Author's note: I've not been writing much lately, so this was a quick stroke story to "unclog the pipes," proverbially. It's not intended to be realistic or a great story, but I needed to put something out.
I hated being at Aunt Jeanine's. My parents would make me go there every stupid summer when they went on their big long camping trips for two weeks. I don't know why they always went to stupid Minnesota when there were so many closer places they could go that were way nicer, but it was every single year for some reason, like they couldn't get enough of that spot and the surrounding area. Not only that, but I was 18 now, for god's sake, and I was a decent guy, a good student, I lettered in both basketball and track, and I really didn't do a lot of dumb things. I could be trusted alone for several years, but when I made this point to my mom and dad, they were having none of it and insisted that I was going to Jeanine's yet again.
Aunt Jeanine was fine, nice enough, I did really like her, but she wasn't used to entertaining young people. She wasn't particularly homey or much of a cook. Her home betrayed exactly what she was, a long-single woman who obviously was enjoying her "cougar phase" of life. She had a deluxe bar which I wasn't allowed to touch, a hot tub that I really wasn't interested in, and her wifi package didn't even lend itself to gaming. She was just this long-widowed gal who played the field and didn't seem to understand me very well. My only release at her place was her workout room, which was quite frankly spectacular, and me being an athlete, I tried to use it as much as possible.
On the other hand, she had been one of my most secret masturbation fantasies for years, which ramped up my discomfort. She was 7 years older than my mom at 55, but due to decent living and a bit of judicious aftermarket alterations, she could have passed for her mid 30's easily. She had red hair down past her shoulders in a nice do that framed her face well, big sparkling hazel eyes that went from blue to green, a very pretty face complete with high cheekbones and plump lips, and to top it off one of the most rocking bodies I've ever seen on a woman in my life. I'd stolen looks and furtive sniffs of her undies over my the years, but when I found out that her 40G cup breasts were the result of a reduction rather than an enhancement, I almost felt sick. What, I wondered, had they been like before? Add to that a narrower waist, wide hips, and an ass that seemed like she was built for doggystyle and serious pounding, and I often found myself so focused on her eyelashes I could practically count the crumbs of mascara on them in an attempt not to stare.
Not that I wanted to acknowledge that particular bit of deviant thinking too much. Mom, Jeanine, and their mother all had TITS, and the last thing I wanted to ruminate on was their build, as it seemed way too Oedipal for me to admit with any comfort. But while I typically pursued the hard-bodied track girls, the truth is that women like Jeanine got my blood boiling and my dick hard quickly. Ironically, it was one of those athletic girls that set me on my way towards my eventual odd destiny.
One of the good things about Jeanine is that she didn't mind if I took off here and there, and was cool with not ratting me out to my parents provided I didn't come home slobbering drunk or something similarly stupid. I was waiting for my girlfriend Cat to come pick me up so we could go to a party at Billy Bower's house, standing outside, when she sent me a text.
Cat: Tommy, I cant come get you. I don't think we should go to the parti
'Great, she's tipsy already,' I thought, as Cat's grammar was always perfect until she got a few drinks in her.
Me: Why not?
Cat: Im sorry but I want to see other people. I'm sorry to tell you like this but I can't talk abotu it right now. I'll talk to you later.
Me: What?! Is this some kind of sick joke?
Cat: No, I'm sorry. I'll talk to you later
Me: Cat, call me please
Me: After 7 months together shouldn't we at least talk?
Me: CAT
The bubble delayed for a second and then turned green. Dammit. She turned her phone off.
What the actual fuck just happened? I looked up, stunned. My phone chimed again, and I looked down. It was a message from my friend Elaina.
Elaina: Hey, are you and Cat okay?
Me: I don't think so. She just sent me some weird text messages about wanting to break up.
Two seconds later, she called. "Hey Tommy," she said with a rueful tone.
"What's going on?" I said with a slight edge I tried to muffle.
"I...I don't know how to tell you this, but I think Cat...look, she went into a room with Daryl Crabbe about an hour ago, and then I saw her dash out desperately and hit her phone on the back porch. I didn't know what to make of it, and at first I didn't want to assume they were even doing anything bad, but she definitely came out looking pretty...uh, well, like she just got fucked. I'm...Tommy, I'm...I'm sorry to be the one to tell you."
I felt like someone just hit me in the spine with a bat. I had no breath, no words. I was just...numb.
"Tommy...Tommy I'm sorry..." she said.
I breathed deeply, counting to myself. I couldn't let myself break down. Not now. "Yeah, Elaina. Thank you. You're a good friend, and I appreciate you telling me. It couldn't have been easy. I'm...I'm going to go. Run off some frustration. I'll call you tomorrow, okay?"
I hung up, turned my phone off before she or anyone else could check in on me, and promptly screamed into the arm of my jacket as hard as I could.
I stared up at the sky, unsure what to do. Seven months! Seven months of my senior year I wasted on that girl! I could have been swimming in the cheer and dance squad girls, but instead I was with that dumb girl who insisted she wanted to go to college with me and play house living together and I had put up with her annoying vegetarian rants and lack of giving head for...seven months I wasted!
I was pissed, and walked back into the house, past Jeanine sitting on the sofa.
"You okay Tommy?" she asked as I stormed inside.
"Yeah, great," I muttered as I blew past her, whipping my leather jacket off and throwing it on the bed. I looked down at my button up, and realizing Cat had given me that, I pulled it off quickly as well. I paused, trying to collect myself, closing my eyes and breathing deeply.
"You look ready to snap a neck," she said from behind me, and I turned around to face her. Jeanine was leaning against the doorframe to my room, a highball glass in hand. Judging from her coloring and speech, I gauged her to be about two or three cocktails into the evening. She paused, glancing down at my torso. "Damn, Tommy, when did you become such a young stud? I bet you have to beat them off with a stick."
I mildly smirked for half a second at the comment, but then replied "Well, the only one I've been letting in to my radius the last few months just broke up with me. I heard she's been cheating on me."
Aunt Jeanine covered her mouth with her free hand, then quickly set her drink down and came over to me, wrapping me up in a sweet, but a bit close hug. As per usual, her enormous tits crushed against me, which was damn distracting, as was her perfume. Her hips moved a bit towards mine, and I tried to pull away a bit lest she figure out that her proximity was causing certain results, but that made he pull me in even tighter. I was slightly mortified, but she made like she noticed nothing through my casual slacks. If anything, she lingered more, then pulled back and gave me a warm look, reaching up and brushing my hair over a bit.
"Okay, come with me," she declared, taking me by the hand into the living room. She sat me down at the bar, going behind it, pulling out a glass, scooping in some ice from her counter ice maker, and then pouring some whiskey and a mixer into the glass. As she stirred, she tilted her head, looked at me, then put another splash of whiskey in, and then pulled out two shot glasses she filled with tequila. She lifted one and indicated a toast. We clinked glasses and then downed our shots. I could tell, despite the slight kick, that this was expensive liquor.
