~Subject: Uncle Scott, (1/?) (mf/tame/teen/cons/romantic)
~From: an194072@anon.penet.fi (Uncle Scott)
~Date: Mon, 6 Nov 1995 20:55:42 UTC
~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Note that this text file doesn't contain women being beaten stabbed
or burnt to death. It involves a consensual, slow building relationship
between a late female teen (16) and a man in his late twenties (28.)
If you don't find romance and dialog interesting, I suggest you
hit n right now.
Note that all Uncle Scott stories are based on Uncle Scott's imagination.
Uncle Scott has never done the exact things mentioned with someone who
exactly resembles the character mentioned. Uncle Scott HAS done
similar things with characters of similar age groups (legal stuff!)
and uses a collection of small acts to add realism to his stories.
The characters in Uncle Scott Stories, except for Uncle Scott himself,
are totall fictitious. Uncle Scott, on the other hand is very real,
but these are his fantasies, not his realities.
Got it!?
Good, enjoy, Uncle Scott
************ Uncle Scott part 1, meeting Jen ************
Hi, my names Jen, and I'm gonna tell you how I met "Uncle" Scott...
I'd been with a few boyfriends before, nothing special, but I
knew what I wanted. I wanted a guy a little older than me,
someone who knew their way around a bedroom. That one night with
Scott had convinced me. Some men had a sense for what a woman's
body wanted. It was like maybe in their last lives, they'd been
women, maybe even lesbians or something. Most men just fuck for
themselves, and that's what all my boyfriends before Scott had
been like. All they wanted was to get your bra off, grab your
tits, and try to cum. No interest in me.
Scott, at 28, was a little old for me, but what the hell, at 16,
I was not a little girl anymore. So, please don't think of him
as a pervert. He was the best lover in my life, both physically
and mentally. From the moment I saw him, I just knew we would
get together, in every possible way. He had a way of looking at
me that sent chills down my spine, and not the bad kind. I was
visiting my friend Susan's house, and her "uncle" was there.
Uncle Scott. He wasn't really her uncle, but they had grown up
next door to this guy, and their families were real close. He
told me later he'd never touched Susan because he just never
seemed to think of her in *that* way. As he put it, there just
wasn't any heat when he looked at her.
Thank GOD there were stirrings when he looked at me, because I
know I was ready that second. Anyway, oh yeah, he, had a way of
looking at me, I believe I was saying. I walked in with Sue, and
he was working on a computer, some strange, expensive, thing that
did cool stuff I'd never seen.
Right here, I've gotta tell you, I'm a computer geek. Have been
for a time, I started young, when I was four with a Vic-20. My
dad would load games for me. By eight I was programming my
homework assignments for vocab on a Mac. I just started college
to get a computer degree. Pretty cool!
Anyway, again, his EYES! As I was saying, before I so rudely
interrupted myself, was that he was working on something. Sue
said, in a thick Russian accent, "Mister Garibaldi! Do you know
what the last Zhon (sp?) said when he died?"
And 'Uncle Scott' not looking up, said "No, Ambassador Molari,
what did the last Zohn say when he died?"
In anticipation, he started to look up, his eyes tracking the
lines of MY legs, from the ankles up. He did NOT close his eyes
as most men do when looking up a woman's body, yet he didn't
linger ANYWHERE. His eyes moved fast, and in a split second he
was looking me in the eyes. He was smiling. Not a leer, just an
honest, appreciative, friendly grin. Well, maybe just a little
wolfish, but he certainly seemed tame. I was to learn he was
much the wolf when he wanted to be.
As his head started up, Sue made a dying motion, grabbing her
heart, then said, "AAAAAAGHHHHH!"
It was a joke I would hear them repeat over and over, once or
twice a month. Like a little secret code just for them. I saw
her do it anytime she introduced him to a pretty girl. Knowing
he'd find me attractive, she'd said it to warn him. Needless to
say, they had a strange relationship, and I found out that they
had often talked to each other about their sexual liaisons with
other people, but never did anything more than masturbate in the
same room.
