Paris

Hello Friends

Here is the first two parts of my first piece of long fiction in an age. I find it really hard to write long pieces because of my problem concentrating ,but I got this done over the last few months.

 Forgive me if it is not perfectly written or punctuated or all those things. If I had gone back too often I would never be able to share it.

It tells the story of Andy's first visit to Paris with his beloved Aunt Jane.

I have posted the first part before, but her it is, with a few tweaks and leads us into the following chapters.

I hope you like this, as I say it took a lot to complete and it still is only half way there.

XXX

Andy

Chapter one

   The boy did not jump nor flinch when she sat beside him, in fact it was as if he had known she was there all along and when her voice soft and calm broke the silence of the room he replied as calmly as if he were talking about his boats or drawings. 

 “They are amazing”, he said, his fingers ever so gently running over the smooth patent pants, which lay across his knees. “They are so shiny and smooth”.

  “And expensive too.”

   “Oh I am sorry”, he exclaimed with honest dismay, raising his fingers from the materials gloss surface.

   “No, no darling, I don’t mind”, she whispered, taking his nervously hovering hand and returning his fingers to the garment which she had strategically discarded on her bed just hours before. “That only means they are quality. These are by a company in France called Balmain and I think they were about £2,500 pounds or somewhere around there. Do they feel nice?”

   “Yes, they are so soft, so slick, almost like…. wet and warm. Are they plastic?”

  “Yes kind of. They are PVC Vinyl”

   “Vinyl”, he repeated softly to himself as if rolling the idea about in his young head.  “Vinyl. I have seen them about a lot on tele and stuff and….,” he paused, contemplating, daring himself to say what was clearly on his mind, “…..and I think you look really great in them.”

    Jane glowed.  Oh it was not the first time her young man had complimented her on her dress or appearance, he was always noticing a change of look or hair, even a different shade of polish on her nails, but somehow this little comment, in the quiet of the room felt so much sweeter and more personal. 

  “Thank you sweetheart, that is very kind of you, thank you.” She said, stroking his arm softly. “Though I did suspect you liked them when you touched my bottom.”

  The young man gave a gasp “Oh I am sorry, I did not mean to, it was an accident. I…..”

  “No, no darling”, Jane whispered with a soft calming pat of his hand. “It is ok, I don’t mind. I take it as a compliment and you have accidentally touched my bottom so many times I do kind of look forward to it now.”

   The young man gave a soft and embarrassed giggle as the moment passed. “What? ….what are they like to wear?”

   Jane took up the pants and turned them before him. “Well darling as I said they are by Balmain so they are really very comfortable and very tight, plus they are unlined so they are very clingy, but that’s the way they should be, I mean you can wear loose PVC but I think it looks odd don’t you? And they do make a funny stretchy sound when you move in them.”

   Andy giggled and nodded “Yes I heard it when you crossed your legs: like all sticky.”

   Jane turned her body to him, her smile warm and loving. A moment passed, a long silence the only sound the distant hum of the birthday party downstairs. Then, catching his eye she smiled, “Why don’t you try them on? I mean they are only trousers really.” 

   “Oh no Aunt Jane. I …I couldn’t they are yours….ladies. That would be…I….no. No thank you. I really don’t want to”, 

   With his all too swift reply clearly betraying his true feelings, Jane sensed the importance of the moment and so, with a calming breath, changed her tone, her voice lowering, her words crisper: “No Andrew. I want to see you in them.”

    Jane felt him jump ever so slightly, his fingers becoming still and after a moment his eyes turned to hers and in their cool green gaze they remained, questioning her words with an innocent sparkle.

   Once more Jane shifted, this time a straightening of her back so that, even sat as they were on the edge of her bed, she rose above him. Her eyes  narrowed she spoke clearly and slowly:  “Put them on for me please.”

   Andy did not flinch, nor tremble, his face was still open and warm, but there was something in her tone, something in the way her eyes shone, that gave him a tingle like nothing before. He swallowed.  “Yes Aunt Jane,” he submitted.

    Her practised cool exterior masking the thrill now flowing through her, Jane watched as her beloved young man obediently stripped to his striped underpants. For a second or two she thought of demanding the removal of his underwear, but this was not the moment. Yes it would come, but not today. 

