Date: Wed, 20 Jun 2012 01:22:01 +0000
From: william michael <beau155@hotmail.com>
Subject: Aunt Natalie, Part 8

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The last few weeks of summer were idyllic for Allen.  He had no academic
work to be concerned with.  He was free to spend his days with Maggie,
walking, talking, teaching her piano and of course lots and lots of sex.
Mostly in his room, but also in a few secluded spots outdoors to include
her favorite little patch of grass behind the hedges in the park.  It was
still a source of unending amazement that this incredible girl was so
committed to him.  Equally amazing was her physical transformation.

It seemed that each day there was a bit more curve to her hips and ass, or
that her tits seemed to be a bit fuller.  It was like her body had been on
hold until she started providing it with sufficient nutrition and now it
was trying to make up for lost time.  One of his favorite activities now
was to simply look at her while she lay naked on the bed or a blanket on
the grass and think about the changes.

And she was embracing them as well.  There was a confidence now where
before it was self consciousness about her tall skinny body.  Her choice of
clothes and how she wore them tended to be more about showing off than
ignoring what was there.  And since she considered Allen responsible he was
the constant focus of her attention and affections.  She almost always had
a hand or arm in contact with him.  He received frequent kisses on the face
and lips and when they made love her passion for him was almost
overwhelming.

And then there was Aunt Nats.  Every night he was in her bed and they went
to sleep wrapped naked in each others arms and many an evening and some
afternoons were spent in exciting three ways with Maggie.

Since the night he had come home from camp and she had introduced him to
role playing, they had a number of exciting times acting out different
scenarios that always ended in mind blowing and often multiple orgasms.
One that Allan considered his favorite was where he was a patient in a
hospital bed about to receive a sponge bath from the nurse and her
assistant.  Aunt Nats was the nurse, dressed in a uniform that barely
covered her broad firm ass.  The top was a deep V-neck that had a first
button that just closed beneath the massive bust that was threatening to
spill out everywhere.

The assistant was a tall willowly blonde in a candy striper outfit that
should have included a dancing pole.  The tiny shorts had legs barely and
inch in length and a waist less than three.  The top had sleeves that
reached to the elbow, but didn't go any further down her torso than just
below her tits, which were pushed up to form a nicely noticeable cleavage,
which seemed to please the youngster no end.

The nurse was most attentive to the patient, bending over him, checking his
vital signs, checking for signs of fever or other distress nearly
everywhere as he lay naked atop the bed covers.  The candy striper had
something else in mind because she seemed to be constantly bumping into the
nurse, rubbing against her from behind and just being a general nuisance.
Finally the nurse lost her composure and turned on her young assistant.

"Just what is it you think you are doing, young lady.  We have a patient
here to tend to."

"But we are," the young blonde replied, "and you're doing it all yourself.
I'm just trying to be helpful."

"How is rubbing your body all over mine being anything but distracting?"

"I'm distracting you?" the girl said with a naughty little grin, as she
leaned in and let her smaller chest just touch the bared cleavage of the
older woman.

"When you do things like that, yes," the nurse replied.

"How about now?" the girl asked as she pressed hard and brought a bare leg
alongside one of the nurse's.

"Even more so."

"Then this should really get your attention," as the girl darted her head
forward and made lip to lip contact with the nurse.

The kiss turned into a lip grinding, tongue sucking spectacle that was not
lost on the patient if the expansion of his cock was any indicator.  He
watched through half closed eyes as the two angels of mercy locked
themselves together, grinding away with lips, tits and hips as their
patient looked on.  Finally the nurse pulled back and said,

"This is so improper.  We are supposed to be tending to this poor young
fellow."

"Oh, don't you worry," the candy striper purred, "he's going to get
everything he needs, and then some."

And the kissing began again, as did a lot of groping.  The candy striper
found the bare ass cheeks of the nurse to be a delight to grope and squeeze
and fondle, while the nurse couldn't get enough of the cute round buns of
her assistant.  It wasn't long before questing fingers found the necessary
buttons and zippers and soon the two were naked expect for shoes and their
little hats.

Bare tits pressed against each other and bare pussies were rubbing against
bare, and now wet, thighs.  Slowly the two horny medics settled down on the
bed and the patient was forced to move over so the two could lay next to
him, the younger stretched out atop the older as they writhed together.  He
was beginning to feel a little left out when a handful of long slender
fingers wrapped around his hard cock and began to stroke it.  Then a soft
voice said,

"I think we are neglecting the patient."

"I believe you are right.  We must attend to his every need."

With that, the candy striper slid off the nurse and settled herself between
the legs of the patient and began to apply her soft warm lips and her firm
hands to his aching cock.  Meanwhile, the nurse rolled on her side and
covered his mouth with hers and began a thorough examination of his oral
cavity with her tongue.  Her hands likewise were doing an excellent job of
soothing his passion wracked torso.

Once she was sure that the patient's mouth was ready she broke off the oral
exam and placed one of her hard nipples at his mouth.  He accepted it
greedily and began his therapy, sucking, kneading and squeezing the massive
orb.  The nurse let her head roll back and said,

"Hmm, he's responding so nicely."

After a few minutes, her assistant looked up from where she was tending to
the patient's most needy body part and said,

"Perhaps we need to share his treatment, this is very serious work."

The nurse nodded and hey switched positions.  The very knowledgeable lips
slid down the aching, straining shaft while the candy striper did her own
examination of his mouth.  It was every bit as thorough and went on for
some time.  Then she offered up her own nipple for him to suck on.  As he
did she took his head in her arms and broke character for a moment when she
moaned,

"Oh, Allan, darling, that feels so wonderful.  I love you so much."

