His Aunt Nicole

[Simonssister]

Chapter 332.

Tim could hardly believe what had just happened to him.  In fact, the more he thought about it, the less he believed it.  Maybe they had touched him without realising.  Yes, they must have done.  Did they not feel him responding?  If it was accidental, what must they have thought of him?  Were they disgusted?  That would explain why they left so suddenly.  Why did he have to be so sensitive?  It wasn’t his fault, it was the latex.  It made him hyper-responsive.  Damn!  He would have to call Yvette…  If she didn’t reject his call.
“Are you coming in or what?”
“Miss!  Lend me my phone.  Quick!”
“Here…”
He dialled Yvette’s number.
“Hi.  It’s me.”
“Hi!  What’s up?”
“What happened just now…”
“What happened?”
“You know…  When we were saying goodbye…”
“Yeah…  And?”
“Didn’t you…notice anything?”
“Like what?  Oh, you suddenly wanted to leave while we were having our cuddle.  Why was that?  Did you just remember something?”
Tim thought fast.  They didn’t notice, then!  They actually didn't!
“Oh…  Oh, yeah, I just wanted to apologise.  Yeah, I just remembered I’d promised to ring someone, and I didn’t have my phone.  I know it was a bit rude.”
“Gosh Tim, it was nothing.  Forget it.  We can’t wait to see you next week.  I’m gonna arrange it with your aunt tomorrow.  It’ll be great!”
“Oh…yeah.  It will be.  I can’t wait either.”
“Well, gotta go…”
“Me too…”
“Bye then…”
“Bye Yvette…”

Relief flooded over him.  They hadn't even noticed!  He felt so stupid.   Serena was right.  He shouldn’t be so self-conscious.
“So, are you coming?”
“Sure…”
“I suppose you won’t wear your gloves…”
“No…  Wait…  Yes!  Yes, why not?”
“Oh, good.  They’ll look so nice.  They match your hat and your tie and your shoes.  Here, put them on.”
She fished them out of her bag.
“Cool…”
He pulled them on.  It felt sexy wearing his gloves. 
“Shall we go to our table?”
“Miss, I’m just going to the toilet…  And then do you mind if I say hello to my friends?”
“Take your time.  You know where I am.”
Serena walked away, smiling.  She knew what he was up to.  There were lots of new guests in the dining room, and he was eager to let everyone see his outfit, especially now he had decided to wear the gloves as well.  Little show-off!  She made her way to their table, which they were sharing with Imogen and Joshua, on the far side of the ballroom.  From there they’d have a good view of developments.

Tim hurried to the bathroom.  It was empty.  All he wanted to do was check himself in the mirror.  After a couple of poses he was satisfied.
“I should have worn my gloves from the beginning,” he murmured.  “They look super-smart with this white shirt.  Never mind.  I look cool, all right.  Okay.  Let’s go.” 
And with a smug grin he pushed open the door and headed for the entrance to the dining-room.

[Simonssister]

Chapter 333.

