07/05/02

Figuring that I might be able to derail her plans, I tried something new:
"Hello, little girl! Would you like a cookie?"

Big Mistake number two.

She promptly started giggling, and then escalated into full laughing (causing some *very* interesting shockwaves on her anatomy). The net effect was that I was seriously distracted from my plan to remain as aloof and unmovable as possible: it's not that I have a _dirty_ mind, you understand, it's just that so many of my thoughts leave muddy little footprints.

Once she'd calmed down again, she responded by ripping my shirt open (surprisingly, no buttons were embedded in the wall), and hugging me hard enough that I thought the points of her nipples were going to leave an impression in my _back_. She then let up slightly, and proceeded to sink her teeth (gently) into my neck, and from there to my shoulder, where she started 'chewing' - all the while rubbing her crotch against my now extremely uncomfortable erection.

It was then that I made my last Big Mistake: I tried to move around so that my erection wasn't being folded in half. It seemed that every time I even *thought* about moving, she would find a way to take advantage of it (and me), so that we finally ended up with me on my back, her on top of me, and the two of us in one ferocious lip-lock and tongue-duel.

At that point, I figured I'd put up enough of a fight for my (tattered) virtue, and joined in: starting at her shoulders, I slowly traced the fingertips of each hand down her side and hips, across her buns (pausing to give them little squeezes), meeting up in the middle just above the crack of her ass, and back up (fingers spread to cover her entire back) to just below her neck, where my hands separated to return to her shoulders. It wasn't more than a couple dozen repetitions of this before I could feel her nipples pressing into my chest even more, and she started squirming on me. A few more of these, and she broke our kiss to come up for air, and a little moaning. A couple more after that, and she raised herself above me enough that I was able to latch onto one of her breasts, and proceeded to 'chew' on the areola with my lips while repeatedly flicking her nipple with my tongue. Judging from the way she started rubbing her pelvis against me, I figured she was enjoying it, so I shifted my attention to the other breast, and moving my hands down to her ass, and caressing and squeezing and massaging it.

As I played with her ass, I kept switching back and forth between her breasts, sometimes pausing to give her a wide, flat lick with my tongue in the valley between them as I changed. Other times, I'd branch out a little, and give her entire breast a tongue-bath, or take part of it into my mouth and gently, rhythmically suck on it, or softly chew on it. This went on for several minutes before she finally said something to me.

"Your pants!"

"What about them?"

"They're in the way! Take 'em *OFF*!"

That said, she raised up even more, turned herself around on me - giving me a clear view at her engorged inner lips and erect clitoris - so that she could undo my belt, then my pants, and pushing them down my legs. When they were finally off, she turned back around - deja view all over again - and promptly placed her mons on my erection, holding it between my lower belly and her swollen and slick inner lips. Once settled, she leaned forward so I could go to work on her breasts again while she went on to start rubbing herself against my erection - spreading her lubrication along it's full length, and rocking along it's length, so that the opening to her vagina would be on the sensitive underside of the head, and "rolling" her hips until her erect clitoris was pressing against the bottom of the base, and then back again. In only a few minutes, she had my penis thoroughly drenched, and her fluids starting to spread across my belly and testicles. As her liquids were spread along the length of me, her motions became more and more rapid, until finally, I could feel her tense up as her orgasm started: it hit her full strength when she was at the head of my penis, and I could feel the mouth of her vagina as it made a fluttery, sucking sensation on me. As her climax progressed, that sensation was enough to move me toward, and finally over the edge into my own climax. As I felt it start, I couldn't help but say, "I'm going to shoot!" - which brought her out of the final stages of her orgasm. She quickly turned again, and just as I felt the first spasm, she managed to get my penis into her mouth, taking my first shot on her tongue. As she felt the next spasm start, she took even more of me into her mouth, and started sucking - almost pulling my jets of semen into her throat. As my climax lessened, she let a little of my penis slide out of her mouth, and swallowed all of the sperm that she'd caught, not letting a drop go to waste. When I finally started to soften, she released me, and proceeded to lick my penis, then my testicles, clean of semen, and her juices. As she did that, her pelvis rested on my chest, where her vagina continued to drool her secretions - I could smell them quite clearly, which increased the pleasure of my climax.

A few moments later, she turned back around, and discovered the liquid souvenir she'd left me. With an impish smile, she licked it up before lying on top of me with her head on my shoulder. We rested like that for several minutes with me caressing her back and gently hugging her. When she started getting feisty again, she started licking and biting my shoulder. When she started that, I decided to tease her a bit by taking my fingertips and running them over her ass with a feather-light touch - particularly when I ran them up and down the cleft between her cheeks. Before long, she expanded her efforts to include kissing my chest, and licking and sucking on MY nipples, raising herself onto her hands and knees to do so. In response, I expanded my caresses to include her hips and sides; keeping a firm enough touch not to tickle, but soft enough to tease. Soon, I'd completely relocated my efforts to include her sides and breasts, which were hanging down quite delightfully: I'd trace a path from her hips, up her sides to just below her armpits, and down to the sides of her breasts. From there, I'd take different, and varying routes - spiraling around her breasts until I reached her nipples, or tracing curved zigzag patterns to the same target, or simply caressing her breasts by drawing little lines up to - but not including - her areolas and nipples. Other times, I'd design little 'patterns' on her sides and ribcage, avoiding her breasts entirely, or focusing my attention on her belly or between her breasts. A few minutes of this had her breathing rapidly, and prompted her to start biting at my chest. Normally, I'm not into such things, but the situation - and technique she used - were enough to start my motor, so to speak: my penis started filling with blood, and went from flaccid to semi-erect much sooner than I had any right to expect at age 43.

Apparently, what I was doing was having it's effect, as well: looking down, I could see that her areolas and nipples were as hard as I'd ever seen them, and I thought that I even saw her pubic hair glistening with little dewdrops of her essence.

It didn't take long before we were both ready to move things along:

"Trouble, I think we're running out of room."

She gasped her reply "What do you mean?"

"How about we move this down to the floor, so we have some more space?"

"Great! I'll get a blanket, and meet you there!"

She slowly pried us apart, and eventually got focused enough to get up and get a blanket, while I moved a coffee table over a bit so we'd have plenty of room. It was only a minute before she was back; together we spread a blanket, and then laid down on it, side by side.

I started things up again by giving her a butterfly-light kiss on the forehead, and then progressively more substantial kisses all over her face before settling in on her lips. She welcomed my attentions by opening her mouth and sucking on my tongue while she reached up and started caressing my testicles and giving my nearly erect penis several series of squeezes. I returned the favor by reaching down and softly trailing my fingers along the insides of her thighs, from her knees to her mons - but never quite touching it; always tracing the outline of her pubic hair to the other side, and back down to the other knee. Other times, I'd content to gently brush the backs of her thighs; or barely brush her pubic hair, so that she could feel my almost-touch.

Several minutes of this had me fully erect, and her hunching her pelvis up toward my hand, trying to get more pressure from my touch. I denied her that contact; instead, blazing a trail of kisses, little love bites, small suctions, and lip-nibbles across her upper chest, from shoulder to shoulder, gradually expanding the range until I finally reached her breasts. Once there, I gave her right nipple a solid lick with my tongue, and then softly blew on it, creating a cold sensation that crinkled her areolas and nipple very nicely. That done, I switched to the other breast, repeating my actions before taking her hard nubbin into my mouth and rhythmically sucking on it while I repeatedly flicked the very end of the nipple with my tongue. A few moments later, I switched breasts and did it again. Back and forth I went, doing something to one breast, then repeating it on the other before adding some other action, and changing breasts again - each time, ratcheting up the amount of activity and attention I lavished on her. After a few minutes, I was taking her nipple between my teeth and pulling it away from her breast before letting it 'snap' back, and tongue-washing her entire breast before softly blowing air on it, causing her to feel a cold sensation. By this time, her pelvic actions were almost frantic, and I finally allowed her to 'capture' my hand: I laid my finger along the length of her inner lips, and slowly curled it, so that the end of my finger slid between them and across the entrance to her vagina on the way up to give her clitoris a little rub before laying my finger flat against her again. Several repeats of this had her softly moaning, her breasts tight and hard, with her areolas puckered and her nipples fully extended.

About that time, she managed to gasp "I want you in my mouth!" - a request I was happy to oblige.

Deciding to reverse the traditional 69 position, I carefully swung my leg over her, so that my throbbing penis was over her mouth - though pointing toward her feet! - and lowered my head to partake of her sweet, young perfume before placing my mouth on her mons.

No sooner had my lips touched her soft fur than she had grasped my erect member and angled it down before raising her head to take it's full length, if only briefly. That done, she lowered her head again, caught her breath, and began 'walking' her lips up and down it's length while applying a pulsating suction. In return for the exquisite sensation, I placed my mouth over as much of her mound as I could - my lips bracketing her clitoris and vaginal opening. Once set, I set my tongue to work fluttering across her clitoris while I applied a soft suction to the rest of her, pulling her inner lips - and sweet, yet tangy lubrication - into my mouth. We continued like that for a few minutes before, as though by mutual agreement, releasing our 'captive members' to catch our breath.

Since age and treachery are usually enough to beat out youth and vigor, I was first to re-apply myself: lowering my head again, I started by taking one of her labia in my mouth and sucking on it while 'chewing' on it with my lips. After only a few moments, she joined in as well, taking the end of my member into her mouth, and licking and sucking on just the head of it. About that time, I released the one inner lip and started on the other, gently holding it between my teeth while using my tongue to vibrate the very edge of it. She increased her activity by releasing me, and applying little lip-bites up and down the length of my erection, twisting her head around so that there was no pattern to her actions, but still a rhythm. We continued like that, so that each of us would do something new or different about every 15 or 20 seconds (it seemed both longer and shorter, at the same time). After several minutes, though, we had settled into consistent activity: she taking over half my penis into her mouth and applying a gentle suction before slowly withdrawing until just the head was in her mouth, when she would rapidly flutter her tongue against the sensitive underside before taking me back in again. For my part, I was content with circling and rubbing her clitoris with my tongue for a few moments before curling my tongue down the cleft between her lips, where I would apply a few tongue-fuck strokes before starting over again.

It was during this time that I noticed she was fairly dribbling secretions - enough so, that the little blossom of her anus was thoroughly soaked, along with a growing patch of the blanket we were laying on.

With that discovery, I carefully wet my finger, and used it to start teasing her anus, and carefully rubbing it.

To my surprise, Jan didn't express any of the hesitation or squeamishness she had the last time I'd started to pay this much attention to her nether regions. So I continued my efforts, gradually increasing the pressure I applied. Before long, I was able to rub her quite firmly, and even press my finger into her a little way - perhaps half the first digit.

Over the next couple of minutes, she began bucking up at me as I paid more and more attention to her clitoris, and a couple of minutes after that, I could hear - and feel - her start to orgasm. With my finger well lubricated with her oils and my saliva, I quickly pressed it into her back opening, and found no difficulty in getting it in all the way. Her reaction was to absolutely freeze up, every muscle in her body (most of them, anyway) going absolutely rigid. The way she clamped down during her first spasm felt like she was going to pinch my finger off - and the second and third weren't much better. She continued like that for longer than I'd seen her orgasm before, and much stronger, too. Toward the end of it, I was starting to worry that she was having some kind of fit, or had had some kind of stroke or something. It was only when she finally opened her mouth and gasped were my worries eased. Even then, she continued to gasp and moan and shudder periodically, giving one particularly loud gasping moan when I withdrew my finger. Once free to move, I turned myself around so that my head was next to hers, and held her next to me as her gasping gradually changed to labored breathing. When she was finally breathing normally again, I gently lay her down, and went to get both of us something to drink. By the time I returned with a couple of sodas, her eyes were open, and she was watching me with a strange mixture of awe, lust, and satiation. Lying down again, I lifted her torso up a bit and offered her a drink, which she eagerly accepted. It took her a couple more sips before she was willing to try speaking.

"Guh."

"guh, what?"

"Guhdm"

"Guhdm?"

"Guhdam"

"Goddamn?" I asked.

She nodded, and tried again "God-DAMN"

"I take it that's a god-damn as in you liked?"

More nodding, followed with "Godda b'curful"

"Got to be careful?"

Nodding, a pause, then "god wud wushfer"

"Got what wished for? You got what you wished for?"

"Uh"

"Would you like to explain?"

Nod.

"But not yet."

Nod.

"Let me guess. You wished you could have a stronger orgasm."

"sorra"

"Sort of?"

"Uh. wunnud do no eff cudbee"

"You wanted to know if they COULD be?"

"Yuh. udderz good. great! wunnerd if there wuz more."

"Well, Trouble, I guess you got the answer to your question, didn't you?"

"Uh-huh. wyjoo doodat?"

"Well, you didn't tell me 'no' last time, and since that's a pretty sensitive spot on most people, I thought I'd try it again, to see if you liked it. Apparently, you do." I answered, the last part with a smile.

She smiled in return, before saying "Yuh, I guesso. Gimme minnit?"

"Sure"

So we lay there for a little while, with me giving her more to drink every so often, until she was able to speak fully.

"Um, Uncle Dan, have you ever had anybody do anything like that to you?"

"Yes, Jan, I have. It had pretty much the same impact, but more out of surprise than anything else, I think. It's been tried since that first time, but it's not something I particularly liked. It's one of those personal things common to sex: you've probably heard the term 'different strokes for different folks'?"

"Yeah. Is that what it means?"

"Sort of. What makes different people happy sexually varies a _lot_. Believe it or not, there are women that don't like having a man use his mouth on them, or men that don't like having a woman use HER mouth in HIM."

"Okay, I kinda get it. Kind of like I like guys to have a tight butt, but my friend Kelly likes cute faces."

"That's pretty much it - except that with sex, it's a lot more varied, and sometimes, a lot more - um - different."

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"Well, what kinds of thinks make you feel excited?"

She blushed a bit, and said "Um, sometimes I feel that way when I see the boys in gym class. The, uh, ones with bulges in their, um, gym shorts."

"Don't worry, that's absolutely normal. But imagine if you felt that way when you saw something that wasn't human."

"Like what?", she asked, with a frown.

"Well, believe it or not, there are people - mostly men - that only feel completely aroused by the sight of something like high-heel shoes, for example."

She looked at me as though I'd sprouted antlers.

"No, really, there are. That kind of thing is called a 'fetish', and can involve almost anything you can think of. There are folks that only feel excited at the idea of wearing leather, or rubber. There are people that can only climax when someone is peeing on them, or they are peeing on someone else, which is called 'watersports'. Others find satisfaction in causing pain in others - Sadism - or feeling pain themselves - Masochism. Then there is Bondage, where people get involved in ropes and knots and such; and Discipline, where there is a kind of master-and-slave relationship."

By now, she seemed pretty well convinced that I was lying to her, and that I was making the whole thing up.

"Honestly, Trouble, such things are out there. You look like you don't believe me, but it's easy enough to check: the next time you're online, look them up yourself. You'll find that I'm only telling you about the more common ones; there are a _whole lot_ more of them out there."

That seemed to convince her enough to let that particular subject drop. But she continued with "So, does that mean that I have one of these fetishes because I liked it when you put your finger, you know, *there*? That I'm some kind of pervert, or sick or something?" she asked, worried.

"Not at all. I'm just guesstimating, but I'd say that probably a third of all women in the industrial world find _some_ kind of attention like that to be pleasurable. Perhaps half of those actually find it sexy, and perhaps half of those wouldn't mind - if not actually enjoy - having something 'more', if you understand."

I could see her thinking about that for a few moments before her eyes got real big, and she asked me "You mean for a man to put his, um, penis *THERE*?"

"Yup."

"Sounds kinda gross - and scary."

"How gross it is depends on the woman's, shall we say, hygiene? Scary is something else. Remember, the same way that a woman's vagina can stretch to fit almost any man, that part of the body stretches like that every time your bowels move."

"Okay, I guess. I see what you mean about the second part, and I guess I can trust you about the first part."

"Someday, you'll find out for yourself about the way you stretch inside - but there's no hurry, right?"

"No, no hurry. On _any_ of it." she answered, with a smile.

We both lay back after that, and it was a couple minutes later, when she reached over to hold my penis that she said "Uncle Dan?"

"Yes?"

"You didn't, um, climax that time, did you?"

"No, Jan, I didn't. Don't worry about it, though. Making you feel good was enough for me."

"Well, it's not enough for me!" she responded, and proceeded to move over me, lowering her head to take my flaccid penis into her mouth. Applying a soft suction, and tickling the underside of the head with her tongue, she soon had me fully erect.

That accomplished, she really went to work on me.

Going at me from the side, she started by trying to wrap her tongue around me, and sliding it up and down the length of me, getting me thoroughly coated with her saliva. From there, she used her tongue to tickle down my erection to my balls, where she carefully licked my scrotum before sucking in each testicle, and rolling it around in her mouth before softly kissing her way back up to the head of my quivering member. She again took me into her mouth, and went about sliding her lips up and down my erection, always keeping it moist with her saliva, while using her tongue to press and stimulate different parts as she moved. Holding my balls in her hand, she could feel when I particularly enjoyed something she did, and would repeat it for a while, gradually bringing me closer and closer to my own climax. When I was at the very peak of arousal, and on the very edge of losing it, she seemed to sense it, and backed off a bit, letting me calm down before starting up again.

Each time, the peak was a little higher, and it took a little longer before I slid back enough for her to continue. Perhaps a half dozen times she did this before finally having pity on me, and allowing me to climax: when I finally felt that first clench start down in my balls, she took a deep breath, and took as much of me as she could in her mouth - her nose was _just short_ of my pubic hair, and I could feel the muscles of her throat about halfway down the head of my penis as she applied all the suction she could muster. When my first spurt erupted against the back of her throat, she almost gagged - *almost*. Instead, she gulped and swallowed it, making her throat muscles do a kind of pinching against the head of my penis, making the next shot nearly as strong as the first. It seemed as though every shot I delivered was as powerful as the first - even though I 'know' it couldn't have been. It felt as though my balls were going to come out the end of my dick, so powerfully was I climaxing. By the time she finally released me to catch her breath, I felt like something the cat dragged in, chewed up, and spit out - I could barely *breathe*, never mind _move_ anything. For her part, Jan licked her lips to make sure she hadn't missed anything, licked my penis clean, and laid down on top of me. When I'd caught my breath, she looked up at me, and after a moment's hesitation, kissed me full on the lips. When I didn't react, she seemed satisfied, and let her head rest on my chest for a while.

I apparently fell asleep, because I woke up a bit later with Jan next to me, one leg over mine, her breasts pressing into my side, her head on my shoulder, and her arm across my chest - and both of us covered by another light blanket.

When I started to move a little, she looked up at me and asked, "You remember when I kissed you?"

"Which one? I remember pretty much _all_ of them, Trouble!"

She dimpled at me, and amplified "I mean, a little bit ago. After I, you know, used my mouth on you."

"I'm dead, not senile. Of course I remember it."

She laughed, and said, "Well, I was kind of surprised."

"Why?"

"Well, I mean, I had just, you know, *finished* you, and I though you might be grossed out or something about kissing me after I'd, um, done that."

"No, I wasn't grossed out, or anything. Why would I be?"

"I don't know. I just thought you might be."

"Well, you've kissed me after I've used *my* mouth on *you*, right? Why should it be any different when it's you doing me?"

"I guess it shouldn't, but I've heard some of the other girls, you know, the, uh, experienced ones. They say that when they do that, their boyfriends don't want to kiss them for a while."

"I guess their boyfriends are just losing out on a good kiss, then. I suppose it would be different if you tried to keep all my sperm in your mouth and give it back to me that way, or there were drops of it on your lips or something, but as long as you were reasonably polite about it, no, I don't mind."

That seemed to satisfy her, and she let her head rest on my shoulder again for a while - at least, until I absolutely HAD to get up and go to the bathroom.

When I opened the door afterwards, I found her standing there with a towel in her hand and a smile on her face and nothing obstructing the view between. Here and there on her anatomy I could see little reflective spots, the dried remains of our activities.

She giggled at the expression on my face, and told me "I think we BOTH need a shower, don't you?"

"Under the circumstances, I agree - wholeheartedly. Just promise to be gentle with me, this time, okay?"

She giggled again, and said "As gentle as I can."

Seeing the smoky look in her eye, I wasn't particularly reassured, but headed toward the shower anyway - now that she'd mentioned it, I had to admit I was glad I wasn't downwind of myself.

Once she was next to me, I suggested "How about a bit of a bath, first? We can soak up some heat first, and relax a little more before cleaning up."

She readily agreed, and had me stand back while she got the tub started - although I _think_ her motives were just to take care of me, the effect was something else. When she bent over to close the drain and start the water, she left me with view of her backside that would have made Jell-O hard. As I looked at her nicely curved, tight, smooth ass, I was surprised to feel my penis start to fill, and twitch. Looking a little closer, I could see the softly furred cleft of her sex peeking at me from between her thighs, and the dewy lips of her labia.

When she figured there was enough water, she turned around, and saw the state I was in. She laughed and said, "I guess you're not dead, after all. I guess I'll have to take care of that, won't I?"

"Trouble, it's not a request, just an involuntary reaction to the view you gave me when you bent over. I don't want you to think that you've got to 'take care of' me that way."

She gave me the Goober look, and answered "Uncle Dan, I already *know* that I don't 'have' to do anything with you. I _like_ having fun with you like this. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't know what an orgasm was like, or how to make myself feel good; and I'd still be worried about whether or not I was weird somehow, you know, physically, or that my boobs were too small or that I didn't have enough hair down there and that kind of stuff. You've helped me feel good about myself, and even about who I am and like that."

"Jan, I just want to make sure you understand that as much fun as it is for me to be 'teaching' you and having fun like this, I don't expect - and particularly don't _demand_ - that you do or don't do anything with me. If you wanted to stop right now, and never have us spend any time together like this again, I'd do it *gladly*. You've made an old man like me very happy these last few months, and I thank you for it. I need to be sure you understand that you don't 'owe' me anything, and that you're free to stop any or all of this at any time, without me being upset or angry with you."

Another, milder, Goober look. "I already told you, I know that. It's nice knowing that you love me that way, more than you love me for this" - gesturing to her body - "and that you want what's right for me. When I do things with you, it's because it's a physical way for me to tell you 'thank you' for all the help you've given me, and all the love you've shown me. I don't think you understand how worried I was that first time we, uh, talked. There was all kinds of stuff going through my mind, like my boobs were too small, that maybe I was weird down there between my legs, and that kind of stuff. Now I'm not ashamed of myself like I was before - as you can see! - and you've made me happy about who I am, on the inside, I mean." She paused a moment before continuing "I used to be *so* 'in love' with one of the boys in school that I would have done _anything_ - yes, I mean anything - to have him as a boyfriend. But because of what I've learned from you, and not just the physical love stuff, I realized that he's just a selfish, demanding stinker. If it wasn't for you, *I* would have been one of his girlfriends by now. But because of what you've taught me about the difference between sex and love, I started listening to some of the stuff people said about him, and looked at the way he treated the girls he took out, and decided I didn't want to be one of *them* - the ones that everybody talks about. I didn't listen to that kind of talk about him before, but YOU have taught me to respect, and even honor, myself. So, when he asked me to go out with him, I wasn't afraid to tell him 'no' - because of how you are with me, I've learned to expect BETTER from any guy that wants me to go out with him."

Seeing from my expression that she was having an impact, she went on "Uncle Dan, from the first time you saw me in my bedroom" - I decided that she HAD gotten comfortable about the topic of sex, since she didn't blush - "I've watched you. You have never, EVER done or said anything to make me uncomfortable about this sex stuff. And I KNOW that you wouldn't do anything to hurt me, either physically or in my heart - I KNOW that you love me almost as much as Daddy does. I KNOW that I can stop all this any time I want, because I know that I can TRUST you. I KNOW that if I wanted to stop, you wouldn't be mad at me or do anything to make me unhappy or feel bad. Sometimes when I was, you know, teasing you, it was kind of a way for me to find out if you were going to try to, like, *own* me or something, or to see if you were going to try to make things happen too fast. You have ALWAYS been polite and considerate and gentle and patient with me - even though I know that sometimes I pushed you way too hard on a lot of things. Because of how honest you've been with me, and the way you've treated me, I'm even understanding why you felt like you had to have that talk with Daddy about me and sex education. I've told some of my friends about some of the things that I've learned, both on the Internet and with you - don't worry, I never tell them exactly *where* I learn stuff! - and I know that a couple of them really do _need_ to talk to somebody about it. It's kind of like I'm in the same position you were in: someone I care about needs help with something that they've trusted me not to talk about with anyone else, so I have the problem of finding a way of getting them that help without betraying the trust they showed me by talking to me in the first place."

