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My name is James and I live in Pennsylvania. I am eighteen and kind of a home body. I played some sports but I also went to dance school where I performed in some musical performances. Although I had friends that I hung with, I was also seen on my bicycle a lot traveling through my large town.
When I got my driver's license, I took it in stride. If my mother needed someone to drive the car, I was able to do it but I rarely asked to take it by myself.
At some previous point, I had been introduced to a young lady, who was slightly younger than me, through a work acquaintance of my mother. The girl was named Wanda but her family nickname was Wren. The girl's family lived next to her aunt who worked with my mother at an office of a manufacturing foundry. Our family had also lived near this neighborhood at one time when I was much younger, so I used to take my bicycle there and get in some riding, due to low car traffic in the area.
Wren and I never really hit it off. She seemed a bit behind for her age but she was friendly. I would sit with her on her front porch and watch the very few cars go by with her. I don't recall ever so much as holding hands with her but she would hug me when I left.
Around the time I received my driver's license, Wren sent me a letter with some recent pictures in it. She went to another high school than I did and had gotten involved with the Stage Team. She wore a full body sports mascot costume and did some halftime stunts by rolling around and doing some ground gymnastics for the varsity football games. Another photo showed her dressed up in costume and make up as a Halloween ghoul at her front door where she gave out candy for the holiday.
My mother inquired about Wren and asked why I was not writing her back. Her aunt had told my mother that Wren was hoping for a response from me. She also said that Wren was having trouble passing her driver's license exam. My mother suggested that I take the car and go visit Wren. The address was not very far away so I did not think that it would take a lot of time.
I pulled up in front of Wren's house and her aunt opened the door and welcomed me in. I was told that Wren was getting ready. The aunt offered me a beverage and I sat in the kitchen with her until Wren appeared. She had on a yellow outfit and had her hair pulled back. Her aunt complimented her and said that she looked beautiful. Wren looked at me for some affirmation as well and I stated that she had really grown up and was now a young woman. Wren beamed at the attention.
It was a little weird this whole scene going Bodrum Escort (http://www.bodrumtranslationoffice.com) back to my mother encouraging me to take the car for a drive and visit, and now the people here were waiting for me, some in costume, but I played along.
"Wren, why don't we take my mother's car around the corner to the neighborhood where I had used to live, and maybe you can practice your driving skills?" I asked her in front of her aunt.
Wren looked a little startled at my suggestion. Her aunt chimed into the conversation that Wren should probably change into some more comfortable clothing if she would be driving in my family vehicle.
The aunt asked me if I would like to go into the sitting room while I waited for Wren. Wren looked at me for a moment, silently nodded and then she went upstairs.
I stood up and walked into the room which had sofas and plush chairs in it. I sat in the middle of a covered couch. It seems like everyone in our town covered their couches in old blankets or throws. This one had a soft denim look and feel to it.
The aunt stood at the doorway and asked if we could talk. I said sure. She then reached up and pulled a darkening fabric cover over the door, which mostly blocked out the light to the entire room. The aunt proceeded to sit next to me on the couch and turned towards me.
"We are really protective of her," said the aunt, referring to Wren. I said that I understood and nodded in agreement to her saying this. "This driver's license test is really bothering Wren. She has been withdrawn and her grades are suffering. I thought that you could get through to her that everything would be alright," the aunt continued.
Maybe it is because I do not play cards with anyone but I am not a very good liar. This disclosure meant that I might have to lie to Wren, for I had no idea if she ever would pass her driver's license test. Who really knows but I hardly knew her myself.
I was quiet for a moment as I thought and the aunt sat there with me quietly in the dark. She took in an audible breath of air and said, "And one more thing..."
Blinking quietly at hearing this, I could only guess at what might next be said.
The aunt was in her mid-50s and on the short side compared to me. She had white hair that she pulled back in a hair bun, with some dark patches closer to her head. She wore a lot of button-up work shirts. She was not in any kind of physical shape for her age with a visible belly and thick thighs on her short legs. However she did have a protruding pair of prominent breasts which she contained with Bodrum Escort Bayan (http://www.bodrumtranslationoffice.com) an old fashioned style bra that made her kind of stick out in points. I might guess that she was a 40D or 42D. Her smile was better than her shape, was a saying that my father had said sometimes.
