Tyler was in his room, minding his own business. Well, he’d actually just begun to check out, rather optimistically, whether Amber Heard had ever done any porn. Anyway, there was a knock on his door.

He hurriedly switched to a news stream. “Come on in,” he called. It was his mom, and she had her cell to her ear.

“Hi,” he said, and she mouthed it back as she listened to the person on the other end of the call. “Why?” she asked them, and then, after a pause, “Oh, I see.”

“How tall are you?” she asked her son.

“Five eleven,” he answered with a frown of confusion.

“Weight?”

“About a hundred and fifty. Why?”

His mother sort of shook her head at him as she repeated that and then listened some more. “Are you busy this evening?” she asked him.

“No. What’s going on, Mom?”

“OK ... We’ll see you in a bit ... Bye.” She finished the call and then smiled at him. “That was Lauren.”

Tyler had known his mother’s best friend for ... well, as long as he could remember. “Oh, OK. And what was all that about?”

“You know that she’s a seamstress, right?” He nodded. “Well, she does the costumes for the local Am Dram, and she’s got a bit of a problem.”

“OK,” he said slowly. “And that affects me, how?”

“The leading actor has a dose of man flu. He’ll probably be okay for dress rehearsals next week, but she needs to do a fitting of his costume before that, and you’re more or less the same size.”

Understanding dawned. “So she just needs my body, right?”

Even as he spoke those words, he began to get a boner.

His mother had several friends who all met every other Wednesday for what they called a book club, although to Tyler it looked like they were just drinking wine and chatting, with some books scattered about, mainly for the look of it.

Anyway, whenever they were there, and he happened to walk through the lounge, he made a point of checking out what Lauren was wearing. Not that she dressed sluttily or anything, it was just that she was rather nicely built and her clothes fit very well. He didn’t walk through too often, at least he tried not to. Although when he came to think of it, there was often some hushed giggling as he was leaving the room.

As he said to his mate one time, when he may have mentioned Lauren, and Clyde asked what she was like, “She’s not skinny, more curvy, and she’s got these amazing boobs...” Tyler gestured with his hands, trying to convey their impressive size and probably weight, “ ... and her ass is just...” He sighed and could have done with adjusting his pants just at the thought of her wonderful bubble-butt.

“So just like your Mom, then?” Clyde said with a smirk.

“What? No! What?! She’s nothing like Mom! They’ve got different colour hair ... and their faces are totally different.”

“Oh, right. My bad. Nothing at all like your mom, then,” his - possibly about to become former - friend replied, grinning like a bastard.

“Fuck off!” Tyler told him.

“Ow!” Clyde cried out when Tyler punched him rather hard in his upper arm. But it had sown a small seed in Tyler’s mind...

“Well, I’m not sure I’d put it exactly like that, but yes. She’ll be round to pick you up in about fifteen minutes,” his mom was saying as his attention came back from his daydreams.

He sat there after she’d gone, contemplating spending some alone time with the lovely Lauren, idly stroking a cock that was no longer quite flaccid. Don’t be stupid, nothing’s going to happen! he told himself.

The moment Amanda opened the door to her, Lauren realized her mistake. She’d learned over the past few years to always dress ... demurely when meeting her best friend. She wasn’t quite sure when Amanda had become such a prude, but it was easier just to go along with it, rather than put up with her disapproving looks. But she’d been in such a rush that evening that it had completely slipped her mind. The way that Amanda’s eyes narrowed as she took in first the few undone buttons on her blouse, and then the apparently shocking expanse of her lower thigh, made her cringe inwardly, but there was nothing for it but to smile and carry on.

“Hi,” she said breezily, “Thanks for doing this.”

“It’s Tyler you should be thanking,” Amanda responded, somewhat icily.

“Yes, of course,” she replied. Tyler appeared behind her and gave Lauren a smile that had been sadly lacking in his mother’s greeting. He really is quite the cutie, Lauren thought, not for the first time, as she smiled back.

“Thank you so much for doing this,” Lauren said as they drove over to her house.

