His Aunt Nicole

[Simonssister]

Chapter 325.

The vicar of St. Michael’s, a woman in her mid-thirties with large pale blue eyes and silvery-blonde hair in a bob, was standing in front of the altar chatting to a man in a dark suit, while two middle-aged women were arranging flowers around the church.  The women stared as Tim and Serena walked in, and one whispered something to the other, in which, in the silence of the church, the word “pageboy” was distinctly heard.  The vicar turned her head, smiled, and gave them a little inviting wave.  They walked up the aisle to where she was standing.
“Good morning!  Welcome to St. Michael’s!”  She smiled at Tim.  “Tim, I presume.  We’ve all been looking forward to meeting you.  This is Roger, the best man.  I’m Ashley.  We were just going over the order of ceremony.”  She looked at Serena.  Serena smiled.
“Nice to meet you, Ashley.  Yes, this is Tim, and I’m Serena Egerton.  Tim’s very excited about his part in proceedings.”
“I’m sure you are, Tim.  So am I, as a matter of fact.  I’ve never had a pageboy leading the procession before.  It’s a first for me as well.  And you’re a fine, handsome lad all right.  I was sort of expecting a younger boy, but…”
“I’m nearly eighteen, miss!”
“Goodness!  Well then, if you’re lucky, you might get offered a little glass or two of champagne at the reception, don’t you think?  You certainly deserve it, for volunteering to be Debbie’s page.  You’re going to steal the bridesmaids’ thunder, you realise, especially in that amazing outfit.”
Tim blushed with pleasure.
“Now, I should explain the procedure.  The guests with begin arriving around nine-twenty.  The ceremony begins at ten.  If you would like to take a seat in the very last line of pews, I will make the introduction, and when I give you the signal, you and one of the bridesmaids will open the double doors.  Debbie and her father will be waiting outside.  They will wait for you to position yourself ahead of them, the organ will start to play, and that’s your cue to walk slowly up the aisle leading them.  The bridesmaids will follow behind.  When you get here, you should stand there – see that piece of yellow paper I’ve stuck to the floor?  That’s your place.  Now, Debbie’s asked if you could be the ring bearer on this occasion.  Often it’s the best man, but you don’t mind, do you Sebastian?”
Sebastian grinned.  “Nope.  One less responsibility for me.”
“Wow!  Really?”
“Yes, Tim.  Seb, might as well hand them over now.”
Sebastian passed him a velvet bag.
“Thanks!”
“All you have to, Tim, is to walk forward when I call you.  You needn’t handle the rings at all.  Just open the bag and offer it to the bride, and then to the groom.  They’ll take them out.  Then move back to your place.  When the ceremonies over, I’ll signal you, and you’ll lead the procession out of the church for the photos.  Any questions?”
“No…  I don’t think so…”
“Nervous?”
“No!”  he said, quickly.  “Just excited.”
“Good boy.  Now, I have some final preparations to make.  Please feel free to look around the church, if you wish, Ms Egerton.”

There was still nearly an hour till the wedding, so they wandered out into the sunshine.  A few more guests had arrived, and Tim was immediately spotted and pounced on by two girls only a couple of years younger than himself.
“Are you the pageboy?  Of course you are.  We're bridesmaids.  We’ve been dying to see you!  Mum told me all about it.”
“She did…  About…?”
“You know, all about how…  you know, how lucky Debbie was to find you…and everything.  Wow, nice outfit!  Super cool!”  She grinned.  “I’m Melanie.  I’m Debbie’s niece.  This is my friend Delia.  What’s your name again?”
“Hi.  I’m Tim.”
“Yeah, Tim.  I remember.”
Melanie was looking at Tim’s shorts with a strange expression on her face.  She was seized with a sudden fit of coughing, but quickly recovered.
“They’re very smart shorts.  What are they…  What are they made of?  Vinyl…?”
“No, latex.  It’s very fashionable you know.  And these colours…”
“They’re going to be the “in” colours next year, right?”
“Yeah…matter of fact…”
“Melanie’s mum told us.  We couldn’t believe…er, you’d really managed to get such trendy stuff…”
“It weren’t easy…  I mean, I ‘ave connections in the trade, see…?”
“Ooh, really.  Could we have a selfie with you, Tim?”
“Course.  Serena?  Could you take a piccy for my friends?”
“Of course.”

