hip bump. The rest of the day passed normally. Allan wasn't much for English and the assignment they were given didn't do much to help that feeling. They were supposed to right a short story, featuring themselves in some made up situation. The teacher said it was a pass/fail assignment, simply to allow her to gauge everyone's level of proficiency. As they walked home, Maggie and Allan discussed it. "I think it sounds interesting. I think I'll make myself into a lady in a castle, hopelessly in love with a peasant." "What, like me?" "No, for you my dear sir, are far from a peasant," she replied haughtily and then laughed and wrapped her arm around his shoulder and pulled him in tightly. They were specifically ordered to do this assignment entirely on their own. Which didn't mean they had to be alone while doing it, so they sat in the kitchen of Aunt Nats house, eating cookies and working on their assignments. After a half an hour or so Allan felt a bare leg brush against his. When he looked over, Maggie was studiously looking at her paper. A bit later he felt it again and it was more than just a brush. When he looked over, she was looking back at him, her green eyes alight with mischief. "What's going on?" "What is going on, my dear fellow, is that the castle is empty and my desire for my handsome peasant is burning within. If I don't quench these flames, and soon, I will surely be consumed until only ashes are left." "And I suppose I'm the one to provide the liquid to quench those flame, my haughty wench?" "Wench?" Maggie exclaimed. "I show you who's a wench." She leaned across the table and pulled him to her and covered his mouth with hers. Their tongues danced and probed, until finally she stood up and pulled him out of the chair, wrapping her arms around him and squeezing him to her. He in turn had his hands running up and down her back, under her blouse and grabbing her ass. When they finally broke apart, she spoke hoarsely. "What say you to that, you rogue?" "I say, my lady is like a cauldron that threatens to bubble over, if not handled properly," he said with a smile and he began kissing her again as he turned them around, pressing her against the table with his leg pushing between hers. She allowed herself to be pushed back until she was lying on the table top. Her legs came up to wrap around his back as he kissed her throat and slid his hands up to push under her blouse, his hands resting on her bra covered tits. Any play acting had dissolved and she wrapped her hands around the back of his head and said, "Oh, Allan, my sweet boy. I love how your hands feel on me." With that, he began to work her top over her head and then pulled the bra away so he could get at her nipples and he began to suck and tease them with his tongue and fingers. She responded with cooes and the hunching of her pussy against his thigh, separated by layers of cloth. She reached between them and began to undo first her shorts and then his and he did the rest. Last to come off was his shirt. Both naked, they continued to revel in the feel of each others bare skin. His hard cock was rubbing up and down her pussy lips and she again was moving her hips to add to the feeling. Allan then kissed his way down her stomach and then hooked his arms under her legs and pushed them up. Maggie took hold of her legs behind the knees and folded them against her chest as Allan applied his tongue to her pussy. She gulped and gasped as he began a thorough and aggressive tonguing. Almost immediately, she began to flow and he was lapping up her juices. When he attacked her clit she groaned and began to mumble how good it felt and how much she loved him. When he was sure she was well lubricated he stood up straight and brought his cock into action, pressing the head against the wet lower lips and pushed in. Maggie let go of her legs, letting them come to rest on his shoulders as she began to play with her growing breasts and very hard nipples. Her wet tight pussy felt like heaven wrapped around his cock and as he fucked she used both hands and legs as best she could to pull him into her tunnel. "Oh, fuck me, darling, fuck me. I can't believe how good you are." He increased the pace and force of his stroking into that hot tight place and it wasn't long before he was grunting and saying, "Oh, shit, Maggie, I'm going to cum, baby. Damn." Having cum twice already herself, she pushed Allan back and slid off the table and dropped to her knees in front of him and swallowed half his cock, just in time to catch the first hot jet of cum. She grabbed his ass and sucked and swallowed until all of her favorite protein source was taken in and not a drop wasted. When she was done she sat back and looked up at him, her smile warm and her eyes ablaze. "Oh, my goodness. You're amazing. If those girls at school knew what you could do I'd have to beat them away with a club." "And I bet more than a few boys are beating themselves just thinking about you," he said, looking down at her. It took a second for what he said to register but when it did, she giggled and then stood up and hugged him tight and kissed him until they were both out of breath. Later that night as he and his Aunt were sitting on the couch together, he in sleep pants and no shirt, her in just a sheer black nightie, she asked, "So, darling, is school putting much of a crimp in your sex life?" "A bit, yeah. I think Maggie and I will have to grab what we can during the week. This afternoon while we were doing homework in the kitchen, we wound up fucking right there on the table. It was really hot. So it might be fewer opportunities but very exciting when we do." "Hmm, that does