"Wren had a bad time with a varsity football player last fall when he drove her home after the football game. She left the field wearing her mascot costume and then she did not come back for a while. I had to go and pick her up from someplace later on and all she was wearing was the mascot costume and no clothes underneath. The doctor checked her out and said that she was in a mild form of shock but that she had not been violated as far as he could tell. The whole thing was a mystery to us," the aunt explained.
"Young men like yourself are more than trusted by my family to spend time with Wren but we have to be sure that we know the mindset that you hold when you get out of sight, even if you are just around the corner to the neighborhood that you used to live. We just can't take any chances," the aunt continued.
"I hope that you won't take this personal," said the aunt. She then reached over and put her flat palm on my crotch. I kind of pushed back in my seat at this. It was a startling thing to me.
She rolled her hand right over my cock and it did stiffen from being rolled against my leg. I started to say something and the aunt put her other hand lightly over my mouth. "Wren doesn't know about this," the aunt told me. She then gripped the outline of my engorging cock with her fingers. "Stand up please," the aunt kindly instructed. I did so as asked. She pulled down my sweat pants and examined what I looked like in my underwear. She seemed to approve and the resumed gripping my now-standing cock.
"We don't have all day here so I will use my mouth if you don't object James. Unless you just want to leave altogether. You do not have to see Wren if you do not wish to. We understand the questions that might exist after she came home naked in that football mascot outfit. You don't have to tell us," I was told.
"I would like to stay," I stammered out in reply.
The aunt finished pulling down my underwear and immediately went to placing her lips over my cock as she pulled my hips towards her head with her hands on my buttocks. Her fingers lightly dug into my skin. She was very good at the motion that she established. Some wetness on her cheek showed that she was salivating on my engorged cock which was rapidly filling her mouth. I wondered if Escort Bodrum (http://www.bodrumtranslationoffice.com) she would be able to take my boner deeper into her throat as I pulled her closer to me by the hair bun.
The aunt started to choke a little so I withdrew my hands and she pulled back to reset herself. I needed to get off now so I pulled free from her and sat down on the couch next to her. She sat back and I unbuttoned a few of her work shirt buttons to allow access to my hands to paw at her breasts.
She put her hand on my cock and kept gripping it. I squeezed on her left breast and could feel how full the bra was filled out by the flesh underneath. I could barely make out a hardening of a thick nipple, but it was there. The aunt's breathing changed a little and then she pushed me back and put her head fully into my lap as she took the whole length into her mouth now. I reached down and put my hand on her lower back. As I lowered my hand to her rear end, the aunt kind of pushed my hand away at first but then went back with renewed effort as she face fucked my cock. I could feel the edge of the aunt's panties with my fingers under her pants when the feeling in my groin shifted into liftoff suddenly.
The aunt pulled her head away and used her hand to ejaculate me until my balls were emptied. She still caught the first blast in her mouth and reached for a nearby hand towel to spit into and then finally to wipe down her hands once I completed my full orgasm. What a great day I was suddenly having!
The aunt helped me to stand up and I arranged myself as far as my clothing. The car keys jangled in my pants pocket and I recalled that I would soon be driving with Wren around the corner.
The aunt pulled back the darkening fabric screen and then she buttoned up her own work shirt, which showed the more form-fitting black lacey top that she seemingly hid underneath the work shirt. Nice.
The aunt kind of winked at me ever so slightly and then pointed to the kitchen sink for me to wash up.
The aunt then yelled up the stairs, "Wren, are you ready to go out?"
Wren responded that she would be down in a moment. I finished washing my hands and dried them off.
Wren came down the stairs wearing a more comfortable looking outfit that looked more appropriate on her if we were going to be driving around and not going anywhere.
Her aunt said she looked fine and that she should enjoy herself with me today. Wren smiled and looked at me. I smiled at both of them and walked out of the kitchen door onto the porch, as I held the door open for Wren. Wren said that I was a complete gentleman.
We both got in my family's car and started it up after we put on the seat belts. Wren's aunt was watching and waved to us as we drove away down the quiet street, using the car turn signals to turn left, towards where I had used to live.