The girls stayed commendably straight-faced while Serena took a photo with Melanie’s phone.  The girls checked it, giggled, and turned away.  Delia looked back and waved.
“See you later, Tim!”
Then they ran off back to a group of women in long dresses who had been watching from the lawn.
“Nice girls,” remarked Serena.  “I think that Melanie fancies you, Tim.”
“D’you reckon?”
“Are you going to wear your gloves for the ceremony?”
“No…”  He looked away.
“Okay.  Maybe later, then…”
 

[Simonssister]

Chapter 326.

At a quarter to ten the bride arrived, and Tim took up his position on the back pew, clutching the velvet ring bag.  Melanie and Delia came and sat on either side.  In his excitement he could hardly keep still, so the girls squeezed him from both sides, giggling and sniggering and shoving.  His latex pants squeaked on the polished wooden pew.  Tim wasn’t amused.
“Girls, be careful!  You’re creasing my shirt!”
Delia tugged at his frills, making the leg band smack back on his thigh.  She spluttered with laughter.
“Don’t do that!  It stings!”
A woman in the next row looked round frowning.
“Shh!  Remember you’re in a church, young man.”
Tim turned red.  The girls sniggered.  They continued to torment him, and conducted a whispered conversation in front of him.
“Be careful, Delia.  If you rip his shorts, what will he do then?”
“Ooh, I hadn’t thought of that…”
“They won’t rip,” hissed Tim, testily.  This is special non-tear latex…”
At which the girls dissolved in paroxysms of suppressed giggles.

When they’d heard Deborah was having a pageboy they’d imagined some posh little ten-year old in satin hose and buckled shoes.  They’d already been planning to have some fun with him.  But a hulking teenager in little rubber shorts?  They couldn’t believe their luck.  Just wait till the reception…

His torment soon came to an end.  Ashley gave them the signal, and Tim and Melanie jumped up and positioned themselves either side of the church doors.  As the organ began to play “Here comes the bride”, they swung open the doors and took their places, Tim at the front and Melanie and Delia behind.  A pause, then Tim led the procession up the aisle at a dignified walk.  The congregation turned their heads as one, and a murmur of surprise ran through the church as eyes fell on Deborah’s pageboy.  At her first sight of Tim in his finery, Deborah herself murmured “oh my god” and squeezed her father’s arm.
They arrived at the altar, Tim took up his place, and the ceremony proceeded.  He presented the rings without incident, and fifteen minutes later led the bride and groom back down the aisle and out into the sunshine.  The congregation filtered out, there was applause and congratulations, Tim was hugged by the bride and mobbed by the female guests, much to his delight, and then it was time for the wedding photos.  It was only then he realised he had been nervous.  Now the tension seeped out of his body, and he could relax.  The photos!  Yes, this was what he had really been looking forward to.  Serena fiddled with his hair and tucked his shirt in neatly.  It was a crisp day, but the sun was quite strong.  He could feel it through the latex, warming his skin and bestowing a feeling of well-being.  Serena produced a silk handkerchief and gave his shorts a quick polish.
“There.  You look very nice.  Debbie wants you at the front.  Off you go.”

Not only did he get to be in the front row of pretty much all the big wedding photos, but Deborah, perceiving how he loved to be the focus of attention, asked the photographer to take some in which he was the main focus.  Of course he lapped it up, posing proudly surrounded by his “admirers”.  Then she was approached by one of her friends.
“Deborah, darling, where on earth did you find this little sweetie?  I really want him for my birthday party next month.  And some of us would like to get a few snaps of him by himself, yeah?”
“You can do what you like, Zoe.  You’d have to speak to Serena there about your party – the one in the shimmery blue dress.  She’s his aunt or his guardian or something.  But by all means take some pics of him by himself.  He won’t mind at all.”  She turned to Tim.  “Tim?  Would you be a treasure and go over to the side door and pose for a few of my friends?  Zoe here will show you what she wants.”
“Yes, miss.  Of course!”
“Thanks Debs.  Come on girls!  Omg, just look at him!  Whatever can he be thinking, showing up in those cute little panties?  I mean, you can see absolutely everything!  Trish, why don’t you take a video and I’ll do the piccies?  We can share afterwards.  This way Tim darling…  Right over here.  Won’t take a few minutes…”

[Simonssister]

Chapter 327.

