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Uncle Henry Ch. 01

By: curiousaboutthat



Henry Milner leaned forward and grabbed the metal pole as the city bus approached his stop. He pulled himself to his feet from his seat behind the driver. The face of a weary middle-aged man stared back at him from Miguel's rearview mirror. He took another look as the air brakes squealed the bus to a halt. A few gray hairs, but most of the brown was still there. The jowls were pale and they sagged a bit, but that wasn't really age; that was just fatigue.

It was the eyes that made him look older than his fifty-two years. They were gray eyes, dull and listless, surrounded by the wrinkles of a working man, a man finishing yet another all-night shift driving a bus just like this one, a man whose grown son never called and whose daughter only surfaced on holidays, a man who had lost his wife of twenty-six years to cancer one year and two days ago.

Henry patted Miguel on the shoulder. "Have a good one," he said, pretending to care.

Still hunched over the steering wheel, Miguel pretended right back. "You too, my friend. See you tomorrow."

The doors accordioned out of his way and Henry blinked against the Ft. Lauderdale sunshine. He pushed through the crowd of old ladies and young kids at the Oakland Park Boulevard stop who were stupidly trying to board the bus before all the passengers had exited. The chipped green paint on the bench and cracked pebbled concrete of the sidewalk were a perfect match for his mood.

The summer air was loaded with heat and moisture. By the time he walked the three blocks to his white-painted bungalow house, he felt like he had spent hours in a sauna. He passed his old Ford sedan in the driveway. He didn't drive it often these days; just to the supermarket once a week and sometimes to visit his older sister Marcy, married to an accountant up in Boca Raton. He had celebrated the Fourth of July with them and their kids just last week, barely managing to escape from the woman they tried to set him up with at their backyard barbecue. Nothing wrong with her particularly, but Henry just wasn't in the mood.

He stripped off his uniform dark pant and white shirt and washed the day's sweat off him with a cold shower. He dressed in some jeans and a blue cotton work shirt and grabbed a beer from the refrigerator, then turned on the TV. He wasn't too fussy about what was on. Anything was better than the unfeeling silence of his empty house.

He sat in a worn armchair and sipped the beer. He didn't have much of a beer belly yet, but if he kept this up he would be down at Wal-Mart buying a new size of pants before long. His wife's green eyes stared at him from the pictures on the mantle. No flower had ever bloomed prettier than Darlene on their wedding day. She had been his companion through life, through the fishing trips, Disneyworld vacations, his parents' funerals, their children's graduations. Now those pictures on the mantle, neatly arranged and dusted once a week, were all that was left.

Henry closed his eyes and let his grip relax on the half-empty beer bottle. He was just dozing off when the doorbell rang.

Wiping a trickle of slobber off his mouth with the back of his hand, he got up from the chair and set the beer bottle down on an end table. He peered through the front door peephole and saw his niece Diane standing there, Marcy's daughter, chewing gum and fidgeting with impatience. He pulled the door open.

"Diane? What are you doing here?"

"Hi, Uncle Henry. Mind if we come in?" Diane brushed past him into the living room, followed by another young lady, a slim auburn-haired thing with big brown eyes and mild acne scars on one cheek. She wore yellow sundress with skinny straps over pale shoulders and a hemline that ended just above her knees. It took Henry a minute to recognize her.

"Mindy, right? From the barbecue?"

She looked down at the floor, her shy smile half-hidden under her long straight tresses. "Yes, sir."

"Come in, sit down," Henry said. "I wish I'd known you were coming. Anybody want a beer?"

"But we're only eighteen," Mindy said. Her voice was as shy as her smile.

"So? That's legal, ain't it?" It had been a long time since Henry had thought about such things.

"For some things," Mindy said softly, taking a seat on the couch and crossing her legs at the ankles. She folded her hands in her lap, where her index fingers twitched nervously. "But not for beer. In Florida, you have to be twenty-one."

"I'll get the beers," Diane said. She opened the refrigerator and pulled out three. "You should have one, Mindy."

"I guess as long as it's just in the house..." She took a bottle from Diane's outstretched hand and sipped uncertainly.

Diane handed a beer to Henry and took a seat next to her friend on the couch. She tipped the bottle to her lips and regarded her uncle through half-closed eyes. She was a bit stockier than her friend Mindy, not enough to call obese, but more than most men these days liked to see in a woman. She had the Milner nose, the same one Henry and his father had, with nostrils that spread out just a little too broadly for her face.

"Uncle Henry," Diane started.

"What can I do for you, Diane?" Henry grabbed the remote and lowered the volume on the TV so he could hear his niece speak. Mindy was blushing and staring at the floor again.

"It's about a guy," Diane said.

"You mean you got a new boyfriend? What happened to that one you were going out with? Rob, right?"

Diane shook her head. "I'm talking about Mindy. There's a guy Mindy likes."

"Oh."

Mindy clasped her hands around her knees without looking up. The backs of her fingers were white.

"Mindy doesn't think she has a chance with this guy. He's a college student at FAU. Florida Atlantic University. She knows him because he's the cousin of one of our friends from school."

Henry wondered why Mindy couldn't say any of this herself, but thought it would be rude to ask. The girl seemed painfully shy. Even at the barbecue last week she had mostly kept to herself, which was why it had taken him a moment to recognize her at the door.

"The guy told our friend Julie -- his cousin -- that he only goes out with experienced girls. Girls who know what they're doing. You know... in bed."

Henry grunted. "Are we talking about sex now? Shouldn't Mindy -- sorry dear, I don't mean to talk about you like you're not here -- but shouldn't you be having this conversation with your parents?" Henry had had the sex talk with his son, and it wasn't so bad. Turned out the boy already knew a lot more than Henry had given him credit for.

"I don't need a lecture on the birds and the bees," Mindy stammered. She took a deep breath. "I need to do it."

Henry's face went red. He took another sip of his beer to cover his embarrassment.

"She needs someone to help her through her first time," Diane said, looking straight at him. "You were married for almost thirty years, Uncle Henry. You have experience. You can treat her right. She wants you to be her first."

"What?" Henry suddenly found himself on his feet, looking down at the two girls. He didn't even remember getting up. "You want me to --"

"She said you were really nice to her at the Fourth of July party."

Henry remembered greeting her when she came in, but that was about it.

Mindy started to cry. She wrung her hands together and then put them over her face.

"No, wait, don't do that --" Henry looked to his niece for help.

Diane crossed her arms. Henry noticed a rose tattoo on her forearm for the first time. The thorns were dripping blood. "Are you just going to let her cry? She needs you."

Henry spread his hands in despair.

"You don't want to do it with me," Mindy moaned. "You think I'm ugly."