(END OF CHAPTER ONE)
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When I got my driver's license, I took it in stride. If my mother needed someone to drive the car, I was able to do it but I rarely asked to take it by myself.
At some previous point, I had been introduced to a young lady, who was slightly younger than me, through a work acquaintance of my mother. The girl was named Wanda but her family nickname was Wren. The girl's family lived next to her aunt who worked with my mother at an office of a manufacturing foundry. Our family had also lived near this neighborhood at one time when I was much younger, so I used to take my bicycle there and get in some riding, due to low car traffic in the area.
Wren and I never really hit it off. She seemed a bit behind for her age but she was friendly. I would sit with her on her front porch and watch the very few cars go by with her. I don't recall ever so much as holding hands with her but she would hug me when I left.
Around the time I received my driver's license, Wren sent me a letter with some recent pictures in it. She went to another high school than I did and had gotten involved with the Stage Team. She wore a full body sports mascot costume and did some halftime stunts by rolling around and doing some ground gymnastics for the varsity football games. Another photo showed her dressed up in costume and make up as a Halloween ghoul at her front door where she gave out candy for the holiday.
My mother inquired about Wren and asked why I was not writing her back. Her aunt had told my mother that Wren was hoping for a response from me. She also said that Wren was having trouble passing her driver's license exam. My mother suggested that I take the car and go visit Wren. The address was not very far away so I did not think that it would take a lot of time.
I pulled up in front of Wren's house and her aunt opened the door and welcomed me in. I was told that Wren was getting ready. The aunt offered me a beverage and I sat in the kitchen with her until Wren appeared. She had on a yellow outfit and had her hair pulled back. Her aunt complimented her and said that she looked beautiful. Wren looked at me for some affirmation as well and I stated that she had really grown up and was now a young woman. Wren beamed at the attention.
It was a little weird this whole scene going Bodrum Escort (http://www.bodrumtranslationoffice.com) back to my mother encouraging me to take the car for a drive and visit, and now the people here were waiting for me, some in costume, but I played along.
"Wren, why don't we take my mother's car around the corner to the neighborhood where I had used to live, and maybe you can practice your driving skills?" I asked her in front of her aunt.
Wren looked a little startled at my suggestion. Her aunt chimed into the conversation that Wren should probably change into some more comfortable clothing if she would be driving in my family vehicle.
The aunt asked me if I would like to go into the sitting room while I waited for Wren. Wren looked at me for a moment, silently nodded and then she went upstairs.
I stood up and walked into the room which had sofas and plush chairs in it. I sat in the middle of a covered couch. It seems like everyone in our town covered their couches in old blankets or throws. This one had a soft denim look and feel to it.
The aunt stood at the doorway and asked if we could talk. I said sure. She then reached up and pulled a darkening fabric cover over the door, which mostly blocked out the light to the entire room. The aunt proceeded to sit next to me on the couch and turned towards me.
"We are really protective of her," said the aunt, referring to Wren. I said that I understood and nodded in agreement to her saying this. "This driver's license test is really bothering Wren. She has been withdrawn and her grades are suffering. I thought that you could get through to her that everything would be alright," the aunt continued.
Maybe it is because I do not play cards with anyone but I am not a very good liar. This disclosure meant that I might have to lie to Wren, for I had no idea if she ever would pass her driver's license test. Who really knows but I hardly knew her myself.
I was quiet for a moment as I thought and the aunt sat there with me quietly in the dark. She took in an audible breath of air and said, "And one more thing..."
Blinking quietly at hearing this, I could only guess at what might next be said.
The aunt was in her mid-50s and on the short side compared to me. She had white hair that she pulled back in a hair bun, with some dark patches closer to her head. She wore a lot of button-up work shirts. She was not in any kind of physical shape for her age with a visible belly and thick thighs on her short legs. However she did have a protruding pair of prominent breasts which she contained with Bodrum Escort Bayan (http://www.bodrumtranslationoffice.com) an old fashioned style bra that made her kind of stick out in points. I might guess that she was a 40D or 42D. Her smile was better than her shape, was a saying that my father had said sometimes.