Tim had already played the “perfect pageboy” in front of all the guests.  Now he had a more exclusive assignment.  Zoe took him by the hand, and followed by a little group of her friends, led him round to the side door of the church.
“Stand there, Tim…  Maybe up on the first step?  There’s a love.  That’s it.  Perfect.  Just pose any way you want…  Yeah, do what you feel…  Great!  Love it!  Little dance?  Super!”
He was ecstatic.  They really liked him!  This outfit was great.  He was a big hit with all the ladies.  Thanks to Cynthia.  She really knew what suited him.  She was going to make him other shorts too, probably in different colours.  What did Serena say?  Maybe an inch or two shorter?  S’pose they could be, yes…  Better mention that to her…

He was enjoying himself so much.  In the direct sunlight the latex was warmer than ever, and underneath his skin was warm too, and he was perspiring slightly.  As he moved, his coc-k slid about against the slick latex, and began to stir.  It felt good, being the centre of female attention, being able to show off to his heart’s content.  His audience showed no signs of boredom; the ladies seemed more enthusiastic than ever, praising him and issuing requests.
“Smile, Tim!”
“Make a silly face!”
“Could you stand like that and make a peace sign?”
“Amazing, Tim!  Now could you turn around and look over your shoulder?  That’s great!”

[Simonssister]

Chapter 328.

He did everything that was asked of him.  But now he was thirsty.  It was nearly eleven-thirty, and the sun was hot.  He became aware that the leg bands of his shorts were slipping against his thighs as he moved.  And he was thirsty.  He stopped.
“Ladies…?  Would you mind if I got a drink?  I…”
It was then he noticed that none of them was looking at him.  Well, they were, but not at his face, but at his shorts.  And Zoe herself was wearing a wicked smile, and snapping away as fast as she could.  He looked down.  To his horror, he saw that he was semi-tumescent, the glossy latex taut over his swelling boyhood, which had pushed its way diagonally upwards to the left-hand side of the centre seam.  He gasped, and instinctively covered it with his hand.  It was firm and hot.  Holding it risked making things worse, but he had no choice.  He stammered an apology.
“I-I’m sorry, ladies, but I’ve just realised…  Er, I’m supposed to meet my aunt by the gate now…
“Oh, Tim…just a few more, please…..”
“But…”
“No hurry, Tim.  Carry on.  We have loads of time.”
It was Serena, smiling like a Cheshire cat.  She was holding a little bouquet..
“But I thought…”
Serena looked at her watch. 
“We don’t have to leave for at least ten minutes.  The reception won’t get going till twelve thirty.  Don’t disappoint the ladies, darling.  Look, one of the bridesmaids asked me to give you these.  Isn’t that sweet?  I think she must have a little crush on you.”  She walked up to him.  “Here, take them.”  She lowered her voice.  “Whatever are you doing?  Stop holding yourself like that.  Take them in both hands.”
She took a step back.  “There, what a pretty picture you make.  I’ll come and get you in ten minutes.  Be good and pose for the girls.”
She winked at the others and walked away.  Tim did his best to conceal his erection behind the flowers.  But without much success.
“Can you hold your bouquet higher, please?” called one of his tormentors.  “Higher…  Higher…  That’s better!”
And they resumed the photoshoot.

[Simonssister]

Chapter 329. 