"No, it's not that." Henry sat down on the couch next to her. He was close enough to smell her perfume, some sort of flowery fragrance. "It's just that I barely know you. And you're so young."

"I'm not a baby!"

To me you practically are, Henry thought. "Look at me. Stop crying and look at me!"

Mindy turned her head in his direction. 

"Take this." Henry handed her a tissue and waited for her to wipe her face. "Now, can't you find someone your own age to do this? I'm sure there's lots of boys who would want to be with you. You don't really want to make love to an old man like me."

"Oh, please. You're not that old, Uncle Henry."

"Let the girl speak for herself. Well? You must know someone else who could take care of you. Maybe one of the boys at your school?"

"I don't want to do it with a boy," Mindy said. "I want to be with a man. A man says 'make love', not 'have sex'. Like you just did."

Henry had been about to touch her shoulder, but now he drew his hand away.

"A man doesn't talk about 'friends with benefits', as if the whole thing doesn't matter. A man cares about the person he's with. Just like you did, when you were married."

She wasn't crying any more. She had finally found the courage to speak.

"It takes a man to turn a girl into a woman," Mindy said. "A boy can't do it."

She reached out and grabbed his thigh and stroked it clumsily. She had no idea what she was doing. Even so, the unexpected heat of her hand on his leg spread up to his groin and warmed his loins. He felt his cock stir inside his jeans, like it was coming out of hibernation, crazy with hunger, with the sure and certain knowledge that the feast of a lifetime lay ready for the taking. He placed a hand over hers. Her skin was soft and smooth.

She looked at him with her big brown eyes as if asking if she did it right. As if asking for permission to continue. Her eyelids fluttered with uncertainty.

Henry's breath choked in his throat. He slowly pulled her hand up to his crotch.

Diane stood up. "Thank you for helping my friend, Uncle Henry." She reached into her purse and tossed a handful of condoms onto the end table. "I'm glad for the both of you. I'll leave you two alone now. Mindy, you know the way to the bus stop, right?"

The girl nodded her head without taking her eyes off Henry's.

"I'll call you later." Diane closed the door softly behind her.

Mindy hooked a trembling thumb under one of her bright yellow shoulder straps to pull it down, but Henry stopped her. "If we're gonna do this, we're gonna do it right." He tucked the condoms into a pocket and stood up. "Come here." He bent down and lifted her off the couch. She wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face in his chest.

She was a light little thing, warm and soft and no trouble at all to carry. He placed her on the double bed he had shared with Darlene for so many years and stepped back to look at her.

She lay on her back, looking up at him. A strand of hair had fallen across her face.

"You sure about this?"

She nodded without speaking.

He sat on the bed and placed a hand on her neck, sliding it up to stroke her earlobe. She sure was a cute little thing. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't going to enjoy this.

Her lips parted, and he met them with his own. Lightly at first, just to make sure he was welcome there. She didn't react. Just lay there like a lump on a log.

"You doing OK?"

"Don't stop," she whispered.

He kissed her again, and felt her back arch. Her lips tensed up, then pushed against his. They were moist but tentative. Her tongue wriggled its way into his mouth. One timid hand crept up his arm to grasp his shoulder. Her grip tightened, fingernails pinching him right through his shirt sleeve. He reached an arm around her back and pulled her to him. Her breasts pushed against him from under the sundress, soft and firm at the same time, twin temptations just beyond his grasp. He pulled back, ran a hand over them, then caught her eyes with his own and reached for the strap on her shoulder. He pulled down first one, then the other. The front of the dress followed.

Two round mounds of exquisite softness stared up at him. Nipples, brown and erect, stood rooted in rosy splashes on rich, full breasts. The tiniest of little bumps dotted the smooth spread of her areolas. Wider than he had expected, the delicate dark pink flowered out from her nipples, unfurling lightening pigmentation that faded at irregular edges.

She squirmed on the bed, her face red. "Don't you like what you see?"

His heart beat so fast he could barely whisper his response. "I like it very much." He pulled the dress down past the pale bikini outline to expose her flat stomach. He ran a hand along it, up toward her breast, which he cupped in his palm. The fit was perfect. Then he put his mouth to it, caressing its stiffness with his tongue, exploring every bump and smoothness of her marvelous areola with his lips.

She gasped and fumbled for the buttons on his shirt.

He helped her with that, stripping off the blue work shirt and tossing it aside. He wondered how he must look to her, with the bare beginnings of his beer belly and the graying hair around his temples. Before Darlene died, the two of them had kept themselves in shape by their frequent hiking and camping trips. He had let himself go since then. Driving a bus was a pretty sedentary job and the few blocks he walked to get back and forth from work didn't do much for him either. Maybe it was time to start getting back into shape.

She ran her hands down his chest and stomach and tugged at his pants. "Take them off," she said. "I want to see it."

Henry obliged her by unzipping his jeans and pulling them down. Good thing he was wearing a decent pair of underwear. He dropped the boxers and kicked them aside. The size and shape of his cock left no doubt about what kind of mood he was in.

She wrapped her fingers around his shaft. "Feels kind of rubbery." She moved in for a closer look. Her hot breath washed over his erect cock, teasing him in ways she probably didn't even know about. It took all the patience he had to sit still while she examined him, moving her fingers up and down his shaft and even peeking under his scrotum. The way he saw it, the intimate inspection was all part of the lesson he was supposed to be giving her. At one point she touched the head of his cock with her tongue, then withdrew it. Her blush went right down to her breasts. "I don't want to suck on it right now, if that's OK with you."

"No problem."

She wriggled out of her sundress, exposing light pink panties. Apparently she had dressed for the occasion. Two tempting vaginal lips enticed him through the near-transparency of her underwear. It was a thing of beauty, that young pussy. It was too bad she had shaved herself, but Henry was no complainer. His own tastes ran toward the welcome mat, but she might have heard something different about that boy she wanted to be with.

He tugged her panties down and off her, then kissed her clitoris. He brought his head up to look at her. She fidgeted uncomfortably on the bed before him, naked and exposed and vulnerable. Suddenly he was flattered that she had placed her trust in him. It was a great responsibility.

"I'm ready," she said, bracing the muscles in her stomach. "Do it to me."

Henry pulled one of the condoms out of its wrapping. She watched him intently as he slipped it on. "I had a vasectomy years ago, so you won't get pregnant. Don't have any diseases as far as I know. That overpriced doctor of mine tests my blood once a year."

Mindy propped herself up on one elbow. "Then we don't need that thing. Or do you think there's something wrong with me?"

It was good question. Henry didn't care much for condoms; that's why he had gotten a vasectomy in the first place. "That's not the point. That boy you want to be with better be using one of these. So think of this as part of your lesson. Because if he doesn't want to put one on, you tell him to go to hell. You're better than that."