His response was to suck hard and wrap his arms around her to pull her
closer. After a while of this he broke off and said,

"Don't the caregivers need some care in return?"

The nurse and her assistant looked at each other and nodded.  The nurse
quickly straddled his hips and brought her bare pussy in contact with his
swollen, slippery cock head and began to press down.  The candy striper,
after another deep kiss straddled his head, facing the nurse and allowed
her pussy to rest against his feverish mouth.  His tongue soon began to
work on the wet puffy lips and in no time she was writhing and moaning.

The nurse and her assistant began to examine each other as their bodies
rocked and swayed as the patient became the doctor and probed them
relentlessly.  Each of them shuddered through two deep orgasms as a result
of his skill and persistence and finally when he could hold back no longer
he pushed the girl off his mouth and groaned,

"Oh, fuck, I'm going to cum," which caused the nurse to slide back off his
soaking dick and allow her assistant to swoop down on it and capture the
throbbing head in her mouth. When his hips bucked, he began to shoot his
cum load. She captured every high protein drop and swallowed it down with
relish.  When the last drop was consumed she sat up and shared a kiss with
the nurse and then they both lay down at the sides of the patient, cradling
him close and giving him many caresses because we all know, love, and not
chicken soup, is the best medicine.

But as any student knows, the wonderful days of summer must eventually come
to an end and the first day of school must arrive.  And on the day, Allan
found himself standing in the driveway, waiting for Maggie to join him.
They would walk the half mile or so to and from the high school.  In the
event of inclement weather, Aunt Nats would provide transportation.

When Maggie did appear, Allan could only smile.  Had it only been a couple
of months since he first saw her staring at him, all skinny arms and legs,
tugging on her braid and those big glasses masking so much of her face.
Who he saw walking towards him seemed an entirely different girl.  Her long
silver blonde hair was worn undone, with just enough tucked behind an ear
to leave her face clear.  The smaller, more stylish glasses accented her
face and eyes, not overwhelmed them. And she was dressed in a subdued but
still sexy style.

Every high school has a dress code these days, lots of do and don't.
Maggie had studied their school's closely and made sure she was in
compliance, if just.  Her form hugging skirt was exactly one quarter inch
longer than the minimum allowed. Her three button pull over blouse was
likewise form fitting but overlapped the skirt by just enough and the two
open button's showed no cleavage.  She wore flat strap sandals that didn't
add any height but added to the overall affect of the outfit.  It was all
topped off by a broad smile.

"Good morning, sweetheart.  All ready?" she asked as she stopped in front
of him.

"As ready as I can be," he said.

He was dressed in khaki's and a polo shirt, with a rather battered looking
military style back pack.  He had had quite a discussion with his aunt
about it.  She wanted to buy him a new one along with the school clothes
she got him.  He insisted on using it.  He had found it at a swap meet a
few years earlier and it was like an old friend, and he thought he would
need that now.  Maggie was using a messenger style shoulder bag that was
popular with students.

"Don't be nervous," she said, "you'll do fine."

She offered him her hand and it felt warm and soft in his.  He smiled back
and they started the walk to his new future.  As they did they talked of
little things, including some questions she had about a song she was trying
to learn.  It made for a pleasant way to pass the time on a warm late
summer morning.

As they came around the last bend in the sidewalk and the school campus
came into view, Allan pulled up so short he yanked his hand out of hers.
When Maggie turned she saw him staring wide eyed.

"Allan, what's wrong?"

It took him a moment to find his voice but he finally said,

"It's huge.  How am I going to find my way around such a place?" he said,
staring at the large expanse of buildings and courtyards that made up the
regional high school.

"It's not that bad, sweetie.  It's laid out pretty well and they have signs
and arrows and color coding.  You'll be fine," she said, taking hold of his
hand and trying to get them moving again.

"How many kids go here?" he asked, dragging his feet.

"Around thirty five hundred."

"What?" he exclaimed and then his voice dropped off as he added, "how will
I ever find myself in all that?"

Maggie looked at him, trying to understand what he had just mumbled but she
was trying to get him to move so they wouldn't be late.  Finally, she
overcame his resistance and their pace picked up and she delivered him to
the guidance office as required.

"Alright, sweetheart.  I have to go to homeroom.  If we are lucky, I'll see
you at lunch.  If not, I'll meet you right outside by the end of the
sidewalk, okay?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Relax, Allan.  You'll be fine," she said, giving him a smile, when she was
dying to take him into her long arms to comfort him, but there was no
public displays of affection allowed on campus.

He watched as her tall, lithe figure disappeared through the doorway.  The
lady behind the counter said,

"Yes? Can I help you?"

"Um, Allan Zimmerman, I'm new and I was told I had to report here first."

"That is correct, young man, please sit over there and you'll be taken care
of shortly."

She was right.  He sat for about five minutes when his name was called and
he walked toward the sound of the voice.  A middle aged man directed him to
an office. He sat in the indicated chair across the desk from the man and
waited.

"Well, Mr. Zimmerman.  A short notice transfer but that's not uncommon.
You live with your Aunt who is your guardian now, correct."

"Yes, sir.  My mother is out of the country."

"I see, well, your records indicate you are an excellent student in most
areas, and quite outstanding in math.  We've taken the liberty of placing
you in an advanced math class.  Your old school was a little short on this
but we have an excellent program.  We think you'll have no trouble getting
up to speed."

"I've been attending Math camp for the last several summers, sir.  I should
be okay," he added, his voice a bit strained.

"That's good to hear.  Is there anything else we should know about you,
that maybe the records don't show?"

"I play piano, well, keyboards actually."

