“You just ... never seemed as horny as I would expect from a fifteen ... now sixteen-year-old boy. Sure, I caught you sneak glances when you thought I wasn’t looking, but you were never drooling. I didn’t even catch you as often as some of the other guys running around here.”
I didn’t feel the need to explain why that was. Sure, I once was a hormonal teen that spent most of his time masturbating. That changed when my home situation put a massive dampener on my libido. I wasn’t one of those guys I read about on the internet, that gets off on being humiliated. So, there was absolutely no way I could maintain an erection while listening to those distinct noises of pleasure coming from the others’ bedrooms every chance they got, reminding me of how none of them wanted me. I also never had any exhibitionistic tendencies, so doing it outside my home was out of the question as well. At some point I realized that I was barely masturbating at all anymore. And most of the erections I got were those useless random boners men get when our pants sit too tight, or our underwear is too loose, or there’s wind blowing outside. But she wasn’t finished yet.
“Even when we got hot and bothered while groping each other at sparring, I never got the impression you were just trying to cop a feel.”
I didn’t feel the need to explain that either. Truth was, I was terrified of doing anything that could make her resent me. She was the only woman in my life who ever showed any real interest in me, contrary to all the others who actively pushed me away. Ever since my discovery at Ava’s sweet sixteen, I felt kind of ... undesirable. You know how mothers always tell their children they look handsome or pretty? Well, put yourself in my shoes! Not only wasn’t I told that, I was actively shown the opposite when they excluded me from their orgies. So, when Tess dragged me to the bathroom the day before, it was one hell of a surprise to me. But she still wasn’t finished talking.
“And look at you! You’ve become a hunk! A hard working hunk with money! Those girls at school should be all over you. All of it made perfect sense, when I thought you were already sexually active.”
And we were back to the reckless comment I made earlier. She must’ve heard about the bullying which was the reason I joined the daily training sessions, since I knew she heard about the video I showed the guys after my suspension. Beyond that, though, she never learned about the rumors Ava had spread. Most people just kept seeing me as the fat geek, despite me bulking up and losing weight over the last year. I was, and still am, the school pariah. How the hell was I supposed to explain all that to Tess without sounding like a whiny bitch? I decided to just stick to the bare minimum.
“Well, I wasn’t active. When I came home yesterday, my family was in the living room and, let me tell you, they were damn shocked. School was pretty much the same today. Those new clothes you picked out with the haircut make a huge difference to how I looked two days ago. With the wide clothes I was always wearing, nobody ever really noticed that I lost so much weight and put on muscle. So ... maybe they will be all over me in a few days, but ... you really were my first.”
“Okay, Tim. In that case, I have a lot to teach you!” she purred, a predatory smile on her lips. I loved it when she smiled at me, even when it was slightly unsettling like this one.
She gave me another kiss and got up from my lap. Not a second too early, as it turned out, since suddenly the door opened without a knock, and Uncle John and Aunt Danielle walked in. Both of them had friendly smiles on their faces when they entered, that soon vanished to be replaced by intrigued looks. Aunt Danielle was wiggling her nose, while Uncle John took a few less subtle and annoyingly audible sniffs. They could smell the sex in the air. A concept I wasn’t yet familiar with. Though, even if I would have been more experienced, I still wouldn’t have wasted a thought on my little basement office not having a single window while being presented with Tess’ willing body.
They shared a short expressive look between themselves before turning their eyes to me, taking in the scene. There I was, in a room reeking of sex, with a woman more than ten years older than me, holding a little box with an expensive looking watch.
“We interrupting something?” Aunt Danielle asked with clear mirth in her voice.
“Yeah, if you two need a few more minutes, we can walk around the hallway for a while and come back to congratulate you later.” Uncle John chuckled along.
The initial relief I felt upon seeing those two making fun of the situation faded when I noticed Tess’ demeanor. This was the second time she came on to me with the clear danger of being caught, so I thought she wouldn’t care if it actually happened. And yet, when it did happen, she almost looked frightened. When she started talking, there was also a lot of uncertainty in her voice.
“You ... uh ... you’re not going to tell the Boss, are you?” she asked timidly.
“Don’t you know that the boy sitting next to you is our nephew?” Aunt Danielle pointed out. Tess seemed to take that as a warning, until Danielle added “So, don’t worry, dear. We wouldn’t want to put his Job in jeopardy either.”
“Besides,” Uncle John chimed in, “if everyone here gets that kind signing bonus, I might have to ask Bill for a Job myself.” Earning him a playful slap from his wife, he quickly added “I’m talking about that watch, obviously.”
Did that asshole just call Tess some kind of party favor or the company whore!? Before I could say anything, though, Tess herself spoke up. Either she hadn’t heard what I had heard, or she didn’t care about his insinuation.
“No, after our date yesterday, I was...” Tess stopped mid-sentence and blushed a little. “Well, I kinda forgot to give him his present. So, I wanted to make it up to him.”
“Oh?” came the inquiring sound from Aunt Danielle. As Uncle John walked over to my desk and sat on it, his arms crossed over his chest with a smirk on his lips, Aunt Danielle moved over to Tess. As if sensing some kind of juicy story demanding to be revealed, she wrapped her arms around Tess’ and started walking her to the door, so the necessary girl’s talk could take place out of the men’s hearing range.
“Tell me, in all details, what my dear nephew did to warrant you getting him gifts!” she added with a playful smirk.
“It’s just his birthday present.” Tess answered, matter of fact. Aunt Danielle stopped dead in her tracks. “Yesterday was his birthday, wasn’t it?”
Tess, confused about the question in the first place, looked from one face to another. Aunt Danielle’s mouth was open in shock, her eyes aimlessly darting around while she tried to sort through all the birthdates in her head. Uncle John’s body tensed, as he straightened up on my desk. Me? I was suddenly fully occupied with not listening to their conversation and getting my desk reorganized, after our little fun time had thrown most of the items off it. I wasn’t exactly eager to let Tess know about my home-situation, or I would have told her when the topic came up five minutes ago.
“Oh no!” Aunt Danielle breathed out, as she spun around to face me with her hand covering her mouth. The intensity of her reaction told me that she not only remembered my birthdate now, but also remembered what had happened when I came home the evening before. She also seemed to finally realize the implications of that. Uncle John just gave me an uncomfortable look.
“It’s quite alright.” I told her coldly, as I stood up and walked over to Tess. “Tess here made more than up for it. She made it a very memorable, and very enjoyable, day for me. Until I came home, at least. But, since I didn’t expect anything else anyway, it’s hard to be disappointed.”