She nodded and lay back down. "OK. I'm ready."

Her legs trembled when he touched them. Heat radiated from her skin. There is a special softness on the inside of a woman's thighs that is duplicated nowhere else in nature. It gave him pleasure to fondle it, to place his hips between those two welcoming friends, to probe her pussy with his cock and feel the moist readiness awaiting him. Her breathing sped up, breasts rising and falling, stomach curving and flattening. He penetrated her, slowly, alert to any sign of discomfort on her part, carefully filling her up, urged on not only by her wishes but by his own growing need.

"Keep your legs spread wide," he whispered in her ear. "It will make it easier for you, your first time."

"Uh huh," she breathed against his neck.

"You doing OK?"

"Hurts a little. But don't stop. It feels kind of -- just don't stop."

He was in. He had found his way into her warmth and now was the time to stroke it. He pulled out almost as slowly as he had entered, then thrust back in again. He waited a moment, heard no objections, and repeated the movement. Slowly, in and out, in and out. She gasped and started to rock with him. The bed creaked, but the sound was very far away. They moved together, oblivious of time and space and the whole wide universe around them.

Excitement coursed through him like a lightning bolt, a shock wave that raised sweat on his skin and sped down his spine and pulsed into the shaft of his penis. The jolt triggered his hips into action, into taking on a life of their own, a life of throbbing and swelling and thrusting and needing. He exploded into her, pouring himself into her, releasing all his pent-up need and desperation into her, giving her everything he had. It was a feat of heroic proportions, unmatched by any other in the history of mankind. He held himself above her, gasping, as the last of his fluid jetted into her in ever-diminishing bursts. He looked into her eyes.

She smiled up at him, her lower lip twitching. "You just came, right? That was nice. And it didn't hurt that bad."

Uncle Henry Ch. 03



Henry had the A1A route this morning, driving northbound on the crowded four-lane with the ocean peeking out from the crowds of buildings to his right. Too bad city regulations made him run the air-conditioning; that sea breeze would feel real good right now. The sun was shining for the moment, but probably wouldn't be for long. August in Florida generally brought plenty of showers with it.

He pulled up in front of the bus stop across the street from a strip mall and opened the doors to let his passengers out. He nodded at a few of the regulars as they wished him a good day. Incoming passengers fumbled with change and dollar bills, greeted him, and went off to find their seats. At the end of the line, a red-headed woman in her early twenties stopped and stared at him. She pressed her lips together, the pink lipstick forming one thin line, and looked him up and down without saying a word before she put her money in the machine.

Henry closed the doors and she went down the aisle to take a seat in the rear. The sun was still shining and Henry was thinking about his sister's Fourth of July party and in particular that woman they had tried to fix him up with, Grace her name was. She was a librarian, and divorced with two kids. He couldn't remember whether they still lived with her or not. Maybe he should give her a call. Henry missed being with a woman, and it had taken a teen-aged girl to show him that. He hadn't heard from Mindy since that night a few weeks ago, and hoped things had worked out for her with that boy she had her eye on.

He slowed the bus to a stop again alongside a bus stop outside a beachfront hotel. As passengers exited the vehicle, the seat right behind him freed up. The red-haired woman leaped up from her place in the back and took the vacant spot before any new passengers could come in.

Henry glanced at her in the mirror, but she sat facing straight ahead and did not return his gaze. Her fingers clutched at her straw handbag, bright red nail polish ragged around the cuticles. Her shoulders were nice, if a little bony. Henry checked the traffic and pulled the bus out into the road again.

A few blocks later, he came to another stop. As his passengers crowded around the exit, the redhead leaned forward and said into his ear: "You don't look like that much to me." Then she was gone, out the door and running away from the bus stop while Henry stared after her with his mouth open.

He launched the bus back into traffic with her words still ringing in his ears. He was still trying to make sense of her statement hours later, when he finished his shift and arrived home to see her bony figure in his driveway, leaning on the hood of the old Ford sedan.

Despite the girl's earlier rudeness, Henry was compelled by his upbringing to be polite. His late mother had taught him there were just some ways you didn't speak to a woman.

"Good evening, Miss. What brings you to my house?"

The girl spat her chewing gum onto the cement driveway. "I came lookin' for you 'cause of what Mindy said. She's goin' around sayin' she got her virginity taken by a real expert." The girl eyed him up and down. "You don't look like that much to me."

Henry shrugged. He didn't much care what he looked like to the girl, but he couldn't stop his good manners from coming out. "You want some coffee?"

The girl stood up straight and put one hand on her hip. "Coffee, hell. I want more than that, old-timer. Let's get inside and I'll show you what I mean."

Henry opened his front door and motioned for her to go in first. She paused in the living room and began unbuttoning her blouse. She wasn't wearing a bra.

"My name's Rebecca. You should at least know that before you screw me."

"Screw you? What make you think I'm going to --" But Henry stopped talking as her petite young breasts came into view. Two cream-colored mounds were topped by puffy pink nipples that beckoned to his hands. Henry's breathing sped up at the sight of them.

"Nobody ever ate my pussy like Jake did," Rebecca said. "That boy really knew how to use his tongue. And now I lost him to that damned Mindy, and it's all your fault for fucking her." She continued to strip, kicking off her sandals and pulling down her jeans.

Henry nodded his head sympathetically but he was no longer looking at her face. "I'm sorry you lost your boyfriend."

The girl tossed her jeans aside and hooked her thumbs into the top of her thin pink panties with the little ribbon in front. "Yeah, well. Now you got to make up for what you did to me. Get over here." She pulled her panties down to reveal her smooth, shaved pussy.

It must hurt like hell to get it so bald like that, Henry thought. Francine had never shaved her pussy and it had served him well for almost three decades. Henry shook his head. These kids today went to so much trouble, but a pussy is a pussy and Henry would happily dive into that one. His pants bulged at the thought of it.

Rebecca tossed her pink panties aside and pulled out a chair from the dining room table. It thudded across the hardwood floor as she turned it to face Henry and plopped herself into it. She opened her legs. "Kneel," she said, pointing to floor in front of her.

"What?" Henry said.

"You heard me. But strip first. I'm not going to be the only one naked here. Take off your clothes, old man." She licked her lips. "Let's see what you got."

The girl had a point. It wasn't right that she was naked while he was fully clothed. Henry did as he was told, and soon his clothes lay in a neat pile on the couch.

Rebecca looked him up and down. "Not too bad. Now. Kneel." She opened her legs as Henry got to his knees before her. "Move in closer."