"Trouble, if you're at the point where you understand that kind of problem, and are having trouble with it, I guess I have to admit that you really are a lot more mature than most people would give you credit for. Do you ever talk with your dad about any of this kind of stuff?"

"No, not really."

"I think maybe you should consider it. I mean, I'm glad to talk to you about it and all that, but I'd be a whole lot happier if I wasn't the only one you were talking to. I mean, he's your _dad_, and he's got the right - and obligation - to know what you're thinking and what's going on in your life. Besides that, it will help him understand how mature you are; and once he knows that, I expect he'll be willing to trust you more, and not be as fussy about where you are and who you're there with."

"You really think so?"

"Yup - to _all_ of it."

"I guess I can try it."

"Trust me - he'll be glad you're willing to talk to him, and it will give you and him another way to get to know each other. He's always going to think of you as his 'little girl', but if you can talk to him, it will help him realize you're also becoming a young woman, too."

"Yeah, I guess I can see that."

"Now, before we both freeze or something, how about that bath?"

She laughed and took my hand as we both got into the spa-sized tub they had in the 'public' bathroom. After a few false starts, we finally got situated with us fairly well stretched out, facing each other but side-by-side. I couldn't help but put my hand on her thigh, and moving back and forth, gently caressing her as the heat from the water slowly soaked into my body. For her part, she was content to simply rest her arm on my leg, with her hand on her belly. We laid like that for probably twenty minutes, with Jan periodically letting a little water out before adding more hot, and thus keeping the tub temperature nice and high.

Finally, though, we started looking like a couple of albino raisins, and she let the water drain completely; though the bathroom was warm enough now that we didn't miss it all that much.

I was just starting to think about getting up when I heard her say, "I want to watch you."

"You want to watch me what?"

"Masturbate."

"Uh, maybe you didn't realize, but when I have to do it myself, I use my hand, pretty much the same way you do when you play with me."

"I know that, silly. I just want to watch you do it. I think it would be sexy!"

"Sorry to disappoint you, but I'm not exactly in the mood or condition to do it just now. You pretty much wore me out, that last time."

"Would this help?" - and with that, she lifted the leg next to me and put it on the other side of mine, turning herself so that I had a nice, clear view of the area between her legs as she slowly ran her finger from bottom to top of her cleft.

Yeah, it helped. More than I would have thought it could. I'd thought I was 'sexed out' for the night, but she seemed to have a talent for helping me find hidden reserves. Of all kinds of things.

I felt my previously flaccid penis twitch, which gave her the affirmation she seemed to need: continuing to run her finger through her slit, she used the other hand to start caressing her breasts, focusing on her nipples which seemed to jump out at the attention. That got me going a little (okay, a lot) more, and I could feel myself become semi-erect. When she gave me a 'Well? What are you waiting for?" look, I took matters into my own hand, so to speak: gently stroking myself until I was completely hard as I watched her continue to fondle herself - even as she dipped a hand down to caress and prod at her anus.

Over the next several minutes, we continued slowly masturbating ourselves, each feeding on the sight of the other becoming more and more aroused. Surprisingly, neither of us was paying particular attention to what the others hands were doing; instead, we were focused on each other's eyes and faces, sharing the _intimacy_ of the act, rather than the act itself. When I saw her curl her middle finger, so that part of it rubbed her clitoris as the end partially entered her vagina, it was enough to start me on the climb toward release. Apparently, the change in my attitude and activity was enough to get her started, as well, since I saw her hand start moving more insistently against her crotch while her other squeezed her breasts and pinched her nipples even harder.

For once, my age worked in my favor: my previous experiences that night were sufficient to let me delay long enough that that I didn't unload before she had a chance to orgasm again. We must have been at roughly the same arousal; I say 'roughly' because I was the one to climax first, sending my first shot nearly to my feet, and my second to my knees. The rest were much less powerful, but the sight was enough to nudge her into her own climax: I got to watch her belly heave and her vaginal lips pulse and quiver slightly as her spasms hit her, while she continued rubbing her erect and very visible clitoris.

During all this, the bathroom had slowly bled off the heat from the tub, so by the time the few minutes it took us to catch our breath again went by, it was mildly cool. By mutual consent, we got up and got the shower started, as hot as we could stand it. The shower itself didn't take long, even though neither of us was in any hurry to stop the caressing and hugging and kissing as we washed each other off. After we'd gotten out, she dried me off first, letting her hands tarry at various and sundry parts of my anatomy. For my part, I softly kissed anything I could lay lips on while drying her off - and even for a bit afterwards.

As we were leaving the bathroom, I saw her yawn, and realized that it was getting late into the evening, and pointed that fact out to her.

"Um, Uncle Dan?"

"Yes, Jan?"

"Can I, uh, *sleep* with you tonight?" she asked hesitantly.

I understood, of course, that she wanted the physical companionship of being next to me, not more physical intimacy.

I gave the idea some thought: the boys weren't back until shortly before lunch the next day, so they weren't any particular concern. What *did* worry me, though, was the idea of the two of us being so close to each other for such an extended period of time without being fully awake and aware of what we were doing.

"Yeah, I guess we can do that - as long we both at least wear underwear, so that there aren't any, uh, accidents."

"That's okay; I kinda like it better, you know? But do I have to wear a bra, too, or is just panties enough?"

"I expect that panties are enough." I answered with a short laugh.

"Goody. I want to feel as much of you next to me as I can."

Now my conscience got to me: where to sleep that was big enough for both of us? The idea of 'just' sleeping with his daughter in Paul's bed seemed a bit like treachery; and the thought of sleeping in _her_ bed brought on feelings of cradle robbing.

She seemed to know what was bothering me, and suggested an obvious answer that I would have gotten to, eventually: "Can we sleep on the floor in the den? Like on a blanket or two, and maybe with just a little fire going?"

"Sure, that would be nice. But I think we'll need another blanket to cover up with. We probably ought to get fresh blankets to sleep on, since _somebody_ 'perfumed' the other one", I teased.

She got a playfully indignant look on her face, and answered with "Yeah, because *another* person JUST..... COULDN'T.... be happy making 'somebody' happy, they had to make 'somebody' ecstatic!"

I put a shocked/horrified look on my face for a few seconds before the two of us nearly collapsed in laughter. It finally ended when I said, "I'll get the den ready, and you get the blankets, okay?"

She agreed, and a couple minutes later, I'd cleared the area in front of the fireplace and had a couple of smallish logs on the grate, ready to light. When she brought in the blankets, we took two of them and spread them out for sleeping on, and got the other ready to cover us with. She took the first one into the laundry room to be washed the next day, and I put on my underwear before starting the fire (gotta keep the priorities straight!). About the time I was satisfied that it was burning properly, she reappeared, having made a detour to put on a pair of her panties. I was surprised to see that she'd apparently been allowed a visit to Victoria's Secret, since they were some of the smallest, filmiest panties I'd ever seen on a female: they looked to be little more than smoke held together with dental floss, with the dark smudge of her pubic hair plainly visible in front, and little more than a few threads tracing up through the crack of her ass to join the ones around her waist.

When I finally raised my eyes to look at her face, she smiled and said "I know what kind of shorts you wear, so I didn't think I needed to get _too_ fussy about 'protecting' myself."

"Jan, those things aren't even *close* to protecting yourself. Fact is, they're a helluva lot closer to Incitement to Riot!"

She dimpled at me, and came over to give me a hug before leading me down to the blankets we'd set up.

There was a moment's hesitation, and I could almost feel her wanting me to take the lead, so I selected the left side of blanket as we looked down at it, and sat, then laid, on it, sliding my feet and legs under the 'cover' blanket. She repeated my actions on the other side, and we lay there on our sides, facing each other.

We looked into each other's eyes for several moments before she spoke: "Uncle Dan?"

"Yes, dear?"

"I love you, you know."

"Yeah, I know. And you know that I love you, too."

"I've known it for a long time; I just didn't know how *much* you loved me. Not the have sex kind of love, but the worry about me and want to protect me kind."

"Yup."

"Well, I just wanted you to understand that *I* understand." - and with that, she turned over onto her other side, and slid back against me. I put my arm around her, so that my hand was on her belly, but she took it and moved it up so that it was holding her breast, and held it there.

Thinking about some of the things she'd said that night, I knew that the vast majority of her growing-up fears were gone, and that she had her head on a whole lot straighter than a lot of the so-called adults that I knew. And thinking about what she'd told me after we'd laid down, I felt a sense of peace and contentment - and yes, even love - that I hadn't felt in entirely too long. With those happy thoughts and feelings, I soon drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, I woke up to find that we hadn't moved much during the night - except that she'd gotten her butt tucked into my lap, and resting firmly on a morning hard-on. As nice as it felt having her there, I *really* had to get up and take a leak. As I started to disentangle myself from her, she woke up a bit, and turned her head to me to murmur, "Don't go."

"Sorry, Darlin', but your Uncle Dan really needs to visit the little boys' room."

She snickered a bit, and said "Little boy, my foot.", but let me go.

A couple minutes later, feeling much refreshed and relaxed, I rejoined her. As I put my arm around her again - this time just cupping her breast myself - she wiggled her butt back into my lap, where she could feel a new erection growing. A little more wiggling, and she had me hard enough that she was able to position herself that it rested neatly between her ass cheeks. I heard a soft "MMMMMmmmmmmmm" and felt the nipple in my hand harden a bit as she drifted off to sleep again.

When I woke up next, I was on my back with Jan somewhat draped across me: one leg over my hips, her arm across my chest, and her head on my shoulder. I could feel the breath of her exhalations as it blew across my chest hairs. Moving carefully, I was able to get my arm around her, so that it went across her back with my hand on her hip. Lying there like that, the love I felt for her nearly burst my chest, and I couldn't help but start stroking her back and side, marveling at the smooth softness of her skin. Positioned as she was, I could smell the fragrance of the perfume she'd had me use when I washed her hair the night before - a soft, flowery scent that brought back all manner of pleasant memories.

Apparently, she'd been awake for I don't know how long, because when I tilted my head up to kiss the top of her head, she looked up at me long enough to say "Good morning, Uncle Dan."

"Good morning to you, too, Sunshine."

"It wasn't a dream, was it?", she asked, talking into my left nipple/microphone.

"What wasn't a dream?"

"Last night."

"No, it wasn't a dream. Why, did you think it was?"

"I wasn't sure - until I woke up like this, with you holding me."

"Well, I'm glad you thought it was a dream, and not a nightmare" I teased.

She looked up at me again, and said, "No, I know that you could never do anything to give me a nightmare. It's just that you make me feel so good that sometimes I'm not sure it's really happening. Like right now - I like how warm you are, and how good it feels to have your skin touching mine this way. I really like the way you feel when you're rubbing me like that on my back."

"I like it to; that's why I'm doing it. Your skin feels soft and smooth and warm, and it makes me happy to be able to touch you."

"I like you touching me, too - especially like that."

"Like what?"

"Like now. I can feel how strong your hands are, but they're not hard or rough. The way you touch me, it's soft, like you want to feel my skin, but not tickling. I know you're doing it because _you_ like it, but it's like you're doing it so that *I* like it, too. As though you care about me, and not just you."

"Trouble, I *do* care about you."

"I know, that's what I mean. You're not just making YOU happy, but you're making ME happy, too."

"Ahhhhhh, now I understand what you're saying. You're telling me that you love me, because I love you."

"What do you mean?"

"I love you, and I'm taking pleasure in being able to touch and caress you this way. BECAUSE I love you, I'm trying to do it in such a way that YOU take pleasure in it, too. Remember when I told you that love is when another person's happiness means as much to you as your own?" - a nod - "Well, because you feel the love I have for you, and am giving you, you're loving me in return. And that makes me love you even more. Love between two people that aren't family is a rare and precious thing: when it happens just right, the two people kind of feed off of each other, like we are now - I'm touching you because it makes me happy. And because I love you, I want to touch you in a way that makes you happy, too. Because the way I touch you DOES make you happy, you know that I love you, and you love me, too. Because you love me too, you're happy to LET me touch you, and because you're happy to let me touch you, that means that I get to touch you more, making me more happy, and so on. Get it?"

"Yeah! That's just how it feels! I hadn't thought of it that way before, but I understand what you're saying! And what you told me before about the difference between having sex and making love means a whole lot more, too."

"Congratulations. You now understand something that most people only have the vaguest idea about. There's only one problem."

"What?"

"I'm afraid that I may be spoiling you for any guy that you might meet later - knowing what you do now, I don't think you're ever going to be truly happy with someone that isn't willing to give you true, honest love in return for the love you have for them. You may end up looking for the right person - male or female doesn't matter so much as the actual LOVE that needs to be there for you to be really happy with them - for a long time."

"Yes, Uncle Dan, I think maybe you *are* spoiling me for other men - I don't know about women, at least, not yet. But you're not giving yourself enough credit."

"How's that?"

"When you talk to me like this, you're also helping me have the strength and courage *to* wait until I meet that person, and the knowledge that such people *do* exist. Maybe I _will_ have to wait a long time, but now I know it'll be worth it."

Jeez, I wished *I* had been this smart and savvy and together when I was her age! Anyway, since there really wasn't anything I _could_ say to that, I just let it go, and we lay there a while, just enjoying each other's company.

Finally, though, we realized that we really DID have to get up and clean the place up a bit before the boys got home.

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It was about mid-March, and we were having a bit of early spring weather. Paul had had to go out of town on a business emergency (an oxymoron, as he pointed out to me) for the weekend. Jan had previously arranged to have 'a few' (8!!) of her friends over for a slumber party of sorts, and I got drafted (sure, hurt me - make me look at a jiggle [that seems to be an appropriate name for the grouping] of teenyboppers!). It was to start late Friday afternoon, and finish up after lunch the next day. Over the years, I'd seen and briefly met all of them at various times, but still didn't have a clue as to specifics.

Once all the girls arrived, they naturally bunched up in Jan's room - at least, at first. Before long, though they were finding reasons/excuses to come out into the den, into the living room, the kitchen (a LOT), out onto the patio, and so on. Leo and John quickly tired of it, and took refuge in their room, playing Nintendo with their door closed. My patience was starting to wear a bit thin, as well, and when I got a chance to talk to Jan, explained to her about the havoc her friends were causing. She apologized, and I told her that it wouldn't bother me so much if I could just have _one_ room to 'hide' in. She laughed, and agreed, asking me which cave I wanted. After a moments thought, I suggested the Den - the doorway to the patio was at one end of it, with the TV and stereo at the other, so I could keep myself amused and still give them pretty much unrestricted access to the patio. She readily agreed, and as I headed into the den to get settled, she went back to her room to let her friends know what the situation was. Surprisingly, they seemed to take it fairly well, and when they made the transition from house to patio, they at least *tried* to be quieter. Not always successfully, mind you, but enough so that I could live with it for the evening.

As the evening went on, the weather outside cooled appreciably, and the girls gradually stopped the outdoor activities - and commenced the indoor ones. There was the apparently obligatory pillow fight, extensive make-up testing and consultation, and so on. Things really got interesting, though, about the time the late news came on: the girls had all changed into their sleeping outfits, and decided that they _really_ needed to watch the weather with me, so they could make plans for the next day. A couple of the girls had opted for ordinary flannel nightgowns; the rest had apparently decided that they wanted to show off to each other how sexy they could look. None of the remaining outfits were exactly revealing - transparent, or anything like that - but were form-fitting and thin enough to not leave much to my (quite active) imagination: more that a few nipples were detectable, nor was it difficult telling who the natural blondes were.

Only Jan was relaxed at first while they were in the den; as the rest realized that I wasn't ogling them, or seeming to take any notice of them at all, they gradually relaxed. Of course, if they could have read my mind, they'd have all slapped me silly, repeatedly. Jan, of course, knew what was going on in my mind - when we locked eyes one time, she gave me an impish smile before returning to the TV.

Once they'd decided they'd had enough, the all trooped back to Jan's bedroom, where I heard a lot of whispering and giggling before the door closed.

When the news ended, it didn't take me long to decide that there wasn't anything I wanted to watch on television, so I shut it off, got some Bach going on the stereo, and just laid down on the couch with a book I'd brought.

I heard a couple of shrieks back in Jan's room, but ignored them (by then, I _really_ should have known better). Several minutes later, one of the girls came into the den and stood by the couch until I put the book down and looked up at her. Dimpling a little at me, she asked if it was okay if they had some sodas; since they'd been drinking them all evening, I knew that wasn't the reason for her visit, and raised an eyebrow. She explained that they'd run out of the ones the girls had brought, and wanted more from Paul's stocks. I said it was okay, and she headed off into the kitchen - but not before shrugging her shoulders, drawing my eyes to the interesting sympathetic motions on her chest, which was what she seemed to be waiting for. A few moments later, I heard Jan's door close, and a minute or two later, some more shrieking as I returned to my book. I hadn't gotten more than a couple of pages (I'm a speed reader) before I noticed another one of the girls approaching. Again, she stood by the couch, and asked if they could have some snacks - again using the 'we ran out' excuse. I told her it was fine, and she promptly turned around to head for the kitchen. Turning quickly enough, I might add, that the hem of her nightie flared up, giving me a nice view of her ass as she walked away. Repeat door closing and shrieking.

Now, I'm not a genius, but I'm starting to detect a pattern, here. So I just wait a bit, and sure enough, here comes another one of them.

Since I'm not reading this time, I can surreptitiously watch all the sympathetic motion on her body as she walks toward me. I'm wondering what they can ask for now, since they've got drinks and munchies; she surprises me a little by asking if there are any big marshmallows. I tell her where they are, and she heads off to the kitchen. The cabinet with the marshmallows is in sight, so I can see when she opens it up and (unnecessarily) stretches up to pull the bag out - giving me a nice silhouette view of her ass and bust in the process. With them in her hand, she turns and smiles at me before heading back to Jan's room. Door, then shrieking.

Yup. They're up to something. I don't know what the rules are, or what the purpose is, but the apparent 'deed' is to get me to 'look' at them. Not that I mind, you understand, it's just that if *I* knew what the rules were, I'm thinking I could work them to my advantage, perhaps. Devious, yes, but then, it wasn't my game, either.

Enough time went by that I figured it was just those three that were involved, and went back to my book, thinking it was over.

Wrong.

Several pages later, here comes a fourth - only this time, she's there to ask if it's okay if they have a little fire in the fireplace and toast marshmallows. I give it some though, and finally agree, with the condition that they not get too loud, so I can listen to the music and read my book. She looks a little disappointed, but agrees, and quickly heads back to Jan's room. Sure enough, they come swarming into the den a minute or so later. A little discussion among them, and they realize that none of them has the slightest clue on how to get a fire going in the fireplace, so yet _another_ one approaches to ask me to start it for them. I get it set up, and a few minutes later, there's a nice, if small, fire going. As I'm heading back to the couch, a couple of them ambush me by grabbing my arms, and pressing themselves into me, on the excuse of thanking me for helping them. Since I can feel their firm young breasts pressing into my arms and sides, it's no lie for me to tell them that it was my pleasure. They seem to get the joke, and giggle at me before letting me go.

As I clear the group, they all cluster around the fire, and start passing out the marshmallows.

Maybe fifteen minutes went by, and I manage to get nearly a chapter done in my book before I start hearing whispering among the girls. Somehow, I don't think this is a good thing.

Sure enough, here comes one of the more 'developed' girls, wearing a baby blue 'shortie' nightie and panty set that is thin enough to make clear that she has a well-developed bush and half-dollar sized areolas with large-crayon diameter nipples.

When I manage to drag my eyes up to her face, she's grinning at me, and says "Um, Dan?"

"Yes?"

"We're all wearing our favorite nightgowns, and we can't decide which one is sexiest."

"And?"

"And we were hoping you could help us by being a judge for a contest."

"What makes you think I'd be a fair judge? After all, I'm Jan's kind-of adopted uncle."

"We talked about that, and Jan says she knows you wouldn't pick what she's wearing just because it's her. But she said she's willing to not be in the contest, if it would make you feel better."

"But if she isn't in it, that's not fair to her, then, is it?"

"No, I guess not."

"Okay, I'll be the judge - IF you can find another way for me to judge the nightgowns without judging the girl inside."

I could see that kind of threw her, but she agreed, and went back to the rest of them. I didn't figure they would be able to find a way out of that, and that I was off the hook, and went back to my book. There was a lot of muttering and whispering, and much to my surprise, she was back a few minutes later with a proposal.

"Dan?"

"You characters figure something out? What is it?"

She giggled a bit and said, "We talked about it, and Kelly had the idea that we could each wear all the different outfits."

"How would that work?"

"Well, we're all pretty close in size, so they should all fit okay. What we thought was that we could all line up, and you would look us over. Then we'd all go back, change, and line up again. We'd do that until all of us had worn every one else's stuff, and then you could let us know which one you liked best."

Much to my surprise, it actually sounded reasonably fair - and more than a little fun for me.

Behind her, I could see the rest of the girls were anxiously watching to see what my reaction would be - except for the couple that were in the flannel jobs, who looked a little disappointed.

"What about the girls in the long nightgowns? Do they want to sit it out, or do they want to participate?"

The question seemed to surprise her a bit, and she went back to the group so they could talk it over. A few moments later, she was back, telling me "Um, they want to be in it, too, but don't think their gowns would look right in the line."

"Okay, how about this: it goes like you said, EXCEPT that whichever girls are wearing the flannel just stay out of the line? They can wait back in Jan's room or sit off to the side, or wherever they want to, as long as they're not actually in the line."

She perked up a bit at that, and headed back to the group again. More discussion, some whispering, and she was back, saying "That's a good idea, and everybody agrees. We decided that whoever is wearing the flannel should sit on the couch, so they can see, but so that they don't interfere with the judging. Is that okay?"

"Suits me. You all get it worked out, and let me know when you're ready to start. But just to be fair, I'm going to identify the sets and keep score on paper. What are the rules?"

"Um, just that you look at all the gowns, and decide which one you think is sexiest, I guess."

"I think it would be fair if there was a time limit for each judging session - say two minutes? - before you all change."

"Uh, how about making it 5 minutes?"

"I can live with that. If you're really serious about this, though, you should do it so that the _gowns_ are the important part." I knew by now that the gowns were the least important part of it to them, but I'm willing to play along.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, they should be in the same order each time, from my left to my right, and you should figure out how to get in here and back out without having me look at one gown more than the rest. You understand?"

"Yeah, I think so. The first gown that comes in should be the first gown that goes out, right?"

"That's the idea, yeah."

"Okay, that sounds right; we'll do it that way."

"Fine, you squirrels get it organized while I get some paper to write on."

With that, I went into the living room, where I knew Paul kept a notepad to write on, and got it, along with a pen.

When I got back, they were still in the living room, but Jan had moved up to take the lead. I looked at her inquisitively, and she explained "We decided that you should go ahead and make your notes about the gowns now, before the competition, so that the first session doesn't take too long."

"Okay, Trouble, that seems pretty fair. How do we do it?"

"I'm going to introduce you to my friends, so you know who they are, and you can make your notes. When you're done with each girl, she will go back into my room. When we're all there, we'll change, and that will be the start of the competition."

"Works for me. Who's up first?"

"This is Kelly, my best friend in the whole world. We've known each other since I was, like, five years old."

Kelly was a brunette, about 5' 6", an olive complexion, straight black hair cut short, and the most beautiful hazel eyes I'd ever seen. Slightly more buxom than Jan, she also had soft curves, as opposed to Jan's more angular and slender shape. She was wearing a pale yellow baby-doll type top that just barely reached her navel, and matching panties. I could see (or thought I could, which is just as good) the dark smudge of her pubic hair, and the dark circles of her nipples underneath her outfit. I made my notes, looked up at her, and asked, "So you're the genius that figured this system out, huh?" She blushed a bit, but didn't say anything, so I told her "Well, that's pretty good thinking. When you get old enough, come see me about a job - I can always use someone as smart as you." That seemed to embarrass her even more, and she quickly made her getaway.

