Taxi - Chapter 15

I've been driving a cab for a lot of years. Along the way, I've gotten the usual offers from hookers, pimps, dealers, and other lowlifes. I've also had no small number of out-of-towners hinting that they'd like to get hooked up with one or more of the previously mentioned underworld denizens.

On the plus side, I've also had the chance to meet a pretty fair number of honest, decent people. Some of them have had problems of one kind or another, and as a college philosophy major that dropped out so that I could try to put what I'd learned into practice, I've been able to offer some help to those that seemed to need it — or even those that have come right out and asked for it.

Part of my outlook on life is that there are certain obligations and responsibilities that go along with the rights and privileges that a free society enjoys. One of the things that I do to help fulfill those obligations is that I offer free rides to women and kids that need to get out of an abusive household and to a shelter. Sadly, I usually get several such calls during a year; most of the time, the women and kids completely forget who gave them the ride — which is fine with me. A few of them, they not only remember, but actually take the time to find me afterwards and thank me. An even smaller number have gone on to become friends. Only once did it go even farther than that…

Several years ago, I got word from a women's shelter that they'd gotten a call from a woman that was ready to get away from her abusive husband. I got over to where the woman lived just a couple of minutes ahead of her husband getting home. I'd gotten her and her 8-year-old daughter into my cab when he pulled up. When he saw that she was leaving, he got all kinds of upset and irate… even to the point of threatening ME. He got up in my face and said he was going to kick my ass, only to be surprised when I told him that if he so much as touched me, he'd draw back a bloody stump; then that I'd call the cops and not only have him arrested, but actually press charges — and file a civil suit against him when all of THAT was over. He'd backed off, and I'd been able to get the woman and girl away from him. He'd tried to follow me, but the one thing a cabbie knows how to do is drive; I used a few tricks I'd learned to get rid of him before I took my two passengers to the actual shelter location, which was someplace completely different than their offices (for obvious reasons). Before the staff got her and her daughter inside, the woman — Doris Thompkins, I'd learned — hugged me, and thanked me for being willing to stand up to her husband. I just told her that I was glad to do it, and wished her well.

To my surprise, I got a call from her a few weeks later; she'd written down my name from the hack license in my rig, and wanted to know if it would be okay for her lawyer to depose me as part of the divorce proceedings. I said that I'd be delighted, and did just that. As it turned out, my statement of what had gone on influenced the judge; not only was Doris granted her divorce in something close to record time, but the judge had gone on to slap an extremely restrictive restraining order against her ex.

While she was getting herself and her daughter, Gail, ready to start living on their own, she continued to stay in touch with me: not only was I someone that had helped her, but I "knew" what her ex-husband had been like, and could understand the things she told me as she got herself purged of the fear and feelings of helplessness and everything else she was carrying around inside. I was also there to listen to Gail when she wanted to talk about what her life had been like, too, and help her understand that none of what had gone on had been her fault. As the weeks passed, I became a good friend to Doris and something like a favorite uncle to Gail.

When the two of them were finally able to leave the shelter, I was able to help them find the resources they needed to get started on a new life — a decent inexpensive apartment, some used but serviceable furniture, and a few of the other things they had to have. Doris let me know how much she appreciated all I'd done by inviting me over to join them for a damn fine meal they'd teamed up to make. Even after that, Doris and I stayed in touch regularly; she had a wonderful character, a fine wit, and was certainly attractive enough to make it a pleasure looking at her. Gail proved to be an intelligent youngster, and without the oppressive influence of her father, soon developed a pleasant and outgoing personality. There wasn't anything more to it than my being a good friend to the two of them, which was fine with me.

With me being that friendly with them, I was there to watch as Gail grew over the years — eventually becoming a lovely young woman after she started puberty. That was also when I started getting more and more requests for assistance from Doris… most of them involving how to deal with Gail, or to provide an outlet for Doris' infrequent need to vent the frustrations of raising a teenage daughter.

Doris asked if I'd like to spend the evening with her one Friday night while Gail was at a sleepover one of her friends was hosting. I said I'd be delighted, and she fixed a nice meal for the two of us. After I'd helped with clearing the table and doing the dishes (over Doris' protests), the two of us went into the living room to listen to some music. I was sitting at the end of their couch with Doris tucked into my side when I heard her ask "Jim? Why haven't you ever made a pass at me, or tried to get something going between us?"

More than a little surprised by the question, I had to think about it for a few seconds before I could answer "Several things, really. The first one is how we met. Considering how your last relationship with a guy turned out, I didn't figure that you'd be in too much of a hurry to get into another one any time soon. Another part of it is that we've got an actual friendship going on — I like you, and Gail, and the two of you seem to like me; I have to wonder what would happen if you and I got… involved. Then there's always the question of where things go afterwards. Would it be two people enjoying some physical intimacy, or just the beginning of something more serious or permanent? What if one of us thinks of it as being one way, and the other one sees it as the other? Then there's the question of Gail — does she know about it, and if so, how much? Remember, it wasn't so long ago that you had the talk with her; how much difference would there be between what you said to her, and what you'd be doing?"

She pulled away from me long enough to give me a Look, then settled herself into my side again before saying "You've told me about going to college, and why you're driving a cab, and everything — and you always seem to have pretty good answers for the questions I've had. But I never really appreciated how much time you must spend just thinking about stuff until just now. I mean, I asked you what I thought was a pretty simple question, and I figured I'd get a pretty simple answer. But what you actually said… it made me realize that my question wasn't as simple as I thought, and that I shouldn't have expected a simple answer, either. The stuff you brought up, I don't know that I would have thought about any of it until a LOT later — maybe TOO late, even."

I gave her a soft hug before saying "Sorry."

"No, don't be. The things you mentioned, you were right about them. I was pretty gun-shy about guys, and for a long time. I think the only reason I did get over it was because of you — you're about as different from that jackass as anybody COULD be, and you've shown me what I should expect from a guy. I thought we were friends, too, and that our friendship is special. I didn't think about how special it is until you said something about it maybe changing."

Taking a deep breath, she went on "The idea of us having any kind of relationship — that never even occurred to me, but I have to admit that the questions you asked are good ones. And the same thing goes for what you had to say about Gail, too."

She hesitated a moment, then said "I… I have to admit that I was starting to think of you and me maybe getting… involved, like you said. But now you've given me reason to stop and think about what I wanted — and I will, I promise."

It didn't escape my notice that she hadn't said she didn't want us to become more intimate; only that she'd think it through before anything actually happened. Quite honestly, I wasn't sure how I felt about EITHER possibility.

The two of us continued to sit there and listen to the music for a while before going on to other things. When it started to get a little late, I excused myself and got ready to head home. At the door, she moved close to kiss me goodbye as she usually did — except the kiss that I got made it more than clear that the idea of intimacy between us appealed to her; to my relief, she broke the kiss off before I had to decide how to respond.

For the next several weeks, it was as if Doris and I had never had that brief conversation. When Gail "graduated" from middle school, we celebrated by my taking the two of them out for a nice dinner. Despite the fact that I had been the one to suggest it was a good reason for them to get "gussied up", I wasn't anywhere near prepared for the sight they presented when I got into their apartment.

I'm not quite sure how Doris managed it on what I knew was a fairly limited budget, but she'd somehow gotten herself and Gail coiffed, manicured, pedicured, made up, dressed up, and generally loaded for bear. Doris was wearing a strapless sheath number that contrasted nicely with her ash-blond hair and complimented her light complexion. It revealed enough of her ample bust to make it enticing, but without making her look top-heavy or trashy. It followed the curves of her waist and hips to good effect, and was short enough to leave a goodly expanse of well-shaped leg exposed.

Next to her, Gail wasn't dressed as overtly womanly, but that wasn't at the expense of making it clear that she was a nubile young female. Gail had on a sleeveless number that did a fine job of hugging her developing bust, trim waist, and slender hips. The color nicely offset her hair (only slightly darker than her mothers), and it, too, was abbreviated enough to leave plenty of her long, smooth legs nicely displayed.

When the two of them did a little pirouette, I saw that Doris' dress was backless to just above her hips; her hair was fastened in a loose ponytail that hung to the middle of her back. Below her hair (which was put up in a French braid) Gail's outfit had a single not-very-wide strap across the back, leaving a nice expanse of her lovely skin exposed. Their outfits also showed that each of them had a small, nicely-shaped ass. Looking at them, I was glad that I'd made the reservations for the restaurant I had. Although they'd have easily fit in (and complimented!) Chez Snooty or any other high-end restaurant in town, they still wouldn't be overdressed for where we were going — I really hadn't expected the two of them to take getting dressed up as far as they had.

In response to the little show they'd given me, I applauded loudly and gave them a few whistles to let them know they'd succeeded in getting my attention. Both laughed, and even blushed a little bit, before Doris suggested that we might want to get going.

As we were being shown to our table, I saw quite a few male heads turning to watch my companions — and a fair number of shins being kicked under the table, as a consequence. Dinner was a casual and and pleasant experience with both of them displaying a measure of class and elegance that I seldom saw. We took the time to enjoy our meal, including the dessert and coffee (me and Doris) and hot chocolate (Gail) that we finished things off with. After we left the restaurant, I delayed the necessity of taking them home through the simple expedient of an unplanned side trip to a small club I knew that featured live Jazz music. That got me another couple of hours of their delightful company before Doris suggested that it really was time that the two of them got home. Bowing to necessity, I took them back to their apartment — getting there somewhat later than was Gail's usual bedtime. To my amusement, both of them shed their shoes as soon as they were inside the front door.

A jubilant Gail graced me with a fierce hug, a kiss on the cheek, and profuse thanks before practically floating back to her bedroom. Once she was out of sight, an amused Doris turned to me and said "I guess you know that you made her entire year tonight. I just want you to know that you made me a lot happier than I've felt in a long time, too. Just going to dinner like that was wonderful; but when you took us to that club, too… and then danced with us — well, it was like a dream come true."

Smiling, I told her "I was glad to do it, Doris."

She smiled back, then moved close enough to hug me tightly. Of course I hugged her back, and used the opportunity to lightly caress the expanse of her exposed back. After a happy sigh, she told me "I can't begin to tell you how happy and good you made us feel tonight. We haven't been able to go out for anything like that since before the divorce. Hell, just going for a sit-down dinner at a chain restaurant is something of a treat for us; so getting to dress up and actually go out like tonight was incredibly special — for BOTH of us. Thank you."

"I was glad to do it", I replied. "The two of you were delightful company, and I had as good of a time as you did — maybe better, even, because I had BOTH of you lovely ladies to enjoy it with."

"You really noticed how Gail got dressed up?" she asked.

"Of course I did. She didn't look as good as YOU do, but I still thought she looked pretty damn good — particularly for being almost fifteen", the latter a reference to Gail repeatedly mentioning her rapidly approaching birthday.

Doris laughed, and answered "She'll be glad when I tell her you said that 'pretty damn good' part. The whole time we were getting ready, she kept asking if I thought you'd think she was pretty. After the way her father treated her, the compliments you give her and all the other good stuff you say and do means SO much to her… she almost worships you, even."

"Well, you can tell her that I said I was proud to have her company tonight, and that I thought she looked absolutely lovely."

A couple of seconds went by before Doris asked "And what about me?"

I gave her a brief hug before responding "That goes double… no, triple… for you. I hadn't planned on going to that club after supper; but it was so nice being with you at dinner, and you looking as good as you do… well, I just wanted to spend some more time with you."

"I'm glad to hear that, because I've decided that I want to spend some more time with YOU — for the two of us to get… closer."

I pulled back a little bit to look down at her for a moment, then took her into my arms again before she told me "After what you had to say that night — you know, when I asked why you never made a pass at me — I've been thinking about what you said. And once I started doing that, I couldn't help but start thinking about other stuff, too… things that you hadn't said, but that I knew you would have. Doing all of that, I've had to figure out where I am in my life, and what I want to do, and a whole lot of other stuff that I maybe should have been taking care of before now. It's cost me a few sleepless nights, and a headache or two, but I've gotten my act together, finally."

I waited to hear what else she had to say, and after a couple of seconds, she went on "I know that I don't want to get into any kind of relationship just yet. This friendship thing you and I have going on is plenty for me. But I've also realized that I miss being physical with someone else; before my ex became such a jackass, I really enjoyed the intimate part of our marriage. It wasn't anything like I read about in the women's magazines, but it was still good, and I REALLY want to get some of that back — preferably with you, because I know you'll treat me right, and make me happy."

"What about Gail?", I asked.

Doris sighed before answering "There's no way in hell I could hide it from her, even if I tried or wanted to. What I'm going to have to do is try to get her to understand that if I have a relationship with someone that way, it isn't just physical or just emotional, but BOTH — that as much as I'd like the physical part of it, I'd only be with someone like that if they and I really cared about each other… like the way you and I do."

"And what about your time together?"

"I'd dearly love it if I and… whoever could spend the night together; it would be so nice to have someone next to me, sometimes, and wake up in… someone's arms. But I'm not going to demand anything like that if it would make the other person uncomfortable, or it would bother Gail too much. I THINK she's old enough to understand, but if she isn't then I wouldn't want to rub her nose in it."

Listening to her, I knew that Doris really had done what she'd said; that she'd actually taken the time and made the effort to figure out where she was in her life, and where she wanted to go — and how to get what she knew she wanted, but without hurting the people most important to her. So when she'd finished what she had to say, it took me only a moment to softly tell her "Doris, if you really think that you want US to become lovers, then I'd consider myself privileged to share your bed."

I heard her gasp before she pulled back a little bit and looked up into my face to ask "You… you will?"

"If you're sure that's what you want."

"I am!", she declared, before asking "Would tonight be okay? For us to… start, I mean?"

After placing a soft kiss on her forehead, I answered "Of course it would."

Visibly pleased — as well as a bit nervous, truth be told — Doris eased herself out of my arms. After taking my hand in hers, she led the way back to where I knew her bedroom was. Once we were inside, she closed the door behind us; after a moment's consideration, she then locked it before turning around and telling me "I don't think she would, anyway, but I think it's better if I make sure Gail doesn't come in while we're… busy or anything", blushing faintly.

I simply agreed that seemed like a good idea before holding my hand out to her. When she'd moved close enough to take it, I gently pulled her closer before telling her "It's okay, Doris. I'm a little nervous about this too — being naked with each other the first time, feeling a little worried about making the other person happy, wondering if we'll be happy… but it'll be okay. You know how I know that?"