Henry scuffled forward on his knees and she grabbed the back of his head and pushed it into her crotch. He pushed his nose against her swelling clit and slipped his tongue into the wet heat between the soft folds of her pussy. Savoring every moment of the taste and feel of her, he devoured her womanhood with a passion he had never felt for any other meal.

"Oooh," she cried, her legs twitching and her hips thrusting against his teeth. "Uncle fucking Henry, you sure know what you're doing down there!"

Pressing one hand on the inside thigh of each skinny leg, Henry spread her apart and reached up with his tongue to caress her clit. He ran it around the protruding pleasure center and over it and felt her shiver at his touch. Then he took it in his mouth and sucked on it, teased it lightly with his teeth, swirled his tongue against it once more and sucked again, harder this time. He released it for a moment, then attacked it with greater vigor, pulling the swollen nub into his mouth and caressing it with his teeth and tickling the tip of it with his tongue.

Rebecca's head snapped back and her mouth dropped open. A long, low moan came out. "Uncle Henry!" She gasped and reached for his head, pulling him away from her. "Stop now. I want your cock in me."

By this time, Henry's dick was hard enough to batter down a bank vault. He lifted the moaning girl off the kitchen chair and carried her into his bedroom. No man had ever put on a condom faster. He bent over her and moved in between her legs when she bounced away and pulled him over her so that he ended up spread-eagled on his back. She sure was strong for such a skinny little thing. She climbed on top of him and thrust her face down close enough for him to feel the heat of her hard breathing. "Who the hell do you think is in charge here?" she said.

Henry's customary politeness had melted under the incandescence of his passion. "Shut up and fuck me, bitch!"

Rebecca smiled. "That's more like it." She lifted her hips, shifted to find Henry's cock, and brought them back down again to totally envelop him.

It was a nice, tight fit. In and out, smooth and hot. She arched her back and rode the wave, up and down, flushed and sweaty, perky rose-tipped tits bouncing with joy at every thrust. Her little pussy muscles grabbed him and worked him over, sending electric thrills through his body with every twitch. And when the time came, they both yelled together.

She slumped forward, her head resting on his still-heaving chest. Their sweat mingled and ran down his ribs onto the bedspread. Henry's cock slowly shriveled its way out of her exhausted pussy.

Rebecca sat up and sighed. She rested one hand lightly on Henry's chest. "At least now I know Mindy was telling the truth. She really did lose her virginity to an expert."

She put her clothes back on and was gone. Henry never saw her again.



Uncle Henry Ch. 05



Jessica's fingers were pale and trembling around her coffee cup. The young lady was nervous about seeing him, Henry realized. There was no reason for that. He adopted his most patient tone. "What's on your mind, Jessica?"

Her dark green eyes, a bit too small for her face, regarded him with something between anxiety and hope from beneath sliver-thin black eyebrows. She took a sip of her unpronounceable frappuccino something or other before she answered. Her words came out in a rush. "I'm a waitress at a restaurant on Los Olas Boulevard and I heard some of the customers talking about you – about a guy they called Uncle Henry. It was some redhead girl. The others were teasing her about how she lost her boyfriend and she said you were the one to blame. She even tried you out for herself and said you were amazing. And very sweet." Jessica stopped to take a breath, then continued, her voice more subdued now. "Is it true?"

"Is what true?" Henry asked. "Am I supposed to say I'm amazing?" He gazed down at his plain coffee. "This is pretty personal stuff. I don't like talking about it."

Jessica looked away for a moment. Her dark hair was shoulder length; the curls at the ends bounced as she nodded and turned back to him. "I used to have a boyfriend. He ... taught me a lot about sex. He taught me to like it." She sighed. "He taught me to love it." She placed her hands palm down on the table. "He taught me to need it."

"What happened to him?" Henry asked.

Jessica spread her arms wide, drawing attention to her own girth. "Look at me. How long do you think any man would stay with a girl like me?"

"You mean because you're--" Henry chose his words carefully; it was true this girl would take up more than her share of space in a bus's passenger seat but there was no point in being crude about it – "because you're a big girl, is that right?"

She nodded, and her eyes misted over. "I've been this way my whole life. I don't know how to be any other way."

"So he left you because of that? Seems like he should have known what he was getting into when he started with you."

She wrung her hands together. "He went off in search of a trophy girlfriend. That was over a year ago. I haven't heard from him since."

Silence fell between them. To fill it, they both reached for their coffee cups at the same time. Their hands touched.

Jessica's lower lip trembled. There was no doubt in Henry's mind as to what she wanted. Her olive-colored eyes gazed up at him in silent pleading.

"Follow me to my place," Henry said. "I'll take care of you."

He led the way in his green Ford sedan. She parked her blue Honda next to him in his driveway, and he let her into his living room. He turned around to make sure the door was locked, and when he turned back she launched herself at him.

Her lips covered his small cry of surprise. Her hands clutched his back, his arms, and buried themselves under his armpits and finally under his shirt. Henry found himself shirtless in just a few minutes.

"Slow down there, sugar," Henry said, but she didn't. Her tongue and teeth were all over Henry's chest, leaving goosebumps and little shivers of pleasure in their wake. Both hands reached down and gave Henry's butt a good squeeze. He yelped in surprise.

Jessica paused and took a deep breath. "Do you still want to do this?"

"Yeah, sure, but –"

Jessica took a step back and unbuttoned her blouse. She shrugged it off and tossed it onto the couch. Two large breasts jostled under see-through whiteness, straining to break free of the soft restraint. She reached behind her back and unfastened her bra, then stretched the ends outward and lifted them. Those tits were huge, and Henry could hardly wait to get his hands on them. His cock stirred in his pants.

"Now you've seen me," Jessica said slowly. "Are you still sure you want to do this?"

That had to be the stupidest question Henry had ever heard. "More than ever," he answered, and stepped forward to kiss her and caress her. He covered those huge boobs of hers with his hands and lifted her erect nipples into his mouth, first one and then the other, exploring their tiny enticing ridges and valleys with his tongue. Her back arched as he moistened her and probed her.

Henry wanted to carry her to his bed but he knew his limitations so he led her by the hand instead. He sat her down there and embraced her again, pressing his naked chest against hers. He liked the feel of her big breasts rubbing up against him. He pushed his face into her neck and sighed into the heat he found there, then tongued around her ear and moved downward and buried himself in those beautiful, welcoming breasts.

Jessica sunk her red-tipped fingernails into his back and dragged downward, setting his nerves on fire every inch of the way. He went for her pants, opening them and yanking down the zipper. His hand slipped under her panties and slid into her deep wet slit. She quivered and moaned. That was one hungry pussy he had in his hand. He pushed in with two fingers and caressed the grainy bulge of her gspot. Her body tensed and sex juice gushed out of her. Henry smiled.

