Come in Young Man - Part 10

For the first part see http://amandablogtest.blogspot.co.uk/2016/10/come-in-young-man-part-1.html

Part 10 - Sunday (8)

 

Jane staggered slightly. Then her legs buckled and she sat back down heavily in her seat.  Customers in the shop were still looking at her.  Andy looked both worried and petrified.   The staff behind the counter looked anxious in case a full blown ‘domestic’ broke out and they might need to quell an argument. 

Jane was in shock.   She’d deliberately sent Andy out in a cock cage to make sure he behaved and didn’t do anything silly.  Only she had the key.  She’d wondered about fitting him with a full chastity belt but there hadn’t been the time and she thought it likely to be too uncomfortable for him to wear over a long evening.  She was now regretting her decision.

Andy learned forward solicitously and asked, “Auntie, are you OK?”

“Sit down!”  Jane commanded Andy, although her firm tone was quieter than before.

“I thought we were going, Auntie?” queried Andy.

“We were but now I want to hear all the rest of what happened. St down!” Jane commanded again.  “I’m too angry to drive at the moment.   You held that little piece of news back didn’t you?”

“I didn’t think it mattered,” Andy mumbled.

“Don’t lie!  You know it did.   Why else would I have sent you out wearing a cock cage?”   Heads turned.   Jane was still speaking quite loudly.  Cock cage?  What need would a pretty girl have for a cock cage?  Perhaps the lady meant she’d put the girl’s boyfriend in a cock cage to stop any hanky-panky.   That might explain it.  Maybe she needed protection?  Kinky but still plausible.

“Please Auntie, people are staring,” pleaded Andy not wanting the attention or for people to learn too much about them.

“Let them.   You’d better have a good explanation.   Why did you take it off?   Was it so you could have a go with Rebecca?  Or was it that Freddie girl?”

“No it wasn’t like that,” implored Andy softly trying to prevent all the café eavesdropping on their argument.

“Really?  So why did you take it off?”

“I didn’t.  I couldn’t.”

“Couldn’t?”

“I couldn’t,” Andy repeated.  “I don’t have the key, Auntie.  You kept it.”

“Well someone took it off.  Did she take it off?”   Jane’s tone was still irate and Andy was conscious that their neighbours’ attention was still on them.

“If you mean Rebecca, then no, she didn’t,” Andy replied. 

“Then, who did?”

“Let me explain,” Andy requested.

“OK.  Have it your way.  But you’re in big trouble, my girl.”

“Well I finished attaching the chains to Freddie’s nipple rings.”

“The more you talk, the more she sounds like a slut.  Was it her?”

“No, Auntie.   Please let me finish.  And she was a nice girl and she looked very sweet and sexy with her breasts lifted slightly by those chains.”

“Not helping,” said Jane sternly.   “Can you get on and tell me what happened?”

“Well after her bra was on, Freddie wanted me to polish the straps and then Rebecca wanted her bolero jacket glossed too.”  

As Andy spoke, Jane tutted and emitted  “Tssks,” of exasperation.

“Then we all went back into the party.   The noise level had risen.   A number of people asked me for drinks and I had to run to the kitchen to fetch them.  After I’d served people, I had the chance to look round the party more.  I found Rebecca sat on a sofa with the man wearing the ‘V for Vendetta’ mask.   Freddie was stood hovering nearby: her latex shining, her breasts pert, and her rings and chain glistening.  She looked stunning.   But Mr.V seemed to be ignoring her.  He and Rebecca were in close conversation.   Rebecca called me over and asked me to get her a Brandy Alexander and a glass of champagne for Mr.V.    Freddie took the opportunity to join the conversation and asked for a Cape Cod.   I had to ask how to make them.”

“Trust Rebecca to ask for something fancy.  Why couldn’t she have dry white wine like any normal person?” Jane said peevishly.

“It took me a while to find all the stuff in the kitchen.  Anyway, I returned with the drinks and found Freddie was now sat very close on the other side of Mr.V trying to get his attention although he seemed focused on Rebecca.”

“What did he look like?” asked Jane.

“Well, obviously I could only see his clothing, not his face.   He sounded very well spoken.   Unlike the rest of the party guests, he was dressed quite normally: a smart opened necked shirt and a nice pair of dark blue chinos.   And he had a pair of polished black Oxfords.  Very respectable.”

“Mmmmm,” Jane pondered.

“Anyway, both Rebecca and Mr.V thanked me for their drinks while Freddie just took hers without a word.    Mr.V asked me my name and what I was doing at the party.   I was a bit tongue-tied but Rebecca encouraged me to answer.  I told him it was ‘Andie’ and that I’d been asked to help as a maid.   He admired my uniform and noted that ‘Andrew’ was written on the pinafore.   I didn’t know what to say by Rebecca butted in with, ‘Oh, that’s just the maker’s name.  Doesn’t she look nice though?’   Mr.V agreed.  ‘Come and talk to us.’ Rebecca said,  ‘I think you’ve done enough this evening Andie.   Guests can get their own drinks now.  Others don’t seem to need them or are otherwise engaged.’   I looked around.   Many of the guests had become rather intimately attached, some in twos, some in threes or more.  All seemed to be enjoying themselves, even a man being spanked by a rather large lady in leather.”