There was a female attendant by the door, a young woman in a crisp white blouse and smart black skirt.  She was well-disciplined, and the only reaction she showed was a slight widening of the eyes, which Tim registered and took for surprised admiration.
“Sir…”
She opened the door with a slight inclination of the head, which he took for respect, but which in fact served to hide an irrepressible grin.  He was feeling pleased with himself.  In full uniform, gloves and all, even those who had already seen him would pay attention.  He strode boldly into the crowded room, head erect, wearing a faintly superior smile.
This side of the ballroom was occupied mainly by guests who hadn’t been invited to the ceremony.  He passed casually between the tables, looking around as if searching for someone.  The buzz of conversation faded as he passed, replaced by a stunned silence, broken only by gasps, and a little cry of surprise from a woman somewhere behind him.  Ahead of him two women on adjacent tables had been chatting.  But when they saw him they stopped and stared, open-mouthed.  He gave one a friendly, condescending smile, and was about to pass on when she spoke.
“Are you…the pageboy?”
He stopped.  “I am, yes.”
“Oh…gosh…”  She fought back the urge to burst out laughing.  “We…we’ve heard so much…about you…  Now I see why.”  She blinked, and stared at his shorts.  “What an…incredible – I mean, absolutely amazing, outfit…  We’ve never actually seen a real pageboy in a real pageboy outfit.  Have we, Eileen?” she added, addressing the woman across the aisle.
“No, never…  What’s your name, young man?”
“I’m Tim.”
“You look…well, so smart.  Deborah told us to check you out…  I mean, to make sure we said hello…  Can I ask…  Your shorts…  Is that vinyl?”
They were clearly impressed.  And so were their neighbours, to judge by the clicking of camera shutters from the nearby tables.
“Latex, actually,” he said, proudly.  She looked closer, so he added,  “in fact, it’s the highest grade of natural latex you can get.  And the colours are very special.”
“They are…?”
“These colours will be trending next year.  The fashion house assures me next year will be dominated by purple and pink in combination.”
“Goodness!  Doris, make a note of that.  Thank you, Tim.  We’ll beat that in mind when we’re shopping for our new wardrobes.”
“No problem.”
“Could we…?  I mean, would you mind if we took a couple of snaps?  Perhaps a selfie?”
“Please, ladies.  It would be my pleasure.”
He could never have spoken like that before ESDS…or before Shirley.  He remembered how he had flunked Nicola’s first elocution class.  But now…  Not only was his outfit super cool, but he sounded classy and educated.  He no longer stammered, or felt lost for words.  He felt confident.  Everyone was so pleasant and friendly, especially the more knowledgeable, mature women.  Soon others were gathering round, complimenting him on his uniform.
“Tim, darling…  “ one asked politely, extending a hand towards his shorts, “would you mind if I…  They’re so well-tailored…”
“Not at all…”
She ran her fingertips down his flank.
“Laura.  Feel that seam.  Smooth as silk!  And the frills!  How on earth did they make them so perfectly regular?  Who did you say it was?”
“Fantastex.  You may have heard of them…”
“Yes, really amazing workmanship,”  added her friend, Laura, teasingly tracing the front seam downwards from his belt buckle with a bejewelled fingernail, stopping short and bestowing the sweetest smile on him when she felt him tense with alarm.  Soon ladies were queueing up to take photos, to chat and compliment him.  Some were terribly discreet, other less so.
“Now I know what all the fuss was about!” commented one lady in a flowery dress, bending forward to admire his shorts.  “What super little hot pants!”
Tim jibbed slightly at her calling them that.
“Well, they’re actually…”  (“Actually” was becoming one of his favourite “classy” words.) “…they’re actually proper pageboy shorts.  You can ask my outfitters, if you don’t believe me.  They’re not far from here…”
“Oh, really?…  Yes, I must go ask your outfitters, mustn’t I?”
The slight sarcasm was largely wasted on Tim’s swollen ego.
“Well Cynthia assures me that, to the best of her knowledge, this style of shorts is not available anywhere else in the country – and in latex, probably anywhere else in the world!”
He could have added “so there!” – but he just managed to stop himself.
Flowery dress decided to play along.
“Really?  I believe you.  I’ve never seen anything quite like them.  Have you, Tracey?”
“I don’t think I have.  Tim, darling…  Please tell us.  Where is Fantastex based?  I would love to get something as unique as that for my daughter.  I assume they do ladies’ clothing as well?”
This was all very gratifying.  “Of course.  I’d be delighted.  Actually my aunt – see that lady over in the corner in the blue dress – she’s looking at us now – she can give you their business card.”
“Oh, perfect.  Thank you.”
“Now if you’ll excuse me…  I think these ladies are next…”

[Simonssister]

Chapter 334.

There was quite a hubbub now – chattering, voices raised in delight, laughing.  Tim was in his element.  Everyone was so nice to him – friendly but respectful.  He posed by himself, relaxed, or hands on hips, or pointing at his shorts – there were quite a lot of requests for that – and of course everyone wanted selfies.  He seemed very quickly to have become the star of the proceedings.  He hoped he wasn’t stealing Deborah’s thunder.  He glanced over at her sitting at the top table.  She smiled and gave him a little wave.  No, she was clearly happy that he was such a hit.  She said something to Sebastian, at which he laughed and nodded, and gave him a thumbs-up.  Wow, this was great!  It was like being a rock star, or some sort of celebrity with a huge fan-club!