She gave her head a little shake, and I said "I know it'll be okay because we already care about each other — a lot. We even love each other — as friends; and we know that we don't have to be afraid to talk to each other, and HELP each other feel good. You said that you wanted to be with me because you know that I'll treat you right, and make you happy — and I'll tell you right here and now that that's exactly what I'm going to do. I can see that you're a little nervous about being with me because of how long it's been since you were with a guy. You don't have to be. I know it's been a while, and I'm fine with letting you have however much time you need or want to be comfortable about this. I already told you this, but I'll say it again so you know that I mean it: I think you look lovely. Not just dressed up the way you are now, but the rest of the time, too — you've got all the right parts in the right places, and in VERY nice proportions. I really do mean it when I say that I consider it a privilege to be with you like this."

My words had the desired effect of calming her down… and doing so a lot more than I'd hoped they would. All I could see were the normal jitters any person has the first time they're intimate with someone they care about. She even managed to give me a smile before saying "Thank you, Jim. Now I know it'll be okay, too."

I moved a little closer to her, and when I tilted my head with the obvious intention of kissing her, her expression told me she welcomed my advance.

I made the first touch of our lips as gentle and loving as I could, and Doris responded in kind. After a couple more osculations, she put her arms around me; in return, I put my hands on her hips and started slowly caressing her sides. Each of our next few kisses increased our mutual affection — and desire. After that, our kissed began to last longer and longer, and increased our passion for each other apace. I'd moved my hands from her sides so that I could enjoy the surprisingly tight globes of her ass when she briefly touched her tongue to my lips; I didn't hesitate to send MY tongue out in welcome to hers. It didn't take but a few seconds for them to begin a game of tag that ranged from her mouth to mine, and back again.

She also began pressing herself against me, and I delighted in the feel of her breasts pillowed against my chest — even through the clothes that we had on. I decided to remove any impediments to feeling her body against mine through the simple expedient of taking the tab of the zipper that held her dress closed, and running it down as far as it would go.

The added ventilation at her hindquarters must have drawn her attention to our shared problem; after taking her tongue away from mine, she released her hold on me and took a step back. Looking into my eyes, she didn't hesitate to reach up to the shoulders of her dress and slide them down — and revealing the orbs of her breasts to me. Each was about the size of half of a grapefruit, though slightly pear-shaped, and capped by a slightly puffy areola about the diameter of a half-dollar and just a couple of shades darker than her skin. Her nipples were perhaps three-quarters of a centimeter across, neatly centered, and stuck out roughly a quarter of an inch — that latter figure increasing even as I watched.

When she paused what she was doing, I took the opportunity to lean forward and place a soft kiss at the apex of each mammary before giving it a brief lick. When I raised up again, I could see that that simple gesture both reassured and pleased her. Accompanied by a little wriggling that I found quite entrancing, Doris got her dress down over her hips. With nothing to hold it in place, it simply fell to the floor around her ankles when she let it go; that was when I discovered that in addition to being braless, Doris had been sans panties, too: there wasn't anything else to impede my view of the narrow strip of her muff. Barely wider than the mound underneath, it was as pale as the hair on her head and extended only a little way up her abdomen. Even standing up as I was, I could see that it was soft and lush — and looked forward to feeling it against my lips and nose later.

I hadn't been entirely sure that she'd had stockings on; it was only when she reached down and began to roll one of them down her legs that I noticed the tops of them. She looked at me in surprise when she heard me tell her "Go ahead and leave them on, if you want — I like the way they look on you."

Smiling, she smoothed out the one she'd started to remove; once she was done, she gave me a come-hither look before slowly turning herself in a full circle and giving me the chance to see the delightful ass that I'd had in my hands.

Facing me again, she put her hands on her hips and raised an eyebrow; recognizing it as the "Well? It's your turn!" it was, I proceeded to extract myself from my best suit — something that took appreciably longer than she'd needed. When I was done, though, she seemed to be every bit as pleased by what she saw of me as I'd been of her. When she stepped close and took me into her arms again, I delighted in the feel of her pubic thatch teasing my semi-erect cock, and her longer and harder nipples boring into my chest.

Our kisses quickly picked up from where they'd left off, and then proceeded to become even more passionate as our hands wandered each other's naked bodies.

There was a distinct aroma of aroused female in the air, and I was appreciably more than semi-erect when Doris pulled her head back to tell me "Kissing is good, but I'm ready for more now!"

That was all the prompting I needed to turn loose of her so the two of us could go over to her bed. I helped pull the covers down, and the two of us met again in the middle.

She readily let me guide her to lay on her back after I got propped up on my side so we could go back to kissing again — but with the added benefit of being able to reach the really fun parts on each other. I was more than a little pleased to discover that Doris' breasts were surprisingly firm for a woman that had borne a child, and just how luxurious her pubic hair was. Judging from the way her cool hand stayed busy with my erect penis, and scrotum, she found me to be more than acceptable, too.

We'd reached the point that it was a tough proposition kissing each other because of how much we were panting with our increasing desire. At great personal sacrifice, I gave up her lips in favor of moving my oral attentions to other places on her body. Starting with her neck and ears and shoulders, I gradually shifted my efforts lower and lower until I was finally able to take the peak of one of her breasts between my lips… something that was accompanied by a moan of pleasure from her. It didn't take me long at all to get her rubbery nipple as long as the first digit on my little finger, and the pink flesh around it tight and swollen.

While I was happily trying to see what kinds of things I could do to her breasts with my mouth and lips, my hand was busy further down. I suspect that I could have spent hours running my fingers through her pelvic thatch, it was that soft and enticing; but there were other parts of her that I wanted to investigate, too. The first time I softly ran the tips of my fingers up the insides of her thighs, Doris moaned deep in her throat as she opened herself up to me. Even with an invitation like that, I didn't immediately begin checking out her womanhood. Slowly and patiently, enjoying what I was doing, I took the time to manually learn as much about her as I could before finally letting my fingers come to rest along her cleft.

Underneath the pad of my middle finger, there was the warmth and wetness at the entrance of Doris' vagina; from there to the base of my finger, I felt what could only be the edges of her labia softly touching me. Simply curling my finger, I was able to dip it between her vaginal lips and draw it lightly across her wet opening before easing it further along between her furrow. Doris moaned again as I did, and even lifted her hips to try and increase the contact I was making. I repeated my efforts several more times, each ending with my fingertip a little closer to her clitoris.

When I finally made the softest and briefest of contacts with that organ, Doris released a deep groan as she tried to open her legs even farther. Carefully and gently, I went about mapping every crevice and every fold of her pelvis between bouts of teasing her opening and toying with the sensitive pearl of flesh that she was granting me access to.

By the time I was ready to concede that I couldn't think of anything new or innovative to do to Doris' breasts, she was moaning almost constantly. When I finally raised my head, I saw that not only had she developed an aroused blush, it had extended partway down her chest. I'll confess to feeling rather pleased with myself as I lowered my head again so I could go back to giving her soft skin little lip-bites and kisses as I blazed a circuitous trail from her mammaries to points south…

She didn't seem to notice where I'd gotten to when my lips finally began to feel the tender touch of her pubic covering. After I'd gotten a little farther along, I found that the feel of it against my lips and lower face were even more pleasant than I'd expected; more than anything, it was as though my skin was in contact with the softness of a cat's belly.

But that also put my nose that much closer to the source of the enticing aroma emanating from between her smooth thighs — a siren call that I could resist for only so long. Moving my body over hers, then settling between her spread legs, I was left with a truly incredible view of her.

Directly in front of me was the mound of her sex, of course. The thick, soft carpet over her mons was faintly split at the top, where her quarter-inch-high clitoris was fully exposed. As the part in her hair progressed south, it also became more pronounced and revealed more and more of her medium-thick and slightly long vaginal lips. The last of it was plainly split by the parentheses at the entrance to her vagina — which was plainly visible, and glistening darkly with her arousal. That close to her, the heady scent of her was thick in my nostrils and got my mouth watering in anticipation of sampling oils I could see beginning to pool.

After taking a deep breath through my nose (to try and memorize her aroma), I lowered my head and let the tip of my tongue touch the ring of her opening before slowly curling it upwards to collect what I could of her essence. The taste of her was a treasure: vaguely sweet, yet with a most appealing earthiness. I wasn't the slightest bit reluctant to collect sample after sample of her nectar, then do whatever I could to please and tease her into producing more.

Without intending to, I managed to bring her to a small orgasm from the enthusiasm and dedication I demonstrated. I had gotten distracted by wondering how she'd react when I meant to have her climax when she got my attention again by telling me "That felt real good, but what I want is to have you inside me — humping me, to be perfectly frank and crude about it."

Deciding that I wanted that, too, I made one more pass across her opening with my tongue before getting to my hand and knees and moving myself back up her body. When I was in position above her, I carefully lowered myself so that our bodies were touching — and more importantly, so that my erect penis was nestled against her mound. With my upper body not being quite as far down, I had the sensation of her breasts pillowed against my chest with her hard nipples as their center points. Doris reached up and pulled my head down so she could give me a kiss that barely started before her tongue was trying to power-clean my tonsils. When she was done, there was a smokey look in her eyes as she asked "You gonna just leave that thing laying there, or are you gonna stick it in me?"

I couldn't help grinning as I answered "I guess I'll stick in in you, since that seems to be what you want." That got her to grin back at me before I started moving my hips until the head of my erection began to slide down her mons. Once I felt the warmth and wetness of her vaginal entrance against the end of my penis, I reached between us to take hold of it and slide it up and down to wet the head with her oils before settling it against her opening again.

I began to press my hips forward — only to feel her start to tense up in response. I immediately backed off, and waited several seconds before trying again… and getting the same results. Only after I'd ceased my efforts again did I realize what might be going on.

Patiently and gently, I told her "Doris, I don't want to just fuck you — and that's what I'd be doing if I had to force myself into you. I said I was fine with you taking however much time you needed to be comfortable about this, and I meant it; I'm not going to be inside you until you LET me in, okay?"

Doris looked at me blankly for a second, then surprised me by blushing faintly before telling me "I'm sorry, Jim. Toward the end, before I left him, the rat bastard would just… fuck me whenever he had the passing desire to get his rocks off — without bothering himself about whether or not I was ready. I got so used to it that when I felt you start pushing against me, I guess I just flashed back to what HE did."

I quickly reassured her "It's okay, Doris. I expect that if it had been me, I'd have had the same reaction."

She answered "I'm still sorry, though. But now that I know I was doing it, I can stop. Please… try it again — I want you in me!"

Looking into her eyes, I began to ease myself against her again — and knew that she DID want my cock in her when I felt the tight ring of her opening begin to relax, granting me entry. I discovered that she was more than a little snug inside, but her lubrication made it possible for me to get nearly a quarter of my erection through her portal before I decided to stop. She pulled my head down to give me another kiss, and when she let me lift my head again, the expression on her face told me that she was pleased to have even that much of me.

After I made sure I was wetted with her oils, I began to slide myself farther into her to her visible happiness. There was only about a third of my penis still outside her when I paused again. Another brief session of sliding myself back and forth to keep us lubricated, and my last slow-motion thrust into her ended with my penis thoroughly encased in her warm, wet channel — something that plainly delighted her.

After giving her a little time to let me know if she needed anything, I slowly eased myself back again until only the head of my erection was inside her. I paused for a moment, then pressed forward again and slowly buried myself in her in a single long stroke… to the accompaniment of an equally long pleased groan of pleasure from her. After that, my movements in her gradually became faster with her arousal and passion rising proportionally. It wasn't but a very few minutes before I was sliding in and out of her in a steady rhythm that pleased BOTH of us.

As warm and tight and wet as she was inside, I was getting a lot more pleasure from what we were doing than I necessarily wanted. But from the way Doris arched herself up in welcome to each of my thrusts, and the nearly constant moans and groans of satisfied desires she was making, I didn't figure that I needed to worry about making sure she enjoyed our activities. In fact, I could tell that she had moved a good ways toward her release when I began to feel the sensations that told me it was going to happen for me, too. As both of us got nearer and nearer the finish, I started thinking that she was going to be the one to find her release first… and found myself looking forward to the feelings that I figured she'd create around me when it happened.

As I'd thought might happen, Doris slid into a climax ahead of me. Whether it was wish fulfillment or not, I'll probably never know; what I'm sure of is that the clenching and spasming of her vagina was enough to push ME over the edge with her — and had me spraying her insides with my semen MUCH harder than I'd experienced for quite some time.

Both of us were panting heavily, and sported a fine sheen of perspiration as I held myself over Doris after our respective climaxes had ended. Since I'd been the more active of the two of us, I wasn't surprised when Doris was the first one to speak, softly exclaiming "Holy crap, that was good!"

I somehow managed to find the breath and energy to tell her "I'm glad you enjoyed it."

"That was a hell of a lot more than just 'enjoyed', and you damn well know it!" she told me, a trifle testily.

I couldn't help chuckling for a moment, then heard a more contrite tone in her voice as she said "Okay, fine, you were teasing me. Ha, ha, very funny. But that was still a hell of a lot better than anything else I ever had with that rat bastard. Now you've got me looking forward to what happens now that we've gotten past the first time together. I don't know if I'll be able to wait to find out what you do to me next time!"

I couldn't resist tweaking her a little more by telling her "I think you'll be able to wait, okay — I mean, an hour or so isn't all that long, is it?"

A couple of seconds went by, then she gave me a couple of nudges that let me know she wanted me to raise up a little bit. I did, and saw that she was looking at me strangely before she demanded "Are you just jerking my chain some more, or can you really get it up again tonight?"

I just gave her a lecherous grin before answering "I guess you'll know in an hour, won't you?", causing her eyes to widen at the idea that I might not be jerking her chain. She started to move under me then, and suddenly realized that my semi-erect penis was still inside her. Her expression quickly changed to one of tenderness as she told me "You are such a dear — not only holding yourself up so you don't squash me, but staying with me like this to let me know you care."

"Doris, I do care. But if you don't like it or anything, I can get up and off of you if you want."

Realizing that I was teasing her again, she just gave me a withering look before saying "When you slip out of me, I'd appreciate it if you would get up and get off of me so I can go clean your stuff out of me before it leaks all over everything. It felt like you'd NEVER stop squirting in me!", the last in feigned indignation.

Going along with her, I did my best unfairly accused innocence act as I answered "Well, that wasn't my fault… I mean, you made ME feel pretty good, too…"

I must have done a pretty good job with it, because she looked like she wasn't sure whether I was sincere or just messing with her again. She was spared from having to decide which one by the feeling of my flaccid penis pulling free of her intimate embrace. It crossed my mind to pretend ignorance of what happened and what I was supposed to do, but I didn't want to push things too hard; so I quickly lifted myself up, and got out of her way. With a blush, she pressed her hand against her crotch to stem any leakage before quickly getting out of bed and disappearing into her bathroom — and securely closing the door behind her. After laughing to myself for a bit, I just laid back and waited to see what she wanted to do next: clean up a little (my preference was together), or snuggle for a while.