The second his eyes hit mine, my pussy started getting wet. At
this point in time, 16 years old, I was still pretty
inexperienced. I was still technically a virgin. I knew where
things went, but no guy had ever really gotten me as excited as
they seemed to get themselves excited. The quiet power in this
guys eyes told me I was welcome to invite him in, and he'd be
staying for the night.
Sue ran off to get some pop for us. My face was a little red,
but I was pretty well composed. I said, "You and Susan seem
pretty comfortable around each other. I wish I had a guy like
that in my life." I immediately reddened as I realized what kind
of relationship I was implying Sue and Scott had, when I just
knew she wasn't THAT close to someone that old, who was her
"uncle."
He said, in a southern accent much like Sam Sheppard's, "yeah,
we're like married people, right down to the part about not ever
having sex." He laughed, then a little more seriously, "It's the
way we both like it, no pressure, no funny stuff, just friends."
Now I realized that my implication had become a come on, or
something close to it.
"Hey, ever see one of these?" he said pointing to a fairly big
computer inhabiting a table with some VCRs around it.
"No, what is it?" "VCR in a computer. Pretty cool stuff.
Completely digital right offa the hard drives. It makes Mpeg
look pretty sick. Just wait 'til I get this up and running."
I felt a little lost, and didn't really know what to say. As a
short lapse turned into a long pause, we stared into each other's
eyes. Did you ever do that, just look right into someone's eyes,
and not really think too much, just enjoy the view, looking in at
them while they looked out at you? Well, after a LONG quiet
pause, Sue came in, talking as she entered, "Hey! Why's it so
quiet back here, C-SPAN heating up today? I hear that Bob Dole's
gonna be president one day." As she said the last word, she
rounded the corner to catch us staring at each other, and coming
out of our own little world.
"You're NOT funny, Sue." Said Scott. She now KNEW what was
happening. "Shit! BAD SUE!!!", she paused, changing gears, "Did
I just interrupt a PRIVATE moment? I'm sorry, but hey, he's old
enough to be your UNCLE!" she said in mock seriousness.
Scott threw a manual at her, she ducked out the door, laughed,
and excused herself. She popped her head in the door, and in a fake
English accent said, "Mummy and Daddy shant be home for another hour,
and I fear I must go to the store for at least an hour or so." She
ran.
"Wait!" I yelled, getting up and running after her. I caught
her near the front door, and in a frantic whisper said, "You
can't leave me alone here with him, I don't even know him! What
if he tries to rape me or something?"
She sighed, and with an exasperated look said, "you don't know
him like I do. One thing he WON'T do is rape you. He's Mr.
'consensual, as in let's write out a contract and make sure we
have a fair exchange of orgasms.' He may talk you to death, he
may rub your feet, and if you let him, he may do more, I don't
know. But you say stop, he stops. So don't worry, he's fun, and
I think you two should see what comes of this." Then, in a
conspiratorial tone, "Besides, I hear he's quite good."
"OK, if you're sure. Oh god! I'm so fuckin' nervous! Look, my
legs are shaking! Are you sure?!?" I said.
"Yes, I AM!" She grabbed my shoulders, turned me around, and,
putting her head on my shoulder so she could see where she was
leading me, pushed me right back to the room, not entirely
against my own will. Sure I was leaning back, but everytime she
let up I slowed down, waiting for her to push, HOPING she'd push,
and she, thank god, did push. I really was curious, and her
little speech had helped me a lot.
Agian she popped her head into the room, "You two stay here, if
I'm not back in an hour, consider yourself lucky!"
I didn't need that last line. I mean, we both knew where things
would probably head, but I did not need this kind of pressure.
Wow, I was ALONE with him. If I wanted it to happen, it would.
I wasn't really sure what I wanted, except I wanted to kiss him,
and make out. He really surprised me, though, by not going for
it at all!
Every opportunity I made for him to kiss me he'd just touch me,
or smile, something harmless.
He started talking computers, and soon, we were both geeking out
really bad. He was talking DMA and Max transfers and TCP/IP and
stuff, and I admit, I only half followed some of it, but I
learned a ton from him. After what seemed like a really long
conversation, but was actually only 30 minutes, and suddenly we
were in the den, on the couch, me leaning back on him, him with
his hands rubbing my shoulders and arms.