"Ahh, well, you may want to give our music program some thought.  It's
quite highly regarded in the state.  Forgive me but you seem somewhat
agitated.  Are you alright?"

"It's just that this is a much bigger school than I'm used to. I don't know
how I'll fit in here."

"Yes, I agree that it is quite a large place.  We take students from five
different towns.  I sometimes think they may have overdone the
regionalization bit, but here we are.  The practical aspects are pretty
straight forward.  Subject matter is consolidated in specific parts of the
buildings and wings.  Color coding is used. As you can see on your
schedule, classes are coded and so are the halls.  Arrows point the way to
other areas.  A smart fellow like you should have no issue with that. As to
the rest, give it some time.  I think you'll fit in just fine.  If you
don't have any other questions, I suggest you get headed toward your first
class.  It'll give you some time to get adjusted to the system."

"Yes, sir."

With that Allan took up his schedule, saw that he had American History
first and what the color was.  He went out into the hall and saw the
properly colored arrow pointing to the left so he went that way.  It took a
while but he found where he needed to be with some time to spare so he
backed up against the wall and waited. When the bell sounded, the doors
swung open and masses of kids swarmed into the halls and in what seemed to
Allan akin to salmon swimming up stream, made their way to their classes.
While he was waiting he had the foresight to look at the class after this
and saw he'd have to double back.

And so the morning went, he had two classes and a study hall and then
lunch.  It all seemed to be going okay until he tried to get to where his
assigned study hall was located.  He wasn't sure how but he got crossed up
and found himself lost.  As he looked around the now empty corridors he
couldn't seem to make sense of the arrows and the colors and he stood
looking around helplessly. He walked down one corridor and then another
when he saw an open door.  He looked in and saw that he was at the side
entrance of a large auditorium and he was looking right up at the stage
where, in all it's glory, sat a full sized, concert grand piano, the name
Steinway and Sons glittering in the subdued light.

Almost as if in a dream he walked in and slowly mounted the steps.  In all
his life he had only seen pictures of the fabled Steinway.  As he stood
next to the bench he let his hand glide reverently over the shiny black
finish.  He let his back pack down on the floor and he sat on the bench.
So fixated on the instrument was he that he didn't even look to see if
anyone was around.

He pushed back the cover over the keyboard and stared at the white and
black keys.  All his anxiety over being lost drained away as he brought his
left hand up and began to play a base chord.  Then the right came up and
began to move the keys in a syncopated rhythm that should have been heard
on Bourbon Street.

But all too soon the demons rose up and took hold.  She left you here to
get swallowed up in this mass of humanity while she played do gooder in the
jungles.  She tossed you away like so much scrap.  And as the dark thoughts
swirled up and around the fear, the anxiety and above all the anger built
and filled him and flowed out through his fingers.  The auditorium soon
rang to the sound of early jazz fueled by darkness and despair.  He was
lost in that place and it had never been deeper or darker.

He was so lost that he never heard the voices from other students who had
appeared on the stage, who took up their instruments and tried to play
along with this mad genius who had suddenly appeared.  But it wasn't long
until only the drummer was making any attempt to keep up while the rest
just stood and stared in amazement.

Other students had come to stand by the different doors leading into the
auditorium and wondered why there was a concert on the first day of school
and who was that playing with such ferocity.  One of the passersby happened
to be a tall willowly blonde who was able to see over the tops of the
students by one door and her reaction was one of dismay.

"Oh dear god, not here, not now," and then she was off, racing around to
get to the side door nearest the stage while the auditorium rang to the
sound of the devil's own rag.

She was through the door and then slowly mounting the stairs oblivious to
the looks of the other kids on the stage.  She came up behind Allan and put
her hands on his shoulders and brought her face close to his.

"Allan, sweetheart, come back to me.  It's Maggie. Whatever is wrong we'll
take care of it.  Come back, sweetheart, you don't have to do this."

And as she spoke her hair touched his face and her fragrance began to
intrude on his consciousness and when she lightly kissed his cheek the
swirling darkness began to ebb and flow and slowly drain away.  He began to
resurface and the sound began to diminish and he remembered where he was.
His hands came off the keyboard as if it had suddenly gotten red hot.  He
looked around and saw the other musicians and heard them say things like,

"Un-friggin believable, dude."

"Righteous playing, man, righteous."

He turned and saw Maggie who now was standing back a way.  He heard some
scattered applause from the back of the auditorium and the panic struck.
He scrambled off the bench and grabbed his pack and ran past Maggie who
said,

"Shit" and went off after him, ignoring the shouts from the others.  As she
came out of the door she saw that Allan hadn't watched where he was or
where he was going because he bounced off some lockers and was trying to
get himself righted when she was able to sprint and grab hold of his
shoulders.

"For god's sake, Allan, it's me.  Stop that and stand still," she yelled at
him.

Her voice seemed to shock him and he froze and then turned to look at her,
his face a mask of anguish.  Ignoring the rules she took hold of him and
pulled him tightly to her.  She was stroking his hair and she felt him
holding on for dear life.

"I can't believe I did this on my first day.  Omigod, omigod," he mumbled.

"It's okay, sweetheart, this place is enough to make anyone lose their
way."

"Ahem," came a voice from near the door to the auditorium.  "You are aware
of the prohibition against public displays of affection, are you not," said
the fussy, sententious voice.

"How are the rules on trying to comfort a fellow student in the midst of a
panic attack?" she shot back over her shoulder.

"My dear young woman, your tone and attitude is highly disrespectful."

"And yours is highly unsympathetic. Can't you see how upset he is?  I'm not
going to explain it out here in the hall but he's been through a tough time
lately and this isn't helping."