He was buttonholed by three ladies.  One of them, an elderly lady in a blue dress, congratulated him on his outfit.  She pointed at his shorts.  “I love the little frills – such a nice touch.”  One of the others asked him if he was for hire.  “My niece’s wedding is coming up in February.  If there’s any chance…”
“Oh, there may be.  You’d have to ask my aunt…  She does bookings and stuff…  Lady in blue…”
He pointed her out.  It wasn’t the first time he’d been asked, nor would it be the last. 
“Would you be able to wear, er, the same outfit, do you think?”
“Oh, possibly.  Though my outfitters is experimenting with some new colours, I believe.”
“How interesting.  Maybe we could even commission colours to match my daughter’s dress…”
“Maybe…”
“…or even discuss styles.  The wedding is costing us a fortune…  Really money would be no object if we could have something, you know, a little creative…”
“I’m sure anything’s possible if I’m free…”
“Super!  I’ll go an talk to your aunt…”
“Serena.  Serena Egerton.”
“Yes, we’ve got all the photos we wanted, girls?  Yes, let’s go.  Looks like some of the youngsters want to have a piece of you too!”

[Simonssister]

Chapter 335.

In an instant he found himself surrounded by a little group of teenage girls, all asking questions at once and snapping away with their phones.
“Your outfit’s so cool…”
“Can I have a selfie?”
“My mum thinks your great!  She said to ask you for your phone number…”
“Did she?  Does she want to make a booking?”
“Er…  Yes…”
“Because that would have to go through my aunt or ESDS.”
“Oh…  ESDS?  I don’t know…”
“They’re like, er, my manager…”
“Oh…I see…  But we I…I mean my mum…wants to call you about, er, something else…yes, about your uniform and stuff…”
“Oh.  Okay then.  Ready?”
She seemed very excited to have got his phone number…for her mum…  In fact they all seemed happy about it!
Another got him to sign the dinner menu.  Then they took it in turns to cuddle up to him while their friends took snaps.  One of them gave him a little heart ring which would just about fit on his little finger.  Another gave him one of her scrunchies.  It was great - even the kids appreciated his outfit.  He felt quite overwhelmed, and so happy. Not that he had ever felt really nervous, but in the event the whole day had been an even greater success than he could have hoped.

He needed a break.  Coffees were being served now, and a few couples had made their way onto the dancefloor.  He was hanging out on the edge when he was approached by a pretty blonde girl in a green dress.
“Hello.”
“Oh…hi…”
“Your Tim, aren’t you?  I know you are, because I’ve been waiting to talk to you.  You have a lot of admirers here.”
“Well, not really…”
“Oh, yes you do.  I’m one too.  And I’m going to be seeing a lot more of you in future, I believe.”
“You are…?  Who…?”
“I’m Robyn.  I’m Connie Brookshaw’s niece.”
“Connie…?  Oh!  Mrs Brookshaw!  Yes, I see…  I’ve haven’t actually met your aunt, but…”
“I know.  You will soon, though, won’t you?  Don’t worry, I’m not here to suss you out.  She’s already seen a picture.  She picked you out at once.  I can see why.”
Tim blushed.  Despite his swaggering, he felt flattered.  Robyn was really pretty.
“I’ve been talking to Serena.  She was saying she’s going to pick up some new pageboy outfits from that shop…”
“Fantastex?”
“Yes, Fantastex.  Also a couple of maid outfits for my aunt.  She has particular tastes, you know.  I’ve asked if I can come to the fittings, or at least the photo-shoot for the ESDS brochure.”
“Oh…”
“Wherever it is.  I gather that hasn’t been decided yet.”
“I see…”
“So I’ll look forward to seeing you there.  Take care, Tim dear…”
“Oh, yes…and you…”
She gave him the sweetest smile, turned, and rather abruptly walked away.

[Simonssister]

Chapter336.