    Watching as he drew the glossy vinyl up and about his waist and bottom Jane struggled to suppress a smile and helping hand, his innocent confusion over the reversed feminine style buttons and zip delightfully clear to see. But soon he was within their smooth embrace and standing, beautifully red faced, before her. 

   Now of course they did not fit, she was 5’10” in bare feet and he only a teenager but even so, despite the clear outline of his underwear beneath, the smooth vinyl pants looked immediately right on him, their deep liquid shine highlighting the blossoming shape of his legs and bottom to perfection. She looked up at him, her eyes as cool as she could pretend, her head tilted. “Yes I knew they would nice on you”. 

   “Thank you”.

  “And what do they feel like on?”

   “Soft and warm and smooth and sticky”

   “Do you like them?”

  A moments pause, not in uncertainty, far from it he loved them, but in contemplation of what he was about to admit. He nodded. “Yes Aunty, I like them very much.”

   Gesturing for Andy to sit once more, the slick vinyl squeaking knowingly as his did,she elegantly straightened her spine to dominate his slight teenage boy beside her.

   Pausing for a moment to allow him to be bathed in her warm perfume,she  gently stroked a finger down his red blushed cheek and under his chin, tinting his face up to hers. She smiled. “Good I am glad you like them darling, because when you come to stay with me this summer, I want to take you to Paris and buy you a pair of your very own……….. and your first pair of Louboutins to match.” 

    Andy gave a soft laugh. “Nice offer Aunty, but I don’t have the legs for them like you”.

   Jane smiled and stroked the floppy fringe from his face, “That is very sweet of you Andrew, but you do have the legs for them and with the right heel they will look amazing.

   Now Andy’s smile flickered, the look in his Aunts green eyes was loving and fun but also clearly earnest. “You…..you mean it?”

   “I do my darling”, she shifted on the bed now, easing her toned body to face him. Her hands still wrapped with his. “Do you remember a few years ago, that rainy bank holiday, when we played with my make-up and you looked so pretty and how you enjoyed all the fuss of it all and how you were to scared to try my heels and how we forgot the time and had to rush to get you all cleaned up before your Mum and Dad came for you”. She paused now, almost as if uncertain of her own actions, nervous, she felt nervous. “Well….I would like you to come to Paris with me, so we can play like that all summer”.

   His hands still enfolded in his Aunts, the young man eased back ever so slightly, a whirl of surprise fluttering in his stomach. Yes he remembered that day, it had been fun and yes, secretly he had still dreamed of the fun they had together and of how he looked after his Aunts touch, but..but he was a boy, he liked football and bikes and stuff. 

  “You mean…dressing up? And ….things?”

   “Things?” Jane smiled “By that I take it you mean Make up? Yes of course, I mean you looked so pretty and don’t you remember that day we went shopping and that screen in the beauty shop? When it took that picture of you? Wouldn’t you like to be pretty like that all the time”

The boy shifted, Jane knew he understood but his clear unease prevented any admission.

  “You mean…..you want me to be girl?”

  Jane smiled, it was funny, she had planned this moment, these words, hoping to use them, but never imagining she would ever get to. She stroked a polished finger across his hand and taking it in hers placed it deliberately on his vinyl smooth leg. “No darling, you are a boy and I love you, I love my nephew more than anything, but there are boys who……who like to dress as a girl would, boys who like to look pretty and feminine and…….I think you would like to be pretty”

  it was as if the idea of being pretty had struck him like a bolt of lightning, his face flushed and his fingers trembled against his polished thigh. “I ….no thank you Auntie, I don’t think so….I no not….I am a boy….”

   For a second Jane felt a wave of guilt at the seed she had just planted, she could see in his eyes, the confusion her idea had placed in her nephews young mind, she knew him so well and she honestly understood his response and her loving heart fluttered with regret at inflicting such emotion on him. 

   However the die had been cast, the little seed planted, but that was all she had needed to do and so with her usual calm and breathless style she elegantly let the moment fade and with one of her warmest lightest smiles changed the subject, gently tapping on his leg to suggest he had better change and get back to the party.