She went back to speaking in low tones, her head down near Allan's, the
fall of her hair nearly obscuring his face.  Finally, he let his arms drop
and he stepped away to face whoever it was that was watching them from the
auditorium doorway.

"It may be as the young lady says, but that doesn't excuse the unauthorized
use of such a valuable piece of school property," the man said, looking at
them over the tops of his small wire rimmed glasses.

"I'm sorry, sir. I just couldn't help myself.  I had never even seen such a
piano before in person."

"You've taken lessons, of course," he replied.

"Yes, but my teacher only had an upright.  And I play on an electronic
keyboard now."

"You no longer take lessons?"

"No, sir.  We had to drop them for financial reasons."

"But you continue to play?"

"Yes, sir. Every day."

"And he's giving me lessons as well," Maggie added.

He regarded her over the tops of his glasses again and she regarded him
right back.

"Hmm, a dedicated artist, a rare find these days.  Let me ask you this.
Can you play the piano without trying to pound it through the stage floor?"

"Yes, sir, actually, I can play just about anything without that happening.
It's just when I play boogie woogie does what you just heard happen."

"Hmm, would you consider auditioning for our stage band, to include the
jazz ensemble?" the man asked.

"I don't know, sir," he replied after some hesitation.  "I've never played
with anyone else before.  I'm not sure how that would work out."

"It would go a long way in convincing me to overlook what just occurred on
my stage," he countered.

Maggie whispered something and nudged Allan.

"Let me think about it tonight and I'll let you know in the morning, how is
that?"

"Good enough.  I suggest you get moving now, it's almost time for the
bell."

"Yes, sir."

Maggie started to hustle Allan back down the corridor.

"What do you have next?"

"Lunch."

"Where?"

"Um, say's Main Cafeteria."

"Ah, cool.  Me, too.  At least we can have lunch together."

And they did, where they discovered that against all odds they had English
class together as well.  The rest of the day passed uneventfully, although
based on some whispers he had the feeling word had gotten around that
someone had flipped out in the Auditorium that morning.  When he got home,
Maggie came in and sat with him on the couch, wrapping him in her long arms
and she just tried to be there for him. When Aunt Nats got home just before
dinner, Maggie had to explain what happened as Allan didn't want to say a
word.

Aunt Natalie looked at her nephew for a moment and then crooked a finger at
him and when he approached she reached out and pulled him to her.  She
rested her head atop his and said,

"My dear boy.  You have no need to feel embarrassed or ashamed.  You have
been through much of late, and not of your doing.  It's easy to feel
overwhelmed by so much change.  And it wasn't a complete disaster.  You
came to the attention of the director of the music program.  I've heard of
him.  A bit of a fusspot in the old tradition but he sends many students on
to very prestigious college programs.  I know you seem to be moving along
the math route but who knows what this could open up for you.  Just promise
me that you'll try to keep your wits about you and look for help when you
need it."

Allan lifted his head up from where it was resting on her bust and said,

"I'll try, Aunt Nats."

"That's my boy," she said and then planted a loving, lingering kiss on his
lips and then said he should go sit with Maggie while she made dinner.

When he sat back down at her side, she said,

"Don't I get one of those?" and then didn't wait for an answer while she
covered his mouth with hers and started a long slow kiss with lots of
tongue.

When Aunt Nats came in to call them to the table, she found them stretched
out on the couch, Maggie on top, making out with abandon.  She thought the
day couldn't have been that bad.  The next morning, Allan and Maggie
arrived at school a bit early and were able to let the music director, one
Mr. Alistair Smith, that Allan would audition.  Mr. Smith replied he would
send Allan information on the when where and what would be expected of him
in a few days.  The morning passed smoothly although he did get a few looks
and at lunch he was happy to be with Maggie. They had finished up their
meal and were just getting up to put their trays away.

"So, it looks like things are going to work out alright," she said.

"Yeah, I just hope this doesn't take up too much time.  My math class is
going to require a lot of work, I think."

"You'll do fine, sweetheart," she said with a smile but before they could
continue they were interrupted by a girl's voice.

"You're Maggie, right?"

"That's right," she replied and swiveled her head around to see she was
speaking not to one girl, but half a dozen.

"Hi, I'm Nancy.  We're all on the womens volley ball team.  We were
wondering if you'd think of trying out for the team."

"What?  What makes you think I can play volley ball?"

"Well, you're like one of the tallest girls in the school if not the
tallest. We lost nearly all our height to graduation last year. Haven't you
ever played before?"

"Well, yeah, like at picnics and stuff, just batting the ball back and
forth."

"Okay, well that's something.  Please, we could really use the help."

"I dunno," she said and began to look to Allan when another, much less
pleasant voice said,

"Hey, look at you, it's O'Hanlon, right?"

The owner of the voice was a sturdily built boy about five ten or so,
wearing a varsity jacket with letters in baseball, basketball and football
on it.  He had a smug smile and walked up to the table with a swagger,
followed by two others, also in varsity jackets.

"That's right, who the hell are you?" she replied, with plenty of 'old
school' Maggie in her voice.

"You're kidding right?  Doesn't this jacket tell you anything?"

"Yes, it tells me you're stupid enough to wear a jacket when it's eighty
degrees outside."

Several of the girls from the volley ball team laughed.

"Careful, O'Hanlon," the boy said, trying to maintain his attitude, "being
nice to me could do you a lot of good around here."

"And I would want to do that why?" she said, her voice loaded with scorn.

"Well, it's obvious you did a lot of growing over the summer.  Looks like
your finally ready to join the majors and stop hanging out with these
losers."

Her eyebrows shot up and the girls behind weren't laughing anymore.

