Tiara dragged herself in to work the next day. She was completely worn out after the sexual marathon with Larry the night before. As she grabbed coffee and fell into her desk chair, her co-workers, Cathy and Vera, were smirking in the next room. Cathy said, "Looks like Larry wore our boss out last night, Vera." Vera smiled and nodded her head, but kept quiet. Cathy thought that this really wasn't like Vera not comment on Tiara's sexual exhaustion.
The two women talked for a few more minutes and then Vera grabbed the book cart and pushed it own one of the isles to restock the books. Cathy walked to Tiara and smirked down at her, "Good morning Tiara. How was your night last night? You look tired."
"Ha ha, very funny, Cathy. I have to admit that that young man wears this old lady out." She paused for a few seconds and then broke into a huge grin. "But oh, how I love the way he wears me out."
The two women laughed, and then Cathy said, "Tiara, Vera and I knew the first time that you and Larry jumped in the sack. It changed you. You became more relaxed. You smiled more when you were sitting by yourself." Tiara grinned at her friend and co-worker, as she continued, "And now, Vera is acting the same way."
Tiara perked right up and asked, "What? Do you think she has a new boyfriend? Come on, Cathy. Let's have the details."
"Well, that's just it. I don't know, but I'm really anxious to start kidding her."
A few minutes before the library opened, the three women were together at the front desk, and Cathy saw her opening. "Hey Vera. Do you remember how you and me figured out as soon as Tiara was getting her little black pussy serviced by the way she acted?" Vera smiled and nodded as Tiara's jaw almost hit the floor in shock from her friend's language. Cathy paused for a moment and then said, "Well, now you're acting the same way so we were just wondering who is plowing your field?"
Tiara looked in shock at her friend again while Vera turned red with embarrassment. After a few uncomfortable seconds, Vera mumbled, "It's . . . it's not what you th-think. I, uh . . . I have my sisters youngest staying with me for the summer because he couldn't find a job in Springfield. So I've been kind of busy with him since he got here last week."
Tiara and Cathy looked at each other. Cathy turned and said, "Seriously? You're not in love with some hot stud?" Vera shook her head no. "Damn!" She exclaimed. "For a minute there I thought you would be coming in here looking as whipped as Tiara in the morning." All the women laughed, and then Tiara walked away to unlock the door and open the library.
Vera was nervous all day long at having barely dodging a bullet. She thought back to her sister's call a few weeks ago. "Sis? Hey Vera. I have a huge favor to ask you. Johnny can't find a summer job in Springfield so Frank talked to one of his contacts and got him on at the aluminum processing plant near you. I was wondering if he could . . . "
"Yes, Mary. Of course, he can stay with me over the summer. I'll enjoy having him here."
"Thank you, Vera. Will your neighborhood be OK with a young black kid living with you? I know he'll take care of any jobs that you need done around the house."
"Ah, sis, don't worry about it. It will be fine." When Vera hung up, she thought of her adopted nephew Johnny. Mary and Frank adopted him when he was just ten years old. Their other children were 13 and 15 years old, and when they had an opportunity to adopt the young black boy, they jumped at the opportunity and never looked back. Their other children loved their adopted brother. Their oldest son was now 24, and employed as a teacher and their daughter is 22 and is a corporate secretary.
When Johnny was dropped off by his mother, Vera smiled at she looked at the big black boy. He had grown into a good looking thin six-foot-tall young man. He had a nice smile. As he hugged her, he said, "Hi Aunt Vera. Thanks for putting me up for the summer. I'll pay my way. I promise."
"Oh nonsense, Johnny. I'm looking forward to having you here. And I'm sorry I missed your 18
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birthday last week. I'll give you your present at dinner time when we have cake and your favorite ice cream." Johnny grinned and hugged his aunt again.
After dinner, Johnny went to his room to unpack and get ready for his first day of work tomorrow. As he unpacked, he thought of his favorite aunt. He knew Vera worked in a library. She certainly dressed like a librarian -- frumpy, baggy clothes. Heavy sweaters in the winter, long dresses or skirts, baggy pants and comfortable shoes. No wonder she never got married.
After unpacking, he put on shorts and an old tee shirt and came back to the living room. He entered the room quietly and noticed his aunt bent over in the corner rearranging something. But what held his attention was her big ass. She had changed into a house coat that was probably knee length, but was most of the way up her thighs as she bent over. He thought her pale legs weren't too bad. When she stood and turned around, he looked at his aunt in a completely different light. She was only about 5'2" tall, and was actually kind of cute for an old lady. He thought he remembered his Mother saying that Aunt Vera was 35 years-old. The house coat fit tighter across her breasts than her blouses, and her realized that she had a nice pair of tits.
As he stood there trying to guess her measurements, he inadvertently got a smirk on his face. Vera asked, "What are you smirking at, Johnny?" He didn't answer and appeared to be in a trance so she asked again, "Johnny? Johnny, what are you looking at?"
"Uh, well uh . . . Errr, uh, I was, uh, just . . . . " He wrinkled his brow and thought, "I would guess she's a 38-28-42 with a C or D cup." He finally regained his senses and said, "I was just thinking that I've never seen you in anything but your prudish library clothes before."
"Prudish! Prudish?? What do you mean my prudish clothes?" She smirked at him as he broke out laughing.
"Come on Aunt Vera. You know you dress like an old lady librarian."