I got my answer a couple of minutes later when the bathroom door opened, and I heard her say "I guess you might as well wash up with me… just in case you're not just bullshitting me about later."

I happily went in to join her for a quick (but thorough) and intimate shower. Dried off and back in bed, the two of us spooned with her in front of me while we talked about how we wanted to deal with letting Gail know about us. That didn't take as long as it could have, leaving us with some time before the "deadline" I'd given her.

We were laying there in a companionable silence as I toyed with one of her nipples. The feeling of her firm ass against my penis started feeling pretty good, and the way that it would occasionally flex started to have an effect on me. I think she may have been half-asleep, because it took longer than I thought it would for her to notice what was happening. When she did, though, she turned her head to look at me in surprise.

I just grinned, and asked "So… still think I might have been just jerking your chain?", causing her to blush.

She scooted herself away a little bit so that she could roll onto her back again. As she looked at my semi-erect penis, I heard her softly mutter "I'll be damned!" before she looked at me again and asked "We can? Really?"

"Yeah, really", I told her. "Of course, it would happen faster if I had a little assistance and inspiration; and I'd be MORE than happy to help get you going again, too…"

What started as a look of anticipation on her face dissolved into something else before she told me "What you did to me before… with your mouth… that was the first time anyone ever did anything like that to me. The first time I heard about it, I thought it sounded like it would feel real good; so when I realized you were going to do it, I didn't mind. And you made it feel as good as I thought it would."

I nodded, and she went on "Now, tonight, I… I want to do the same thing for you — except I don't really know how. I saw it done when he made me watch porno movies with him, but I'd never do it myself 'cause I knew it'd just get him going too much and there'd be even less time for me to start feeling good. So I want to do it, with you, but I'm not sure how and I don't want to make you disappointed."

I leaned over far enough to give her a soft kiss, then told her "It's okay, Doris. Whether you want to do that or not, either is fine with me. You've told me you've never done it before, and that's okay. If you want to learn how with me, I can promise you that you won't disappoint me — that's just not what happens."

Somewhat reassured, she gave me a brief nod of her head before saying "I know you'd never lie to me, Jim, so if you say it'll be okay, then… then I'd like to try."

I gave her another soft kiss and told her "You'll do fine. You'll see."

With that nonsense out of the way, it didn't take long for us to get situated in the classic "69" position with her on top of me. Of course, I certainly didn't notice her initial hesitation, or how tentative she was at first. With the non-verbal encouragement I gave her, it didn't take her long to get into the spirit of things. Not everything she did felt good, but nothing she tried felt bad, either; and as she started getting the results she wanted, her confidence increased accordingly.

Meanwhile, I was having a dandy time taking care of things at my end. She'd said that what I'd done to her before felt good, and remembering how she'd had a small orgasm just from me trying to get her "warmed up", I figured it was my duty to show her just how good it could make her feel. It was an obligation I fell to with a will.

I'd been told once before that I could make a living eating pussy, and I deliberately went about doing everything I could to give Doris as much pleasure as I could manage. It didn't take me long to get her almost dripping her oils for my happy taste buds to collect. I had a fine time seeing just how long I could tease her medium-thick and velvety-soft vaginal lips into becoming. My efforts to lick her ovaries failed, but not from lack of trying. Her sensitive clitoris was subjected to all manner of torture and gentle abuse by my lips and tongue and mouth. When the supply of her nectar waned slightly, I did my best to softly vacuum them out of her. My lips massaged and tenderized her dark and engorged labia. Anything I'd ever learned about arousing and pleasing a woman orally was put to use.

Doris had gotten me back to semi-erect about the time I brought her to an orgasm. By the time she got me fully erect, she was on the verge of having a second one that was even stronger. I was simply enjoying her dramatically improved oral skills when I teased her into a third that ended only when she all but collapsed on top of me.

I was content to caress her sides and back (and her glorious ass!) while alternating soft kisses to the insides of her thighs when I head her hoarsely tell me "Damn you, Jim!"

Feigning ignorance of what the problem might be, I asked "What?"

To my amusement, she had to clear her throat before she could say "I already told you that it felt good when you do that to me. You didn't have to go and try to kill me with it!"

"Who? Me?"

Yes, you, damn you! That first one was just fine, thank you very much; but you just HAD to keep doing all that other stuff, too, and make me have another orgasm even stronger. And then you try to kill me with this last one! Christ, I didn't think it was ever going to end! And now all I can do is just lay here, and not even THINK about doing anything else."

"You didn't like them?"

"Dammit, that's the problem! I did like them — too damn much!"

With a bit of effort (she wasn't a small woman, after all) and little more than token assistance from Doris, I got her off of me and settled on her back on the bed. After quickly reversing my orientation, I got myself settled in next to her. Cupping her breast in my hand, I looked at her and saw that she wasn't so much upset with me about what I'd done as she was stunned and surprised by the results. When I lowered my head to kiss her, she put her hand behind my neck and held me in place so she could fence tongues with me for a bit. By the time she let me go again, I knew that she was starting to recover. After I raised my head, I saw that she granted me provisional forgiveness — and quietly resolved not to do anything like that to her again until we'd gotten her stamina built up.

So that she'd have some time to get some of her energy back, I figured to just let her lay there until she let me know she was ready for us to go on. Rather than just lay there, however, I continued to exchange kisses with her; some of them were loving and affectionate, while she turned others into more passionate and lusty events. I also kept my hand in almost constant motion on her: caressing or squeezing her breasts, teasing and toying with her nipples, softly stroking her abdomen, running my fingertips through her pubic pelt, and generally acting like a pubescent boy with his first naked female.

Doris had started responding to my touches, so it wasn't any surprise when I felt her reach down to take my penis in her hand. I simply had to smile at the expression on her face when she discovered that I was still fully erect — the mixture of surprise, awe, and delight were almost comical. Still she didn't let anything stop her from giving me a gentle squeeze before she started stroking me in an apparent effort to make sure I was ready for what she wanted us to do.

It didn't take her long to satisfy herself that I was "up" to the task; with a gentle nudge, a few soft touches, and a look, she let me know that she wanted me inside her again.

She'd spread her legs and pulled her knees up to open herself to me as much as she could before I moved between her thighs and got myself positioned against her opening. Our eyes locked, and with only the most minute nod of her head, she let me know she was ready. When I started to press myself into her, I quickly learned just how ready she was — much wetter than she'd been the first time, she provided ample lubrication for my penis as it slowly filled her chamber. She was still damn near as tight inside as she'd been before, and easily as warm… almost hot, even. By taking it slow and easy, I was able to fill her with my manhood in a single continuous push.

With the ring of her entrance clenched around the base of my cock, I paused — but only for a moment, because she pressed herself up against me… making it clear that she wanted me to continue.

Since she was so obviously ready and willing, I knew that I didn't have to concern myself so much about not rushing her or making sure she stayed comfortable. It took only a couple of minutes for me to get into the cycle of penetration and withdrawal that had pleased both of us before. Doris responded to my efforts even more quickly than she had the first time, and went even further to become an active partner in our copulation.

It didn't take long for the room to be filled with the enticing aroma of aroused female, and the liquid sounds of our coupling. Those were leavened with the assortment of moans, gasps, groans, and other noises of pleasure and arousal both of us were making.

Doris didn't have any trouble reaching a fairly strong orgasm, and sooner than she had when I'd been in her the first time. When it was over, she was feeling frisky enough to want to try being on top of me — something that she'd never done before. Feeling a little tired, I was agreeable enough, and we got ourselves changed around. Doris got a look of absolute bliss as she settled herself down onto my erection the first time… and looked even more pleased when she somehow managed to get the last fraction of an inch of it. I'll confess to enjoying the several minutes that followed as she experimented with how it felt when she moved in different ways, and even gained some rudimentary control over her vaginal muscles. That accomplished, she went on to enjoy the hell out of her first experience at self-impalement. My ability to reach up and do a variety of things to her wobbling breasts, and even suck on her nipples at times, may have contributed somewhat. Supporting her body with her arms, she was able to bounce herself on my erection to a second (if slightly less intense) release. With all the really fun bits available, I had a nice time molesting her as she got her breath and energy back.

When she was alert enough to realize that I hadn't climaxed, and was still hard and inside her, she was more than ready for us to continue. My suggestion that I do her from behind met with her approval; the slight noise that resulted when she raised up and my penis pulled out of her caused her to blush furiously — but didn't lessen her enthusiasm. A minute later, she was on her hands and knees with me tucked in behind her. I easily buried myself in her again, and we were off on another adventure. She found the different angle I was entering her at to be a little more stimulating, and it wasn't but a couple of minutes before she orgasmed again. The feeling of her hot and wet vagina around my cock as it happened did wonders at stimulating ME, and got me started toward finding my own release.

The increase in my "enthusiasm" as I increased my pleasure only served to stimulate Doris even more. I'd reached the point where my finish was inevitable when I realized that I was probably going to cum before she could climax again. I didn't expect that she'd be upset if that happened, but I was reluctant to leave her feeling unfinished, too. Leaning forward enough to get my arm around her, I slid my hand between her thighs and used the overflow of her juices so that I could start adding to her pleasure by teasing her clitoris.

It worked a lot better than I'd thought, and it wasn't long until I could feel her body begin to tense up with an approaching climax. Figuring that it was better to cum in her after than before, I just kept doing what I was; I doubt that it took even a full minute for her to find her release for the fourth time since our second session of lovemaking had started.

As it turned out, I was a lot closer to my own finish than I'd thought; the repeated clenching and spasming of Doris' womanhood proved to be all the trigger I needed to find my own release. I managed to stuff myself as far inside her as I could just ahead of trying to coat her tonsils with my cum.

By the time I finished emptying myself in her, I felt nearly as weak as a kitten; judging from the way Doris was gasping and weaving around underneath me as I supported myself with my arms, she wasn't doing any better, and probably worse. Letting my head hang down so that my mouth was next to her ear, I told her "I think if we help each other, we can lay down without getting hurt… or having to unhook."

It took a second for her to raise her head and turn it to look at me after she realized my penis was still mostly inside her. Still panting, the best she could do in response to my suggestion was to nod her agreement.

After giving the situation a few seconds thought, I provided the guidance that let her cooperate with me so we could move from where we were to where we wanted to be. We managed to get it done without any mishaps, so when we were finished, I was laying behind her with my arm across her body — and one of her breasts in my hand, with her holding it there. The way we were positioned, my penis continued to serve as a plug, even after it had gone completely soft. Both of us were careful not to move too much because neither of us was in any condition to do anything about it if it slipped free.

I was content to wait and see what Doris' reaction would be to what we'd just done, and I found out what that was when she quietly announced "If I'd known that sex could be anything like that, I damn sure wouldn't have gotten married the way I did. Or were you doing something special that other guys don't?"

"I don't think I was doing anything really different than any other guy", I answered. "Except maybe that I've learned to hold off cumming so that I and whoever I'm with can enjoy it more. If I'm doing anything 'special', it's just caring about you, and trying to make YOU feel good, too."

She seemed to consider that for a few seconds before telling me "After the way you've made me feel tonight, I can tell you that that 'just' is by-god special enough for me! I have never had it feel that good before, never mind having anywhere near that many orgasms in one night." A moment later, I heard her laugh briefly before she told me "And to think that I was worried that I wouldn't be able to enjoy sex with you!", causing me to chuckle.

Another couple of minutes went by, and I heard her say "I'm grateful that you're holding so still so that your penis stays where it is, but I'm still going to have to clean up sooner or later. Thing is, I'm not sure how soon I'll have the energy, after what YOU did with me!"

I knew what kind of condition Doris was in, and I readily told her "Don't worry about it. Just hold still, try not to leak all over the place, and I'll take care of it" — earning myself something of a dirty look before she asked "What do you mean you'll 'take care of it'?"

"Just what I said. When it happens, I'll be the one to get up; I'll go into the bathroom and get a couple things. Then we can stay here until you're ready to get up."

She looked at me uncertainly, and I decided that rather than keep trying to convince her, I'd just go ahead and DO it. Without bothering to give her any warning, I simply pulled my hips back before quickly scrambling out of bed. A quick trip into the bathroom netted me a towel which I hurried to get out to Doris. Somewhat bashfully, she took it from me; to spare her any further embarrassment, I went back into the bathroom. I took a little more time to get a washcloth, and dampen it with some warm water. Back in the bedroom, she didn't object when I had her roll over onto her back — but DID protest when I leaned over and started to wipe up the surplus of our combined fluids that glistened on her legs and pelvis. Ignoring her voiced complaints, and not letting her have the washcloth when she demanded it, it didn't take me long to take care of things. Then it was into the bathroom again to rinse the cloth out and set it to dry before going into the bedroom to lay next to her again — ignoring to Look she was giving me.

Laying on my side, I let my arm rest on her belly so I could use my fingertips to enjoy the softness of her skin.

Doris didn't wait long to tell me "Thank you for bringing me the towel; but you didn't have to do that other part."

"No, I didn't… but I was glad to. You've told me how good I've made you feel, and I wanted you to know that I've enjoyed it as much as you have. Besides, it was from both of us; I care about you and you're tired, so I just took care of it FOR you. So quit fussing at me."

I could see that she still wasn't happy about what I'd done, but my words had gone a good way toward settling her mind about it.

We continued to lay there quietly, content to simply be next to each other, for several more minutes. It was Doris that broke the silence by telling me "If we stay like this any longer, I'm going to fall asleep here. I think we'd better clean up a little before we go to bed."

I asked if she wanted the bathroom to herself, and she told me "No, not now. If you want to, we can take a quick shower together; I'm just too damn tired for anything more."

I agreed that that sounded like a winner, and the two of us got each other rinsed off and ready for bed in fairly short order. After the lights were out, Doris was spooning against my front with my arm around her when she told me "What we did… it was really nice, Jim, and you made me feel SO good. But it's laying here like this, with you holding me, and knowing that you'll be here in the morning, too, that really makes me happy."

I gave her a gentle hug and kissed the back of her neck before answering "I makes me happy, too, Doris."

With a contented sigh, she wriggled herself a little closer to me; I don't think it was much longer until both of us were fast asleep.

The next morning, it took a couple of tries before I was able to get Doris to wake up. Once she opened her eyes and saw me, though, her whole face lit up in happiness. I regretted the necessity of telling her "As much as I'd like to stay here with you, I really do need to get to work. If you're feeling brave and feisty, you can take a shower with me; but if you're tired, go ahead and go back to sleep."