Jan next introduced Robyn, who stood about the same height as Kelly. With red hair, freckles, and green eyes, she was a delight. Robyn was slender, which made her slightly fuller bust seem even larger than it was. She was decked out in a pale green teddy that came down to just above her pelvis, with small nubs where her nipples were. Her panties were the same color, and appeared to be French cut; I could just make out the general size and density of her pubic bush. I told her it was nice to meet her, and she was off to Jan's room, as well.

Next up was Candice, wearing flannel. Almost platinum blonde hair that she wore to the middle of her back, and gray eyes that I wanted to fall into, I couldn't tell much about her shape.

Kim was the next contestant. Eurasian by the look of her, she had straight, black hair pulled back into a short ponytail, brown eyes, and a smile that would light up any room she was in - an absolute doll. Maybe 5' 4" tall, she was slender, but softly curved. Wearing an off-white lace-looking top that ended about the middle of her small, firm ass, I could easily see where her dark areolas were. Her bottoms were of similar, but slightly denser material; but it was still easy to see that she had a small, neatly shaped patch of black pubic hair. Again with the introductions, and she was gone.

I next met Kathy, the statuesque (well, for 15, anyway) blonde semi-goddess that had approached me about doing the 'fashion show'.

Following her was Sandra, at about 5' 8" tall the tallest of the bunch. Butter blonde hair worn straight to her shoulders, breasts about the size of half-softballs capped with pale pink areolas and nipples. I could tell because she had on an incredibly sheer white shortie top. I was frankly surprised that she had the nerve to wear it in front of me - and looked forward to seeing the rest of them in it, as well. Around her hips, she was wearing a pair of tap pants that gently hugged the delightful curve of her ass. Unfortunately, they were loose enough that I really couldn't tell much about her pubic area.

The other flannel girl turned out to be Susan, with short curly dark hair, rosy cheeks, and turquoise blue eyes. Looking to be ever so slightly plump, I could tell from the way the flannel fell between her breasts that though not large, they were nicely rounded.

The final newcomer turned out to be Mary Alice. Hispanic, she had dark, straight hair that fell to just below her shoulders, a dark tan complexion, and brown eyes. At about 5' 7", she was shaped like a miniature Dolly Parton: large-ish bust, very slender waist, and nice hips. She was wearing a semi-opaque baby-doll type outfit that I first thought she'd outgrown: the top clearly hung straight down from the dark nipples I could see, even through the material. A short stretch of her tan tummy was revealed before the start of the ordinary nylon panties she wore. Though I couldn't see through them, it was clear that she had developed a dense growth of pubic hair in a slender strip from just above her pubic bone and down into her crotch.

And, of course, there was Jan, who'd been wearing a less revealing version of the smoke-and-floss panties she'd modeled for me before, so that her cute little buns were covered, along with the matching top that only came down to her midriff. As Mary Alice left, Jan went with her. A couple minutes later, I heard a round of giggling and a little shrieking coming from Jan's room; it didn't take a rocket scientist to realize that they were discussing what they thought my reactions were to their different outfits.

A few minutes later, Mary Alice and Robyn came in and sat next to me on the couch, dressed in the flannel outfits. That was apparently my cue that the round of judging was starting because the remaining 7 girls streamed in. When they were all in, I started the timer on my watch, which I'd previously set to count down the allotted time.

As it turned out, I was right about Susan: she wasn't appreciably larger than the other girls, extension-wise, but definitely made up for it in actual fullness. I also learned that she had surprisingly small areolas, not much larger than her pencil-eraser sized nipples, and only a small dark bush that barely covered her mons.

Sandra revealed a triangular patch of pubic hair the same color as her head, full without being bushy (pardon the pun).

I also learned that Candice had medium-sized breasts - about the size of half-tangerines - and pubic hair that was as blonde as she was. Though somewhat small in area, I figured it to be longer and more sparse than most.

Keeping my face as passive and unresponsive as I could (which was more than I could say about the contents of my jeans!), I looked them over until the timer on my watch went off. A couple of them jumped a little at the sudden noise - nearly giving me eyestrain in the process - but they realized what it was after a moment, and the whole crew trooped out.

The sequence repeated itself, until I'd finally seen every one of the girls in each of the outfits. As my grandfather told me about deflowering virgins: it was a dirty job, but _somebody_ had to do it!

When they came back in again, they were all in their original outfits, and they all sat down in front of the nearly extinguished fire. To my pleasure, nearly every one of them unconsciously sat cross-legged, so I was able to sneak more than a couple of delightful looks while finishing up the scoring.

When I was ready, I cleared my throat to get their attention, and began.

"First off, this was *not* an easy contest to judge, for a variety of reasons. The outfits - and the wearers! - were all quite pleasing. After I tell you who the top 3 winners are, I will be more than happy to explain to you WHY I judged them the way I did. So, if you're all ready?"

They all nodded.

"There is a tie for first place, between the outfits that Sandra and Jan wore. Very close behind them was the one that Kelly was wearing. The reason for the tie is that the two outfits are very, very similar, even though they might look different to you."

Susan promptly asked "I know why my flannel didn't win, so I want to know why you judged the way you did, and how you got the results." - with a number of supporting murmurs.

"Fair enough, and I'm glad to explain. First off, let's start with the obvious: I'm a man, and you're not." - a round of giggles - "Men and women do NOT see lingerie in the same way. Even though Sandra and Jan's outfits are different _styles_, they are very similar in appearance to *me*: both succeed in finding the balance between covering the necessary parts, and still revealing enough of those parts to let a man - in this case, me - get enough of an idea of what's underneath to make him 'interested'. Each of you is wearing something that is attractive _on you_ - even the flannel ones -, but that wasn't the criteria I was given: you all asked me to pick out the best *outfit*, and those two outfits did the best job of attracting my interest, when each of you wore them. Jan's outfit was marginally more explicit, but Sandra's more 'neutral' color complemented more of you. When I was keeping score, the ONLY thing I concerned myself with was how each of you looked in a particular outfit - I'll be happy to give you my score sheet so that you can see for yourselves that the highest scores always went to the same _outfits_."

Kim stuck her hand up, and when I nodded to her, asked "You said that men and women don't see lingerie in the same way. What did you mean?"

"From my experience, and talking with other women about it, I've gotten the idea that women buy lingerie to _be seen in it_. Men buy lingerie for their wives or girlfriends so that they can take it _off_ to get to what's under it. You understand?"

Kim nodded, as did most of the other girls; the rest looked thoughtful.

Robyn asked, "You said that the more neutral color of Sandra's outfit looked best on most of us. Can you explain?"

"Sure. Let's start with you, as an example." - she blushed - "With your red hair, and freckles, the green of your outfit makes a nice contrast, and highlights your, uh, charms." - a bit of giggling - "BUT, it doesn't look as nice on Mary Alice, because of her different hair and skin tones Kathy's blue baby-doll looks great - ON HER, but it looked terrible on Kim; but Kim's outfit looked great ON HER, but didn't do so well on Sandra. See what I'm getting at?"

This time, the nods were universal.

I continued "There's a reason that the most common lingerie colors are white and black: even though they aren't necessarily the _best_ match for any _particular_ woman, they look *reasonably* good on almost ALL women. If you want to look _good_, pick white or black to compliment your skin tones. If you want to look the *best*, find something that contrasts with your entire look: hair, skin, and eyes."

Jan piped up with "Would you tell each of us what color *you* think we'd look good in?" - and after a moments pause, the rest chimed in their agreement.

"As long as you understand that I'm most emphatically *NOT* saying which one of you looks best - you all have your own appeal - I'll do it."

They readily agreed, and Jan offered to be first to get things going.

I had her stand off to the side a bit, so that everyone had pretty much the same view I did.

"Jan has pretty much the right idea. Her general body tones are more-or-less 'neutral', so the neutral color of her outfit compliments it. Her hips and backside are narrow enough that she could wear something more like a bikini bottom for someone special. If her, uh, nipples and hair were a little darker, she could also get away with something that wasn't quite as sheer."

Jan sat down, and Kelly stood, taking her place.

"Kelly has the right idea, too - her dark hair and eyes, and complexion make a light color a good idea. From a guy perspective, the 'density' of the material is about right - it's enough to make a guy want a better look and what's under it. The only thing I could think to change would be maybe a _little_ bit brighter shade, to provide a little more contrast with her coloration." Blushing slightly, Kelly sat down, and after a moment, Kathy popped up and took the 'stage'.

"Kathy has picked well on style and material, but a different color of outfit might be better - I'm thinking something black, or dark gray to contrast with her hair color. To draw attention to anything she wants noticed, the material could be more transparent, or fit a little tighter." She nodded, and looking thoughtful, sat down, to be replaced by Sandra.

"The ONLY change I can think of for Sandra is to think about changing to a darker color to contrast with her hair and skin tones. Maybe black, maybe a dark blue to highlight her hair color. Because of her pale nipples, she almost HAS to go with something very sheer to get any visibility of them." That said, she exchanged places with Candice.

"Candice is one of the few women with the right coloration to make black an excellent choice - her hair, skin tone, eyes, all of it make black almost ideal for her. The only disadvantage to that would be the difficulty in finding something light enough to let her emphasize any particular areas she might want to highlight." Visibly pink when she sat again, she was quickly replaced by Mary Alice.

"Mary Alice has a good start, too. She can emphasize her bust by wearing something a bit tighter or clingier, or continue with what she has on now, and still make it clear she's well developed. A thinner material, or one that was even a _little_ more transparent would definitely draw attention to her nipples. A shorter top, and something like tap pants would emphasize her narrow waist. With her dark hair and complexion, a _bright_ color would contrast nicely. It could be red, yellow, or even a *bright* white." Mary Alice gave me an appraising look as she went by.

Next up was Susan.

"Susan is actually kind of difficult. Dark hair, pink skin, and blue eyes - not an easy combination to deal with. Not that she isn't attractive - just the opposite, in fact - it's just that it's tough to pick out ONE color that would look good on her. What comes to mind is to go with something neutral like black, but add in a little red for emphasis, maybe red trim at strategic points. Her blue eyes are always going to draw a guys attention, so if she wants to emphasize her bust or anything else, she'll have to be a bit more obvious than most of you - snug fit, sheerness, or maybe even both." Susan and Kim exchanged places when I was done.

"Kim's skin tones are fairly neutral, so she could 'get by' with about anything, really. But if she really wants to grab attention, something seriously contrasting is called for - I'd say that she was one of the few women who would actually benefit from say, an electric blue camisole or teddy. Alternatively, white would contrast with her hair, and draw attention to her nipples." Looking contemplative, Kim sat down.

Jan asked, "From a guy's view, what gets your attention?"

I replied with "Well, some guys are attracted to breasts - sometimes small, but usually large. Others are attracted to butts, and others find legs attractive. Some like blonde hair, others brunette, and others prefer redheads. Even within the different groups, there is a lot of variation: on breasts, some men like large nipples, others prefer small. Large butts, small butts, soft butts, firm butts. Slender legs, muscular legs. Long hair, short hair, curly or straight. Lots of pubic hair, little - or even no - pubic hair. Pointy breasts, round breasts. I can promise you that for each and every one of you, there is a guy somewhere that thinks you look absolutely perfect, and even more that think you look pretty good, and even more that think you look just fine, as part of one or more of the groups that they find attractive."

"But how about *you*", Kelly asked.

"Me? I'm not so fussy, in some ways, and a lot more fussy in other ways."

"How so?" she asked.

"I'm not so fussy, in that I don't care about one particular area of a woman's anatomy - I don't focus on breasts or hips or butt or legs or any of that. Birthmarks, scars, and so on aren't important to me, other than to regret any problems that they may have caused the person that has them. I'm a lot more fussy because I want the girl to have a brain, and *use* it. I want her to be as interested in me as I am in her. Patience, understanding, and compassion are always good things in _anybody_. Willingness to think and act on her own is good, too. Most important of all is that she should have respect for herself."

Kathy asked "Why is a girl's self-respect important?"

"Important to *me*, you mean; there are a lot of guys out there that would be just as happy to have a girl that DIDN'T have self respect: such girls are easier for that kind of guy to control and manipulate. For me, though, I've got enough confidence in myself to think that if I think a girl is special enough to get my attention, then she should have enough sense to recognize that, and find me special, too. The only kind of woman that I've found that have that kind of sense got it from having a high degree of self-respect and self-confidence."

"How does that work?"

"Because someone is able to respect themselves, they are also confident in themselves. When they're confident in themselves, the more confident they are in the decisions and judgments they make. When they're confident in their decisions and judgments, the more they're willing to make them, and the better they get at it."

"Sounds like it's pretty hard to learn, and do."

"It is hard to learn, and do - but I think the results are worth it: the final result is someone very special, and worth knowing. Besides, when is *anything* worth having or doing easy?"

They all laughed, and Jan said, "You sound like some of our teachers!"

"Ever think they might be right? After all, they *are* _teachers_."

With that to occupy their minds, I called for an end, so that 'a senile old fart like me can get some sleep' - which earned me a number of snorts of derision at my self-description. Reluctantly, they agreed, and all wandered back to Jan's bedroom. I did ask Jan to stay back for a bit, as they were leaving.

Once we were alone, I asked Jan "What was all that about? I mean the visits for sodas and chips and marshmallows, and all the rest of it?"

She blushed a little, and said, "Well, I was kind of bragging on how patient you are, and how you never tried to grope me or anything, and they didn't believe me. So they got the idea of coming out here to watch TV after we got ready for bed, to see if you were really that polite about not looking. When you didn't do or say anything, some of them thought you were gay or something."

"Let me guess - Robyn and Sandra the most."

She looked surprised, but said "Yeah! How did you know?"

"They were a little less than subtle about trying to get me to look at them. What else was going on?"

She looked startled, and continued "Well, um, once they realized that you weren't gay, they decided to see if they could shake you up by trying to overload you. When that didn't work - the nightgown competition was supposed to do it - they realized that I wasn't joking. That made them want to see if you were as patient and nice about talking to us 'kids' as I'd said. You were; that's why they didn't give you any trouble about leaving you alone just now."

"Is there going to be anything else going on tonight, then?"

She smiled, and said "No, I don't think anything involving you - I think you pretty well confused them by being as polite and honest and everything as I told them you are. If I know _them_, they'll even leave you alone: you're kind of scary, sometimes, about how you're willing to talk to us like we're grown up enough to understand what you're saying. Besides, you gave us a lot to talk about, so I don't think there will be time to bother you any more."

"Good. I really am kind of tired, and really do want to go to sleep. If they ask what we talked about, just tell them I said it was okay to raid the fridge and chips and such - but that if anybody wakes me up, they'll find out what I'm like when I'm *not* being nice."

She laughed, and told me "I'll tell them that if they do anything to wake you up, you just might be mad enough to bite them - that'll scare them!"

I laughed, too, and gave her a little pat on the butt as I told her "Bedtime, Trouble. I'll see you in the morning."

After she left, I got ready, and went to bed. Before long, I was fully asleep - and nobody woke me during the night.

The next morning, I woke up well ahead of them, and only a little before Leo and John got up. The boys were content with oatmeal and a toaster waffle each for breakfast. They watched cartoons for a while, but when the girls finally started to get up, the boys decided they didn't want any part of it, and left, each to a different friends house.

It was probably ten o'clock by the time the girls were all awake, if not functional. Eventually, though, they were redressed, and all swarmed into the kitchen to scrounge up some breakfast. Once loaded, they flowed into the dining area, and proceeded to demolish Paul's groceries. When they were done, though, they were all good enough to clean up after themselves without being told - always a good sign in a teenager.

Following breakfast, they all headed out to the patio to enjoy the unusual weather, and generally sit around.

It was shortly before noon when I heard a bit of shouting outside, and then a scream. In a matter of a couple seconds, I was out there to see what had happened. As it turned out, it wasn't a 'what' that had happened, but a 'who'.

There was a largish young man out there, and behind him, a couple of smaller obvious hangers-on. I could see that his attention was on Susan, who was crying, and trying to hide behind the other girls.

When I asked what was going on, Jan told me that the character in front was Phil, a member of the wrestling team, and he was there to get Susan. Except that Susan didn't want to go - they'd been boyfriend/girlfriend for a while, but she'd broken up with him a few weeks before.

Once I understood what was going on, I turned to Phil, and said, "Looks pretty simple to me, Phil. She doesn't want to go with you, so you might as well leave."

He took a couple of steps toward me, which allowed me a good look at his eyes: bloodshot, and the pupils dilated. Uh-oh. Either this kid's really, really drunk or hung over, or he's engaging in some street pharmacology. Not good. He verifies his bad judgment by telling me "Fuck you, man! That's *my* bitch, and she ain't dumpin' me like that! She ain't leavin' me until I *tell* her she can leave! Now grab your shit, Susie, and let's *go*!"

His buddies are smirking, and looking like they're willing to back him up - though from the look of them, I doubt they'd try anything like this on their own.

"Phil, is it?" - he focuses on me, and nods - "I wasn't asking you to leave, I was _telling_ you to leave. If you don't, then there's going to be some serious trouble here, either with the cops, or if I have to, with me."

That seems to get his attention, and I hear Susan say, "It's okay, I'll go with him. I don't want any trouble."

Keeping an eye on Phil and crew, I told her "Susan, there isn't any trouble, but if you go with this character, there will be. He's either drunk, or on something, and if you go with him, you'll probably wind up in the hospital. I'm not going to force you *not* to go with someone who wants to force you *to* go - but I really, strongly suggest that you stay. He's not going to hurt anyone, least of all, you."

He looked at me again, then as Susan, who was crying on Kim's shoulder while Kelly whispered in her ear. After a few moments, Susan spoke up again: "If you say it'll be okay, then I'll stay."

That seemed to enrage young master Phil, and he took another couple of steps, more toward me than the girls.

I looked at his traveling companions, and asked "Are you two his keepers for today? If you are, you'd better get him out of here, NOW, before somebody gets hurt." and then to Jan "Jan, go inside and call the cops. If they get here in time, they can probably keep somebody from getting dead."

Jan gave me a strange look, but went inside.

That seemed to be all that Phil needed, and he charged toward me, with his little buddies behind him.

Now, I'm a coward. I don't WANT to fight. Fighting hurts. So because I don't like to fight, I took some Judo and Karate when I was younger (like in middle and high school), so that if I _did_ have to, it would be over faster. And when I went in the Navy and was stationed in Asia, studied a couple more things formally, and learned some other stuff after being trapped in a few bar fights. Mixed all together, it made up my 'style' - Godzilla-jitsu. So, when Phil got close enough, I used some Aikido to redirect him - with a little extra push - into the brick wall of the house. Then I turned, and Karate kicked the dipstick on my right in the kneecap. His buddy on my left tried to grab me, and got a leg sweep that dropped him on his back. Phil had bounced, shaken his head, and was headed for me again, swinging at me in the process. I dropped under it, and gave him a straight shot into the solar plexus, which stopped him cold. Not wanting to dance any more, I side kicked him in the knee, and heard it crack as it broke. Dumbshit 1, who I'd kicked in the knee, wasn't standing so good, but still wanted to play. When he swung at me, I applied a Judo throw, and kind of forgot to lay him down the way I'd been taught; instead, I dropped him halfway through it, so that he landed flat on his back, knocking the air out of him, and taking him out of play for a while. Dumbshit 2, who got the leg sweep, had bounced up, and rushed me just as I was finishing with his buddy - I didn't have enough time for anything but a roundhouse kick to the stomach, followed by an elbow to his short ribs when he folded. I heard one of them crack, and he stayed down that time. Start to finish, the whole thing didn't take but about 15 seconds.

A couple minutes later, we all heard the sirens as a couple police cars showed up; a few moments later, Jan came around the side of the house, leading the cops. My youth not having been all that angelic, I was careful to stand there with my hands in plain sight, not moving. The girls seemed to be in shock, as was Jan when she saw the 3 Meatheads laying on the ground. One of the cops came over to me, and asked me what had happened; I carefully explained what had gone on since my arrival in the back yard, through the time they arrived. The cop kind of gave me the fisheye, and asked me to stand next to the house while he and his partner talked to the girls.

Several minutes later, the second cop came over, and told me that the girls had verified my story, and that I could relax - I wasn't in any trouble. His partner had gotten on the radio, and it wasn't long before there was an ambulance parked out front, too. The medics loaded Phil onto a stretcher, and got the other two mobile enough to ride with him as they took the whole crew to the hospital. There was a little more paperwork with the cops, but it didn't take long for them to lose interest. From what I could tell, they figured the kids got what they deserved, and were just as happy that the situation was as straightforward as it was: less paperwork for them.

As they were leaving, the first cop came over to me, and asked, "Why did you break the kids leg?"

"He pissed me off. I didn't want him getting up again."

"And the other two?"

"They got in the way."

He laughed, and followed his buddy back to their squad cars. He must have told his buddy what I'd said, because I heard them both laughing, briefly.

When they were gone, I went over to Susan, and gently asked her if she was okay. To my surprise, she launched herself into my arms, and started crying and blubbering. Nothing more for me to do but stand there and hold her, caressing her hair and making reassuring noises until she got it out of her system. While I was doing that, I could see some of the other girls looking at me like I was Batman and Superman and the Incredible Hulk, all rolled into one. It was embarrassing.

After several minutes, Susan had finally calmed down enough that she was able to talk. She softly pushed herself out of my arms - I was holding her just enough so she'd know someone was there - and looked up at me.

"Dan?"

"Yes, Susan?"

"Thank you. I was scared of him when we broke up, and I was afraid that he was going to do something stupid like this. But it's been long enough that I thought he'd gotten over it. I really didn't want any trouble, or for anyone to get hurt, and I'm sorry, and...." With that, she was back in my arms, crying again.

I stroked her back a bit, and told her "Susan, there's nothing for YOU to be sorry about. YOU have acted like a decent human being, and I cannot imagine you ever being any kind of trouble for anyone. Phil, there, is the one that should be apologizing, and I expect that he *is* sorry, or will be before long." - she laughed a bit into my chest - "And there's nothing to thank me for. Taking dipshits like that off the streets is a public duty." She laughed again, and just stood there for a bit, letting me hold her. That seemed to be the cue for the rest of them to start crying, and bunch up around me and Susan, hugging us.

About the time the humidity in my shirt hit 100%, they seemed to get over it, and we pretty much broke up by mutual accord, heading into the house. With the happy spirit gone, the girls seemed to lose interest in things, and collected their stuff, calling for their parents to pick them up.

I was in the den, listening to some music, as they started leaving. Much to my surprise, all of them stopped in to thank me, and Susan even dared give me a kiss on the cheek and a hug before heading out the door.

When the last one was gone, Jan came into the den, and sat on the fireplace hearth looking at me. I ignored it for as long as I could, but finally had to turn to her, and raise an eyebrow in question.

"I didn't know you knew that stuff.", she said.

"Didn't seem important, until today."

"Yeah, but why haven't you ever said anything about it?"

"Like I said, it didn't seem important. If it had come up earlier, I'd have said or done something earlier, when it was needed."

She gave me the Goober look.

"Look, Jan, the way I figure it, the folks that yap about how they studied this and that are just making so much noise - they're talkers, trying to bullshit people into not bothering them. The ones that really have enough of an idea of what they're doing don't NEED to talk - they can DO if they have to. It's kind of like Kelly: she doesn't tell everyone she's smart, she just IS, when it matters. Like last night, I deliberately threw in that business about judging the nighties and not the girls in them to see if I could squash the program; I really didn't think any of you would figure a way out of it that I couldn't argue against. But Kelly really threw me - she not only found a solution, but a *damn good* solution. I really was serious when I told her that I'd have a job for her when she's old enough. I don't want somebody with those kinds of smarts working for my competition!", I laughed.

Jan answered me by saying "Yeah, I figured you were, and I told her that. She didn't want to believe me. But she might take you up on it, anyway."

"Good. I'll look forward to it."

"But that still doesn't do anything about what happened."

"But it's already happened, and been taken care of. Phil and his two dipshit buddies are gone, and won't be around to bother anyone for a while. And if they *do* start to get feisty again, then we can call the cops on them as soon as they show up, because THEY have shown that they're trouble."