"First of all, I wasn't hanging with anyone.  I was sitting here with my
boyfriend, Allan.  Now I'm talking with these ladies about something that's
none of your damn business.  Now why don't you boys go somewhere and play
with whatever balls you prefer?"

Someone snickered from one of the nearer tables and while this wasn't going
at all like he had hoped, the jock took one more shot.

"Boyfriend?" he said turning to look at Allan. "This little runt?  Isn't he
the one that freaked out in the auditorium yesterday?" he said with a laugh
and then began turning back toward Maggie.

Now there are those who believe in the perfect moment.  And for such
believers this would have been one of those times.  Just as the boy turned
to face Maggie his cheek and jaw met her hand coming down in a sweeping arc
that connected with such force that it snapped his head around and drove
him to his knees.  When he was able to look up and around he was staring
into the face of six feet plus of female fury, all focused on a finger
pointed about two inches from his face.

"Listen to me, varsity boy.  I hear a crack like that out of you again,
you'll get more than a slap in the face."

He struggled to his feet and whatever he was going to say he swallowed in
the face of not a half dozen girls, but fully a dozen more on top of that.
Apparently, more than a few other members of the womens sports programs had
been sitting nearby and now formed a solid mass of sisterhood behind
Maggie.  Nancy offered the boy some sage advice when she said,

"If you ever want another date with a girl in this school, you better shut
up and walk away.  This conversation just might get tweeted all over
school, if it hasn't been already.  Go away, Jennings.  You lost today."

Muttering to himself and his two friends, the jock turned around and walked
away. Nancy turned to Maggie and said,

"Please, Maggie, if you can connect with a volley ball the way you did with
that clown's face, you'd be amazing on a court.  Please try out."

The veil of anger flowed away from Maggie's face and she looked at Allan
and said,

"I don't know, what do you think, sweetheart?"

Allan took a breath and said,

"I have no idea how successful you might be, Maggie, but I think you should
give it a try.  With the math class and possible music stuff, my afternoons
might be tied up and this would give you something to do.  Plus, who knows?
If it turns out your any good, it could be a way for you to get some
scholarship money for college."

"Hmm, hadn't thought of that," she mused and then shrugged.  "Alright, I'll
give it a shot."

"Yes," Nancy said.  "Thursday, right after school, in the A gym."

"Okay."

Nancy looked at Allan and smiled and said, "Thank you."

Another girl was far more demonstrative and she darted to Allan's side,
gave him a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek.  She had dark hair and
somewhat Asian features. When she turned, smiling and saw Maggie glaring at
her she held up both hands palms outward and said,

"Sorry, just saying thanks," but her grin didn't fade away.

Maggie turned back to Nancy and said,

"I'll see you on Thursday."

With that, she and Allan walked out of he cafeteria.  As they walked toward
their one class together, Maggie looked over and down at Allan and said,

"Do you really think I could do this?"

"You won't know until you try and yeah, I think you might surprise
yourself," he said back with a small grin.

The best she could do within the confines of the school was give him a
little hip bump.  The rest of the day passed normally.  Allan wasn't much
for English and the assignment they were given didn't do much to help that
feeling.  They were supposed to right a short story, featuring themselves
in some made up situation.  The teacher said it was a pass/fail assignment,
simply to allow her to gauge everyone's level of proficiency.  As they
walked home, Maggie and Allan discussed it.

"I think it sounds interesting.  I think I'll make myself into a lady in a
castle, hopelessly in love with a peasant."

"What, like me?"

"No, for you my dear sir, are far from a peasant," she replied haughtily
and then laughed and wrapped her arm around his shoulder and pulled him in
tightly.

They were specifically ordered to do this assignment entirely on their own.
Which didn't mean they had to be alone while doing it, so they sat in the
kitchen of Aunt Nats house, eating cookies and working on their
assignments.  After a half an hour or so Allan felt a bare leg brush
against his.  When he looked over, Maggie was studiously looking at her
paper.  A bit later he felt it again and it was more than just a brush.
When he looked over, she was looking back at him, her green eyes alight
with mischief.

"What's going on?"

"What is going on, my dear fellow, is that the castle is empty and my
desire for my handsome peasant is burning within.  If I don't quench these
flames, and soon, I will surely be consumed until only ashes are left."

"And I suppose I'm the one to provide the liquid to quench those flame, my
haughty wench?"

"Wench?" Maggie exclaimed.  "I show you who's a wench."

She leaned across the table and pulled him to her and covered his mouth
with hers. Their tongues danced and probed, until finally she stood up and
pulled him out of the chair, wrapping her arms around him and squeezing him
to her.  He in turn had his hands running up and down her back, under her
blouse and grabbing her ass. When they finally broke apart, she spoke
hoarsely.

"What say you to that, you rogue?"

"I say, my lady is like a cauldron that threatens to bubble over, if not
handled properly," he said with a smile and he began kissing her again as
he turned them around, pressing her against the table with his leg pushing
between hers.

She allowed herself to be pushed back until she was lying on the table top.
Her legs came up to wrap around his back as he kissed her throat and slid
his hands up to push under her blouse, his hands resting on her bra covered
tits.  Any play acting had dissolved and she wrapped her hands around the
back of his head and said,

"Oh, Allan, my sweet boy.  I love how your hands feel on me."

With that, he began to work her top over her head and then pulled the bra
away so he could get at her nipples and he began to suck and tease them
with his tongue and fingers.  She responded with cooes and the hunching of
her pussy against his thigh, separated by layers of cloth.  She reached
between them and began to undo first her shorts and then his and he did the
rest.  Last to come off was his shirt.  Both naked, they continued to revel
in the feel of each others bare skin.

