Life With Aunt Jess Pt 1 – Chap 10

Later that evening, after Jess had headed home, Dad was still talking excitedly about his idea. Mom and I listened as well as we could to his ramblings about it, He was like a kid with a new toy. Jess called when she got home, as she normally did. I told her she lit a fire under Dad that will probably not soon go away. Jess was excited as well.

The next week dragged on with no apparent end in sight. I practiced my guitar, talked to Jess and my friends, daily, and nothing helped the days go by any faster. Dad was still talking endlessly about the furniture designs. Mom was getting edgy, she couldn’t keep her hands to herself. She did do well trying to keep Dad grounded, but she was failing at keeping herself grounded. Dad didn’t help that much either.

Finally, Saturday came. It was Prom Night at last. I picked up my tux and headed to Akron to meet Jess. I changed at Pap and Grammi’s. They wouldn’t let me see Jess until she was ready to go. They said it would just make me appreciate her beauty that much more. They were absolutely right. When she walked into the living room, I had to caught my breath. Oh… My… GAWD! She was wearing a pale yellow satin dress that fit her every curve as if it had been painted on. The top of the dress fit her particularly well. Her ample breasts were pushed in and up and her nipples were hard under the thin material. I struggled to keep from getting a hard-on. “Wow… Jess. You look absolutely gorgeous,” was all I could manage to say.

“Thank you, Baby,” she said as she came to me and gave me a hot delicious kiss. “Now we better get going. It is going to be a long hard night.” She grabbed my crotch and gave me a husky chuckle. She turned and headed toward the door leaving my aching cock behind. I quickly excused myself and ran after Jess.

I caught up with Jess just as she was about to open the passenger side car door. I gently nudged her way from the handle. “A gentleman will always open the door for his woman,” I said and held it open while I took her hand and helped her into the car. I shut the door when I was sure she was in and ready, then went around and got in the the driver’s side. In seconds, we were on our way to the hall where the event was being held.

Once at the hall, we checked in, had our picture taken and found our table. Over the next half hour to forty-five minutes we sat and watched the rest of Jess’ class file in. Some stopped and said hello. Some commented on how beautiful she looked. We were unfortunate in that none of her friends were assigned to our table. We commented to each other that we would both be more comfortable if we did have some of her friends at our table.

Soon, they served the meal; a choice between fish and prime rib. I said to Jess, “I cannot imagine why anyone would choose fish over prime rib.”

“There are a few people eating fish. See?” she said pointing to a couple people carrying trays with the fish dinner on them. “They must be on special diets or something.”

“Or just weird.” I continued. The strangers around the table laughed nervously at my statement. I began to look around to see where “The Crew” were. Misty and Dave were just a few tables behind us. They waved as I soon as I found them. Tom and Kendall were to the left of them, sharing the same table. Tom, James and Amber were scattered on the far side. As soon as Tom saw me, he stood and waved like a fool. Being a fun kind of guy, I stood on my chair and waved wildly back at him. He laughed hysterically as Jess pulled me down and admonished me for embarrassing her.

After the meal was done, we listened to the speakers of the night. They read things like class prophecies, wills, and other silly things. When they were finished making asses of themselves and others, the dance started in a banquet room next door.

We moved to a table near the outside of the room. I chose a couple drinks for Jess and I and we sat and sipped them while we waited for a song we wanted to dance to. She made it clear, she wanted our first dance to be a slow dance.

The third or fourth song in was “Nights in White Satin” by The Moody Blues. This was to be our first song. We stepped in very close and started to dance. My arms were around her waist and she had her hands on my shoulders. As the music moved on, Jess pulled me in closer, wrapping her arms tight around my neck. Her warm breath filling my ear with its sweet song. I could feel the heat rising between us, and began to sing along with the song.

“And I love you”
“Oh, how I love you…”

Then, “Nights in White Satin…”
“Never reaching the end…”
“Letters I’ve written…”
“Never meaning to send…”

“Chet,” Jess whispered. “I love you so much. How do you know this song?”

“Are you serious?” I asked. “Your parents, my grandparents, are the original hippies. I hear them playing this stuff all the time. This song does a very good job of relaying how much I love you.”

“The feeling is so mutual. Being away from you during the week hurts so much. The emptiness is nearly unbearable.”

“Baby… It won’t be long and we will be together… Forever. Just remember that.”