"But what if they try to start something at school?"

"I kinda suspect that will solve itself: do you really think that NOT ONE of those eight girls is going to keep quiet about how an old fart like me dropped Phil and his pals? You think Phil will start anything serious with THAT hanging over him? I don't."

"No, he won't do anything that way, but he might try something sneaky, like having someone else do it for him, like one of his other friends."

"I'll bet that when word gets out, he won't HAVE that many 'friends' - who wants to be buddies with a loser like him? As for trying something sneaky, you and the others can put the word out that I've given you my _personal_ protection, and that if anything happens, I'm going to be VERY upset - particularly with Phil and company. I can promise you, if a durned *meteor* falls out of the sky lands within 20 miles of you, Phil is going to be one unhappy camper - along with his merry band of morons."

About that time, the phone rang, and Jan went to answer it. She talked with the caller for a little bit, and then brought me the cordless phone, telling me "It's Susan's parents. They saw she was upset, and finally got the story from her. They want to talk to you."

Crud.

When I answered, I found out that it was Susan's dad on the line. He asked me what had happened, and I gave him the condensed version. He wasn't satisfied with that, and kept asking me to go back over it in more detail until I finally told him the whole thing, start to end, with full detail. He thanked me, and said that he appreciated my attempt to downplay the incident. I tried my best humble-and-modest routine on him, but he wasn't going for it. He thanked me again, and said that if I had any trouble with anyone about it, I should call him, and he'd deal with it. I asked how he'd do that, and he admitted that he was a criminal lawyer in town. I thanked him, and said that I didn't think there would be anything of consequence. He repeated the offer, thanked me again for my efforts, and that ended the call.

Jan had been sitting next to me, with her ear close enough to the phone to be able to hear both sides of the conversation. When I shut off the phone, she was staring at me.

"What?" I asked.

"Do you know that Susan's dad is one of the most expensive lawyers in town? And that he doesn't do *any* legal stuff for *anybody* for free?"

"Nope. Didn't know, doesn't much matter."

"What do you mean?"

"If I'm right, I won't be needing his help, though it's nice to know it's there if I'm wrong. Either way, there isn't much *I* can do about it, so there's no sense worrying about what might or might not happen."

"OH! You are SO exasperating, sometimes!"

I grinned, and said "Yeah. Ain't it great?" - and got her laughing.

The rest of the weekend went by just fine, though Jan did make sure that I got better - and longer - than usual peeks at her at different times. When Paul got back, he asked if everything went okay, and I just told him that some boy had wanted to take one of the girls that didn't want to go, but had finally left after we called the cops. Paul looked worried at that, but Jan took her cue from me, and downplayed it, explaining - in loose terms - the Phil/Susan situation.

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A couple of days later, I stopped by to talk to Paul, and Jan ambushed me in the living room before I got to him.

"You'll never guess!"

"Okay, I give up."

"What?"

"Whatever it was you were talking about. You said I'd never guess, so I gave up."

She gave me a dirty look, the told me "At school Monday, they announced that Phil was being bounced off the wrestling team, because of how he acted here Saturday. Then, Tuesday, we all found out that when you broke his leg, it was bad enough that he isn't going to be able to wrestle for at LEAST a couple of years, if ever. I mean, they kicked him off the team BEFORE they found out he couldn't wrestle! And you're right - nobody wants anything to do with the people that usually hung out with him, you know, his little gang or club or whatever. Phil's still in the hospital, but the other two were back in school Monday afternoon. Every time one of them saw one of us, they'd walk in another direction! And Tuesday morning, Father Thomas suspended them for a week."

"That's good news. Now the only worry is whether one of the parents decides to get feisty."

She frowned at that, but let me continue, "I think if they're going to try anything, it will happen by the end of the week. After that, they'll just look like idiots if they say something."

That brightened her up a bit, so when Paul called out my name, I was able to leave her in good conscience.

When he saw me, Paul jumped right out with "So, what *really* happened Saturday?"

"Like I said, some kid wanted to take one of the girls without her permission. He left without her after we called the cops."

"But you kind of left out some of the detail - like that there were TWO cop cars. AND an ambulance."

"Okay, so he wasn't happy about leaving. I encouraged him a little."

"Encouraged him how?"

"Uh, do you *really* want to know?"

"Yes, dammit! It happened on my property, remember? What happens if the little bastards parents sue, or something?"

"I don't think they're going to do that - he was drunk or stoned at the time."

"Yeah, fine, but what did you DO to him that required an ambulance?"

"I kinda broke his leg. Well, his knee."

"Oh, jeezus. And what about the other two that got hauled off?"

"Um, one sorta got a rib broken, and the other just had the wind knocked out of him."

"*Sorta* got a rib broken. Christ on a crutch, I'm gonna lose everything."

"I don't think so, Paul."

"Why not, oh great one?"

"Well, it turns out that Susan's dad is some lawyer, and when he found out what happened and called Saturday, he offered to take care of any legal problems that might come up. Seemed right happy I was there."

"Uh, huh. Told you over the phone he was a lawyer, and promised you legal defense. Yeah, and I'm the tooth fairy."

"Better get your tights out, there, bubba. I got a letter from him today, thanking me again, and repeating the offer of legal representation." That threw him for a minute.

"WHO is he again?"

I admitted that I didn't know the last name, so he got it from Jan, who discretely hung around to see what was going on. When he found out Susan's last name, he seemed to relax quite a bit, saying, "Yeah, I've heard of him. One tough son of a bitch, but honest and fair to a fault. If he said it, he'll do it. Okay, so maybe I'm not going to lose my ass on this. But dammit, you still should have said something!"

"What for? It was over, what was done was done, and there wasn't a damn thing you could have done anyway. Why bother you with it unless and until there was something that really needed your attention?"

"Asshole. Think you're pretty smart, huh?"

"Well, yeah, mostly. You usually do, too, if I recall correctly."

That got him laughing a bit, and he said, "Yeah, dammit, you are, and I do."

"How did you find out, anyway?"

"Mrs. Johnson next door saw me outside, and came over to talk about it."

"Ah. You got it from the neighborhood gossip - the same lady you call a 'nosy old biddy that nobody should listen to' every time you mention her name. Nice consistency, there, shipdit."

That got him laughing even more, and he told me "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Do as I say, not as I do. Okay, fine, you're forgiven. But you're still an asshole."

"Hmmmph. Been called worse, by a nicer class of people, so I guess I can live with it."

"At least I know the answer to one thing, now."

"What's that?"

"I've always kinda wondered what you would do if someone ever tried hurt one of the kids somehow."

"Well, now I guess you know the answer."

"That I do. If you do that for one of Jan's friends, I pity the poor fucker that tries something with one of mine while YOU'RE around. Cops'll probably have to take him to the station in a sponge."

"Nah. They'll still be able to use a Baggie. A small one."

When he looked at me again, I could see that he wasn't mad, any more - in fact, I saw gratefulness and a confidence that I had never seen before. He said, "C'mon, asshole, I'll buy you a beer."

"Sold!" - and with that, we headed to the kitchen.

As it turned out, I was wrong about one thing. Even though Phil's parents never uttered a peep, his buddies' parents got their stupid asses worked up, and started making noises about suing anybody and everybody - the following Monday. Susan's dad heard about it without me even calling him, and made it known that HE would be representing anyone these folks sued, along with pointing out the rather spotty character and history of the two. After that, nothing more was said - or needed to be.

When he got out of the hospital, Phil found himself in a treatment center, and when he cleared that hurdle, was enrolled in a completely different school, far away from Jan and her friends. The other two got back into school, but found themselves under close supervision for a long, *long* time.

The only bad thing to come out of it was some reporter decided the story needed to be told, and I wound up with my face plastered on TV one night, and in the paper the next day. It was weeks before people I didn't know quit congratulating me, and thanking me.

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As Spring continued, Paul didn't have to go out on as many trips, but the ones he went on lasted a bit longer. Sometimes, they even clashed with holidays, as happened in the case of Memorial Day.

Jan had gotten permission from Paul to have Kelly over for the entire weekend, subject to her good behavior and my approval, which I readily granted. Kelly's parents had initially questioned it, but Jan and Kelly had gotten them to call me, and after I talked with them, they agreed, as well. Kelly told me later that what finally convinced them was the realization that she was as safe - if not safer - with me around than anywhere else, after they'd been reminded of the Phil situation.

Paul had left Friday morning for his trip; Kelly was going to come home with Jan and the boys, and stay until Monday morning at the latest. That meant that I had a normal workday, at least until it was time to pick everyone up from school.

Being a Catholic school, there were the obligatory uniforms - Leo and John in dark pants and white shirts, the girls in plaid skirts and white blouses. We got everyone got loaded into my Volvo; Leo and John didn't hesitate about heading for the back seat. Jan and Kelly paused for a bit, talking, before Jan got in the back to sit between Leo and John (apparently to stave off a complaint about one of them not getting a window), which left Kelly to sit in front with me. I was mildly surprised, but didn't think anything of it - until we got on the road, and I noticed Kelly kept looking at me, only to avert her eyes when I looked at HER. Then, while checking the rearview mirror, I noticed that Jan was watching both of us. Alarm bells started going off in my head, but for the life of me, I couldn't figure out what was going on. So, I just went to a higher mental DefCon, and acted like I didn't notice anything happening.

It was only about 4:00 PM when we got back to Paul's place, and they all headed to the appropriate bedroom to change clothes. Surprisingly, the girls came out first, and joined me in the den, where I was seated on the couch, watching late afternoon TV. They parked themselves on the fireplace hearth, and were whispering back and forth when the boys came roaring in to see if it was okay for them to go to the park and kick a soccer ball around. I okayed it, and they were off.

With them gone, Jan felt it was okay to bring up whatever it was that had been on her mind. Kelly was alternating between studying me, and her knees.

"Uncle Dan?"

"Yes, Jan?"

"I've got a favor to ask."

Danger! Danger! I instantly went to DefCon-1, and asked, "What's that?"

"Um, you know how you, uh, helped me, you know, that first time?"

Was that a General Quarters alarm I was hearing?

"Ye-e-e-e-e-s."

"Well, I was, uh, hoping that you could, um, you know, help Kelly, too."

Nope, That wasn't a GQ alarm, that was the sound of multiple nuclear detonations. I might as well put my head between my knees now, so I can kiss my ass goodbye.

Jan could see that I really couldn't think of anything to say, so continued with "I know that I wasn't supposed to tell anyone, and all that, but Kelly" - who was now openly staring at me with obvious fear of rejection in her face - "is kind of having the same problem I was. Before I ever told her anything, I made her promise not to tell anyone about it, EVER. I told you before that she's been my best friend since we were like, five years old, and I *know* that I can trust her - _the same way I trust you_." - that last part definitely got my attention - I knew that Jan was trying to tell me that I could trust Kelly as much as I trusted her.

"Jan - and Kelly - you know that you're asking a lot from me." - Kelly's face fell; I could see in her eyes that she thought I was rejecting her - "NOT that Kelly isn't pretty - Kelly, I promise, you're definitely pretty! - but because of all the trouble that might happen. And I don't want you to think that I think I'm irresistible or anything, Jan, but what happens if Kelly decides she likes me as much as you do?"

"It's okay, Uncle Dan. I've told her how I feel about you, so you can say it - I love you."

"Fine, Trouble, we don't have to be 'careful' then? " I asked. She shook her head, and I continued "For *anybody*, the first person they're, uh, intimate with is always special. How are you going to feel if Kelly feels that way about me too, and wants to be with me more than just the one time?"

"I think it'll be okay. You've taught me that love is something that a person always has plenty of."

Why the hell did she have to learn *that* from me so damn fast?

"Fine, you *THINK* it will be okay - which tells me that you really haven't given it enough thought; otherwise, you would KNOW whether it would or not, and say so. No, don't bother trying to change it now, it's too late." I said, as she started to speak.

I continued "Have you two given any thought about just exactly HOW this is supposed to happen?" - looks of bafflement from both of them gave me the answer - "No? Then what am I supposed to do, and what am I supposed to think? Jan, you're the one talking, and I haven't heard a word from Kelly. How does *Kelly* want it to happen; I mean, does she want her and I to be alone? If so, why are you here, Jan? If she doesn't want to be alone, then that means that she and I will have an 'audience', even if it is her best friend. Should we all be naked, or would she be happier with you clothed? What does she want to happen? How much of what you and I have done does she want to learn about - does she want to learn more? Less? Some things, but not others? "

That gave them considerable pause. I went on, speaking to Kelly "Kelly, I think you're a very pretty young lady. But you haven't said a thing to me during all of this. I don't know if you have the courage - and more importantly, honesty - to _tell_ me what it is you want from me, and what you want me to do. I can't help you with any problems if you can't tell me what they are; just like I can't help you feel 'better' if you can't tell me what feels _good_, and what doesn't. That means you'll have to be able to use words that you probably haven't said to guys before, if you've said them much at all. Once you've started down this road, there's really no turning back - once something is done, it's DONE, and there's no changing it. No matter how much or how little happens, it will change you - forever - if only a little bit. You'll never be the same again, either psychologically or emotionally. Have you really thought about that?"

They were both sitting there, stunned, even though I hadn't raised my voice or used any but the calmest voice I had - no anger, no passion, nothing other than to emphasize some words.

Continuing, I said to both of them "I'm not angry or upset that you're asking me this. What I AM is disappointed that you didn't give it as much thought and consideration as you should have. Now, if and when you really *think* about what I just said, and have the answers to the questions I just asked, I'll be able to at least _think_ about it, and have a reasonable basis to make a decision on."

Jan was leaking a little around the eyes - but as hard as it was, I had to ignore it.

Kelly, on the other hand, wasn't - and was finally ready to speak her mind.

"Dan, I know that I'm asking a lot of you; and if you're going to tell me 'no', then I'm at least glad to know that it's not because of my looks."

"Like I said, it definitely isn't that."

She continued, "Dan, my dad is some kind of stock market trader, and my mom is into real estate. Neither one spends much time at home, I don't have any brothers or sisters, and my folks haven't really paid much attention to me since I had my first period."

"Sounds to me like another reason for me to refuse, then - for all I know, you're just lonely, and looking for someone to pay attention to you.", I said, deliberately prodding her to see what her reaction would be.

To my surprise, she didn't take the bait, saying, "I suppose that's one way to look at it - except that there are a couple of things that you don't know. First, I still have lots of friends - none as good as Jan, but still friends, and I got used to my folks being gone most of the time a long time ago. Second, you don't know what kinds of things I do, or what kind of person I am. I mean, you don't know that I get all 'A's in school, except for those stupid classes like literature, where there aren't any real answers. Third, you don't know that if I had anyone else I could trust as much as Jan trusts you, I'd go to them - but I don't, and as much as Jan trusts you, I think I can trust you, too - for the kinds of self-respect reasons you talked about that night we had the sleep-over."

Shit. My own words have come back to bite me on the ass. Traitorous bastards.

She went on, saying, "Even if my folks ever did find out about it -- and I can promise, it wouldn't be from me! - I really don't think it would matter to them. The reason I say that is because one of the few times my mom and I were able to talk about this kind of stuff, she *told* me that as long as I didn't get pregnant or catch some disease, she wasn't going to ask me about any of it, so she could 'respect my privacy'. I think what she meant was so she didn't have to bother with me, but I could be wrong. I don't have answers to the questions about me, because I really didn't think there was any chance that you might actually consider it. I was wrong, and I *AM* going to finish thinking it through. And when I'm ready, *I* will be the one to ask you, not Jan - you're right about that, and I should have been the one to do the talking, even if Jan were with me." She turned and looked at Jan, and said, "Jan, you probably want to talk to him, too, so I'll go back to your room, and we can talk when you're done."

Giving me a look that told me she'd just learned something about herself, she stood, and headed toward Jan's room.

Jan was still crying a bit, and said "Uncle Dan, I'm sorry."

"What for?"

"For dumping this on you like I did. I wanted Kelly to feel as good as I do when I'm with you, and I was using my heart instead of my brain, like you've tried to teach me."

"Jan, I hope that I've never given you the idea that your brain is more important than your heart; without the love and compassion and all that comes from the heart, we're not much better than machines. What I'd hoped was that you would have learned to use your heart AND your mind, TOGETHER. Wanting to help Kelly came from your heart, and I'm never going to be upset with you for having a soul. Like I said, I'm just disappointed that you didn't get past the 'what' in your heart, and use your brain to solve the 'how'."

"Well, I'm sorry that I disappointed you, then."

"There's no reason for you to be sorry about that, either. This situation is something pretty unique, and I don't see how you could possibly expect to find solutions when you didn't even know the _full_ extent of the problem."

"Then why are you disappointed?"

"Because if you _had_ started thinking it through, I expect that you would have run into the questions I asked, and realized that you didn't have enough information. At _that_ point, you would either give up - which I doubt you would - or realize that you needed to talk to someone about it. And considering the topic, I expect that I would have been that person, and could have helped you."

"Okay, I understand now. I'm just sorry that I messed it all up, though."

"You obviously weren't paying attention to what was said, then."

"What do you mean?"

"If you had been, you would have heard me say that *when* you two were able to answer my questions, *then* I would be able to give you an answer - which means that I haven't decided yet, which means that I _haven't_said 'no'. And you would have heard Kelly say that she was going to find the answers to HER questions, AND come back to ask me again."

"Oh."

"Do you remember what Kelly just said to you?"

"Uh, yeah, that she knew I wanted to talk to you, and she was going to wait in my room, and we'd talk then."

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

The light goes one, and Jan says "Oh."

Then "OH!"

"Trouble, life doesn't have a rewind button. You've got to catch it the one time it's played."

"Yeah, I guess so!" Then, a few moments later, "Uh, are we done?"

"I suppose so, since you're so eager to get back there with Kelly.", I laughed.

She laughed, too, and took off.

They pretty much stayed in Jan's room for the rest of the evening, coming out only for supper (pizza and sodas), during which time, Jan was watching me a little, with love in her eyes. Kelly, on the other hand, was looking at me in a very contemplative manner; I kind of felt like a bug under a microscope, or something, but was careful not to take any notice of her, other than to chat with her a little about school and such.

The boys and I retreated to the den after clearing the table, and had a rousing game of Life that lasted past their bedtime. John and Leo battled it out to the very end, with me far behind. Ultimately, John won, but just barely, with Leo second, and my distant third. Playing a game of sorts, I'd let the boys stay up past their bedtime, and let them slide on baths that night, with the promise that they'd take showers the next morning. As far as they knew, it was our secret that I was so lax. Paul knew, of course, but pretended not to: he didn't mind, since I was careful to only do it on weekends. Soon they were in bed, and not long after that, sound asleep. I'd returned to the den, and was able to catch the start of the evening news.

About the time the sports came on, Jan came in and sat next to me on the couch, snuggling into my side, pulled my arm around her, and held my hand in her lap. I could tell she wanted to talk, so I turned the TV off (I don't care much about sports, anyway, which she knew), and gave her a kiss on top of the head to encourage her.

"Uncle Dan, I've been talking to Kelly, and thinking about what you said to us earlier."

"And?"

"And I've decided that I really don't mind if Kelly wants to be with you more than once."

"Is that so?"

"Yup. Talking to her tonight, I realized that she's already a little in love with you, and that I didn't mind. When I started thinking about that, I knew that if you, uh, helped her, she'd be even happier, and more in love with you - but that it wouldn't change anything about the way that you love ME. And I know that if you help her, you won't be able to help but love her, too; I mean, that's just the kind of guy you are - you wouldn't do it just to touch her or see her naked or anything like that, you'd do it because you *cared* about her, and wanted her to be happy and make her feel good. Just like I love you, I love her, too, in a different way, and want her to be happy. If that means that she's with you more than once, then it's okay with me, because I *do* love her - and you."

"What do you mean, she's already a little in love with me?"

"When you were talking to her, it wasn't like she was a kid or something; you didn't worry about anything except being honest with her. Even when you said that about her being lonely, and it hurt her, you didn't try to baby her. Nobody's ever really been like that with her before; the ones that know she's smart still treat her like she's stupid, if you know what I mean. So, when you didn't worry about it, she understood it to mean that you actually _respected_ her, and that whole thing you told us about respect kind of kicked in. So, because you respect her, she loves you a little."

"Trouble, don't tell her this, but when I said that about her being lonely, I did it the mean way, just to find out if she *was* going to be grown up or not. If she'd started crying or acting up about it, I'd know that _emotionally_ she wasn't ready; but because she responded with adult emotions and thoughts, she proved to me that she's a young woman, not a little girl."

She looked up at me for a moment, to say, "You're sneaky."

"Yeah. And your point is... what?" earning myself a giggle and hug from her.

She returned to snuggling against me, and asked, "So when she asks you again, what are you going to tell her?"

"So, spying for her, are you?"

"No. Well, okay, a little. What are you going to say?"

"That depends. If she's really thought it through, and knows what she wants and can tell me, then I'll probably say 'yes'" -a small gasp next to me - "But she has to understand that no matter how much I like her, even love her, I'm not going to do it unless and until she's able to convince me that she's really ready; and I think - I hope! - you can vouch that that isn't easy."

"Yeah, I can!"

"Good. Now you can go back and tell her that you were able to weasel the answers out of me, without my even knowing you were doing it."

"Yeah, like she'd believe that." she answered, but got up anyway, and headed off.

I turned the TV back on, and got it tuned to the channel that offered "Politically Incorrect", a rather irreverent kind-of talk show that I sometimes enjoyed. Usually, the guests were actors, authors, and other folks that lived far enough from reality as to have no idea that clues even _existed_, never mind having one. But, every so often, he'd get a group together that actually had something interesting to say. Once set up, I muted the TV, so I could get a little more out of the book I'd started.

I was mildly surprised, then, when about a half hour later, when the two of them came walking into the den. Kelly, wearing her robe, sat down in one of the chairs diagonally across from the couch, while Jan, in her nightie, sat on the hearth. I noted the page I was on (never have needed to fold pages (horror!), or use bookmarks), and put it down, waiting for one of them to speak. Kelly cleared her throat, indicating that she wanted to speak first. Interestingly, she looked nervous, but quite resolved about what she'd come in there for.

After a couple of false starts, she was finally able to say, "Dan, I've thought about what you said, and the questions you had. When I've, uh, masturbated, I've had what I thought were orgasms; but nothing like what Jan has told me she's experienced, so I don't think that's what they really were. So what I want from you is for you to help me learn what kinds of things will help me have stronger orgasms, and help me _start_ learning what things I like and don't like about sex. I want you to teach me about what it feels like when a man uses his mouth on me, and how I can do the same for him. I want to learn touching, and kissing, and all of that. I want to learn all of the things that you've shown Jan - she's told me what they are, all of them. I want to know what a penis looks and feels like, when it's hard and when it's not, what a man's testicles look like and feel like. I want to see what a man looks like when he ejaculates, and even what his semen feels and tastes like. I'm even willing to find out what *I* taste like, when I'm as excited as Jan has told me she gets; I never seem to get wet enough to really know. Honestly, I don't even really know what *I* look like, down there, where my vagina and everything are."

She looked at me, hesitantly, and I nodded for her to continue.

"If you're as patient and gentle and everything as Jan has told me - and I think maybe you are, now - then I might even want to go as far as, uh, losing my virginity." At that, Jan's head snapped around to look at her, eyes large as saucers. Clearly, that last hadn't been discussed between them.

"Okay, Kelly, you've got my attention, and you've settled my mind about some of the things that worried me. Do you understand that I wasn't trying to embarrass you, or make you ashamed or anything like that?"

"Yes. I know - now - that you were just trying to make sure that I was really serious, and that I understood what I was getting myself into. I think that I can show you I'm serious, and that I'm not afraid of what I'm asking you."

"How so?" I asked.

She answered by standing up, and dropping her robe, to stand naked in front of me. That seemed to surprise Jan, as well.

I looked first at her face - she returned my look without flinching or blushing. As she stood there, hands hanging at her sides, neither hiding nor exposing anything in particular, I looked her over, slowly and carefully. On her own, she turned slightly, so that I could see a bit more of the back of her, for a couple of minutes before turning back to face me.

I looked her in the eye again, and still she didn't blush. I said, "Okay, you've convinced me of that part, too. You can put your robe back on, now."