“It sounds like Rebecca knows how to run an orgy rather than a party.”

“It did seem to be turning that way.  I think it was why Freddie was so sullen.  Rebecca told me to sit down with them.  There wasn’t much space.   She was sat close to Mr.V on one side and Freddie was on the other.   I thought Freddie might have budged up but she didn’t.  ‘Aren’t you going to let Andie sit down, Freddie?’ asked Rebecca.   Freddie didn’t respond. 

Parts 11 to 15 to follow.  

Come in Young Man - Part 11

For the first part see http://amandablogtest.blogspot.co.uk/2016/10/come-in-young-man-part-1.html

Part 11 - Sunday (9)
 

“I didn’t know what to do and just stayed standing.  Then Mr.V said, ‘Don’t worry, Andie.  There’s plenty of space here.’  He reached out and took my hand then pulled me towards him.   He held my waist and suddenly I found I was sitting on his lap between Rebecca and Freddie.     He then got me to twist and sit across his lap so that he could see me my face and talk to me.   I was now facing Rebecca with my back towards Freddie.   He started to ask me questions like what I did and where I lived.    He then moved on to what I did in my spare time.  Rebecca just smiled as we chatted.   I told him about films that I liked.  He seemed quite knowledgeable.  I made him laugh with some of my comments about actors and films although often I was just quoting from ‘Kermode and Mayo’.   He seemed to like that though.   He asked about using the Internet and what sites I liked.   I talked through my favourites.   Then he asked about what stuff I clicked on and whether I bought stuff off the Internet.”

“Curious,” interjected Jane.  “And what was Rebecca doing?”

“She just kept on smiling.   I don’t know whether she was trying to be my chaperone but she just let us talk together.   He was good to talk to you.   He seemed really interested and I managed to keep him laughing.   He had kept his hands round my waist but after a while I said that he was making me quite hot so he moved them.  One hand started to stroke the back of my neck and occasionally run up and down my spine.  It made me go all tingly.   His other hand just touched and held the hem of my skirt and then rested on my knee.  Sometimes his fingers stroked my thigh.”

“And did you like that?”

“Well it felt kind of odd.   I did look at Rebecca about what I should do but she was quite impassive and just nodded at me when I tried to look questioningly at her.  I started to realise that I was getting in Freddie’s way.   She was getting impatient and I could hear her making comments behind me.   They sounded  increasingly grumpy but Mr.V just seemed to ignore her.   After a bit, Rebecca said to her, ‘Freddie, why don’t you go over and see some of your friends?’ 

“Freddie got up from the sofa.   As she got up she said in a very pointed way, ‘I hope you like your new boyfriend.’

“Rebecca looked a bit annoyed while I felt quiet embarrassed but Mr.V seemed to think her words were directed at me.   He said, ‘Oh Andy, I’m sorry.   I didn’t mean to …’ I told him not to worry.   I said it was OK and that we were just chatting.   But although there was now a space on the sofa where Freddie had been, he didn’t take me off his lap.   If anything I wanted to stay there just to prove to Freddie that we were just having a nice chat.”

“Oh Andy,” exclaimed Jane with exasperation.

“But Auntie, we were just talking.”

“Yes, but how do you think things get started?   Honestly Andy.”

“But he seemed like a nice man.”

“I’m sure he was.”

“Anyway we just kept on talking with Rebecca occasionally commenting or helping the conversation along.   After a while I saw Mr.V looking a bit distracted and staring across the room.   I followed his gaze and saw Freddie on her knees unzipping a man and starting to give him a blowjob.   Although there’d been a lot of other naughtiness going on, some of it more extreme, that seemed to capture his attention as her tongue flicked against and moistened the cock head before she started to slide her lips along the shaft.   I felt his hand tighten round my thigh and became very aware of his other curled round the nape of my neck.   I turned away and we went back to talking although I could see he was distracted and kept glancing over at Freddie.   At this point, the clock chimed one.   Rebecca said, ‘I think that’s your shift complete, Andy.  I think it’s time we got you to bed.’  I was quite sorry to say goodbye to Mr.V but after my earlier attraction to Freddie I really didn’t want to see her with another man’s cock in her mouth or what might follow.  I also realised I was feeling quite tired and it had been a long day.   Mr.V let me get up off his lap and then stood.  And then gave me cheek kisses to say farewell and thank me for the chat. 

“Maybe Rebecca wanted her own time with Mr.V?” queried Jane. 