sound exciting, tell me all about it," the older woman said as she ran her fingers over his bare chest. So he told her in fulsome detail while he stroked her bare thigh and before he got to the part where she swallowed his load, they were laying on the couch, he atop his Aunt, minus his sleep pants, fucking her drenched pussy while she was groping her big tits through the nightie. He dumped his first load deep inside her and then she was leading them both into the bedroom where the nightie came off and Allan fucked her tight ass hard once she had him sucked back fully erect and slippery with her saliva. Between his hard cock in her ass, and her fingers dancing on her clit, she shuddered through two hard, deep climaxes. The rest of the week passed without too much trouble. Maggie had her tryout and she indeed did have some ability. Digging up a ball from near the floor proved problematic since it was such a long way down for her. She did prove somewhat adept at setting once it was demonstrated and she practiced for a while. The spike however is where she lived and breathed. The first couple of attempts were a bit shaky as she tried to get the timing right, but once the little Asian girl, Kimberly, or Kimmie, suggested she imagine the ball was Jennings' head, the sound of hand hitting ball and ball hitting floor echoed through the gym like rifle shots. It was a very happy group of girls when the try out was over. "Allan, sweetheart, you wouldn't believe what it was like. I couldn't believe what I was doing in that gym." "But I do believe it, babe. I was there watching, remember? You've got all kinds of hidden talents. First piano, now this," he said proudly as they sat in the family room going over the events of the day. Her mom and dad were sneaking a quickie supper out together so Maggie was going to eat with Allan and Aunt Nats. She looked at him as they sat hand in hand, angled toward each other. "No one ever saw these things but you. Those beautiful blue eyes see so much," she said, leaning forward to kiss his forehead just about those eyes. Her lips than moved down to his lips and they began to kiss, long, soft and warm kisses. When Aunt Nats came in she found them cuddled up on the couch, exchanging the same. "Well, it looks like someone had a good day," and after exchanging similar kisses with each of the kids she listened as Maggie recounted the events of the tryout. When dinner was done, the clothes came off and the toys came out and they spent a couple of hours making each other feel even better. Maggie even donned the black strap on and fucked Allan's ass while he applied his real cock to his Aunt's pussy and ass. Friday wasn't quite so good. In homeroom, Allan was given a note that he needed to report to the guidance office instead of study hall. He didn't think much of it, probably just a follow up to see how he was adjusting. When he arrived he was called into the original counselors office, but there was someone else there as well, a woman, perhaps in her thirties, her expression mildly neutral. "Good morning, Allan," the man began. "How are you getting on?" "Not bad. Things are settling down and I'm finding my way around. The advanced math course is pretty cool and I may be getting involved with the music program as well." "I'm glad to hear that. Allan, the reason you were called in today, and why Ms. Greer is here, is your English teacher was concerned about the essay you turned in earlier this week." "Yes, sir?" "Allan," Ms. Greer began, "I'm one of the school psychologists. I've read your paper. If you don't mind my saying so, that story you wrote has some pretty dark undertones." Allan sat back and thought about it and after a moment, nodded his head and said, "I guess I can see where you might have thought that." "Would you care to hazard a guess as to why that is?" "I suppose because there are some dark undertones up here," he offered, tapping the side of his head. "Things have been a bit rocky the last few months, well, years I guess you could say. I guess I was just drawing from that." "How are things at home, Allan?" she asked. "Now, they are great. Living with my Aunt Natalie is terrific. I have a girlfriend and my music and stuff." "It wasn't always that way was it?" she prodded. "Nope," was all he said. "And?" she prompted. "And nothing," he replied, his tone becoming more defensive. "Allan, if we are going to help you we need to know what might be bothering you," she said. Allan's expression was stoney. He looked from the guidance counselor to the psychologist then back. "Am I under some sort of requirement to to tell you these things? It's not like testifying in court, is it?" "Well, no, but we think your story hints at things that need to be dealt with." "They are," was his terse reply. Ms. Greer held his gaze for a moment and then nodded with a sigh. "Alright, Allan, you might as well go. But please reconsider and come see me. We are only trying to help." He nodded, stood up and left the office. The two adults watched and when the door closed they looked at each other. "That is one very disturbed young man," he said. "Not disturbed, angry, very angry," she replied. "Angry at whom?" "Based on what information his Aunt supplied when she registered him, I'd say his mother for leaving him behind, and at himself for feeling that way." "Do you think he might be a danger to himself, or anyone else?" "Hard to say. At a minimum he's a very unhappy young man, beneath it all. That can be fairly damaging over time. I wonder if his Aunt could tell me anything." As they continued to talk the object of their discussion made his way to what was left of study hall. He