Almost immediately, she threw the covers back and told me that a shower was just what she needed. After we'd given each other time to take care of our personal needs, we had a wonderful time cleaning, teasing, and molesting each other in the shower. We'd dried off, and I was getting dressed when Doris suggested that I could keep a change of clothes there so I wouldn't have to go home before going to work in the future. When I said that I would, she looked delighted.

We were in the kitchen while I finished up the breakfast she'd made me when Gail came in — considerably surprised to see me there that early. As we'd discussed the night before, Doris was the one to tell her daughter that I'd spent the night with her. From there, Doris went on to explain things (with some assistance from me), and answer the questions that Gail naturally had. By the time it was all over, Gail seemed to be quite accepting of the situation… much to my, and Doris', relief.

The rest of that summer, Doris and I spent quite a few evenings and nights together. I wasn't over at her place every night, of course, but we did manage to spend enough time together that she was able to develop her stamina for lovemaking and orgasms considerably. In return, I was the beneficiary of her desire to learn how to give better oral sex. Throughout, the two of us made it clear to each other that we cared. Neither of us made any demands on the other, and both of us were clear that there weren't any expectations, either. Basically, we were just a couple of people that really liked and enjoyed each other, and let that expand into a physical relationship.

Along the way, Gail stopped being surprised when she found me having breakfast with her mother. With me spending more evenings there, Gail also gradually lost her inhibitions about how she was dressed. The first time she got ready for bed before coming in to watch TV with us, I was more than a little surprised when she showed up dressed only in panties and a slightly too-small shirt of some kind that clearly revealed the size and shape of her breasts, and the precise location of her nipples. But I carefully didn't take any notice of it; nor did Doris, after a glance to see if I was bothered by it.

Gail never made a habit out of dressing that way when I was there; but it wasn't uncommon, either. What she wore to bed fluctuated considerably, as well — it could be anything from an over-sized T-shirt that revealed nothing (other than she was naked under it, when the material got pulled too tight) to even more abbreviated outfits than the one she'd turned up in the first time. However she was dressed, I simply acted as though such things were commonplace in my life, and continued to treat her the way I always had.

It was a few weeks after school started again that Doris told me she thought something was going on with Gail. I asked her what she meant, and she said that Gail's grades were poorer than when she'd been in middle school. She went on to tell me that she'd also heard from a couple of Gail's teachers that she was being somewhat disruptive in their classes. The last thing she had to say was that Gail was starting to make new friends that Doris didn't care for.

After a little bit of question-and-answer, I had to admit to Doris that I really didn't have any idea of what was going on. We talked about it a little bit, and finally decided that the only thing to be done was wait to see if it was just a temporary adjustment problem for Gail, or something more serious. Doris wasn't real happy about it, but conceded that the situation wasn't severe enough for her to be able to take any kind of definitive action. She was somewhat reassured when I said that I'd see if Gail wanted to talk to me.

When I'd first started talking to Gail about leaving her father, and her parents getting divorced, I'd done so while it was just the two of us — taking her out for ice cream, or to play miniature golf, or some other fun event. Over the years, I'd continued to do such things with her, if only to make sure everything was still okay with her; the next time it was just me and her doing something fun together, I casually asked how things were going now that she was in high school. She admitted to having some unspecified problems, but then told me that high school wasn't anything like middle school had been. I agreed with her on that, and after reminding her that she could come to me if she was having any problems, let it go. I didn't want to get in the way of her finding her own solutions to her problems, and she'd already shown me that she was willing to let me know if something was bothering her.

After a few more weeks went by, it was pretty clear even to me that something was going on with Gail. Aside from the problems she was having about her grades, and at school, she was in almost constant conflict with her mother — and was sometimes even getting an attitude with ME. I tried to stay out of it as much as possible (other than doing what I could to help Doris), but there finally came a point when I figured I couldn't let it go any longer.

Doris had invited me over to watch a movie at their place, and I'd agreed — it was a recent release, and something I'd been waiting for. When I showed up, Gail was the one to let me in. Gail made some passing comment about the popcorn I'd brought for all of us; just as casually, I said that I'd only be watching the movie with them. Gail responded with "You're not spending the night? Mom's going to be disappointed…"

Not only was it the first time she'd ever made any comment about my spending the night there, but what she'd said (and how) left me stunned. I could only stand there in silence as I watched her go back to her room.

A few seconds later, Doris came out — and after seeing the expression I must have had on my face, wanted to know what was wrong. Hesitantly, and careful about how I said things, I told her. Doris' first reaction was horror that Gail had actually said anything like that. Immediately following that, she was embarrassed that Gail would be commenting on HER sex life. When those two reactions had passed, she wanted to force Gail to apologize to me before being severely punished. It was when she was psyching herself up to go get Gail that I told her "Doris, don't."

"Don't what? Make her apologize? Try to get her to understand that she shouldn't be saying things like that — to anybody, never mind you? Let her know that she shouldn't be taking any interest in her mother's sex life? Don't WHAT, Jim?"

Having calmed myself down, I had to try to do the same for Doris. Patiently (and slowly, so she'd have more time to get herself under control again), I told her that I wasn't offended by what Gail had said, though I was certainly surprised by it. Then I went on to point out that for Gail to say something like that to me was so out-of-character that it might even give us some idea of what was bothering her. Doris didn't seem entirely certain, but her willingness to hear the rest of what I had to say may well have prevented an outright fight between the two of them.

As Doris sat there listening to me, I was able to get her to understand that Gail's comment gave us the perfect opportunity and reason to set the youngster down and find out what the hell was going on with her. Doris agreed that Gail would know that what she'd said had been inappropriate — even if it was after the fact. I also pointed out that we could use whatever guilt Gail felt about it as leverage to learn what the real, base problem was so we could try to deal with it. While it wasn't as direct and immediate and viscerally satisfying as storming into Gail's room and getting into some kind of screaming match, it was likely to prove more productive… a point that Doris finally had to cede.

Next to be dealt with was which one of us was going to go get her. After no small amount of back-and-forth, Doris ultimately agreed that Gail was more likely to be cooperative with me. I was relieved when it took only a little discussion for us to agree to have our "sit-down" with Gail around the kitchen table. Both of us got up, and when I went to get Gail, Doris went into the kitchen.

As I'd thought, Gail was pretty much expecting a visit from me; from the way she acted, I knew that SHE knew she'd way overstepped her bounds. When I asked her to, she reluctantly followed me into the kitchen, where I found that Doris had gotten drinks for all of us. Gail was visibly less than happy to see Doris there, too, but sat down easily enough when I asked her to.

As Doris and I had agreed, I was the one to get things going by asking Gail to tell me what had made her talk to me the way she had. I wasn't above using every advantage I had available, and used the tone of my voice to convince her that she'd hurt my feelings… terribly. Instead of answering, Gail started to cry, and I used her silence to lay a guilt trip on her that would have made a Jewish mother proud. By the time I was done, it was all Gail could do to blubber out that she was sorry. Playing on her emotional state, I told Gail that I accepted her apology, but that I really liked her and cared for her and that I was worried about her — and asked why she would say something like that to me.

Another bout of crying and sniffling ensued, and my patient, gentle questioning finally drew the answer that there was something bothering her. When I looked over to Doris, she silently let me know to keep going, since I was doing so well.

With Gail's admission that there was something bothering her, I had all the reason I needed to continue. Keeping my voice soft, I kept prodding at her, and asking her open-ended questions to encourage her to give me more than short, simple answers. I took my time about it, too; I'd ask her a question, then let it hang in the silence until she responded. It didn't happen quickly, but I was able to peel away the layers of excuses and justifications and imagined wrongs to get closer and closer to whatever the core issue was. Along the way, Gail focused more and more on me; either forgetting or ignoring that her mother was there — greatly helped by the fact that Doris remained quiet, and still. The few times that Gail raised her gaze from her lap, it was to look at me… without so much as a glance at Doris. No small number of tears were shed (by Gail and Doris, both), we'd all exhausted the beverages we'd started with, and a couple of hours had gone by before I figured it was the right time to ask my final question.

"Gail, honey, we've talked about all kinds of things, and you've told me about all the problems you're having with the kids at school, and a lot of other stuff. But there's still one thing that I don't understand, and I've been hoping that you cared for me and trusted me enough to tell me: what is it that's really bothering you, deep down inside?"

Gail started crying (again), and nearly a minute went by before I heard the anguish in her voice as she softly told me "I… I… I wish you weren't staying in Mom's bed."

"Why not? Because I'm not your Dad? You don't like it that we're having sex?"

She shook her head, and managed to tell me "I don't care that you're not Daddy — I'm glad, even, 'cause I see how happy Mom is. And it isn't because you're having sex with her, either. It's…" before falling silent again.

After waiting a few seconds to see if she was going to continue, I finally asked "Then what is it, honey?"

She raised her head then, and I could see the disappointment and hurt on her face as she told me "I want to be with you, too, like Mom is! But even when I try to show you that I'm old enough, you don't pay any attention to me that way!" before lowering her head again.

To say that I was stunned at hearing that wouldn't even begin to cover it; when I looked over at Doris, it was plain that she was as shocked as I was at hearing what Gail had said.

When I'd gotten my wits back, I told Gail "Sweetheart, I'm flattered that you would want to be with me — really, I am. But remember that it wasn't so long ago that you turned fifteen. Fifteen, honey. That's less than half as old as I am, and it's too young for me to be with you that way; it's even against the law for anything like that to happen. Maybe you don't think I've noticed how much you've grown up, but I have. Didn't your mom tell you what I said about how you looked that night we went out?"

Talking in the general direction of her lap, Gail answered "I know I'm only fifteen, Jim! But I found out that a LOT of girls have sex by the time they're my age… even most of them. And I know that I'm a lot younger than you are, but I don't care! I don't want you to be, like, my boyfriend or anything; I just want to BE with you. I… I want you to be the one I give my cherry to, 'cause I know you'd be nice about it; not like the older girls I hear talking at school, that say it hurt and went too fast when they were with a guy the first time. I know there's laws against you being with me, too, but I'd never, ever say anything to ANYBODY about it, because you've always been so nice and everything, and I know how much you care about me. Yeah, Mom told me what you said, about me being lovely and how you were proud to have me with you. But if you really think I'm pretty, why won't you even look at me when I try to show you how nice I look?"

"Gail, just because I don't stare or say anything about it, that doesn't mean that I don't notice that you're growing into a very pretty and sexy young woman. Yes, a woman — but still a young one. Besides, I don't think your mom would appreciate it if I started looking at you too much, or saying anything about how you look or what you have on."

"But it's not like you're doing anything to trick me, or anything; I'm showing you how my boobs look because I want to. And don't think I don't still want us to be together, either! I was thinking about maybe finding out what sex was like even before you stayed with Mom that first time; and I was wanting you to really LOOK at me even before that. It wasn't until you'd stayed here a couple of times that I realized I wanted to be with YOU my first time. Sometimes I can hear it when you and Mom are doing stuff, and I can tell how good you make her feel — and I want it to be like that for me, too. I touch myself sometimes, and it feels good, and I've even had orgasms; but they've never been anything like what it sounds like happens to Mom when she's with you. I told you, I don't want us to be a couple or anything like that. I know how lonely Mom gets sometimes, 'cause I feel like that, too, and if you staying with her and everything makes her feel better, then I think that's a GOOD thing. I just want you to be with me, too, so I can feel better like that. But you won't even look at me!", she finished, the intensity of her crying picking up.

Even under the best of circumstances, I'm not that good about crying females. When it's one I actually like, it's even worse. Then to have her be so young… well, I wasn't in much of a condition to try and deal with her at that point.

Turning to Doris, I gave her a silent plea to take over.

I was looking at Gail again when Doris spoke up — something that made Gail jump a little, then blush when she realized her mother had heard everything she'd said. I was frankly surprised at how calm and patient Doris sounded when she told her daughter "Gail, honey, I know how you feel right now — honest. When I was your age, I had the same kinds of feelings and thoughts and everything that you're having now; and I know how hard it was for me to deal with them. Really, I haven't forgotten any of that. But I'm older now, too, and I've learned a lot of things since then; and I know how much the way I think has changed, too. I know you feel like you're all grown up, and ready to find out about sex, and all of that… I felt the same way. Now that I'm older, I'm actually glad that I didn't do any of the things that I wanted to so much back then. I know it's hard to hear, but that doesn't make it any less true: you're only fifteen years old, and there's still a whole lot that you don't know… and don't know that you don't know. I love you, honey, more than anything or anyone else in the world. The biggest reason that I wanted to get us out of there and get a divorce was because I didn't want you to grow up with him acting the way he did. I could have put up with it, but I didn't want YOU to have to. Sweetheart, I'd do anything to keep you safe and happy — and I just don't think that you being with a guy is the right thing for you yet. I'm not sure you really understand what it is you want, or what it means; and I'm afraid you'd get hurt — maybe physically, because you're not a full-grown woman yet, but more because I don't think you understand in your heart and in your mind what you want… from Jim or any other guy."

After sitting quietly for a while, Gail lifted her head and looked at her mother as she replied "I know you're worried about that stuff, Mom, and that you love me so much. But this isn't, like, the fifties or something, any more! I had sex education in middle school; I was hearing about things like people using their mouths on each other even before you had that 'growing up' talk with me that time. There's birth control now, and all kinds of sex talk, and sexy ads on TV and radio and all OVER the place. There's all kinds of magazines that have articles about sex, and how two people can try to make each other feel good, and how a girl can masturbate to make herself feel the best, and all that — and that's just in the women's magazines, like you buy! When we were still living with Daddy, sometimes I saw those MOVIES he used to watch, and what the people were doing. Think about it, Mom… when you were growing up, didn't you learn a lot of stuff about boys and girls that wasn't on TV or in movies or anything? Do you really think that it's any different NOW? That with all the other regular sex talk, kids aren't learning even more than they did when you were my age? How many times have you told somebody that kids are more grown up, or mature, than when you were a kid? Even if you don't like it, can't you understand that I'M like that, too?"

Taking a deep breath, Gail went on by saying "Mom, I know that I couldn't go back to being a virgin if I had sex with someone; I don't think YOU understand that nobody really cares any more. I know that it could maybe hurt me the first time I have sex; that's why I want to be with Jim… because I know he really cares about me, and would try to make it hurt as little as he could. I KNOW that being with a guy isn't just about the physical part of it; that I don't want to give a guy my body unless I'm willing to give him my heart, too — YOU told me that, when you explained about Jim staying with you. I understand it, too… and that's what I want to do, with Jim. I know there's laws against me and him doing things together; but those laws were written a long time ago, back when they thought women belonged to men, like a cow or a chicken. They changed the laws so that a woman isn't something a guy OWNS any more — but they haven't changed the laws that try to say I'm too innocent to know whether or not I want to have sex; or that if I do, it's because some guy 'tricked' me because I was stupid. How can they teach kids about something like birth control as though they think we're responsible enough to actually use it, and then tell us we aren't smart or responsible enough to decide about the sex that would happen AFTER the birth control? We can choose to have the ice cream and the chocolate syrup and the whipped cream and the nuts — but not the cherry on top? How does that make any sense?", then lowering her head again a few moments later.