“Maybe but first she took me to my bedroom.   There were still some coats and bags in it.   She said that they’d be gone soon and that I should have a shower and get to bed.  She gave me some wipes and cream to remove my make-up.   I went into the en suite and locked the door. It was good to get out of my dress.  The latex was all wet and sticky inside - that’s going to need a good wash. I rinsed it out and hung it out above the bath since I thought I’d need to wear it in the morning. 

“As I wiped off my foundation, I could see in the mirror I was starting to get some light stubble: Freddie had been right.   After my shower I felt clean and refreshed but was still ready for bed. While I was in the little bathroom, I could hear some guests going in and out of the bedroom taking their coats.   There was a towelling robe on the back of the door so fortunately I could get out of the en suite.   I put on the robe and went back in to the bedroom.   I put the few remaining coats and bags, and put them on a chair by the door.   Then I took off the robe and climbed into the king-size bed.   It was comfy and warm, although I felt weird and a bit uncomfortable trying to sleep wearing both a cock cage and a buttplug.”

“You were still wearing that thing too?”

“Well I took it out in the shower, but Rebecca hadn’t told me to stop wearing it so I got some of the cold cream and put it back in.  After wearing it all evening, it went back in quite easily.  It was much less of a challenge than the black one you fitted me with.”

“Yes, you still need more practice with that,” Jane sniggered.

“Perhaps.   Anyway, I turned out the light, snuggled down and started to drift off to sleep.   The party was quietening down although occasionally people flipped on the light to collect their coats.  But they left me undisturbed.  I don’t think most of them even knew I was in the bed.”

“So you should have got a good night’s rest.”

Parts 12 to 15 to follow.  

Come in Young Man - Part 12

For the first part see http://amandablogtest.blogspot.co.uk/2016/10/come-in-young-man-part-1.html

Part 12  - Sunday morning (10)

“So did you get a good night’s rest?” Jane asked.

“Not quite.   Around three in the morning, I stirred because I suddenly realised that someone was getting into bed beside me.   They hadn’t turned on the light so they must have known where they were going.”

“Who was it?  Some guy trying to take advantage?  Or was it that girl, that Freddie, trying to make amends”

“No.   It was someone rather more fleshy than Freddie.   She slid in alongside me and gave me a cuddle.  She was naked and warm.   It was Rebecca.   She said she wanted to thank me for my help that evening.    ‘Don’t mention it Miss Rebecca,’ I said.  ‘I’m glad to help you and Aunt Jane.’   At that she kissed me and said that there was no need to be so formal and that I should call her Bex or Miss Bex.”

“She did, did she?  And were you getting all excited.”

“Well, yes.  She started to properly snog me.  And as we were cuddling she rubbed her thigh against my cock cage.   I started to get hard.  Painfully so.   I think she could feel some leakage was starting to occur.  ‘Poor you.   Jane really doesn’t want you to play, does she?’”

“She got that right,” said Jane.

“’No, Miss Bex,’ I said.   She just kissed me harder and asked me to touch her clit ring.   I fingered it very gently as her tongue probed my mouth.   She was getting excited too.  

“’She’d already been holding my buttocks to pull me close but then she reached and touched my butt plug.  ‘Good.  It’s still in place.  You are a good girl.   I think it’s time that came out so we can thank you some more. ’

“We?” questioned Jane.

“Yes, we,” replied Andy.    “As soon as she’d said those words I felt someone getting in bed behind me.   They must’ve been standing beside the bed all the time Rebecca was making out with me.  They got in and started to cuddle me too.”

“Who was it?  Now was it Freddie?”

“No.   They were altogether bigger and hairier.  Bex said ‘Goldilocks would like to thank you too.’”

“Crikey!” exclaimed Aunt Jane.

“As I lay on my side I now had a warm body in front of me, and an even hotter behind.   A warm pair of boobs against my chest, with a rather hairier chest pressing against my back.   Another pair of hands encircled me.  They were larger, rougher and stronger than Rebecca’s.    He said ‘Hello again, Andy.’   It was Mr.V.”

“Mr.V!” exclaimed Jane.  Then why did she call him ‘Goldilocks’?”

“I’ll come to that in a minute.   One of his hands clasped my chest whilst the other felt my cock cage.  ‘Bex told me about your little problem,’ he said.  Fingers started to tease my nipples: his fingers.”

“Did that feel nice?” Jane asked Andy looked shamefaced and stared down again.  “You can tell me, honey.”

“Yes, Aunt Jane,” replied Andy.   “It did.   He was nuzzling into the back of my neck and starting to kiss that and nibble one of my ears.   It was all a bit overpowering and sudden.   I didn’t know what to do.  I was being cuddled by a man.  It felt all wrong.  Rebecca could sense my unease.  She just kissed me again on the lips and said, ‘Relax babe.   Enjoy the moment.   I’m sure you’ve wanted this, a perfect girl like you.  What greater compliment could you have?  It’s not every girl has a handsome admirer like Mr.V.    Now give me a kiss; don’t neglect me.  You can touch me wherever you want.’  One of her hands closed over mine and pressed it between her legs.  She was getting very moist.   I slowly stroked her labia and occasionally gave her clit ring a little flick.   She just clamped her mouth over mine and writhed with pleasure. “

“It seems like you’ve definitely found a new friend.”

