How The Women Got Plastered and Patrick Got Busted

by Lubrican

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Chapter Five

Of them all, I expected Aunt Christy to be the most reserved. She didn't have any children yet either, but she looked like a Soccer Mom, to me. She had dark brown hair, that she kept cut short. She was very pragmatic about most things. She worked at a Doctor's office, but she wasn't a nurse. She did something with medical records. She didn't dress flashy, or anything like that. She looked like what I expected Randi to look like when she was ten years older.

What I didn't know about Aunt Christy was that, when she married Danny, she was a virgin. Not only was she a virgin, she had never seen another man's body, and had never let any of her boyfriends do anything more than grab a quick feel, and kiss her for hours. When her sister's husband had tried to divest her of her virginity at that New Year's Eve party, he was the first man to shove his hand in her panties. He'd been in the act of getting naked, when she screamed. Danny, who was just a friend of his, and who had come along to the party because he had nothing better to do, arrived like the knight on a white charger that he really was, and saved Christy's bacon. Or muffin. Or peach. Or Cherry.

It's amazing now many slang names there are for pussy that have to do with food.

Anyway, after the excitement was all over, and Aunt Vanessa had dragged her husband out of the house by his ear, Aunt Christy had reacted to the whole thing in a way nobody in the world would have expected. Basically, she almost gave up to Danny, what he had barged in to protect. It turned out he was old fashioned, and wouldn't do it, and she was hooked on him for life. They started going out, and she badgered him into marrying her so she could give him her virginity.

So, when my Aunt Christy went upstairs to have her breasts photographed, she was going to show them to a man other than Danny, which was a first, for her. She spoke female, so she was also aware that she might get to see evidence that she was desirable ... evidence that, in the past, she had intentionally avoided seeing. Not counting Danny, of course.

She had also worn a dress that night, but not for the same reason Aunt Vanessa had. She'd done it because she wanted to look nice, and she thought she looked nicer in a dress. She was simple like that, and very pragmatic.

She was sitting on the bed when I came in. I was dressed in newer, if a little looser shorts. The first thing she looked at was the front of those shorts. I'd laid my little problem to one side, and he made a horizontal line across the front of the shorts. Aunt Christy blushed furiously, and moved her hands to lay them in her lap. She looked more nervous than any of the others.

"You okay?" I asked, not wanting her to get upset.

She blinked at me. "I'm fine," she said, her voice a little breathy. "I've just never done anything like this before."

"Neither have I," I said.

"Yes you have," she said instantly.

Like I said, she was very pragmatic, almost literal minded.

"Yes," I agreed, when I realized what she was talking about. "But not with you."

"Of course not," she said.

I saw trouble on the horizon. Aunt Christy had always treated me well, but more like I wasn't there, most of the time.

"You don't really have to do this, if you don't want to," I said.

"Yes I do," she said, again, instantly. "I agreed to do it."

"Yeah," I said, "But I don't want to ..."

"Just tell me what to do!" she barked.

I would find out later that Aunt Christy had a kinky side to her, that only Danny knew about. It was a weird kind of thing where she thought about stuff happening to her, that she didn't want to happen to her, except that she did. What it amounted to was that if somebody told her to do something, that was okay. She couldn't do it on her own, because that would mean she was a bad girl. But if somebody told her to, and she secretly wanted to anyway ... then that was okay.

There was a lot more going on with Christy, while we did this, than there was with anybody else. I didn't understand that then, but she had told me to tell her what to do, so I did.

"You'll have to take off your dress," I said.

"All of it?" she asked, her eyes going round.

"Well, I guess you could just undo it, and let it fall around your hips," I said.

"No, I'll take it off," she said, blushing. "I wasn't planning on this part, though."

She stood up, turned around to face away from me, and took her dress off. She was wearing a basic pair of matching white panties and bra ... nothing sexy ... but of a modern design. She had a classical hour glass figure, with wide shoulders, moving to a narrow waist, and hips that seemed to just explode out from there.

She looked back over her shoulder at me. Her eyes looked funny, kind of dreamy like.

"What now?"

"Take your bra off?" I said, not quite a command.

"Yes!" she said. "Okay ... take my bra off."

Her hand reached around behind her, in that impossible way women have of reaching the middle of their back, and her fingers flicked at the catch of her bra. It did the same spring forward thing that Grandma's had done, and she did the same shrugging thing that made it flop down into her hands. She was still facing away from me. She held the bra in her hand, and her head lowered. She didn't do anything at all ... just stood there, like she was ashamed, or something. I almost expected her to grab her clothes and run out of the room, but she didn't.