Chapter 2

   The moment she saw him, she smiled. Not just because it had been a whole 2  months since that night at his party and she had missed him, but also because he was wheeling a huge suitcase.

    She was in leather that morning, for two reasons, first because she knew Andy liked her in it, especially the tight,ribbed, multi pocketed and zipped  biker pants she had chosen to wear and secondly she wanted to make Andy feel special when she wrapped her arms round him, she wanted others to look at them, at her and be ever so slightly envious that it was not they who had such a beautiful Aunt. Yes it might have been a little egotistical to think such a thing, but hell, Jane knew her body and figure came at the price of sweat and pain and she had earned the right to be proud of it and to show it off.

  Not that she was over the top in her style, indeed in her black pants , white men’s shirt , beneath a tailored blazer and completed with classic black patent Louboutins, she could have been described as conservatively chic in her dress. Conservative but very deliberately sexy. Sexy Aunt Jane and the look on Andy’s face when she stepped forward from the crowd could have lit a million cities, his face, sweet and bright aglow with joy at seeing his beloved Aunt and their embrace was the same, warm and loving, arms wrapped around each other and hands, boys hands, ever so “accidentally”  resting on toned leather clad buttocks. Jane smiled, she knew it was deliberate, but refused to ever mention it, why? Because she liked it. She could have brushed his touch away, but why would she, the soft tremble of his fingers as they nervously rested on her toned bottom felt nice, it was just another part of their love for each other.

   Their warm greeting over, the pair , no doubt watched by many of the airport crowd, departed hand in hand, Jane never once mentioning the bulging suitcase filled with the dull clothing of a boy. That detail would be addressed in due course, but for now, she had her nephew's hand in hers and that was all she wanted……for now. 

Chapter 3

It had been two weeks? Maybe more? They had been everywhere, done so much. River trips, museums, long walks, galleries, it had been one exciting day after another and in truth Andy had forgotten his Aunt's promise, but Jane was not worried, she knew the right time would come and when it did It would be beautiful.

 However not as beautiful as the vision that greeted her that sunny morning.

    She stopped in the door to Andy’s room, it was early, the sun had woken her, but like all teenagers it would take more to rouse her beloved nephew. However at that moment she was not intent on waking the sweet young man, for as she watched she could plainly see he was in the middle of a dream. He moved slowly , gently writhing beneath the silken sheets that so perfectly contoured his slim body, his hand clearly defined ,resting on his boyhood. Jane took a breath, it was such a sweet sight, but one not uncommon in a boy Andy’s age.Yet seeing him, his eyes closed lips parted, revealing the heated emotions of the moment, she felt privileged.

    But what was he dreaming of, or rather of whom, for unless there was something very odd, he was not dreaming of his bike or his ever present football boots. No he was dreaming of someone.

   For a long moment she just relaxed against the door frame, the warm morning sun, filtered by the curtains gently illuminating the scene before her, so sweet, so innocent, so natural and then a word….. Auntie.

    Jane’s stomach tingled, it did not tense, it did not turn, but it tingled, he was dreaming of her. She smiled and wondered what naughty narrative that sweet young mind was weaving into his dreams.

   Distracted by the thought, Jane took a moment to realise his breath was deepening, his white teeth nibbling on his soft lips. For a second she thought of slipping away, this was his private moment and she had no right to intrude ,but he looked so beautiful, so sweet and yes, feminine bathed in the summer light, that she could no more turn away from him than she could a masterpiece in a gallery and then his breath came again and if the sound of her own whispered name made her tingle, the softly half sighed words made it melt. 

“Touch me……” he breathed, his body, slowly turning beneath the sheets, “Please touch me again”, A sign, a moan, his fingers softly caressing his boyhood as the dream deepened.

  “Thank you….thank you”

Jane felt her colour rise, her heart tripping, She loved him dearly and knew he loved her in return and yes in the isolation of that room she would secretly admit to having feelings for him in another way. Not that she felt shame for them,not at all. He was young but old enough and she was not his blood, it was no sin, no crime, however she was “Aunt” Jane, the woman who had seen the fourth son of hr best friend being swamped by this older brothers and who had made it her delightful joy to make a beeline for him whenever she visited, to shower him with the attention his loving but hard working parents could not.