She started to reach for it, but changed her mind, and simply sat back down on the chair - again, taking no special steps to show or hide anything.

"Well, you've convinced me. My opinion of you has improved greatly - not because of how you look; nice as it is, there are millions of pretty girls in the world - but because of your intelligence, character, and yes, even soul. If you really want me to teach you, I will, as long as you understand that you can cancel the whole thing at any time - and once you cancel it, that will be the end of it - I won't ever bother you about it, and you won't ask me to do it again. As for losing your virginity, that's up to you - if you want to stop short of that, that's fine, I'll understand, and not bother you about it, and if you want us to be together again without going any farther, that's fine, too."

She looked me squarely in the eye, and said, "I understand, and agree completely."

"Okay, with that settled, how does this happen?"

Here, Jan spoke up for the first time. "Well, John and Leo have a soccer practice tomorrow afternoon. It's supposed to go from 1 to 3, and I thought that I could go with them, take them for ice cream after it was over, then to the video store to check out a movie or two. You know how they are, Uncle Dan, and all that should keep us busy until 5:00, or a little later. If it doesn't, for some reason, I've got a couple of other things I can use to keep us all out of here until then. So you've got from whenever we leave tomorrow until 5:00 at the earliest. They've been kind of bugging me to spend some time with them, and this is a good chance - and reason! - to do it."

I responded "Yeah, but the idea is to keep it relaxed and easy, and that doesn't seem like much time if things go the way Kelly seems to want them to. How about if I pay for a movie between the ice cream and video store? That'll add another couple of hours, and keep any of us from feeling any particular hurry by pushing the deadline back to say, 6:30?"

Jan agreed, and then Kelly took over, saying, "I have to admit that I'm nervous about this, but I'm willing to do whatever you say." looking at me.

I told her "First thing for you to learn is that it's not a question of doing what I say - it's doing what you're comfortable with, when you're ready. You're obviously not ashamed for me to see you nude" - they both smiled - "so how about if we start with an anatomy lesson" - here, Jan giggled - "and we can just see where it goes from there?"

Kelly agreed, and that seemed to settle it. They got up, and Kelly picked up her robe - and showing me how firm her breasts were when they didn't move during the process - but not putting it on. As they started to leave, Kelly paused a moment, then asked Jan "Uh, Jan? Is it okay if I come back there in a few minutes, instead of now?"

Jan smiled at her, nodded, and left after giving me a wink.

Kelly came over to me, and asked, "Is it okay if I sit down?"

"Sure"

"Um, on your lap?"

"That's fine, too."

She did, with her legs to the side, and turned to look at my face, studying it for a few moments. I put my arms around her, but loosely, so she'd know I wasn't starting anything yet.

Then she looked me in the eyes, and said, "You know, you're pretty special."

"I try to be."

"I know, and I think that's what MAKES you special - you really do _try_, because you CARE. You joke about yourself, and play dumb sometimes, but that's only to help folks relax around you. I know you're not as dumb as you pretend sometimes; in fact, you're kinda scary how smart you are. You've got more love and compassion and SOUL in your little finger than anybody I know has in their whole body. I love you, and you make me want to be like you."

Where the hell did all this come from?

"Well, in case you hadn't noticed, you aren't built right to be like me."

For the first time ever, I saw Kelly give someone the Goober look - but it was me she was looking at.

"C'mon, you know better than that. One of the reasons I love you is because you're smart like that; don't go blowing it by playing like both of us are dumb."

What is this kid? A witch or something?

"Sorry. Sometimes, stuff like that just kinda slips out."

"I understand; I do stuff like that, too, so people don't get too shook up around *me*. Just remember, I'm not those other ones - *I'm* not scared by who you are. You can talk straight with me."

With that, I could see in her eyes that she really had fallen in love with me; and I started to wonder if I hadn't fallen more than a little in love with her. She leaned forward, and kissed me on the lips - and I kissed her back. Things quickly heated up, and before long, she had her arms around me, hugging me, and I was hugging her and caressing her back while our tongues dueled in each other's mouths.

It was Kelly who broke the kiss, leaning back to look into my face with smoky, lustful eyes. Tilting her head, she said, "I think maybe I got the right teacher, here. But if I don't get back to Jan, she's probably going to come looking for me, and I don't think I want an audience, just yet."

I could only respond by saying, "You might be right about Jan, but she might just figure it out, and stay where she is, too. Probably better if we wait until tomorrow, though, when there isn't any pressure or worry."

She nodded, and stood up before asking me "Uh, could you give me a hug before I go? I mean, without your shirt? I want to feel your skin on mine before I go to bed."

I readily agreed, and stood up. I had barely gotten my hands on the first button when she said, "Here, let me. I want to learn how, and this seems like a good place to start."

I laughed, and put my hands back down at my sides, leaving her free to take care of my shirt herself. The first couple of buttons seemed to give her a little trouble, but she quickly got the hang of it, and with a little help from me, soon it on the floor.

Looking up into my eyes, she raised her arms to hug me, and I did the same. She moved into my arms and started hugging me, pressing her breasts into my chest while she held me tightly. I held her, as well, just as tightly, and we stood there hugging each other for a couple minutes before she again moved away from me. As she stepped back, I could see that her nipples where erect, and looked forward to being able to give them the attention they deserved.

Smiling at me, she said, "That's nice, but I really do have to go to bed."

I smiled back, and teased her with "Well, if that's the way you're going to be, then fine. Just go off to bed; see if I care! Good night!"

She giggled, and as she turned to leave, I gave her a pat on the butt, and lovingly told her "Sleep well, Kelly." She looked over her shoulder at me, smiled, and quietly headed back to Jan's room, making sure I had a nice view on the way.

I turned off the TV, kicked off my shoes, and lay down; but sleep didn't come as soon as I'd have wanted.

...

The next morning, I was awakened by a pair of soft lips on mine, and a hand on my chest.

When the lips left, and without opening my eyes, I said "If that's John or Leo, we're going to have to have a *serious* talk!" - and heard Kelly's giggle in return.

Opening my eyes and looking up, I could see that she'd worn her robe, but hadn't bothered to fasten it, so that it hung open, showing me her breasts and pubic area.

I raised my hand, palm up, and looked at her questioningly; she understood, and nodded her permission for me to touch her.

She twitched a little when I finally touched her, but didn't flinch or make any sound; I cupped her breast in my hand, and gently ran my thumb over the nipple, causing her areola to pucker, and her nipple to harden. Not wanting to play favorites, after a moment I moved my hand to the other breast, repeating my actions, and getting the same results. When she started to pant a little, I sat up; she moved closer, and I was able to use both hands. After perhaps a minute or two, she leaned forward - I could see her eyes getting smoky with arousal - and began kissing me. At first, she was nearly as hesitant as she had been the night before, but quickly equaled the previous nights gains.

When she moved to sit on my knees, I looked at the clock on the mantel, and seeing that the boys wouldn't likely be awake for another hour or so, didn't object when she spread her legs slightly so that she was facing me full on.

She leaned forward, putting her head on my shoulder, and began hugging me, making it difficult to continue playing with her breasts. So I carefully moved my hands to her back, stroking the length of it, from her shoulders to her waist. When she started pressing her breasts into my chest, I took it as a cue to expand my touch, and slowly started going farther and farther in my explorations. After a few minutes, I was sliding my hands down her back to her ass, which I would caress and squeeze gently, then over to her hips and back up her sides, pausing to run my thumbs over the sides of her breasts, then curling around to her shoulders and neck, before starting the cycle all over again.

It didn't take long before she was panting, and starting to arch her back so that her pelvis rubbed against my leg while she started kissing my neck and shoulder.

Several minutes of that had my motor going pretty good, and it was all I could do to stop my caresses and simply hold her when I said "Kelly?"

"Uhn?" she gasped.

"I think we'd better stop."

"W- Wuh- why?"

"Because everyone will be getting up in a little while, and you don't want an audience, remember? As nice as this feels"

"Uh-HUH!"

"- I don't know if we would be able to stop before the boys saw us, and that wouldn't be a good idea, would it?"

"Nuh- No."

"Believe me, Kelly, I don't really want to stop, either - but if we can quit now, then we'll have the whole afternoon, okay?"

Reluctantly, she released her hold on me, and sat straight up again, with my hands on her hips.

I could see in her eyes that it was something of a battle for her to get control, and did my best to help by simply holding still and not doing anything.

A couple of minutes later, she was in full control again, and looked in my eyes to say "Damn! If you hadn't said something, I was ready to keep that up forever. You've got me more hot and bothered than I've ever felt before!"

I laughed a bit, and said "I don't know about *that*, but I can tell you were enjoying it", looking down at where she'd been rubbing herself against me, and the small wet spot she'd left on my pants leg. When she saw it, she got a surprised look on her face, and without hesitation, dipped a hand down to her crotch, where she ran a finger between her vaginal lips. Bringing it back up, we could both see that it was quite wet; we also detected an ever-so-slight odor of sweet muskiness. Her eyes wide, she looked at me and said "I've _never_ been that wet there before! What are you doing to me, and how can you do that?"

I laughed again, and told her "*I'm* not the one doing it, silly, YOU are." - which earned me a dirty look. I continued, "I think it's just a case of having the right situation and person, is all. All I'm doing is giving you the attention you deserve, and some encouragement."

"You're encouraging me, alright! I'm starting to understand what I've been missing out on, and why Jan said you helped her so much! Is the whole afternoon going to be as nice as this?"

"That depends, Kelly."

She frowned slightly, and asked, "Depends on what?"

"On whether or not you want it to. If you get scared or anything like that, then, no, it won't. But if you're as open to new feelings and experiences this afternoon as you were last night and just now, then yes, it will be as nice - if not more."

She got a very thoughtful look on her face, followed a bit later by one of eager anticipation.

Patting her hip, I said, "Now, I think it's time you let me get up, and you went in there and got dressed, so we don't shock the boys too much!"

She laughed, and stood up; before *I* got up, though, I leaned forward, and softly kissed her on the end of each breast, making her gasp, and her nipples harden again. She looked at me, and said "If you keep that up, I'm not going to make it to this afternoon!"

"Sure you will - because you have to."

"Yeah, I will - you rat!" With a smile on her face, she made a show of closing and belting her robe. Stepping forward to give me a quick kiss on the lips, she made her way back to Jan's room, and closed the door behind her.

The morning passed entirely too slowly. They had all bunched up in the den with me, watching cartoons on TV. Jan noticed the looks that Kelly kept giving me, and just smiled at each of us whenever we looked at her. I watched her closely, and never saw any sign of jealousy or envy or anything but support and affection.

We all had a light lunch - the boys so they didn't feel bogged down for soccer practice, Jan (I think) from nerves, and Kelly and I in anticipation of _our_ 'practice'.

Jan even went so far as to suggest to the boys that they get an early start, so they could warm up a little before the practice session. When she offered to play with them, they readily agreed, and all of them were out of the house by 12:30.

As we heard the door close, I looked at Kelly, and saw that she was having an attack of nerves. I have to confess that I was too, a bit. When she looked at me, I told her "Kelly, there's nothing to worry about, or be afraid of. YOU are in charge, here - nothing is going to happen without YOUR permission. If you tell me 'stop', then I'll stop - right then and right there, without hesitation. If I start to do something you don't like or don't want me to, just say so, and that will be the end of it. I'm not going to be upset or angry with you if there's something you don't want to do - I'm here to _help_ YOU. There's no hurry or rush; if we run out of time today, then we can start again another time, if that's what you want. Since Jan has talked to you about her and I, you know that she and I didn't do everything the first time, either, and that I'm not going to rush you or _knowingly_ do anything to make you uncomfortable or unhappy. If I *do* happen to do anything like that, I will *stop*, immediately, when you tell me. You told me that you love me; well, I love you too, and I don't want to do ANYTHING to upset you in ANY way. Okay?"

That seemed to calm her considerably, and she said "Thank you. I'm nervous because I've never done anything like this before, and I don't know what - if anything - I'll like or dislike, and I don't want to disappoint you."

Surprised, I answered, "There's nothing you could possibly do or say that would disappoint me. If you want to tell me right now that you've changed your mind, and don't want anything to happen, then I'll accept that, and we can go watch the boys. I won't be upset or angry or any of that kind of nonsense - like I said, I'm here to try and make YOU happy, and if that's what would make you happy, then that's what we'll do. As I've told Jan, there are some things about sex that some people like, while others DON'T like them, and others simply don't care. That's why we're here - to find out what YOU like, and don't like; what *I* think about any of it is irrelevant to what YOU think about it."

That seemed to put her at ease, and a bit later, she said, "Uh, how do we, um, get started?"

"How do you want it to? Last night, I suggested an anatomy lesson, if you like, so that we can kind of ease into the rest of it. Jan's told me that there isn't much to the sex education you all have at school, so that seems like a good place to start; but if you already know what's what, then we can still start that way, and just not take as long with it."

She blushed a bit, and said "Um, I've learned a little bit about it from Jan, but I don't think I really *know* anything, so that's probably a good idea."

"Okay, that's where we start, then. Have you ever seen any kind of pictures or diagrams or anything describing things?"

"No, not really." she answered, a little unsure, looking down.

"That's fine; I'm asking so I know how and where to start, okay? It's not a test, and there aren't any right or wrong answers; just reality, okay? I can find a couple drawings that we can use for reference, and we can get started."

That cheered her up, and she looked at me again when she said, "Okay. Um, what can I do?"

"Well, I think we'll want some room, so that pretty much excludes the bedrooms. How about a couple blankets on the floor in the den, and maybe a couple pillows or cushions? If you want to get that part ready, I'll get the diagrams, and we can go from there."

She nodded her agreement, and as I headed for the computer in the den, she made for the linen closet.

A few minutes later, when I'd printed the diagrams I'd found on the net, I turned around to see that she'd laid the blankets out, and had a couple of pillows handy. Sitting on the couch, she looked a bit nervous, but eager, as well.

She watched me carefully as I told her "Kelly, I think it's pretty obvious that as this goes along, we're going to wind up naked with each other. How that happens is up to you."

She blinked a bit, and said, "How is that?"

"Well, we can start with all our clothes on, and just take off whatever is necessary when we need to, or we can both get completely naked right off. If we both get naked right off, we can do it separately, or together, privately or with each other. Or, if you want, one of us can be naked, and the other one keep their clothes on until YOU decide they need to come off."

Finally realizing that she really was in control, she calmed down again, and with an impish smile, said "Uh, I think I'd like us to be naked from the start."

"That's fine. How do you want us to do that?"

"I think I want to take your clothes off, and then have you take mine. Is that okay?" she asked, mischievously.

"It is if that's what you want."

With that, I calmly walked over to the edge of the blankets she'd spread, put the diagrams face down on the floor, and simply stood there, looking at her.

After a moment, she stood up, and moved over in front of me, facing me. She hesitantly reached up for my shirt buttons, and when I didn't say anything, began unfastening them. When they were all undone, she pulled my shirt open, and looked into my face, as though asking permission. I nodded, and she leaned forward slightly, to first kiss my chest, and then start caressing it. After perhaps a minute or two, she stopped, and looking up into my face again, started pulling my shirt off. I helped as needed, and shortly, it was on the couch.

Taking a deep breath, her hand was trembling as she started to reach for my belt buckle. Without touching her, I said "You might find it easier later if my shoes come off, next, instead."

Blushing furiously, she looked up into my face before squatting down to undo my shoelaces, and as I raised each foot in turn, my shoes, which she set at the end of the couch.

Standing again, she was much calmer as she reached for my belt, and after a little fumbling, got it undone. Hesitantly, she reached for the snap of my jeans; I pulled my stomach in a bit to help her, but otherwise didn't say or do anything. Once the snap was open, her hands were visibly trembling as she reached for the zipper, and pulled it down. Once that hurdle was out of the way, it didn't take her long to kneel down, and get my jeans down around my ankles; and after I'd raised each foot, on the couch with my shirt. Staying on her knees, she tentatively reached for my jockey shorts several times before finally laying her hand on my semi-erect penis that was gently tenting the front of them. When she looked up at me again, I nodded, and she gently began squeezing it. After a few moments, though, her curiosity got the better of her, and she grasped the waistband of my shorts, and pulled them down to about mid-thigh. As my genitals popped free, she exclaimed "Oh!" and paused to examine them for a bit. Finally, though, she finished pulling my shorts down, and when I raised each foot, removed my socks, as well. The whole lot were soon on the couch, too.

Now that I was naked before her, she was free to do as she wished; it didn't take her long to muster the courage to use a couple of fingers to grasp my penis, and move it around so that she could look at it from different angles; and move it out of the way so she could look over my testicles. Finally releasing it, she put her hands on my thighs, and felt the muscles of my legs, and then around to my butt. Apparently satisfied that I was really there, and really naked, she stood and again kissed me on the chest before stepping back to face me.

To my raised eyebrow, she nodded her readiness, and I stepped forward to begin undressing her. Starting with her blouse, I slowly unbuttoned it, kissing each newly exposed bit of flesh, from just below her throat, to just above her navel; and as I removed it, I kissed her collarbones, and then shoulders. Her blouse easily found a home at the opposite end of the couch from my clothes. Her bra fastened in the front, and I carefully unhooked it, and gently pulled the cups away from her breasts, pausing to kiss her dark brown nipples as they came into view, causing a catch in her breath both times.

Kneeling, I gently slid my hands down her sides, then her thighs, on my way to removing her shoes; she hadn't bothered with socks. I looked up at her as I reached for the waistband of her pants, pausing just before touching her, giving her the chance to change her mind. She nodded to me, and I carefully unfastened the waist, and then the other buttons that made up the fly on them. I reached back to hold and caress her buttocks briefly before taking the waistband and gently pulling it down, sliding her slacks to her ankles, and then off of her. Before me, I saw the pale nylon of her bikini briefs, along with a hint of wetness at the juncture of her legs. Leaning forward, I kissed her bellybutton as I slid my fingers under the waistband of her panties; grasping them, they too slid down her hips, allowing me to plant soft kisses on her hips and belly and just above her pubic hair. Sliding them the rest of the way down, they joined the rest of her clothing on the couch. Before standing again, I leaned forward once more, to place a kiss first on her soft, black, straight pubic hair - where I was greeted by the gentle scent of her womanhood - then on the inside front of each of her thighs, where they met her pelvis.

Standing again, I took a step away from her, and could see that she was already developing an aroused flush, her shoulders and upper chest noticeably darker from the blood.

We stood there, looking at each other, for a couple of minutes before I offered her my hand, and said, "Shall we begin, then?"

That broke her gaze at my body, and she took my hand as we moved to sit next to each other on the blanket.

Once seated and comfortable, I picked up the drawings, and explained to her that they were 'generic' diagrams of the genitals of each sex, and that we were going to compare them to the real thing. From there, things went much as they had when I'd done this with Jan - except more quickly, since Kelly was much more sure about what she wanted. Her clitoris amazed me - though barely visible most of the time, when erect, it protruded quite clearly under it's hood; and judging by the way she reacted when I touched it at one point, quite sensitive. I was quite pleased by the size and shape of her labia, too, when we got to them: thin, they were barely darker than her skin, and even when fully extended, were barely visible in her cleft. When we got to the part about looking at her labia, I had to find a mirror; I'd completely forgotten about it, and didn't have one handy. Kelly, too, was interested in seeing what her hymen looked like, and it was with much less hesitation and discussion that we got her the view she was after, with my help - though she did express surprise and amazement on how wet she'd gotten inside. Though not as 'fluid' as Jan, she was still quite wet; more than ample for what was yet to come (apologies for the pun).

Then, of course, it was her turn, and I laid back as I'd done before, with similar warnings about sensitive spots. Kelly, too, asked about the difference between my circumcised penis, and the uncut one of the diagram; and was more accepting of the explanation. Here, too, Kelly was much more direct and inquisitive than Jan had been; and I answered all of her questions just as directly.

Once assured that she was reasonably normal in her particulars, and satisfied that she understood the function and workings of the male anatomy, she laid back and got thoughtful for a bit. Content to let her move at her own pace, I waited patiently until she came back to our time zone.

Looking at me, she said, "I can stop now, can't I?"

"Yup."

"And you really wouldn't be mad or upset or anything, either, would you?"

"Nope."

She looked into my eyes for a while, and saw that I was telling her the pure, unadulterated truth.

She finally spoke again: "You know, you really are kinda scary."

"How's that?"

"Because you're not trying to bullshit me."

Surprised, as much at the language as the statement, I asked, "Why would I want to do that?"

"Cause I'm laying here, naked, and you've seen everything there is about me, and you're still willing to stop if I want; and even more, I really do believe that you wouldn't be mad or anything."

"Yeah, and?"

"And I don't think there are many people in the world that would do that. You really are putting what I want and what I need ahead of anything else, right now. And that's what's so scary - I don't know *anybody* that has ever been that honest with me, or that caring *about* me."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"See? That's what I mean - you really *are* sorry. Not because you're supposed to be, or anything like that, but because you really do *care*."

"Isn't that the way people are supposed to be?"

"Yeah, but it never happens that way. Mostly, they're just trying to find a way to use each other - for their jobs, for sex, for money, or whatever else they're after. Why aren't *you* like that?"

"Damned if I know. About the only thing I can figure is that I'm just not willing to settle for anything less. I can't change the world, at least not all at once, but I can try to change ME, and maybe even some of the people that I come into contact with. Maybe not a lot, but a little; and with a little luck and enough time, maybe it will be enough to make a bigger change."

"What are you, some kind of saint, or something?"

"Not likely. When I was your age, I got into enough trouble for any 3 people. Then I went into the Navy to get away from home, and they helped me start getting my head on straight. Nothing like working on airplanes, where people's lives are literally in your hands to give you a sense of perspective - and doing it RIGHT to give you confidence and self-respect. Traveling around in Asia, I got the chance to see what other countries and people and cultures are like, and that got me interested in the how and why of it - and that got me interested in learning what I could about, of all things, philosophy."

"I thought philosophy was just people talking about stuff that didn't matter to anybody."

"Sadly, that's true in a lot of cases. But if you take the time to learn _philosophy_, and not just the junk most philosophers try to teach, then it DOES make a difference. You start learning about ethics and morals and all kinds of things, and you learn how to use philosophy in real life, to solve problems and find answers."

"You mean like religion?"

"No, religion is a special case. Religion is kind of like fill-in-the-blanks philosophy: rather than helping you find answers for yourself, religion offers you an answer - whether it's really right, or not."

"How do you mean?"

"Well, you know about the Ten Commandments, right? Well, they are a specific religious application of the philosophic fields of ethics and morals. Except that the religious versions are usually geared toward keeping some kind of control over people - usually by the religious leaders - than finding ways for people to solve THEIR problems."

"For instance?"

"For instance, whichever commandment it is that says to honor thy father and thy mother. They tell you to do it, but without saying WHY; and if you don't do it, they try to make you feel guilty about something, and control you through your guilt - whether or not that guilt is actually deserved."

"Like how?"

"Well, take you, for example. From what you've told me, your parents don't pay much attention to you, and don't much seem to care what happens to you. So exactly *why* should you honor them? Respect them, sure, but HONOR them? For what? Why should you honor somebody that doesn't appear to give a happy damn what happens to you, good or bad? Why should you be punished or feel guilty about not honoring someone like that?"

"It sounds like you're saying that they have to earn my honor, somehow."

"Don't they? Would you give your money to anybody on the street that walked up and asked you for it? No? Then why should you give something far more personal and intimate to the emotional equivalent of a stranger, even if they are related to you?"

"What about love?"

"What about it?"

"You say that you love me. Why?"

"Simple. Because you have _value_ to me."

"What, I'm something you can buy or sell?"

"No, I didn't say that. I said that you have value to me, not that you were valuable to me."

"What's the difference?"

"If you were _valuaBLE_ to me, that would me that I could use you for some gain of my own, either financial or sexual or whatever, at no cost to myself. But to have _value TO_ me, it means that there are things about you that, if lost, would COST me something, as a person."

"Such as?"

"Such as your intelligence. To see a mind as good as yours is a pleasure to me, BECAUSE I see so few of them, and it sometimes gets tiring not being able to speak as freely as I can with you. Such as your self-respect, because it's so rare. Such as your independence, because that's even rarer. You are of value to me - I love you - because of the best that is inside you, pretty much the same as you love me - I am of value to you - because of the best that's within ME."