He wasn’t alone for long.  At once he was surrounded by a group of women who had been waiting their opportunity to pounce.  He tried to make an excuse, by they were having none of it.  Emboldened by wine, they grabbed him, eulogising over his uniform, cuddling and virtually groping him, and demanding he pose for them and with them.  They only released him when their husbands and boyfriends came and marched them away.
“Don, we haven’t finished with our little toy-boy…  Please…”
“Oh yes you have, madam.  He’s a little too young for you and your mates.”
“But look at him…  He so cute…”
“Sorry, Tim…”
“That’s all right, sir…”

The celebrations went on long after the departure of the bride and groom.  It had been a long day though, and guests with young children started leaving about eight, and by ten-thirty most of the others were getting ready to leave, while the dedicated party animals were heading to the main hotel bar.  At last he could chill.  He stood on the dance floor watching the last few couples dancing.  Someone tapped him on the shoulder.  He turned.  A girl in a pretty pink dress, holding a pink helium balloon on a string.  She held out her hand.
“Hi.  I’m Esther. We have to leave now, but I didn’t want to go before I’d said hello.”
“The balloon…”
“It was meant for the happy couples car, but they drove off before I could tie it on.  So I thought of you.  It would go well with your pretty hot pants.”
“They’re not…”
“Go on, take it.  See?  You look even more like a sweet little boy.  Stand there so I can take a snap.  There.  Now, let’s have a selfie.”  She stood beside him.  “Smile, Tim.  Cool.”
She was so open and charming, Tim almost fell for her on the spot.
“Who…?”
“I told you.  Esther.  Esther Shilling.  I have to go.  But don’t worry – we’ll meet again soon.  I got your number from one of my friends, and I’ve been talking to Miss Egerton.  I already know quite a bit about you, little boy.”  She wrinkled her nose and giggled teasingly.
“You can’t call me that.  I’m older than you…”
“Only in body…  Bye Tim.”  She gave him a mischievous look, flicked her hair, turned and skipped away.  He looked after her.  He almost called to her.  Instead he frowned.
“That’s the second time tonight I’ve been abandoned,” he said to himself.  “Each time before I’d said what I wanted to say, each time by a pretty girl…  Damn…”

Tim had been sipping champagne for most of the evening, and that, combined with the warmth of the room, the constant attention, and the hugs, kisses and cuddles of departing friends and acquaintances, were having their effect.  He could feel growing pressure in his shorts.  He smoothed the hot latex with one hand – the one not holding the balloon.  There was a little bulge just to the right of the centre seam, swelling and firming slowly but inexorably.
“Time to go…”
“There you are!”  It was Serena.
“Miss, can we go?”
“I was just about to say…  Get rid of that balloon, and…”
“No.  I want to keep it.”
She laughed.  “Okay.  You do look sweet holding it.  Let me get a quick piccy…”

They went to the car.
“You look tired.  I’ll put the seat down.  You can sleep if you want.  Where did you get the balloon?  Was it that girl in pink?  It was, wasn’t it?  Very pretty.  Who is she?”
“Dunno.  Her name’s Esther…”
“Okay.” 
She leant across him, pulled his seatbelt over, and clipped it home.  She started the engine.  “We can take our time.  Just rest, Tim.  You’ve had a busy day.”
She started the Porsche and pulled out of the hotel car park.
“Miss…?”
“Yes, Tim?”
“When will I get to see Bobby?  I really miss him…”
“Oh, I’m not sure…  Soon, though.”
“Couldn’t we call in at the stables one day?”
“Well, it’s going to be a busy week.  Fittings, photo-shoot, getting ready for Mrs Brookshaw…”
“Where’s the photo-shoot gonna be?”
“Not sure…  Well, I suppose it might be possible…”
“Yeah?”
“To have it at the stables.  If the weather’s okay.”
“Could we?  That would be great.  I could see Bobby.”
“I’ll ask mum…  Don’t see why not.  It would be a great location…”
“Do…  Please…”
He leaned back, eyes half-closed.  He was still holding the balloon string.  She noticed his other hand crept onto the front of his shorts.  After a while he began slowly, surreptitiously kneading the bulge.  Occasionally there was a faint squelching sound, and he would stop for a few seconds, then, believing Serena had not noticed, he would continue.  She smiled.  “Naughty boy,” she thought.  “But he must be feeling so horny after spending a day in his little rubber pants being pawed by all those women…  Go on, darling, enjoy…  Don’t hold back…”
And he didn’t.  They were less than five minutes from ESDS when he suddenly tensed, moaned, bit his lip, and shuddered to an ill-concealed climax.  Serena grinned, muttering under her breath, “I think you needed that, darling”