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Uncle Henry Ch. 02

By: curiousaboutthat



There was some blood on the bed, so Henry pulled the sheets off and carried them to the washer. Mindy started to help him, but found she was still bleeding. She went into the bathroom and stayed there for twenty minutes. He heard her talking on her cell phone but couldn't make out the words. He hoped she wasn't bragging about her experience to anyone he knew. His sister Marcy would never look at him the same way again if she found out.

By the time she came out of the bathroom, the bed was made again and Henry was microwaving dinner. He offered her some of the meatloaf. To his surprise, she accepted.

"It was so different from the way I heard about it," Mindy said, pulling out a chair and seating herself at the kitchen table. "My friends all say that boys just put it in and do it, you know, and then pull it out and it's over. Some of them don't even get it all the way in before they finish."

Henry nodded. He had been one of those boys once.

"But you took your time and we actually talked while we were doing it." Mindy was turning out to be quite the talker herself now that the deed was done and the pressure was off. "I guess you really are experienced, huh? It shows."

Henry served her a plate of meatloaf and some vegetables and sat down across from her. "I didn't do anything all that spectacular. Just your everyday missionary position. It's probably the best way to lose your virginity, but there are lots of other ways to do it that you'll be able to explore with your new boyfriend."

Her fork paused half way to her mouth. "I'm sorry I didn't suck you. Diane says I should learn how to do that too."

Henry imagined those supple young lips going down on his cock and sighed. "You better finish your dinner. It's getting dark outside. I'll give you a ride home."

"You don't want me to --"

"It's not that. It's already been a big day for you. You must be sore. Maybe it's best if you rest a little bit. Besides, your parents must be wondering where you are."

She swallowed the meat loaf. "You're very considerate. Most boys wouldn't care about that."

He shrugged. "Like you said. I'm not a boy."

"I was going to take the bus..."

Henry tried to recall who had the evening shift along Oakland tonight, but the schedule changed too much for him keep it all in his head. He didn't want her on the same bus with anyone he knew. Probably it didn't make any difference; she didn't seem the type to blab and certainly not to a strange bus driver. But there was nothing wrong with being careful. "No, don't worry. I'll take you."

"That's very nice of you," she said. "I knew from the moment I saw you at Diane's party that you were a nice guy."

Mindy did most of the talking as they drove north up I-95 toward Boca Raton. Henry calculated she would have had to change busses twice to arrive at her destination. That was too much to ask of a young woman at this time of night. She broke off from her monologue about her college plans as they approached her address.

"Pull over here," she said.

They were still a few blocks away, but Henry figured she didn't want to risk her parents or neighbors seeing her get out of a stranger's car. He pulled over where she directed, next to a fenced playing field that was part of a city park. The field was empty and the lights were turned off. He wondered if she was going to try to kiss him good night.

"Could you turn off the lights and the engine?"

"Sure." Henry hit the light switch and bowed his head to turn the key back in the ignition. When he looked up again, her face was close to his, brown eyes staring at him out of two puddles of shadow. Starlight illuminated her cheeks, two small half moons that wavered before him. She ran her tongue softly over her lips, then opened her mouth and took a big sigh. Her breasts pressed against her dress, heaving with the motion of her inhalation, dropping when she exhaled.

"I'm ready to do it now," she said.

"Do what?"

She slid a hand over his thigh. The smooth gesture was full of confidence, with none of the clumsiness she had displayed earlier that evening. He felt his dick grow at her touch.

"Oh. That." Henry might have chosen a different place for this lesson but on the other hand the car was probably as good a place as any to prepare her for her future dates. He remembered when his old Chevy was the only privacy available to him, and he was damned glad to have had it.

She grappled with his belt buckle, unfastened his pants, and dove into his underwear with one probing hand. She came up with an excited, hard, and throbbing piece of manhood. "How am I doing, teacher?" Her lips quirked in a way he was beginning to recognize as mischievous. Henry reflected that just as it sometimes took several repetitions of a song for the music to grow on you, it sometimes took several sexual acts before you could really appreciate the person you were with.

"You're doing fi--" He could not finish his sentence. Her tongue on the underside of his shaft sent a warm electrical flow all throughout his body. She looked up at him and smiled, then closed her mouth around him.

Henry's dick became his whole world, an internal wave of desire that smothered sensory input from anywhere else in his body. He grasped the back of her neck as she bobbed her head up and down, making little slurping noises as she twisted and turned experimentally. Henry's buttocks tensed as Mindy got into a rhythm, and he found himself thrusting into her mouth.