“I think ‘two new friends’.   I started to feel something touching my thighs.”

“Hardly surprising given what you were doing to Rebecca.”

“No, the back of my thighs.   Something was touching and getting harder.   Mr.V was getting an erection.  His cock pushed between my legs till it was touching my ball sac.  He moved a hand down and held my cock cage.  ‘Poor you,’ he whispered in my ear. He pulled his other hand moved away from my nipples and I could feel him touch the jewel of my butt plug.  ‘Let’s see what I can do for you,’ he said.”

“What did he do?  He didn’t …”

“No, Auntie. He didn’t.  Not in the way you’re thinking.   He pulled away and slid down the bed behind me.   The next thing, I felt fingers touching the jewel of my butt plug.   Gently, he eased it and then pulled it out.   I wanted to twist round but Rebecca was still holding and kissing me and expecting my attention.   He gave a little wipe to my bottom, and then a rather rough, whiskery surface touched my bottom.   He began to kiss my bottom.  Soft lingering kisses.   First one cheek, then another.   As he alternated, he slowly moved more centrally towards the canyon between my cheeks.   Then it really started: he kissed me.”

“What instead of Rebecca?”

“No.  He kissed my arsehole.   Not a brief kiss.  A long slow kiss, his stubbly chin brushing between my things.  I wriggled.   It was strange being kissed there.   And then I felt his tongue licking round my anus.   I squirmed.   It made me all tingly.  But not as much as what happened next.”

“So did he now …”

“No, Auntie.   No.   He was more caring than that.   It was his tongue.”  

 

Parts 13 to 15 to follow.  
See Part 13 at http://amandablogtest.blogspot.co.uk/2017/02/come-in-young-man-part-13.html 

Come in Young Man - Part 13

For the first part see http://amandablogtest.blogspot.co.uk/2016/10/come-in-young-man-part-1.html

Preceding Part 12 at  http://amandablogtest.blogspot.co.uk/2017/02/come-in-young-man-part-12.html

Part 13  - Sunday morning (11)

 

“His tongue started to lick my ring,” Andy continued “and then it pushed into me.   Rebecca was already moaning but then I started moaning too.  I had his tongue inside me.  Sometimes licking, sometimes flicking in and out, and sometimes just feeling like he was giving me a French kiss but on a very different set of lips.  Rebecca asked what was happening and then Mr.V said I should help her too.   He moved back and I descended the bed and started to lick Rebecca while he continued to lick me.   Even in darkness I knew what to do.   I know you’ve trained me well.   I licked her lips, her other lips.   They were already dripping wet.   Like Mr.V, I began with tongue flicks and then drew her clit ring into my mouth.   I held it there while my tongue licked all round.   Rebecca was writhing with pleasure.  Her legs wrapped around me and hooked together behind my back.  At times I thought she was trying to hold me and grip me like a wrestler.”

“It seems like you’d already submitted,” jibed Aunt Jane. 

“I was conscience that a steady trail of moisture was flowing down one of my thighs as Mr.V continued to rim me and lick me out.  Even in my cock cage, I was leaking.   Rebecca asked me to hold her breasts.  I tried to stroke them but she told me to clutch them firmly and squeeze her nipples too.   I was nervous about hurting her but she wanted a strong, tight grip.    As I licked and squirmed myself, she came with a loud cry.   She was sobbing with pleasure.”  

“No wonder she likes you.   You’re her tart.”

“She hadn’t finished.  ‘Time for you to thank Mr.V too,’ Rebecca said.   I hesitated.  My arsehole was lovely and moist and tingly and I didn’t want Mr. to stop.  But then she said more sternly, ‘Come on Andy!  Be a good girl.  You know what to do.’  I did.”  

“You didn’t!”

“I did.  This time I did.”

“Oh darling!  Was he gentle?   Did he lube you up first?”

“No, no, Auntie!   Not like that!” Andy protested.   “Mr.V moved back up to cuddle and kiss Rebecca.  His cock touched my neck: he was still erect.  I turned around.    His cock brushed against my face.   I nuzzled against it and licked it.   It felt all wrong but a part of me wanted to do it. I wanted to give him pleasure.  Was that wrong, Auntie?”

“Aw, honey.  Of course it’s not wrong.   You’re my girl.  You’re doing what girls do.  How can that be wrong?   I wish you had been with me especially for the first time, but no, it’s not wrong.  Did it feel wrong?”