His hard cock was rubbing up and down her pussy lips and she again was
moving her hips to add to the feeling.  Allan then kissed his way down her
stomach and then hooked his arms under her legs and pushed them up.  Maggie
took hold of her legs behind the knees and folded them against her chest as
Allan applied his tongue to her pussy.  She gulped and gasped as he began a
thorough and aggressive tonguing. Almost immediately, she began to flow and
he was lapping up her juices.  When he attacked her clit she groaned and
began to mumble how good it felt and how much she loved him.

When he was sure she was well lubricated he stood up straight and brought
his cock into action, pressing the head against the wet lower lips and
pushed in.  Maggie let go of her legs, letting them come to rest on his
shoulders as she began to play with her growing breasts and very hard
nipples.  Her wet tight pussy felt like heaven wrapped around his cock and
as he fucked she used both hands and legs as best she could to pull him
into her tunnel.

"Oh, fuck me, darling, fuck me.  I can't believe how good you are."

He increased the pace and force of his stroking into that hot tight place
and it wasn't long before he was grunting and saying,

"Oh, shit, Maggie, I'm going to cum, baby.  Damn."

Having cum twice already herself, she pushed Allan back and slid off the
table and dropped to her knees in front of him and swallowed half his cock,
just in time to catch the first hot jet of cum.  She grabbed his ass and
sucked and swallowed until all of her favorite protein source was taken in
and not a drop wasted.  When she was done she sat back and looked up at
him, her smile warm and her eyes ablaze.

"Oh, my goodness.  You're amazing.  If those girls at school knew what you
could do I'd have to beat them away with a club."

"And I bet more than a few boys are beating themselves just thinking about
you," he said, looking down at her.

It took a second for what he said to register but when it did, she giggled
and then stood up and hugged him tight and kissed him until they were both
out of breath. Later that night as he and his Aunt were sitting on the
couch together, he in sleep pants and no shirt, her in just a sheer black
nightie, she asked,

"So, darling, is school putting much of a crimp in your sex life?"

"A bit, yeah.  I think Maggie and I will have to grab what we can during
the week. This afternoon while we were doing homework in the kitchen, we
wound up fucking right there on the table.  It was really hot.  So it might
be fewer opportunities but very exciting when we do."

"Hmm, that does sound exciting, tell me all about it," the older woman said
as she ran her fingers over his bare chest.

So he told her in fulsome detail while he stroked her bare thigh and before
he got to the part where she swallowed his load, they were laying on the
couch, he atop his Aunt, minus his sleep pants, fucking her drenched pussy
while she was groping her big tits through the nightie.  He dumped his
first load deep inside her and then she was leading them both into the
bedroom where the nightie came off and Allan fucked her tight ass hard once
she had him sucked back fully erect and slippery with her saliva. Between
his hard cock in her ass, and her fingers dancing on her clit, she
shuddered through two hard, deep climaxes.

The rest of the week passed without too much trouble.  Maggie had her
tryout and she indeed did have some ability.  Digging up a ball from near
the floor proved problematic since it was such a long way down for her.
She did prove somewhat adept at setting once it was demonstrated and she
practiced for a while.  The spike however is where she lived and breathed.
The first couple of attempts were a bit shaky as she tried to get the
timing right, but once the little Asian girl, Kimberly, or Kimmie,
suggested she imagine the ball was Jennings' head, the sound of hand
hitting ball and ball hitting floor echoed through the gym like rifle
shots. It was a very happy group of girls when the try out was over.

"Allan, sweetheart, you wouldn't believe what it was like.  I couldn't
believe what I was doing in that gym."

"But I do believe it, babe.  I was there watching, remember?  You've got
all kinds of hidden talents.  First piano, now this," he said proudly as
they sat in the family room going over the events of the day.

Her mom and dad were sneaking a quickie supper out together so Maggie was
going to eat with Allan and Aunt Nats.  She looked at him as they sat hand
in hand, angled toward each other.

"No one ever saw these things but you.  Those beautiful blue eyes see so
much," she said, leaning forward to kiss his forehead just about those
eyes.

Her lips than moved down to his lips and they began to kiss, long, soft and
warm kisses.  When Aunt Nats came in she found them cuddled up on the
couch, exchanging the same.

"Well, it looks like someone had a good day," and after exchanging similar
kisses with each of the kids she listened as Maggie recounted the events of
the tryout.

When dinner was done, the clothes came off and the toys came out and they
spent a couple of hours making each other feel even better.  Maggie even
donned the black strap on and fucked Allan's ass while he applied his real
cock to his Aunt's pussy and ass.  Friday wasn't quite so good.  In
homeroom, Allan was given a note that he needed to report to the guidance
office instead of study hall.  He didn't think much of it, probably just a
follow up to see how he was adjusting.  When he arrived he was called into
the original counselors office, but there was someone else there as well, a
woman, perhaps in her thirties, her expression mildly neutral.

"Good morning, Allan," the man began.  "How are you getting on?"

"Not bad.  Things are settling down and I'm finding my way around.  The
advanced math course is pretty cool and I may be getting involved with the
music program as well."

"I'm glad to hear that.  Allan, the reason you were called in today, and
why Ms. Greer is here, is your English teacher was concerned about the
essay you turned in earlier this week."

"Yes, sir?"

"Allan," Ms. Greer began, "I'm one of the school psychologists.  I've read
your paper.  If you don't mind my saying so, that story you wrote has some
pretty dark undertones."

Allan sat back and thought about it and after a moment, nodded his head and
said,

"I guess I can see where you might have thought that."

"Would you care to hazard a guess as to why that is?"

"I suppose because there are some dark undertones up here," he offered,
tapping the side of his head.  "Things have been a bit rocky the last few
months, well, years I guess you could say.  I guess I was just drawing from
that."