had some homework to deal with. At lunch he was unusually quiet. Maggie sat as close to him as she felt she could get away with. Some of the other girls from the volley ball team sat with them, including the irrepressible Kimmie. Allan's mood was impossible to miss and the fact that Maggie was talking to him quietly suggested they stay out of it. They could hear the words "English paper" and "Psychologist" and a very determined, "let me see it". Allan reached into his bag and pulled out a notebook and extracted a couple of pieces of folded paper. He handed it to Maggie and went back to his lunch, not that he was making any real effort with it. The girls watched Maggie as she read, first seeing her face cloud, then frown, then the universal female gesture of dismay, a hand covering her mouth. By the time she was finished there were tears running down her cheeks. She wiped them away and her hand reached to cover his. He didn't acknowledge it but didn't pull away either. What Maggie read was in essence a written version of what he had endured while playing the Steinway. It was a bitter indictment of abandonment by an uncaring mother wedded to a litany of failures by an undeserving son, for why else would a mother leave a child behind? Maggie wiped away the tears and put her mouth close to his ear and the girls again heard a few emphatic words, "that is not you, not you at all," and "she did try to have you join her" and finishing up with "you know we love you". He turned to look at her and said, "I know you do and I love you," he said not even trying to lower his voice, "but that is all pretty recent, and this," he said, tapping the paper, "is years in the making. I just can't forget this." With that he pushed his tray away, stood up and took his backpack and walked away. Maggie got up and hurried after him. The girls remaining at the table looked around at each other and Nancy said, "Poor little guy, something's got him all screwed up." "Don't you know?" Kimmie said, "He's here because his mother took off to Central America or something, save the rain forest or whatever. Sent him off to live with his Aunt. How would you feel, I mean really feel if your mom did that?" the usually bubbly girl said sadly. Ironically their next class was English and the teacher wasn't sure but she felt that at least two students were trying to drill holes through her with their eyes. She was pretty sure she knew why. It wasn't until late Sunday afternoon that Allan began to show signs of his usual nature. However, his darker mood remained just below the surface so when he reported the next afternoon to do his audition, Maggie was praying that Mr. Smith wouldn't ask him to play any boogie woogie, or she would be trying to find him in some dark corner of the school. Maggie had no need to worry. At this point, Mr. Smith was only interested in Allan's proficiency with the classics. Allan sat at the Steinway, while Mr. Smith stood to the side of the piano. Unbeknownst to either was that Maggie and her erstwhile teammates were huddled by the side door to hear what was happening. "Now, Mr. Zimmerman, I had hopes to preform this piece but the only pianist of adequate ability left the school district this summer. Are you familiar with it?" he asked, handing Allan the sheet music. Allan looked at the title and smiled and then looked up at the music director. "Yes, sir, I am. It's one of my favorites. It's actually the first major composition that I committed to memory." "Is that so? Would you please?" Mr. Smith said as he gestured for him to begin. Allan squared himself on the bench and after a moment he began to play. It took about thirty seconds for Mr. Smith to realize that the boy could play. Within about two minutes he understood that this young man could perform. Shortly after that, it became apparent that Allan Zimmerman understood the music and was interpreting what the composer had intended the listener to experience. It had been his intention to let the boy play for a few minutes to gauge how much work was going to be required. Instead he allowed him to play the entire twenty minute piece. When Allan finished, letting the last notes fade away, Mr. Smith had to shake himself a bit and then he said, "That was very well done, young man. It should make for a very memorable event. Now, you know my intention is to do this with full orchestral accompaniment. I would like to conduct a rehearsal as soon as possible, owing to your inexperience in such matters. Would you be available this Wednesday afternoon?" "Yes, sir, I can be." "Excellent. Can I ask you to come to my office, I have some material that you might find useful in preparation." As Allan left the stage for the Directors office, the girls who had been outside the door stood in amazed silence. Kimmie looked at Maggie and said, "That was amazing. Did you know he could play that well?" "Sort of. He's teaching me but mostly I've heard him play boogie woogie, you know, early jazz. I've never heard anything like that before. I thought I was going to cry at some points and wanted to dance during others. My god." "That kid's really something," one of the other girls said. "You don't know the half of it," Maggie replied softly. The walk home was quiet. Allan's mood was still a bit fragile and Maggie was worried about saying something wrong. Finally, she said, "That was really a beautiful piece that you played for your audition, sweetheart." Allan looked up at her in surprise. "How'd you manage to hear that? I thought you were practicing with the team." "We took a break and came the auditorium, the side door was open and we stood outside." "Oh, well, thanks. It's