"What should I do with it?" she asked.

I was confused, at that point.

"Put it on the bed," I said, for lack of anything else to say.

She did so immediately, and stood there again. I began to realize she wasn't going to do anything at all, unless I actually told her to.

"Go over by the drapes," I said.

She walked there immediately.

"Turn around."

She did, and her hands came to cover her breasts. Her eyes went to the front of my pants again.

"I can't take the pictures if you cover them up," I said softly. "Put your hands down."

Her hands almost shot down to her sides, and she sucked in her stomach. That made her breasts push out at me.

Aunt Christy's breasts were different. They were round, like Randi's, but bigger. There were no panty hose involved with her breasts. They had simply pushed her tight skin straight out, to form two halves of a huge soft ball, with light brown nipples on them that stuck straight out. Those nipples were longer than anybody else's, thought they weren't as fat as Grandma's. They looked hard and rubbery. Her areolas were lighter brown than the nipples, but definitely brown, and not pink. Her breasts looked hard as a rock, with no place to even try to put a pencil. She was standing so ramrod straight that it looked uncomfortable.

"Pat?" her voice was barely above a whisper.

"Yes?"

"This is embarrassing."

I tried the same thing with her that I'd said to her sister. "Don't be embarrassed. You're really very beautiful."

"You shouldn't say that," she said. She seemed to be having a hard time breathing.

"Why not?" I asked. "It's true."

"Nobody besides Danny has ever seen me like this," she whispered.

"Danny is very lucky," I said.

"Are you going to take the pictures?" she asked, hoarsely.

"Yes," I said, somehow feeling like I had control over her. I didn't know where that came from. "Just stand there, while I frame the shots in my mind."

"Okay," she said instantly.

I walked to the side, and looked at those bulging, tight mounds. They looked so different, that what I actually thought about was that there really would be choices for the men to make, when they saw all these pictures. While all of these breasts were from the same genetic line, they didn't look at all the same. There were similarities, but they were different too.

"Lift your arms over your head," I said.

She did so immediately. The shape of her breasts didn't change one bit, though they rose on her chest a little.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Nothing," I said. "You can let your arms down again."

She did that instantly too. I started taking pictures. I took more of her than I needed to too.

I told her I was done, and she just stood there.

"Can I ask you something?" she asked.

"Sure."

"Do you promise you'll never tell anybody I asked you this?"

"Okay," I said, rewinding the film.

"Are you ... um ... hard right now?"

Don't ask me how I knew to act outraged. It was just a feeling.

"Aunt Christy!" I said, almost a gasp.

She flushed bright red, clear down to her nipples. They looked even longer and harder now, than they had when we started. You could hang a necklace off of them, if you wanted to.

"I know," she said miserably. "Never mind."

"Yes, I am," I said, wondering how she'd react.

"For me?" she squeaked.

"I guess so," I said, losing a bit of my bravado.

"Ohhhhhhh," she moaned. Her fingers twitched, at her sides. I remembered Randi, squeezing one of her nipples, after I had taken her pictures ... and Aunt Vanessa, getting wet ... down there. My genius mind finally caught up with at least some of what was happening.

"It's okay to be excited," I said softly. "The others got excited too."

Her head swiveled and her eyes stared straight into mine.

"They did?" she squeaked.

I nodded. "You're a beautiful, sexy woman. I can't help but see that ... like this."

"You can never, ever tell anyone about this," she gasped.

"I wouldn't dream of it," I said.

"You told me about them," she said, pragmatically.

"I was afraid you were going to scream," I said.

"I feel so ..." She didn't finish it, and her head turned back to the front, her eyes staring straight ahead. "I never felt like this before," she finally finished.

"I understand that completely," I said, truthfully. I'd never felt like I did about these women like I did now either.

"The others ... they really got excited?"

"Grandma even wanted to see me," I said, without thinking.

Her head snapped back toward me.

"Get out!" she gasped. I knew she didn't mean that literally.

"She said she hadn't seen ... one ... in so long that she'd forgotten what they looked like," I said. "You can't tell her I told you that."

"I won't!" she yipped. "She really looked at it!"

I nodded. Something popped into my mind.

"You want to see it too?"