Serena finally returned, collected him, and they walked back to the car, Tim still clutching his bouquet.
“You did a great job, Tim.  Everyone was impressed.”
His ears were still red.  They climbed in.  Tim was quiet.
“Now what’s the problem, darling?”
“Maybe these shorts are a bit…you know, revealing…”
“Nonsense!  They’re very smart.  The whole uniform is amazing.”
“But…”
“What?  Come on, tell me.  What’s the problem?”
“It’s just…like, they show…  I mean, they were looking at, you know….my thing…”
Serena laughed.  “That?  So what?  You are a boy.  You should be proud of it.  I show my tits when I wear a tight dress.  That’s no different.”
“But…  It wasn’t my fault.  I was hot, see?  The sun…  And I was getting a bit…”
“Naturally.  Listen to me, Tim.  Don’t you realise why you’re so popular with the girls?  Because you’re handsome, smart, and you have a great bod.  It’s true.  Of course they like you.  Of course they fancy you a bit.  Isn’t that exactly what you like?  Most guys would give anything to have the sort of following you’ve got.  If you’ve got it, flaunt it, I say, darling.  Not all boys have it in the first place.”
He looked at her wide-eyed.  “Do you think so?”
“I know so.  It’s going to be the same when we get to the reception, I guarantee.  Everyone will want to meet the pageboy.  You’re the star of the show.”
“Really?”
“Of course!  Get used to it.  Everyone been asking me about you.  Can you be pageboy at their daughter’s wedding, do you do parties, and so on.  You’re a celebrity, Tim.  But if you can’t cope with the attention, no probs.  I can tell my mum and we can just focus on maiding.  I can ring Cynthia now if you like and cancel your other outfits…”
Serena understood very well how much he loved being in the spotlight.
Tim panicked.  “No!  No, don’t do that…  Okay, I get it.  I’m sorry.  I just got a bit flustered, that’s all.  It was hot, and all that posing…”
“I understand, Tim.  You played your role in the church perfectly.  You must have felt quite exhausted.  I shouldn’t have allowed you to be pestered by all those women.”
“No, really.  They weren’t pestering me at all.  I just reacted stupidly.  I really like my pageboy outfit... a lot.  Actually I can’t wait for Cynthia to come up with some new creations.  If you think anything needs modifying…”
“Yes?”
“Just go ahead.  I trust your judgement completely.”
“I’m flattered.  Do you feel better now?”
“Yeah.  Thanks.  I’m sorry for being so silly.”
“Well, since you’ve chosen to follow the celeb path, let’s have a publicity photograph, shall we?”
“What do you mean?”
“Come and sit in the driver’s seat and I’ll take one.”
“Okay…”
They got out.  Tim posed sitting in the driver’s seat.
“There.  You look cool.  I can show that around to prospective customers.”
“That would look great on my wall!”
“I’ll get one printed.  Now, we should go.”
Tim moved over.  Serena climbed in and they were soon on their way.
“By the way, who gave me the bouquet?”
“Melanie, actually.  Another one of your admirers.”
Tim laughed.  “Let’s hurry and get to the hotel.”

[Simonssister]

Chapter 330. 

They parked and made their way to the hotel entrance, following the signs for wedding guests.  They ran into Imogen and Joshua in reception, and the four walked together to the ballroom.  There was a big light ante-room where the guests could gather, and through double doors they could see a dancefloor surrounded by dining tables, which waiters and waitresses were laying for lunch.  Tim was attracting lots of attention as usual, and they had been there less than a minute when he found himself surrounded by four girls of about his own age.  A girl in an orange dress introduced herself.
“Hi!  I’m Yvette.  You’re Tim, aren’t you?  Pleased to meet you.”
She held out her hand.  Tim took it and smiled.  She was rather pretty.
“These are my friends.  This is Josephine, this is Frankie, and this is Tess.  We just wanted to say what a great job you did at the church.  Weddings are so boring.  I’m not ever getting married.”
“Unless you agree to be her pageboy,” quipped in the girl in the green dress, Frankie, with a grin.
“Oh, well, if you would…  That would be different, of course...”
“How did you come to be a pageboy?” asked blue dress – that was Josephine.  “When we heard we expected some snotty little kid – not a cool, handsome guy…”
Tim blushed, and demurred, but felt inwardly pleased and proud.  Serena was right.  Why had he doubted it for a minute?  In this outfit he was definitely a babe magnet.  The girls moved closer, smiling at him invitingly.  Any initial shyness evaporated.
“Well, it was pure chance, really.  See, I work at Pitt’s Wood Equestrian the other side of the town…”
“Oh.  I know it well,” said Tess.  “I’ve even ridden there.”  She suddenly had a thought.  “Wait a minute…  Are you one of the boot boys by any chance?”
“That’s right.  Me and Bobby.”
“Wow!  I’ve seen you about…now I recognise you.”
“What’s a boot boy?” asked Josephine.  “Does he…?”
“Clean boots?  Yes.  But it’s a bit more complicated than that, I believe…  Isn’t it, Tim?” asked Tess, innocently.
“Oh…yeah, I guess…  Anyway, as to the pageboy thing, once Miss Poole – that’s the principal – asked me to be a pageboy for a party she was having.  And it just sort of developed from there…  Then Deborah heard about me through her daughter’s friend, and she asked if I would…  And of course I agreed…”
“We’re so happy you did, Tim.  Otherwise we wouldn’t have got to meet you…”

Serena, seeing Tim making some new friends, decided they might cramp his style if they hung around. 
“Imogen, shall we go congratulate the happy couple?  They’ve just arrived…”
And the three of them moved off, leaving Tim with the girls.