  No to over step that line would have been wrong and so she would keep her feelings buried deep, whilst at the same time revelling in the glow of her young man’s poorly concealed crush.

  It was sweet and innocent and in all honesty she enjoyed it, heck she even dressed for him, yes that might have been naughty, but it was all in fun and gave both he and her pleasure. She was Aunt Jane and Aunt Jane wore something no one else did. Aunt Jane wore shiny pants, usually leather, but sometimes vinyl, but always tight and Andy loved them and he loved to touch them.

  The first time she felt his fingers touch her bottom, she did not know what to do. It was not a grab or a pat, but a barely noticeable drift of fingertips across one buttock. She could have reacted, could have let him know, but she understood how much courage it must have taken for a young teenage boy to undertake such an adventure and so remained impassive and besides, his trembling touch felt nice so why couldn’t she enjoy it too. After all it was only a touch. 

 However that first kiss,a few years later, was not just a touch. In reality it was so much more, it was in a way her private acknowledgement of something special between them. 

   Again, just as his touch on her leather smooth bottom, it was not something she made comment on, it had after all been an accident. Bad timing, she leaning in to kiss his cheek as she always did, just as he turned his head, resulting in their lips meeting in the softest of kisses.  

   However, as unexpected as the kiss was, she had not immediately pulled back in shock or surprise, but simply let her face linger close to his ,her eyes warm and loving drifting over his sweet face, revelling partly in the sparkle of his  innocently embarrassed crystal blue eyes , but mostly in the sight of his lips, lips which at her soft touch were now ever so slightly coloured by the faint transfer of her own lipgloss. 

  It was a moment that changed everything for in that briefest of seconds, with his lips moistened by hers and his cheeks flushed red, she first saw something she had only ever imagined before, she saw the beautiful feminine boy hidden within.

  In truth, she had wanted to kiss him again, but realised if she had she would have almost certainly rendered him  unconscious and so with  her eyes still in his and her breath on his lips, she replaced her lips, in a deliberately soft kiss, to the corner of his mouth, just where his cheek and lips met. 

  It became their kiss, One that to anyone watching, would look like an innocent clumsy greeting, but for Jane was a secretly naughty token of she felt for her favourite “Nephew”

  It was a love that filled her now as ,in that warm morning light, Jane watched her Andy, dreamily touch himself, his breath rising and falling in an animated slumber. 

  She imagined him wrapped in her own embrace,the crush he had on her finally made physical as each caress made his slim figure snake beneath the silken sheets, rising without check to its natural climax.However as it did, as Andy sweet and innocent unconsciously bit his soft lips in pleasure, Jane’s heart stopped for as his breath came, it did so, not with her name, but with a softly and passionately whispered….. Will.

 Jane stepped back, her hand over her mouth stifling the shock, not in dismay that it had been another’s name he had breathed, but that it had been the name of his lifelong friend…the name of a boy. 

  It was a revelation which took Jane by surprise, yet in truth should not have , she knew how close they were and Andy was always telling her about what Will was doing or what he had said, or where he was going, She even remembered being introduced to him at a birthday party. An already handsome young man, despite his unruly hair ,Andy’s Mother ,her best friend, explaining how he was a couple of years above Andy at school and had come to his rescue when he was frightened and lost on his first day. 

  It was a sweet and genuine friendship, which had made them inseparable as they grew, Andy always just behind his taller friend, but eager and ready to help patch him up after another ill-fated adventure. Indeed it was Wills broken nose, which had led to a life time of gentle teasing from Andy.

   Jane smiled. For in that moment, as the young mans body slowed and his pleasure subsided into a warm tingle, everything uncertain about Andy had become clear to her, now she understood him completely and her love for him seemed to glow even deeper. 

   However she knew she must not intrude further on this moment, she knew her nephew would awaken soon, sticky and embarrassed.She would make no comment, not let him know she knew, allow him to “cover his tracks” without question and so with a loving smile, Jane turned away, her mind filling with a new image, a new delight, that of her nephews body, glowing with the sweat of his pleasure and as she closed the door behind her, she smiled.

 Andy's journey into femininity would begin here in Paris, however now she knew she had an even greater purpose, one that would truly give her beloved nephew the life he deserved,but she would be patient.