Chapter 2: I’m going to miss you too, sweetie

Hitting puberty later than the other boys in my class, I soon discovered most of the guys had already been dating and forming relationships with the girls. My shyness toward the opposite sex might have also been the result of being viewed as a mama’s boy. I didn’t look at myself in that way, but I think others did. The truth was that Mom and Aunt Paula took up most of my free time. They focused the weekends on taking me places, keeping me busy, and making my life enjoyable. As a result, I didn’t even make an attempt to date girls in school.

While my interest in girls increased, I found myself becoming more uncomfortable when my aunt helped me with my homework, especially when she’d wear shorts. My gaze lingered on Paula’s long, shapely legs longer, and when she pressed her body into mine, looking over my shoulder to check my work, shivers of excitement ran through me. I tried my best not to appear interested in her as I knew that wasn’t appropriate and it’d undoubtedly harm our relationship if she caught me leering at her.

I soon began seeing Mom and my aunt in a whole new light. They were unbelievably hot women, and I was amazed I hadn’t realized it before. As a result, I began squeezing and pumping my hard prick after they left each night, feeling waves of guilt afterward. I promised myself I’d have to start dating girls my age to quell my inappropriate urges.

Paula’s wedding arrived way too quickly, and I would dearly miss the smell of her hair and perfume, along with the frequent flashes of her sexy body, but I was also happy for her. She appeared to be looking forward to moving forward in her life.

Mom had bought me a suit to wear at the wedding, and since Mom and Dad were both in the wedding party, as maid of honor and best man, I was seated in the front row with a couple of Paula’s friends from work. I didn’t mind as they were cute and probably flirted with me more than they should have, considering I was only fourteen.

Mom and my aunt were by far the most beautiful women at the wedding. Paula looked stunning in her form-fitting, strapless white bridal gown that hugged her curves perfectly. Mom was adorned in the same style, showing off her bare shoulders and upper chest, but hers was blue, which accented her dark brown hair and eyes. My gaze was riveted on them throughout the entire ceremony, reveling in their beauty.

At the reception, I stuffed myself with cake and punch, while couples danced. After a few songs, Dad and Mom traded partners with Paula and Dave for one song, before they joined me at the table. Neither Dad nor Dave seemed eager to continue on the dance floor, but some of the nurses took pity on Mom and Paula and whisked them out to the floor.

When one of the nurses tried to drag me onto the floor, Paula caught my frightened look, as I had no idea how to dance. She stepped in to protect me, as always. “He’s dancing with me tonight,” she said firmly. “And I’m the bride, so I should have priority.”

The nurse skittered off to approach another victim, unfazed by her rejection.

Paula stood, held her hand out, and said, “I made a promise, so I’d better keep it. Up and at ‘em, Jimmy.”

“Auntie, I don’t have a clue how to dance,” I confessed.

“Don’t worry, sweetie. We’ll just hold hands and fake it. Do this for me, please?” she pleaded.

I nodded my approval, stood, and walked with her out to the floor. Turning to me, she guided one of my hands to her waist and held my other. Her free hand rested on my shoulder. “Just shift your feet back and forth, sweetie. No one will notice,” she instructed, her wide smile setting me at ease, as it had always done.

We swayed back and forth, and then, without warning, a wave of despair washed through me. She’d soon move in with my Uncle Dave, and I wouldn’t see her any longer. She was my best friend, the person I could confide in about anything. The pressure behind my eyes built, and no matter how hard I tried or blinked, a few tears escaped and ran down my cheeks. “How pathetic am I?” I thought. “I’m fourteen, dammit, and shouldn’t be crying like a baby.”

I couldn’t hide it from her, as her gaze had been on my face the entire time. Her expression saddened as she leaned into me, and whispered, “What’s wrong, sweetie? Is the dance embarrassing you?”

“No,” I replied, a little too quickly. “I’m going to miss you, Auntie. I always look forward to being with you every night, and now you’ll live somewhere else. I know it’s selfish and I should be happy for you, but I can’t help it.”

She released my hand, wrapped her arm around me, and pulled me close, very close. The side of my head was pressed against the soft, full swell of her breast, just above the neckline of her dress. Her hand held my head, pressing it tightly to her chest. The warmth and plush softness of her body made my ear sink into her flesh.

“I’m going to miss you too, sweetie,” she whispered. “I treasure every moment I’ve spent with you, but I’m not moving to another state. I promise I’ll be over to see you, and you can always come visit with Dave and me. He’s your uncle now, and it’d mean a lot to me if you spent time with him, also.”

All too soon, the song ended, and Paula eased me back, wrapped her arm through mine, and led me back to our table.