“It felt very weird when I took his cock in my hand.  It felt so hard and fat.  I kissed the tip several times.   I pulled back his foreskin and then began to lick his glans.  He got even harder.   I only needed to hold his penis until I put it in my mouth and began to suck. Then I took my hand away and let my mouth do the work.  It felt very strange to have another man’s penis in my mouth.”

“Another man?  Honey, look at yourself.   Do you look like a man?”

“Well,  er… no”

“What do you look like?”

“A girl.”

“What do you want to look like?”

“A girl.   Well, sometimes like a girl.  Today I’m a girl.”

“Ok.   But you do like dressing like a girl?”

“Yes.”

“And what do you feel like when you’re dressed like a girl?”

“All feminine.  And even better when I’m in latex.”

“Exactly. Like a girl.  So what could be more natural than liking men?   Especially a nice man.  Was he nice?”

“Yes, Auntie.  He was very nice.”

“And was it nice having his cock in your mouth?”  

“Yes, Auntie.  Very nice.  In fact I felt quite empowered and sexy particularly when I tasted saltiness on my tongue.  I wasn’t the only one leaking pre-cum.”  

“Exactly.”   Jane was inwardly surging with pride at the thought of her girl fellating a man.   It was just she’d always imagined it differently.   She’d always thought that someday Andy would get a boyfriend and start going out on dates.  A boyfriend of whom she’d naturally need to approve.  She’d expected to help Andy get ready with all the nervous anticipation of choosing the right dress and helping with his make-up. She’d even wondered about acting as chaperone or matchmaker: it was essential for Andy to have someone who was worthy of her girl.  And then she’d expected that in time things would reach a natural point when the two would become more friendly and close and one thing would lead to another.  She’d be envious of Andy’s lover but it was a necessary part of Andy’s development.  With all her training, she knew he wouldn’t disappoint his lover.  It was just happening much more quickly than she’d ever expected and she’d not been in control.  Still she had the reassurance of knowing that Andy would always come back to her as his first love.    

“Do you feel empowered Auntie?  Is that what it’s like for you Auntie?”

This time it was Jane’s turn to look a bit embarrassed.   “Well, yes honey.   If a guy just expects it, it can be a bit demeaning, but not if you want to do it.   After all you don’t worry about giving cunnilingus, do you?”  Jane raised an eyebrow.  She knew how eager Andy could be.

“No, Auntie.  It’s nice.” 

“So what’s so different about sucking a cock from a clitoris?”

“Not a lot, I suppose.  Although one’s a lot more of a mouthful.”

“Wasn’t it nice to know that he was hard for you?”

“Yes, he was so stiff.  But he was in bed with Rebecca too.”

“Come off it Andy.   He’d been licking your bottom and he was all hard from that.  He was excited: excited to be giving you pleasure.   And then it seems he was gentle with you.  He didn’t force himself on you, did he?”

“No, Auntie.  Not at all.   Rebecca sort of suggested it, but I think I wanted to do it anyway.”

“Then that’s fine.” 

“He was actually quite passive and let me take the lead.”

“Even better: you had control.   And remember that men at their most vulnerable need to have trust in you.   Especially when you have their balls in your mouth.”

“That’s so true, Auntie.   I trust you totally.   And it’s lovely when you’re wearing one of your dark red lipsticks.”

“Hush, darling!”   Now it was Aunt Jane’s turn to blush.  “You know we don’t talk about that.”  Andy might be pretty but he could be such an eager lover.  And so energetic.  She liked to give her girl occasional rewards.   “If anyone asks, you’re my sweet Andie, my dear niece.”      

“But I felt sorry I wasn’t wearing lipstick and able to see my lips wrapped round Mr.V’s cock.   I wanted to make it sexy like you do for me.”

“Oh Andy!  Shush!”

“No Auntie, I won’t.  As I sucked his cock I thought about you.   I wanted to do it exactly like you.”   Jane blushed harder but felt a sense of pride in what her boy was saying.  “Having him in my mouth was so deliciously sexy.   It seemed so right.”  

“Oh you beautiful boy.”   Jane lifted herself from her seat, leaned across the table and kissed Andy full on the lips.  Once again people turned and stared but this time they smiled. What had seemed like a domestic argument had turned into a moment of tenderness between the two lovers.  Jane’s hands reached across the table and found Andy’s.  The older lady had clearly forgiven her young girlfriend.   Jane stared at Andy with affection and satisfaction at what her gorgeous boy had become.  “Such sweet lips.  And to think they had a cock between them only a few hours ago.   You’re such a lovely and loving girl.   And you really are a girl now.  You’ve taken such an important step.”

“Oh, Auntie,” Andy again blushed and felt embarrassed.   But he too knew that something had changed inside him.   Involuntarily he licked his lips; lips that only a few hours earlier had been running up and down the shaft of a man’s penis. 

Parts 14 to 15 to follow. 



With thanks to Sasha Zima. 

