Chapter 3: I’d do anything for you, sweetie.

Before I could sit, Mom jumped up and said, “My turn. Thanks for warming him up, sis.” They both giggled as Mom pulled me out to the floor.

Assuming the same position, she gave me that look. The one that meant she wanted me to talk.

“What, Mom?” I asked, hoping she wouldn’t pursue it, but she did anyway.

“When you were dancing with Paula, I could tell something was bothering you. I know you’re very close to your aunt, but you know that you can talk to me about anything, right?” she asked, in a reassuring, comforting tone.

“It’s a little embarrassing,” I admitted. “I know I should be happy about her marriage, but I’m going to miss her so much. I just felt overwhelmed. It was dumb, but I’ll get past it,” I said, softly, not very convincingly.

“I know exactly how you’re feeling, sweetie,” she whispered, moving her hand behind my head and pulling me to her the same way my aunt did. “I’m going to miss her, too.”

We swayed to the music and too soon for my liking, she gently pushed me back, looked into my eyes, and said, “Their house is only a few blocks away. I’m sure she’ll come visit us often, and I’ll step up in her place and help you with your homework. I’ve been wanting to become more involved anyway, so this is a good thing. I hope I can fill her shoes and take her place.”

“I know. It’s dumb,” I said. “She voiced the same thing and gave me an open invitation to visit them, wanting me to get to know my new uncle.”

By the time we made it home, it was time for bed. After Mom came in to say goodnight and left, I threw off my covers and began stroking my cock to the memories of the evening. When my prick jerked with my orgasm, globs of cum spewed out and landed on my stomach. I watched in shock at the puddles of sperm on me. It was the first time fluid had come out since I’d begun masturbating. It felt so damn good that I did it again, saddened by only a drop coming out on my second time.

Mom lived up to her promise and took over for my aunt, helping me with my homework, along with just chatting and going over my day. Paula still came over a day or two each week and was always in high spirits, happier than I’d ever seen her, so maybe their marriage was better than I’d originally thought.

When I visited Paula and Dave at their home, I chuckled to myself, seeing my uncle settled into his recliner all evening, just as my dad did in his. Paula would sit with me on the couch, and while we watched TV, she would ask me how my studies were going and what else I was doing in my spare time. While Dave rarely asked me any questions, he didn’t seem perturbed at all that his wife was paying all of her attention to me.

When I turned sixteen, I began dating, but only to movies or out to a restaurant, nothing heavy. I wasn’t very confident and still a virgin, so I didn’t want to embarrass myself. That lasted until I neared my eighteenth birthday, when I was determined to become a man.

Carol, a nice looking girl who shared most of my classes, had always been friendly toward me and knowing her reputation to be easy, I asked her out. She said yes right away, and after a few dates, she hinted at taking it further. During an embarrassing confession, I admitted to being a virgin and told her I’d understand if she’d no longer want to date me.

She consoled me and acted even more affectionate toward me and knowing my eighteenth birthday was coming up, she promised a night I’d remember forever. She laid on a passionate kiss on me to seal our deal. My heart raced with the knowledge I’d be losing my virginity, but also feared my inexperience would dampen the event.

During Paula’s visit on Tuesday night, I confessed to her about Carol and how she wanted to advance our relationship. Paula sat me down on my bed, pulled up a chair, and sat opposite me. She held my hands, and what started out as a birds-and-bees speech was actually something entirely different. She explained how to respect a woman, how to recognize signs that she is saying no, and how to never step over that boundary.

She emphasized the need to always treat a woman as if she were the most precious thing ever, and then went on to discuss diseases and unwanted pregnancies. She reached into her purse, pulled out a strip of condoms, and handed them to me. “Promise me you’ll always wear one of these, sweetie. I’ll buy some more and put them in your end table, but it’s very easy to ruin the rest of your life if you’re not careful.” She held the sides of my head, holding it steady, looked into my eyes, and asked, “Do you understand, Jimmy?”

“I promise, Auntie. Thanks for talking to me. I can’t imagine discussing this stuff with Mom. It’s embarrassing enough with you, but I trust you completely.”

She pecked me on the forehead, and said, “You know you can talk to me about anything, right? I’d do anything for you, sweetie.”

Armed with my protection and the pep talk from my aunt, I watched some more porn so I wouldn’t be a total loser before joining up with Carol. My birthday fell on a Thursday, so I couldn’t celebrate it with her until the weekend. Her parents had gone out to a movie, so she invited me over to her house.

She eagerly helped rid me of my virginity that night, and between bouts, she told me I was better than most of the boys she’d gone out with, although I suspected she’d said that to boost my confidence. I did manage to cum three times in the few hours we were together and she’d had more orgasms than that, unless she was faking it, but by the way her pussy contracted on my cock, I had the feeling she really did enjoy our time together.

We went out several more times, but I found it a little less rewarding each time. After that first night, she never wanted to continue after our first orgasm, and she always found a reason for me to leave soon afterward. I had the feeling she was only doing it for an obligation after a meal or movie.