I leaned forward, and he rubbed a little more down my back,
stopped above my pants, and went back up! Crap! I was enjoying
this attention and all, but I really wanted him to reach just a
little down my pants in back, just enough to be naughty.
"Hmmmmmm. That feels Soooo good," I said, imagining he was
doing a little more. I leant forward so my shoulders went out of
reach of his hands, and he rubbed up and down. "Wow your back's
pretty tight down here." "Yeah," I said, "I spend a lot of time
in a shitty chair at a computer programming for hours."
"How far down you want me to rub?" He asked.
Dumbly, I said, "As far as you want, really. Whatever it takes
to do the job." I undid my pants, and pulled them down a enough
that my crack was just barely covered by my panties, and my
panties were an inch or two out of the pants. I felt so naughty
doing this. I imagined someone walking and catching us, and most
of all, I could imagine him rubbing my ass. He got up and I laid
on my stomach as he started rubbing out a lot of stiffness in my
back. It really felt good. "So," he said, "Sue says this is
better then sex. What do you think?"
"My good Doctor, in order to compare this event we would need to
share a similar frame of reference."
"Huh?"
Like to a child, "Spock's line, when he explains to McCoy that
for McCoy to understand death, he'd have to have died too."
"Oh." Short pause, he thinks. He thinks! Finally he figures
out what I meant. I'd been around Sue a little too long I think.
"OOOH! I'm sorry, didn't know you were still the Big V. Didn't
mean to imply anything. I just figured that with all the kids
starting younger and younger nowadays... well, You know, well,
uh."
I put my head on my shoulders, "You're forgiven, now shut up and
rub my back. And, maybe I'll tell you one day. You know, I
can't be a virgin forever."
God that back rub felt good. But the knots were pretty much
gone, and I wanted something else. "OK, I'm done, stick a fork
in me. Lay down and I'll do you." I looked up, we only had ten
minutes left, I knew that not much could happen when Sue's
parents got home, but we could at least get started.
Scott got down on the floor, as he was a little long for the
couch, and I straddled his butt. I sat my ass on him, and then
pulled it up, so I wasn't being too forward. I started at his
shoulders, found a few good knots and rubbed them out. I got
down close to his back, smelled his smell. It was slightly
sweaty, slighty dank, and VERY musky. Then I realized that that
musky smell was really coming from me, and I was pretty sure he
could smell it too.
His skin was pretty soft for being older and with only five
minutes on the clock, I made MY move. "You've got nice
shoulders. I like nice shoulders." "So do I," he said. Odd, a
man who likes nice shoulders. Anyway, I knew that we'd talked
enough, so I first sat my ass on his, feeling the heat of our
contact. My pussy spread wide, but not really touching his ass
much. I leaned in, and planted a kiss right between his
shoulders, as I lightly ground the crotch of my pants against his
ass. He bristled for second at the unexpected, contact.
Whispering in his ear now, "You don't mind, do you?" I asked.
"No, not... at... ... all." He said as my mouth returned to its
job. A little bolder, I kissed up and out to the top of his
shoulders, switched sides, then worked my way up his neck. God,
he really did smell good.
I was hoping he was gonna taste good too. He rolled out from
underneath me, and turned his head so he could get his lips to
mine. I moved my mouth and kissed him along the jaw line, under
his chin, and then slowly, took a peck at him. He pecked back,
and suddenly our lips hit so hard it hurt, and it wasn't his
fault. I was the one who had launched my face so awkwardly hard
at his, and it just made him more excited. We kissed for a minute,
and then we heard Mr. and Mrs. Briggins pulling in the drive. We
slowly pulled apart, straightened out our clothes.
Mr Briggins came in shortly. "Hey, Scott! Got that Flyer
working? I got a production to do this weekend, and I can't
afford time at a studio."
"Well, I had just finished it up when Sue was leaving for the
store, let me put a few cables back on and we'll fire 'er up!"
then looking at me, Scott asked, "Wanna help?"
"Sure," I said.
We took 30 minutes to do 10 minutes worth of work, but Sue's dad
was on the phone most of the afternoon, so we knew where he was,
and her mom had gone back out. Trust me, it's hard to put a
computer together while French kissing.
More? Let me know.