My Aunt Vivian was definitely different than most of the other supposedly normal members of our family. I remember, as a child, my mother and father would sometimes talk about her in hushed tones, glancing nervously in my direction, to see if I was listening. I was, but pretended not to be. Aunt Vivian had been married to my uncle for a little over ten-years and after they got divorced she just stayed in the family fold. My uncle on the other hand, took off for parts unknown and had little to do with the family from then on.
Frankly, from a very young age I always thought that Vivian was nothing short of wonderful. She was still young, very pretty with long black hair and sharp, feminine features that made her look exotically beautiful. She was, at times, a little brash. Sometimes drank a little too much, smoked unfiltered Camel cigarettes and loved to laugh. At most family gatherings she always seemed to wear revealing clothing that caused nervous glances from all of the other women in the family. So often my mother would roll her eyes at my father when Aunt Vivian had her back turned.
For as long as I could remember I liked to be around her. She always talked to me as if I was an adult rather than a child, and I sensed that she liked me better than my brothers and sister. At least I hoped that that was so. It was Vivian from whom I had heard my first dirty joke. It didn't matter that I was too young to truly understand the humor. It was Vivian who secretly let me have a tiny sip of her beer when I was only seven and made me swear, "On a stack of rats!" as she put it, that I wouldn't tell my mother. If I got to stay at her house overnight when my parents went away, it was Vivian who would let me stay up all night to watch scary movies. For as long as I can remember I guess I've always had a childish crush on her.
It had been whispered in the family for years that Vivian was suspected of being a nudist but no one in the family had the courage to actually come out and ask her if it was true - so the rumors just persisted. I realize now that Vivian was always aware of the rumors and she simply made the most of it. At all of the many family gatherings we had I would fight to sit next to her. She would always have something to say about one of the other adults in the room. "Get a load of that get-up that uncle Louie got on," she'd say under her breath as she bumped me in the ribs with her elbow, "looks like he just got shook out of the charity bag!"
One afternoon in July, when I was about nineteen, I dropped by Vivian's house unannounced and knocked on her front door but there was no answer. The door was unlocked and without giving it much thought I went in with the intent of leaving a note for her on the kitchen table. As I crossed the living room I looked out the windows onto the patio and there was Vivian lying completely nude on a lounge chair in the sun. The radio on the table next to her was playing loudly which explained why she didn't hear me knock. Her eyes were closed and looked as if she might be asleep. I stood frozen in my tracks as I looked out on her very lovely body. I think it was the first woman's body that I had ever really seen. Her breasts were full and round with very large nipples and her smooth thighs led erotically up to a large patch of her dark pubic hair. I wanted to turn and run and at the same time I wanted to stay and be with her. My legs began to shake with the fear that she would wake up and find me looking at her and at the same time my young cock began to tingle as I began to get an erection. I stood there for as long as I could, taking-in every inch of her body. For so many years as I was growing up I had secretly tried to imagine what Vivian looked like in the nude and now here she was - and she was more than I had ever imagined.
I left her house a quietly as I came in and I immediately went home and locked myself in the bathroom and jacked-off while the vision on her naked body was still fresh in my mind. Closing my eyes I clumsily tried to make my hand feel like, what I could only imagine, was her pussy around my cock - with less than exciting results. From that moment on the girls I met and even the ones that I already knew never matched up to Vivian. Which, looking back, was ok because at sixteen I wasn't much of a prize myself!
After high school I went off to college several hundred miles from home and I only saw Vivian on holidays an for a few weeks during summer vacation. But she was Vivian, and when I did see her, she was always as fun as ever. Thinking back, I realize that during those years, every time I tried to imagine what a woman should look like, I imagined the vision that was burned into my mind that day I saw Vivian lying naked on the lounge chair in the sun. When I finally graduated from college I came home for a few weeks stay before I was to leave with my college roommate to spend the summer in Europe. Looking back, I realize that during that time at home I tried to spend as much time at Vivian's house as I could. Things were changing though I didn't see it at first. I had finally matured in Vivian's eyes. Even though I don't think she was aware of it, she began to show a different side of herself to me. One that was bold, confident, very feminine, and a little bawdy. She was treating me differently than she did while I was growing-up…now she treated me like a man.
One warm afternoon I went over to her house and she and I ended up sitting out on her patio drinking beer and talking about what really went on in the family while I was gone away to college. Her hair was cascading down on her shoulders and she was wearing a casual, low-cut, wrap-around dress made of a silky floral print material that almost looked like a short bathrobe. It was held closed at the waist by a white belt. It was easy to see that she wasn't wearing a bra and each time she reached for her glass on the table I got a glimpse of her beautiful firm breast almost to the nipple. As we sat there talking I couldn't help remembering the image of her lovely naked body from the time I had seen it so many years before.
We talked about the girls I had dated in college and she asked me if I had met anyone special. I replied, quite awkwardly, that I hadn't and she seemed surprised. Pressing the point, she asked me if I had met, or been out with any particular girl that I liked better than the others. I thought for a moment before I answered then began to describe a girl that really didn't exist. Well, in a way she didn't exist, because the girl I was describing was actually Vivian, yet I was trying to be careful not to let her know.
"She sounds interesting," She said when I was finished. I felt that I hadn't been clever at all and she knew what I was doing and I could almost feel myself turning red.