Come in Young Man - Part 14

For the first part see http://amandablogtest.blogspot.co.uk/2016/10/come-in-young-man-part-1.html

 

Preceding Part 13 at  http://amandablogtest.blogspot.co.uk/2017/02/come-in-young-man-part-13.html

Part 14  - Sunday morning (12)

“Tell me more honey,” Jane requested as Andy seemed to have gone into a silent reverie thinking about his tryst with Mr.V.  “Did he like it?”

“Oh yes.  He was moaning with pleasure, although I don’t know what Rebecca was doing to him.  I knew what he would like. I held his buttocks and I took him as deep as I could until I was gagging and then had to pull away.   As my head bobbed back, Rebecca wrapped her legs around my head and neck.  The back of my head was clamped fast against her crotch.  She was gripping me like a wrestler and I could only submit to what she wanted.  She guided Mr.V’s penis back into my mouth and then started to thrust with her groin. My lips slid up and down his cock under her control; she dictated the rhythm and the depth.  It was like she was making him fuck my mouth.  I didn’t think I was going to like it, Auntie, but it felt amazing.  She was riding and gyrating on me while I was going down on him.   I felt a bit buffeted but it wasn’t long before I felt him judder and shake, and then I had a warm mouthful.  Rebecca kept going untiI she was sated too and finally allowed me respite.  I could feel that my hair and the back of my neck were dripping:  I swallowed to avoid any more dampness on the sheets;.   Rebecca released me from her grasp then two strong hands went under my armpits and pulled me up the bed.   I still couldn’t seen Mr.V’s face in the darkness but he gave me a whiskery kiss.”

“Did you like that?” Jane asked.

“Yes, I suppose I did.”

“So what did he do next?”

“Nothing, really.   We all just cuddled and then I fell asleep in his arms.   The next thing I knew Rebecca was pulling the curtains and it was morning. She and Mr.V must have slipped out during the night.  She said that it was nearly nine o’clock and that I needed to get ready since you would be picking me up at ten. I had another shower.”

“You probably needed it after the night you had.”

“Quite.   I put on the towelling robe and Rebecca brought me a cup of tea.   Then we sat down together and she did my make-up.   She tried to make it look as close to how you’d done it last night.    She said I couldn’t wear my maid’s dress since it was still damp from last night.  She put my clothes into a bag and found me an old shirt of hers, some panties, stockings and suspenders.   Then she asked if I wanted any breakfast.   I said that I didn’t feel hungry.”

“I’m not surprised after all you ‘ate’ last night.”

“That’s not funny,” said Andy rather guiltily.  “Anyway, Rebecca said that Mr.V was waiting for me and he’d got something for me.”

“Oh, so he’s a cook as well?”

“No.   More a technician.   When we went out of bedroom, he was sitting on the sofa where we’d chatted last night.  He was wearing a silk dressing grown looking very spruce.  He looked like he was in his late-thirties, well built with dark brown hair and a stubbly face.”

“So why did Rebecca call him Goldilocks if he had brown hair?” queried Jane.

“That’s what I asked.  Bex replied to me ‘Doesn’t he meet the Goldilocks criteria: not too big, not too little, just the right size?’  I couldn’t stop myself from giggling.   I had to agree. 

“Mr.V just chuckled and said that he hoped he didn’t disappoint.  I immediately, possibly too quickly, blurted out ‘Not at all.  You were perfect.’   I couldn’t stop myself.”

“Oh, Andrew, You really are a flirt, Andrew,” said Jane although she too was smiling.

“Thank you,” Andy replied with a little hint of sarcasm.   “He asked me if I wanted for breakfast.  I again said no.  Then he said he’d like to give me his telephone number.   I asked “What for?’”

“Honestly, Andrew, you are the limit!” interjected Jane.   “What did you think he was you giving you his number for?”

“Well, I wasn’t really thinking.  It sort of never occurred to me.  I just said, ‘Do you need a maid too?’”

“You’re so naïve at times,” Jane continued her interruption.

“He said that no, he didn’t.   He said he’d enjoyed talking to me yesterday and was wondering whether he might see me again.  I said that might be a bit awkward given where I lived but he said that wasn’t an issue.   He said he’d come down and we could go out locally, or he would get his driver to pick me up and bring me up to London.”

“His driver?!”

“Yes, his driver.   He must be quite well off.   I said I wasn’t sure and needed to think about it.”

“Did you really need to think that much?”

“Well, I’d wanted to ask you Auntie.”

“Oh, Andrew.  You’re so considerate and thoughtful.”   Jane leaned across the table and kissed him again.   Even on the brink of something so momentous for him, her young lover’s thoughts were still about her.

Part 15 to follow. 