"No!" she gasped. "I could never do that."

"I want you to see it," I said, thinking I was crazy as a loon.

"You do?" She sounded doubtful.

"I got to see you. It's only fair that you get to see me."

"No," she said. "I don't need to see you."

Her voice didn't go with her words, and her eyes lowered to the front of my pants again. She also said "need", instead of "want", and I noticed that, for some reason.

"I want you to," I said, thinking that any minute she was going to scream bloody murder. "You did this to me. I think you should see it."

"That's insane!" she whispered. She didn't move, and her eyes stared straight at what she thought was insane.

"You won't have to touch it, or anything," I said, not believing what I was saying.

Her eyes snapped to my face.

"I certainly won't touch it!" she said. Her voice matched her look this time, and I thought it was all over. She meant that.

Now I was scared. I was scared she'd tell the others what I'd said, and that I'd be skinned alive. I might even get kicked out! I needed for something to happen that would make her keep quiet. I was desperate.

"But you'll look at it," I insisted.

The hardness went out of her eyes.

"All right," she whispered. "But I won't touch it."

So I showed her my dick. I didn't give her time to come to her senses. I just popped the button and ran the zipper on my shorts down and pushed frantically at the shorts and underwear at the same time. I felt pain and my prick bobbed up and down, as it was released.

She sagged, and sat on the bed, putting one hand behind her, to find it. She stared at my pink penis, and her mouth dropped open. She didn't say a word then. Later I was to find out that Danny was circumcised, while I wasn't, and she was fascinated by what she was seeing. She seemed to shake, and she shook so hard that even her breasts jiggled a little bit. Her eyes cleared, and she looked up at me.

"You can put it away, now," she said. She suddenly sounded like my Aunt Christy ... my normal Aunt Christy.

"Okay," I said. "Thank you." I pulled my clothes up and stuffed everything into place and fastened everything.

She stood up. I looked up to see my normal Aunt Christy's face, on her mostly naked body. She had the oddest look on her face, but she was definitely Aunt Christy again. She stepped closer to me, which put those gorgeous breasts right there, within arms reach.

"No," she said softly. Her hands came to my shoulders. "Thank you."

She hugged me, and I about lost it, right then and there. I was bare chested, and the first pair of hot, naked breasts I had ever felt, pressed against my chest. Her arms went around me and she squeezed me tightly.

"Nobody can ever know," she whispered in my ear.

"Nobody," I agreed. I was about to shoot in my pants.

"I don't know why I did this," she said, still holding me.

"Me neither," I panted. I was breathing so hard that my chest was scraping against those nipples. I thought they might poke holes in me.

"I'm not like this," she said, grinding her breasts against my chest. They were a lot softer than they looked.

"Me neither," I gasped, as my prick filled my shorts with hot, sticky cum. I groaned, both with the release, and the supreme embarrassment of going off in my shorts.

She must have known, somehow, because she pushed me away.

"Did you just ...?"

There were tears in my eyes, now. I had never been so embarrassed in my entire life. I nodded furiously, as the tears spilled down my cheeks.

Her hands came to my face, and she stared into my eyes. If another woman ever looks at me like that, I swear I'll beg her to marry me on the spot.

"It's all right," she said softly. "You have no idea how good that makes me feel, Pat," she said. She kissed my tears, and wiped them away with her thumbs.

She went through the "Don't cry" and "I love you" speech, that Aunts do with little boys who have scraped their shins, or something. But she meant it, and that, more than anything else, made me love her back. At that instant, Aunt Christy owned me. I would do anything for her. Now I hugged her back, and her willingness to let me press my naked chest against hers, and the fact that she didn't pull her panty-clad loins away from mine, meant more to me than anything I had ever experienced.

I finally calmed down.

"I should get dressed," she said, quietly.

"Yes, you should," I said, a little defensively.

She laughed.

"You just have no idea how good you made me feel, Pat," she said, smiling, as she dropped her dress over her body. She left her bra off. She didn't need one, really, except to cover up those nipples. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but I may let you make me feel that good again, some day."

"No you won't," I said instantly. "This will never happen again!"

Her attitude was completely reversed now. We had shared something very special, even though neither of us understood quite why, and how it had happened. She was a pragmatic woman, though, and, once she had experienced this, she was quite sure that she'd want to feel it again.

"We'll see," she said. "I'll ask Danny if it's all right."