"Oh, Uncle Henry!" she cried. She pulled her pants and undies down to her knees and Henry yanked them the rest of the way off. She lay completely naked now, her pale white body taking up more than half the queen size bed. She looked at him expectantly. Henry couldn't wait to dive in.

He rolled over and out of his clothes and then turned back to her. She stared greedily at his cock as if it were made of gold and she were a high-end cat burglar. She reached out to grasp it, to caress it, to lick it and thrust it into her mouth. Henry cried out. He was about to explode, but he didn't want to go that way. He pulled out, pushed her back, slapped on a condom with trembling hands, and plunged into that hungry pussy.

The pussy ate him up. It swallowed him whole and squeezed him, massaged him, attacked him. He attacked right back, pushing and pounding and thrusting. Their war cries split his ears but he barely noticed. He surged on to victory, conquering her with the mighty strokes of his mighty cock, exploding and yelling in triumph as she clenched her legs around him, spasmed, and let go.

In the aftermath of battle he pulled away from her, exhausted, heart still racing, supremely satisfied with the outcome. She lay panting in a pool of her own sweat. Their sweat, Henry thought. They lay without speaking for several minutes. Henry was just drifting off to sleep when the challenge came, as unnerving as a mailed gauntlet dashed to the earth by a medieval knight.

"Can you do it again?" she asked.

He stirred and opened one eye. "I'm not as young as I used to be," he pointed out.

She rested an imposing boob on his chest and looked him in the eyes. "Maybe a shower will help."

Hot water fogged up the lone mirror as Henry ushered his guest into the bathroom. He closed the shower door behind them and slid his hands down her shoulders and back and gave both butt cheeks a firm squeeze.

She turned to face him, smiling. "That's nice." She reached for the soap and lathered herself while Henry watched, spreading it on thick and sumptuous. Then she applied the soap to him, his neck, his shoulders, chest and belly. She reached for his groin.

Henry felt his cock stirring back to life. He took the soap from her and slid it over her shoulders and boobs. Her skin was smooth and slippery. Her nipples stiffened, eager for his touch. He made sure they weren't disappointed, soaping them up and rubbing them down and then pressing them against his chest while his hand stole along behind her and poked into her pussy from behind.

"Ooh," Jessica said, and turned so that her ass pushed against his stiffening cock. "Do you like that?"

Henry decided that he did. He pulled her against him, pressing his front into her back, and ran his hands up and down her breasts, stomach, and pussy. He bent to kiss her neck. It tasted soapy. He spat it out. "Let's rinse off and get out of here."

They toweled each other off and were back in the bed again, their skin still hot and moist with the shower's residue. Henry dispensed with the niceties of foreplay. Jessica didn't seem to mind. She raised her ass to welcome him deep into her pussy from behind. Henry accepted the invitation.

He plunged into her with frantic delight, gripping the two half-moons of her ass cheeks and pulling himself deep inside the hungry pussy. She froze and trembled, tickling his cock with little pussy shivers, holding herself still as he pounded her insides again and again. He gripped her around the hips now, his index fingers playing with her clit as he thrust.

A faraway soreness crept into Henry's thighs from the unaccustomed position but his hips were moving on their own now, unstoppable, his buttocks tight and his balls slamming against her, and there was nothing he or anybody else could do about it. He was on a one-way path to orgasm and you couldn't stop that any more than you could stop the stars from shining or the sun from coming up in the morning.

Jessica's back arched and she cried out and her pussy clamped down on him. Henry gasped and groaned and exploded into her. His cock throbbed again and again as it emptied its juice into her. Henry dropped himself panting on top of her when he was finished. His cock slid out on its own and he rolled over on his back.

"That," Jessica said, still breathing hard, "was...."

"I know," Henry said.

She rested an arm over his chest and he closed his eyes. When he woke up, the room was dim. It was twilight. Her breathing was soft and regular, and it tickled his neck. Gently he nudged her arm away and got up, pulled on his pants, and headed for the kitchen table to finish his shopping list. For the first time in a long time, he added condoms to the list.

Faint footsteps signaled her entrance into the kitchen. Henry looked up to see her watching him. She wore panties and bra, and was buttoning up her shirt.

"What's that?" she asked.

"Shopping list," Henry said. "I have to head out to the supermarket. You're welcome to join me."

Jessica hesitated. "No. You go on."

"You can wait here if you like. I won't be gone long."

"You would let me stay here? With all your stuff?"

"Sure. I trust you. Is there anything in particular I can get for you? I'll add it to my list."

She gazed at the floor as she shook her head. "Don't worry. Uncle Henry." She raised her head again and smiled at him. "You are a wonderful host."

Henry imagined what was going on in her mind. She didn't want to be seen in public with him, a guy twice her age, any more than that ex-boyfriend of hers had wanted to be seen with her. Just like her ex, she wasn't looking for a real relationship. She was just scratching an itch. Now that the deed was done, they had no more reason to be together.

Henry finished getting dressed. He kissed her, then stared at her for a moment to fix her in his memory. He didn't want to forget her.

Just as he thought, he came back from the supermarket to an empty house.



Uncle Henry Ch. 06



Henry spent another week driving people to their destinations. He drove sleepy commuters to their jobs in the mornings and brought them back home, weary from work, in the afternoons. He drove mothers and children, and young lovers who snuggled against each other on thinly-cushioned bus seats. Of all these people, only Henry, their driver, seemed to have no destination in life.

He wondered about Grace, the librarian, and whether they might share a destination some day. There was only one way to find out.

On Saturday morning, after a Friday night of lonely contemplation, Henry decided to postpone his supermarket plans and go for a walk. It was about time he did something about that paunch of his anyway. He walked out of the side streets and turned down Oakland Park Boulevard, six lanes of moderately busy Saturday morning traffic. He headed west, toward the library.

Cars buzzed past him in both directions. Every once in a while someone honked at him. Henry had no idea why anyone would do that, but this wasn't his first walk along a busy South Florida street and he knew that some drivers, for reasons known only to themselves, honked at anything that moved.

Henry focused his gaze straight ahead and thought about what he would say to Grace when he saw her at the library. If she was even at the library today. He didn't know her schedule or even her last name. He should have asked his sister for Grace's phone number.

A little red Toyota honked at him, but he ignored it. He was thinking about where he should invite Grace, and how he would feel if she said no. He would like to go out with her tonight, but maybe she was already busy. A good looking woman like that probably had more suitors than she could handle.

The Toyota stopped in front of him and its hazard lights flashed. The front passenger's side door opened and a pale feminine hand with long red fingernails stuck out from inside the car and waved him toward it.