“You know just what to say. You make me so wet and horny.”

The song was ending, but the DJ missed the poem at the end which is the most important part of the song, in my opinion. Without answering Jess’ last statement, I recited that poem.

“Breath deep the gathering gloom.
“Watch lights fade from every room.
“Bedsetter people look back and lament.
“Another day’s useless energy is spent.
“Impassioned lovers wrestle as one.
“Lonely man cries for love and has none.
“New mother picks up and suckles her son.
“Senior citizens wish they were young.
“Cold hearted orb that rule the night.
“Removes the colors from our sight.
“Red is gray and yellow white.
“And we decide which is right.
“And which is an illusion.

Jess didn’t say anymore. She simply pulled herself closer to me, as if that were possible. Her cheek was pressed hard against mine. I felt what I thought was a single tear roll down my cheek. It was her tear. “Are you okay, Baby?” I asked.

“I am wonderful tonight,” she sniffed. She kissed my ear. The next two songs were slow and we continued to grind on each other. I could easily feel the mound of her pussy through the thin material of her dress and my thin polyester tux pants. “You feel ready for later right now. You know what I mean?”

“Yes, I know exactly what you mean, baby. Do you want to cut out now?”

“No… We better stick around for a while longer.” When the song finished, we returned to our seats for a short rest.

I was no more than set and comfortable when Tom came bounding over to us. “I just made a request with the DJ. I would like to invite you to play some air guitar with me and the boys.”

‘What up Tommy? What are we playing to?” I asked.

“Just get your butt out there and be ready,” he pointed to the far side of the dance floor where the crowd was thin.

“You heard him,” Jess said. “Get your butt out there and make a fool of yourself like the rest of the boys,”

“Yes ma’am,” I said. I stood and gave her a kiss. I walked with Tom to join the rest. “So what are we playing to?”

“Green Grass and High Tides by The Outlaws,” he answered. “Do you know that song?”

“Of course I do,” I said. “That’s one of my favorites. It’s one of the main reasons I wanted to learn to play guitar.”

“So you know a good tune when you hear it? That’s fucking awesome!” We met with the rest of the gang just before the song started. There were at least a dozen and a half guys lining up. When the music started, everybody just picked the part they wanted to play. About half played the first lead, a little less than half played second lead, and the rest played rhythm. Though we weren’t playing real guitars, we enjoyed what we were doing and the rest of the crowd got into it also. They all cheered when the son was over. We mock bowed and left the floor.

The rest of the evening went pretty much the way any organized dance goes. Jess and I danced nearly every slow dance and even danced a few fast songs. Jess laughed at how uncomfortable I appeared to be. I wasn’t a good dancer at all. A few young men tried to cut in and have a dance with Jess, but she refused them. She told them she would only dance with me.

When the night was over, we were asked to attend a party. We declined,saying we had other things we need to do. Of course they knew what we were planning. We bade our goodbyes and headed for home.

As soon as we stepped in the door, our clothes started falling off as we made a beeline for her bedroom. Jess had been dropping not so subtle hints that she was extremely horny and ready for me all night. I ached for most of the evening due to her rubbing her hot crotch against mine with every chance she got. I had to hide my erection on more than one occasion. Now that we were home, we could finally fuel the fire properly. By the time we got to her bedroom, we were both completely naked.

We kissed savagely, feeling the lust burn hotter than it ever had before. Jess lay on the bed with her lags spread wide. She patted her pussy, inviting me in. Her large brown eyes showing nearly all black in the low light of the room and her passion. “You don’t need to eat me tonight, Baby. I am ready, so ready for you now.”

I was also ready. My rock hard dick lead me to the steaming honey pot just inches away. I knelt between Jess’ shapely legs and lowered myself to her stomach. My cock rested on her slick pubes. I kissed her, softly at first, then as the heat built even higher than we thought possible. She reached down between her legs, grabbed my throbbing rod and guided it toward the center of her fire. She rubbed the head over her dripping wet lips to lube me up and directed me to the tight entrance of her vagina. She was as tight as I remembered form the brief sex we had months before. The feeling was incredible. Her tight muscles sucked me in deeper with every passing second.

I moved deeper into her love tunnel until my balls rested on her swollen yet yielding pussy lips. I started a slow in and out movement. Our lips were locked and tongues wrestled each other. I began to pick up the pace and Jess humped her pussy up to meet every stroke.