After the service I knew I wouldn’t have much time so I was anxious to get out of the pews before my aunt and uncle left. I tried to time it so that I was stepping out into the aisle just as my uncle was walking by and then I almost fell as I “accidentally” bumped into him. He grabbed my under my arms and helped me up to my feet.
“Whoa girl, better be more careful there,” he teased me. We were in the middle of a crowd of people but as I regained my balance I managed to put my hand on his crotch for just a moment, not enough for anyone to notice but long enough for him to know it wasn’t an accident.
“Now you better be careful girl, somebody might get the wrong idea,” he said softly as we worked our way up the aisle.
“Well, I was hoping you might get the RIGHT idea,” I teased him back. People around us were busy gossiping (well, in church that’s called “sharing”) and I knew that even if they did overhear us, they would have no idea what we were talking about. Who would ever even think that we would be bantering about sex?
We were almost to the pastor so we couldn’t continue our little exchange. After shaking hands and telling the pastor what a wonderful service it was, I headed downstairs to where our coats were hanging and waited for my uncle. As he grabbed his from the rack, I slowly put mine on. There was nobody within a few yards of us so I moved over close to him and grinned.
“So tell me Uncle Jim, just what ideas were you getting back there?”
My uncle rolled his eyes at me and shook his head.
“Nope, not falling for it kid,” he said, “Your dad gave me the lecture already, remember?”
“You know Uncle Jim, sometimes girls make mistakes,” I said off-handedly, “Sometimes you don’t appreciate something until you don’t have it anymore.”
“Oh? And just what might THAT be?” he said, starting to move over closer to me.
“You know, sometimes a girl likes it a little rough, do you know what I mean Uncle Jim?”
He looked at me with his eyes narrowed, probably trying to figure out if I was just leading him on for the kill or what. I knew he was teetering on the edge. I also knew just how to push him off.
“Don’t you want to fuck me anymore Uncle Jim?” I said softly to him, trying my best to sound like little girl if you know what I mean.
My uncle quickly looked around; as if he was afraid someone had overheard me. Even with all the hustle and bustle after the service, nobody was near us and when someone did walk by, they weren’t paying us any attention.
My uncle grabbed me by the arm through my coat and pulled me over to the side.
“Now listen to me sister, if you’re fucking with me…,” he started to say.
“Uncle Jim, don’t you get it? That’s exactly what I WANT you to do to me,” I giggled, acting more like a dippy teenage girl than a sophisticated college graduate.
As usual when it came to men, Kristi was right – he WAS easy. God, some men will believe anything if they think it will get them laid and my Uncle Jim was probably one of the easiest in that category.
“So what do you say I stop by later this afternoon?”