She might as well have electrocuted me. I was terrified instantly. I begged her not to tell him what had happened. She kept trying to shush me, and calm me down, but it wasn't working. I knew that if Danny ever found out what had happened in this room, that I'd be a dead man.

She, on the other hand, was worried that somebody would hear me crying and pleading, and come investigate. She finally put a hand over my mouth.

"Be quiet!" she hissed.

Now I was the one who followed orders.

"Listen to me!" she insisted. I settled into jerky little sobs. My pants felt awful.

"Danny knows I think about other men, sometimes," she said. She looked nervous. I didn't know it then, but the only reason she was telling me this was because she was afraid I was going to lose it to the point that people would come see what was wrong. "We play little games ... at home ... we pretend."

That was shocking. It actually shocked me into silence. She took her hand off my mouth.

"Do you understand?" she asked.

I shook my head.

"Sometimes we pretend he's ... somebody else."

"Who?" I asked.

"Different men," she said, carefully. "But I've never actually done anything ... with anybody else."

I didn't get it. Not then. I'm not sure I do, even today.

"It's just a game," she said. "But this week, he knew you'd see my breasts. He knew I'd get excited about that. He pretended to be you."

"You're shitting me!" I gasped.

"Don't curse," she said instantly. "It's vulgar, and you're not vulgar."

"Sorry," I said meekly.

"It's just a game," she said again. "I wouldn't do what we did ... here ... with anyone but you. You have to understand that, Pat. Before tonight, I'd have sworn I wouldn't do anything with you either. I have to tell Danny, Pat. He controls my urges. He likes you. He said he wouldn't mind if you touched me. He teased me all week long, telling me something like this would happen ... that I'd lose control ... like he almost wanted me to lose control. It's very complicated."

"I guess so!" I said weakly.

"Tonight ... right now ... I'm going to go down there and get him, and take him home. Pat, I'm going to make love to him, and while I'm doing that, I'm going to tell him what happened. He won't be mad, Pat. I really think it will excite him. He knows I won't make love with anybody else ... not unless he lets me. He's said that a thousand times, Pat. There's more that's going on here, but I can't tell you that part ... not yet. Just believe me when I tell you I have to tell him. He's my husband, Pat, and I have to be honest with him. If he gets mad, it will be at me, not you. If he gets mad, honey, then you're right ... this will never happen again. But you leave that to me. Do you understand?"

"I don't want him to be mad at you," I moaned. "This was all my fault!"

"No it wasn't," she said. "There were two of us in this room, tonight, and I loved what happened here. I didn't plan what happened here, but I loved it, and I love you. He won't be mad, Pat. I won't let him be mad at you."

She stood back. "Do you trust me, Pat?"

"Yes," I said instantly.

She came to me and kissed me. Her breasts felt almost the same as they had naked, but not as warm. She held my face with both hands, and her lips were so warm. If I hadn't just shot off, I probably would have then. Then she pushed me away.

"Now go clean up, and let me handle Danny. I'll make some excuse for you with Tabby."

"Tabby," I groaned.

She looked at me sharply. "No funny business with your sister! Is that clear?"

"Of course not!" I moaned. "I just don't think I can face her right now."

She relaxed. "Of course you can. You're a man, now."

Don't ask me why, but when the first woman to make me cum in my pants told me that, I believed her for some reason.

Maybe I just wanted to believe her.

As it turned out, she didn't have to make any excuses for me. Tabitha flatly refused to go through with it. Again, I wasn't there, but I think Aunt Christy's behavior, when she went back down to the living room, had something to do with it.

She made the excuse, saying I had to change film, and it would take a while. My mother asked her what took so long. She ignored my mother, and instead, went and pulled Danny up. She said something along the lines of, "We're leaving now, Danny." She dragged him out the door, saying she'd see everybody tomorrow.

My grandmother then said, "Well, that must have been interesting."

The thing was that, while some people might have perceived Aunt Christy's abrupt departure as a sign that she was embarrassed, or upset, all the women in that room knew her well, and knew that she was neither unhappy, or embarrassed. They knew what I didn't know ... that all of them had gotten excited in the process of having Pat stare at their breasts.

Tabitha didn't speak female - not fluently, anyway - but she knew something was up, and it made her nervous. When my mother said she'd accompany Tabby to the photo shoot, that made her even more nervous. That's when she said, "No way. I'm not doing it!"

You see, there were things I didn't know about Tabby too.

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