"So love is a kind of trading?"

"At its most basic and fundamental level, it IS trading. The trading of one's best values for the best values of another, freely, as equals, value for value. That's why Susan wasn't willing to stay Phil's girlfriend: there wasn't LOVE involved. She offered HER best, and Phil offered HIS best, and because the values involved weren't EQUAL, she felt cheated after a fashion, and withdrew her love. The value he offered her - the content of his mind and character - his love - was worth far less than the love - HER character and values - she was offering. To continue such an unequal trade is to commit suicide, either emotionally or spiritually or mentally; Susan simply has too much self-respect - self-VALUE - to do that."

After a bit, she asked me "Then how does sex fit into it? Jan told me that you said having sex and making love were different."

"As far as I'm concerned, they are. 'Making love' is the physical equivalent of the spiritual love I just described. Having sex is the physical ACT, but without emotional attachment involved in making love. Last night, when we were kissing, that was 'making love' on a small scale, because we truly cared for each other. Kissing, without that bond, is only having sex, on an equally small scale. Get it?"

With that, I saw a light come on in her eyes - that sensation almost everyone has when something that's been bothering them suddenly becomes clear, and they really, truly UNDERSTAND it, fully and completely.

"Then I want you to teach me how to MAKE LOVE. Completely. To ALL of me." she told me, confidently, with an absolute radiance.

Yeah, she got it.

I began by leaning down to kiss her, softly, on her forehead, then the bridge of her nose. Both eyes were next, then her cheeks, and finally - gently - her lips. Her return kiss was equally gentle, and she patiently accepted it when I moved on to kiss more of her face before returning to her lips. This time, my kisses were firmer, as were hers. Gradually, in an ever--increasing cycle, we became more and more insistent, and more and more involved with each other - at times, I didn't know where I ended and she began.

As our bonding started, so did our explorations: reaching out, my hand landed on her breast, gently as a butterfly, then began stroking it from base to tip the same way. Firm as her breasts were, I could feel them tighten even more at my touch, her nipple first hardening, then erecting to press into the palm of my hand.

Her hand took a less direct route - first touching my face, she softly and slowly trailed it down my chest, then my belly, until she reached my manhood, full of blood but not yet erect. Her gentle stroking soon corrected that deficiency, and she continued on by cupping my testicles in her hand, and stroking the sack, and even rolling them in her hand before trailing her fingers back up, and along the length of me.

Following her example, I traced my way down her body, fingertips barely touching her, pausing here and there to create little designs on her skin, before reaching her pubis, and finally, her womanly treasure. I was not surprised to find that her clitoris had raised its head in greeting, nor that her inner recess had opened for my explorations. I softly traced the outline of her pubic hair, and make several trips across and through its lushness, marveling at its softness. However, I was continuously drawn back to the damp, hot opening between her legs, and began exploring it with my finger - tracing the outline of the lips guarding it; drawing my fingertip between her inner lips, feeling them almost clutching at me, as though inviting me in. Ultimately, I did as they bid, and carefully pressed a fingertip in toward her very core - and was made welcome by the hunching of her hips, inviting me in even farther.

I went carefully, though - pressing in slightly, and then withdrawing, to make sure that her slippery juices were well distributed before pressing further inward. I met the resistance of her maidenhead, but found my way past it without hurting her, until, finally, I had an entire digit in her. Her moans into my mouth encouraged me to further action, and after a short pause, I began stroking it in and out of her, feeling her inner lips clasping at my finger as it withdrew, and guiding me on the way back in. In a surprisingly short time, her pelvis was rising and falling in time with my actions, and she'd broken off our kiss to gasp and moan as her passion increased. After only a couple of minutes, she was near the peak, but somehow unable to cross it. It was then that I moved my thumb down to apply pressure to her clitoris, so that her pelvic movement caused the pressure against my thumb to vary each time she raised her hips. That, apparently, was enough, and it took perhaps a half dozen such thrusts to finally grant her the release she'd sought for so long: when it finally hit, her first spasm froze her in mid-air: hips raised, pressing her clitoris against my thumb, with my finger inside her as far as it would reach. I could feel the milking action of her vaginal walls as she tried to draw my digit even farther inside; to increase her pleasure, I made circling motions with it, causing her to gasp out the last bit of air she had in her lungs before her vaginal mouth clamped down as her contractions continued, one after the other. It was only when her oxygen-starved brain demanded refreshment that she finally stopped her climax, and drew breath again.

After that first draw of breath, she started panting, and lowered her hips again. I slowly withdrew my finger, causing her to moan, and evincing a flutter from her vaginal mouth. Selfishly, I cleaned it off with my own tongue, savoring the sweet/spicy flavor she'd blessed it with. Satisfied, I lay next to her, holding her as she continued trying to catch her breath, and regain her senses. Her good health and youthful vigor helped her recovery, and it was only a few minutes before she opened her eyes, looking up at me with a gratitude I'd never seen before. To give her a little more time to recover, I gestured something to drink, and she nodded. Returning from the kitchen with some cool water and a couple of glasses, I filled one, and held her up so that she could drink. A few swallows seemed to satisfy her, and she indicated that I should put the glass down. When I did, she turned and hugged me fiercely, crying into my chest.

When she finally released me, and lay back down, she said "Thank you! Now I *KNOW* that what I felt before wasn't orgasms - THAT was. That's the first time in my life that I've ever felt like that, and it's because of you. I had no idea that _anything_ could feel that good!"

"Like I said, it was just a matter of having the right attention and some encouragement. I was just lucky enough to be able to offer them at the right time, and in the right way. YOU did the rest by being open to the experience, and willing to take advantage of it."

"On the subject of taking advantage, are you going to, of me?"

I laughed, and said "Only if you want me to, Kelly - though if you *want* me to, I don't think it could really be considered 'taking advantage'."

"I do want - but before that, I want to find out about all the other things we can do together. Um, Jan told me that you, uh, use your mouth to, you know, make her climax. Could you do that to me, too?"

I smiled, and said, "It would be my pleasure, I assure you!" making her laugh before replying, "Yeah, I heard that."

With her fully recovered, I was ready to resume the 'lessons' - and lowered myself to kiss her, softly, on the lips. She responded eagerly, but not demanding; knowing that she was about to experience something new.

I kissed her lips again, briefly, several more times, before moving down to plant one on her throat, just next to her collarbone. The next was was halfway between collar and the hollow of her throat. I continued kissing her as I worked my way to the other side, and beyond, to her shoulder, where I kissed, then softly bit, her. Placing my kisses more closely to each other, I moved back toward her neck, until I was past their juncture, and halfway up her neck to her ear. Taking the muscle in my teeth, I made growling noises, and gently - so as to leave no bruises - waggled my head back and forth, as though chewing on her. She laughed, and giggled, and even scrunched her shoulder up before I released her and moved on to take her earlobe between my lips, and softly 'chew' on it. When she gasped, I released it, and using just the very tip of my tongue, traced the outline and edges of her shell-like ear - and eliciting soft moans of appreciation.

When I was done with her ear, I slowly traced the line of her jaw with my tongue, tasting the faint saltiness of her skin as I did so, until I reached the other ear, where I again outlined and traced it with my tongue - and getting another set of moans, stronger this time, for my efforts. From there, I moved my way down to her other shoulder, and softly nibbled and licked at the length of it. While doing that, I placed my hand on her stomach, and gradually eased it up until my fingers were touching the lower swell of her breast, and began tracing patterns on her chest and breasts - but always being careful not to actually touch her areolas and nipples. By the time I finished her shoulder, she was panting softly, and arching her back in an effort to get firmer contact with my hand, and get some attention to the ends of her breasts. When she reached that point, I moved on to placing soft, damp kisses across her collarbone, and then - randomly - across her upper chest: I'd put the tip of my tongue on her skin as I kissed her, and then use my mouth to apply a mild suction to the same spot as I withdrew. I gradually moved down, until I was at the upper slopes of her breasts; there, I branched out to apply the same tender kisses, but all _around_ her breasts, circling each and paying special attention the sensitive areas where they grew out of her sides. As her arousal increased, and her moaning started, I slowly moved my focus to her breasts- first one, then the other - still giving her the same kisses, and applying them in inward-spiraling motions toward her nipples - but stopping short of them. By this time, her areolas had puckered so much that they looked like miniature volcanoes sitting on the ends of her breasts, with her fully erect nipples looking like angry plumes of dark smoke. Moaning as she was, she still managed to gasp out "Dammit, DO IT! *NOW*, before I go crazy!" - so I did.

When I finally took the end of her breast in my mouth, and started firmly sucking on it, she had what could only be described as a mini orgasm: her entire body tensed, and where my hand rested on her belly, I could feel several small spasms pass through her as she gasped for air. It didn't last but for a few seconds, but that was enough to bring her back down slightly, and to reassure me that I was having the desired effect. I moved on to the other breast, and did the same, though with lesser - but still pleasing - results: she let out a loud moan, and arched her back to try and get more of her breast in my mouth. Moving back and forth between them, I gave each of her delightful mounds similar treatment: randomly placing small kisses or licks or suction at different areas on the breast itself, teasing the nipples with my tongue-tip, washing the entire surface thoroughly with my tongue, nibbling at the nipples with my lips, and applying soft, rhythmic suction on the entire areola and nipple. Before long, she was at the same high arousal, when I again started moving, this time, lower, toward her pubis.

Taking a decidedly indirect route, I showered her with soft, dry kisses all across her belly and hips and abdomen, pausing for a while to pay special attention to her navel - rimming it with my tongue, dipping my tongue tip into it like a cat lapping at milk, placing my whole mouth over it and applying pulsating suction. The focus on her bellybutton started her moaning even louder, and got her pelvis moving in small thrusting motions.

Finally, though, I reached my goal: her pubic area, and more specifically, her firmly rounded Mound of Venus, where her clitoris had raised its head to watch out for me. As I drew my tongue down through her soft, straight pubic hair, she readily spread her legs for me, allowing me easier access to her treasures.

Her vaginal lips seemed to remember my previous visit, and were extended - if barely visible through her down - and glistening with her dew. Pressing my hands softly against the backs of her thighs, she quickly raised her knees, tilting herself up for me - and bringing me a wave of the delightful, heady aroma of a woman, aroused and ready. Glancing up at her face, I could easily read the desire and anticipation on it, and dipped my head to slide the tip of my tongue through her cleft, bottom to top. As my tongue passed between her labia, I got a full taste of her essence - sweet and spicy at the same time, as it had been on my finger, but stronger and more pleasant - and then on up to gently brush across her clitoris, causing her pelvis to snap up toward me slightly as she released a full-throated moan of pleasure.

With that kind of encouragement, what could I do, but continue? I did it again, but got a quieter - if no less enthusiastic - moan for the effort. I made several more such passages, each time getting an audible sound of appreciation.

Using my thumbs to spread her slightly, I took the opportunity to examine her more close than I'd been able to, before.

What I saw delighted me: her mons was gently curved from her pubic bone down to the entrance to her vagina; full without being 'meaty', and covered with a medium-dense patch of straight, soft, dark hair. Her vaginal opening was little more than a slit; guarded by two thin, smooth lips that gently progressed upward to the hood of her slightly larger than usual - and very erect - clitoris. Her pubic hair was short enough to not be in the way of her vaginal opening or clitoris; the net effect was to cover, without actually _hiding_, her treasures.

As I resumed my oral administrations, I found her hair to be soft and long enough to tickle my lips, but not enough to interfere with my attentions - there never was any of that pause-to-pull-a-troublesome-hair-out nonsense.

I started by taking each of her small labia in my mouth, and sucking on them, followed with a soft chewing, and then a nibbling with my lips, gently pulling them a bit father out. I switched between them several time, with her hands on my head to guide me when she wanted a change. From there, I opened my mouth as far as it would go, and managed to cover her, from perineum to clitoris, and started firmly sucking on her while softly circling her clit with my tongue - her reaction was to start moaning loudly, and arching her pelvis up even more, exposing her back entrance to me. Every so often, I would stop and pull my mouth away; it was during one of these times that I noticed that our combined juices had trickled down to moisten her rosette.

When I next resumed my attentions to her mons, I also moved my hand up, and used my thumb to begin spreading the lubrication on her anus, rubbing it and pressing against it slightly. She not only didn't object, but gradually began pressing herself against my thumb, her muscles there clasping at me, as though trying to capture it.

After a bit, though, my jaw was tired enough that I changed over to simply making a probe of my tongue, and sliding it between her labia and into her vagina, slowly tongue-fucking her. The change surprise her, and pleasantly so, judging by the gasp I heard when I first entered her, and the arching of her back as she tried to get even more of me into her. I slid my tongue back out a bit, and fluttered it a bit between her lips, earning another gasp, before sliding it back in as far as I could reach. Her reaction was to start slowly humping her hips toward me, fucking herself on my tongue as I held it in place.

After perhaps a minute of this, enough of my saliva and her secretions had found their way down the crack of her ass that there was plenty of lubrication for me to try pressing a finger - my thumb seemed a bit large for a first experience - into her. Groaning, she accepted it when I pressed in a little, then withdrew, making sure that there was plenty of our juices to ease the way - in surprisingly short order, I had a finger completely inside her nether hole, as she continued hunching herself up toward me, now fucking herself on my tongue and sodomizing herself with my finger.

For as long as I could, I kept my tongue straight and solid for her, but the effort eventually got to me, and I had to change over to something more active - taking her erect clitoris into my mouth and sucking on it as I softly fluttered my tongue across it. That, together with the sensation of my finger in her ass, seemed to be enough, and after only a couple of minutes, I could feel her clamp down on my finger, and the fluttering of her labia as her orgasm started. After a moment, she froze, deep into her first spasm, and I took the opportunity to begin moving my finger in rapid in-and-out motions while applying suction to her clitoris without actually touching it. She gave a shriek, and the intensity of her spasms nearly doubled - I could barely move my finger in her ass, and I could feel her labia pulsing against my lower lip. She froze there for perhaps fifteen seconds before gasping as another, shorter, spasm hit her. Several more followed, each only slightly less intense, until they finally stopped. As she lowered her pelvis, my finger started to slide out, causing a series of quivers in her until it finally popped free.

She lay there, gasping for breath as I moved back up to lay next to her before taking her in my arms to hold her until she'd recovered for the intensity of the experience. Again, her youth and vitality helped her with the process, and it wasn't long before she was able to move again.

The first thing she did was kiss me - full on the mouth, tongues dancing - and thus getting a taste of her own womanly essence. She pulled back a bit, smacked her lips a little, and smiled, saying "I think I can see why you like doing that!" before moving in to kiss me again, more chastely, and then moving on to lick the remains of her secretions from my face.

When she finally lay back again, she smiled up at me, saying "Every time you do something to me, it makes me feel better than the time before."

"I'm glad you liked it."

"Oh, I liked it all right! You kind of surprised me when you started touching me, you know, back there; but it didn't hurt or anything, so I didn't stop you. Next thing I knew, it was feeling *good*!"

"Yeah, I kinda figured that."

She giggled, and asked "Uh, does that mean I'm weird or anything? I mean, for liking my own taste, and letting you put your finger inside me like that?"

"Not as far as I'm concerned. Some folks - men, too, mind you! - don't mind, or even enjoy having attention paid to them like that. I don't much care for it, but that's just me; if you like it, then have fun, and more power to you."

"What about liking the way I taste?"

"Kind of the same thing, only different. Some women think tasting themselves is okay, but would rather die than find out the taste of another woman; other women wouldn't even think about tasting themselves. It's another one of those open-to-the-experience kind of deals: if you're open to it, you can find out if you like it, or you don't; otherwise, you're just pre-judging something based on nothing more than your own prejudices, without KNOWING."

"Do all women taste like that?"

"Obviously, I can't speak for *all* women" - earning myself a mild dirty look - "but from the ones I DO know about, the answer is 'no'. Even the same woman will vary a little bit, depending on her diet and health and, uh, grooming."

"What do you mean 'grooming'?"

"Well, some women grow up being taught that their vagina is somehow dirty or nasty or bad, and don't bother practicing good sanitation and grooming in that area. And kind of like when milk spoils, it starts to smell and taste bad, a vagina can do the same thing."

"I wondered about that. Some of the girls at school smell really, really bad sometimes, like when they're having their periods. I guess it's because they aren't washing themselves the way they should."

"Perhaps so."

"Well, I've never been like that - I like feeling *clean* after I take a bath or shower, and that just seemed like part of that feeling."

After a moment, she asked "Uh, Dan?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you think I, you know, like girls, too? I mean, because I tasted myself?"

"I don't know - have you ever tasted another girl, or made love with one?"

"No!"

"Then how can you know if you would like one, or not? If she's clean - like you are - and she's affectionate - like you are - then I don't see how it could hurt you any to find out. The only thing I think you should be careful about is making sure that she's someone you can trust, because there are still a lot of people out there that literally HATE the idea of someone finding love, or enjoying sex, with another person of the same sex. Plus, there's the problem of what the church would think about it."

"Oh, I don't worry too much about that kind of stuff, other than to be careful not to aggravate them. I mean, I'm not Catholic or anything; my parent send me to that school cause it's real good, and a WHOLE lot better than public school. I mean, when they tell us to pray or give confession and all that, I do what they expect, but I don't really *believe* in it."

"Ah! That explains a few things to me, then."

"Like what?"

"Like why you didn't give me any argument when I was talking about religion, for starters. And like why you were so able and willing to try being together with me, like this, for another."

"You notice a lot of things, don't you?"

"Sure. You miss too much of life if you're not paying attention to it."

She looked thoughtful at that, and we continued to rest for a bit, before she looked up at me again, and said, "You haven't, uh, climaxed yet, have you?"

"No, but that's not important to me right now."

"But it's important to _me_. You've made me feel so good, and I want to do the same for you."

"Kelly, you *really* don't have to do that."

"But I WANT to - I LOVE you, now, more than before, and I want to give back that love - freely, equally, and value for value - the way you've given it to me."

Hoisted on my own petard. Again. When am I gonna learn to keep my big yap shut?

"Okay, if that's the way you really feel about it" - "I do!" - "Then I guess it's okay."

She reached down and took my flaccid penis in her hand, before looking up at me, and asking, "Uh, what do I do?"

"You've got a couple of choices - you can use just your hand, like I did with you that first time, or you can use your mouth on me, like I did to you just now. Either one would be just fine."

"What would you *like*?"

"Uh, a little of both, actually."

"So how do I start?"

"Well, to use your hand, you kind of do on the outside of me what I did to the inside of you."

"Okay. And if I want to use my mouth?"

"Pretty much the same thing, only you can think of the end of my penis as being like your clitoris - that's where most of the nerves are, and that's where I would get the most intense feelings."

Satisfied, she started caressing and stroking me, seeming to enjoy the results as my penis filled with blood, and became semi-erect. Happy that she was having the desired effect, she moved down to begin licking at me, and caressing my testicles; before long, I was fully erect, and enjoying her attentions tremendously.

At one point, she looked up at me in awe, and said "It's so hard inside, but soft on the outside - and so *HOT*! Are all men this big? How do you get that into a girl?"

"No, not all men are that big; some are bigger, some are smaller - I'm pretty close to average, actually. As for getting it inside a woman, that's a matter of practice and patience. A woman stretches inside, so she can accept almost any size; what matters is that she's aroused and excited enough that her inside lubrication - her 'wetness' - is enough to let the mans' penis slide in without hurting her."

She thought that over for a few moments, before returning to her ministrations to my penis - which was now quite hard, and starting to twitch in her hand. Seeing that I'd leaked a little pre-cum onto the tip, she paused long enough to scoop a little on her finger, and put it in her mouth to taste it. Satisfied, she said "A *little* salty - but I like it!" before lowering her head to take my erection into her mouth, and running her tongue around the head. At that, and after all that I'd been through with her so far, it was a wonder I didn't blow my load. Fortunately, I didn't, and was able to enjoy the rest of the experience.

Seeming to take my comment about the equivalency of the head of my penis and her clitoris seriously, she was surprisingly careful and considerate - not once did I have to caution her about too much pressure, or her teeth, or anything of the sort.

With all the stimulation I'd already had, it didn't take long for me to start down the road that dead-ends at male nirvana; each time she did something pleasurable, and I responded, she redoubled her efforts; and because she was so open to the experience, she didn't have any hesitation about trying new things: taking the head of my erection in her mouth, and 'walking' her lips down it to take more of me in, until she'd taken all she could manage. Or releasing me completely so that she could approach it from the side, trying to wrap her lips at it from that direction while massaging me with her tongue. Or twisting her head as she bobbed up and down on it, stimulating places I'd almost forgotten I had. Or taking my entire sack into her mouth, and using her tongue to press against the underside of my penis where the sack hid it. Or licking my entire sack, and then blowing on it, creating a sensation that both stimulated me, and tightened me up. Or gently taking one testicle at a time into her mouth, and ever so gently sucking on it and rolling it around in her mouth before moving on to the other.

It was when she finally settled in to bobbing her head up and down on my penis, while rhythmically sucking on it and using her tongue to constantly caress the underside of the head, that I finally hit the 'home stretch', and shortly later, the point of no return. When I felt my balls tighten up in preparation for that first shot, I hurriedly told her "I'm going to shoot!"

When she felt the first shot of my semen start, she quickly pulled her head back, to watch as it cannoned out the end, and landed on my chest. Satisfied with what she'd seen, she just as quickly took me back into her mouth, sucking firmly on the head, drawing out the second shot with nearly as much force as the first, and all the rest of them, as well, leaving me thoroughly drained, and VERY happy. Some of my semen had escaped her at first, and dribbled down my member, but all the rest had stayed in her mouth after she tightened her lips around the head. Once she realized that I was done, and that my penis was softening, she swallowed, and released me before starting to lick up what had escaped her before - pausing a moment to scoop some that had dribbled down her chin back into her mouth. Finally satisfied that she'd gotten everything in the area, she licked me clean, and, with a twinkle in her eye, moved up to softly lick and vacuum up the splotch on my chest from that first shot. Content that she had it all, she lay down next to me, and draped herself across me - one leg over mine, her breasts pressing into my side, an arm across my chest, and her head on my shoulder.

After a couple minutes, when I'd gotten my breath back, she lifter her head to look at me, and ask "How did I do, Teach?" with a grin on her face.

I pretended to consider it for a bit, and answered "Hmmmm. All things considered, I guess I really don't have any choice but to give you an 'F' " - she looked surprised and afraid - "for 'Fabulous'!" which prompted her to poke me in the side and call me a stinker before starting to laugh.

She lay back down next to me, and I put my arm around her, holding her close. Looking up at the clock, I could see that we'd barely used two hours; leaving half again that much still to us.

Contented just to be next to each other, we laid like that for several minutes before Kelly spoke.

"Dan?"

"Yes, dear?"

"This has been really nice."

"Yes, it has."

"Were you really serious about what happens this afternoon being up to me? I mean, I know you said it, and everything, but I just need to be sure about something."

"Yes, I was really serious, and I really meant it. Haven't I shown you that, yet?"

"Yeah, you have; I just needed to hear you say it one more time."

"Why?"

"Because I wanted to make sure before I asked you something."

"What's that?"

"Would you, um, be my first? I mean, the first one to actually make love to me? You know, take my virginity?"

Sure, I'd heard her say something about it last night, but I really didn't think the two of us were going to get anywhere near that point; at least, not yet. It was enough of a surprise that I lay there for a bit, thinking about it.

"Dan?"

"Yes?" I answered, still a bit distracted.

"Would you?"

That brought me out of it, and I had to think for a few seconds before answering "Kelly, I'm genuinely honored that you would ask me. I'm not going to insult you by asking if you're sure, because I know you well enough now that I know you wouldn't ask me if you weren't. It's just that it's a serious thing to ask, and I'm not sure that I want the responsibility of making your first time as pleasant and comfortable as it *should* be."

She answered by saying "I know that it is, from the way you've talked to me, and even Jan, about it. I know you think there *might* be somebody else out there that would be more gentle and careful than you, but *I* don't think I'd find that person - at least, not before I was too old to enjoy it. Dan, I *trust* you. I *know* that you would be as patient and considerate and all that as anyone I could ever hope to find. There's all kinds of guys out there that would be more than happy to 'pop my cherry'; but I don't WANT it 'popped' - I want someone that will _remove_ it, gently, with love and affection and concern for ME while they do it. I don't want somebody 'like' you; I want it to BE you. Maybe it won't hurt; but if it does, than I know that if YOU did it, you'd make the pain as small as ANYONE could - and then you'd make me as happy, and satisfied, as anyone could, too."