"How are things at home, Allan?" she asked.

"Now, they are great.  Living with my Aunt Natalie is terrific.  I have a
girlfriend and my music and stuff."

"It wasn't always that way was it?" she prodded.

"Nope," was all he said.

"And?" she prompted.

"And nothing," he replied, his tone becoming more defensive.

"Allan, if we are going to help you we need to know what might be bothering
you," she said.

Allan's expression was stoney.  He looked from the guidance counselor to
the psychologist then back.

"Am I under some sort of requirement to to tell you these things?  It's not
like testifying in court, is it?"

"Well, no, but we think your story hints at things that need to be dealt
with."

"They are," was his terse reply.

Ms. Greer held his gaze for a moment and then nodded with a sigh.

"Alright, Allan, you might as well go.  But please reconsider and come see
me.  We are only trying to help."

He nodded, stood up and left the office.  The two adults watched and when
the door closed they looked at each other.

"That is one very disturbed young man," he said.

"Not disturbed, angry, very angry," she replied.

"Angry at whom?"

"Based on what information his Aunt supplied when she registered him, I'd
say his mother for leaving him behind, and at himself for feeling that
way."

"Do you think he might be a danger to himself, or anyone else?"

"Hard to say.  At a minimum he's a very unhappy young man, beneath it all.
That can be fairly damaging over time.  I wonder if his Aunt could tell me
anything."

As they continued to talk the object of their discussion made his way to
what was left of study hall.  He had some homework to deal with.  At lunch
he was unusually quiet.  Maggie sat as close to him as she felt she could
get away with.  Some of the other girls from the volley ball team sat with
them, including the irrepressible Kimmie. Allan's mood was impossible to
miss and the fact that Maggie was talking to him quietly suggested they
stay out of it.  They could hear the words "English paper" and
"Psychologist" and a very determined, "let me see it".

Allan reached into his bag and pulled out a notebook and extracted a couple
of pieces of folded paper.  He handed it to Maggie and went back to his
lunch, not that he was making any real effort with it.  The girls watched
Maggie as she read, first seeing her face cloud, then frown, then the
universal female gesture of dismay, a hand covering her mouth.  By the time
she was finished there were tears running down her cheeks.  She wiped them
away and her hand reached to cover his.  He didn't acknowledge it but
didn't pull away either.

What Maggie read was in essence a written version of what he had endured
while playing the Steinway.  It was a bitter indictment of abandonment by
an uncaring mother wedded to a litany of failures by an undeserving son,
for why else would a mother leave a child behind?

Maggie wiped away the tears and put her mouth close to his ear and the
girls again heard a few emphatic words, "that is not you, not you at all,"
and "she did try to have you join her" and finishing up with "you know we
love you".  He turned to look at her and said,

"I know you do and I love you," he said not even trying to lower his voice,
"but that is all pretty recent, and this," he said, tapping the paper, "is
years in the making. I just can't forget this."

With that he pushed his tray away, stood up and took his backpack and
walked away. Maggie got up and hurried after him.  The girls remaining at
the table looked around at each other and Nancy said,

"Poor little guy, something's got him all screwed up."

"Don't you know?" Kimmie said, "He's here because his mother took off to
Central America or something, save the rain forest or whatever. Sent him
off to live with his Aunt.  How would you feel, I mean really feel if your
mom did that?" the usually bubbly girl said sadly.

Ironically their next class was English and the teacher wasn't sure but she
felt that at least two students were trying to drill holes through her with
their eyes. She was pretty sure she knew why.  It wasn't until late Sunday
afternoon that Allan began to show signs of his usual nature.  However, his
darker mood remained just below the surface so when he reported the next
afternoon to do his audition, Maggie was praying that Mr. Smith wouldn't
ask him to play any boogie woogie, or she would be trying to find him in
some dark corner of the school.

Maggie had no need to worry.  At this point, Mr. Smith was only interested
in Allan's proficiency with the classics.  Allan sat at the Steinway, while
Mr. Smith stood to the side of the piano.  Unbeknownst to either was that
Maggie and her erstwhile teammates were huddled by the side door to hear
what was happening.

"Now, Mr. Zimmerman, I had hopes to preform this piece but the only pianist
of adequate ability left the school district this summer.  Are you familiar
with it?" he asked, handing Allan the sheet music.

Allan looked at the title and smiled and then looked up at the music
director.

"Yes, sir, I am.  It's one of my favorites.  It's actually the first major
composition that I committed to memory."

"Is that so?  Would you please?" Mr. Smith said as he gestured for him to
begin.

Allan squared himself on the bench and after a moment he began to play.  It
took about thirty seconds for Mr. Smith to realize that the boy could
play. Within about two minutes he understood that this young man could
perform.  Shortly after that, it became apparent that Allan Zimmerman
understood the music and was interpreting what the composer had intended
the listener to experience.  It had been his intention to let the boy play
for a few minutes to gauge how much work was going to be required.  Instead
he allowed him to play the entire twenty minute piece.

When Allan finished, letting the last notes fade away, Mr. Smith had to
shake himself a bit and then he said,

"That was very well done, young man.  It should make for a very memorable
event. Now, you know my intention is to do this with full orchestral
accompaniment.  I would like to conduct a rehearsal as soon as possible,
owing to your inexperience in such matters.  Would you be available this
Wednesday afternoon?"

"Yes, sir, I can be."

"Excellent.  Can I ask you to come to my office, I have some material that
you might find useful in preparation."

As Allan left the stage for the Directors office, the girls who had been
outside the door stood in amazed silence.  Kimmie looked at Maggie and
said,

"That was amazing.  Did you know he could play that well?"