The girls quickly understood how vulnerable Tim was to flattery, and decided to exploit his weakness to the full.
“I just love your outfit!” cried Frankie.  “Your shorts are really neat!”
“Yeah, cool…” added Josephine, putting her hands on his shoulders.
Frankie was checking out his belt.  “That’s really good quality leather.  And the pink looks really good next to the purple…  It is latex, isn’t it?”
Tim nodded.  The girls’ touch was as light as a butterfly – and all the more thrilling for it.
“Actually these colours…”
“That’s cool.  I wish I had some latex gear.  If I had my way, I’d wear latex and leather all the time.  I hate these stupid filmy dresses we had to wear today.  You won’t believe it, but our mums got together and chose our outfits specially so we’d each wear a similar dresses but in different colours!”
“True,” added Tess.  “Personally I’m not used to it.  I feel most comfortable in my riding gear.  And powerful.  Guys don’t take the piss when you’re wearing tight breeches, high boots, and carrying a whip!”  She laughed.  “And they don’t try to patronise you, either.”
“We want to leave home as soon as possible,” said Yvette.  “We’re gonna rent a big house together.”  She had an idea.  “You should join us, Tim.”
Tim smiled.  “That’s very nice of you,” he said, casually.
“No.  We’re serious,” said Josephine.  “Let’s keep in touch, and maybe that can really happen.  If you were interested, that is…”
Tim was flattered.  “Honestly, I would.  I’d love to.  But it’s complicated…  Thing is, see, my contract…”
“Contract?” asked Frankie.
“Yeah, see, I have a contract with Pitt’s Wood, and I have an apartment there, and then there’s ESDS…”
“ESDS?”  Josephine looked puzzled.  “What’s that?  What does that stand for?”
He realised he’d said too much.  “Oh, it’s nothing…just…”
But Yvette was already typing on her phone.  “Egerton’s Special Domestic Services?  What’s this?  Boy maids?  What the…?  I can’t see the menu unless I’m a member.  But yeah, that’s it, isn’t it?  It says “affiliated with Pitt’s Wood Equestrian Centre!  Tim?  Are you involved in this?  Are you…really a boy maid?”
Tim clammed up, but his face was a confession in itself.
“I’m still in training…”
“Tell us everything, darling,” said Frankie, “come on…  Don’t be shy…”
But Yvette gave her an almost imperceptible shake of the head, which warned her against being too pushy.  She was more concerned in gaining his trust, and playing the long game.  It wasn’t every day you came across a guy with such possibilities… 
She gave Tim an look which expressed both admiration and interest.
“Tim?  That latex looks amazing quality…  Would you mind if I…”  She reached towards him, tentatively.
“Please…”
“Thank you…”  Her fingers caressed the smooth latex.  “Oh, gosh…  Yes…  It’s so fine.  Your shorts must have been wildly expensive…”
“I think so too…  But all my outfits are paid for…  It’s part of the contract, see.”
Her hand lingered, stroking the glossy surface.  “You’re a lucky guy…  I wish I could see your other outfits sometime…”
Tim has taken an immediate fancy to Yvette.  He jumped at the idea.
“I’d really like to show you.  Maybe we could meet up?  I’m getting some new pageboy gear next week, and then I could also show you…  Er…”
“Your maid’s uniform?” cried Yvette, excitedly.
“Er…well, er…”
In his eagerness to renew their relationship Tim had been about to suggest it, but now was having second thoughts.  Yvette knew exactly how to handle him, however.
“Oh, no pressure.  I quite understand if you wouldn’t want to.  It’s a professional matter, after all.  Sorry - forget I mentioned it.”
“No, really…  I’d be glad to.  Maybe you could come to ESDS one day.  I could ask my mist…  I mean my aunt.”
“Do you mean all of us?”
He could hardly say no.
“Er…sure…”
“Wow!  Thank you, Tim.  You’re such a great guy!”  And she threw her arms around him and kissed him.