At the end of that, I could feel her hot tears as they rolled down my side. Talk about 'feeling like crap" - I did, and big time.

After a few moments, I was finally able to say "Kelly, if you're *that* sure you want to do this, and if you're *that* sure that you want it to be _now_, and *that* sure you want it to be _me_, then I can't find it in myself to deny you and disappoint you. If you want me to be your first, then I'll do it - and do my best to make it a HAPPY memory."

It took a bit for what I'd said to sink in, but when it did, she gasped, and raised herself up on her elbow, to look at me before asking "You will?"

I sighed, and answered, "Yes, since you're THAT sure you want me to. I can only hope that you don't regret it, after."

She smiled at me, sniffled a little, and said, "I really am that sure - not just that I want it to be you, and now, but that I'm not going to regret it, either."

I smiled back, and reassured, she lay back next to me, giving me a hug every little bit.

A couple minutes went by, and she slid her hand down to start playing with my pubic hair, before asking, "So, um, how do we start? Do you have a condom or anything that you need to put on or use or whatever?"

I answered by telling her "We start pretty much the same was as we have before; we just don't let it stop where it has until now. As for not making you pregnant, that's something *I* don't have to worry about."

Laughing at the expression on her face when she looked up at me, I continued "Several years ago, I decided that I wanted a vasectomy, so that I wouldn't have any unwanted children. So, my tubes have been cut, and all I fire now are 'blanks', so to speak."

She gave me a dirty look for jerking her chain, and asked "What happens if you DO decide that you want children, then?"

"Then I go back to the doctor I visited, and the woman and I use one of the several samples I left before the operation. The doctor said I have real good little swimmers, and that he didn't think there would be any problems making a baby with any one of the samples I left."

Satisfied with the answer, she gave me a wicked grin, and moved up to start kissing my chest, and even giving my nipples the occasional lick and suck as her playing with my pubic hair expanded to include my penis, too. Before long, I'd become semi-erect, and she apparently decided that more effective measures were called for - and slowly changed position so that her head was even with my penis, and her ass was pointed back at me. When she finally took me into her mouth, I reached out and placed my hand on her ass, marveling at the smoothness of her skin, and how it was both firm and soft at the same time. As she dealt with getting me hard again with her mouth, I took the chance to do a Braille examination of her ass and thighs - caressing and squeezing her cheeks, gently rubbing her hips, and softly stroking her thighs from just above the knee to just below the juncture of her thighs. After a couple minutes of this, her backside was wriggling slightly. Since she'd gotten me fully erect, I applied gentle pressure to the inside of her knee, so that she would know to raise it. When she did, I guided it over me, to my other side, so that she was now straddling my chest. She understood what I wanted, and willingly scooted back a bit, to allow me easier access to her now-damp cleft.

Tilting my head forward, I was able to easily run my tongue through her slit, drawing up the slightly oily nectar she'd produced. Reaching up, I pulled her ass cheeks apart, so that I would have better access to all of her, and began the pleasant task of using my mouth and tongue and fingers to arouse her as much as I possibly could - which turned out to be a LOT. Between her excitement at doing what she was to me - sucking on me, licking me, kissing and nibbling at my testicles, and all manner of things in between - and what I was doing to her - nibbling at her labia with my lips, flickering across her clitoris with my tongue, rubbing her anus with my finger, and seeing how much of my tongue I could get into her vagina in different shapes - she was soon as open as I'd seen _any_ woman before being entered, and fairly dripping with her essences.

When she felt my testicles draw up next to my body, she increased her efforts, and in short order, had me hosing down the back of her throat with my semen, which she greedily swallowed - even gulping more of me into her mouth so as to not lose any of it. I was initially surprised by her actions, but then realized that SHE understood that I would last longer on the second go-around, and so was taking steps to make sure that I lasted as long as possible when we got to the 'good part'. Once satisfied that she'd properly drained me, she raised her head, and then her body. Sitting up, she quickly turned herself around, so that she was kneeling over my face, with her front toward my head. I quickly resumed my oral ministrations, and reached up to start caressing and squeezing her breasts. From the way she responded, I knew that she liked the simultaneous sensations - and increased my efforts.

It didn't take long before I had a slow, steady stream of her juices slowly trickling into my mouth, and she was slowly hunching her pelvis as I licked and sucked and nibbled everything I could get my mouth on, and caressed and softly pinched and squeezed as much of her body as I could lay hands on. To my surprise, it didn't take long before her arousal started to have its impact on me, as well - I could feel my penis starting to lengthen, and swell slightly. Sensing the change in me, she looked over her shoulder, and saw that I was starting to recover. With a delighted look on her face, she pulled away from me, turned around again, and began licking at me, and taking me into her mouth while applying soft, rhythmic suction. Happily, she also stayed close enough to my head that I was able to resume my efforts, as well, helping my arousal progress.

As much as I enjoyed what I was doing, it was HER efforts that finally got me hard; once satisfied that I was going to stay that way, Kelly released me from her mouth, and carefully swung herself around to my side. With a distinct lust in her eyes - and the slightest trace of nervousness - she asked me "I'm ready. God, am I ready! What do I do now?"

It took me a moment before I was able to say, "The easiest thing would be if YOU were the one controlling the, uh, action. So that if it started to hurt or feel uncomfortable, you could stop it when you wanted, for as long as you needed. The best way for that to happen is if I'm on the bottom, and you're over me, so you can lower yourself onto me, using your weight to help me enter."

She nodded her understanding, and leaned over to give my erection one final suck, leaving a sheen of her saliva as added lubrication in anticipation of what she was going to do.

Standing up, she unhesitatingly moved over me, so that she was facing me, and her feet were on each side of me, by my hips. She squatted down, until she was just a few inches above me, and took my erect - and saliva-slick - penis in her hand. Raising it, she slowly ran the head of it between her labia, spreading her vaginal secretions on it, as well, getting it thoroughly wet with them. After only a few seconds of that, she was ready to continue, and positioning herself, placed me at the entrance to her cavern. Hunching herself down, she tried to force me inside her, but she was still nervous enough that my erection first bent, then slid away from her, brushing her clitoris as it moved. She gasped from the sensation, and quickly recaptured me, getting me relocated between her labia.

Putting my hands on her knees, I told her "Kelly, there's no hurry. YOU'RE in control, here. Relax, and take your time. Because this is your first time, you might have to hold me in position for a little bit, until I'm inside you a little ways -- but again, there's NO HURRY. Go as slow as you want, or need to; I'll be right here, ready whenever you are."

That last part made her laugh a bit, and she visibly relaxed, though I could still see wanton desire in her eyes.

Holding me with one hand, this time, she put the other on my chest to keep herself steady, and slowly lowered herself a bit, until I started pressing against the mouth of her vagina. Seeming to realize that patience and care were to her advantage, I could feel her relaxing the muscles at her entrance, and after raising herself a bit and lowering herself a little farther, I could feel the head of my penis finally push through, until just the head of my erection was inside her - and causing her to emit a surprised moan. God, she was hot inside, and - of course - tight. The last time I'd had this feeling, I'd been too young and stupid to fully appreciate it's delights. Marginally smarter this time, I treasured the sensation, savoring every moment and bit of it.

Because of her position, I had a clear view of our junction, and the way her breasts heaved as she gasped for breath. I could see the way her labia clasped my penis, and a trace of the fluids from her vagina trickling down toward my pubic hair. Looking up, I could also see the fine sheen of sweat on her body, and the way her breasts and nipples had erected to delightful pointed, curved cones.

She paused a bit, to get used to the sensation, and to allow her insides to stretch to fit this new invader. Several moments went by before she felt comfortable again, and raised herself up ever so slightly - and allowing a small wave of her lubrication to leak down my erection - before lowering herself again, and getting perhaps another inch of me inside before she paused again. With more of me in here, the adjustment period was longer this time; but again, she became used to it, and raised herself up in preparation for the next stage. There was a repeat of her fluids escaping, and this time, as she lowered herself, we hit the barrier of her hymen - that ultimate symbol of her womanhood. Content with her progress, she released my penis, and careful not to lose what she'd gained, moved her legs so that she was on her knees, and leaning forward slightly, her hands now both on my chest. As she caught her breath, and relaxed to the sensation of having me almost halfway into her, I put my hands on her hips, and started speaking to her, softly and slowly, to try and help her adjust.

"That's it, Kelly. Take it slow, and easy. You're in control, and you can go as slow as you want, and stop whenever you want, and take as long as you want. I can feel your hymen, and I'm most definitely NOT going to do anything to hurt you. You can rest like this for however long it takes you to get used to having me inside you like this. I know that it's a lot different from when I had my finger in you, and there's no hurry to any of this - just do what feels comfortable for you, and everything will be fine. You're in charge, and I'm not going to do a thing to hurry you, or push you, or any of that. I want what YOU want, and if there's anything you want, then all you have to do is tell me, and I'll be happy to follow your wishes. Both of us are here to make YOU happy, and we are BOTH going to do what we need to, to make this as easy and painless for you as WE can. If you want my help in any way, then you've got that help - that quickly and that easily. You're the boss, and I'm here to do what YOU say."

At the end of that, she nodded her head, and said "You're fine; it's *me* that I'm worried about."

"That's exactly who we're BOTH worried about, Kelly. And that's why I'm not pushing you to go faster or slower or anything else. Even if you wanted to quit, right now, I could accept that, with no problem." Okay, so a not-so-little lie. But the reason for the lie was the important part.

"Like hell I'm gonna quit now, Dan! I'm getting used to it, but I'm still worried about how to, uh, get *past* this point."

"That's easy, Kelly; I'm surprised that you haven't realized that you've already got the answer."

"What's that?"

"Just do whatever you're comfortable with."

With that reassurance, she gained the confidence she needed, and started moving again. Eyes closed, she raised herself so that I withdrew from her until just the head of me was inside her, paused a moment, and lowered herself until I came up against the barrier of her hymen again. She repeated that action several times, spreading her lubrication enough that that last couple of times, I slid in easily. Having apparently reached some goal she'd set for herself, she paused a bit, then began gently pressing herself back against me in short, soft motions, so that my erect penis repeatedly made bumping contact with her maidenhead, thus creating a soft battering ram to break down her barrier. Her plan seemed to be working: after a couple of minutes, I thought that I could feel myself entering her marginally further. A couple minutes after that, I was sure: rather than breaking or tearing her membrane, she was 'teasing' it out of the way, until, finally, she bounced back one time, only to have me slide into her perhaps half an inch - *past* her now-disintegrated hymen. When that happened, she gave a small squeak, and I saw an ever-so-brief wince flash across her face before she stopped moving.

Opening her eyes, she saw the hurt and concern on my face. She smiled at me, saying "It's okay, Dan, really. It only hurt a little bit, and just for a moment. Kind of like getting a shot at the doctors office, only inside."

Thus comforted, I couldn't help but observe, "Yeah, I suppose that you could call it an injection, of sorts."

It took her a moment to get the joke, but when she did, she started laughing - and to our mutual surprise (and pleasure), she slid a little farther down onto me, perhaps another half inch, or so, in the process.

Having felt no pain from the addition, her eyes got a little larger at the sensation of having almost exactly half of me held tightly in her sheath. Taking advantage of the situation, she raised her self a bit - showing only a mild discomfort as I passed over the area where her hymen had been - and quickly settled herself down again, getting another inch of me inside. She paused a few moments to adapt to the sensation, and repeated it, this time only gaining an additional half-inch or so because of the position of her legs. Realizing the problem, she raised herself again, careful not to let me escape her internal clutches, and got her feet under her with her hands on her knees, so that she was against squatting over me. With the added leverage and clearance, it took her only a couple more tries before she'd managed to get her butt firmly planted on my thighs, my stiff member completely inside her. Thus situated, she leaned forward to put her hands on my chest again, merging our pubic hair - and bringing herself close enough to me that I could again stroke her breasts and sides, and softly pinch her nipples, and caress her hips. We stayed like that for a couple minutes, as she gradually relaxed around me, and allowing the last fraction of an inch of my hardness to slip the rest of the way inside her. Once comfortable with having me completely inside her, she began making small, experimental movements: sliding her hips this way and that, rocking them, and even clenching her internal muscles, experimenting with the sensations she could create by doing so. She didn't hurry with any of this, and that was a Good Thing - had she gone much faster, it would have been enough to push me over the edge into a climax. As it was, though, the time it took was enough to allow me to get better control of myself, while the sensations were enough to keep me fully erect.

After several minutes of experimentation, she was finally ready to move on to the main event - and raised herself until the head of my penis was only barely inside her, and then lowering herself to take it all in, in one smooth motion; moaning as she did so. With her again squatting over me, I had a clear view as she did this, and could plainly see her vaginal lips as they clasped at me, pulling away from her as she raised herself, and then disappearing as I entered her through the tight ring of her entrance. When she'd reached bottom, I looked down to see that her clitoris was fully erect, and appeared to be being tickled by my pubic hair. She repeated her actions quite often during the next few minutes, each time a little faster and a little more smoothly than the time before, until she was finally bouncing herself up and down on my slick, erect penis with surprising frequency. Toward the end, though, she was starting to tire, and finally raised herself up enough to let me pop free from her hot, tight confines. I could see the fronts of her thighs trembling, and after a moment, she kneeled down again, pausing long enough to lift me up enough to let her cavern swallow me up again. She leaned forward, and lay on my chest to rest - and I was happy to have her there, nipples pressing against me as her internal muscles randomly clenched around me. I held her there for a while, before starting to caress her again - softly rubbing her back, caressing her sides and hips, firmly massaging her thighs where I could reach them, and cupping and squeezing her ass cheeks. After only a couple of minutes, she was fairly purring into my chest, and shortly after that, had regained the strength to start kissing my chest and neck as I attended to her. A few minutes later, she'd recovered enough that she was slowly hunching herself against me, moving only and inch or so of my penis at a time, but also rubbing her clitoris against my pubic bone, cushioned by my hair.

The sensation was just fine with me, and I was content (!!) to let her do as she wished while continuing my touches.

The stimulation she was getting from her actions seemed to be enough for her, too - it didn't take long before her movements were faster, and more insistent, until, finally, I felt her vaginal muscles clamp down on me as her orgasm hit.

With her first spasm, she lifted her body, making her breasts available to me. Seizing the opportunity, I quickly latched onto an areola and nipple, sucking them into my mouth while my hand grasped the other breast and began rubbing my thumb over it's end, stimulating her even more. At that point, she arched herself against me, trying to get as much of my erection inside her as she possibly could while she moaned and gasped at the sensations. It must have worked, because I could feel the entrance of her opening at the very base of my penis, and the fluttering of her labia on the flesh around it. The sensation of her hot, wet cavern milking at me was nearly enough to push me over the edge, as well - but through sheer force of will, I managed to stave it off; probably the hardest thing I've done in my life. I knew that she would want more, and knew as well that I wouldn't be able to give it to her if I released that soon. Still, it was a very, very close call before her spasms tapered off, and the sensations on my member quieted.

When enough of her orgasm had passed, she took a deep, ragged breath, and nearly fell onto my chest, my erection still firmly planted inside her. Her sweat-slick body felt great on me as she gradually caught her breath over the next few minutes, occasionally releasing a small moan of satisfaction and pleasure. Though the milking sensation had stopped, she still generated small fluttering and clenching movements that were more than sufficient to keep me erect.

Even after her breathing returned to normal, it took Kelly a couple of minutes to realize that I was still hard, and still inside her. When it hit her, though, she lifted herself up enough to look into my face, her eyes wide, and say "You're still hard?! After all that, you're still hard? I can't believe it!"

"Trust me, Kelly, it most definitely wasn't easy - you'll never know just how close it was for me, there at the end."

"Yeah, but...."

"Yeah, but, I didn't think you would want to stop just yet, so I tried very hard not to shoot too soon, so that I could keep going.", I interrupted.

She looked at me for a moment, and said, "You knew I'd want to do this some more?"

"I didn't KNOW you would, but from the way you've acted until now, it seemed like a pretty safe bet. Why, don't you want to?", I teased.

"Damn right I do! I'm just surprised - and glad! - That you would, uh, do that for me."

"Kelly, for the umpteenth - and I hope final - time: I'm here, now, for YOU. We can keep going as long as we've got the time, can muster up the energy, and I can stay - or get - hard for you. This is YOUR time, and I'm here FOR YOU, okay?", I said, gently.

"Until this very moment, I really didn't understand just what you meant by that. I knew that you were going slow and letting me take my time so that I wouldn't be too nervous or anything. But I didn't think that you would go as far as trying so hard not to shoot your stuff - your semen - so that I could do this some more. I thought that once you were in me, that was the end of it, and you'd shoot your stuff whenever you felt good enough."

"Kelly, I'm a little disappointed to hear that. I'd really hoped that you would think more of me than that, and know me better than to think that I could be that selfish in a situation as special as this, for someone I love as much as I do you.", I said, softly.

Her eyes teared up, and she hung her head as she told me "Dan, I'm sorry. I knew you were kind, and gentle, and patient, and courteous, and everything else. I knew that you were a very special person; my mistake is that I just didn't know - until now - HOW special. Believe me, I've learned - boy, howdy! have I learned! - just how special you are, and I'll never, EVER doubt you or misjudge you again. I just hope you can forgive me."

"It's okay, dear. There's nothing to be sorry for, and no need for me to forgive you - you disappointed me, a little, but my feelings aren't hurt. The important thing is that you learned; I know you wouldn't do anything to hurt me like that on purpose. You know better, now, so that's the end of it, okay?"

She nodded, and lay back down on my chest, hugging me. I felt a couple of tears wet my chest hairs, and heard a couple of sniffles, but nothing more.

At least, nothing more until the sensation of still having my erect penis in her started to get to her. At first, she just moved around, slightly, trying to enjoy it without getting aroused, but that didn't work; and before long, I could feel her face and chest getting warm from the blush of arousal she was experiencing.

Finally, though, it was more than she could pretend to ignore, and she sat up again, settling herself firmly on my erection. Looking at me with an impish smile, she said "Okay, you're right - I *DO* want to do it again, but my legs are tired. Can we do it another way, so that YOU do all the work this time?", followed with a giggle.

"Sure, there's all kinds of ways - anything that gets your part 'A' matched up with my part 'B' will work. There's the so-called 'missionary' position" - she snorted at that - "where you're on your back, and I'm on top, between your legs. Then there's the 'doggy' or 'dog style' position, named for what should be obvious reasons. Beyond that, we can be on our sides, change one of the missionary or doggy positions a little, or anything else that gets us lined up right, up to and including standing on our heads.", that last part getting me a laugh.

"I think I want to start with you on top of me, and then maybe the other one, the doggy thing."

"Your wish is my command, oh nymph of great beauty and little wit!"

She laughed at me, and said, "Little wit, huh? You just wait and see what kind of wit I've got, there, mister!" before slowly raising herself up - I could see that her thigh muscles _were_ tired - and then moving over to sit next to me. Once free to move, I sat up, and moved around so that she could lay down on her back, with her head resting on one of the pillows.

With lust in her eyes, she looked at me, and deliberately spread her legs - where I could see a very few, very small specks of blood - and bringing her knees up, so that I could clearly see her woman-spot, and how wet and aroused she was. Teasing her, I slowly knee-walked over to between her legs, her eyes growing larger as she watched my erection sway in front of me, still glistening with her juices. To my surprise, she sat up again, and leaned forward to take me into her mouth - and cleaning her fluids off me with her tongue, again savoring the taste of herself. Satisfied that she'd gotten most of it, she ran her tongue up and down my length, re--coating me with a different lubrication before lying down again with a mischievous look on her face.

I paused for a bit, to drink in her beauty - the smooth, soft skin; the firm breasts with dark, erect nipples; the gentle curve of her hips; the dark, but smoky appearance of her pubic area; the smooth gentle curves of her legs; and my target, the wet extended lips between her graceful legs.

Leaning forward, I placed my hands on either side of her, and as she watched, lowered my pelvis until I was approximately in position to push my way into her warm cavern. She pulled her legs a little farther apart, and raised her knees more, giving me better access to her, and when I started to reach down to position my erection, she murmured "Let me do that!", and reached between us to take hold of me, and guide the head to her entrance, holding it there as I slowly pushed my way in, stopping when the head had popped through the ring of her vaginal mouth. She released me, then, and moved her hands up to cup her breasts, and squeeze her nipples between her fingers. Our gazes met then, and we stared into each other's eyes as I gently hunched my hips, pushing myself fully into her in one slow, continuous movement, eliciting a gasp from her when my pubic bone bumped her clitoris.

In her completely, I paused for a moment, and rather than pull out again, repeatedly pressed forward again slightly, applying a rhythmic pressure against her clitoris. She grunted each time I did, and the blush on her face and chest had deepened considerably by the time I quit. Only then did I withdraw about halfway, before sliding back into her, where I paused briefly before doing it again, then again. Before long, I had a slow rhythm going, and Kelly had pulled her knees back enough that her feet were by my hips, tilting herself up enough that I was pistoning straight in and out of her. Not long after that, she was starting to hunch herself up toward me as she continued to squeeze her breasts and pinch her nipples, eyes closed and panting for breath.

With that sight for encouragement, I slowly started increasing my strokes, pulling out until just the head was in her before driving back in until our pelvises met. A few minutes later, I started varying my strokes: pulling out until the end of my erection was barely held in place by her labia, and then rapidly moving in-and-out through the mouth of her opening; pressing in a short distance, withdrawing slightly, and pressing in again (two steps forward, one back approach); changing the angle of my entry; withdrawing some distance and then using short, rapid strokes to rabbit-fuck just a small area of her tight sheath; entering her slowly and then withdrawing quickly, or just the reverse, or some mixture of the two; or, as I'd done at first, entering her completely, and then repeatedly bumping her clitoris with my pelvic bone.

As she got progressively more aroused, I slowed the changes of what I was doing, and gradually settled in to a steady, straightforward pistoning of her wet channel; the liquid sounds of our union were clearly audible over our panting, and her gasping and moaning and incoherent muttering. To my surprise, as I started to feel myself approaching release, she suddenly hunched herself up at me, nearly lifting me off the floor, before her internal muscles clamped down on me as she started to orgasm. As she did, I stopped my thrusting (tight as she was, I couldn't move much anyway!), and lowered my head to kiss her face briefly before taking her shoulder in my teeth and softly biting it in time with her spasms.

This orgasm wasn't as strong, and didn't last as long, as the others, but she seemed happy with it - when she opened her eyes after it ended (and I'd released her shoulder), she looked up at me and gave me one of the most beatific smiles I'd seen in a long time. It didn't take her as long, either, to realize that I was still inside her, and ready to continue. Sighing, she told me "You never stop surprising me - very, very pleasantly!"

I smiled back at her, and gave a tentative press with my hips. Her eyes closed, and she moaned slightly as she pressed back against me, before opening her eyes again and saying "You obviously can, so if it's okay, I want to try that dog position you told me about!"

"Sure, we can do that" - "I'll bet!" - "As soon as we change around a little."

Teasing her, I pulled out in slow, reluctant stages, so that when I was nearly free, she was hunched up toward me, trying to keep me inside her for as long as possible. Finally, though, I broke free of her with a soft, audible 'pop', and a small moan from her. I raised back up to a kneeling position, and after a false start, she was kneeling in front of me - and quickly wrapped her arms around me to give me a ferocious hug, letting go before I could hug her back. Looking into my eyes, she said "I made the right choice; you, and now, are just what I needed." before turning around to put her hands on the floor - and giving me a wonderful shot of her small tight ass, her smooth thighs, and the slightly-drooling slit they framed.

Looking back over her shoulder, she could see where my eyes were, and said, "See anything you like?" with a mischievous tone.

I could only answer, with total honesty and conviction, "'Like' doesn't even begin to describe it!"

"Then DO something about it, willya?" Clearly, she was ready to go - again.