I have to admit that, abstractly, I thought she was making a pretty solid argument for herself, and had some good points. It was the fact that my name kept creeping in that bothered me: I really did like Doris (and even loved her), and treasured Gail; that my lover's teenage daughter wanted a physical relationship with me didn't sit well.

Though she'd never gone to college or anything, I knew that Doris was far from stupid. When I looked over at her after Gail had her say, I could tell that she hadn't expected to have things turned around on her: instead of her giving counsel to Gail, her daughter had handed HER several things to think about.

Doris looked at ME, and as much as I hated it, all I could do was shrug — Gail wasn't MY daughter, after all. Using just hand gestures, I got Doris to understand that I'd talk with her about it without Gail present. Looking relieved at not having to respond to Gail right away, Doris told her "Okay, honey, you've told us what's bothering you… what you want, and why you think it should be allowed. I'm sure you can understand that I'd like some time to think about it before I decide anything."

When Gail raised her head, I knew that she understood that her mother and I wanted to talk alone. Mustering what dignity and composure she had left, she wished both of us a good night before going back to her bedroom.

I don't know how much time passed before I head Doris' resigned "Well, fuck."

With the silence broken, I told Doris "Before either of us says anything else, I want to make it as clear as I can right up front that I do NOT have any designs on your daughter, or ANY interest in helping her fulfill any fantasies she might have."

"I know that, Jim. I saw the expression on your face when she said she wanted you; nobody that wanted to get in bed with her could have looked quite the way you did. I'm just at a total loss about what to DO about all this. Coming in, I thought that all we'd have to do was find out what was bothering her so much and then do whatever we could to fix it. But after what she said… and the questions she asked… I just don't know."

"You know I'll do what I can to help, Doris — but she isn't MY daughter. I'm sorry, but you're the one that's going to have to make the final decision."

"I know. I understood, even when all you did was shrug at me. Thing is, I don't even know where to start trying to figure this out."

"THAT much I think I can help with. If I can offer a suggestion?"

"Please!"

"Get a pad and pencil, and while it's still fresh in your mind, write down everything she said and asked — each one on it's own line. Reorganize them, so that the things she said or asked that are alike are grouped together in whatever way makes sense to you. Then go through them one at a time, and deal with each one by itself. When you've done that, read everything you wrote for each group and write a brief summary for it before going on to the next. Finally, read all the summaries to see what things contradict each other, and which ones are similar before making whatever changes you have to to make the contradictions go away. After you've done all that, you should know what you want to do… which should give you some idea of how to do it."

Doris just sat there for a few seconds, blinking at me, before saying "That's a damn good idea. I see how it works, too. I'll do it!"

Hurriedly, she found a pad of paper and a pen, and quickly wrote down everything she remembered. After she read it aloud to me, I reminded her of a couple of other things, which she added to the list. She tore off the page with the list, and marked off each item on it as she got it re-ordered on a fresh sheet. Once she'd gotten that far, "all" that was left for her was the thinking part. I stayed with her as she worked, answering her infrequent questions and doing what I could to help without intruding on her thought processes.

A little over an hour later, she set the pen aside before standing up and stretching. Then she came over to where I was sitting, and leaned over to give me a kiss before telling me "Thank you, Jim. Not just for the suggestion, but for helping me without getting in the way."

I gave her butt a caress and squeeze as I told her "My pleasure… on both counts."

When she'd sat down again, she looked over what she'd written before telling me "Here's how it looks to me… First, she's right — society today isn't what it was when I was growing up. That brings up the second thing: whether I like it or not, she ISN'T as naive and ignorant about life as I was at her age. Which means, thirdly, that she's going to be more knowledgeable and aware. So fourth, since she IS more those things, she's going to have more opportunity to demonstrate that she's mature and responsible. Fifth, what she said she wants, and why, tell me that she's really thought it through. Finally, the things she said about what she expects from all of it lets me know that she's at least trying to be as grown up about it as she SHOULD be."

Taking a deep breath, Doris told me "Jim, she isn't like how I was at her age. I can either bitch and moan about it, or I can simply accept it as the fact that it is. I'm not going to pretend that I'm HAPPY about what she wants — but I probably wouldn't be if it happened any time while I was alive. But I have to admit that she gave me good reasons about why she wants what she does. I think she also made a case for why she should be allowed to have it."

After pausing for a few moments, Doris looked me in the eyes and said "Jim, my virgin teenage daughter wants you to be the one she gives herself to the first time… and even after that, if I understood her correctly. I'm telling you that not only would I not have a problem with that, I'd be happy for her — because I know that you'd do right by her, and help her learn what sex should be like. I'm telling you that you have my permission to take her to bed and make a woman of her, and that's what I'll tell HER, too. If you can't or won't do that for her, then it'll be up to you to tell her why."

As I'd listened to Doris go through her list, I'd figured that she was probably going to be agreeable to what Gail had said; when she told me the rest of it, I'd known what her decision had been before she'd said it. But it was still something of a surprise to hear her just come right out and tell me she was okay with me fornicating with her teenage daughter. Still, I did notice one thing that Doris hadn't said anything about.

"What about you, Doris?", I asked.

"What do you mean, 'what about me'?"

"You just said that if you understood correctly, she might want me to be with her even after her first time. But everything else you said, it sounded like you expected it would be just one time with her. So my question is: what about you? How are you going to feel if she wants it to be more than just once? If I'm in her bed, then I'm not going to be in yours — how is that going to work?"

Doris made a face before answering "I thought about that. Yeah, there's no denying that it's going to be… different, knowing that you'd do to Gail what you do to me. But I love her, Jim — more than I could ever say. There isn't a doubt in my mind that you'd be everything she needed if you agreed to be the one she's with the first time; and after that, I don't doubt that you'd be the same way with her as you are with me: patient and loving and gentle when she needs it, or passionate and lusty and enthusiastic if those were what she wanted. Knowing that you were doing right by her, whatever she needed or wanted… that's all I'd need to be okay with it. Are you saying you'll do it?"

"Not yet — if ever", I answered. "Even with her saying she wants me to, and you saying you don't mind — it's still something I'm going to have to think about before I can say anything. One thing I will tell you is that it would be a good idea to get her on some kind of birth control; I don't think any of us wants her getting pregnant at fifteen, no matter WHO does the honors…"

"I thought of that, too — but I'm still glad you said something."

After a few more minutes went by, I looked at my watch and saw what time it was. Sighing, I told her "Well, so much for watching the movie. Next time we decide to try to watch it, I'll get it, okay?"

She agreed, and after a bit, the two of us got up. She escorted me to the door, where we hugged and kissed before I left to go back to my apartment.

That Gail was pretty and sexy was beyond doubt or question — and played virtually no part in my decision process. What I concerned myself about was the possible and/or likely impact and effect there would be on all of us, for either answer. Could Doris really accept the idea of me boffing her daughter, 100%, forever? What happens if it's only 99% of the time before, EACH time? If I started having sex with Gail, is she going to get jealous of the time I spend with her mother? Are they going to start competing with each other for my attention? If I tell Gail "no", what is she likely to do? What reason could I give that would minimize any negative reaction from her? What would Doris likely think if I turned Gail down? Who decides — and how? — which one I'm with, and when? And for how long? What are the chances that they might start quizzing me about what I do with the other? If they do, how do I respond? I haven't engaged in anything overtly sexual or intimate with Doris while Gail has been present; would either or both of them want that to change? If so, how much? Each, or both? If they don't agree on how much, then what?

Those, and a lot more, were the questions that kept my mind busy during my free time… for over a week. The only bright spot (such as it was) was that Doris didn't do or say anything when I didn't come over while I was trying to resolve what to do. I don't doubt that if Gail hadn't been quite so young, or not Doris' daughter, or Doris and I not been involved with each other, I could have reached my decision sooner and easier. But that wasn't the case, so all I could do was take the time I needed to get things settled in my mind — and heart.

It was almost two weeks to the day from when I'd last been to their place that I found myself ringing their doorbell again. I'd let Doris know that I'd reached my decision, so my visit wasn't a surprise; it took just a few seconds for the door to open, and Gail to invite me in.

Once I was seated in the living room, the first thing I did was to tell them "I know that my answer is the thing that both of you are waiting to hear, so I'll just get that out of the way right off the bat."

Both were watching and listening closely as I said "I expect you know that I had a hard time with this. A lot of what I had to think about was how either answer was going to affect things between all of us — me and Gail versus Doris, me and Doris versus Gail, both of you versus ME, and all of us versus each other. Most of the problem was that I really care about BOTH of you — and love you, even if it's not a 'family' kind of love. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt either of you, or do anything that would destroy the relationships we have with each other. Against that, I had to try to figure out how much of what kinds of good things would happen; once I got THAT far, I still had to try and decide if the maybe-good was enough to take the chance of the maybe-bad happening. I've never lied to either of you, and I won't now; it was a tough choice, and a close one — but I finally decided that if Gail wants us to be together, then I'll agree."

Gail, of course, was delighted; I didn't know what to make of the expression on Doris' face.

Once Gail had settled down a bit, I got her attention so that I could tell both of them "I told you that there were some negative things that I worried about. I don't think that I'm some hotshot, or that I should be trying to tell you what to do — but I don't want those negative things that I worried about to actually happen, either. So all I'm going to do is tell you what they were, and leave it up to you to decide if any of them is something you need to pay attention to, or do something about. Okay?"

Both of them nodded, and it didn't take me long to make them aware of the things that had crossed my mind. Both of them nodded at various points, and sometimes even together. When I was done, I simply said "Like I said, I'm not going to try to tell you what to do — that's obviously for you two to decide. What I'm going to figure is that whatever you do, it's because BOTH of you are okay with it. If you're not, I don't want to hear about it; I don't want to find myself in the middle of an argument or a fight or any yelling and screaming. If any of that happens, then I'm going to think that this was a bad idea and just leave until I'm sure it won't happen again. Do we understand each other?"

From the expressions on their faces, I knew that both of them believed that I'd do exactly what I'd said — each of them had been witness to at least one of the infrequent times that I got aggravated about exceptionally bad service, a defective product, or some other problem. I invariably tried to resolve such situations politely and amicably; but when sufficiently provoked, I wasn't afraid to rear up on my hind legs and become a real whirling son of a bitch.

Then next thing I had to say was appreciably more pleasant: "Gail, I know that this is something special for you, and it's special for me, too. I think you'd like some time to get ready for it — taking care of things like making sure we have however much time you want, that the place is just right, and stuff like that." Smiling, she nodded, and I continued "That's fine — more than anything else, I want YOU to be happy with how things turned out when we're done, okay? So you figure out how much time you need to get ready, and let me know when you want it to happen. You know I don't have a regular kind of job, so whenever you decide is fine. If there's anything you need or want me to do or wear, I'll be glad to, if you'll tell me. Does that sound okay to you?"

Happy once again, Gail answered "That sounds wonderful, Jim."

"I'm glad to hear that. Now, you'd better go, so you can start figuring everything out. Besides, I think your mom wants to beat me up or something", the last part making her laugh. She was practically floating as she went back to her bedroom.

When the two of us were alone, Doris started to reach out for me, and I pretended to flinch from her as if afraid that she really was going to beat me up. She just smiled at me before gesturing that she wanted me to shift on the couch a little bit so she could sit next to me. I did as she wanted, and tossed in another small flinch when she began to scoot over. That got a laugh from her before she tucked herself into my side.

After a while, she told me "I really wouldn't have taken bets on what answer you would have given her. I'm not sure why, really, but I kind of thought that you'd turn her down. What made you agree?"

"Don't think that didn't cross my mind", I answered. "It did — plenty of times. I told you that it was a tough decision, and it was probably closer than you might think."

She tilted her head to look at me, and said "Oh, I believe you! Damn near a week and a half, thinking about it? I don't doubt that it was close! But what finally settled it for you?"

"Something simple, but tremendously important: the fact that you agreed to it."

Seeing that she didn't understand, I explained "You're Gail's mother. As much as you were uncomfortable about it, I could see that you were trying to put what was best for her ahead of what YOU thought about what she wanted. You have a couple of different perspectives on all this that I could never really understand — you're a female, like she is; and you're her mother. I had to figure that the female-empathy part of you really knew how important it was that she get a proper introduction to that kind of intimacy; just like I had to think that if you were okay with it as her mother, then it was something that I'd better pay attention to. If you'd said that you didn't like it but wouldn't object, or even that you were just 'okay' with it, I'd have turned her down."

Almost staring at me, Doris asked "The fact that she's as pretty and shapely as she is didn't figure in?"

"Not even a little bit. In fact, whenever I did think about that, I'd try to imagine her as being homely and deformed — kind of like you."

It took a second before Doris really caught what I'd said; when she did, she immediately got indignant and declared that she'd kick my ass if I didn't take it back. I think she'd have tried, too, if I hadn't started laughing about how easy she'd been to get riled up, making her realize that I'd deliberately baited her. A bit peeved, she called me an asshole under her breath before snuggling into my side again. When I had my arm around her, I told her "Actually, I did do something kind of like that. Any time I wondered if how pretty she is was influencing me, I'd turn around and ask if my answer would be any different if she wasn't. But for the most part, I didn't think of her that way at all."

A couple of minutes must have gone by when Doris asked me "Don't you even care that she looks the way she does?"

I chuckled for a moment before answering "Of course I care — I'm damn glad and grateful she's so pretty, and has the shape she does. And when it's just me and her, I'm going to enjoy the hell out of being able to look at her. But even if she didn't look the way she does, it wouldn't make any difference to me; I'd still do the best I could to make her as happy and satisfied as possible about how things turned out when we were done. If anything, I'd even try to convince her that I thought she was the most beautiful fifteen-year-old on the planet. But that won't be necessary; Gail's pretty and sexy, and she already knows that without being vain about it — you've done a good job of raising her."

Mollified, Doris wriggled herself a little closer to me before pulling my hand down and holding it on her breast. Content just to have her next to me, I idly toyed with her nipple as the two of us sat there.

A little while later, Gail came back into the living room. I saw her glance to where my hand was on her mother's breast, but that was the only notice she seemed to take of it. Her attention was on me when she asked "Jim? Um… does it matter how long you're with me the first time?"

I pretended to consider it for a bit, then told her "Well, I've got to get back to work sooner or later, so I suppose 'forever' is out. Why?"