He exploded. His body spasmed with the release of his ecstasy. He throbbed again and again, and lay there, gasping, as she pulled away.

"How did I do?" she asked.

"How do you think?" Still gasping, he handed her a paper towel from the roll he kept in the car. "You were great!"

She took the silk cloth from Henry's hand and wiped her mouth with it. "Now I've had it in both ends." She smiled. "I really am a woman today."

Uncle Henry Ch. 04



It was Saturday morning and Henry didn't have to work today. He sat in the kitchen writing his grocery list on a little yellow pad. The list didn't change much from week to week, but he liked to write it all out anyway. He liked it when things were all spelled out nice and neat. He was about halfway done with the list when the phone rang. He got up to answer it.

"Hello?"

"Uncle Henry..." The voice on the other end was his niece Diane's. He could make it out even through her spasms of giggling.

"What is it? What's so funny?"

"Oh, Uncle Henry. It's too bad you don't have a computer. Somebody's looking for you on Craigslist."

"Looking for me? Where? On what?"

"She's a BBW and she wants you bad!"

"What would a Big Bad Wolf want with me?" Henry asked.

"Not a Big Bad Wolf! Where do you get this stuff? A Big Beautiful Woman. You know, like with a few extra pounds. I don't know where she got your name, but it's definitely you she's looking for. You should respond to her ad. You'll make her day. And maybe yours too."

"How do I answer her?"

Henry wrote Diane's instructions on the little yellow pad. Then he hung up and headed for the library.

It was only a few miles up the street. Henry went there whenever he needed to use a computer, which wasn't often. His daughter, Jackie, had shown him how to log in and had helped him set up an email account. He didn't have much use for the account, because he didn't have much use for little blue pills or human growth hormones or money from Nigeria. But every once in a while Jackie would send him an email with a picture or a link she wanted him to see so he checked the account at least once a month.

With his little yellow pad at his side, Henry logged into the library PC and launched Internet Explorer. He used his two index fingers to type the address Diane had given him. He must have clicked in all the right places, because suddenly he was in the Missed Connections section, his jaw dropping at the sight of "Uncle Henry, Are You Out There?". He clicked on the link.

"Uncle Henry, I am a cute BBW who is in desperate need of your services. I really want to ride your bus, but I don't how to find you. I sure hope you read this. If you respond, neither of us be will be lonely tonight."

Who was this BBW and what did she want with him? He hit Reply To This Post and there was the captcha, just as confusing as Diane said it would be. It took him three tries to get it right. He was rewarded with an email address that he copied and pasted into his Gmail account. Then he wrote: "Dear BBW. I'm Henry, the bus driver. Who are you? What do you want with me?" He pressed the Send button.

Now what? How long was he supposed to wait for an answer? He couldn't sit at the library all day; he still had to go grocery shopping. He would finish writing out his list first, and if he didn't get a response by then he would leave.

Henry had barely placed pencil to paper when a new email popped into view in his account. He clicked it open.

"You must be the real Uncle Henry because yours was the only response that didn't include a cock picture. Will you call me? Here's my number... --Sent from my iPhone."

Henry hastily hit the Reply button. "I'm at the library and don't have a cell phone. How about if I meet you somewhere?"

The email came back. "The Starbuck's on North Federal Hwy, across from Men's Wearhouse."

Henry had never been to a Starbuck's, but he knew where that one was because he passed it on one of his routes. "I'll be there in 30 minutes," he replied.

"My name's Jessica," came the response. "I'll see you there."

Henry headed toward the library exit, but hesitated before he stepped through the sliding glass doors. A familiar figure sat behind the reference desk to his left. It was Grace, that librarian friend of his sister's, the one she was trying to set him up with. Grace wasn't bad looking, with her big brown eyes and her cute little nose buried in a book. She wore a long white shawl against the library's air conditioning and her dark hair was tied up in a bun. Henry could easily imagine the shawl slipping away and the hair tumbling down across the shapely shoulders.

He wondered why he had never seen Grace here before. Not that that he visited very often, and never at this hour because he was always getting groceries at this time. Maybe they switched librarians around from library to library the way they switched bus drivers to different routes. He thought he should go say hi, but he didn't want to keep Jessica waiting. He didn't think Grace had seen him, so he left the library and proceeded to Starbuck's.