Easing up behind her, I took myself in hand, and slid the end up and down her furrow, getting a gasp for a reply, before placing the head securely between her labia. As I reached for her hips, she pushed back against me, hard enough that she took nearly a quarter of my length inside before I even touched her. With my hands on her hips by then, I grasped them firmly, and sank the rest of myself in her in one quick stroke, causing her to gasp yet again before saying "Yes! Like that!"

Taking that as my cue, I pulled out, and rapidly pushed back into her hot, damp, and ever-so-tight woman-place, eliciting a pleased grunt from her. Again, only harder this time. An even happier grunt. Again, harder; same result. Thus encouraged, I didn't hesitate any longer to give her a plain old, Mark I fucking - nothing fancy, no 'tricks', no subtlety; just ordinary, everyday _fucking_. It didn't take long before I was _almost_ pounding into her; even so, I could see the rippling of her ass and the slight swaying of her breasts from the impact. Each time, she emitted a happy grunt from the impact, and before long, was moaning and gasping and almost shouting encouragement to me as her labia clasped at me, and her much more ample fluids gradually soaked not only her mons, but my testicles and even up to my own pubic area, matting it. As much as she was enjoying it, I was too; but determined to keep going for her, I used every trick I could think of to keep myself from starting down the slope to a climax. It worked, but barely - I couldn't help but speed up my movements, and I was just starting to feel the tingle of final stimulation in the end of my penis when she had still another orgasm - this one stronger than any I'd seen yet.

She nearly screamed as it hit her, and her arms gave out, so that her head and shoulders collapsed to the blanket as I simply pressed myself against her as tightly as I could, struggling not to let the clasping of her sheath draw me into my own climax. After the first few waves washed over her, she managed to get back up on her elbows, gasping "Oh, God! Oh, God!" over and over. I was able to lean forward enough to take her breasts in my hands and firmly squeeze them and pinch and pull at her nipples, eliciting another round of spasms in her - and through her vagina, around my ever-so-close-to--unloading penis. Finally, though, enough had passed that she started to softly collapse to the floor. I withdrew from her, and with my penis pressed against her mons, followed her, so that when we were finally down, I was resting on my elbows to keep my weight off her. My sweat-slick front was in full contact with her equally slipper back, my legs outside of hers, so that I effectively acted as a living blanket, keeping her warm as she finished her recovery. My diamond-hard erection, eager for release, rested between her ass cheeks, my now-blue balls grazing the juncture of her thighs. Being who, and what, she was, she inspired me to feats that I'd never before imagined that I'd be able to achieve - but there I was, having helped her reach no less than 3 orgasms, and not unloading my jism in her even _once_ in the process. I hoped - wished! - that I never again found it necessary to even TRY to match what I'd done that afternoon.

It was a couple of minutes before I felt her start to stir under me, and I lifted myself a bit, so that she could move around if she wanted. Apparently, she didn't, judging by the disappointed noise she made, so I lowered myself again, covering her with my body.

After a bit, she indicated that she wanted to turn over, so I raised myself again. She quickly flipped over onto her back, and once there, reached up to pull me down on top of her again, our faces close. She hugged me for a long time, before releasing me to look up into my eyes.

"You are really something, you know it?" she asked.

"I could say the same about you - you really surprised me there, that last time."

"How?"

"I really didn't think that you would want, or be ready for, that kind of, uh, activity; when you were, and enjoyed it" - "Did I!" - "it surprised me. Pleasantly so, you understand, but still surprised."

"Yeah, well, what surprised me was that you were able to, uh, 'do' me again like that. Um, did you shoot this time? I couldn't tell."

"No, I haven't climaxed yet; I'm not surprised you couldn't tell - you DID seem kind of 'distracted'!" I teased.

Her eyes got big, and she looked at me with concern, saying, "What are you, some kind of robot or something? Why didn't you climax? Are you, uh, okay? You know, *there*?"

"The answers to your questions, in order, are: no, I'm not some kind of robot; I didn't climax because I was trying very hard NOT to, so that you could enjoy what we were doing as much as possible; Yes, I'm okay 'there'; a bit uncomfortable, but okay."

"You wanted to climax, but you didn't? How do you do that?"

"Uh, when my body starts telling me it's time to climax, I have to find ways to distract myself, to kind of, you know, 'ignore' it."

"Doesn't that hurt or something?"

"No, the ignoring part doesn't hurt, but it's kind of uncomfortable afterwards - I mean, my body has been telling me that it really *needs* to climax, and when I don't let it, it kind of complains."

"You mean it hurts?" she asked, troubled.

"Well, not _hurts_ hurts, but more like gets real uncomfortable."

Slightly mollified, she said, "Is there anything I can do? You know, to, uh, _relieve_ you?"

"Not just this moment, but the next time, I might climax before you do. I hope you won't be disappointed, if I do, because that'll mean that I can't go on afterwards."

She smiled at me, and said "After all you've done for me today? Not likely, Mister! If you wanted me to, I'd be more than happy to take care of you right now, and not do another thing the rest of the day! Hmmmph. 'Disappointed'!"

That said, she put her arms around me again, and still holding me, closed her eyes for a bit.

When she opened them again, I saw a mix of apprehension and desire in them - and when I raised my eyebrow, she hesitated a moment before asking "Dan? Would you do something for me?"

"I don't know, that depends on what it is. I mean, if you want me to drive you down to a tattoo parlor, the answer is 'no'", I kidded.

She ignored the joke, and continued, "Well, it's kind of, uh, unusual, I think. There's something else I want to try, but I don't want to gross you out or make you think I'm weird or anything."

"Kelly, you forget: I'm 43 years old, and spent several years in the Navy. I seriously doubt that you could come up with anything that would actually gross me out. Maybe what you want to do is unusual, maybe it's not; I *can* promise you that I'm not going to think you're weird or anything. What is it you want to try?"

Slightly comforted, she still hesitated before averting her eyes, and saying, "Well, uh, when you had your finger, you know, in my butt? And I liked it? I want to know how if would feel if you, um, made love to me there, too."

"Kelly today is the first time you've ever experienced anything like that, and the first time you've experienced making love. It's not weird or anything, for a woman that has had more experiences than you; but it's pretty unusual for someone as young as you. Are you really sure that you want to try that, this soon?"

"Yeah, I'm sure. As much better as it felt between having your finger inside me and your penis, I think having your penis in my butt would feel that much nicer than your finger did."

"There's an important difference, though: your vagina gets wet, and lubricates whatever you choose to have inside you - your butt doesn't do that, and unless you're really careful, you can get hurt pretty bad. Besides that, your vagina is meant to stretch the way it does, so that you can have sex; your anus isn't. What happens if it turns out that you *don't* like it?"

"I thought about that, Dan. If I don't like it, then I don't have to do it again; but I'm never going to know if I like it or not if I don't try it at least _once_. As for the lubrication part, wouldn't something like baby oil or lotion or something be just as good?"

Obviously, she wasn't willing to be talked out of it. And I had to admit, the idea did have more than a little appeal to me.

I finally gave in to it, and told her "Okay, Kelly, if you really want to try it, we will - but the first time you feel any pain or unpleasantness or anything like that, you tell me - I am *NOT* going to do anything that would hurt you just so you can try a new experience. Got it?"

"Yes, Dan, I've got it. I don't want it to hurt, either, so you can be sure I'll say something!"

"Okay, if that's settled, then we're going to need something to make it easier."

"Uh, I've got some baby oil that I use on my skin after I shower; you said that would work, didn't you?"

"Yeah, that'll be fine." I answered. Getting up, I said "Do you want to get it, or should I?"

"I'd better go; it's in my backpack, and you'd never find it."

With that, she got up as well, and as she went past me, I patted her on the butt and said "On your way back, you might want to run it through the microwave for a few seconds - unless you LIKE cold oil on your butt!"

She paused briefly, laughed, and said "No, not particularly!" before giving my still-erect, if somewhat sticky, penis a squeeze before taking off again. Watching as her ass cheeks clenched and unclenched while she walked caused me to twitch several times in anticipation of what was yet to come (pardon the pun).

Shortly, I could hear the door to the microwave open, and perhaps ten seconds later, the ding as it announced it was done. A moment later, I could see Kelly appear in the doorway, and enjoyed the view as she walked toward me: breasts jiggling *ever* so slightly, dark hair bouncing around her head, the ebb and flow of her leg muscles as she walked, the sway of her hips, the eager anticipation on her face as she got closer.

Handing me the bottle of warm oil, she looked at me, expectantly. I answered by telling her "It's probably best if you get on your hands and knees, like before. I'll do the oil part, and we can go from there, okay?"

She nodded her assent, and was soon on her hands and knees again, her cute ass pointed at me as she looked over her shoulder; ready, if slightly nervous.

I kneeled down too, and after opening the bottle, squirted a small puddle into the palm of my hand, which I then laid at the top of the crack of her ass, and tipping my hand a bit to allow the warm oil to trickle down between her cheeks. Her eyes got wide as the oil seeped down the crack, and then sliding over her anus. Using another, smaller, amount of oil, I repeated the action, but this time, after letting it roll out of my hand, I spread her cheeks slightly, and worked the oil around a bit, making sure it was well distributed. Getting into it, she rested on her elbows, so that her ass tilted up more, and bringing her pucker more into view.

Holding the bottle, I allowed a little bit to dribble out, directly on her anus, causing her to flinch, then moan. Using my forefinger, I started working it into the folds first, then, with a little more pressure, farther and farther into her rosette, until, finally, I had the first digit of my finger inside. She was moaning constantly now, and rocking herself back toward me, so I didn't hesitate to drip more oil onto my finger as I worked it in and out of her sphincter, getting her well lubricated.

When I judged that we had enough oil to last the duration, I pulled my finger back out of her rectum, twisting it back and forth as I did so, and earning a gasp and disappointed murmur as it popped free.

Squirting a little more of the cooling oil on my hand, I liberally applied it to my erect penis, particularly the head. Satisfied that we were both as ready as we could be, I sealed the bottle and set it aside, pausing to wipe off the excess from my hand.

Easing forward, I used my hand to direct my erection down slightly, until it was pointed at her nether entrance, then placing the head against it. Seeming to realize that the angle was wrong, Kelly got back on her hands, leveling things out and lining them up better. Pressing forward, I was unable to wedge enough of her open to make my entry. Releasing the pressure, I caressed her hip, and told her "Kelly, I know you're nervous, and maybe even scared. I'm NOT going to force my way in, because that would hurt you. If you want me to do this, you'll have to relax, and LET me in."

She nodded, and I could *see* her making a conscious effort to relax - which, after a few moments, she did. Pressed against her, but not pressING against her, I waited a bit longer, as she got more control, and eventually calmed enough that I thought it worth making another try.

With her reduced tension, I again pressed myself against her, gently, so that she would know I wasn't going to hurt her. She relaxed even more, then, and I gradually increased my efforts, until, finally, I popped through - and immediately stopped as she cried out. Holding very, very still, I waited to see what she wanted to do: get used to the sensation, or end it. After a bit, she told me "Yeah, that's it - just hold still for minute. I want to get used to this, first."

I asked her "Kelly, are you okay? Am I hurting you? Are you sure you don't want me to stop?"

"No! Don't stop! Just hold still, okay? THAT'S a lot bigger than your finger was, and I just need a minute to get used to it. It doesn't hurt, exactly, it just feels BIG back there, like that. Just give me a minute, okay?"

"Okay, whatever you want - a minute, two, five, whatever you need."

Satisfied that I wasn't going to move, she hung her head, and started breathing deeply, in an effort to let herself loosen up. It worked, and after a couple of minutes, I could feel her pressing back against me, when she said, "It's okay, now. I think I'm okay with it, but go slow at first, would you?"

"Anything you want, Kelly."

With that, I firmly, but carefully, increased the pressure, until I started to slide into her again, slowly. She accepted it, and as I got further into her, and as the sensation remained pretty much constant for her, relaxed even more, until I was finally fully embedded in her ass. Once there, I again stopped, both to give her time to adjust, and to savor the sensation of having my entire length inside her incredibly tight back entry, and the feel of her crinkled anus clamped so tightly around the base of my member.

Leaning forward a bit, I reached around her, to take her breasts in my hands, squeezing them and playing with the nipples - not just for the sheer pleasure of it, but also to try and distract her, and help her accept my presence in so intimate an area. It seemed to help, because it wasn't but a few minutes before I felt her again starting to move under - and around - me, if only experimentally. Giving her some time to work out how it felt to her, I continued to fondle and caress her breasts and nipples, until she finally spoke to me again.

"WOW!"

"Wow good, I take it?"

"No, *I* took it - but yes, 'wow' GOOD." she giggled at her own joke.

"You've got a twisted sense of humor, Kelly - but I like it!" I laughed, with her.

That said, we were quiet again for a while as she continued trying different things: arching her back, moving from side to side, tightening and then relaxing her anus, and so on. I waited, patiently, though getting more and more aroused with each of her efforts. After a bit, she spoke to me again, saying "Uh, Dan?"

"Yes, dear?"

"Uh, I think I'm ready to, uh, start now."

There wasn't any response that seemed appropriate, other than to grasp her hips again, and start moving inside her; short, slow strokes at first, and as she got used to the, gradually increasing the length and speed of my actions, until I hit a rhythm that seemed to make both of us happy. Feeling as good as it did, I didn't mind in the slightest when she reached back between her legs and started playing with her clitoris, and sliding a finger inside herself to keep it lubricated. Occasionally, she would reach further back to play with my testicles as they swung forward, but mostly she kept her attention on herself. That was fine with me, since the feeling of having her tight, if now stretched, anus sliding up and down my length, and the heat of her bowels wrapped around me was more than enough to please me. In fact, it didn't take but a few minutes before I felt that 'old, familiar feeling' settle in, and knew that this time, I was free to take it to completion.

With the beginning of the end, so to speak, my pace started to increase, as did my 'enthusiasm'; that told Kelly that it wouldn't be long, and she redoubled her efforts on her clitoris, and in her vagina - while still eagerly accepting my faster, harder thrusts into her. A very few minutes later, I could feel the tightening in my balls, and pumping into her hard enough to make her grunt with each entry, it wasn't long before I finally went over the edge, spraying the inside of her bowels with the first of many shots. It was apparently enough of a sensation for her that she reacted by starting her own orgasm, causing her anus to clamp down on the base of my still-spewing erection. The tightness of it was almost enough to stop my flow - ALMOST enough to stop it. I'd delayed too many times, and the sensations she was giving me were simply too much, and after only a momentary delay, I continued to fire shot after shot of hot juice into her, holding myself inside her until her spasms had passed, as well.

Exhausted, and thoroughly drained, I pulled my wilting member from her, and nearly collapsed on the blankets, my head fortunately landing on one of the pillows as I closed my eyes. After a bit, I felt her get up, then heard her leave. The sound of water running, and then she was back, wiping my face with a damp cloth before moving down to clean my now-shriveled and slightly sore penis. Opening my eyes, I could see the affection and care and concern on her face as she attended to me; and when she saw that I was watching, she smiled at me with a depth of love I'd rarely seen on anyone's face.

Once finished with her tasks, she quietly lay next to me, half on, half off my body. Snuggling into me, she simply lay there, letting me slowly drift off to sleep. When I woke up again, she'd moved to the other side of me, but assumed much the same position; glancing up at the clock, I could see that we still had just short of an hour and a half before the earliest we could expect Jan and the boys to return. Plenty of time to get the coroner here for me.

When I tried to move a little, she realized I was awake again, and quickly sat up, looking tenderly down at my face. Looking into her eyes, I could see the concern she had for me.

I smiled up at her, and teased her, saying "First you try to kill me, and NOW you're getting worried?"

Those beautiful eyes of hers crinkled as she grinned, and answered "Well, you DID say I was in control; if you're not up to the work, then don't take the job!" giving as good as she got.

I laughed, and said, "If I'd known I was going to work for an insatiable slave-driver, I wouldn't have!"

She blushed a bit, and laughed in return, asking me "Was I *really* insatiable?"

"If not, you didn't miss it by much. No, it's just that you're young and feisty, and I'm old and worn out, is all."

"After giving me, what - five? - orgasms, and climaxing yourself only twice - and one of those early on - DENYING yourself orgasms so that you could give me more of them, you're going to try and tell me you're old and worn out? I don't think so! If anything, you're mature, and reasoned in your actions. You've given me more pleasure in the last" - she glanced at the clock - "four and a half hours than I've experienced in the previous fifteen YEARS."

Continuing, she said "Laying here, I realized that I've asked more from you than I've asked from anyone in my LIFE - not just the making love part of it, but the emotional and spiritual part, too; and the ONLY reason you've hesitated to give it to me was because you _cared_ enough to not to want to overload me, or let me get into a situation you knew I couldn't handle. You've taught me things - not just the sex stuff - that I wouldn't have even *guessed* at for a long time - if ever. Even the stuff I kinda-sorta knew, I didn't have words for - until YOU gave them to me. Even if I accept that the emotional and mental gifts you've given me haven't cost you anything - which I'm not sure I believe - then the physical gifts cost you time and energy. I can't _begin_ to tell you how grateful I am for those gifts, or how happy and satisfied and just plain-old GOOD you've made me feel."

"If I was to get run over by a bus tomorrow, I'd die knowing that I'd at least experienced a *taste* of life, if not it's full flavor. I'd die happy, because I would KNOW what love is, and what it's like to love someone else and be loved BY them. No, that old and worn out crap isn't going to fly, this time. I wore you out - physically, at least, if not more." she ended, crying.

"Kelly?"

"What?" she blubbered.

"Kelly, it's not you, okay?"

"What do you mean, it's not me?"

"It's not YOU that wore me out."

"What, you did it all by yourself?" she asked, sniffling.

"No. But you didn't do it, either."

"Then why the hell did you damn near pass out? Why the hell were you sleeping for so long, then?"

"Because WE wore me out. Not you, not me, *we*."

"What do you mean?"

"If I hadn't been there, I couldn't have *gotten* worn out. If you hadn't been there, I wouldn't have had any reason TO get worn out. So, it wasn't YOU and it wasn't ME, it was US - together. You gave me the inspiration, but it was MY decision to put so much effort into it. So there's no reason for you to feel bad. If anything, I figure that I should be thanking YOU, for giving me the chance to get such a wonderful aerobic workout!" I teased.

She'd stopped crying, but her nose was still a little runny - she still looked lovely to me, in spite of it - and when she finally started laughing, she made a snuffling noise that embarrassed her, and made her laugh even more. Grabbing a tissue from the table at the end of the couch, she blew her nose, and then used a cloth to wipe her face before lying back down, next to me, and putting her arm across my chest.

"Kelly?"

"Yes?"

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"For this experience we've had this afternoon. It's been a long, long time since I, uh, was physical with a virgin, or someone as willing to learn and experience as you. The last time I was with a virgin, I was young enough that I didn't have the wisdom to do it, or enjoy it, properly. You've given me a chance to make up for that foolishness, and it's for that that I thank you."

"It was my pleasure!" she giggled into my side.

'I'm glad to hear that. And what you said about what you say I've taught you?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you for letting me know that you were listening, and that it not only had an impact, but a good one. It's nice to be able to see the results, sometimes."

I could feel her smiling into my side, and she said, "It's okay. I didn't mean to blow up like that, but you kinda got me going."

"Fair enough. We're back to where we were before, then? My feelings aren't hurt, and yours aren't?"

"Nope."

"Good. We've had too good of a time this afternoon" - "Damn straight!" - "to be upset with each other."

We lay like that, comfortable with each other, for a little while, until I noticed that we only had a little under an hour before the 'early' deadline.

It seemed that Kelly was a little tired, as well - I had to say her name a couple of times before she woke up, and answered me.

"I'm sorry to say it, but we're running out of time, dear. I think we can probably squeeze in a shower - together, if you want - and get the place straightened up before everyone gets back."

She groaned, but said, "Yeah, I suppose we have to. Shower together, you said?" she asked, perking up.

"Yes, but we'll have to keep the grab-assing down to a minimum, though!"

Sitting up, she managed to fake a tolerable 'indignant' look while she replied "I *never* grab-ass!"

I snorted, and said, "Sure - unless you think you can get away with it!" - and completely destroying her effort to look serious, as she started laughing, with me joining her.

Reluctantly, we both got up, and headed for the shower. Yes, there was some grab-assing - both figuratively and literally - by both of us, but we did manage to keep it to a minimum - the one shower only took us half an hour. We dried off quickly (well, kinda quickly), and were soon back in the den, dressing, and then cleaning up the area we'd used, and opening some windows to help thin the light, but distinct, smell of sex.

That done, we had time enough to get ourselves a couple of sodas and get involved in a movie on TV before everyone got back shortly before 7:00. When they came in, Jan's eyes immediately went to Kelly, who met her look, and nodding slightly. Jan's eyes got large as saucers, and she looked over at me with something akin to awe in her eyes. As the boys started to tell me about their soccer practice, and then the movie they'd been to see, Jan and Kelly eased their way back to her room, where I could hear the door close. I, of course, was going to be one of the topics of discussion; I'd pretty much expected it anyway, from their friendship.

The boys finished their description of the day, and headed off to their room for a while, leaving me alone in the den, where I turned on some music, and lay down on the couch. Listening to the music, I drifted into a half-sleep, interrupted a while later by the boys coming in to wish me good night as they headed for bed. Perhaps twenty minutes later, Jan and Kelly came out to join me in the den - both dressed in their robes, making me wonder if something was up.

When they were seated, they both noticed the concern on my face, looked at each other and giggled, before opening the tops of their robes to show me that they were dressed for bed, underneath. That question resolved - and my mind greatly eased! - they settled into the chairs they'd taken.

Looking at Kelly, I asked her "Are you okay?"

She smiled, and said "Yeah. A little sore in places, but it's a *good* kind of sore. Besides, it brings back some nice memories! How about you?"

"Oh, nothing a little rest won't cure." I reassured her, continuing by telling her "As for the soreness, I think you might have a different opinion of it, tomorrow."

"Why?"

"Ever ridden a horse?"

"Yeah."

"Remember what it felt like, the next day?"

"Yeah - uh-oh. You mean I might feel like that, tomorrow?"

"It's a very distinct possibility that you'll experience a similar effect, if in a different place or two." - that earned me a mild blush, from BOTH of them, interestingly - "If you do, I think your best bet would be to work it off - and no, not *THAT* way!" I teased.

Kelly nodded her understanding, and said "Well, from the way I feel right now, I don't know that I'd want a repeat any time soon, anyway. Later, certainly, but not soon!"

Jan was looking at me during that, clearly amazed at the reports of what I'd done with - and to - Kelly. Surprisingly, though, there didn't seem to be the slightest trace of jealousy or regret. If anything, I thought I detected a bit of envy, but certainly nothing more than that.

Turning to Jan, I said "Jan, I expect that Kelly has already said it, but I wanted to thank you, too, for keeping Leo and John occupied this afternoon. It let Kelly and I have the time we needed to make her first time more pleasant and enjoyable; and if she hasn't already, she has my permission to tell you why *I* was grateful for the opportunity, as well." Here, they both flushed slightly, telling me that there weren't many secrets between them, if any at all - obviously, Kelly had repeated what I'd said about wanting to make up for my youthful ignorance.

Jan smiled at me, and said "It's okay, Uncle Dan. Someday, *I'm* going to want it to happen to me, too - well, maybe not ALL of it - and I hope that when it happens, the person is as good with me as you were with Kelly. And I want to thank you for all you've done for me, and for Kelly. I know she's told you what she wants to, but I wanted you to know that I appreciate you helping my very best friend, too."

That said, they both got up, and moved toward me. With Kelly holding back a bit, Jan reached me first, and leaned down to place a soft kiss on my lips while she held my face in her hands. When the kiss broke, I could see the love in her eyes, and smiled to her, and told her "I love you, Jan." She nodded, and stood up, moving to the side a bit so Kelly could move in. Kelly, too, kissed me softly on the lips, but put her hands on my chest. When she drew back, I saw love in her eyes, as well, and she told me "Thanks for a very special first time, Dan. I'll always cherish the memories of it."

"You're welcome, Kelly. You'll always hold a special place in my heart and thoughts."

Standing, Kelly moved back, and together, they headed toward Jan's room, where I heard the door close a bit later.

Tired, and amazingly content, I lay back down, and soon fell into a deep, satisfying sleep.