Blushing at the idea that I'd consider spending that much time with her, Gail replied "Would it be okay if… if we stayed together a while? Like all night?"

Quietly amused, I told her "I don't have any problem with it, if your mother doesn't."

Doris quickly reassured her daughter "If you want him to spend the night with you, that's fine, dear."

Pleased, Gail thanked both of us before disappearing again.

"All night, huh?", I observed to Doris. "She's her mother's daughter, all right…", earning myself a playful pinch on the side.

Later, when I was ready to go home, Gail came out to give me a fierce hug and kiss on the cheek before whispering "Thank you, Jim."

It was after I'd spent the night with Doris, and we were having breakfast the next morning that Gail let me know what she'd decided she wanted to happen: since I was to have Thanksgiving dinner with them (just over a couple weeks away), she thought it would be good if I spent that night with her so that if she had any problems, she'd have the weekend to recover from them. That was fine with Doris and me, which settled the matter. I didn't doubt that there would be other things Gail had in mind, but figured that Doris would be able to help her with most (if not all) of them.

As we got closer to the Fateful Day, I learned that Gail wasn't afraid to give me some idea of what was in store for me. When she asked, I said that it was okay for her to sit on my lap — and discovered that her cute little butt felt real nice. A bit later she put my hand over her breast, so that I could feel it through the material of the light shirt she had on; it filled my cupped hand rather nicely, and when she squeezed my hand to let me know it was okay to do more than just hold it, I learned how delightfully firm it was. The pebble of her nipple grew in response to my gentle and patient investigations, and I heard her breathing quicken as her body reacted to what I was doing. Doris saw what was going on, and simply gave me a smile to let me know she was okay with it.

Along the way, I was also "forward" enough to give Gail more than the usual brief little pat on the butt I had before… even going so far as to squeeze and caress it, pleasing her immensely.

Gail also contrived to let me see in her in just bra and panties a couple of times, which didn't hurt my feelings at all.

When I showed up at their place on Thanksgiving, I barely had time to get my finger off the bell before the door was opened — by Gail, unsurprisingly.

Once I was inside, Gail informed me that her mother was finishing up in the kitchen, so she'd be the one to keep me entertained; "I'll just bet you do, too", I thought to myself, amused.

We were sitting on the couch with Gail next to me when she took my hand in hers and told me "I… I'm really glad that you said you'd be the one to help me learn about sex. I know you think I'm still kinda young, and that you had a really hard time deciding. It means a lot to me that you love me and care enough about me to do this, and I want you to know that I'm really, REALLY sure this is what I want. I'm nervous about later, but I'm not afraid."

Putting my hand under her chin, I gently tilted her head up so that I could give her a soft kiss right on the lips. Surprised, she locked eyes with me, and I told her "You don't have to be nervous, sweetheart — everything's going to be just fine. And I'm glad you're not afraid, because there's nothing for you to be afraid about; I'm going to do my very best to make this as special for you as I can."

When I was done, I could see from the expression on her face that I'd said the right things… as I'd tried to. She was a lot calmer when she gave me a radiant smile before leaning against me and resting her head on my shoulder.

Doris came in a couple of minutes later, and when she saw how happy Gail was, and how we were sitting, she changed course slightly to take another seat. When she looked at me, it was plain as could be that she was comfortable with seeing us that way, and was glad to see that Gail was so happy.

Doris and I talked a little bit as we watched the various parades that morning… though I doubt that Gail was actually paying much attention to them. When it was ready, all of us got up and went in to enjoy the delicious meal they'd prepared. I couldn't help noticing that Gail was as careful not to over-eat as I was; Doris apparently noticed it, too, and looked amused when I glanced at her.

After dessert (I limited myself to just one small slice of Doris' excellent pumpkin pie), it was back into the living room for us; Doris didn't even pretend that she was going to sit anywhere but by herself, leaving Gail to nestle herself next to me again.

Somehow, the three of us made it all the way through one of the football games before Gail quietly asked me "Jim? Could… could we go now?"

"Of course we can, honey."

With that, the two of us stood up. I know that Gail and I BOTH looked at her mother, who only told her "It's okay, dear. Go ahead, and don't be nervous — everything will be just FINE… you'll see."

Blushing faintly, Gail took my hand and we made our way back to her room. When we got inside, I saw that it was immaculate — a truly rare and memorable condition, since it usually looked like it had been decorated in Early Tornado.

Gail released my hand so she could close the door behind us, then moved to stand in front of me. Looking up at me, she told me "After you and Mom talked to me… you know, that night… she took me in to see the doctor — about getting me started using birth control. I'm on the Pill, so you don't have to, um, use anything or, uh, do anything special. I already knew a little bit, and Mom talked to me, too, and I'm glad that we don't have to, you know, do anything extra. I'd want us to do this anyway, but I think now it'll be nicer, 'cause it'll just be you and me without having to worry about the other stuff."

Tilting my head down, I again kissed her lips before answering "I'm glad we don't have to worry about the other stuff, too. I'd do the other, if we had to; but what I want is to be with YOU — a hundred percent."

Gail was pleased by what I said, and reached up to pull my head down again so that she could be the one to kiss ME on the lips. After she released me, she said "For a long time, I… I've wanted to be naked with you", a bit hesitantly.

I smiled in reassurance before responding "I'd like that. How did you want it to happen?"

"I want to take your clothes off, then you do mine…"

My response was to slip my loafers off, then raise my arms in a "Well, here I am" gesture. With a smile, Gail reached up for the top button on the shirt I was wearing. I saw her hands tremble slightly, but pretended not to. She fumbled a little bit with the button for a few seconds, then took a deep breath before trying again. Her second attempt went easier and faster, giving her whatever confidence she needed to continue — which she did. She didn't rush it, but she certainly didn't dawdle, either; it didn't take her long to have my shirt completely undone and hanging loose.

Her next considered action was to slip her hands underneath it so that she could put them on my chest — accompanied by a soft intake of breath when she made contact with my skin. The next minute or two was occupied by her running her hands across my chest, and even along my sides and across my belly. When she was satisfied, she let me help as she slid my shirt off before she carefully draped it across the back of a chair. After looking at my naked torso for a few seconds, her hands went to my belt. That was undone in short order, followed by her getting my slacks unfastened. She hesitated a moment, swallowed, and got the tab of my fly between her fingers; after a brief hesitation, she slowly drew it down. Of course, my slacks opened up as she did so, revealing my undershorts. She somehow managed to take hold of the waist of my pants before gravity took over, and slowly knelt as she slid them down my legs. Once they were all the way down, I calmly stepped out of them; Gail's eyes never left the front of my undershorts as she set my pants on the same chair that had my shirt. Her focus didn't change as she took care of getting my socks off, either.

Still kneeling in front of me, Gail reached for the waistband of the last garment keeping me from being completely nude. Her face showed the anticipation she felt, while her slightly trembling hands revealed how nervous she was.

Once she'd gotten control of my shorts, Gail began to ease them down slowly — whether to tease herself, or because of nerves, I'll never know. When they were low enough that my cock popped free and my balls were revealed, I heard her gasp in surprise. It took a couple of seconds before she remembered what she'd been doing, and she went back to sliding my briefs down my legs. Again, her attention didn't waver as she absently set my last item of clothing on the chair.

She remained kneeling as she got what I expect was her first real look at adult male genitalia — and they seemed to fascinate her. She moved around a little bit, looking at me from a variety of angles before finally extending her hand again. Her first touch was soft and tentative; when she tilted her head to look up at me, I just smiled and nodded that it was okay. Slowly, and carefully, she touched me again, then gradually expanded her efforts so that she took my length in her hand and lifted it up before leaning forward slightly so she could look at me more closely. When she'd satisfied herself with my cock, she gently held it aside so she could cup my balls in her other hand, weighing them, before carefully rolling them between her fingers to learn about the orbs inside. When she'd satisfied her initial curiosity, she released me and stood up again. Still looking at my package, she softly announced "You're beautiful there…" — something that didn't hurt my ego in the slightest.

After she pulled her eyes away, she looked up at me and saw that I'd been watching her — and promptly blushed furiously. I reached out to caress her cheek as I told her "It's okay, dear. I know you've never really seen before, and I don't mind if you want to look or touch — now, or any time." That seemed to help relieve her… at least a little bit.

Perhaps a minute went by before she realized that I was standing there naked, and she wasn't. After giving me a bashful smile, she took a step back and asked "Would… would you be the first man to see me naked, Jim?"

"I'd like that honor very much", I assured her.

The dress she had on was a sleeveless one-piece number that flattered her shape — and fastened down the front, thankfully. Moving a little closer to her, I reached out and got my fingers on the first button. Looking into her eyes, I waited until she gave me a small nod, letting me know that she was sure that it was okay for me to continue. I took my time about getting each button undone, and as her dress slowly opened up to reveal the body underneath, I softly touched my lips to her exposed skin. First were the upper slopes of her breasts, above the small, light bra she had on. Then it was the smooth expanse of her belly, just a little way below her bust. I had to lower myself to one knee to continue with opening her dress, and leaned forward to kiss the cute dimple of her navel; and the last was applied to her abdomen, just above the brief panties she had on.

Still on my knee in front of her, I carefully eased my hands underneath her garment and softly set them on her hips for a bit before gently caressing the curves of her hips and waist a few times. Tilting my head back, I looked up at her and simply told her "Beautiful", earning myself a pleased smile.

Standing up again, I helped her get her arms free so that I could put her dress with my shirt. Moving behind her, I felt a little relief at seeing where here bra hooked closed. I took a few moments to slide my hands across her shoulders, and then down to include her upper arms. She'd let her hair grow a bit longer; I carefully moved it to hang down in front of her, then gave the junction of her neck and shoulder a soft kiss before reaching for the closure on her bra. It was only a few moments work to get it undone, and then I brought the soft cascade of her pale tresses back to where I'd found them. With her bra still covering her bust, I put my hands on her sides and slowly caressed them for a few seconds before drawing my hands around and up — slipping them under the material so I could cup Gail's breasts in my hands.

She was faintly trembling, but continued to hold herself where she was as I enjoyed how warm and firm her breasts were in my hands, and how smooth they were to my fingertips. I heard her breath catch in her throat when I finally settled on investigating her nipples. I could feel that each peak was tight and crinkled, and learned that her pencil-diameter nipples were extended a quarter-inch or more.

Released my tenuous hold on her mammaries, I slid the shoulder straps of her bra off, and she helped me slide that item off her arms; a second later, it was keeping company with the rest of my clothing.

I lowered myself to one knee behind her before softly sliding my hands down to I could take the waist of the small panties she was wearing between my fingers. Leaning forward, I gave her tailbone a soft kiss before slow drawing her panties off her hips — then past the small, tight globes of her ass, and finally down the deliciously curved and slender lengths of her legs. When they were around her ankles, I offered her a hand to steady herself as she stepped out of them before I set them aside to join her bra. With nothing to impede the view I had of her, I took a few seconds to enjoy how incredibly sexy she was.

Putting my hands on her hips again, it took only a gentle nudge to get her to turn around and face me — giving me the opportunity to touch my lips to her belly, just above the small, narrow strip of her pubic hair, then again to each of her pale pink nipples before I was standing in front of her again. When I opened my arms to her, she happily moved into them so we could hold each other close. The feeling of her firm breasts pressed against me, and faint tickle of her pubic hair, drove home for me just how much she'd grown since I first saw her.

When we finally released each other, Gail led the way to her bed, which had already been turned down. She hesitated a moment, and I solved her obvious quandary by picking her up with my arms behind her knees and back, then setting her down on it. She looked at me in a mix of embarrassment and humor as I got myself settled next to her.

Putting my hand on her belly, I told her "Gail, you said that you wanted us to be together — but that's not what I'm here for."

In response to the look of surprise on her face, I continued "What I'm here for is to try and make you happy. If that means that you're not a virgin when we're done, then I'll be happy with you. But if it means that you are still a virgin, because you changed your mind, I'll be just as happy with you. Whatever happens between us, however all of this turns out, I can promise you that I'll be happy when it's over if YOU'RE happy. That's all that matters to me: that when we leave here, you feel good about how things turned out. If you change your mind about wanting us to be together, that's okay with me. You don't have to tell me why, or explain anything — I can promise you that I won't be upset or unhappy or angry. Okay?"

Gail was silent for a few moments, then told me "I understand what you're saying, Jim — and it makes me feel better, knowing that it would still be okay with you if I wanted to change my mind. But I really am sure that this is what I want… to give my virginity to you, and learn about sex and making love with you."

I took her hand in mine and brought it to my lips to kiss it. I continued to hold it as I told her "Thank you, dear. I want you to know something else, too."

Unworried, she listened closely as I went on "I'm not going to do anything to try and hurry you, or make anything happen before you're ready. If you want me to stop, for any reason, just say so; I will, right then… and wait until you tell me it's okay before I go on. If there's something you want to do, you can do it — you don't have to ask, and I'm not going to be upset. If you want ME to do something, I will, and I won't think there's anything wrong or bad about it or you. You've never done any of this before, so I know there are things that you're going to want to find out… and that's okay. Sweetheart, I want you to learn things with me because I know that I'll be as patient and understanding as you need me to be."

She nodded her understanding, and I finished by telling her "There are some things that I think will help you feel good, and I'm going to try them. If you really don't like them, I'll stop — but I hope you'll give them a chance, first. The same way, I know that there are things that you probably wouldn't like, and I WON'T be doing any of those. Okay?"

Smiling, Gail told me "That's why I wanted to learn about this with you, Jim — 'cause I know how much you care for me, and love me. I really do trust you to try and help me feel good, and like what we do; and I know that you aren't going to hurt me, or do anything to make me unhappy. Like I said, I'm a little bit nervous because this is all new — but I'm not afraid of what's going to happen with us."

I lowered my head to give her a soft kiss on the forehead before touching my lips to hers, making it as gentle and caring as I could. She didn't hesitate to kiss me back; from the way she responded, I knew that she trusted me and wasn't afraid.

We exchanged several more kisses, each one lasting a bit longer and with us getting more involved. When I pulled my head back to look into her face, she told me "I want you to look at me, and… touch me."

It was a command that I was more than happy to comply with.

When I sat up next to her, I was roughly even with her waist — which made it easy for me to see as much of her as I wanted to. Her face was lovely, with its turquoise-blue eyes, slender nose, and slightly full lips. A graceful neck and delicate shoulders just begged to be nibbled on. Her breasts were more rounded than her mother's, with dark pink areolas that weren't much larger than her pencil-diameter nipples. A flat belly and abdomen led my eyes down to the pale narrow strip of her pubic covering; even sitting up as I was, I could see that though it wasn't particularly thick, it was soft and lush. The thighs that bracketed it were trim and continued into the smooth curves of her calves. I couldn't see a mark or blemish anywhere on her healthy light pink skin.