Henry strode forward as the line of cars behind the Toyota honked and swerved into the middle lane. He peered inside at a tall young lady still in her nightgown. The sheer black material was see-through and revealed pointy full breasts with dark nipples and a dark area at her crotch.

"Get in, Uncle Henry. You are Uncle Henry, right? " the woman said, her deep voice imposing itself over the honking cars around her. "You look just like they described you."

Henry could only nod, unable to take his eyes off her Amazonesque figure.

"I heard you lived around here. Well, get in the car, before these guys behind me run me over!"

Henry slipped into the seat and closed the door behind him. Reflexively he fastened his seatbelt as the car lurched forward.

"Who are you?" Henry asked.

"Doesn't matter," the Amazon said, rushing off into traffic. "I heard all about you. Friendliest fuck in town, everybody says."

Her nipples were the puffy kind, Henry saw, with a clean cut brown foundation instead of the splotchy kind with the ragged edges. Henry fought back the urge to touch them.

"What do you want with me?"

"Relax," the Amazon said. "I don't want to fuck you." They came to a stoplight and she turned to smile at him. She smacked her lips. "I just want to suck you dry." She put her hand on his crotch and his cock immediately sprang to attention.

She put both hands back on the wheel and turned off down a side street, leaving Henry aching for more. "I just a had a terrible fight with that bastard of a boyfriend of mine," she said as she ran a stop sign. "I don't want to cheat on him, so that's why I'm not going to fuck you. But I need to do something to work off steam. I want your dick in my mouth. I'm going to suck it like it's never been sucked before.

She found a park and pulled into the parking lot under some trees and then turned to look at him again. "It's not the most private place in the world, but we won't be here long." She eyed the bulge in his crotch. "OK, Uncle Henry, let's see what you got."

Henry hesitated, feeling awkward about exposing himself to this aggressive stranger. "Are you sure--?"

The Amazon snorted and grabbed his belt buckle. "Yeah, I'm sure." As she leaned over, her breasts fell forward and commanded him to touch them. He slipped a hand under her nightgown and was rewarded with a smooth, soft feel.

"Touch all you want," the Amazon said, pulling down his zipper and then his underwear to expose his throbbing cock. "Just keep it above the waist."

Henry grunted his agreement as his thumb brought one thick nipple to life. He grunted again as she engulfed him with her mouth, ran her tongue around his cock, and sucked him like he'd never been sucked before.

There was nothing gentle about the way she grabbed him with her mouth. Her teeth raked into him so hard he was afraid she was going to bite it off. Her mouth sucked him like a vacuum cleaner, and she brought her head up and down with such vigor that she stretched him and compressed him until he didn't know which way was which. He grabbed her head to hold on for dear life. Then, as the intensity overcame him, he thrust into her face in silent, breathless passion. He thrust and he thrust and he pulled her face into him and away from him and then he let loose with everything he had. He throbbed into her mouth, into her cheeks, down her willing throat. He throbbed, gasped, and shrank. It was over.

The nameless Amazon raised her head then and smiled, licking his cum off her lips. "Thanks, Uncle Henry," she said. "That was good."

Henry lay back in the seat, gasping for air, still unable to speak. His pants were pulled down to his knees and his cock lay limp with exhaustion.

The Amazon turned the key in the ignition and the car hummed to life. "We're done here." She pulled out of the parking spot and back onto the road. "Pull your pants up, Uncle Henry. I'm dropping you off back on Oakland Park where I found you."

Henry zipped himself up and fastened his belt buckle just in time to hop out as she pulled up to the main road.

The Amazon laughed. "Nice meeting you!"

"Have a nice day," Henry said weakly as the car sped off into traffic and disappeared.



Uncle Henry Ch. 07



Henry continued west on Oakland Park Boulevard, moving more slowly now. He was still out of breath from his meeting with the Amazon.

Finally the library came into view. The double doors slid open and he crossed into the welcome air conditioning. He spotted Grace immediately. She was sitting at the reference desk, reading something on a computer. Her thoughtful look and the glasses she wore over her brown eyes made her look really smart. A spasm of self-doubt overcame Henry. He paused. How should he approach such an intelligent woman? Was he really the one for her? What if she wasn't interested at all?

He stood there so long considering that she finally looked up and saw him. To Henry's relief, she smiled. She remembered him from Marcy's Fourth of July party. She motioned him over to her desk.

"Hi Henry," she whispered, her low voice reminding Henry that they were in a library. "How are you? What brings you here?"

Henry froze. It was the moment of truth. Should he act like he was just looking for a book, and had run into her by accident? Or should he be honest about his reason for being here? Henry was surprised to find his hands sweating; he wiped them on his trousers.

"Do you like bowling?" he blurted out, his heart pounding.

Grace smiled. It was a beautiful gesture, spreading from her mildly crooked white teeth up through her graceful cheekbones with the dainty little mole on the upper left and into her deep brown eyes, the skin crinkling around them in delight. Even her dark slim eyebrows participated, arching upward first in surprise, then relaxing in contentment. "Of course," she said. She gestured at the seat in front of the desk. "Why don't you sit down?"

Henry sat down and smiled back at Grace, feeling a bit awkward sitting there and staring at her with another woman's saliva still drying on his dick.

"Are you busy right now?" Henry asked. He didn't want to be a bother.

"I have some time to talk," Grace said, leaning forward with her elbows on the desk. "How have you been? I haven't seen you since Marcy's party."

Henry nodded. "Usual work routine. Not much else happening. How about you?"

"The same, I guess."

There was an awkward pause. Henry realized that he hardly knew anything at all about this woman that he had just invited on a date.

"I could pick you up," Henry offered. "Would 8 o'clock be all right?"

"Eight o'clock is fine."

Grace wrote down her address and passed it to him. There was another awkward pause, and she looked away. For a moment Henry wondered if he had disappointed her somehow. But it was just a library patron who needed help with a research project for school.

"I'll leave you to your work," Henry said, standing up. "See you tonight."

Grace nodded. "See you at eight." She turned back to help the young student.

On his walk home, Henry kept to the side streets. He was not in the mood for any more sudden sexual encounters. As he walked, he thought about Grace. What would she be like? This was his first date in twenty-six years. He hoped he wouldn't blow it.

He breathed a sigh of relief as he reached his house and closed the door behind him. His neck was sore from looking over his shoulder all the way home. He did his Saturday grocery list and made a furtive run to the supermarket, then came home and showered and shaved. He rummaged in his closet but the best he could come up with were a tired pair of beige khaki pants and a boringly ordinary plaid shirt. He dressed himself and went to pick up Grace.

Her front door opened as Henry pulled up in her driveway. She emerged with purse in hand, ready to go out. Henry jumped out of his seat to go around and open the passenger side door for her, but she was already pulling it open.