Come in Young Man - Part 15

For the first part see http://amandablogtest.blogspot.co.uk/2016/10/come-in-young-man-part-1.html Preceding Part 14 at 

http://amandablogtest.blogspot.co.uk/2017/02/come-in-young-man-part-14.html

Part 15 - Sunday morning (13)

 

“Thank you, Auntie,” said Andy as Jane’s moist, glossed lips moved away and she sat back in her seat.  “Mr.V said it was fine for me to think about it, but that he did really want to see me again.”

Jane caught her breath.   Everything seemed to be happening to quickly.    “He seems very keen on you.”   

“Yes, though maybe in a way you’re not going to approve.”

“How do you mean, darling?  He just said he wants to see you again.   That shouldn’t surprise.   I’m sure any red blooded man would love to get the chance to go out with someone as pretty as you.”

“That’s so nice Auntie, but that wasn’t quite what I meant.  He said he wanted to help me make up my mind.”

“How did he do that, dear?”

Now it was Andy’s turn to hesitate.  “Well, he said that he knew I was a good girl but felt concerned I’d been left out last night and that he wanted to do something for me.   He must have been out to his car because he produced a pair of bolt croppers.   Before I knew what she was doing, Rebecca lifted my shirtfront and pushed aside my panties.  She said, ‘I’m sure Jane won’t mind.   She’ll be picking you up in a few minutes, and it’s only a cheap lock.’  With that Mr.V approached with the shears.   I felt really anxious about what he might cut but Rebecca held the little padlock and he bent down and snipped cleanly through the shackle on my cock cage.”

“The cheek of it!” exclaimed Jane.

“She pulled off the cage and then fumbled a bit trying to remove the retaining ring.   She kept pulling hard but it wouldn’t come off. It was quite painful.   The harder she pulled, the worse it got.”

“I’m sure it did.”

“Eventually I had to show her that I needed to screw up my penis and tuck it down inside the ring before she could get the ring over my balls.  She seemed quite tickled by that.”

“I bet she did.”

“Then she slipped the cock cage into my bag with my uniform.  I wondered what they were going to do next.  Mr.V went on to his knees and turned me round.  He pulled my panties down, pressed his bristly face between the cleft of my buttocks and started to lick me again.  Rebecca gave me a kiss and watched.    Auntie, it was even better than last night. I’m so sorry.”

“Why should you be sorry, dear?  He likes you and you clearly like him.  He must have realised that.” 

“I did squirm when he licked me. I couldn’t stop myself.”

“You must like him too then.  Do you?”

“Well he was a nice man.”

“Nice because of what he was doing to you, or nice because you like him?”

Nice because I like him.  He was interesting and he was good looking.  But Auntie, I don’t like men,” Andy said petulantly.

Jane felt Andy was protesting just a little too much.   “Honey, what else was happening?  Why did he need your cock cage off to give you another licking?””   At her question, Andy blushed.   Although his foundation and powder hid his cheeks, it couldn’t disguise his ears turning a deep shade of red.    Jane asked again, “What aren’t you telling me?” 

Andy looked down.   Softly he stammered, “Without that cage thing on I st… st…. started to get an er… er…. erection.”

“A what, dear?  Your voice dropped away.”  Jane had heard perfectly well but she wanted Andy to acknowledge and accept his response.

“An erection,” Andy whispered.

“Sorry, love, I still couldn’t catch what you said,” Jane teased.

“An erection!” Andy suddenly blurted loudly.   People in the café turned.   Andy hung his head in shame and embarrassment.

Aunt Jane turned and looked at the other patrons.  “Silly girl!” she said with a smile and a little laugh to the people at the tables close by.   “She gets all embarrassed.   She’s never really had a boyfriend and goes all shy with men.    Until now, that is.”       

Andy buried his face in his hands.   “Auntie!  Really ….,” he mumbled and squeaked. 

 Aunt Jane left things to quieten down and people went back to their own conversations.  Although a lot of their chatter was again about that pretty young girl.  Maybe she wasn’t a lesbian after all.  Maybe she was just very affectionate with her older relative.  Maybe.  Maybe.  It was all maybes. 

After a short while Aunt Jane said to Andy whose head was still down, “It’s OK, my love, they’ve stopped looking.   You can sit up straight again.”   Andy looked up sheepishly.  He was hot with embarrassment.  “Now where were we?  Oh, yes!  I think you were trying to tell me you got rather excited.” 

“Well, er, yes.   I suppose I was.”

“Don’t be bashful, honey.  But you can’t tell me you don’t like men if that’s how you responded to Mr.V.   You know I’m very familiar with your little soldier.  I do like it when he comes out on parade and gives me one of his salutes.   He looks so cute, especially when you’re in your latex stockings and high heels.   Private Watson certainly didn’t seem to mind what he was doing to you.”     

“Maybe,” Andy mumbled.  He felt a bit dreamy and realised his heart was beating faster just thinking about Mr.V.

“I think you’re a bit smitten.   And not only that, you’ve just got yourself an admirer.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that.”