I looked into Gail's face and quietly told her "Believe me on this: you're lovely", drawing a pleased smile from her.

Extending my arm, I softly placed a hand on the outside of her ankle. I began to draw my hand upwards slowly, savoring the feel of her warm, smooth skin under my fingertips. When I got to her knee, I moved my hand enough that I was able to caress the inside of her thigh — then lightly brush against the wispy mat covering her mons before reaching the expanse of her abdomen. I couldn't resist tickling her navel as my touch moved higher, and got a soft giggle in response. After circling the base of each of her breasts, I finished by drawing my fingertips up her throat so I could tenderly caress her cheek.

After laying next to her again, I cupped her breast in my hand as I told her "Thank you for letting me do that. Your skin is so soft and smooth, and it was a real pleasure being able to touch it that way."

"I liked it, too. But what I like more is the way you're touching me now."

Recognizing a hint when clubbed over the head with it, I started doing more than just hold her firm young mammary in my hand. As I slowly mapped every square millimeter of it with my fingertips, I placed several soft kisses on Gail's face — each of her cheeks, her eyes, her chin, her forehead… and finally, her lips again. Our kiss began to lengthen, and I readily shifted my hand to the other half of her bust — and found it to be just as warm and firm and smooth as its mate. When my fingertips reached its summit, they found her areola puckered and her nipple erect.

The need for oxygen finally broke us up, and I was pleased to see a faint flush on Gail's face as I listened to her pant softly. Unashamed, she told me "It feels way better when you do that than when I do!"

Smiling, I told her "Now I'm going to do something you can't do at all" before lowering my head again… and taking the peak of her breast in my mouth.

For the next several minutes, I had a dandy time using my lips and tongue and mouth on the delightful mounds of her breasts: licking, biting with my lips, gently sucking on them at random places, and just generally doing whatever I could to tease and please her. It didn't take long for me to hear her breathing become more rapid, or for her to start emitting small noises of pleasure and arousal. She held my head in her hands, as if there was any chance that I was going to stop what I was doing any time soon…

I had both of her nipples erect and glistening with my saliva, and she was softly moaning almost continuously when I finally stopped my oral torture of her lovely bust. I'd softly kissed my way a little distance down her belly when she lifted my head up to tell me "I… I think I know what you want to do — and… and I want to do it to you, too."

Although a little surprised that she'd want to try anything like that so soon, I didn't hesitate to tell her "That's fine, sweetheart. If you'll get on top of me, we can do it together."

I could see that she wasn't quite sure what I had in mind, but was perfectly willing to take my word that it could happen. After I directed her to sit up, I lay down, confusing her somewhat. But when I had her get to her knees, then move to straddle my head, she understood and readily let me help her get situated so that we were in the classic "69" position. That left me with a view of her that I never thought I'd see: the smooth firm globes of her bare ass above the exposed mound of her young womanhood. I saw that the forest on her mound quickly tapered out as it passed the parentheses formed by her labia; at the top of her cleft, her clitoris was starting to show itself from underneath it's hood. Of more immediate interest to me was the damp entrance to her vagina that I could just barely make out between her vaginal lips, which were thin and delicate.

Even as I was trying to memorize the sight of her, I felt Gail take my penis in her hand, and begin examining it again. I'd told her she could look and touch anytime, and didn't say a thing as she went about learning even more about my penis, then my scrotum and testicles. Instead, I occupied myself with caressing her sides and back, and learning what I could about the globes that made up her cute little ass.

My hands were filled with her ass, and I was applying soft kisses to random points on the insides of her silken thighs when Gail apparently decided that she'd learned enough. I felt her take my semi-erect penis in her hand and begin slowly stroking it; a few moments later, there was the sensation of what could only have been her soft lips kissing the head. With her apparently ready to go on, there wasn't a reason in the world for me to delay any longer about lifting my head and running the tip of my tongue along her cleft from clitoris to perineum. She gasped loudly, and tried to press herself down on my tongue in response. Admittedly relieved that she'd had such a positive reaction, I was glad to repeat my efforts… and even dip my tongue a little farther between her vaginal lips when it got to her opening — something that got me my first taste of the delicious nectar she was starting to produce. I'd had the faint aroma of her in my nose for a little while, and the oils that I sampled only confirmed what my nose had told me: that her essence was light, fresh, and slightly sweet. Patiently and carefully, so as to not overwhelm her, I went about doing what I could to arouse her into producing even more of them.

As I was starting to learn how soft Gail's pubescent muff felt against my chin, she was starting to get involved in learning how to orally stimulate me. After she'd given the head of my penis a kiss, she'd dared to give it a brief lick. Deciding that the taste was acceptable, she'd gone on to take me into her mouth; while her initial efforts were somewhat tentative, they were pleasant enough for me that I began to respond to them — if slowly. Gradually, as I reacted more and more to what she was doing, her actions began to increase in enthusiasm. With only a very few words of suggestion from me, it didn't take long for her confidence and willingness to experiment to rise dramatically. I suspect that she tried pretty much anything and everything that popped into her head, leaving me as the beneficiary of her apparently quite good imagination. While she didn't have the talent necessary to bring me to erection quickly, she certainly had the eagerness to accomplish her goal of getting me erect… eventually.

The limited pleasure that Gail was bringing me meant that I had enough time and attention to dedicate myself to pleasuring her. It didn't take me long to get the small button of her clitoris to throw back its hood so that I could tend to it the way I wanted to; just as it was easy enough for me to tease her velvety soft labia into growing longer and thicker, and her vaginal opening into releasing more and more of her nectar. Her steadily increasing arousal and the sounds of pleasure that she began to make gave me permission to increase my efforts. Even with half my cock in her mouth, she tried to squeal her pleasure the first time I attempted to worm the end of my tongue through the entrance to her vagina; when I fastened my lips over her clitoris and sucked on it in time with the way her head was bobbing on my mostly-erect penis, I thought she was going to deep-throat me. My attempt to suck the juices out of her had her pressing herself down onto my face as she released a deep, deep groan. I didn't have any doubts that I was making at least that part of her introduction to sex eminently satisfactory for her.

I'd succeeded in getting an almost constant trickle of her oils leaking out of her, and knew that my efforts to slowly bring her to an orgasm were almost complete: she was so focused on what I was doing to her that she was frequently forgetting what she wanted to do to ME — most of her time was being spent holding still while she had some fraction of my erection between her lips . I could feel the tension building in her ass and thighs as she got closer and closer to her release.

I licked up the immediately available supply of her nectar, and was slowly twirling the tip of my tongue around her clitoris when I felt her pull her mouth off my penis; a second later, I heard her start to make a faint keening noise as her thighs started to tremble slightly against my ears. Knowing that it was about to happen for her, I lightened the pressure I was applying to her clitoris while increasing the speed that I was circling it; a few seconds later, I heard her cry out just ahead of her thighs trying to slam together — despite the obstruction of having my head in the way. Her young body almost convulsed over me before her clitoris hid under its cloak again. On the plus side, I discovered that the clenching inside her vagina was pushing small waves of her essence out, where I could happily lick them up. From the way her body tensed each time I ran my tongue across her opening, I knew that I was prolonging the pleasure she was experiencing as she lay on top of me.

Still, her youthful body had its limits; there finally came the time when there wasn't any more of her nectar for me to consume, and only an occasional slight tremor ran through her.

She responded readily enough when I used her name, so that relieved me of any concern that I might have overdone things; she was able to cooperate with me as I got her off of me and onto the bed. Free to move, I got her sitting up, then moved to where I could take her onto my lap after I was leaning back against the headboard of her bed. Holding her against my chest with her head on my shoulder, I softly caressed her as she got her breath and energy back. I knew that she was firmly back among the living when I heard her say "I've had orgasms and everything when I touched myself; but I never knew they could be anything as incredible as that! What you were doing, you know, with your mouth and tongue… it felt really good, even at first. Then it just kept getting better and better, and the next thing I knew, that happened. Is… is it going to be like that when we have sex, too?"

I gave her a hug and kiss on the shoulder before answering "That depends. If we can keep from hurting you, and you can enjoy what we're doing, then there isn't any reason it CAN'T. But if you're afraid or nervous or anything like that, then probably not. I'll do everything I can to help it happen, but it's really up to you."

She sat silently for several seconds before telling me "I'm still not afraid, and I'm not even nervous now. Even if I don't have orgasms from it the first time, I still want to be with you because I know that you'll still make me feel good."

I gave her another hug, and answered "Thank you for trusting me, sweetheart", and heard her sigh her contentment.

It was perhaps a minute later that she started to wriggle around a little bit on my lap; it took only a moment for me to realize that she could feel my erect penis nestled along the cleft of her ass. I addressed the situation by telling her "Yes, that's me, and yes, I'm still hard."

I felt her blush, and a few moments later she pulled back from me to look up and ask "If you're still hard, that means that we can… you know, make me not a virgin any more?"

I had to smile as I told her "Yes, that's what it means — if that's what you want."

"I do!", she exclaimed, followed by asking me "What do we do now? I mean, I know you're going to be inside me; and from those movies I saw Daddy watch, I kinda know how, but…", embarrassed.

"It's okay, honey", I assured her. "There are three ways that people usually use when it's a girl's first time. The easiest one for her is if the guy is on the bottom, and she's on top. That way, she can put herself ON him however fast or slow she wants to, or even back up a little bit. Another one is if she's on her hands and knees, and the boy is behind her; that way, she isn't doing everything, but she can still move if it starts to hurt, or doesn't feel right to her. The last one is if the girl is on the bottom, and the guy is on top of her. That's probably the most common one, because that's how most people usually have sex. That one's good if the girl absolutely trusts the guy not to hurt her, or if she's afraid she won't be able to make it happen when it's time to stop being a virgin. As much bigger than you as I am, I think it would be easiest and best for you if we used the first one — with you on top of me. But I told you that I wouldn't hurt you, and I won't, so whichever one of those you like is what we'll do."

She had to consider it for only a few seconds before telling me "I think the first one is best, too. I know you wouldn't hurt me on purpose, but if I'm the one on top, then you don't have to worry about it."

I suspected that she was having something of an attack of nerves now that it was actually going to happen, but was willing to accept the reason she'd given at face value — after all, the whole idea was for her to be able to have her first sexual experience with as little pain or discomfort as possible.

So what I told her was "Thank you, I appreciate that. Now, if I lay down, it'll probably be a little easier for you to what you want to; but if I'm sitting up or leaning back like this, then I can touch you better afterwards, or even help you while it happens, if you want."

Pleased, she told me "I'd like you to stay like this — I want you to be able to touch me! Um… what do I do?"

Cupping her face in my hands, I moved forward enough to give her a soft kiss on the lips before looking her in the eyes and gently telling her "Just do whatever you're comfortable with, and doesn't hurt you, honey. It'll be easier for you if both of us are slippery, though — you on the inside, and me on the outside. When you're ready, you move so that you're right over me; you hold my penis where it's supposed to go, and then just kind of sit down on it — but only as fast or far as YOU want, right?"

With a lusty grin, she answered "You betcha!"

Remembering what else I'd said, she wasn't the slightest bit embarrassed to reach between her thighs and check that she was (still) wet inside. Following that, she took hold of my penis; discovering that it was dry, I saw her eyes twinkle with humor as she quickly scooted herself back so that she could lean forward and take me into her mouth again. After bobbing her head up and down for a minute or so, she let me slip from her mouth, leaving me glistening with the saliva she'd left behind.

She got herself positioned at my hips again, and took hold of my erection; after she levered it up and got herself positioned against it, she realized that the angle wasn't quite right. After she'd moved forward a bit, she tried it again, and found the results satisfactory. I put my hands on her hips, which didn't bother her in the slightest — all I was doing was steadying her, without applying any downward pressure. When she looked into my face, I told her "I really mean it, Gail — only as much as you're comfortable with. Take your time, and don't hurt yourself. I'm not in any hurry, so don't you be. I'll just wait right here until you're done, I promise."

She'd nodded at the appropriate points when I was talking, and graced me with a small laugh when I was done.

With nothing left but the deed itself, I was prepared to wait however long it took for her to either start impaling her fifteen-year-old vagina on my man-sized cock, or call it off. Still steadying her with my hands on her hips, I sat there in silence, watching her.

Honestly, I was a little surprised at how soon she began to press herself down on me; I'd thought that she'd have to gather her courage for a little longer. From the way she was moving, I got the idea that her first couple of attempts were more to test herself than with any thought of actually having anything happen. The third time she pressed down, I knew that she really meant to get me inside.

I could feel myself begin to penetrate her, a little, but I could also tell that her opening was still too small and tight. After a few seconds, she gave up the effort, and raised up a little bit. A couple of soft squeezes of her hips got her to look at me so I could tell her "Maybe it'll help if you don't try to push yourself onto me, and try to LET me in, instead."

She nodded her understanding, and after taking a breath, tried it again. That time, I could feel as she tried to relax herself — and succeeded in getting a bit farther onto me before backing off. She lifted her head to tell me "It does help… that was a lot easier than last time."

I smiled and mimed kissing her, making her smile in return.

Several more tries followed, and it was plain that each one was a little easier for her — and each got her that much farther onto my manhood. She was making the effort again, and I could tell that I was on the verge of slipping through her opening when she began to raise up again… only to reverse direction, and allow herself to almost fall onto my dick. I not only slipped through her opening, but into her for perhaps a half inch — accompanied by a soft cry from her.

I was trying to lift her off of me when she told me "No, it's okay, Jim. It only hurt for a second; I was surprised, more than anything else."

I looked at her reproachfully as I said "Honey, I don't think it had to hurt at ALL. The way it felt to me, I'm almost positive it would have happened the next time; the one after that for certain."

"Maybe", she conceded, "but now it HAS happened — you're inside me… and it feels good!"

I muttered something about impetuous youth under my breath before answering "Okay, fine, I'm in you, and it feels good. Now, take it easy for a bit, will you, before you go on?"

The tone of voice I used must have let her know that I wasn't particularly happy about what she'd done. I could hear the contrition in her voice when she answered "I will… honest. I could tell it was close, too, and I just wanted it to happen, was all."

To let her know that I wasn't upset or angry, I took her into my arms and hugged her before telling her "I can understand that. I just wish you hadn't been in so much of a hurry and gotten hurt, is all."

"I'm sorry, Jim. I'll go slower from now on, I promise", she answered.

After giving her a kiss so she'd know she was forgiven, I released her to sit up again. I readily took advantage of the opportunity to get my hands on her again, from her knees to her shoulders, and paying extra attention to her tight little ass and lovely breasts. The expression on her face told me that what I was doing pleased her — not only physically, but in her heart.