"Hi, Henry!" Grace greeted him with a smile. "Thanks, but don't worry about getting the door for me. I'm a very informal kind of gal."

"OK, Grace." Henry stood for a moment, looking at her. "You look really pretty with your hair down like that." The bun in which she had tied her hair in the library was gone. The loose brown tresses falling across her pearl necklace and shrimp-colored top looked every bit as good as Henry had imagined they would.

"Thanks, Henry. Now stop gawking and get back in the car. Let's go bowling!"

Henry did as he was told. They made small talk along the way: the weather, sports, and local politics. Henry pulled into the bowling alley parking lot with the impression that Grace was way too smart for him. He wondered why she had ever agreed to go out with him in the first place.

As they walked up to the counter to rent their bowling shoes, a gaggle of girls at the nearby concession stand giggled and gawked at Henry. Some of them elbowed each other. All of them smiled at him. One of them, a slim brunette in a see-through pink blouse, blew him a kiss.

Henry looked away, his face turning red. He glanced at Grace to see if she had noticed, but Grace was grabbing her shoes and saying something about going bowling with her daughter when she was younger, and how she missed those moments.

Henry grunted as they walked toward their assigned lane. He motioned Grace toward the bowling balls, the back of his neck hot with the young brunette's gaze. "You can go first."

Grace sent the ball spinning down the lane while Henry admired the curve of her butt through her white cotton pants. The ball smacked into the pins, knocking five of them over. As Henry congratulated her, the brunette with the see-through blouse approached them. Henry turned toward her with his mouth open but she just smiled, dropped a napkin, and kept on going. The girl winked, her face turned away from Grace, and swayed her ass from side to side as she walked.

Grace bent to pick up the napkin but Henry got to it first. There was a phone number on it written in red lipstick. He tossed it into the trash and turned back to face Grace as if nothing had happened.

Grace shrugged and launched another ball down the lane.

They played for an hour and then broke for a snack. The brunette passed by their table, soda in hand, stared at Henry from behind Grace, and licked her red-lipsticked lips.

Henry squirmed in his seat.

"What's wrong?" Grace asked. She still panted a little from the exertion of bowling, and a thin sheet of sweat glistened on her face, giving her a sensual glow.

"Nothing. Just – It's getting late."

Grace glanced at her watch. "It's way too early for you to turn into a pumpkin . It's not even 10:00."

The brunette grinned over Grace's shoulder at Henry.

Henry pushed his seat back and stood up. "I'd like to take you home now."

"Henry! What's wrong?"

"Nothing, Grace. This has been a wonderful evening. I'm so glad you came with me. But it's time to go."

"You're turning red," Grace said. "Something's wrong."

"Everything's fine." He beckoned her out of her chair and held the door open for her on the way out. "Let me take you home."

They were quiet on the drive back to Grace's house. When they arrived, Grace made no move to leave the car.

"Henry, did I do something wrong?"

"What? No. No, Grace, not at all. I had a wonderful time with you. You're funny and beautiful and ..."

Grace's hand went to the door and pushed it open. "Good night, Henry." She slammed it shut behind her.

Henry stayed in the driveway just long enough to see her enter her house safely. Then he pulled out and headed home.

As he approached his house, he saw an unfamiliar car in his driveway. It was a little green foreign job. A girl got out as he cut his engine.

It was the brunette with the thin red shirt.

"What are you doing here?" Henry was furious. He had had high hopes for his date tonight and this girl had ruined everything.

"Uncle Henry," the girl said softly, "that's no way to talk to a lady in need." Her hand went to the top button of her shirt and unfastened it.

"Go away," Henry said. "All you ladies just leave me alone. I don't want any part of this any more."

The girl's lower lip trembled in mock hurt. "Don't you think I'm pretty?"

"Get out of my yard." Henry unlocked his front door and pushed her away as she tried to enter. "Get away from here or I'm calling the police."

The girl's jaw dropped as Henry slammed the door in her face.

Henry stood just inside the door, waiting and listening. After a few minutes, the girl started up her car and roared away. Henry's shoulders sagged as her car vanished down the street. He sat down on the couch and held his head in his hands in silence, his heart as empty as his house.



Uncle Henry Ch. 08



It was Wednesday evening and Henry had barely touched his beer. He stared unseeing at the TV as his phone rang and rang. He made no move to get up from his armchair to answer it. He had received too many phone calls in the past few weeks from women who only wanted one thing from him. And there was only one woman from whom he wanted anything.

A knock at the door interrupted his thoughts. He took a moment to decide whether to get up and answer it. It was probably just another needy girl that he would have to say no to. He hated to turn them down; it was only human to want what they wanted. But Henry had his own life to think about too.

The knocking grew louder. Whoever his visitor was, she was persistent. Should he let her in? But Henry knew what would happen then. He couldn't let that happen again. Not with the way he felt about Grace.

The knocking exploded, turned into hammering now. Henry jumped out of his chair. Who could be making such a terrible fuss?

He raced to the door, twisted the lock open, and pulled the handle.

"Uncle Henry!" said his niece Diane, cradling one hand tenderly in the other. "I almost broke my knuckles on your dumb door. Didn't you hear me?"

"Huh? I did, but -- I thought it was someone else."

Diane brushed past him into the living room and he closed the door behind her. "What's the matter with you? You're not picking up your phone, you're not answering the door, and my friends who see you on your bus route say you've been rude to them. You push them away. What's going on?"

Henry sat down next to her on the couch. "I'm not into having sex with strange women, Diane. You shouldn't have gotten me into this."

Diane blew a wisp of auburn hair out of her eyes. "I didn't get you into anything. You agreed to everything you did. And don't tell me you didn't like it."

"Of course I liked it. I'm a guy. But things are different now."

"Like how?"

"Like I found somebody I really like. I can't do it with just anybody any more."

Diane's eyes widened. "Who?"

Henry shook his head. "It doesn't matter. I don't think it's going to work out anyway."

Diane stood up. "Well, if you really like her, you should try. Don't just sit on your couch with a bottle of beer and sulk. Call her, whoever she is." Diane pointed to the phone. "When that thing stops ringing, anyway."

After Diane left, Henry stood by the phone, considering. Then he picked up the receiver, pressed the End button to hang up on whoever was calling, and dialed Grace's number.

"Hello? Henry?"

"Hello, Grace. How are you?"

"It's been almost two weeks. I thought I'd never hear from you again. What's this about?"

Henry took a deep breath, trying to get the words right. He exhaled. "I want to see you again."

"Why? Because the last date went so well?"

"Because it didn't go well," Henry said. "I know that. I want to make it right with you."

There was a pause that seemed to last hours but was really only a few seconds. "All right, Henry. When and where?"