“About what?   I certainly know there’s somewhere else you like getting licked.  You should have told me.   Perhaps we should try it sometime?”

“I didn’t know.   But it is very nice.  It makes me feel all gooey and sexy.”

“I can tell.”  Jane was feeling quite envious that someone else, and a male to boot, had found a new way of turning on her pretty lover.  “So what happened next?  Did Mr.V notice?” 

“Well, it was rather hard for him to see, but Rebecca didn’t miss it.  It was impossible to hide.  I was stood rigidly to attention.    ‘So you can get it up,’ she’d sniggered. ‘Very handsome.  I’d wondered whether Jane had you on hormones especially when I saw how easily you took a butt plug.   No wonder Jane likes you so much and why she felt you needed that cage.  But you obviously like Mr.V’s tongue in your bottom,’ Rebecca said.   ‘Freddie will be so envious but the silly girl had her chance.   I wonder that’s all you want of Goldilocks in your bottom.’   She could see I was embarrassed by that.   I think to make amends she kissed me and held my penis.  It became even harder within her clasp.   ‘You’re ready for this, aren’t you?’ she said.  Then she took one of Mr.V’s hands from round my waist and guided it to my penis.   He was still licking and probing but he now had a gentle grip on my penis.     Very slowly he started to move his hand up and down. You know I love being in bed with you Auntie and all the things we do but this was different. Rebecca held my shoulders since I was starting to tremble. I had no control but felt like I was in heaven.“

Jane sighed.  He was growing up so quickly.

“Then Rebecca’s phone buzzed and she said that you were on your way up.  She pulled over a chair, told me to put my hands on the backrest to support myself, and said to Mr.V, ‘Finish him!’   It was almost like an order.   Then he buried his face in my cleft and thrust his tongue in deep.  It can’t have been far but I thought he was going to lick my bowels out.  I couldn’t remove my hands from the chair or I’d topple forward.  The bell rang and Rebecca went to answer the door.   He loosened his grip on my penis so that just the tips of his fingers and thumb were touching my cock, and then moved them quickly up and down my shaft.  It didn’t take much before I came.  Really hard.  He just kept on until I’d stopped dribbling.”

“So that was what was going on when Rebecca wouldn’t open the door properly.”

“Yes, Auntie.”

“Mr.V put a finger to lips indicating that I should be quiet.   Stealthily he wiped the floor while I composed and straightened myself.   He wrote something on a small piece of paper and held it up to me: it was a phone number.  He slipped the paper in my bag and then he held each of my hands by the fingertips.  He kissed me.  It was a long, deep passionate kiss like one of yours.  My eyes watered. ‘I hope to see you again soon, Andy,’ he whispered   A last, brief touch of my hand and then he retreated back into Rebecca’s bedroom.  Only then did Rebecca open the door.”

“Oh Andy, what a night you’ve had.  And what a morning.”

“Yes, Auntie.”

“I’m sorry I put you through this.”

“Don’t be sorry Auntie.  Am I forgiven?”

“Yes, of course, darling.”

“Can we go home now, please?   I’m really tired.”

“Yes, you can change at my place.”

They got up to leave the coffee shop, held hands and walked out together, their heels clicking across the tiled floor.   People smiled at the tenderness between the reunited lovers, though shocked by some of what they overheard as they passed.

“Auntie, when we get back, would you like to be licked out like Mr.V did to me?”    

“Honey, that would be lovely.  And when you’ve shown me, I can practise on you?”

“I would love that Auntie.”

As they walked to the car, Jane had to ask, “Do you think you’re going to call Mr.V’s number?”

“May I, Auntie?”

“If he’s as nice as you say and you want to, yes, you silly goose.”

“Then yes, I’d like to,” said Andy as they reached Jane’s Mercedes.

“You’ll have a boyfriend.  You know what that may lead to, don’t you?” said Jane as she unlocked the doors.

“Yes, Auntie.  I think so.”

“Get in the car, honey.”  Jane held the top of the driver’s door and steadied herself.  She took a moment to compose herself then got in beside Andy.   In one way she was delighted that Andy was becoming comfortable being a girl and accepting his attraction to men.   And he’d sucked a cock. 

“Are you sure?” asked Jane with a lump in her throat when Andy was in the passenger seat and fastening his safety belt.

“Yes, Auntie.  I think I’d like that.”

Jane put her hand on his thigh as she started the engine. “Honey, you don’t just have my permission, you have my blessing.   I’m sure Mr.V will be good for you.”  Jane knew that Andy would soon be finding other pleasures and receiving what she could never provide, but she felt confident her beautiful boy would always come back to her.

The engine throbbed into life.   “By the way, did you ever find out Mr.V’s first name?”

“I think Rebecca called him Harry at one point.”

Jane gulped.   She had wondered but now she knew why Rebecca hadn’t needed the Verity proposal and why they’d got the contract.   She would need to give Andrew an extra bonus of her own when they got home.

END

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