After a few minutes, she was ready to continue. With my cock firmly embedded between her labia, she was able to lean forward and support herself on her arms. That brought her close enough that I could lift my head and get my mouth on her nipples. With my mouth at her breasts and my hands on her ass, Gail began to press herself down on me again… slowly and carefully, as she'd promised. She would settle herself onto me a little ways, pause for a bit, then raise up to make sure we stayed lubricated before lowering herself a bit farther. She got as far as having half my cock inside before I had to lower my head from her mammaries. Looking between us, I could see how tightly her labia were wrapped around my penis; when she raised up, I saw something that surprised me.

A few seconds later, Gail realized that I was looking at her intently; baffled, she asked me "What? Why are you looking at me like that?"

Reaching between us, I ran my finger along the line where we were joined before showing it to her. Seeing the traces of blood I'd seen, she looked at me in surprise as she said "I didn't know. All I felt was that little bit of pain at first — it only lasted a second, and there hasn't been anything else since then!"

Looking at her closely, it was easy to see that she was as surprised by what I'd shown her as I'd been to see it. It took only a moment for me to decide that if it hadn't bothered her that much when it had happened, there wasn't anything for me to say about it after the fact. All I could do was tell her "As long as you're okay now, I guess it doesn't matter, does it?"

Smiling at me, she answered "I'm okay, really — better, even, 'cause it feels better and better the more I get you in me!"

Hearing that, I reached up to cup her breasts in my hands and run my thumbs over her nipples; a moment later, Gail pressed herself down on me again, a broad smile on her face.

Several minutes later, Gail's firm ass settled onto the tops of my thighs. Realizing that I was fully inside her, she closed her eyes before softly saying "Oh, god, this feels so good!"

As Gail held herself still on me, plainly enjoying the feel of being filled in a way she'd never been before, I was glad that she wasn't moving. With all but a small fraction of an inch of my manhood encased by her sheath, I was experiencing just how wonderful she felt inside — not just tight, but also wet, and warm (almost hot, even). I wasn't in any danger of climaxing just from having her on me, but she felt good enough that I welcomed the absence of additional stimulation. By the time Gail opened her eyes again, I was ready for what I knew was next: one or both of us getting my hard penis moving in her.

Looking down at me, Gail's expression only emphasized her words as she told me "I thought that it would feel good, having a guy in me… but I never even dreamed it could feel like this. It's like now I understand why I'm a girl — it feels so good, and so right!"

With my hands on her hips, I asked her "You're ready to find out what the rest of it is like, then?"

The blank look on her face amused me, but not as much as the look she got when I managed to arch my hips down a little bit, sliding perhaps half an inch of my erection out of her before easing it back in again. That small gesture made her realize that all she'd done thus far had been simply get herself wrapped around me; there was still the actual having sex part for her to experience.

There was a look of eager anticipation on her face as she slowly lifted herself up, stopping only when the tight ring of her opening was clamped around me, just behind the glans of my penis. As she started to lower herself again, her eyes widened as she experienced being filled with hard cock in a single long motion. Once her ass was touching my legs again, it didn't take her but a moment to repeat her efforts; the second pass was accompanied by a soft moan from her. After that, she was in almost constant motion as she repeatedly impaled herself on me.

Some of her movements were slow and languorous; other times, she would delight in spending some time making smaller and faster motions that plainly aroused her. She went on to find out what it felt like when she moved on me at different angles, and in different ways — leaning back as she slid herself on and off my member, or holding her body steady as she tried just moving her hips and pelvis in different ways. All in all, it was a pleasant experience for BOTH of us.

By the time Gail was finished with her different "experiments", I could see that she was starting to get a little tired. Happy, but still tired.

Taking her into my arms again, I gave her a kiss before asking "It looks like you're getting tired. Think you'd be okay with letting me take care of things for a while?"

Panting slightly, she smiled at me and nodded before answering "Yeah, I'd like that."

Holding her with one arm, I was able to move forward and get my legs under me before gently setting her on the bed. She looked up at me in absolute trust, knowing that not only wasn't I going to do anything to hurt her, there was a damn good chance that I was going to make her feel even better than she had already. I lowered my head so the two of us could exchange several kisses before I started moving in her.

My first thrust into her was slow and stately, intended to make sure that she was okay with having me as the active one. The way she arched her pelvis up in welcome to my advance easily resolved that question. A few more cycles of gently pistoning in and out of her ensured that the two of us were sufficiently lubricated, and that she wasn't having any problems. After that, I simply kept going — slow and easy at first, then gradually increasing my efforts so that she'd have ample opportunity to let me know if I was doing more than she was comfortable with. To my surprise, I was eventually able to cycle myself in and out of her much as I would a full-grown woman… though I remained careful not to thrust myself into her too hard.

As I got into a comfortable rhythm of sliding myself through her tight opening, Gail not only spread her legs and brought her knees up to open herself to me as much as she could, she went on to try and wrap her legs around my waist. She failed in that last endeavor only because of her smaller size, and had to satisfy herself with locking her ankles behind my back.

Warm and wet and tight as she was, the addition of Gail's enthusiasm as she pressed herself up in response to each of my thrusts only added to the pleasure and excitement I felt. With her being so much shorter than I was, I couldn't lower my head to kiss her, or suck on her nipples the way I wanted to; I had to be satisfied with the sight of her squeezing her breasts, and softly pinching and pulling on her nipples as she gave voice to the pleasure that she was feeling.

Even though she said that she wouldn't mind if she didn't have an orgasm the first time, I still wanted to bring her as much pleasure as I could. The problem was that she was proving to be a lot more stimulating than I'd thought she'd be; I was starting to feel the first faint twinges that signified I was starting down the path of my own release much sooner than I wanted — and there didn't seem to be a damn thing I could do about it: when I tried to slow down a little bit, Gail started making little noises of frustration that I wasn't moving in her the way she wanted me to. In fact, if I tried to do anything that would put off my climax, it reduced her enjoyment of what we were doing. I finally had to reconcile myself to the fact that I was going to fill her with my cum before she had her first coital orgasm. Once I accepted that basic truth, I simply continued to piston myself in and out of her — not trying to put off my release, but not giving in to letting it happen any sooner than I had to, either.

As I got closer and closer, I was moving in her more and more quickly… and somehow managed to keep from entering her too hard in the process. Even when I knew my next thrust would be my last, I restrained myself to simply trying to see how much of my cock I could get into her.

Before the second wad of my cum could erupt from me, I heard Gail cry out. Her vagina got incredibly tight around me, then went through a kind of fluttering as it relaxed around me before clenching the length of my penis again. The sensation was enough to dramatically increase the intensity of my own release. Only afterwards did I realize that she'd had an orgasm, though only a small one (for her).

After I'd emptied myself in her, it was all I could do to hold my body over hers so that I didn't crush her with my weight. Letting my head hang down, I could hear her panting nearly as hard as I was. Due to her youth and resilience, she was the first of us to recover enough to move; the first thing she did was try to wrap her arms around me and shower as much of me as she could get to with kisses while thanking me and trying to tell me how good I'd made her feel. By the time I got my breath back, she'd mostly settled down again; I only had to tell her that she was welcome and that I was glad for her a half-dozen times or so before she released her hold on me and fell silent.

With something approximating two-way communication possible again, the first thing I did was ask her if it would be okay if I let a little more of my weight rest on her. She immediately assured me that was fine, and waited until I wasn't supporting so much of myself before telling me "Oh, that was so wonderful! It felt so good having you inside me and moving like that, I didn't want you to stop EVER, and then you started moving in me faster and faster, and when I knew that you were going to climax because I was making YOU feel good, it made me feel so… so… special, even though I thought I was going to miss out on having another orgasm, and that was okay because you gave me one before and you were making me FEEL so good and everything — and then I could feel you start to shoot your stuff in me, and I had a climax anyway, even if it wasn't as big as the other one I had with you, it still felt so good, knowing that I could make you happy like that after you made me feel so good."

How she got all of that out in a single breath, I'll likely never know. I was spared having to try to respond by the feeling of my penis pulling free of her; she was tight enough inside that her vagina essentially forced the blood out of my cock, then practically pushed me out. I started to move so that she could get up if she wanted, and she immediately told me "No, you don't have to move — I like having you on me like this!"

"It's going to make a mess", I tried to caution her, but she wasn't having any; she simply told me "I don't care! I've got more sheets, and it's no trouble to change them. I'd rather have you stay with me — and maybe move down a little bit, so we can kiss and stuff."

So all I did was ease myself down her body a little ways to get our heads more-or-less even, so that we could kiss and stuff. The kissing was a big part of it, but Gail seemed to get a lot of mileage out of being able to hug me when she felt like it (fairly often), too.

I found myself being impressed with how long she was willing to lay there with me. I knew that my cum was leaking out of her, and that her nether regions had to be getting cold and sticky — never mind the wet spot I figured she was laying on. It was quite a while before she finally suggested that we could go to "her" bathroom (separate from her room, but the only other one in the place) for a shower… together, if that was okay with me. I conceded that I wouldn't mind showering with her, much to her delight, and the two of us finally got out of bed. When I saw the serving-dish-sized wet place she'd been laying in, I couldn't help but wonder how much of it was my contribution, and how much was hers…

We didn't bother putting anything on for our trip to the bathroom since it was just across the hall. Inside, she was adamant that I simply sit on the commode while she got the shower started and temperature adjusted. When she was satisfied that everything was ready, she took me by the hand and led me into the spray. The first order of business was her insistence that she had to get me clean — something that I enjoyed the hell out of. Then I got to have even MORE fun by demanding the right to wash her; she didn't object, that I noticed.

As we were drying off, there was a light knock at the door. A moment later, we heard Doris tell us "I thought you might like something to eat and drink. There's some pie and drinks on a tray out here."

I spoke up to thank her, and she just answered "Just let me know if there's anything you need or want, and I'll take care of it."

When we were ready to go back to Gail's room, I was the one to bring the tray with us — in addition to slices of pumpkin pie, there were carafes of coffee and milk, and cups to drink from.

I helped Gail change her bedding before the two of us got ourselves propped against the headboard while we refueled.

After we'd topped up our energy levels, I put on a pair of shorts and left to take the tray back into the kitchen. Doris came in right behind me, and waited until I'd turned around before asking "Is she okay?"

I just smiled as I answered "She's fine. She said it only hurt for a moment, and she was right enthusiastic. I dunno where she gets that from."

Doris grinned, and told me "I heard her once, and it didn't sound like she was hurt, but thought I'd check."

"That was probably when I helped her have an orgasm to try and help make it easier for her later."

"Well, like I said, I just wanted to make sure. Go on back in there, and take good care of my baby, okay?" Doris told me, with a smile.

I just smiled back, and nodded before making my way back to Gail's room. Once I was seated next to her again, she wanted to know what took me so long; I told her about the brief conversation I'd had with her mother, which she decided was okay.

After a bit, she decided she wanted the two of us to lay down; she spooned against my front, and moved my hand to her breast when I draped my arm across her waist. For the next little while, the two of us just talked while I caressed the mammary in my hand and toyed with its nipple. She got somewhat animated about some of the things that we talked about, and the movement of her ass where it was touching my cock eventually began to have an effect. A little later, she realized that I was responding to the contact — and calmly proceeded to start deliberately trying to arouse me again. That only prompted me to reciprocate; the next thing I knew, we were again engaged in a pleasant session of "69".

Of course, that led into other things — well, one, anyway. She wanted us to start out with me on top of her; that lasted until she orgasmed. Then she agreed to having me behind her while she was on her hands and knees, which got her through two more. We finished with her happily bouncing her way to a climax that stimulated me into filling her with my cum again. She was content to just lay on me and let me caress her body (and play with her ass) until we discovered that we were getting glued together… something that amused and embarrassed her, by turns. Another fun shower together, and we were ready to finally get some sleep.

The next morning, Gail discovered that the experience hadn't been entirely without cost for her: she was a bit sore in a particular area. She was adamant that whatever discomfort she was experiencing was more than made up for by her experiences of the previous evening — and that she was eagerly looking forward to when I could spend the night with her again.

All Doris needed was to see how happy and contented Gail was; she never said a word to me about that night, or any of the ones that followed.

For the next few months, I ended up spending about a quarter of my nights at their place with Gail. She was an eager and enthusiastic lover, willing to try about anything I suggested, or offer up her own ideas. It didn't take long for her to learn to give truly outstanding oral sex; I had fun learning how I could best arouse her using just my mouth. Things even got to the point that I was willing to "let go" a little more with her, and make love with her with almost the same enthusiasm as I would any other woman.

Neither Gail nor Doris ever indicated any interest in what I might be doing with the other one, nor did they ever exhibit any jealousy of each other. It became common for one or both of them to wear little or nothing when I was at their place; nor did who I was going to spend the night with make any difference — Gail might be nude when I was going to share Doris' bed, or Doris might opt to go topless even if I was spending the night with Gail. It certainly made MY life more enjoyable, since neither of them objected in the slightest to whatever fondling or molesting I did, regardless of who's "night" it was.

It was coming up on the end of the school year when the school got back the results of a series of aptitude tests all the students had taken. Doris and I were stunned to learn that Gail scored nearly off the chart in math skills; her grades in that subject had always been good, but not particularly noteworthy. After a lengthy discussion of the situation with her, we learned that Gail's grades had been a direct result of being bored to tears in regular math classes: by the time the teachers had gone over something the third time for the rest of the class, she'd lost interest and gone on to do something else to keep herself occupied.

It was suggested that Gail should be in a more "targeted" environment, which Doris was more than willing to do. The only problem was that the nearest school that could handle Gail's math talents was in a town nearly two hundred miles away — something that had both of them in anguish until I told them that as much as I'd miss them, the important thing was Gail's education. And just to make my point, I went on to tell them that if they stayed and threw away the one-in-a-million chance to get Gail into the proper environment, it would upset me so bad that I wouldn't want anything to do with them anyway… so they might as well go. I was mostly bluffing, but they didn't know that; the threat itself was enough to make them realize what kind of opportunity was being handed to them. With a lot of tears and hugs, and after a final bout of lovemaking with each of them, they left in late summer so that Gail could start the next academic year in the new school.

That was several years ago. Both of them have taken the time to keep me informed on how things are going for them:

Gail got her Doctorate with a thesis on something called "chaos theory", which she explained to me well enough for me to understand that it's way past my meager math skills.

Doris found a new job, and learned that she really got along well with one of her co-workers. The two of them eventually became something of an item, and the expectation is that they'll be getting married before long.

I'm still driving a cab, and giving rides to the shelter to women that need them — and remembering a particular woman and her little girl…

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