“No problem at all, Mrs. Collins,” Tyler replied.

“Just, Lauren,” she said, smiling over at him. “Mrs. Collins makes me feel so old.”

“Sure, Lauren,” he replied, taking the opportunity as she turned back to the road to look at her legs. Her skirt had ridden up a little, and she was showing a little thigh. Very nice thighs ... and knees, actually.

“Do you wanna beer?” she asked as they went in through her front door. He was seventeen, and his mom never let him drink at home. Not that he hadn’t had his fair share, though.

“Sure. Thanks.”

“Miller regular or lite?”

“Regular, please,” he responded.

“Good choice,” she said, and came back into the lounge a few minutes later with two beers in one hand and a something very green on a hanger in the other.

When he looked quizzically at it, she explained, “It’s Robin Hood, a British pantomime. And I hope you’ve got clean undies on,” she added, handing him one of the bottles. He swallowed hard as he saw how little of the costume there was: a short-sleeved jerkin and a pair of shorts. He opened the beer and took a long, hard pull on it. When he looked back, she was sipping her own, smiling expectantly at him.

“What?” he asked.

“Try it on then, dummy,” she said, chuckling. “That is why we’re here.”

“What, here?” he asked.

“This is where my sewing stuff is,” she replied, pointing to the table with a sewing machine on it in the corner, “So, yes.” She paused for a few seconds. “You’re not shy, are you, Tyler?” she added, sort of challengingly.

“No, no,” he replied firmly, peeling his T-shirt off over his head, and then pushing his jeans down to his ankles and stepping out of them.

“Good boy,” she said approvingly, and then went closer and blatantly looked up and down his body, even walking around him. Tyler found it quite arousing having her stare at him that way, wearing only a pair of light grey boxer briefs. “You’ll do,” she said finally.

“I’m sorry?”

“You’re pretty much the same build as Hank,” she said. “What did you think I meant?”

“Yeah. Yeah. Just that ... obviously.”

He got into the costume, and it seemed a little big on him. She stood in front of him, cupping her chin with her hand, once again looking at him intently. Then she went over to the table where her sewing stuff was and picked up a small tin. She took a bunch of pins out and put them between her lips, and then came over and stood behind him, gathering material and pinning it tighter to his body. When she was done, she came back around to the front to look at the effect. “Not bad,” she mused, and then got down on her hands and knees, her face only a foot or so from his groin.

As he looked down, he could see down her blouse, and she had a very pretty bra that left the tops of her boobs uncovered. Don’t look! he warned himself, as he felt his dick starting to swell.

“Sorry if this tickles a bit,” she said as she began to adjust the inner seams of the shorts. It didn’t tickle, far from it: her soft hands brushing his inner thighs felt amazing. And she’s working her way upwards! He was biting his tongue and trying to think of the un-sexiest things he could imagine as she got closer and closer to his junk. But it didn’t work. He was sweating as she went up the other leg, now fully erect, and it really didn’t help when the back of her hand brushed against his balls!

“Hmm,” she said, sitting back to admire her work. “Maybe you are a little bigger than Hank,” she said, pretty much to herself while she stared straight at his dick.

After a few very long moments, she stood up. “OK, slip them off, and we’ll see how that works.”

“N-N-Now?” He spluttered. His boner was obvious enough as it was, but in just his briefs...”

“Yes, now,” she replied, folding her arms under her boobs - her quite magnificent boobs - and tapping her foot impatiently.

Short of actually saying something along the lines of, ‘I can’t because you’ve made me hard as fuck’, he didn’t really have any choice. He took it all off and stood there with his hands over his crotch.

She took the outfit from him and then went over to her sewing machine. He kind of assumed that she’d use that, but she just used a needle and thread. After she’d been working for a few minutes, she looked up at him. “You know, you’ve got nothing to be embarrassed about, Tyler,” she said calmly. She was being so cool about it that he felt himself beginning to relax. “You’ve got a really lovely cock,” she added, smirking as she peeked up at him through lowered lashes.