Part 1. Shelly's Proposition
Chapter 1. The Proposition
I stopped at the front desk after my monthly Chiropractic appointment to schedule next month's session.
"I'm Adam Davidson," I said in my best Elmer Fudd voice, "and I need to schedule my appointment for next month."
"Uncle Adam," the pretty chiropractic assistant laughed without looking up, "You're an idiot!"
She asked, "Will April 5 at 10:00 be okay?"
I entered the time and date into my cell phone. "Got it, Shelly"
"We'll see you on the 5th, Uncle Adam." I was a little amused since she hadn't called me "uncle" for a long time. I figured she purposely called me "uncle" for the benefit of the other clients in the waiting area. Shelly smiled and came around the desk and gave me a big hug. This was not unusual at all as we are a "hugging" family.
I want to clarify for everyone what our relationship actually was as it has some impact on this story. Shelly Pearl was my niece - technically, I guess, but we were not related. Let me explain: her mother, Brenda, and my wife Laurie, are best friends since high school and had been related by marriage until my wife was divorced from her first husband, Brenda's brother. So Shelly was my EX-Step-Niece.
Shelly gave me a big hug and clung to me tighter and a little longer than usual and rubbed my shoulder as she released me.
"Is everything OK?", I asked. I know that she and her husband, Jake were having a few problems but I was under the impression they were not serious.
"Oh yes, ...no... nothing really important", she said. "I can't talk now," she glanced at the waiting room full of clients, "can we have coffee later?"
"Yeah, sure" I answered, "where and when?" I was retired so, though I was busy, my schedule was flexible.
"How about "Starbuck's" next door at 10?"
"Okay, see you in about a half hour."
I was very curious and a little concerned, Our two families, Brenda and here daughters Shelly, and Betsy, Brenda's sister and husband et al. Were part of our crowd with my wife Laurie and myself. We did most of our recreating together. We had motorhomes and boats and snowmobiles and four wheelers and a common interest in the Seattle Seahawks. We did things together all year round. I had watched her grow up from the time she was about 5 or 6 years old, I went to her graduations and her wedding. We partied and got drunk together, She and her Mom even went on a vacation with us in our motor home a few years back. So I loved her as a family member.
The Starbucks was next door to her work so I just went next door and waited. I chose a small table that was a little isolated from the other patrons to afford us a modicum of privacy and waited for her to appear. She came into the bistro a few minutes after 10 and saw me right away and waved.
As she got in line to order, I studied her appearance. As I said before she was a very pretty 5'3" , about 125Ibs I'd guess, a natural blond and now about 31 years old. Her face was her best feature and she could easily have been a make up or hair style model - perfect complexion - absolutely beautiful! She had that golden skin tone that gives you the impression she has a tan even though she does not. Her body though was average: She has nice breasts, I'd guess about a B cup -not too large or too small. Her waist is proportionally thin though she probably was a little more plump than is popular these days. Her hips and thighs are a little big but that too seems to be popular right now though not my personal proclivity. Just the same, she has one of those imperfect but lovely bodies that seems to be exude sexuality, every guy knows what I mean. I was completely aware of her allure but never dwelled on it as we were both married, She with children and, I assumed, happily so, and of course, she thought of me as an uncle, a 65 year old uncle at that!
She picked up her order and approached the table I had chosen. I got up and pulled out the chair opposite me for her to sit. When I returned to my seat she dropped her eyes and I noticed she blushed a little, again a little atypical of her because she was anything but shy and demure. I looked at her and asked her how much time she had.
"I have about 30 minutes, I'm taking part of my lunch time now in exchange with Sally who needed extra time at noon today for an appointment."
"How are Jake and the kids?"
"They are doing fine, Jake is away for a week." Jake was an underwater welder and had to travel a lot to where ever the job was located. He made a very good living, but I also knew that they spent a lot. They bought a house that they were underwater on and was slightly above their ability to pay, a 5th wheel RV, extra vehicles just for fun, snowmobiles and four wheelers. They probably had payments that took almost every penny they brought home.
"Oh, that must be rough for you."
"I'm used to it," She said simply, "He makes a lot of money but he's gone a lot."
I could see that she wanted to get on with whatever was her agenda this morning so I sat up scooted my chair up and folded my arms on the table implying a posture of readiness to listen and asked her, "So, what's up?"
She looked at me and took a deep breath and looked like she was trying to decide how to proceed .
"Did you tell Aunt Laurie that if she wasn't going to have...," she leaned towards me and glanced around to be sure no one was listening and whispered "sex..with you that you are going to match her gambling losses to spend on an expensive hooker?"
"Wha.. How.?." I was stunned speechless. We are a close family circle but we rarely shared information about our sex lives. It took me several seconds to regain my voice.
"aaa...Laurie told you that?" I asked incredulously.
"No, not exactly, actually, I overheard her telling Mom about it when they thought I was still in the bathroom. So... you evidently did, then?" She was going somewhere but I hadn't a clue.
"Well, yes. But it was more of an idle threat I didn't..." I let my voice trail off.
"Is it true you haven't had sex for a couple of years?" She went on.
Eight! It has been eight years! Let me explain: My first marriage failed because we were too young to marry. First wife became uninterested in sex at least with me. We had a couple of kids and she decided she needed to 'find herself' which seemed to mean fucking other guys, so we divorced after just seven years. I became a single Dad to a daughter and a son, two wonderful kids that took almost all my time and attention. 12 years later I was still single and more or less celibate the whole time, until I met Laurie. We fell in love and couldn't keep our hands off each other. We had er...relations...almost every day and in almost every room at my house and hers when the kids were with our exes or were fast asleep. I enjoyed her company every moment and I was convinced we were completely compatible, at least sexually.
After our marriage, the sex cooled which I expected and accepted. Gradually sex came less and less often until after 15 years it almost stopped altogether. I would lie in bed with her beside me and run my hand up and down her body and try to arouse her enough to awaken her and have sex. Sometimes it worked, and sometimes it just really pissed her off! The latter became the norm and I got tired of the rejection. I decided that she was right, it was really rude of me to approach her in this way, to 'sneak up on her' as she put it once, By this time she had entered serious menopause and couldn't sleep very well. So I just stopped doing it and well, the sex just stopped.
We still get along well, she's my best friend, but I can't bring it up without initiating a fight, so it is just easier to not bring it up. The last sex we had was eight years ago now. Three or four years ago she announced just matter of factly that she wasn't interested in sex anymore. That wasn't a real surprise since it had been four or five years since we last had sex, so I didn't say anything...a big mistake, I know. I should have blown up, or at least asked why. But I just sat there. Ironically the last time we had sex was incredible: she told me what she liked about how I made love to her, going down on her until she came and then satisfying my need as she rode the wave so to speak. All the while she's telling me this she is rubbing her pussy up and down my leg and the length of my cock while kissing me and whispering in my ear with a husky sexy voice - it makes me hard just writing about it. Then nothing.
But back to the story at hand:
"Yes," I said warily, I honestly was not sure where this was going.
"Crap, Adam, how long has it been for you?" She asked.