"The Dairy Queen on Las Olas Boulevard. Can you meet me there in an hour?"

"I'll be there."

The relief hit him so hard it took him a minute to realize she had already hung up. He put the phone down and rushed into the bathroom for a quick shave and comb, then changed into clean clothes and was out the door.

He arrived at the Dairy Queen fifteen minutes early and paced in the parking lot until Grace pulled up.

She didn't get out of her car. "What is it, Henry?"

"Come inside, Grace. We'll have an ice cream and talk."

She pushed her door open and stood up. "Lead the way."

The freckle-faced girl at the counter looked Grace up and down as she served them ice cream. She sniffed and pushed her hair back as she gave Henry his change. Then she turned her back on him.

They sat down at one of the small tables. "Grace, I apologize for cutting our bowling date short."

"Why, Henry?"

"I -- I haven't dated in long time. I never was any good at it to begin with."

Grace nodded. "I can see that."

"I just got nervous. I flaked out."

"That's not very attractive in a man."

Henry took a deep breath. She stared at him with a penetrating gaze that unsettled him. "I like you. I like spending time with you. Will you give me another chance?"

She paused before she spoke, then laid both hands on the table. "You're a nice guy. I had a good time with you at the bowling alley, and I thank you for that. That's why I agree to meet you tonight. I'm sure you'll make someone a wonderful partner. " She shook her head. "But it's not going to be me." Her chair slid back with a grating noise. "Good-bye, Henry."

Henry sat motionless as Grace went out the door, his spoon poised over frozen ice cream that was not nearly as cold as the wound Grace had left in his heart.

At home, back in his worn armchair, Henry continued to ignore the insistent ringing of the phone.



Uncle Henry Ch. 09



Afternoon drizzle pelted the bus as Henry stopped to pick up another load of passengers. The day was as dreary as his mood. As the last of the passengers entered, Henry accelerated again, sending them scrambling for their seats. But one remained standing.

"You need to get behind the yellow line, miss," Henry said without looking at her. He was still replaying Grace's conversation with him at the Dairy Queen in his head.

"Look at me, Uncle Henry," the young voice said. "Don't tell me you don't remember me."

Henry looked up at shy, gangly 18-year-old who had started this mess his life had become. Only she didn't look so shy any more.

She stood with arms crossed over her red cotton shirt, impervious to the twists and turns the bus took as Henry guided it forwarded. Her big brown eyes gazed down at him without mercy.

"Mindy?" Henry said. "How are you? What are you doing here?"

"You didn't give me much choice," Mindy said. "I've been calling you for days but you never answer your phone. How else am I supposed to talk to you?"

Henry stopped for a red light and then glanced back at her. "What do you need to talk to me for? You already got what you wanted."

She reddened slightly. "It's not about me this time. I'm doing fine in that department. But someone else needs you. Someone very important to me. I'm going to bring her by your place tonight. Will you help her?"

Henry shook his head as the light turned green and he moved the bus forward. "I don't do that any more."

"I heard that," Mindy said. "But why? Don't tell me you don't like it. I know you better than that."

Henry shrugged. "Of course I like it. But -- I met someone. That's all there is to it."

"Who is she?"

"Doesn't matter. She doesn't want anything to do with me."

Mindy tapped a foot on the floor. "Then you can do whatever you want."

"She's very important to me," Henry said. "I can't betray her."

"Uncle Henry, if she's not with you, there's no one to betray. Sounds like you could use the distraction anyway. I'll be at your house tonight at 8:00. And you better be nice to my -- to the woman I bring," she said softly, "the way you were with me. I told her you would be. Now let me off here."

Henry opened the doors and Mindy stepped out onto the sidewalk. She turned to look at him as the bus moved on, a dwindling figure in his rear view mirrors.

Later that day, Henry prepared for his final encounter with an unfamiliar woman. He told himself that he would do this one last time as a favor for Mindy, but from now on he would put his foot down. This was it. No more, unless and until he felt something. But he would make this last time special, both for himself and the woman he was with.

He showered and shaved and even trimmed his eyebrows. He applied just enough aftershave to make himself smell nice, but not enough to overpower. He found his cleanest underwear and put them on, then brown slacks with a shiny black belt and a white cotton shirt. Plaid socks and shiny black shoes.

He double-checked the refrigerator. Plenty of beer. Maybe he should have gotten wine, but it was too late for that now.

Back in the living room, everything seemed neat, clean and in order. It was almost 8:00.

Henry paced for a few moments between bedroom, kitchen, and living room until he heard a car pull up in the driveway. He paused expectantly with his hand on the door handle until he heard a knock, then yanked the door open with what he hoped was a warm, endearing smile on his face.

The smile froze.

"Uncle Henry," Mindy said, "this is my mother. Her name is --"

"Grace," Henry said.

"Henry?" Grace said, her eyes widening. She wore a gorgeous lavender dress and a pearl necklace that drew his eyes to the V between her breasts.

"You guys know each other?" Mindy asked, startled.

"We ... went out a few times," Henry said.

Grace stepped forward. "You're Uncle Henry? You're the one all the girls have been talking about?"

"Mom, I told you. He's the one who... you know. Only he's not doing it any more because of some woman he met. And the woman doesn't even like him."

Grace looked Henry up and down, pursed her lips, then turned to her daughter. "You can leave now, Mindy. I've got it from here."

"You better be nice to her, Uncle Henry," Mindy said, then got back into the car.

"Don't worry, he will be," Grace said under her breath.

"Come in, Grace," Henry said, but Grace had already closed the door behind her and stepped into the room.

"Henry, what is going on here? Does this have something to do with why we left early at the bowling alley?"

Henry stuffed his hands in his pockets and looked at her. Grace had put two and two together pretty fast. It was a privilege to be in the presence of such a smart woman. "Have a seat. I'll get us some beers and we'll talk about it."

"A beer sounds pretty good to me," Grace said, taking a seat on the couch.

He told Grace the whole story, from when Diane had first brought Mindy over to see him until when the flirtatious brunette at the bowling alley had upset him so much that he cut short their date there.

Grace drained her beer when he finished. "So you broke Mindy. I have to thank you for that. She's so shy, I thought she was never going to get any. But look at how happy she is now."

Henry was silent for a moment. "You want another beer?"

Grace ignored the question. "You had all those women wanting you, and you gave it all up?"

Henry nodded.

"You turned them all away just for me?"

Henry nodded again and drank from his beer.

"Why, Henry?"

Henry set his beer down. "Because, Grace. Just because."

Grace set her empty bottle down and leaned forward to kiss him.

"What are you doing, Grace?"

"What does it look like? I'm doing what I came here to do in the first place."

Henry's house was never empty again.

THE END