"Sort of.  He's teaching me but mostly I've heard him play boogie woogie,
you know, early jazz. I've never heard anything like that before.  I
thought I was going to cry at some points and wanted to dance during
others.  My god."

"That kid's really something," one of the other girls said.

"You don't know the half of it," Maggie replied softly.

The walk home was quiet.  Allan's mood was still a bit fragile and Maggie
was worried about saying something wrong.  Finally, she said,

"That was really a beautiful piece that you played for your audition,
sweetheart."

Allan looked up at her in surprise.

"How'd you manage to hear that?  I thought you were practicing with the
team."

"We took a break and came the auditorium, the side door was open and we
stood outside."

"Oh, well, thanks.  It's one of my favorites and it was really fun playing
it on that piano," he said with a genuine smile.

Maggie put her arm around his shoulder and pulled him close.  When they got
back to Aunt Nat's house they found a note telling them she had to go to a
last minute client meeting and she would be home later, bringing dinner
with her.  Maggie thought for a moment and then pulled Allan into a hug and
said,

"Sweetheart, I know the last few days have been difficult for you but could
I ask you do something for me?"

"Of course."

"Would you make love to me the way you played that music this afternoon?"

"How do you mean?"

"Treat me the way you treated the piano.  Make me feel the way I did when I
heard the music."

He looked up at her and saw the longing in her eyes.  He smiled a bit and
reached up to pull her head down and he began to softly kiss her lips, his
tongue sliding out to slowly trace over her lips.  It was gentle and loving
but the feeling it conveyed started a tingle that spread over her whole
body.  When he broke off the kiss he took her by the hand and led her past
his room and into Aunt Nats bedroom.

He was firmly in charge at the moment but this firmness was tempered with
gentle affection.  His kissed her again and then let his lips trail down
her neck and throat.  He began to slowly unbutton her blouse and as skin
was exposed he let his lips brush over it.  When he was done he pushed the
blouse off her shoulders.

Next came her skirt and her shoes.  As she stood barefoot, in her panties
and bra, he let his fingers slide over the warm smooth skin, raising
goosebumps and making her shudder.  Then he reached around behind her and
expertly undid the clasp of her bra.  He slid it off and dropped it to the
floor.  He smiled when he saw that her tits, while still smallish were
filling out and promised wonderful things to come.

His lips caressed the nipples, which were already hard.  His hands
continued their journey and Maggie was starting to drift, her hands coming
up to rest on his shoulders, her head falling back, her long hair hanging
straight down.

"Oh, Allan, lover..." was all she managed to articulate.

He then began to slide her panties down her long slender thighs, revealing
the smooth shaved pussy beneath.  He took them all the way down and she
stepped out of them. He gently pushed her thighs apart and kneeling in
front of her, still fully clothed, began to apply his tongue to her damp
lips and partially hooded clit. He was slow and gentle, his hands running
up and down her thighs, caressing them.

Then his hands slid around to grip her bare ass cheeks and to pull her a
bit tighter to his mouth.  His lips closed over her clit and his tongue
began to flick and swipe across the nub.  Maggie took hold of his head and
applied some pressure. Her hips began to move as well but Allan kept his
technique slow, steady and insistent.  It wasn't long before he could feel
her legs begin to shake and then she was clutching at his head, bending
forward so that her silver blonde hair was now draped over his head and she
was moaning and grunting as an orgasm tore through her.

When she finally stopped quaking he could feel her leaning against him so
he guided her a bit closer to the bed and then gave her a little push.  She
fell back on the bed, her lower legs over the side, her arms spread wide,
her hair all over the place. Her eyes were closed but she had a small smile
on her lips.  Alan smiled at her and then began to remove his clothes.  The
sound must have alerted her because her eyes opened and her smile
broadened.

"Hmm, I was wondering when you were going to get around to that," she said.

When his briefs came down and his hard cock came into view, Maggie smiled
wider and she held her arms out.  He climbed up onto the bed and knelt
between her legs, which were now pulled up, her knees high and her feet
planted on the edge of the bed.  He leaned forward and began to kiss her
again, as the head of his cock began to rub up and down the damp lips of
her pussy.

She hooked her feet behind his legs and wrapped her arms around his back
and urged him to begin pushing in.  He kept it slow and easy and when he
finally had his balls against her ass he began to fuck her.  He started
slow and easy but steadily built up the pace and energy.  At one point he
hooked his arms under her legs and pushed them up so that she had them over
his shoulders and he leaned into her and began to hammer away.

"Oh, yes, oh, yes, oh, yes," she was calling out, her head flailing from
side to side.  "Fuck me, sweetheart, yes, yes."

She had reached past her legs and was holding tight to his ass and when her
orgasm hit, her hands clamped down hard and they froze for a moment as her
body shuddered and bucked a bit.  As the tension flowed from her body, he
began stroking into her and she was squealing in delight. Finally, he felt
his balls begin to tighten and he pulled out and letting her legs drop, he
moved quickly to straddle her chest and he brought his cock to her
mouth. She opened up and greedily clamped down as he the head slid in along
her tongue.

Allan began to cum, his body shuddering and his hips forcing the cock in a
bit further.  Maggie sucked and swallowed hungrily as he pumped his heavy
load of thick cum into her mouth.  When his cock ran dry he settled back so
that he was still straddling her lower torso and he bent down and began
kissing her face and then her lips.  She smiled up at him and then grabbed
him and rolled sideways until he was on his back and she was lying on top
of him.

"I hope Aunt Nats doesn't mind reheating whatever it is she's bringing home
for dinner," she said, looking down at him.  "You have an encore to
perform."