"Wren had a bad time with a varsity football player last fall when he drove her home after the football game. She left the field wearing her mascot costume and then she did not come back for a while. I had to go and pick her up from someplace later on and all she was wearing was the mascot costume and no clothes underneath. The doctor checked her out and said that she was in a mild form of shock but that she had not been violated as far as he could tell. The whole thing was a mystery to us," the aunt explained.
"Young men like yourself are more than trusted by my family to spend time with Wren but we have to be sure that we know the mindset that you hold when you get out of sight, even if you are just around the corner to the neighborhood that you used to live. We just can't take any chances," the aunt continued.
"I hope that you won't take this personal," said the aunt. She then reached over and put her flat palm on my crotch. I kind of pushed back in my seat at this. It was a startling thing to me.
She rolled her hand right over my cock and it did stiffen from being rolled against my leg. I started to say something and the aunt put her other hand lightly over my mouth. "Wren doesn't know about this," the aunt told me. She then gripped the outline of my engorging cock with her fingers. "Stand up please," the aunt kindly instructed. I did so as asked. She pulled down my sweat pants and examined what I looked like in my underwear. She seemed to approve and the resumed gripping my now-standing cock.
"We don't have all day here so I will use my mouth if you don't object James. Unless you just want to leave altogether. You do not have to see Wren if you do not wish to. We understand the questions that might exist after she came home naked in that football mascot outfit. You don't have to tell us," I was told.
"I would like to stay," I stammered out in reply.
The aunt finished pulling down my underwear and immediately went to placing her lips over my cock as she pulled my hips towards her head with her hands on my buttocks. Her fingers lightly dug into my skin. She was very good at the motion that she established. Some wetness on her cheek showed that she was salivating on my engorged cock which was rapidly filling her mouth. I wondered if Escort Bodrum (http://www.bodrumtranslationoffice.com) she would be able to take my boner deeper into her throat as I pulled her closer to me by the hair bun.
The aunt started to choke a little so I withdrew my hands and she pulled back to reset herself. I needed to get off now so I pulled free from her and sat down on the couch next to her. She sat back and I unbuttoned a few of her work shirt buttons to allow access to my hands to paw at her breasts.
She put her hand on my cock and kept gripping it. I squeezed on her left breast and could feel how full the bra was filled out by the flesh underneath. I could barely make out a hardening of a thick nipple, but it was there. The aunt's breathing changed a little and then she pushed me back and put her head fully into my lap as she took the whole length into her mouth now. I reached down and put my hand on her lower back. As I lowered my hand to her rear end, the aunt kind of pushed my hand away at first but then went back with renewed effort as she face fucked my cock. I could feel the edge of the aunt's panties with my fingers under her pants when the feeling in my groin shifted into liftoff suddenly.
The aunt pulled her head away and used her hand to ejaculate me until my balls were emptied. She still caught the first blast in her mouth and reached for a nearby hand towel to spit into and then finally to wipe down her hands once I completed my full orgasm. What a great day I was suddenly having!
The aunt helped me to stand up and I arranged myself as far as my clothing. The car keys jangled in my pants pocket and I recalled that I would soon be driving with Wren around the corner.
The aunt pulled back the darkening fabric screen and then she buttoned up her own work shirt, which showed the more form-fitting black lacey top that she seemingly hid underneath the work shirt. Nice.
The aunt kind of winked at me ever so slightly and then pointed to the kitchen sink for me to wash up.
The aunt then yelled up the stairs, "Wren, are you ready to go out?"
Wren responded that she would be down in a moment. I finished washing my hands and dried them off.
Wren came down the stairs wearing a more comfortable looking outfit that looked more appropriate on her if we were going to be driving around and not going anywhere.
Her aunt said she looked fine and that she should enjoy herself with me today. Wren smiled and looked at me. I smiled at both of them and walked out of the kitchen door onto the porch, as I held the door open for Wren. Wren said that I was a complete gentleman.
We both got in my family's car and started it up after we put on the seat belts. Wren's aunt was watching and waved to us as we drove away down the quiet street, using the car turn signals to turn left, towards where I had used to live.
(END OF CHAPTER ONE)
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