one of my favorites and it was really fun playing it on that piano," he said with a genuine smile. Maggie put her arm around his shoulder and pulled him close. When they got back to Aunt Nat's house they found a note telling them she had to go to a last minute client meeting and she would be home later, bringing dinner with her. Maggie thought for a moment and then pulled Allan into a hug and said, "Sweetheart, I know the last few days have been difficult for you but could I ask you do something for me?" "Of course." "Would you make love to me the way you played that music this afternoon?" "How do you mean?" "Treat me the way you treated the piano. Make me feel the way I did when I heard the music." He looked up at her and saw the longing in her eyes. He smiled a bit and reached up to pull her head down and he began to softly kiss her lips, his tongue sliding out to slowly trace over her lips. It was gentle and loving but the feeling it conveyed started a tingle that spread over her whole body. When he broke off the kiss he took her by the hand and led her past his room and into Aunt Nats bedroom. He was firmly in charge at the moment but this firmness was tempered with gentle affection. His kissed her again and then let his lips trail down her neck and throat. He began to slowly unbutton her blouse and as skin was exposed he let his lips brush over it. When he was done he pushed the blouse off her shoulders. Next came her skirt and her shoes. As she stood barefoot, in her panties and bra, he let his fingers slide over the warm smooth skin, raising goosebumps and making her shudder. Then he reached around behind her and expertly undid the clasp of her bra. He slid it off and dropped it to the floor. He smiled when he saw that her tits, while still smallish were filling out and promised wonderful things to come. His lips caressed the nipples, which were already hard. His hands continued their journey and Maggie was starting to drift, her hands coming up to rest on his shoulders, her head falling back, her long hair hanging straight down. "Oh, Allan, lover..." was all she managed to articulate. He then began to slide her panties down her long slender thighs, revealing the smooth shaved pussy beneath. He took them all the way down and she stepped out of them. He gently pushed her thighs apart and kneeling in front of her, still fully clothed, began to apply his tongue to her damp lips and partially hooded clit. He was slow and gentle, his hands running up and down her thighs, caressing them. Then his hands slid around to grip her bare ass cheeks and to pull her a bit tighter to his mouth. His lips closed over her clit and his tongue began to flick and swipe across the nub. Maggie took hold of his head and applied some pressure. Her hips began to move as well but Allan kept his technique slow, steady and insistent. It wasn't long before he could feel her legs begin to shake and then she was clutching at his head, bending forward so that her silver blonde hair was now draped over his head and she was moaning and grunting as an orgasm tore through her. When she finally stopped quaking he could feel her leaning against him so he guided her a bit closer to the bed and then gave her a little push. She fell back on the bed, her lower legs over the side, her arms spread wide, her hair all over the place. Her eyes were closed but she had a small smile on her lips. Alan smiled at her and then began to remove his clothes. The sound must have alerted her because her eyes opened and her smile broadened. "Hmm, I was wondering when you were going to get around to that," she said. When his briefs came down and his hard cock came into view, Maggie smiled wider and she held her arms out. He climbed up onto the bed and knelt between her legs, which were now pulled up, her knees high and her feet planted on the edge of the bed. He leaned forward and began to kiss her again, as the head of his cock began to rub up and down the damp lips of her pussy. She hooked her feet behind his legs and wrapped her arms around his back and urged him to begin pushing in. He kept it slow and easy and when he finally had his balls against her ass he began to fuck her. He started slow and easy but steadily built up the pace and energy. At one point he hooked his arms under her legs and pushed them up so that she had them over his shoulders and he leaned into her and began to hammer away. "Oh, yes, oh, yes, oh, yes," she was calling out, her head flailing from side to side. "Fuck me, sweetheart, yes, yes." She had reached past her legs and was holding tight to his ass and when her orgasm hit, her hands clamped down hard and they froze for a moment as her body shuddered and bucked a bit. As the tension flowed from her body, he began stroking into her and she was squealing in delight. Finally, he felt his balls begin to tighten and he pulled out and letting her legs drop, he moved quickly to straddle her chest and he brought his cock to her mouth. She opened up and greedily clamped down as he the head slid in along her tongue. Allan began to cum, his body shuddering and his hips forcing the cock in a bit further. Maggie sucked and swallowed hungrily as he pumped his heavy load of thick cum into her mouth. When his cock ran dry he settled back so that he was still straddling her lower torso and he bent down and began kissing her face and then her lips. She smiled up at him and then grabbed him and rolled sideways until he was on his back and she was lying on top of him. "I hope Aunt Nats doesn't mind reheating whatever it is she's bringing home for dinner," she said, looking down at him. "You have an encore to perform."