[Simonssister]

Chapter 331.

Yvette took out her phone.
“Let’s exchange numbers.”
“Oh…yes…  Just a minute.  My aunt keeps my phone cos I’ve got nowhere to put it in this outfit.”
He looked for her in the crowd.  But Serena had been keeping an eye on him, and seeing him looking for her she made her way over.
“Looking for me, Tim?”
“Oh, aunt, yes.  Could I have my phone for a minute?”
“Here…”
“Thanks.”
“Hi girls.  Having fun?”
“Only cos we met Tim,” laughed Tess.  “We’re not really into weddings.”
Tim and Yvette exchanged numbers.  Tim returned his phone to Serena.
“I’m going to ask Cynthia to find you a belt purse,” she said.  “You shouldn’t have to be without your phone.”
“That would be great.  Thanks, aunt.”
“Why don’t you ask your aunt about…you know…” suggested Yvette.
“Ask me what, Tim?”
“Oh…well…”
“He was thinking he would like us to come to ESDS one day – to see his outfits,” said Yvette, in her politest tone.  “We understand you must be very busy, though, and it may not be possible.”
Serena was a little surprised – but secretly delighted.
“Oh, is that right, Tim?”  He nodded sheepishly.  “Well, I don’t see why not, though I’ll have to clear it with my mum.  He’ll have some new stuff by the end of next week.  Actually it would be quite useful to get your thoughts.  Most of the staff are rather older.  Considering we’re dealing with teenagers, I think we should welcome the opinions of the younger generation.  Let me check.  I’ll try to give you an answer today if I can speak to mum.”
“Oh, thank you so much, miss!  We’d be so well-behaved.”
“I’m sure you would.  Let me see what I can do.”
“Oh, Miss Serena – I’m sorry I don’t know your surname…” began Tess.
“Egerton.  I’m Serena Egerton.  My mother, Cassandra, runs ESDS.”
“I think I’ve seen you – at Pitt’s Wood…”
“Oh, you probably have.  You look familiar too.”
“Would you mind taking a photo of all of us before you go?”
“Not at all.  Give me your phone.”
The girls gathered round and Serena took a quick picture.  She only had time for one, as Imogen was calling her to come and find their table.  It was a nice piccy, except that Yvette seemed more interested in Tim’s shorts than in smiling for the camera.  The girls had little interest in finding their table, and hung about with Tim for some minutes.  Then Yvette’s phone rang.
“Hello?”
“Hi Yvette.  It’s Serena.  I’m using Tim’s phone.  Next week is a go.  We can make the arrangements tomorrow.  Call me.”
“Great!  Thank you so much!”
“No probs.  Enjoy the rest of the wedding.  Look after Tim, won’t you?”
“You bet!  Thanks again.”  She turned to the others.  “Were on for ESDS!”
“Yay!”
“Great!”
“We’d better go in.  Look, Josephine, your mum’s beckoning to us.”
“Okay.  Let’s have a quick cuddle, yeah?  Your aunt’s so cool, Tim!”
“She is…”
They gathered round.  The visit was sorted and confirmed.  There was no longer a need for discretion.  Frankie kissed his neck.  Josephine patted his bottom.  Tess and Yvette, as if by prearranged agreement, took advantage of his temporary confinement to widen the scope of their explorations.  Their hands strayed further down the front of his shorts.  He froze.  He hadn’t expected anything like this from such well-mannered girls.  He whispered a weak protest, which was ignored.
“N-no…  Girls, please…  I should g-go too…”
A little gentle kneading, and to their delight the response was almost immediate, and better than they might have hoped. 
“Goodness…” murmured Tess.
“Good boy…” whispered Yvette.
“Ahh,” gasped Tim, “please…don’t…”
They stopped.
“Don’t worry.  We have to go.  We’ll see you next week, then.”
With sweet smiles, and blown kisses, they departed, leaving him standing there, weak at the knees.
“Wow.  It didn’t take much,” said Josephine to Yvette.
“What didn’t take much?”
“Oh, hi mum.  Nothing…  Persuading the pageboy to show us his outfit.”
“Huh.  I’m surprised he needed to, the way he’s been parading about…”
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